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Gravity Falls RP [One Slot Open!!]

Hey there friendo, I want in. I would say Illuminati, but I'm pretty sure they know when you say it and hunt you down, like saying Voldemorts name.

Wait...

Sol City Modern Slice of life - Chapter 3 - (all welcome new and old)

Jeremy Lindall

Food Festival

@PrinceAlexus@KatKook

"Well wouldja look at that!" Jeremy said happily as two customers finally decided to approach the stall. "And here I was beginning to think I was the only adventurous eater in the whole city!"

He shook his head when one of them, a blonde woman with an English accent, asked about a number of African animals possibly being on the menu after mentioning that it was the last place she'd eaten snake.

"Nah, sorry. I have been looking for a way to get in contact with someone over there, hopefully get myself a good source of quality meat, but no luck as of yet. Honestly, it's the main reason I'm using snake and alligator, because they're some of the easier 'exotic' meats to get a hold of. And I know a farmer from Australia, so he's always sending me kangaroo meat. But hey, if I ever get a hold of a solid contact down that way, I'll let you know!"

Then he turned to the other, a brunette woman with glasses. She winked at him when she ordered, so Jeremy decided to meet it with his own, exceedingly large and conspicuous wink.

"Ah right, ready to jump straight in, huh?" He said, quickly picking up on the nervousness on her face when she looked into the back of the stall. He nodded towards the English woman when she described what rattlesnake was actually like. "No need to worry though, she's right. It shouldn't taste too weird, and I've gone to painstaking effort to make sure there won't be any bones left in it. Most of the flavour will come from the chilli anyway, so it honestly isn't too crazy a starting off point. I mean, if the assholes back in Jersey can eat it fine, I'm sure you'll be able to handle it. And kangaroo really just tastes like a leaner version of beef or venison, so it'll be even easier."

And then he took her money, quickly giving her seventy dollars back.

"Sorry it's so expensive, but even with all the stuff I just said, getting the meat itself was actually kind of expensive.

And then he got to work on their orders. Thankfully, he'd already had them cooking in the background, so it would only take a few minutes before it was ready to serve. Once they were all ready, he quickly pulled out three small bowls for the English woman, filling them with each dish, and two larger ones for the glasses woman.

"Alright, lemme know what you think. And if it's good, let your friends know what you think. And if it isn't, well, lie to them about it."

He paused for a moment, before scratching the back of his head a little awkwardly. He wasn't so sure if this would work out so well, considering how rare it was for him to actually initiate conversations in the past, but damn it, if he didn't take this opportunity now, he probably never would.

"By the way, the names Jeremy Lindall. It's nice to finally find someone who isn't too boring to try new things, or at least has good enough taste to have had this kind of thing before."

Sum up your week in roleplaying in just 3 words

Barely posting anything.

Mobius Academy: The City in the Sky

@Hey Im Jordan@Altered Tundra
Ok, hope you guys are ready for one more loser to join the pack, because here's the biggest idiot of them all!
Edit: Forgot to mention you both, I'm a dumb.

Michael Wilson

"You know what? This looks like the perfect job for me to squeeze in a little extra character development. I'm sure you'll find some room for me on the team!"
_{Face Claim — Taron Egerton | Color — #F9EB7E}

Name

Michael Wilson

Superhero Alias

Wayland

Age

18

Sex

Male

Sexual Orientation

Heterosexual

Hero Connection

Michael is the unofficially (and possibly straight up illegally) adopted son of Deadpool.

Appearance

• Lightish brown hair
• Hazel eyes
• Short for his age, only standing at 5'5"
• Usually smiling
• Usually wearing a Hawaiian shirt, or equally poorly dressed

Personality Traits

+ Friendly
+ Excitable
+ Laid Back
+ Crafty

- Devious
- Sarcastic
- Secretly super depressed

Secret Origin

Michael doesn't remember the specifics of where he came from, or who he's family might've been. The first thing he remembers is a cold, almost empty room, with three walls of concrete and one of reinforced glass. For the next ten years, this lonely room would be the safest part of his life. When he wasn't in the room, he was training, forced to first learn how to bring out his powers, then to push them to their limits, and then to use them against other children in the same situation. Each time, he would win. Each time, the losing child, or at the very least their body, would be taken away, and he would never see them again. Finally, after six years of being honed into a powerful human weapon, he met his fellow winners.

The next two years would be spent working with these children, running missions for the organisation to whom they owed their life, the strict but benevolent Hydra. On these missions, they fought, stole, killed and sabotaged. They watched each others backs, and saved each other countless times. They became a family, or at least the closest thing they could get to one in their circumstances. Until a day came where he couldn't save them anymore.

And once again, Michael was alone.

Luckily for him, it was another year later that a now twelve year old Michael would find himself tasked with stopping an intruder who had broken into the Hydra compound he lived in. Even luckier, despite how out of hand his reputation may have gotten, Wade Wilson wasn't someone who enjoyed killing stupid kids. The weapon summoning thing was pretty cool though, and he did know how to use them... So, when Michael regained consciousness, he awoke to see the compound three quarters of the way to burning to the ground, and the guy who knocked him out saying that he was going to be the guys new sidekick/son, because if Wolverine got to have one, he deserved one too!

Michael didn't really know what that meant, or who Wolverine was, but he knew the miserable life he'd lead so far was over anyway, so what was the worst that could happen if he took the man up on his offer.

Sadly, no one was around to tell him that 'what's the worst that can happen' is something that should never be applied to Deadpool...

Family Tree

Teacherdad:
Deathstroke

Abilities

Conceptual Armoury
Can manifest a copy of anything that could be classified as a 'weapon' out of thin air, as long as he's seen the original weapon in person before. He does this by copying these weapons into what he calls the 'Armoury in his Soul'.

These copies are completely identical to the original.

He can manifest up to ten of these weapons at a time, and control them remotely.

It takes a total of three seconds to manifest each weapon. While he can technically create them all at once, it usually gives him headaches, and comes with the risk of damaging his brain. In addition, it is also technically possible for him to manifest more than ten weapons, however this drastically increases the risk of causing irreversible, likely lethal damage to his brain, and this danger only increases or every weapon above ten that he creates.

He can only manifest weapons within ten feet of him. However, he can send them as far as he can see. If he cannot see them, he can only control them within the ten feet, otherwise they dematerialise after five seconds.

All forms of firearm are manifested with a single, full clip of ammunition, or whatever the equivalent is. For example an rpg will only come with one rocket, although him summoning a rocket is unlikely, as the explosion would cause him pain.

Weaknesses
The mere act of manifesting the weapons burns calories at an alarming rate, meaning that he has to eat and sleep far more than the average person whenever he uses this power.

The weapons are an extension of his mind, and while just as durable as a real weapon, they can still break. If one of the weapons does break, it sends a dangerous burst of feedback, which can essentially be likened to a flashbang that only affects Michael going off about a centimeter from his face, leaving him completely stunned, and possibly causing damage to both his mind and his soul.

Summoning more than ten weapons has an almost 80% chance of causing lethal haemorrhages in his brain, and summoning all his weapons at once can also potentially damage his brain.

Non-power Abilities

• Extremely agile
• Skilled martial artist
• Talented with most forms of melee weaponry, and also fairly skilled with firearms and archery
• Decent at working in a squad or unit
• Not a bad chef
• Good at making up substitutes for curse words
• Fakes a smile like a pro
• Knows the words to most of the songs from 'Greatest Showman' by heart

Sol City Modern Slice of life - Chapter 3 - (all welcome new and old)

Jeremy Lindall

Jeremy's fancy new apartment

Jeremy sighed as he looked around his new apartment. He'd already been there a couple of days, but he still wasn't quite used to it yet.

"It's my own fault. Can't even complain about it."

And it was true. He should've known what he was getting into when he chose a place with such cheap rent, but for some reason, he was still kind of surprised when he found himself in a room that was maybe slightly larger than a walk-in closet. Well, ok, maybe that was a bit of an exaggeration, but not by much. There wasn't really room for much other than his bed and the kitchen, which probably meant he shouldn't be inviting any guests over in the near future. They'd have to sit on his bed if he did, because there was no room for a table or chairs.

The kitchen was decent though, and it also had a small balcony where he could grow a few pot plants.

So all in all, he could probably survive in it, at least for now. Maybe when he found a new job, he'd be able to afford somewhere at least slightly better, but as the depressed, unemployed slab of human he was now, this was the best he could hope for, and probably better than he deserved.

But self loathing would have to wait, he had preparations to make! Yes, after spending a decent chunk of the last few days figuring out how to get all the right permits and collecting ingredients, he was ready to earn his rent, selling dishes made with unusual ingredients to the hungry hordes that would be visiting the festival later that morning. More than a few of them had to be imported, but thanks to the efforts of Adrian Washburne, who may or may not be one of the richer people on the planet, he had been able to get more than enough to feed both them and himself. He even got some less crazy meat for the less adventurous customers, although it was still uncommon enough to keep the gimmick alive.

"Welp, guess I'd better head out."

Food Festival

"Hey, are you scared of snakes? Does the idea of alligators have you quaking in your boots? Well why don't you come on over and remind yourself that you're the one at the top of the food chain, not them! Try some rattlesnake chilli if you're in the mood for something with a little bite! Or maybe you'd prefer the classic fried gator? Or of course, if you'd prefer something a little less out there, you could try a nice kangaroo stir fry! Take a seat and face your fears in the most delicious way possible!"

Despite working on it for quite a while the night before, Jeremy was beginning to wonder if this maybe wasn't quite the best sales pitch he could've come up with. He wasn't really use to attracting people over, or really being especially social in general. No, he was more of an awkward loser, who would occasionally be confused for intimidating, so this was a new and scary experience for him. Thankfully though, the stall was pretty nice, with a little counter on the side where customers could sit on some bar stools he'd bought and eat right there. He had a nice little set up he'd managed to salvage together too, and while getting everything over to the park had been a little difficult, he was able to keep up with the orders fairly well.

Of course, that was probably just due to the low number of people who were willing to order snake or alligator, but he preferred to think it was his great talent in the kitchen.

In all seriousness though, he'd at least thought the kangaroo would be normal enough for anyone who might not go for the other two...

"Come on, don't be shy! Come and see what it feels like to eat an animal that wants to eat you just as badly! Take a walk on the wild side! Help me pay my rent! Get over here and try some delicious recipes from all over the world before I run out of ingredients!"

Sol City Modern Slice of life - Chapter 3 - (all welcome new and old)

Yo so I just went back to see the information on this food festival, and now I'm getting the subtle feeling that this is about to turn into a Zombie RP and all this time you've just been running a long con.

Also, does Sol city still have a discord server? Because it's not showing up in my server list anymore.

Sol City Modern Slice of life - Chapter 3 - (all welcome new and old)

Jeremy Lindall

Name:
Jeremy Lindall

Age:
24

Appearance:

Hider because two images

Height:
6'4"

Weight:
201 lbs

Likes:
Peace and quiet
Reading
Cooking, particularly with exotic ingredients
Gardening
Fishing
Games
Anime
Really just cartoons in general
Musicals, but apparently only if Hugh Jackman is in them
Annoying, loudmouthed idiots who jump into trouble without even thinking

Dislikes:
Wasting food
Being the center of attention
Being dragged into awful situations
Annoying, loudmouthed idiots who jump into trouble without even thinking

Zodiac Sign:
Taurus

Special Talent:
Well apparently, it's getting himself into some kind of godawful, terrifying situation that really should end with him in a hospital bed on an at least bi-monthly basis, with the only reason it doesn't being that he has an equally incredible ability to claw his way out of them through a healthy combination of fighting, improvising, multiple poor attempts at manipulation and running and/or driving away very fast.

Profession:
Nowhere right now, he's kind of a new arrival.

Bio/Personality:

Hider because it looked longer when I was writing it

Jeremy's life could aptly be described as hectic, specifically 'too hectic for him'. Growing up in the mean streets of New Jersey, he was always a fairly shy kid, preferring to spend his time with in peace, working on his little vegetable garden. This all changed when his mother introduced him to her coworker and his daughter.

Hannah Washburne, who he would soon come to realize may very well have been the devil herself.

From the moment they met, he was trapped in the position of being her 'best friend', as like him, she had pretty much no friends either. However, where on his part it was due to being shy and quiet, Hannah's friendship troubles came from the exact opposite situation, and he almost immediately pinned her as the most infuriating person he'd ever met. Within the week, he realized that 'best friends' apparently meant cleaning up after her and trying desperately to play peacemaker whenever she picked fights with the other kids, which was often. Eventually, even this wasn't enough, and he quickly had to learn how to handle himself in a fight or get the crap beaten out of him.

And yet, despite all the trouble she constantly dragged him into, he couldn't help but enjoy himself. Oh, he'd still sigh and complain over the situation which was completely reasonable considering how he'd accidentally become a proper delinquent just by continuing to spend time with her, but he knew he'd go along with it anyway. After all, whether or not it was true when they first met, by the time he was seventeen, he truly considered her his closest friend, and he knew the feeling was mutual. They had been fighting side by side for just under ten years, and they were so close they could basically figure out what the other was thinking at any given moment. And sometimes, in the earliest hours of the morning, he'd wonder if maybe... maybe there was even something more to their relationship...

But he would never know. Because she died that year.

In the end, it wasn't even one of the fights she'd picked that did it. She was hit by a car that had gone out of control while they walked home from school. From there, everything changed.

He began lashing out, picking fights himself, and rebuffing the other friends he and Hannah had managed to make. He rarely spent time at home as well, and the smoking habit he had unfortunately picked up over last couple of years got far, far worse. It wasn't until Hannah's father talked to him that he realized just how bad he'd become. This wasn't the Jeremy who'd been her best friend. This was just some jackass who was going out of his way to make everyone else as upset as he was, and while she may have had the bad habit of picking fights, hurting people for no reason was one thing she absolutely did not approve of.

From there, he worked to get better again. He began seeing a psychiatrist, reached back out to the friends he thought he'd lost, but thankfully figured he was just going through a hard time, and threw himself back into his old hobbies. And thanks to all of these, slowly but surely, he managed to begin the arduous process of dragging himself out of his depression.

That was four years ago, and while he's still not completely better, he's... something. He isn't actively acting like an asshole anymore, so there's that, and while his natural pessimism is still pretty intense, there's a kind of lazy optimism that's helped make the days a little easier to get through. Still, even six years couldn't fix things completely, not when everywhere he looked he saw something that reminded him of their old adventures. This has led him to the decision that, if he stayed in New Jersey, he'd never be able to put his pain behind him. After a few months of looking around, he finally managed to find a small, cheap apartment in Sol City. Now he's finally moved in with everything sorted out, ready to finally begin the next chapter of his life.

Your character's favorite song:


Actor or Actress/Public Figure who would play your Character in a movie:
Not really sure, unless they could somehow go back in time and get young, Blue Heelers era Hugh Jackman. Not to say he probably couldn't pull it off now, the guy is still ridiculously attractive. It's just that he doesn't look twenty-four anymore.

CSS2

Very Simple: Are you, as a PLAYER more a solo/small group poster or would you consider yourself a social butterfly open for anything?
Despite what Jeremy would want, I usually have trouble posting unless I've got someone to bounce off of, preferably multiple people. So yeah, let's butterfly it up and annoy Jeremy to our hearts content!

Choose a number from 1-5 telling us where you would rate yourself in the above criteria. ONE being the least interactive and FIVE being the most.
I'm going to go with 3, because it sounds better than saying that I'm usually fluctuating between 2 and 4 at any given point.

Personal junk

Most of you guys already know me and just forgot, but I promise I'm not upset by that, and you guys can't see me crying on my side of the screen to prove me wrong.

*Your age: 23

*What part of the world are you from: The good ol' AU of Stralia.

*How many years have you been writing/roleplaying: ADHD has unfortunately eviscerated my memory, but I'm pretty sure it's something like four years now.

*How often do you have time to post: Considering I'm unemployed and am no longer in my course due to less than stellar intelligence, I technically have quite a bit of time to post. I'm also lazy though, so I can only hope I manage to get my shit together and post like a normal person this time.

Sol City Modern Slice of life - Chapter 3 - (all welcome new and old)

@PrinceAlexus
Neato, I'll get to work!

Sol City Modern Slice of life - Chapter 3 - (all welcome new and old)

@PrinceAlexus
Alright, cool. I'll try to get started now. Anything I should know about the current situation?

Sol City Modern Slice of life - Chapter 3 - (all welcome new and old)

So just to be clear, I am ok to put Jeremy in the character tab and start posting?