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I love writing when I have the time and motivation for it. My posting frequency is generally one or two times a week on average. Supernatural, Horror and Fantasy are usually the genres I hang around most, but I'm not afraid to experiment with something new. I've made a lot great friends here, many of whom I met when creating the Red Hood universe, and am always looking forward to making more.

I tend to be a little raunchy and crude at times but if you can handle that, you'll have a heck of an RP buddy in me!

The Red Hoods: Rebirth
The Red Hoods: Initiates
The Red Hoods: Genesis
Red Dead Reckoning
X-Men: Avalon Rising
X-Men: The New Era
Cold Front: Tacitum
Crime & Devilry
Welcome to Ashton
The Fates' School for Gifted Monsters
TWD: Hell On Earth
Haven for the Inhuman
For Whom the Bell Tolls
Drake: Inextinguishable
The Energy Storm
Frontier of the Damned
Land of the Giants
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Magnificent Bastards: The Many Faces of RedXIII

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It would be difficult for me to highlight the adventure without spoiling anything. It would 9f you to miss out on the entire thing in an RP drought. Jump in, my friend. The water is terrifying!
To the newbies asking themselves if they should jump in: The answer is YES. Do you want realism, are you excited by the idea that the GM is actively going to make things hard, are you excited by adaptation and impulsion? Lets see how well you can write on the spot! Have no fear. Sack up and let your creation bloom! This is a character that you are going to bond with, I can guarantee it.

5 years ago PapaOso (Shields of War) began a story. We all know about Professor Xavier and the countless tales of his X-Men. Our story was adjacent and far more original. You have all been tagged as a call to arms. With PapaOso's blessing, I want to bring about an ultimate culmination. I want to see the characters from Oso's first iteration, the first generation of The New Era, and I want to see characters from the latest iteration helmed by Alma and Pilatus (Avalon Rising). And I want to see new faces as well.

All of you have created a character, but none of you have had a chance to see that character through to their story's natural ending. I want to offer you all, new an old, an adventure that that will be intense, memorable, frantic and hopefully ultimately satisfying.

I'm inviting every generation of X-Men: The New Era players, spanning the last 5 years, for at least one last bout. One more sprint into the fray. One more insane, cataclysmic threat that only we, the initiated, are foolish enough and brave enough to step up to.

There are some natural questions that need answering. What's is the plot? Is this a reboot or a continuation? Can we bring back old characters or create new ones?


There are several variations of the plot, depending on who signs up and how many legacy characters we have across differing generations of this story. Generation 2 was a total reboot of Generation 1, with a few shared characters. The roster changed even futher (but not completely) with Generation 3 and beyond, as well. If only people from the very last game join up, then the plot will be one way. If people across all generations of the game show up, then the plot will be vastly different.

What one can obviously expect are common elements. This story centers around a school that mirrors Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. This is Ashford Institute for the Gifted, founded by Malcolm Ashford - a dear associate of Xavier's. This institution is home to original mutants with fantastic abilities who try to make it in a world that fears them while also using their powers to protect eachother and society at large.

You are a student at this institute. You are a mutant. You are unique. You have a power or powers. You have a special ability or abilities. The world doesn't trust your kind and many malevolent mutants give credence to their skepticism and bigotry. You've been sent to this school because it was all your parents knew to do and now you must make it here, harness your powers, use them to the best of your ability to protect yourself and the world.

But its not all classes and assignments. It's not all passing notes and hanging out in the quad. This is not Slice of Life. My intention, my goal, is to make you a bit on edge. There will be blood. There will be heartache. There will be death. The drama is not going to be limited to PG. Shit will get heavy. I request that anyone looking to take part in this literary endeavor please be 18+, not because there are any overtly sexual themes, but because I don't want to feel guilty when the narrative starts getting real.

Are you ready? Are you up for it? Lets put on the uniform at least once more, and then buckle the fuck up. I'm taking the wheel this time and the ride is going to be bumpy.

If there is sufficient interest, it will be more or less 2 weeks before I can get this off the ground due to work schedule, but then it is on.
I think plenty of people would be interested in that concept, but you may attract more players if you flesh out the idea a bit more. What sort of plotline do you envision? What type of setting? Is this going to be on a celestial plane, is it on earth, is it modern times, the future, the past?

You've got an intriguing baseline. Develop it a bit and pitch the details. Good luck!
I don't mind writing out 1 or 2 villains for you all to battle against for an "episode" or two if you can find other people to write your protagonists.
You have my interest.

I've got my eye on Pride or Lust, but I'm pretty flexible. Is someone else has a solid idea for one of those, I don't mind choosing the other or something different altogether.

In any case, cool concept for an RP. I look forward to seeing it come to life.

I can't fully commit, yet (at the mercy of my work schedule), but if I can make this happen, I'd like to reserve Vance and possibly see him fully fleshed out. Will know soon whether or not I can carve out enough consistent time.

The join status says "Apply". If that is accurate, you may see me CS proposal by tomorrow. Regardless, I'm loving the web you all are weaving. It's been an entertaining read thus far. Well done!

Location: NYC, Cerberus HQ | Interaction: Open

The glow of the computer screen danced upon the curves and crevices of his face. Of Max's face. He stared blankly at a revolving assortment of images and words, absorbing the information like a sponge. His supernatural garb was back in its metal case mere feet away from where he currently sat. With his elbows resting on the table, hands clasped around themselves in a manner that almost looked as if he were praying, Max sat in silence in his work uniform at the center of his dimly lit office that sat thirteen stories up in a building just outside of the heart of New York.

After The Hood had brought those world-be victims down to safety, it was time for him to change tactics. Hood was strong, powerful even, but only when compared to normal humans. Against these mutants and government sanctioned super powered maniacs, The Hood could only accurately describe himself as a small fish in a great sea. While he was deficient in godly might, he was confident he could make up for it in tactical expertise.

Earlier, The Hood had made his way back to his parked vehicle just outside the dock, figuratively tip-toeing under the noses of sentinel and MRD agents alike as he employed various measures of stealth to traverse the distance without incident. Is was only when he was back safely in his car that he dared to remove his cloak and boots, becoming Max Robbins once more. From there, his next moves were clear; Retreat and regroup.

His stomach had churned at the mention of calamity at the Oscorp building and it took everything in him not to throw on the cloak once more and charge into the fray, but that would be a fool's errand. Instead, he kept his wits about him. He needed to do more research if he was planning to inject himself into this ongoing hostility.

"He will win who knows when to fight and when not to fight."

Video footage continued to play on Max's computer screen. Overhead shots of various mutant terroristic incidents (as they were labelled in the media) displayed some familiar faces and showcased some of the powers they possessed. With each demonstration, Max made a mental note. That one seems to be able to shoot blasts from their eyes. That other one healed from nearly being decapitated in what seemed like mere seconds...

He continued taking it all in silently as the images shifted from mutant to Ultimates. He looked for even the most minute tells, anything that could indicate a weakness or irritant. His first-hand experience told him all he needed to know about Venom and his particular limitations. As he continued compiling his mental notes, he began pondering on how he could exploit those vulnerabilities. What upgrades and alterations could he make to force gods to falter?

"If you know the enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the result of a hundred battles."

Suddenly the phone upon Max's desk chirped to life. The display screen illuminated the name 'Derek Eastwind'. Max took hold of the mouse just long enough to pause the digital footage on the computer before pressing a button on the phone.

"Derek." His tone was solemn, matter of fact.

"Mr. Robbins, sorry to bother. We've got a problem," announced the deep, raspy voice on the other end of line. Max's heart sank just a bit. No one officially knew he was The Hood, not even the people he employed. If 'we have a problem,' then it was a Max problem. Just icing on the cake of chaos that was already entangling his super hero alter ego.

"Speak on it," Max demanded stoically.

"It's Mr. Li, sir." The Roxxon millionaire that Max had escorted to work just that morning.

"What about him?" Emotion was slowly creeping out of Max's throat. Mr. Li was one of Cerberus' whale accounts. Max made his life a priority and would even personally dedicate his own time to making sure Mr. Li was untouchable.

"I'm sure you heard about that battle royale," Derek began to explain, referring to the afternoon's super powered spectacle. "Well Murphy received Mr. Li after his meeting this morning was was taking him back to his penthouse. Murphy's GPS showed steady movement for the majority of the travel duration, but then the signal went dark."

"Where did it go dark?"

"The GPS stopped transmitting in Midtown."

"Manhattan." The word seethed out from Max's teeth as he skin began to flush with warmth.

"Yes, sir. Right around-"

"-where the Ultimates took on the Phoenix Order," Max finished, his voice increasingly louder with each word. "FUCK!" He grabbed hold of the phone and threw it against the wall, letting the dark plastic shatter into fragments. He could feel the tempo of his heartbeat racing. Was his most prized client still alive? Did those super powered homicidal maniacs just turn him into another casualty? Max forced himself to breath slower as he leaned over his desk in defeat. It was all just too much...

No. His eyebrows raised as an epiphany began settling in. You're not defeated. You're just getting started.

With his breathing back under control, he pulled his chair out for himself and sat back down before hitting the play button on the footage again. Hopefully Mr. Li was still alive, but running back out into the storm right now would be a fruitless effort. It was time to prepare. If the tyrannical 'heroes' and the chaotic mutants insisted on having their war at the expense of everyone else, then it was high time Max got off the sideline.

“Let your plans be dark and impenetrable as night, and when you move, fall like a thunderbolt.”
-Sun Tzu

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