Red7VII

the alphabet game. lol

Jubilee

Questions and Answers

There once was a user who I will refer to as OnFireKitten (not the real name) who just seemed to have a chip on their shoulder for as long as I have ever known them (They've been away from the site for many years now).

Anyway, they created a character for a superhero RP that was supposed to have a country twang, I guess, but the attempt at a written accent was just terrible. It was very hard not to grin when trying to mentally picture what this character was trying to articulate. To that end, the character was also a bit of a Leeroy Jenkins type in that they always had an agenda of their own and they always rushed head first into conflict without ever calculating risks. Picture 5 characters huddled together, trying to think of a plan, and this Maverick with a super awkward country accent just jumping out and charging in, lol.

The character was short lived as the user ended up dropping the RP for various issues, but a marks of notoriety was left in my mind.

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Have you ever finished an RP on this site and saw the game through to its natural conclusion? Which was the most recent RP that you were able to do that with?

Word association Game!

Wheels

Sum up your week in roleplaying in just 3 words

I expected more

Marvel World War M

Location: Brooklyn Streets | Interaction: Open

Day time. Sometimes Max hated it. Sometimes he felt it kept him grounded. Day time was where Max Robbins, Private Security Entrepreneur lived. Night time was the world of The Hood, mystically enhanced protector of the city.

On an average night, The Hood would be literally running across the night sky, taking down baddies, shrugging off bullets, appearing and disappearing out of nowhere... He was light a living myth. A whisper. The boogeyman to malevolent. During the day, he was as he is now; a well-built bearded man in a black business suit with two concealed guns hidden in holsters under his jacket, driving one of his many clients from one meeting to the next in a black bulletproof sedan at a red light.

Comparatively, it was painstakingly boring.

"Mr. Robbins," came a voice from the back of the car with a distinct, elegant Asian accent. "The shareholder's meeting is starting in 12 minutes."

"I understand that, Mr. Li," Max assured his client. "I will get you there as quickly, and as safely, as possible." There were times when he would have to remind his clients of his own personal priorities. Max Robbins and his crew were angels of protection. When they were 'on the clock', their clients could rest assured that they were practically invincible under the team's umbrella. However, there were often times when clients would mistake them as drivers, butlers and secretaries and such poor assumptions needed correction. Cerberus Security makes it's money off of peoples' breaths. If you're client is breathing, you're getting paid. Max Robbins didn't really give a shit if Mr. Li was late to his meeting or not.

Finally the green light. Max eased the pedal down and took off toward Roxxon Two Tower, the satellite location for one of New York's most notorious oil and energy industries. As he pulled up to the lobby, he could see two men with black business suits matching his own with a small patch on their breast pocket - an image of a 3-headed dog. Max exited the vehicle and gave the two men a nod as he made his way to the back seat to open his client's door. Max's two subordinates then took custody of Mr. Li and escorted him into the building, leaving Max alone with his car.

As he boarded his vehicle once more, he pulled out into the street and just sighed.

God, I am so bored, he thought to himself as he hit the steering wheel with his palm in a hard thud. He glanced over at the clock just above his radio before rolling his eyes. Night time was still out of reach. As he slowly glided through traffic, he looked over at the briefcase that was settled in the front passengers seat. Within it was his mystically enhanced cloak and boots. It was as if they were calling out to him, begging him to take them out, to wear them, to become him. To become The Hood.

Anonymous vigilantism was hard enough in the shroud of darkness. Being a caped crusader during daylight hours was asking for trouble. If he were ever found out, it could lead the criminal underworld right to his very home, to his friends and associates, to his business... It could potentially ruin him. He had to remain steadfast. Max by day, Hood by night. That was his rule.

And then he heard it. Gunshots, explosions, shouting. It wasn't far. Max's grip tightened on the wheel. It's not my business, he told himself. Whatever is happening over there has nothing to do with me, has nothing to do with my clients. I need to just keep going. I've got to get back to the office, I've got to check in with Sigma Team, I've got to map routes to the airport for next week, I've got to stay on task. He rolled down the window of his armored sedan just to let some fresh air in and stay focused.

"Oh my god" shouted a woman from the sidewalk. "Venom's down there! I'm getting a selfie!!"

Fuuuuuck, Max thought to himself before slamming his hand on the steering wheel again. One of the Ultimates. Which means there could be all manners of something crazy happening over there. All Max would have to do to find out is to take the next left... But a smart Max would just keep going straight. A smart Max would just get back to the office. A smart Max... just clocked out.

With the screech of his tires, Max hit the gas and spun the wheel, taking a hard left turn down the alley between two buildings. The sound of fighting was getting louder. He knew the skirmish was just ahead. As he pulled to a stop be a large green dumpster, he looked over at the briefcase beside him and stared at it intently. This was a bad idea. He knew this was a bad idea. And, yet...

"Fuck it."

He popped the locks on the briefcase and wrapped his cloak around his neck. Instantly, his body reacted. He could feel the magics that fueled the cloak's power wash over him, making him stronger, faster, tougher. He quickly took off his black, shiny shoes and replaced them with the boots of levitation. The guns in their holsters also took on a transformation of their own, becoming slightly golden while emitting a sort of pulse that only Max could feel. Its like they were now living extensions of himself.

All suited up, Max got out of the car and pulled over his eponymous hood, concealing his face in darkness, before venturing out of the alley and into the fray. What he saw was not necessarily what he was prepared for. Portals opening and closing, plasma rifles going off, exploding hovercars, and one big pissed off alien symbiote.

Hood flexed his hands and, instantly, his guns flew from their holsters and into his grip. He then took in a very deep breath and held it. Just as he did, his entire body left the visible spectrum, rendering himself completely invisible to the naked eye. He could hold that breath for about two minutes, which means his invisibility would only last for that same amount of time.

If there were any onlookers, they might see his footstep as he splashed through a large puddle, the unseen entity making his way to the center of the maelstrom. So much for Max's squeaky clean daytime living. Shit was about to get messy.

Marvel World War M

Masked:

Unmasked:

Name: "Max" Robbins
Codename: The Hood
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 205lbs
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Religion: Catholic
Occupation: Private Security

Powers/Abilities: Max Robbins is human, however the artifacts he possesses grant him supernatural powers.

Nisanti Cloak
Empowered by demonic energy, when the cloak is worn by Max it offers a few supernatural traits.

1) When Max holds his breath, the cloak renders him invisible for as long as his breath is held.

2) The cloak passively imbues Max with the ability to see passed illusions.

3) The cloak passively enhances Max's strength and durability to superhuman levels. While the peak of these enhancements are unknown, it is safe to say that Max is capable of walking away from a car crash with minimal repercussions and can lift upwards of 500 lbs.

4) An unfortunate side effect of possessing the cloak: If Max becomes particularly enraged, the demonic energy may take over, transforming his physical form to that of an otherwordly monster. In this form, Max's abilities are further enhanced. He can produce electrical discharge and even spikes from his hands. However he lacks intelligent control, relying on pure base instincts and, once his stamina runs out, he becomes severely weakened for a significant amount of time. Max is currently unaware of this drawback as he has never transformed before.

Nasanti Boots of Levitation
Max's boots allow him to 'walk on air'. A novice user can use this effect to traverse the city with ease at the same speed as they can run, but an expert user can eventually master flight. Max is currently inexperienced.

Norn Stone
One from a set of Asgardian artifacts once used by his father, the Norn Stones have a unique effect for each person who possesses them. For Max, the stone he has transforms his guns into magical weapons that project concussive blasts of energy that have varying degrees of lethality. Generally, Max is looking for a knockout rather than a kill, but these projectiles can be greatly amplified to break through most obstructions.

The stone has been interweaved within the fabric of Max's cloak and has granted the cloak shielding properties that render the fabrics impenetrable by most weapons, elements and projectiles.

Twin Pistols
Without the cloak, these pistols are regular, Earthly firearms.

With the cloak on his person, these weapons become magically enhanced. The velocity and durability of the projectiles (concussive blasts) can be modified at will and, should the guns ever leave Max's hands, they can be recalled from anywhere on a whim, much akin to Thor and his hammer.

Background: Max's father, Parker Robbins, was a fairly notorious criminal mastermind in his day but his genius failed him when the Avengers took him down during one of his schemes. Destined for a life in prison, he was offered a chance to use his powers for good and would receive a full pardon if he took up arms and fought alongside the American-Allied forces in the midst of World War 3. Sadly, Parker did not survive the ordeal and, with his dying breath, made his makeshift comrades swear to pass his mantle unto his young son.

Max's mother refused to grant that dying wish, instead locking the cloak and boots up in a safety deposit box. In her mind, those artifacts were the reason Parker became corrupted to begin with and she would not wish such a fate on her own son.

As Max grew up, his mother shielded him from the stories of Parker's misdeeds and, instead, showered him with tales of valor from the later years of Parker's life. She made sure to teach Max to be honorable and to protect those who need protecting. This eventually led Max to his career in private security where he would protect individuals, industries, and whoever else might need his expertise.

As his security career gained success, his mother's health declined rapidly. Cancer took hold of her quick and, despite how much money Max threw at her doctors, she simply could not recover.

On the week that she died, their lawyer gave Max the deed to his mother's home, the title to her car, and a key to a lock box of unknown content. Once Max finally got to the box and opened it up, waiting for him were his father's mystical artifacts. Hesitant at first, Max eventually succumbed to curiosity and put them on. From that day forward his life was forever changed.

Private security by day, Vigilante by night, he would go on to use his inheritance to take on bigger foes and protect an even greater number of people as the dark hero known only as The Hood.

Marvel World War M

For your consideration:

The Hood v2.0

Masked:

Unmasked:

Name: "Max" Robbins
Codename: The Hood
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 205lbs
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Religion: Catholic
Occupation: Private Security

Powers/Abilities: Max Robbins is human, however the artifacts he possesses grant him supernatural powers.

Nisanti Cloak
Empowered by demonic energy, when the cloak is worn by Max it offers a few supernatural traits.

1) When Max holds his breath, the cloak renders him invisible for as long as his breath is held.

2) The cloak passively imbues Max with the ability to see passed illusions.

3) The cloak passively enhances Max's strength and durability to superhuman levels. While the peak of these enhancements are unknown, it is safe to say that Max is capable of walking away from a car crash with minimal repercussions and can lift upwards of 500 lbs.

4) An unfortunate side effect of possessing the cloak: If Max becomes particularly enraged, the demonic energy may take over, transforming his physical form to that of an otherwordly monster. In this form, Max's abilities are further enhanced. He can produce electrical discharge and even spikes from his hands. However he lacks intelligent control, relying on pure base instincts and, once his stamina runs out, he becomes severely weakened for a significant amount of time. Max is currently unaware of this drawback as he has never transformed before.

Nasanti Boots of Levitation
Max's boots allow him to 'walk on air'. A novice user can use this effect to traverse the city with ease at the same speed as they can run, but an expert user can eventually master flight. Max is currently inexperienced.

Norn Stone
One from a set of Asgardian artifacts once used by his father, the Norn Stones have a unique effect for each person who possesses them. For Max, the stone he has transforms his guns into magical weapons that project concussive blasts of energy that have varying degrees of lethality. Generally, Max is looking for a knockout rather than a kill, but these projectiles can be greatly amplified to break through most obstructions.

The stone has been interweaved within the fabric of Max's cloak and has granted the cloak shielding properties that render the fabrics impenetrable by most weapons, elements and projectiles.

Twin Pistols
Without the cloak, these pistols are regular, Earthly firearms.

With the cloak on his person, these weapons become magically enhanced. The velocity and durability of the projectiles (concussive blasts) can be modified at will and, should the guns ever leave Max's hands, they can be recalled from anywhere on a whim, much akin to Thor and his hammer.

Background: Max's father, Parker Robbins, was a fairly notorious criminal mastermind in his day but his genius failed him when the Avengers took him down during one of his schemes. Destined for a life in prison, he was offered a chance to use his powers for good and would receive a full pardon if he took up arms and fought alongside the American-Allied forces in the midst of World War 3. Sadly, Parker did not survive the ordeal and, with his dying breath, made his makeshift comrades swear to pass his mantle unto his young son.

Max's mother refused to grant that dying wish, instead locking the cloak and boots up in a safety deposit box. In her mind, those artifacts were the reason Parker became corrupted to begin with and she would not wish such a fate on her own son.

As Max grew up, his mother shielded him from the stories of Parker's misdeeds and, instead, showered him with tales of valor from the later years of Parker's life. She made sure to teach Max to be honorable and to protect those who need protecting. This eventually led Max to his career in private security where he would protect individuals, industries, and whoever else might need his expertise.

As his security career gained success, his mother's health declined rapidly. Cancer took hold of her quick and, despite how much money Max threw at her doctors, she simply could not recover.

On the week that she died, their lawyer gave Max the deed to his mother's home, the title to her car, and a key to a lock box of unknown content. Once Max finally got to the box and opened it up, waiting for him were his father's mystical artifacts. Hesitant at first, Max eventually succumbed to curiosity and put them on. From that day forward his life was forever changed.

Private security by day, Vigilante by night, he would go on to use his inheritance to take on bigger foes and protect an even greater number of people as the dark hero known only as The Hood.

Marvel World War M

Got a few ideas so far, but the one I am leaning heavily toward is an offspring of Parker Robbins, aka The Hood, that ends up inheriting the gear. Instead of a villain, he'd be a good guy type, which means I've got to come up with an offensive weapon that is less lethal than twin pistols, lol.

Should have something together sometime this weekend or sooner.

Rohokumbo

I am so confused. What is the game and what is that language?

WATCHMEN: 1977

Cool concept, but would definitely like to hear how you'd be fleshing out a plot. Tentative interest!