Also, come to think of it, Cathy (or Samira, from what I can gather) really seems like the only one with the right temperament/disposition for leadership of the team. And maybe Waylon, but his PTSD issues would affect his ability to command in the field.
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Hi there! Please feel free to call me Ren. I'm 23, and live in Texas. I've been RPing since I was ten or eleven, and I consider myself somewhere around casual or advanced level.
If you'd like to RP with me, whether or not I currently have a current interest check, please PM me! I love meeting new RP partners. If you think I'd be interested in your group RP, please send me a link and I'll definitely check it out.
If you'd like to RP with me, whether or not I currently have a current interest check, please PM me! I love meeting new RP partners. If you think I'd be interested in your group RP, please send me a link and I'll definitely check it out.
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It's good advice and that woman does look kind of bad but all it does is say she's thin and has long legs.
There's a big difference between being thin with long legs, and practically emaciated. I'm not saying that it's not possible for a character to be that size, just that they would likely be in very poor health. Acrobatics or martial arts would be out of the question at that size, because those abilities require some sort of muscle mass, which a person with a bmi of ~15 simply would not have.
Yeah. I had to google average size for an athletic woman of Caty's age and height when making her.
Also I have posted and Caty's already starting to feel the pressure of leadership.
Caty is the same height as me, which I thought was kind of funny. I know the underweight/normal weight/overweight numbers for her off of the top of my head, haha. But I had to google for Petra. She's pretty average weight, and not diligent enough with her boxing to have much muscle, but what I put as her weight in the CS is post-mutation. I figure that, with the nature of her powers and their effects on her metabolism, they'd have to seriously affect the way she stores fat on her body.
I mean, that’s also very underweight. I’d associate such a low BMI with an eating disorder, honestly.
For reference, here’s a pic I found on the web of a 5’11 110lb woman.
Critically underweight, zero muscle mass.
For reference, here’s a pic I found on the web of a 5’11 110lb woman.
Critically underweight, zero muscle mass.
She’s 5’11 and 110 pounds? My dude, that’s super underweight, I don’t think she’d be teaching martial arts to anyone. I’m pretty sure that like 130lbs is the lower cutoff point is a healthy weight for that size.
There! Short post is short, but I just wanted to keep things going.
"Donny's right," Waylon interjected. His voice nearly shook with the intensity of the situation: almost unnerving from a man who usually faced everything with a smile. Odder, though, was the distance in his gaze, as if he struggled to focus on the present. "Owen, man, leave if you really want to, but if we don't do something-"
"And what will you do?" Petra asked pointedly, looking at her brother, and then Donny, expression cold. "We aren't scientists, or doctors, and we have no idea what this gas even does."
She wasn't sure if her brother even heard her. She needed to get him out of there, before he had a full-on episode. In the back of her mind, she vaguely remembered therapy sessions, discussions of "triggers" and self-soothing techniques, but there would be time to address all of that when they weren't actively breathing in toxic gas.
"And what will you do?" Petra asked pointedly, looking at her brother, and then Donny, expression cold. "We aren't scientists, or doctors, and we have no idea what this gas even does."
She wasn't sure if her brother even heard her. She needed to get him out of there, before he had a full-on episode. In the back of her mind, she vaguely remembered therapy sessions, discussions of "triggers" and self-soothing techniques, but there would be time to address all of that when they weren't actively breathing in toxic gas.
I am now, and have always been, obsessed with Attack on Titan. I'm waiting to binge the anime, so I've only seen the first season, but I'm up-to-date on the manga.
Beaststars annoyed me with how good it was, haha. I kept telling myself, "I'm not going to watch the goddamn furry anime, I'm not going to watch the goddamn furry anime..." but the previews that played when I hovered over it on Netflix were just so interesting, I couldn't help myself. A+
Since we're sharing: My username is RenegadeRunaway, from a Carrie Underwood song I listened to a lot when I made this account 4+ years ago. I grew up in Texas, and I'm living back home rn, but I went to school in New York, studied in Japan a semester, and lived in Philly for like 6 months post-grad. I moved home because of family issues, intending to move again around February or March, but then, well. The plague. I work in theatre, an industry that most definitely is not booming right now. So, I'll be stuck here until either theaters start to open back up (so that I can get job) or until I start grad school next fall, whichever comes first.
I'm not really into the live-action superhero shows all that much! I really liked Jessica Jones, as you can probably tell by my avatar. I never really got into Arrow though, and I lost interest in Flash when they did that whole reality shift thing. I've always been a fan of animated series more! Young Justice (I'm very pumped for the 4th season, 3rd season is on dc's website,) Justice League Unlimited, Batman: The Animated Series, Teen Titans, and stuff like that. My very first superhero show that I was into was X-Men: Evolution which, fun fact, is where the character of X-23 originated. She's one of my favorite characters in the universe, but I didn't think she'd be as interesting without an X-Men group/a Wolverine character, specifically, to bounce off of, which is why she's not one of my characters rn.
What else..? I'm super into video games. My favorite series are Dragon Age, Mass Effect, and Fire Emblem. I play a lot of different games, but I won't bore y'all with a recital of half of my Steam library haha.
Edit: Oh, also, I'm hella queer. I'm mostly not in the closet anymore, but I lived that life and I know it's rough. :\
Beaststars annoyed me with how good it was, haha. I kept telling myself, "I'm not going to watch the goddamn furry anime, I'm not going to watch the goddamn furry anime..." but the previews that played when I hovered over it on Netflix were just so interesting, I couldn't help myself. A+
Since we're sharing: My username is RenegadeRunaway, from a Carrie Underwood song I listened to a lot when I made this account 4+ years ago. I grew up in Texas, and I'm living back home rn, but I went to school in New York, studied in Japan a semester, and lived in Philly for like 6 months post-grad. I moved home because of family issues, intending to move again around February or March, but then, well. The plague. I work in theatre, an industry that most definitely is not booming right now. So, I'll be stuck here until either theaters start to open back up (so that I can get job) or until I start grad school next fall, whichever comes first.
I'm not really into the live-action superhero shows all that much! I really liked Jessica Jones, as you can probably tell by my avatar. I never really got into Arrow though, and I lost interest in Flash when they did that whole reality shift thing. I've always been a fan of animated series more! Young Justice (I'm very pumped for the 4th season, 3rd season is on dc's website,) Justice League Unlimited, Batman: The Animated Series, Teen Titans, and stuff like that. My very first superhero show that I was into was X-Men: Evolution which, fun fact, is where the character of X-23 originated. She's one of my favorite characters in the universe, but I didn't think she'd be as interesting without an X-Men group/a Wolverine character, specifically, to bounce off of, which is why she's not one of my characters rn.
What else..? I'm super into video games. My favorite series are Dragon Age, Mass Effect, and Fire Emblem. I play a lot of different games, but I won't bore y'all with a recital of half of my Steam library haha.
Edit: Oh, also, I'm hella queer. I'm mostly not in the closet anymore, but I lived that life and I know it's rough. :\
I updated my post with colors. Petra’s color is silver and Waylon’s is crimson.
It was a little too dark for me; I had to highlight it to be able to see it. But it's nbd, and there are only so many colors.
I'll be editing my post so the dialogue is color-coded, as well. With so many characters, I'm sure things will start get confusing, otherwise.
Also, I'm thinking of making another, younger character, based on a combination of the Carol Danvers and Kamala Khan versions of Ms. Marvel. She'd be like 15, definitely the kid of the group. Because who can resist the ~drama~ of literal children as superheroes, particularly secret identities, and all of that!
I'll be editing my post so the dialogue is color-coded, as well. With so many characters, I'm sure things will start get confusing, otherwise.
Also, I'm thinking of making another, younger character, based on a combination of the Carol Danvers and Kamala Khan versions of Ms. Marvel. She'd be like 15, definitely the kid of the group. Because who can resist the ~drama~ of literal children as superheroes, particularly secret identities, and all of that!
Hunter’s Point South Park
Long Island City, Queens, New York, USA
July 4th, 2023 9:13PM EDT
"Thank you all again for coming out tonight! Have a happy Fourth of July, and enjoy the fireworks!"
With those last words to the crowd, Waylon returned his microphone to its stand and stepped back to exit the stage. He couldn't help taking one more moment to bask in it all: the stage lights, the deafening crowd, his heart pounding as sweat dripped down his face... Was there any better feeling in the world? He was sure that he could perform every day for the rest of his life, and never get tired of it.
Moments after the concert ended, his band members dispersed, and Waylon was the last one onstage. That was typical; even back in their earliest days, he had a tendency linger like that. Back then, he would take the opportunity to help the "roadies" (mostly friends from school) strike the gear. The union stagehands they had now worked like a finely oiled machine, though, and he knew he would just get in the way of their work, so he handed off his guitar, stepped over the monitors and footlights on the front of the stage, and hopped down.
His first instinct was to follow after Donny, to compliment the latter on his performance. Waylon was the frontman and started the band to begin with, but he regarded Donny as the soul of the group. It was thanks to their lead guitarist that they'd found their sound, which in turn lead to the band gaining the popularity it had, which was why they were all there to begin with.
"Yo, Donny-" He started, before realizing that his friend was in mid-conversation. That normally wouldn't have stopped him; he would have gone up behind the other man, threw an arm around his shoulders, and cheerfully interjected himself into the discussion. He wasn't always quite so forward, but being at a concert, where just about everyone was eager for a chance to talk with him, boosted his ego quite a bit. What stopped him was noticing who the conversation was with.
He had nothing against Owen, really. They'd even had a few halfway decent conversation while his friend's brother traveled with the band. However, he could be difficult on a good day, and now it seemed like the two were getting into an argument. Yeah, that was something he'd rather avoid.
"Waylon Maximoff!" A voice from behind him called his name, and he turned around. There was a young woman wearing a shirt from their concert tour last year, holding up her phone. She froze, surprised that she actually got his attention, and he hit her with a charming smile.
"Hey there! Thanks for coming... Selfie?" He asked. She grinned, nodding her head gratefully, and that opened the floodgates for others to start crowding around them. Waylon, being the man of the people that he was, had a reputation for talking to, taking pictures with, and signing things for as many people as possible after a show. The process could be more exhausting than the concert itself, but what could he say? He loved his fans almost as much as they loved him.
Meanwhile, towards the edge of the crowd, a man approached a tall woman and handed her a drink. The guy... Whoever he was... Had been flirting with her for the better half of the night. Petra wasn't particularly interested, but he was of age to buy alcohol from the nearby vendors, and not a terrible kisser, so she welcomed the attention anyway.
"...I see Waylon Maximoff and Donny Blake over there. Wanna try and grab some autographs?" He asked, putting an arm around her.
"Hmm... sure. I have to go to the restroom, though, so you go ahead, and I'll catch up?" She suggested. He agreed, winked, and walked away.
Of course, Petra had no intentions of "catching up," or trying to get an autograph from the guy she'd shared a womb with. She was proud of him. Beyond proud. This was the first time she had seen him live since picking up their fifth band member in London, and she was actually very impressed by how much they'd improved; the recordings simply hadn't done them justice. But this was as good a time as any to ditch whatever-his-name-was, and now she could track down her friends. They'd gotten separated during the concert, but still planned to meet up for the fireworks. After that, they would go to another friend's apartment for Petra's "surprise" birthday party.
She had only moved a few steps when she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. A call? She fished the phone out, saw the name "Danielle" on the caller ID, and answered.
"Dani? Hey, I was just on my way over to-"
"Petra?? Petra?!! I-" Came the desperate voice on the other end.
"Dani! Calm down! What's up?" Petra answered, brows furrowing in confusion.
"-are you?? These kids just came through saying how we're all in danger or something, and Steph thinks there might be a terrorist attack or something, and-"
"Terrorists?" Petra repeated, covering her other ear to try and block out the noise from the crowd, "Look, I can't really hear you, it's so loud-"
"We couldn't find you so we just left, but you really need to get your brother and leave, I don't think those people were playing around-"
"Everyone! My name is Catherine Davis. I'm a scientist at Grayburn Labs, well an intern, but you all have to get out of here! There's a toxic gas that will release the moment those fireworks go off. You're all in danger. My friend is trying to stop it right now but please... You all need to----."
The sudden announcement came, interrupted by a boom that made her heart jump. Petra's phone slipped from her grasp and clattered to the ground. She looked on in wide-eyed shock as an odd blue mist settled onto the crowd. People were yelling, coughing... Oh God, her eyes.
It took everything she had to keep from collapsing to her knees. She had to find Waylon.
"Three, four, five, six, seven-" He counted, trying to ignore the stinging in his throat. It all happened so quickly. Before he knew it, a couple he'd been taking a picture with fell over, the woman coughing up blood, the man not breathing at all. Waylon had been a lifeguard for a summer, and so CPR was all he could think to do. He kept going, even when he felt a sharp tugging on his arm.
"Waylon, we have to get out of here." Petra yanked at him again, but her brother barely moved. She knew what he was thinking. She knew, because it's what she was thinking, too. Images flashed in her mind of bombs, and blood, of smoke stinging her eyes and throat and the world crashing down around her-
"Goddamnit, Waylon! He's not breathing! We need to leave, now!" She exclaimed. Finally, he allowed himself to be pulled up, but once he was back on his feet he remained rooted that spot. He blinked slowly, looking around. Where was his band? His friends?
"Chris, Matt, Jess... Donny..?" The others were nowhere to be found, but there was Donny and his brother, not too far away. Waylon started to shove his way towards them, ignoring Petra's protests. "We can't leave without them..."
Long Island City, Queens, New York, USA
July 4th, 2023 9:13PM EDT
"Thank you all again for coming out tonight! Have a happy Fourth of July, and enjoy the fireworks!"
With those last words to the crowd, Waylon returned his microphone to its stand and stepped back to exit the stage. He couldn't help taking one more moment to bask in it all: the stage lights, the deafening crowd, his heart pounding as sweat dripped down his face... Was there any better feeling in the world? He was sure that he could perform every day for the rest of his life, and never get tired of it.
Moments after the concert ended, his band members dispersed, and Waylon was the last one onstage. That was typical; even back in their earliest days, he had a tendency linger like that. Back then, he would take the opportunity to help the "roadies" (mostly friends from school) strike the gear. The union stagehands they had now worked like a finely oiled machine, though, and he knew he would just get in the way of their work, so he handed off his guitar, stepped over the monitors and footlights on the front of the stage, and hopped down.
His first instinct was to follow after Donny, to compliment the latter on his performance. Waylon was the frontman and started the band to begin with, but he regarded Donny as the soul of the group. It was thanks to their lead guitarist that they'd found their sound, which in turn lead to the band gaining the popularity it had, which was why they were all there to begin with.
"Yo, Donny-" He started, before realizing that his friend was in mid-conversation. That normally wouldn't have stopped him; he would have gone up behind the other man, threw an arm around his shoulders, and cheerfully interjected himself into the discussion. He wasn't always quite so forward, but being at a concert, where just about everyone was eager for a chance to talk with him, boosted his ego quite a bit. What stopped him was noticing who the conversation was with.
He had nothing against Owen, really. They'd even had a few halfway decent conversation while his friend's brother traveled with the band. However, he could be difficult on a good day, and now it seemed like the two were getting into an argument. Yeah, that was something he'd rather avoid.
"Waylon Maximoff!" A voice from behind him called his name, and he turned around. There was a young woman wearing a shirt from their concert tour last year, holding up her phone. She froze, surprised that she actually got his attention, and he hit her with a charming smile.
"Hey there! Thanks for coming... Selfie?" He asked. She grinned, nodding her head gratefully, and that opened the floodgates for others to start crowding around them. Waylon, being the man of the people that he was, had a reputation for talking to, taking pictures with, and signing things for as many people as possible after a show. The process could be more exhausting than the concert itself, but what could he say? He loved his fans almost as much as they loved him.
Meanwhile, towards the edge of the crowd, a man approached a tall woman and handed her a drink. The guy... Whoever he was... Had been flirting with her for the better half of the night. Petra wasn't particularly interested, but he was of age to buy alcohol from the nearby vendors, and not a terrible kisser, so she welcomed the attention anyway.
"...I see Waylon Maximoff and Donny Blake over there. Wanna try and grab some autographs?" He asked, putting an arm around her.
"Hmm... sure. I have to go to the restroom, though, so you go ahead, and I'll catch up?" She suggested. He agreed, winked, and walked away.
Of course, Petra had no intentions of "catching up," or trying to get an autograph from the guy she'd shared a womb with. She was proud of him. Beyond proud. This was the first time she had seen him live since picking up their fifth band member in London, and she was actually very impressed by how much they'd improved; the recordings simply hadn't done them justice. But this was as good a time as any to ditch whatever-his-name-was, and now she could track down her friends. They'd gotten separated during the concert, but still planned to meet up for the fireworks. After that, they would go to another friend's apartment for Petra's "surprise" birthday party.
She had only moved a few steps when she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. A call? She fished the phone out, saw the name "Danielle" on the caller ID, and answered.
"Dani? Hey, I was just on my way over to-"
"Petra?? Petra?!! I-" Came the desperate voice on the other end.
"Dani! Calm down! What's up?" Petra answered, brows furrowing in confusion.
"-are you?? These kids just came through saying how we're all in danger or something, and Steph thinks there might be a terrorist attack or something, and-"
"Terrorists?" Petra repeated, covering her other ear to try and block out the noise from the crowd, "Look, I can't really hear you, it's so loud-"
"We couldn't find you so we just left, but you really need to get your brother and leave, I don't think those people were playing around-"
"Everyone! My name is Catherine Davis. I'm a scientist at Grayburn Labs, well an intern, but you all have to get out of here! There's a toxic gas that will release the moment those fireworks go off. You're all in danger. My friend is trying to stop it right now but please... You all need to----."
The sudden announcement came, interrupted by a boom that made her heart jump. Petra's phone slipped from her grasp and clattered to the ground. She looked on in wide-eyed shock as an odd blue mist settled onto the crowd. People were yelling, coughing... Oh God, her eyes.
It took everything she had to keep from collapsing to her knees. She had to find Waylon.
"Three, four, five, six, seven-" He counted, trying to ignore the stinging in his throat. It all happened so quickly. Before he knew it, a couple he'd been taking a picture with fell over, the woman coughing up blood, the man not breathing at all. Waylon had been a lifeguard for a summer, and so CPR was all he could think to do. He kept going, even when he felt a sharp tugging on his arm.
"Waylon, we have to get out of here." Petra yanked at him again, but her brother barely moved. She knew what he was thinking. She knew, because it's what she was thinking, too. Images flashed in her mind of bombs, and blood, of smoke stinging her eyes and throat and the world crashing down around her-
"Goddamnit, Waylon! He's not breathing! We need to leave, now!" She exclaimed. Finally, he allowed himself to be pulled up, but once he was back on his feet he remained rooted that spot. He blinked slowly, looking around. Where was his band? His friends?
"Chris, Matt, Jess... Donny..?" The others were nowhere to be found, but there was Donny and his brother, not too far away. Waylon started to shove his way towards them, ignoring Petra's protests. "We can't leave without them..."
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