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So, in terms of the Kingdom allegiance of the House what would you guys like?

I'm currently considering a Riverlands House loyal to House Tully - so basically things go to shit around the time of the Red Wedding when the Frey's take the Riverlands. The RP could document the House attempting to survive, and the family stay together, etc. The RP would naturally therefore start prior to the Red Wedding.

Edit: I made a crest, check it out.


All looks and sounds very good to me.
Another day another batch of battles rocked the city. Nito had his hood up among a crowd towards the commercial centre of the city when reports began rolling in of attacks and fights in the streets not too far away, some people began to hurry about but for others it was just a day to day occurrence, most of the population had some form of super power after all. Cracking his neck from one side to the other he slipped down a dark alley between two stores and pulled out his smartphone, loading up a map and peering around his surroundings, it was bad enough he was out during daylight but he couldn't afford to wait until nightfall and with the fighting going on attention was drawn away from anything he might be doing.

With a pop of displaced air he vanished from the alleyway and appeared inside the store room of the shop he had been stood beside, the lights were off which was a good sign, he crept along a series of shelves while glancing down towards his phone again, once he reached the far end of the room he vanished once more. For a brief moment he was inside the broom closet of the next building along, only a pit stop though as his next teleport landed him where he had been aiming, again the lights were out and as he flicked his phones torch on and waved it around the area he knew he was in the right place. Mannequins, at first they made the young man jump but soon he was over it and began his search, the store had only recently shut down, the staff were yet to clear out the remaining stock from a sale. Swinging the bag off his back, Ron stuffed a few packs of socks and underwear into it, not paying too much mind to the styles, he then grabbed a pair of dark coloured jeans, checking the size against the ones he was wearing.

It wasn't often that Nito went after new clothes, but his old ones were beginning to wear out and he felt it was time for a change. As he was about to go searching for a new shirt he heard an alarm sounding from the store and muttered a curse under his breath, in the blink of an eye he was gone. Back to the broom cupboard, back to the store then back to the alleyway. His head whipped back and forth to check his arrival hadn't been seen, thankfully nobody else was around. He heard the alarm faintly around the corner but decided against going to investigate. Instead, he took off the other way, head down as he zipped up his bag and disappeared into another crowd.
Name: Ronald D. Granthis

Freak Label: He is largely unknown but calls himself Nito

Age: 22

Faction: Freak

Ability: Teleportation, he is able to teleport to any location within 10 feet with ease and even chain these together in rapid succession, the shorter the distance the easier it becomes. If given time to focus, he can teleport to any area if he can recall or visualise it in great detail, usually he will leave a mark at areas he frequents so that he can recall them easier. He is also able to teleport objects and other people but this is more taxing depending on the complexity and distance.

Psychic dullness, he is naturally dull to all forms of psychic waves. This makes them much less effective on him, both for better or for worse. He has no control over this.

Mutation: His skin is green and vaguely resembles that of a snake along his body, his eyes are a pale yellow and operate better under low level-light conditions.

Weakness: Being doused in water will render him unable to teleport until it has been wiped away or dried off. Droplets are fine and any water within the body does not affect this, though if he does anything more than wash his hands then it becomes nearly impossible to use his abilities until they are dry.

Personality: Ron, or Nito as he likes to call himself, is a drifter through and through. Knowing he has little hope for a normal life given his freakish nature and far too concerned for his own safety to get caught up the battles between heroes and villains, he looks out for himself and does what he can to live an easy life and enjoy what parts he can. More often than not he'll simply take what he needs, but usually he employs a robin-hood-esque mentality and only takes from those who won't miss it. He keeps to himself for the most part but if he finds someone he gets along with then Nito will open up and reveal his chatty and relaxed nature.

Appearance: A shorter man, about 5'6, with a slightly chubby build given his propensity to teleport when able. His green skin's colour is matched by his long hair which often hangs over his eyes, he normally wears sunglasses over his yellow eyes when out in daylight along with gloves and layers of hooded clothing to allow him to blend into a crowd when he needs to.

Background: Born in Europe before winding up in the USA with his family trying to avoid the horrors springing up around the world, alas they were unable to conceal the boy's increasingly visibly freakish nature and when he reached 14 years of age they had to send him away to the one place he might be able to live in relative safety. Making it to the under city was easy enough given his instinctive understanding of his powers, upon arrival, Ron was taken into a band of others around his age who were in similar circumstances, the group rolled together and looked after one another in the undercity, Ron occasionally sneaking into the city above and snooping around when he could. Soon he left the group behind and struck out on his own, taking over an abandoned apartment then slowly filling it with furnatiture lifted from fancy homes as well as making his marks around the town so he was able to hop around and maintain a low profile, his main often being storage houses where he could pinch supplies from without much notice being payed.
Colour me curious.
Put together a character sheet, let me know if there's anything that needs to be altered or added!

Name: Ronald D. Granthis

Freak Label: He is largely unknown but calls himself Nito

Age: 22

Faction: Freak

Ability: Teleportation, he is able to teleport to any location within 10 feet with ease and even chain these together in rapid succession, the shorter the distance the easier it becomes. If given time to focus, he can teleport to any area if he can recall or visualise it in great detail, usually he will leave a mark at areas he frequents so that he can recall them easier. He is also able to teleport objects and other people but this is more taxing depending on the complexity and distance.

Psychic dullness, he is naturally dull to all forms of psychic waves. This makes them much less effective on him, both for better or for worse. He has no control over this.

Mutation: His skin is green and vaguely resembles that of a snake along his body, his eyes are a pale yellow and operate better under low level-light conditions.

Weakness: Being doused in water will render him unable to teleport until it has been wiped away or dried off. Droplets are fine and any water within the body does not affect this, though if he does anything more than wash his hands then it becomes nearly impossible to use his abilities until they are dry.

Personality: Ron, or Nito as he likes to call himself, is a drifter through and through. Knowing he has little hope for a normal life given his freakish nature and far too concerned for his own safety to get caught up the battles between heroes and villains, he looks out for himself and does what he can to live an easy life and enjoy what parts he can. More often than not he'll simply take what he needs, but usually he employs a robin-hood-esque mentality and only takes from those who won't miss it. He keeps to himself for the most part but if he finds someone he gets along with then Nito will open up and reveal his chatty and relaxed nature.

Appearance: A shorter man, about 5'6, with a slightly chubby build given his propensity to teleport when able. His green skin's colour is matched by his long hair which often hangs over his eyes, he normally wears sunglasses over his yellow eyes when out in daylight along with gloves and layers of hooded clothing to allow him to blend into a crowd when he needs to.

Background: Born in Europe before winding up in the USA with his family trying to avoid the horrors springing up around the world, alas they were unable to conceal the boy's increasingly visibly freakish nature and when he reached 14 years of age they had to send him away to the one place he might be able to live in relative safety. Making it to the under city was easy enough given his instinctive understanding of his powers, upon arrival, Ron was taken into a band of others around his age who were in similar circumstances, the group rolled together and looked after one another in the undercity, Ron occasionally sneaking into the city above and snooping around when he could. Soon he left the group behind and struck out on his own, taking over an abandoned apartment then slowly filling it with furnatiture lifted from fancy homes as well as making his marks around the town so he was able to hop around and maintain a low profile, his main often being storage houses where he could pinch supplies from without much notice being payed.
@Riddle Me This
Definitely still open, though what position needs filled will need to be discussed with @Regitnui as I think we are now lacking heroes in compared to villains now, given the disappearance of several players lately.


@Riddle Me This Sounds great.


Cool, I might just make him a neutral entity for now then and see which way he gets swayed.
Is this still open for folks to join up? If so, what sort of areas are kinda lacking in terms of character diversity?

I'm thinking of playing a low-level criminal freak that maybe becomes a lackey to one of the bigger villains, a general annoyance to the heroes or something else along those lines.
@Stale Pizza there is 1 other person ahead of you if you want to wait for a spot


I'd like to be on that list if at all possible.
@Little Eden If a child wants to gear up and take something like a handgun with them will that be done on the way to the gate?
Alphonse cracked his neck from one side to the other as he climbed up out of the rowing boat and onto a sandy beach outside Ravenne, he grabbed his bag and his ever trusty axe from inside the boat then peered up at the morning sun before looking over and across at the village a couple of miles further down the coast. "Well, guess this is it. Can't be riskin' getting too close to the village, y'know." Murmured Peter, the gruff and weathered crew member that had so kindly rowed Al to the shore. "I 'aint gonna' say I'll miss ya' or nuffin' but er...Hope you don't die, alright?"

"Ah, Pate" Al began, speaking softly.
"Pete." He was abruptly corrected before continuing.
"Ah, Pete. Think we both know I don't belong that ship, your kind words are appreciated though, maybe when I've got a ship of my own you can come join me."
"Yeah, right, sure." Pete just rolled his eyes. "Give us a shove off."
With a grunt, the Gull dropped his things on the sand and pushed against the boat to send it back into the sea where the sailor inside it offered a parting two fingered salute and began rowing back out towards the ship he had come from. Al's attention went back towards the town as he picked up his bag and slung it over his back then tucked his hand axe into his belt.

It was not the young man's first time leaving a crew, it was however the first time he had left of his own accord with the good fortune to make it away with not only a rowing boat but also a hefty pouch of gold snagged right out of the ship's hold, granted the crew might not have been so willing to part on good terms if they were aware of that part.

Scrambling up the hill beside the beach that he had landed on, Al hacked his way through a patch of dense bushes before stumbling out onto what appeared to be a well used road, his suspicions of it's use were confirmed when he spied a cart rounding the corner being pulled by a pair of horses. He waved to the driver who halted, looked to be older man, the farming type, though his grey beard rivalled that of any pirate. "You on your way to Ravenne?" He queried in a thick rural accent. "Sure am." Nodded Al. "Don't suppose I could catch a ride?" The farmer seemed sceptical but shrugged his shoulders and gestured to the back of the cart. "Climb in back n' we'll be off." Clasping his hands together in a display of thanks, the seafarer made his way around to the back and hopped up.

The Gull's greedy eyes scanned over the haul of fresh fruit that was stacked in boxes and wooden bowls as he sat down and the cart set off with a jolt, he called out to the farmer as they rode along. "Hey, can I have some of this? Haven't had fruit in ages." The driver looked over his shoulder and simply stared before looking ahead again. "Fine, but just one orange, don't want you dying of scurvy, damned pirates." This caused Al to smirk. "What gave it away? The hat? The axe?"
"The salt in your hair, on your face, and the damn smell too. You'd think being surrounded by water would make it easier to bathe once in a while." The pirate just chuckled as he pulled an orange from one of the boxes and peeled off the skin. "Cheers, and you try staying clean when you've got to sleep and work surrounded by sailors." With a huff, the farmer seemed to retire from the conversation and the rest of the journey passed in a comfortable quiet as the young man enjoyed the sights of greenery giving way to the buildings and small merchant square in the village.

Once the ride was over, the pair parted ways, after Al helped unload some of the fruits of course and was tossed an apple for his help. He stretched and looked over the market, wondering what he should go shopping for first...
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