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The Immoral Iron Fist


B I R T H N A M E O C C U P A T I O N L O C A T I O N A F F I L I A T I O N
C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:


”I’m gonna dragon kick your ass into the Mily Way!"

Danny Rand grew up in the lap of luxury. His father Wendall Rand ran Rand industries and was able to more than provide for his family, leading Danny to become a spoiled rotten upperclass kid with an unusual family pass time. Wendall didn’t like to talk about the origin of his obsession with martial arts but he was very adamant about sharing his passion with his son. Wendall paid top dollar for his son to train with some of the greatest martial artists on the planet. Danny didn’t complain as he enjoyed the power he felt came with getting in shape and learning to fight better than your average joe. However, despite his excellence in martial arts, Danny was more of a blemish on his family’s high held reputation. He abused his family’s fortune to throw wild and destructive parties, fly around the world and generally showboat his martial arts prowess. This came to a head though when his father finally had enough and cut Danny off after yet another wild party. Danny was set up with a small apartment in Manhattan and told he would have to make it on his own if he ever hoped to win back his family’s trust and be accepted back into the family fortune.

Around the same time Sparrow of K’un-Lun was experiencing a similar exile from her normal way of life at the hands of her own family. Her situation was a little worse all things considered. Her brother Davos had made an attempt on the title of K’un-Lun’s champion after losing to Shu-Hu in the final test to gain the title. Against tradition Davos attempted to forcibly gain the power of the Iron Fist for himself by sneaking out of the city and to the shrine to dunk his fists in molten heart of Shou-Lao, the undying dragon. Sparrow, seeing her brother heading to the shrine, warned her father The Thunderer and the protectors of K’un-Lun. The horde of people rushed Davos but they couldn’t get to him before he dunked one of his arms in the stunning yellow stew. The Thunderer tackled his son but the damage was done as Davos now had half the power of the Iron Fist which was more than enough to amp up own martial prowess to super-human levels. Davos now easily fought off his attackers while Sparrow watched in horror. Sparrow knew she was out of her league against Davos and instead opted to grab the cauldron of molten dragon heart. Davos tried to chase her down but the K’un-Lun protectors and her father managed to keep him busy as she made her way back to the city.

Sparrow knew there was nowhere in the realm that she could hide from Davos for long so she instead looked towards the massive gates that seemed to lead to nowhere for decades at a time. However, as Sparrow approached with the cauldron, a storm began to pick up around the gate with the faint outline of a rope bridge visible just beyond the veil. Without much of a choice, Sparrow rushed through the gate finding herself on Earth. After escaping the mountains and making her way to civilization Sparrow began to formulate a plan. She remembered her father telling stories of the last Iron Fist, a man from Earth who had somehow slipped into K’un-Lun as a child and grew up to win the tournament and become the immortal Iron Fist. The last Iron Fist gave up the power willingly in order to live out the rest of his life on Earth which is where Sparrow’s plan came from. She would venture out and find the last Iron Fist and beg him to return to K’un-Lun, using the power of the Iron Fist held in the cauldron, and save the city from Davos.

Going off the few clues Sparrow remembered from the stories, she made her way to America, starting her search in New York. After a few days of searching Sparrow was exhausted, using what little resources she had managed to smuggle out of K’un-Lun to look for an obscure superhero in a land where they were commonplace. In her exhaustion she didn’t notice the men pining after the fancy bucket she was carrying. Sparrow was taken by surprise in an ally as one of the men bashed her over the head in an attempt to knock her out. The blow knocked the cauldron from her hands but she managed to keep awake and begin her counterattack. However, she wouldn’t be alone as a man ran from the street to her rescue and began using his own assortment of punches, kicks and palm-strikes to fight off the men alongside her. Things were going well until one the men got a lucky blow on Sparrow’s savour knocking him down next to the cauldron. Sparrow’s eyes widened in despair and fear as the man decided to use the cauldron as an impromptu weapon, dipping his hand in the liquid that the cauldron held and clocking one of the men with the stone and metal vessel.

Danny’s first attempt at heroism had resulted in him nearly killing a thug with a superpower punch and a ornate pot, a furious martial artist/owner of the magic bowl and, a new career path set out before him. After a lot of yelling from Sparrow the two introduced themselves to one another and Sparrow explained her problem and the fact that Danny was now a very major setback too said plan. Danny offered to help Sparrow track down the previous Iron Fist so he could hand the power over. Sparrow reluctantly agreed as she admittedly wasn’t even certain how the last Iron Fist gave up the power willingly in the fist place. Wendall was devastated when he heard his son went missing but Danny felt better than ever now that he could go out show-boating his new powers around the world as they followed the trail of the last Iron Fist.

C H A R A C T E R M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S:

I can’t remember when but I’d applied with this very same premise to one of these games a while back. I never ended up getting to write very much of it but it’s one of my biggest regrets in terms of RPs as I loved the concept to death. I’m really hoping that this time I’ll be able to flesh out all the ideas I had for Danny and Sparrow and write something that I’m happy with. As for character goals Danny and Sparrow will be traveling around the world looking for the last Iron Fist in order to get someone more qualified than the two of them to kick Davos’ ass. This tracking will mostly go down by Danny using his powers to detect sites where a load of Chi was used like when someone uses the Iron Fist. Getting to these sites Danny would get glimpses of the last Iron Fist using his powers in some way. Through these sites Danny would learn new Iron Fist techniques, expanding his arsenal and helping him and Sparrow find their Kung-Fu saviour. Over the course of the journey Danny would be helping Sparrow but also actively trying to prove himself good enough to live up to the name of Iron Fist initially as another way to showboat and brag but eventually he’d just want to since the mantle gives him purpose. Over the course of their adventures Davos would also send assassins, monsters and everything else in-between after Danny and Sparrow in an attempt to get the other fist of the Iron Fist.

C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:

◼ Sparrow refuses to call Danny Iron Fist for the same reason she didn’t dunk her hand in Shou-Lao’s molten heart herself. The Iron Fist is a position held in high regard among K’un-Lun culture and Sparrow adamantly believes in her culture’s values and practices.

◼ Danny can channel the power of the Iron Fist all over his body but his techniques are most powerful coming from his right hand, which glows bright yellow where the molten heat of Shou-Lao touched but only when using his one of said techniques.

◼ Davos is superior to Danny in almost every way, that’s why Sparrow doesn’t break down and just train Danny to beat Davos.

S A M P L E P O S T:


P O S T C A T A L O G:

Tales yet to be told...
THE (UNFORTUNATELY) UNFORGETTABLE
Plastic Man


Patrick “Eel” O’Brian ♦ Flex Armstrong Quality Inspector ♦ Mammoth, Montana
C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:


”I've got nothin“

Pat’s life has been a hard but manageable one. With a nasty but ever present family life and an almost non-existent social life, Eel’s life took a morally dubious turn early on in life which consisted largely of being a juvenile delinquent and barely turning his life around a little later in life. The main claim to fame that the town of Mammoth had was it’s Stretch Armstrong factory, one that had been the cornerstone of the local economy since the 90s. Naturally Eel found himself employed there after trying to turn a straighter edge.

He found no amount of satisfaction with his new career but it was a lot less stressful for the would-be criminal. As time went on Pat’s dissatisfaction grew up to the point that he’d heard rumours floating around from some of his old buddies that they were planning a robbery of the plant and skipping town. With the intoxicating allure of his old life calling, Pat offered to help out which brings us to the beginning of our story…

C H A R A C T E R M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S:

Honestly the main reason I’m applying with Plastic is because a certain someone said it’d be a good fit for me. I’ve been a HUGELY passive fan of Plastic Man ever since I first discovered him watch Brave and the Bold when I was little and subsequently read up on him in my DC encyclopedia. I’ve had quite a few characters that I’ve wanted to write for a while but just haven’t because I felt I couldn’t do them justice. Now I’m coming to realize that sounds stupid and I should just go for it and give it a shot.

C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:


Wolfgang “Woozy” Winks - Eel’s best (and only) friend. The two have known each other for most of their lives. Hates his nickname but puts up with Pat calling him it since they’ve known each other so long.

S A M P L E P O S T:


P O S T C A T A L O G:

ISSUE NO.1 coming soon!
Grognak was nearly knocked off his feet but rather fall to the pain, Grognak continued to ford on. The supermutant yelled out in a mix of pain and anger as he continued for gate. Sensing the seriousness of the situation, Grognak brought his other hand around to wield his sword with both hands.

"Grognak comes for your teeth!" The supermutant yelled into the night.
THE (UNFORTUNATELY) UNFORGETTABLE
Plastic Man


Patrick “Eel” O’Brian ♦ Flex Armstrong Quality Inspector ♦ Mammoth, Montana
C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:


”I've got nothin“

Pat’s life has been a hard but manageable one. With a nasty but ever present family life and an almost non-existent social life, Eel’s life took a morally dubious turn early on in life which consisted largely of being a juvenile delinquent and barely turning his life around a little later in life. The main claim to fame that the town of Mammoth had was it’s Stretch Armstrong factory, one that had been the cornerstone of the local economy since the 90s. Naturally Eel found himself employed there after trying to turn a straighter edge.

He found no amount of satisfaction with his new career but it was a lot less stressful for the would-be criminal. As time went on Pat’s dissatisfaction grew up to the point that he’d heard rumours floating around from some of his old buddies that they were planning a robbery of the plant and skipping town. With the intoxicating allure of his old life calling, Pat offered to help out which brings us to the beginning of our story…

C H A R A C T E R M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S:

Honestly the main reason I’m applying with Plastic is because a certain someone said it’d be a good fit for me. I’ve been a HUGELY passive fan of Plastic Man ever since I first discovered him watch Brave and the Bold when I was little and subsequently read up on him in my DC encyclopedia. I’ve had quite a few characters that I’ve wanted to write for a while but just haven’t because I felt I couldn’t do them justice. Now I’m coming to realize that sounds stupid and I should just go for it and give it a shot.

C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:

Wolfgang “Woozy” Winks - Eel’s best (and only) friend. The two have known each other for most of their lives. Hates his nickname but puts up with Pat calling him it since they’ve known each other so long.

S A M P L E P O S T:


P O S T C A T A L O G:

ISSUE NO.1 coming soon!


The day was droning on for one Patrick O’Brain and he stretched and prodded yet another toy before absentmindedly checking off some boxes and packing it away for final approval. Pat looked at the clock (which would have read not close enough to quitting time no matter it’s hands position) before turning to his only real pal he still had. Wolfgang “Woozy” Winks hadn’t been particularly close with Pat when they and other kids used to cause trouble around town but out of that group they were the only two that decided crime didn’t pay enough. Repeating the same process that Pat had just finished, Woozy caught Pat’s gaze and turned to him.

“Whatcha looking at?” Woozy asked, checking some boxes without really looking.

“You ever miss puttering around town with the guys? I mean don’t get me wrong I love sitting around eight hours a day yanking the same rubber arms and heads day in day out but the thrill of ye olden times ju-“

“The heads don’t stretch, you haven’t been trying ta’ stretch the heads have you?”

“What? No! I’m just using it as an example Woozy, but that’s not the point.” Pat retorted turning away from Woozy as he tried to find something new to stare at for his wistful speech. When he wasn’t satisfied with the brown bricks as his muse, Pat just turned back to Woozy.

“I’m thinking about doing something stupid-“

“As opposed to normally?”

“Seriously Wooz, I can’t take the monotony anymore! I’m a MAN! I need to be free!” Pat exclaimed as he stood up on his chair and put one of his legs on the work table.

“I’ve been chained for too long! Shackled to ideals put forth by pencil-pushing-penny-chasers from years long gone! Well no more! From this moment forward Patrick O’Brain is salve to the wage no more!” the passionate man furiously shook his fist to the heavens to accentuate his point “From this moment forward Patrick O’Brian will be tearing this town a new o-“

BEEEEEEEEEEEP went the end of day buzzer and with that Patrick quickly got down from his impromptu pedestal and picked up his jacket, heading for the main computer to clock out. Meanwhile, still sat at the large worktable stared a bewildered Woozy… and about another dozen quality inspectors.

Once outside, greeted by the cool summer night, Patrick took out his barely functional phone and called his old buddy Tacs. As the dial-tone went on and on Pat began to come down from his adrenaline high. Was he really going to go back on everything he built here? The new life he carved out while trying his best to distance himself from the old one?

“Tacs, yo’ve got yourself a hombre on the inside. When’s this whole shebang going down?”
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C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T P R O P O S A L
Plastic Man


Patrick “Eel” O’Brian ♦ Flex Armstrong Quality Inspector ♦ Mammoth, Montana
C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:


”Plastic Man, boo-yeah!“

Pat’s life has been a hard but manageable one. With a nasty but ever present family life and an almost non-existent, Eel’s life took a morally dubious turn early on in life which consisted largely of being a juvenile delinquent and barely turning his life around a little later in life. The main claim to fame that the town of Mammoth had was it’s Stretch Armstrong factory, one that had been the cornerstone of the local economy since the 90s. Naturally Eel found himself employed there after trying to turn a straighter edge.

He found no amount of satisfaction with his new career but it was a lot less stressful for the would-be criminal. As time went on Pat’s dissatisfaction grew up to the point that he’d heard rumours floating around from some of his old buddies that they were planning a robbery of the plant and skipping town. With the intoxicating allure of his old life calling, Pat offered to help out which brings us to the beginning of our story…

C H A R A C T E R M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S:

Honestly the main reason I’m applying with Plastic is because a certain someone said it’d be a good fit for me. I’ve been a HUGELY passive fan of Plastic Man ever since I first discovered him watch Brave and the Bold when I was little and subsequently read up on him in my DC encyclopedia. I’ve had quite a few characters that I’ve wanted to write for a while but just haven’t because I felt I couldn’t do them justice. Now I’m coming to realize that sounds stupid and I should just go for it and give it a shot.

C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:

Any additional notes you want to put either for yourself, the GM's or other players to help clarify your vision or continuity.

The day was droning on for one Patrick O’Brain and he stretched and prodded yet another toy before absentmindedly checking off some boxes and packing it away for final approval. Pat looked at the clock (which would have read not close enough to quitting time no matter it’s hands position) before turning to his only real pal he still had. Wolfgang “Woozy” Winks hadn’t been particularly close with Pat when they and other kids used to cause trouble around town but out of that group they were the only two that decided crime didn’t pay enough. Repeating the same process that Pat had just finished, Woozy caught Pat’s gaze and turned to him.

“Whatcha looking at?” Woozy asked, checking some boxes without really looking.

“You ever miss puttering around town with the guys? I mean don’t get me wrong I love sitting around eight hours a day yanking the same rubber arms and heads day in day out but the thrill of ye olden times ju-“

“The heads don’t stretch, you haven’t been trying ta’ stretch the heads have you?”

“What? No! I’m just using it as an example Woozy, but that’s not the point.” Pat retorted turning away from Woozy as he tried to find something new to stare at for his wistful speech. When he wasn’t satisfied with the brown bricks as his muse, Pat just turned back to Woozy.

“I’m thinking about doing something stupid-“

“As opposed to normally?”

“Seriously Wooz, I can’t take the monotony anymore! I’m a MAN! I need to be free!” Pat exclaimed as he stood up on his chair and put one of his legs on the work table.

“I’ve been chained for too long! Shackled to ideals put forth by pencil-pushing-penny-chasers from years long gone! Well no more! From this moment forward Patrick O’Brain is salve to the wage no more!” the passionate man furiously shook his fist to the heavens to accentuate his point “From this moment forward Patrick O’Brian will be tearing this town a new o-“

BEEEEEEEEEEEP went the end of day buzzer and with that Patrick quickly got down from his impromptu pedestal and picked up his jacket, heading for the main computer to clock out. Meanwhile, still sat at the large worktable stared a bewildered Woozy… and about another dozen quality inspectors.

Once outside, greeted by the cool summer night, Patrick took out his barely functional phone and called his old buddy Tacs. As the dial-tone went on and on Pat began to come down from his adrenaline high. Was he really going to go back on everything he built here? The new life he carved out while trying his best to distance himself from the old one?

“Tacs, yo’ve got yourself a hombre on the inside. When’s this whole shebang going down?”
P O S T C A T A L O G:

ISSUE NO.1 coming soon!
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