Roman

Roman's Scrapbin

| Name: |

Piper. No last name.

| Alias: |

Currently uses 'Flechette' to protect her identity.

| Age: |

17

| Appearance: |

(No Anime/Manga Pictures, everything else is fair game. Please include a written description to elaborate upon your picture. Also I should note that a costume is probably not your smartest idea as you'd be put down almost immediately.)

| Abilities/Skills: |

Piper possesses low-level ferrokinesis - the manipulation of metal. This ability manifests through a mutated gene that causes two important extra functions within her body: the excessive production of iron by her bone marrow, and the formulation of a bizarre compound within her blood that binds with this iron. These two functions in tandem allow Piper to create small shards and splinters of moldable metal within her blood, that she can then eject from her skin. Right now, this allows Piper two skills: throwing small dart-like splinters from her arms and hands, and pushing small shards through the surface of her skin to grant herself sharp, metal barbs.

As these shards leave Piper's skin, they leave small wounds; perhaps as a result, Piper has an unconscious defense mechanism against the damage she does to herself. As her metal passes through her skin, a minute quantity breaks off from the shard and is left behind in the sub-dermal layer, which then spreads across the small puncture and blocks bacteria from the outside, and blood from the inside, until Piper's own immune system kicks in moments later to begin healing the wound. However, this protection does nothing against outside aggression, as it requires the remnants of her own metal to react to the wound left behind.

Eventually, Piper will be able to create and eject larger shards of metal, and force them into shapes she is currently incapable of - hooks, blades, daggers - and even form it around her own fists to allow her harder hits - with a lot of time and some intense practice, she'll also be able to spread it throughout her body on a sub-dermal layer, making her incredibly durable.

| Backstory: |

(Who are you? Where did you come from and how did you get thrown in prison.)

| Sample Post: |

(Be sure to show off your character's personality here and maybe some of their abilities. If you need an idea for this post, why not cover the day you were imprisoned.)

| Notes: |

-My favourite beverage is Kirin Ichiban, a delicious Japanese lager.

VIGILANCE: To Whom Much Is Given (~RECRUITING~)

| NAME: |

Elwood P. Dowd

| NICKNAME(S): |

Nothing he'd want you to use.

| ALIAS(ES): |

Fenrir

| ABILITIES: |

Lupine-Bestial Transformation
The ability to transform parts or the entirety of ones body to a larger, more ferocious lupine-form beast, with greater strength, resilience, speed, reflexes, senses and fury.

Currently, Elwood finds it very difficult to dictate when he may transform, or where, or the extent of the transformation - for the moment, he is completely unable to transform consciously to any measure. Furthermore, while any part of Elwood is shifted into his beast-form, Elwood's rational, 'human' mind finds it harder to maintain control, losing ground to Elwood's instinctual, 'animal' mind, concerned only with the base needs and survival - Elwood's animal mind is also less resilient to psychic offense, and the more control it has, the more vulnerable Elwood is to mental attacks. A full transformation is almost a complete surrender of Elwood's rational thought, and it will last until he is killed, exhausted, or the beast believes itself completely out of danger (a rare occurrence at best).

Elwood's beast-form is, while tougher and physically superior, still susceptible to damage, and while it takes more punishment, it does not heal its wounds any quicker, and grievous wounds sustained by Elwood's beast-form will be transferred to Elwood himself should they remain at the time of the transformation wearing off. Equally, while Elwood's human wounds are lessened upon a transformation, they are not lost completely. When fully transformed, Elwood can lift a maximum of between one or two tonnes, and reach a sprinting speed of 40mph.

Elwood does not receive any physical boons or mental boons to his natural human self as a secondary result of his powers.

| SAMPLE POST: |

"I still expect a tip."

Well, 'sweet cheeks', ya ain't gettin' one from me and the boys. Elwood turned back around in his seat to face the table and the aforementioned boys seated around it, his hand lifting his beer to his mouth and back down again. He tuned back in to the conversation.
"How the fuck does she get away with that. Ain't there laws against assaultin' yer patrons?"" Asked Block - big guy, tall, wide, meat of the group. He was answered by another opposite - Roy, weedy like Elwood but without the sharpness.
"Are you fuckin' serious? She's Serena's golden girl, pretty and witty and very careful about bein' 'badass'. One of those 'strong women' types, y'know?"
"Second-hand mommy's little princess. Almost a bonafide talent." Elwood interjected befoer taking another drink, the boys muttering amused agreements before lapsing into silence.

"'Ere, Elwood, did y'hear about Mack?" Roy asked, and Elwood shook his head. "Fucker got nicked, eh?" Elwood shood his head again, this time in mock-disbelief. Mack was dumb too.
"What for this time?"
"Possession, intent to supply. I hear they might even gun for production."
"Weed?"
"Coke."
"Fuckin' retard." Elwood said, and Roy nodded.
"Got blown wide open by a sleeper. Can you believe it? PD are getting bored, bustin' kids on givin' away some fun."
"PD are getting lazy, Roy. Mack's an easy target. Guy wasn't subtle."
"You're jus' pissed 'cause he was your supply. Never get prices like that from anyone else, Woody." Said Stoney - fancied himself something big, Stoney did, but he'd never amount. Elwood shot him down with an acid glare, for both the remark and the nickname.
"Didn't buy fuckin' coke off the dick'ed, Pebble. Only weed on the regular, occasional E pill. Fuck knows what he cut his coke with."
"Whatever. Doesn't change that we gotta find a new botanist."
"Big word, Stoney." Roy said, flashing a smirk. Stoney stared back, sullen and unamused.
"Who gives a shit. Get weed off any johnny. Stand up in this pub and shout pot, you'll have thirty baggies in the air. It's E that's the problem. Everyone else knows how much it should be goin' for." Elwood thought. "I'll give Dove a ring."
"Dove's still gunnin' after you, Elwood." Block said, scratching his stubble. Elwood met his gaze. "You still owe him 50 for the last lot - before Mack started droppin' to you." Elwood stared a bit harder. "...or so 'e reckons, at least."
"Well, I'll have to convince him that all our account were settled." The boys nodded to themselves, and then looked up and past Elwood's shoulder. Elwood sighed.

He could feel the presence. Smell the night air on him, so different to the pub atmosphere - crisper, more gasoline fumes. The cold ebbed off him too. Elwood turned, shirt pulling tight against his body as he rotated awkwardly.
"Yeah?"
"ID, please. All o'ya." He asked, and Elwood lost his smile.
"You let us in, didn't you?" He asked. "What, you think jus' because this pub's like stepping back thirty years, we've gone with it?"
The bouncer stayed silent, taking Roy and Block's liscences as Stoney fumbled for his. Elwood scowled at them.
"Bet it's Block's boyish looks. Wanna make sure he's legal, don't ya?" He said, and this time Block scowled.
"Shut up, Elwood."
"Listen to your mate, Elwood. ID." Elwood grunted and reached into his pocket, pulling out his card and handing it over. The bouncer looked at it and handed it back. "Fake. Get out." Elwood's face flashed with anger.
"Fake? What, good enough to let me in and spend some money but not good enough to make sure I have a nice night out with the lads? You doubtin' your own checkin, now, boyo?"
"Elwood..." Roy started, but Elwood shut him up with a hand.
"Seriously, I wanna know. Your job to ruin someone's night with shitty allegations? Ain't my fault if you doubt your compentancy in your job role." Elwood snapped, and the bouncer's face went from bored to dark.
"Didn't help your case by loudly talking about who your next drug dealer is gonna be, boy. Get out. Of my pub."
"Oh, your pub? Well, sorry Serena, didn't recognize you without heels and a low-cut dress to show off your cleavage. But hey," Elwood gestured to the bouncer's chest, "honestly, I'm still impressed."

The bouncer put a hand on Elwood's shoulder, hard and tight. "Last chance. Leave."
"Or what, sucker punch me? Guess that's in the employee contract, eh, smack anyone who's tryin' to have a laugh?" Elwood met the bouncer's gaze and they stared for a good long moment. Elwood got up from his seat, quickly, throwing his hands up to knock the bouncer's arm away.
"Whatever. I'm fuckin' leavin'. Got better places to be than this rat's nest anyway." With that, the boys stood up, Elwood took his coat off a hook and threw it over his shirt, and they all left. They had a beer crate in Stoney's car, and both Elwood and Roy were holding something to smoke.

It probably would have been better for the town as a whole if the bouncer hadn't kicked them out.

| NOTES: |

-Possesses a mean temper.
-Possesses a desire to prove himself, though he's not sure what of.
-Does not necessarily associate himself with the 'right crowd'.
-Does not particularly care about who he associates himself with, 'right crowd' or no.
-Enjoys Japanese lagers as his drink of choice, as do I.

VIGILANCE: To Whom Much Is Given (~RECRUITING~)

Got Elwood's sample post up, so his CS is complete. And christ, I meant to write him as an asshole, but he in an asshole.

roleplayerguild.com/posts/2885443

VIGILANCE: To Whom Much Is Given (~RECRUITING~)

I think gm stated a no werewolf rule.... I could be wrong tho, im reading lots of roleplays right now :)

@The Roman07

You let me worry about which rules I may or may not be breaking.

VIGILANCE: To Whom Much Is Given (~RECRUITING~)

| NAME: |

Elwood Peter Dowd

| NICKNAME(S): |

Nothing he'd want you to use.

| ALIAS(ES): |

Fenrir

| ABILITIES: |

Lupine-Bestial Transformation
The ability to transform parts or the entirety of ones body to a larger, more ferocious lupine-form beast, with greater strength, resilience, speed, reflexes, senses and fury.

Currently, Elwood finds it very difficult to dictate when he may transform, or where, or the extent of the transformation - for the moment, he is completely unable to transform consciously to any measure. Furthermore, while any part of Elwood is shifted into his beast-form, Elwood's rational, 'human' mind finds it harder to maintain control, losing ground to Elwood's instinctual, 'animal' mind, concerned only with the base needs and survival - Elwood's animal mind is also less resilient to psychic offense, and the more control it has, the more vulnerable Elwood is to mental attacks. A full transformation is almost a complete surrender of Elwood's rational thought, and it will last until he is killed, exhausted, or the beast believes itself completely out of danger (a rare occurrence at best).

Elwood's beast-form is, while tougher and physically superior, still susceptible to damage, and while it takes more punishment, it does not heal its wounds any quicker, and grievous wounds sustained by Elwood's beast-form will be transferred to Elwood himself should they remain at the time of the transformation wearing off. Equally, while Elwood's human wounds are lessened upon a transformation, they are not lost completely. When fully transformed, Elwood can lift a maximum of between one or two tonnes, and reach a sprinting speed of 40mph.

Elwood does not receive any physical boons or mental boons to his natural human self as a secondary result of his powers.

| SAMPLE POST: |

"I still expect a tip."

Well, 'sweet cheeks', ya ain't gettin' one from me and the boys. Elwood turned back around in his seat to face the table and the aforementioned boys seated around it, his hand lifting his beer to his mouth and back down again. He tuned back in to the conversation.
"How the fuck does she get away with that. Ain't there laws against assaultin' yer patrons?"" Asked Block - big guy, tall, wide, meat of the group. He was answered by another opposite - Roy, weedy like Elwood but without the sharpness.
"Are you fuckin' serious? She's Serena's golden girl, pretty and witty and very careful about bein' 'badass'. One of those 'strong women' types, y'know?"
"Second-hand mommy's little princess. Almost a bonafide talent." Elwood interjected befoer taking another drink, the boys muttering amused agreements before lapsing into silence.

"'Ere, Elwood, did y'hear about Mack?" Roy asked, and Elwood shook his head. "Fucker got nicked, eh?" Elwood shood his head again, this time in mock-disbelief. Mack was dumb too.
"What for this time?"
"Possession, intent to supply. I hear they might even gun for production."
"Weed?"
"Coke."
"Fuckin' retard." Elwood said, and Roy nodded.
"Got blown wide open by a sleeper. Can you believe it? PD are getting bored, bustin' kids on givin' away some fun."
"PD are getting lazy, Roy. Mack's an easy target. Guy wasn't subtle."
"You're jus' pissed 'cause he was your supply. Never get prices like that from anyone else, Woody." Said Stoney - fancied himself something big, Stoney did, but he'd never amount. Elwood shot him down with an acid glare, for both the remark and the nickname.
"Didn't buy fuckin' coke off the dick'ed, Pebble. Only weed on the regular, occasional E pill. Fuck knows what he cut his coke with."
"Whatever. Doesn't change that we gotta find a new botanist."
"Big word, Stoney." Roy said, flashing a smirk. Stoney stared back, sullen and unamused.
"Who gives a shit. Get weed off any johnny. Stand up in this pub and shout pot, you'll have thirty baggies in the air. It's E that's the problem. Everyone else knows how much it should be goin' for." Elwood thought. "I'll give Dove a ring."
"Dove's still gunnin' after you, Elwood." Block said, scratching his stubble. Elwood met his gaze. "You still owe him 50 for the last lot - before Mack started droppin' to you." Elwood stared a bit harder. "...or so 'e reckons, at least."
"Well, I'll have to convince him that all our account were settled." The boys nodded to themselves, and then looked up and past Elwood's shoulder. Elwood sighed.

He could feel the presence. Smell the night air on him, so different to the pub atmosphere - crisper, more gasoline fumes. The cold ebbed off him too. Elwood turned, shirt pulling tight against his body as he rotated awkwardly.
"Yeah?"
"ID, please. All o'ya." He asked, and Elwood lost his smile.
"You let us in, didn't you?" He asked. "What, you think jus' because this pub's like stepping back thirty years, we've gone with it?"
The bouncer stayed silent, taking Roy and Block's liscences as Stoney fumbled for his. Elwood scowled at them.
"Bet it's Block's boyish looks. Wanna make sure he's legal, don't ya?" He said, and this time Block scowled.
"Shut up, Elwood."
"Listen to your mate, Elwood. ID." Elwood grunted and reached into his pocket, pulling out his card and handing it over. The bouncer looked at it and handed it back. "Fake. Get out." Elwood's face flashed with anger.
"Fake? What, good enough to let me in and spend some money but not good enough to make sure I have a nice night out with the lads? You doubtin' your own checkin, now, boyo?"
"Elwood..." Roy started, but Elwood shut him up with a hand.
"Seriously, I wanna know. Your job to ruin someone's night with shitty allegations? Ain't my fault if you doubt your compentancy in your job role." Elwood snapped, and the bouncer's face went from bored to dark.
"Didn't help your case by loudly talking about who your next drug dealer is gonna be, boy. Get out. Of my pub."
"Oh, your pub? Well, sorry Serena, didn't recognize you without heels and a low-cut dress to show off your cleavage. But hey," Elwood gestured to the bouncer's chest, "honestly, I'm still impressed."

The bouncer put a hand on Elwood's shoulder, hard and tight. "Last chance. Leave."
"Or what, sucker punch me? Guess that's in the employee contract, eh, smack anyone who's tryin' to have a laugh?" Elwood met the bouncer's gaze and they stared for a good long moment. Elwood got up from his seat, quickly, throwing his hands up to knock the bouncer's arm away.
"Whatever. I'm fuckin' leavin'. Got better places to be than this rat's nest anyway." With that, the boys stood up, Elwood took his coat off a hook and threw it over his shirt, and they all left. They had a beer crate in Stoney's car, and both Elwood and Roy were holding something to smoke.

It probably would have been better for the town as a whole if the bouncer hadn't kicked them out.

| NOTES: |

-Possesses a mean temper.
-Possesses a desire to prove himself, though he's not sure what of.
-Does not necessarily associate himself with the 'right crowd'.
-Does not particularly care about who he associates himself with, 'right crowd' or no.
-Enjoys Japanese lagers as his drink of choice, as do I.

VIGILANCE: To Whom Much Is Given (~RECRUITING~)

Poser.

VIGILANCE: To Whom Much Is Given (~RECRUITING~)

Interested, sheet will be arriving when I decide which one to use.

Teen Titans: Divided We Fall

Man, we have a lot of characters who just need to chill the fuck out.

Also, Estimated Time of Arrival on arrival? RIP in peace Hillan.

Teen Titans: Divided We Fall

No votes for Sia ;_; obviously Gem is way out of the question, she's barely capable of leading herself.

Teen Titans: Divided We Fall

I guess I am still here.

Also I made the pleasant discovery that Wraith chose theme songs for us all. And he chose well.