Roman

The Uncanny X-Men: The Next Evolution

| BIRTHNAME: |

Penelope Boyle

| NICKNAME(S): |

'Penny Dreadful'

| ALIAS(ES): |

Viscera

| SEX: |

Female

| AGE: |

17

| APPEARANCE: |

As above. Her hair is naturally a deep orange, though she dyes it to a richer reddish colour that she finds a tad more bearable. She dresses very casually, mostly jeans with baggy tops and jackets.

| ABILITIES: |

Biokinesis - Penelope wields a low-level but potent form of biological manipulation - the complete control of her own biological matter, makeup and shape. Using this, she is able to change her biology rapidly and at will. Though she still has a lot to learn to wield her abilities to the fullest extent, she is still capable with the transformations she has managed thus-far, which include sprouting talons and spikes from her hands, spliting her face from the corners of her mouth into a fanged maw, and erupting barbs of bone from her skin.

The extent of Penelope's biokinesis is dependent on the available body mass to manipulate. The mutations mentioned above are 'low-resource' and easy to achieve - but she is yet to accomplish anything along the lines of extra limbs, tentacles, or greater eruptions of bone and/or muscle. Additionally, her powers are yet to afford her any durability or physical enhancements beyond her 'accessories'.

| BIOGRAPHY: |

• Born to a loving, if conservative, mother and father in small town Massachusetts, Penelope lead a smiple childhood, with no sisters but many cousins, and a forced sense of community with the town. She was happy, if stifled, and generally enjoyed good weather, large social circles, and education - though she felt great shame at the state's sordid history with the red frenxy of the withc hunts.
• Penelope's X-Gene first became active at 14, when, during dinner one Thursday, Penelope sprouted three extra eyes on her forehead and cheeks, frightening her parents with her new appearance and frightening Penelope with the sudden new vision. Dinner was cancelled as she lost the eyes and gained her first experience of the polarised public view on mutants: her mother cast all doubt aside, immediately accepting Penelope for what she had always been born to be - her father called her and her mother a variety of disgusting slurs, and left.
• Penelope kept her powers hidden as much she could; she worked hard on consciously suppressing the transformations, and wore long, baggy clothing to help hide the times she couldn't. However, over the years, it seemed that suppressing her abilities were only aggravating them, as her 'accessories' became grander and more frequent. Eventually, her mother couldn't bare the thought of Penelope's safety at home being compromised any longer. Penelope packed, and took the first bus to Xavier's on the dawn of her 17th birthday. She's been there since.

| MISC. NOTES: |

Probably Monster these days. The yellow one.

The Uncanny X-Men: The Next Evolution

Throwing this down just for you two to see the basics of the power write-up. More depth can be made available if needed, otherwise it's just the bio I need to write.

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| BIRTHNAME: |

Penelope Boyle

| NICKNAME(S): |

'Penny Dreadful'

| ALIAS(ES): |

Viscera

| SEX: |

Female

| AGE: |

17

| APPEARANCE: |

As above. Her hair is naturally a deep orange, though she dyes it to a richer reddish colour that she finds a tad more bearable. She dresses very casually, mostly jeans with baggy tops and jackets.

| ABILITIES: |

Biokinesis - Penelope wields a low-level but potent form of biological manipulation - the complete control of her own biological matter, makeup and shape. Using this, she is able to change her biology rapidly and at will. Though she still has a lot to learn to wield her abilities to the fullest extent, she is still capable with the transformations she has managed thus-far, which include sprouting talons and spikes from her hands, spliting her face from the corners of her mouth into a fanged maw, and erupting barbs of bone from her skin.

The extent of Penelope's biokinesis is dependent on the available body mass to manipulate. The mutations mentioned above are 'low-resource' and easy to achieve - but she is yet to accomplish anything along the lines of extra limbs, tentacles, or greater eruptions of bone and/or muscle. Additionally, her powers are yet to afford her any durability or physical enhancements beyond her 'accessories'.

| BIOGRAPHY: |

A short biography describing where you came from, how your life has been and how long you've been at the school. There's no need to write a novel here as we're all students barely into adulthood.

| MISC. NOTES: |

Probably Monster these days. The yellow one.

Roman's Scrapbin

| BIRTHNAME: |

Penelope Boyle

| NICKNAME(S): |

'Penny Dreadful'

| ALIAS(ES): |

Viscera

| SEX: |

Female

| AGE: |

17

| APPEARANCE: |

As above. Her hair is naturally a deep orange, though she dyes it to a richer reddish colour that she finds a tad more bearable. She dresses very casually, mostly jeans with baggy tops and jackets.

| ABILITIES: |

Biokinesis - Penelope wields a low-level but potent form of biological manipulation - the complete control of her own biological matter, makeup and shape. Using this, she is able to change her biology rapidly and at will. Though she still has a lot to learn to wield her abilities to the fullest extent, she is still capable with the transformations she has managed thus-far, which include sprouting talons and spikes from her hands, spliting her face from the corners of her mouth into a fanged maw, and erupting barbs of bone from her skin.

The extent of Penelope's biokinesis is dependent on the available body mass to manipulate. The mutations mentioned above are 'low-resource' and easy to achieve - but she is yet to accomplish anything along the lines of extra limbs, tentacles, or greater eruptions of bone and/or muscle. Additionally, her powers are yet to afford her any durability or physical enhancements beyond her 'accessories'.

| BIOGRAPHY: |

• Born to a loving, if conservative, mother and father in small town Massachusetts, Penelope lead a smiple childhood, with no sisters but many cousins, and a forced sense of community with the town. She was happy, if stifled, and generally enjoyed good weather, large social circles, and education - though she felt great shame at the state's sordid history with the red frenxy of the withc hunts.
• Penelope's X-Gene first became active at 14, when, during dinner one Thursday, Penelope sprouted three extra eyes on her forehead and cheeks, frightening her parents with her new appearance and frightening Penelope with the sudden new vision. Dinner was cancelled as she lost the eyes and gained her first experience of the polarised public view on mutants: her mother cast all doubt aside, immediately accepting Penelope for what she had always been born to be - her father called her and her mother a variety of disgusting slurs, and left.
• Penelope kept her powers hidden as much she could; she worked hard on consciously suppressing the transformations, and wore long, baggy clothing to help hide the times she couldn't. However, over the years, it seemed that suppressing her abilities were only aggravating them, as her 'accessories' became grander and more frequent. Eventually, her mother couldn't bare the thought of Penelope's safety at home being compromised any longer. Penelope packed, and took the first bus to Xavier's on the dawn of her 17th birthday. She's been there since.

| MISC. NOTES: |

Probably Monster these days. The yellow one.

The Uncanny X-Men: The Next Evolution

Dude, being a cartoon is kinda dumb, especially for the tone this RP is trying to set. Best thing is to stop being mad about it and instead picking either a new power, or an aspect of that 'toon' malarky that you really like and turning that into a new character.

In other news, I'm interested, and I'll be drawing up a character sheet this week. Those of you who have me will probably hear a lot about it on Skype.

The New Frontier: A Marvel/DC One Universe RP

Gonna try and get a Daredevil post up tonight/tomorrow. I really want to finish this first arc to get Murdock firmly on the path of his eventual Kingpin confrontation, as well as get his first Arch-Nemesis on the page, and after that he might even be open for some interaction as opposed to this solo arc!

For the GM's, I'm sorry my posts take so long and are so far between. Work is busy and I'm finding it difficult to actually get words onto paper, though I always manage to put them in the right order.

The New Frontier: A Marvel/DC One Universe RP

Does this count?

@Natty

Represent!

The New Frontier: A Marvel/DC One Universe RP

Speaking of, we're actually making some headway into my first Daredevil arc now. At this rate, it'll only be a couple of year before we wrap it up!

The New Frontier: A Marvel/DC One Universe RP

"Lester Sullivan!"
Lester looked up, staring hard through the bars of his holding cell at the bored police officer who had called his name. She tucked the clipboard away beneath her arm as she went to her belt to pull of a set of keys, the metal jangling against itself as she fumbled to unlock the cell's door.
"Your bail's been posted. Get up."

Lester complied. He didn't ask who paid my fee. He didn't ask why did they bail me out. He didn't ask what do they want in return. He complied, getting up silently and calmy, nodding slightly to the officer as he left the cell. The officer ignored him, locking the empty cell back up behind him. The station was quiet as Lester walked from the holding area through the front lobby toward the main entrance - nothing but shuffling paper, clacking staplers, the ocassional bored whistling or slurping of coffee coming from cops stuck behind desks. There was no mob lieutenant awaiting him with a favour to be done. There was no mafia boss to whom a life debt was owed. There was no one but police officers in a police station. Lester nearly laughed. He never missed a mark...and sometimes he dodged bullets too.

He almost skipped down the stairs out of the station, disinterested passer-bys questioning his joviality, and he paused at the bottom to survey both lengths of the street, watching the city churn in front of him. A hand placed itself deftly on his shoulder from behind. Lester locked up. He hated being surprised. He felt like he'd been shot.

"Mr. Sullivan. Your erstwhile benefactor would like a word, if you could spare a moment of your time." Came a calm, stoic voice. Relaxed, but calculating. The hand fell, and Lester turned. A man, who held a calm demeanour and wore an expensive suit, with carefully-coiffed hair and a pair of designer glasses. He reached up with one hand and adjusted his tie as Lester summarily studied him, before gesturing with the other a short way down the street. There, on the curb a few yards away, sat an unassuming - yet stunningly dignifed - all-black sedan. Lester didn't hesitate. He probably would have been killed if he had.

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Matthew walked carefully, stick clacking the ground in front of every step. Karen held his arm, matching his pace but slightly behind; she felt odd - being led by a blind man, who seemed so confident in his pace. She attributed it to the years Matt had spent in the dark. The human being could get used to anything.

In truth, Matthew was only paying half-attention to the burning miasma of counters, boxes and stall-runners. He was picking scents from the air, trying to place the hints of perfume he'd caught from the arms-dealer the night previous. Matthew had smelt it the moment they walked in - he had planned to attend alone, but Karen was concerned for him. The docks were violent, and he was blind. Technically, at least. It took a couple more passes of the aisles to avoid seeming suspicious - Matt told Karen he was looking for fresh Swordfish for steaks - but they finally stopped at the dealer's stall. She was selling, rather than buying, as Matthew had initially suspected. It made more sense, he supposed. A good cover for late night activity, money laundering built-in, and a lot of storage space for an arsenal.

"Can I help you?" She asked, voice course and short on patience. Matthew looked at the source. Karen spoke first.
"We're looking for swordfish? No-one else seems to have exactly the quality we're after."
"That's because no one wants to fish it themselves just to sell it in Hell's Kitchen. I've got a couple recent catches, though - I'll even do the cuts for you myself. Some kind of anniversary?"
Karen giggled. "No, no. Just looking for my friend here."
Matthew smiled. "I like to impress."
The dealer raised a skeptical eyebrow that garnered a frown from Karen. Matthew didn't see either. "I bet you do, cooking blind." She said. Matt just threw her a wide grin.
"I'm resourceful."
"I bet you are..." she bent over for a second and lifted a large coolbox onto her counter, unclipping it. Matthew could smell the ice and the meat inside it. She wasn't lying - it was a recent catch. The stench of sea salt and boat oil was still fresh.

"I'll take it." He said. "But I'll need to return to collect it later. When do you close up?"
The dealer nodded as she put the case back and marked it with a pen. Judging by the sounds of her strokes, she had written 'BLIND GUY'. "Got into the city at 3AM. Been here since 5. We'll close at about midday and then I'm back out of the city at 2PM. You've got until 1 to pick it up."
Matthew nodded, pulling his wallet out of his jacket pocket and handing over the necessary cash. Karen squeezed his arm as he did so, and he smiled again.
"Thank you so much. I'll see you later." He said, and Karen squeezed his arm again as they walked away.

"Looks like you got what you came for, then, Matt." Karen said as they left, heading back to her car.
"Certainly did, Karen." Matthew replied.
"I just wish you'd tell me how you're going to manage to cook swordfish."

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"Good morning, Mr Sullivan."

Lester swallowed nervously, lifting a hand to wipe his forehead.

"No need to be nervous, Mr. Sullivan. Let us make introductions first, before we begin with our business. You may not know me, but I'm sure you've heard of me-"
"I've heard of you, sir. You're the Kingpin."

There was a moment of silence. The Kingpin leant forward in his seat, ever so slightly, near-imperceptibly - but the micro-movement carried all the intimidation of a shark's fin breaking the ocean's surface. "I would appreciate it, Mr. Sullivan, if you did not interrupt me. Yes, I am the Kingpin. And that is the name you will use while under my employment - if you use any name at all." It was almost a growl, but still maintained that level of civility that was friendly yet still off-putting. Ever-so-subtly, Kingpin moved back. "But, so we are on equal grounds in this conversation - my name is Wilson Fisk."

Lester swallowed again. Next to him, Kingpin's assistant reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out a small, vicious-looking custom-made knife, which he rest on his leg. The doors locked, and the car began to move away from the curb and join the main traffic of Manhattan, heading to the higher echelons of Hell's Kitchen.
"Now, Lester," Kingpin continued, "let us talk about debts."

The New Frontier: A Marvel/DC One Universe RP

<Snipped quote by Morden Man>

Ah hah! way ahead of you.

_{Way ahead of you too @Roman}

@Sep

Probably I'm only two beers deep.

The New Frontier: A Marvel/DC One Universe RP

I win.

@Sep

Not that I want to compete in Who's The Biggest Alchy 2016 (known colloquially as 'The Alcholympics'), but how?

Also, I am working on a Daredevil post that should be up tonight. Just...slowly.