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Just a heads up, I changed Alex's vigilante moniker. I wasn't 100%with LanternBearer and I think this new one better encapsulates what she does and what she tries to appear to be. I'm also planning for it to be adopted after several excursions leave people whispering about her, rather than one she chooses for herself.
In Titans! 12 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
YA members should post then. GR is waiting on Kyle and everyone else is fighting Amazon. This mini-arc we're on is the start of Dani's power development and I'd really like to get on with it.
In Titans! 12 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Sucks to be capped then.
In Titans! 12 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
'I want the cap until I want more characters.' Good one.

On another note, YA MEMBERS AND JASON TODD PLAYERS.POST.
Cassie took Wednesday for herself. She had no leads on her assignment from Locke, no gang contacts were talking, and to be frank, after an emotional evening and a long-overdue reconnecting with her sister, she needed time to collect herself, to stuff her heart back into its box. She didn't like it, but it was too hard to do her job wearing her emotions on her sleeve and opening herself to the guilt and the grief that she pushed upon herself. She'd gone home, put her burner phone down, stuffed the bag with her Quintain outfit in her wardrobe, and then changed into a breezy dress with tights and a coat, pulling a scarf from the back of her apartment's front door and throwing it around her neck as she locked up. She smiled politely at her neighbour as they brushed in the hallway and then she was down in the lobby and out through the glass doors and into the light again, breathing deep in the air. She hadn't had much time to see the city from ground-level recently. In all honesty, since her time on the streets, she'd been avoiding it.

She took a walk through Thistle Park, enjoying the greenery and the river gently bubbling by her side, and then hung a right to come out into Kilbride's illustrious shopping district. There were one or two malls which proved to be the main attractions to the retail-frenzied masses of Kilbride (and it's tourists) but the extravagent high street was Cass' preferred haunting grounds. Grand shops, sporting gold and marble, pristine whites and subtle, elegant greys, selling beautiful dresses and sleek suits and the kind of jewelry that a man like Locke would buy for his illicit mistress. Such stores were frosty to Cass when she walked in, but when she found something she liked and produced the means with which to pay for it, they got awful friendly. Cass found it amusing, a little in-joke about what money could do for you.

She started in the mall, though. Got a drink (salted caramel hot chocolate, the sugar injecting some energy into her still-sleepy mind), browsed the CD store. She saw a group of similar-aged girls across a few aisles, flicking through posters and pointing at the boys featured in them, nudging each other with elbows and then chuckling amongst themselves. Cassie felt a a strange pang of jealous nostalgia, and thought of it as a window into Jo's life. A lurking monster of resentment threatened to rear its head somewhere deep in her belly, and she quickly left, music she'd been planning to purchase left scattered on the shelf. She went to lose herself in the highstreet among the gowns and cocktail dresses but failed, that beast in her belly growling low. She ignored it, faking a smile and browsing jewellry and idly chatting at a furious pace to the various Personal Shoppers. Strained small talk as she tried on dresses that she didn't even pay attention to, leaving stores with bags and a scratched credit card.

The sun was down by the time she left, and she walked home with the right sleeve of her coat pushed up and her wrist on display. Her tattoo on display. She couldn't call her Focus in an instant, and she wasn't strong or fast. Her tattoo was the only protection she had. It usually worked. There had been one or two frightening moments, split second decisions in the face of someone desperate or mad or drugged-up, fleeing as best she could with heart pounding in her chest, taking flight back to her apartment and sitting in the middle of the kitchen, hidden from sight and calming herself, slowing her pulse and focusing her mind to bring on her ability, simulatenously traning and soothing herself. People moved in the streets around her, but they were mostly shoppers like her, headed home with bags on their arms. Cassie lapsed into a strange calm serenity, an uncommon feeling of safety washing over her.

She jumped when she heard the sirens. Head up and darting, eyes scanning, scrutinizing the street. Still some light to the air, still a quiet road with streetlights beginning to flicker on and spill orange ambience onto the sidewalk. The sirens were further away and there were...four of them? At least three, she thought, and then there was a dull, subtle sound of horrendous wrenching beneath the sirens, and a vibrating crash after that. Something...big, she couldn't think of another word with all her processes devoted to listening, something big was happening. Something that attracted the attention of the police, or at least their attention had been pointed at it. Something that might attract the attention of someone who's just gotten their first taste of fighting back...

With that thought whispering in the back of her mind Cassie weighed her options. The sirens were still blaring but they wouldn't be for long, and she didn't have time to get home and then back out as Quintain. Home was the opposite direction to the sirens and still too far off. Shit. Shit shit shit shi- She cursed over and over, agonising over the possibility of being identifiable. Of going toward danger without her rifle, or her armour. Of going unprepared..but what other lead did she have? Shit, she thought, one last time, before dumping her bags of shopping and turning on her heel, booking it in the direction of the sirens, listening intently for their direction.

She found the street soon enough, panicking slightly as she rounded the corner and the sirens she'd been following stopped, only to realise that they'd done so because they'd reached their destination, and then realising that by proxy she had too. A bank, a big bank, one of the biggest in Kilbride. Four cruisers, officers sustaining fire, the metal-framed doors of the bank foyer ripped off at their hinges - well that explains the wrenching noise - and loud noises coming from inside, undoubtedly the criminals responsible. There was a larger boom from inside and a wave of dust slowly rolled out of the hole where the doors used to be. Explosives, then. Assault rifles and explosives and something or someone who can rip metal doors straight off the wall. Cassie cursed. She should have gone back for her rifle.

She ran around the building she was behind, a shop with a flat above it on the end of the street, and dived into the alley by its side, darting through to get a better look at the bank's front wall. There was no convenient rooftop, no elevated position, and Cassie hated it. She felt exposed, out of her element, vulnerable. On a rooftop, blocks across watching through a rifle scope, she was in control. Right now, she was improvising. And Cassie hated improvising. But with any luck, she wouldn't be the only one doing so. All she had to do was wait and watch.
A no-metas superhero RP certainly seems like an interesting game.
Potentially, I love sandboxes to play around in, and I've got plenty of characters up my sleeve.
In Titans! 12 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Parallel universes are a ball-ache. I'd rather not, personally.
In Titans! 12 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Back from LSCC and a weekend of hot but badass Black Mask cosplaying. I hope you guys have posted while I've been away.
Alex Fumal; 'The Spirit of Smoke'

Name:
Alexa Maya Fumal


Nicknames:
'Alex'; 'Lexi'; 'May'


Alias:
The Spirit of Smoke


Gender:
Female


Birthday:
Born 4th August, 1994; 19 as of October 2013


Height:
Five feet, eight inches


Weight:
One hundred and thirty pounds


Hair Colour:
Naturally auburn


Eye Colour:
Naturally hazel


Appearance:



Standing slightly short, but acceptable for a pretty girl studying at college, and slim without looking emaciated, Alex can be said to be a picture of health and is envied by many girls at her college for the attractive figure she strikes. Her hair is wavy and kept short so as to remain manageable, and many times (mostly due to her habit of waking too late for a shower before class) hidden beneath a fashionable hat or beret. As an Architecture student, she's often seen with a leather tote bag, which contains a drawing pad and several pens and pencils, along with course notes, her phone, her purse, her various public transport passes, and snacks to keep her going throughout the day. Warm weather has her in shorts, flowing skirts, and sheer tops, while the colder months usher in thick, patterned leggings and over-sized woolly jumpers.




Compared to Alex's standard fashion sense, her vigilante costume is an altogether different beast. With a deep love of (and vested interested in) the Gothic and rustique architecture of the city of New Lilith, Alex has chosen to forge her vigilante aesthetic in line with that of her beloved city's visual identity. Her costume, then, is reminiscent of the magical and mythical history of New Lillith, using robes, sashes, and hoods coloured with ashen grays and whites and garnished in deep, rich purples and red to inspire the feel of some kind of sorceress, or an enchanter. She hopes that the visual direction of her costume, coupled with the thick, sight-impairing smoke that she creates, will instill the criminals she hunts with a fear of the city, and the belief that she is some vengeful spirit of New Lilith itself.

Alex is also aware of the importance of misdirection, and especially the presentation of a false target when it comes to being engaged in combat. To this end, she employs a heavyweight lantern-like burner fixed tight and strong to several chains decorated with engraved beads, in keeping with the aesthetic of her costume. While her powers are able to work separately to this burner, she centers the use and production of her smoke and gas around it to engage in a kind of double-bluff, making her opponents aware of the burner and luring them into believing it is the source of her abilities. The burner, drawing their attention, becomes a target of a higher priority than her, and the loss or destruction of it in combat will give Alex an opportunity for a strike of surprise once her enemies believe they have the upper hand. She also uses it as a weapon, competently swinging it around in a manner similar to the flails of the past in order to do simple blunt, destructive damage.


Abilities:
Alex has the unique ability to manipulate particles in the air around her, condensing them and changing the properties of the molecules to synthesize a thick smoke or smog that she can then manipulate further. Alex needs to concentrate to begin the process, but after it has begun, she finds it increasingly easier to continue spreading her smoke through the air around her. The smoke is thicker the nearer it is to Alex and thins as it spreads out to between 5 and 10 meters, but concentration and direct manipulation can increase the effectiveness of it up to a range of 20 meters.

The smoke's most basic function is simple obstruction of sight, a gray hanging mass thick enough to restrict the vision of those caught in it to a few inches in front of them. Alex can use this to her advantage to disallow the enemy sight on her, and then strike from the smoke at them before seamlessly melding back into the fog, creating paranoia, confusion, and instilling a fear of the smog for what may be lurking within it. However, Alex retains the capacity to manipulate the smoke and change its properties in various ways, creating smoke that knocks trapped foes unconscious, fog that seeps in and poisons those caught in it, and even vicious fog that corrodes objects and people that stand in its way.

Alex's basic smog also has a secondary use that Alex has yet to master, or even discover. With concentration and practice, Alex can compress the smoke and form crude constructs, basic blocks or walls of dense smog that can slow projectiles, block melee strikes, or be used to cause blunt injury through ramming and bashing.

Alex, thankfully, remains unaffected by her smoke, whatever form she commands it to take, due to an unconscious secondary ability of her power that simply blocks her smoke from entering her system or harming her. However, this secondary protection affects only the smoke Alex herself creates, and has no effect over any gases or smokes from outside sources.


Skills and Talents:
Alex is intelligent and eager to learn, interested in Architecture and History and studying both at college. She has an artists hand and draws detailed diagrams and sketches with ease, only practised further with the isometrical drawings she must often complete as part of her course. Her memory for shapes and details is also impressive, and she has many hand-drawn sketches of various New Lilith sights and buildings scattered about her student dorm, a habit that she has retained since a young age, and indeed her main reason for thrusting herself so vigorously into the study of Architecture. Her study of History comes mostly as an accessory to her main course, the Architecture of her city so steeped in the past, but Alex also harbours a deep belief in learning from the mistakes of former men and often quoting the creed "Those who forget our history//Are condemned to repeat it."

Beyond a good memory and mastery over a pad and pencil, Alex is toned and physically fit due to a habit of attending first a New Lilith public gym and now her college's private gym. Chubby as a child and mocked for it in middle school, she worked hard to shed the extra pounds and tone her body, and developed a habit of daily exercise, resulting in a good amount of stamina and agility, although she focuses little on weight training and as such has not developed her physical strength. She is also fairly computer-literate, her architecture course requiring skill with most forms of design programs, and particularly the use of CAD software.


Equipment:
Alex owns several personal artifacts that are a regular commodity in a young woman's life, including:

-An iPhone 5;
-A brown leather tote bag;
-A set of lead and coloured drawing pencils;
-Several A4 and A3 sketch pads;
-Yearly passes to New Lilith's various public transport systems;
-A Macbook Pro laptop;
-A digital drawing tablet;
-An iPad.

As a vigilante, Alex takes several separate useful objects with her on her 'outings':

-Plastic cable-ties for impromptu handcuffs;
-A pager set up to the police scanner system;
-A stick of mace;
-A small first-aid kit, including bandages and painkiller pills;
-And of course, her costume and her burner.


Biography:
Born early August but a week late, Alexa Fumal was unquestionably an Autumn child. She came as the leaves fell from the trees, and throughout her childhood and adolescence it was this time of year that she adored the most; the colours of the trees shifting in a hundred myriad ways, the satisfying crunch of a fallen leaf underfoot, the cozy afternoons and the cooling evening breezes. Her father, an aspiring architect himself, trying to set up his own firm (which he would later accomplish, though not to any divine amount of success), often took her on walks around the city on days like these, enjoying the air and pointing out the particular ways a building curved into a spire here, or tapered into gargoyles there, or the way two walls intersected, or how one set of windows created light and heat and a pretty building. Alex, rather than reject these teachings for the things more worthwhile to a child's mind (although there was plenty catching of fireflies on days like those), absorbed them fully, becoming as enraptured with the sculpture of a functional but beautiful city building as her father. She took up drawing young, her crayon scribbles focusing on rectangles and other shapes mashed together in pre-pubescent attempts to emulate her father's observations, and eventually advanced her talent - and by proxy, her compositions of polygons - as she grew older, her father teaching her the tricks of isometric sketching while she was in middle school.

Amongst all the inheritance of her father's traits, Alex's mother remained slightly distant. She loved her daughter dearly, but both parents knew her conception had not been purposeful; indeed, Alex's mother had not been entirely sure she desired children at all (such uncertainty the chief reason Alex never received a brother or sister). Alex's genesis had come about by way of a broken condom, and panicked store-brand pregnancy test a few weeks thereafter, and some days after that, a debate between the parents-to-be that eventually - with heavy praise on her father - settled on the birth of the child. This lingering doubt of whether Alex was truly wanted or not remained with her mother always, and Alex felt it. Not explicitly, but Alex felt it. Her father was more involved, more doting, more invested in Alex's achievements. Her mother was kind and gentle but retained an aloof air, and it created a schism between them. Alex fell further into her fathers arms, and eventually, when her parents separated (for reasons relating to financial security, her mother's belief that her father refused to be responsible with his income from his firm, and her father's belief that her mother refused to see a dream as more important than the money earned from it) she inevitably chose to live with her father full-time.

Alex gained weight after the separation, and insensitive peers in middle school pushed her into her now-unconscious habit of daily exercise, and by late high school, she had slimmed down and blossomed. She had a few boyfriends, and lost her virginity at the Lover's Ring in the summer between High School and College to a boy she left a few weeks later. During high school, her interest in Architecture had focused and she'd passed an extra-curricular course on the subject, and her interest in History had wormed its way into her mind. She applied for both subjects - Architecture major, History minor - at nearly every college in New Lilith, and got accepted by the New Lilith Institute of Technology. She got a part-time job at New Lilith's mountainside Ski Resort to help cover the costs, and now lives in cheap student accommodation off-campus, shuttling in and out of the city on various forms of public transport, and finding time between her work and her studies to engage in a social life.


Sample Post:
"...anyway, that's it for today." The professor looked up at the lecture hall, maybe a hundred student poised at the edge of their seats with pads and bags in hand. "Dismissed," he said, and hadn't even finished the word before the shuffling of paper and quiet stomping of feet drowned him out. Alex shuffled out at the back of the crowd, tote bag slung over her shoulder and notepad clutched in her hands, hugged to her chest. A beret hid her hair and a pair of large circular sunglasses hid her eyes. She held her head down, only raising it as she stepped outside into the brisk October afternoon air, trying to feel some of the sun's warmth on her face. The nights were fast drawing in, but the weather was still good while the days held. Alex turned as someone called her name.

Jethro. A cute boy she'd met by the virtue of social circles brushing at the edges on a night out, where drinks and laughs and numbers could be shared without a second thought, barely with the first. He'd asked for hers and she'd complied, and then two days later her phone had buzzed and they'd began chatting. It had been a couple weeks and several nights out since then, a few kisses shared and his strong hand on her ass, but no real date yet. Alex wasn't sure if she should expect one. She wasn't really sure if they weren't dating already. She tried not to pay it any mind.

"Alex." Jethro said, smiling as he pulled her into a hug with a single hand, the other coming out of his jacket pocket to embrace her properly. Alex hugged back and smiled in kind, enjoying his smell and the height of him. When he hugged her, she could press her ear up against his ribs and hear his heart. They stepped apart and he took off his sunglasses. She didn't. They made her feel more confident.

"I wanted to ask you to dinner." He said, rubbing the back of his head with his hand. She smirked, knuckles turning white from clutching her notepad to stop the smirk turning into a full-blown grin. She raised an eyebrow.
"Dinner? I thought you'd spent all your money on drinks." She was teasing, doing her best to be playful. He noticed and fell in line.
"I spent all my money on your drinks, maybe." He grinned, and they both chuckled. "I'm gonna cook for you. Kicked my flatmates out for the night."
Alex lowered her notepad to her side and put a hand to her chest in mock surprise. "Especially for me? Do you spoil all the girls this way, Jet?" He smiled and tutted.
"I've been known to. Don't share my weed stash with them, though." Alex's eyes shined. "Dove forwarded me some for a favour." They both smiled again and Alex looked at the ground, appearing to mull it over.

"Yeah, alright. Sounds pretty good." She said, and Jethro bent back on his knees, throwing a hand to his heart and another to his forehead. Alex giggled and pushed at him, and he stepped back to catch himself, grinning as he straightened up.
"Brilliant. Come over for seven?" He asked, and Alex nodded. They hugged again, and then parted, Alex biting her lip and failing to suppress a wide smile. In hindsight, she hadn't been expecting it, and that had just made it even better.


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