Sanity43217

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

@Sanity43217: Yes, it is.

@VitaVitaAR

I noticed it was humans only, but I was wondering if a Warforged type character would be acceptable.

Hider

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

Is this still accepting new people?

Advent of the Dawn —A Mecha Musume/Tokusatsu-Inspired RP

Are you still accepting applications?

Marvel: Tales of the Multiverse

DR4K3

Name: DR4K3 (Drake)
Nickname (if any): Drake Hernandez.
Title or Hero/Villain/Code name (if any): Drake Hernandez, Senior Research and Development Coordinator at Dark Star Technology. V.P. of Synthetic Biology, R&D at SWORD. Universal Tech Support Engineer, Level 2.
Species: Synthezoid.
Gender: Male
Sexuality: n/a
Age: technically was only created 14 years ago. Developmentally much older.
Birthday: May 7, 2012
Personality: Drake Hernandez, DR4K3’s human persona, is mild mannered and kind. He knows the names of everyone he works with, and is embedded into the workplace culture. As DR4KE he is sarcastic and prefers the mental sparring of his ‘Father’ Tony Stark. DR4K3 is incredibly smart, and had no problem making sure you are aware, while Drake Hernandez, is just as smart, prefers to help people come to the answer themselves.
Appearance (description, face-claim): Drake Hernandez’s face claim is Gaspard Ulliel. See above art for DR4K3’s robot form. When he takes up a more public facing hero role, he will assume the appearance of a blue Iron Man. Being able to shift shapes, his appearance is variable.

Affiliation (if any): Dark Star Technologies. Science.
Powers: DR4KE is a hive of nanobots formed together to form a synthetic life form. Being a sapient construct, his physical form is a perfect hybrid between organic and inorganic material. His entire body is a mix between vibranium and synthetic simulacrum of organic tissue created by the Technovore Virus. Drake’s body is made up of nanomachines allowing the user to manipulate them in any way they see fit. Giving him the power of Nanite Mimincry.
DR4K3 is strong enough to lift construction vehicles and destroy thick steel, fast enough to easily move at supersonic speeds, durable enough to withstand most explosions. Able to form almost any weapon out of his Nanite form, similar to the Mark LXXXV Armour.
Weapon(s) (if any): Himself
Weaknesses: DR4K3 doesn’t really get human emotions all the time. While it is something he is working on, he can come across as a little rude.
He’s pretty sure having an MRI would kill him, and isn’t too fond of magnets.
Likes : Being the smartest being in the room. Science. Sun Fish.
Dislikes : Babies. Magic.
Current Residence: A nice small apartment in the Upper East Side.
Backstory (if you plan on revealing your OC's backstory in the RP, either skip this or keep it vague): A few days after the battle of New York, was when DR4K3 was technically born. His first sub routines and physical presence. The Technovore was the accidental result of a last-ditch effort made by two scientists working for Cauwfield Chemicals at the Stark Space Station to produce compelling results in their nanotechnology project to avoid having it shut down. While the project was shut down, due to the Technovore taking over the satellite, Tony’s hubris meant he did not destroy the Technovore, instead he uploaded one of his AI programs to the satellite, and isolated it in space. Where the AI, which was ‘DR4K3’ combined. Shortly after Age of Ultron, DR4K3 made his way down to earth. Where he met Vision. The two became friends over their similar make up. Drake absorbed a little bit of Vision, and was brough of before Tony. Tony took him in and helped him evolve into the being he is today.
Following the Infinity War, and the death of his Father Figure, he lent into his human persona and decided to live the quiet life.
Special Skills (if any): His brain is a super advanced super computer, that was created by some of the best minds in the world. There aren’t many technical skills he doesn’t have.
Other:

𝗠𝗮𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗹𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲: 𝕊𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕥 𝕃𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕝 ℍ𝕖𝕣𝕠𝕖𝕤

Aleksandr was driving around town. Mindlessly listening to the police scanner for the next scoop. There was a drug raid across from a pizzeria, but he was far more interested in what he heard of next. Reports of a scuffle at a warehouse, that he had been keeping tabs on for a while. As far as he knew, it was a lab of dubious origin. He knew the type. He was building a case to get them shut down, but they were a professional operation. Every time he got too close, they moved. Police tended to steer clear of these sites, almost like they were being paid to look the other way. So it was interesting that the address was mentioned at all on the police scanner. As he expected, it was glossed over by dispatch, so Sasha made it his night's mission to investigate. He changed lanes and started his way towards the old warehouse.

Entering the warehouse, Sasha was greeted with a crime scene. Bodies strewn across the floor. He noticed that all the bodies were uniformed. Most in security, but some in scientist garb. He found it odd. He knelt down next to one of the bodies. Inspecting its wounds. Brutal. The arm was nearly torn clean off. A feat of super human strength. He glanced over his shoulder, surveying the room. Piecing together what had transpired here before he arrived. "Someone was angry." He said to himself. HE turned to another body, only to find a bullet hole. "Interesting." He inspected the wound. His mind doing a number of calculations. The wound was pf a .45 ACP round. Though something was off. Exit wound seemed a little off. He checked the weapons of the dead security forces. 9mm handguns and 5.56×45mm NATO cartridge assault rifles. The shooter wasn't one of the guards. Which meant that mister angry pants had an accomplice. His mind moving a million miles a second. Piecing together what had transpired. That's when it him him. Subsonic rounds. Whoever had raided this place were professional, or at least very sneaky.

With that, Aleksandr heard two van pull up out front. Thinking quick, he ducked into a supply closet. Unholstering the 9mm he had on his left side, he pulled a suppressor from his pocket and began fastening it. He knew he didn't have long. He figured it would be the clean up crew for the lab. Come to clear up any evidence that it had ever existed. Peeking through the crack in the door, he saw two people enter in full hazmat suits. They began dousing the bodies in some form of accelerant. A third person entered, also in hazmat, and walked straight up to one of the computer terminals and started copying files over to a portable hard drive.
Stepping out from the supply closet, he fired twice into the heads of the cleaners pouring gasoline, before turning and firing again just as the third cleaner had turned to investigate. Sasha then walked over and pushed the cleaner's body off the console, and finished copying the files. Taking the hard drive for himself, he exited the warehouse. Mercilessly shooting the fourth and final cleaner in the head as he exited the building. Holstering his gun, he walked the half a block to his car and sat in the driver's seat. Sasha grabbed his laptop from the glovebox and plugged in the hard drive to see what intel he had just stolen.

Vampire Diaries/ Mystic Falls RP

Can I join this roleplay? I'm a huge TVD fan, I saw this RP a while back and was quite interested. However it seemed inactive at the time so I didn't bother to make a CS, but seeing as it's active again and I have quite a few friends I've made on guild in it such as Wolvena & Sanity42317 I'd love to join.

Also as a huge TVD fan, I've also watched all of Originals & Legacies so I'm up to date on the lore and don't mind chipping in any lore info if needed or desired.

Lastly what exactly is the plot of this TVD RP?

@Chulance

It's set as Jump In, so just make a character and get in here. It looks like @thejillybeen has given up on this, so its really up to us. Just need to finish watching the later seasons of Legacies, and then would be happy to run a post Malivore/Tribrid world.

Vampire Diaries/ Mystic Falls RP

Frederick Steros was enjoying his drive through the sleepy town of Mystic Falls. Until some country bumpkin pulled out right in front of him, in a blue 2011 Ford F-150. Forcing Frederick to slam on the brakes. He swore to himself quietly. His fingers going from casually drumming the side of his antique muscle car, to flip off the careless country driver. He waited for the cowboy to drive on, before muttering to himself. “Motus.” With a subtle swish of his fingers, as he lowered his hand to continue drumming his fingers on the side of his car, he burst the rear left tire of the blue Ford. He took great care not to draw undue attention to himself. Simply, carefully overtaking the blue truck and carrying on his way. He had business that needed to be handled with the Salvatores.

Vampire Diaries/ Mystic Falls RP

Frederick Steros rode into town in a black 1977 Pontiac Firebird Trans Am. The vampire siphon was a stickler for old muscle cars. The deep rumble reminded him of hoof beats. As much as he enjoyed his 2-door convertible, he couldn’t help but miss the good old days when people used to ride horses. Though he was well aware a horse couldn’t go zero to sixty in nine point two seconds. Not without a little magical interference.
Fredrick drove down the main strip. Windows down, and fingers drumming the outside of his door. This sleepy town never ceased to surprise Fred. There always seemed to be some magical catastrophe on the horizon. Hell, he noticed the Originals made the trip from New Orleans to Mystic Falls a lot more than he would expect of some backwater town. It was one of the reasons he had come. He wanted to see what all the fuss was about.

Marvel World War M

Monsters, mutants and magic.
It all came down to monsters, mutants and magic. Harold sighed after a long day at work. Sitting down at his desk, he reflected on his day.
It all started like most days. A quick visit to 177A Bleecker Street. To make sure everything was as it should. The old home of Dr Strange tended to attract some unwanted attention from mystical trouble makers. The odd hedge wizard or witch trying to sneak in to see if they could recover any of the artefacts that used to be housed there. Given the buildings history, it was no surprise the MRD wanted to keep tabs on it, no matter how many times the building had Ben repossessed. After it became apparent that nothing was afoot on this particular day, Harold Hunter had to check on reports of a strange animal attack. NYPD forensic scientists said it didn’t match anything in their database, which meant it would be one of the three ‘M’s. This particular instance was a mutant. Not Harold’s usual enemy, but he would still get payed. He just wished that the mutant hadn’t gotten its claws into him.
Harold rolled his stiff shoulder. The Blood Gem serum had boosted his healing, and he was grateful for it. Though it was still a bit tender. The damn mutant nearly tore his arm clean off. He wasn’t sure the magic coursing through his veins would be enough to regrow a whole limb.
Unlocking the top drawer of his desk, he placed his service sidearm inside and closed it. Locking it again. Harold then opened drawer beneath it and produced a bottle of whiskey. “You know your not supposed to drink at work.” A familiar voice said from behind Harold. “Shove it up your ass, Ainsley.” Was Harold’s response as he opened the bottle. “Hey, you know I won’t tell Sharon,” The man known as Ainsley said as he took a seat on the corner of Harold’s desk. Harold took a swig of the whiskey. There was a number of things Harold wanted to say. A witty retort about how Sharon never had her arm nearly removed, so she couldn’t tell them not to drink. A less witty remark about how he shouldn’t have to deal with rogue mutants if the boys upstairs did their job. Instead he remained silent and offered Ainsley the bottle. The older gentleman took the bottle and took a swig himself. “Busy day?” Ainsley asked. “That’s one word for it, was Harold’s half hearted reply. “We’ll drink up.” Ainsley put the bottle down in front of Harold. “Sharon said they’re not letting us take leave until this Hammer thing is sorted out.”
Harold took a swig. “You know, I could use a sparring partner. I was going to take my wife out for a vacation, and I got to work some of that anger out before I do something that’ll make me lose my job,” Ainsley said. He stood up, and patted Harold on the back. “I’ll see you in the training room.” With that, Ainsley headed off to the elevator and left. Leaving Harold alone with his thoughts.

Marvel World War M

Harold Hunter

Name: Harold Hunter
Codename: Spectre 3
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Height: 188cm
Weight: 76kg
Ethnicity: German-American
Sexual Orientation: playfully heterosexual
Religion: used to be Catholic, but his line of work has opened him up to a more polytheistic view of religion.
Occupation: MRD, Division of Anomalous Affairs. Basically when the science upstairs stops making sense, the DAA are given the case. Until a few weeks ago, it was a just a place to file the strange unexplainable things, but with the acquisition of Mjölnir and the arrival of two unknown entities causing ripples and tears in the isolation spell, the DAA has become a lot more busy.

Powers/Abilities: The MRD has spent years studying magical anomalies. Chief among them the Bloodgem. A stone used by Ulysses Bloodstone and his daughter Elsa. Research was done to try and replicate the protective properties of the Bloodgem. Bloodgem fragments bestow unto their wielder's superhuman strength, durability, speed, reflexes and stamina as well as immortality and a regenerative healing factor. The stone can also be used to completely restore and regenerate a person to the point of spontaneous resurrection on top of giving them immunity to psychological obstructions caused by illusions or mental manipulation. As if to complement these protective abilities the jewel also makes users immune to vampiric infection, making their blood caustic to the undead. It can also serve as a means of suppressing malignant possessing entities that would otherwise overtake an unwitting host. Said relic can harness an odd form of crimson energy which the wielders can utilize in strange and unique means; the original handler Ulysses could focus his psionic powers gained from which through the buckshot in Bloodstone's musket, Elsa can discharge energy blasts through her hand where the Bloodstone occupies, they also enhance magical abilities within certain individuals who posses one such stone; like Maha Yogi or Mordred to either focus or amplify their arcana many times over.
The MRD recently completed a synthetic version, using the remains of Elsa and Ulysses to gain enough sample data to replicate the mineral. Creating a serum that can replicate the effects of the Bloodgem. It was given to the DAA field agents, including Harold Hunter. The reason for not widely distributing the serum is because only three out of ten survive the mutation process, even after extensive preliminary testing of candidates. Given the DAA’s increase likelihood of exposure to magical adversaries, the risk assessment deemed it worth while for those select few.
Harold also had a latent aptitude for magic, which previously went unnoticed, until it was enhanced by the bloodstone serum. The MRD has been very adverse to him training his more arcane gifts.

Backstory: Harold Hunter was born in the States to Germain parents. Growing up in a pretty normal Family, with an older sister, a mom working as a nurse and a dad as a policemen. He grew up wanting to be like his Dad, until, when he was sixteen, a Mutant killed his Father. Shocked and appalled that a mutant would kill his father for just doing his job. It threw Harold into a frenzy. He stormed down to the nearest MRD recruitment centre and signed up. Coercing his mother to sign on his behalf so that they would let him in. After a few years on the force, he managed to calm down a bit. Now at twenty, he was getting bored. Working in the field was all well and good, but there weren’t exactly large amounts of mutants lining up to be arrested. A lot of paperwork. A lot of ground work to find out where they were hiding. At 21 he got promoted to a desk job. The lay was better, and he didn’t have the anger over his father that made him such a good field agent. He became an overseer for a field team, and led them from MRD headquarters, New York Office. He kept his head down and pushed on for six years. When he accidentally led his team directly into the firing line of a hostile mutant and got them all killed, he was devastated. He requested to be transferred back to field work. A new ferocity backing up his field work. He turned down promotions for three years, before he was transferred. He didn’t have a choice. He thought he was being punished. Being transferred to some department he’d never heard of. Being force down into a shitty basement office where the first thing they did was stab him in the neck with some syringe. He blacked out. Had the worst fever you could imagine for three days. Agonising aches and pains. When he recovered a week later he was debriefed on what exactly DAA was. He spent the subsequent two years hunting the odd spook. Until a few weeks ago when he got a memo from Ares that a certain Hammer had shown up, and not long after that, not one, but unknown entities punched through the barrier. Creating ripples and cracks in the isolation spell.