Scoundrel

S.C.A.R. (A superhuman RP)

@Guilty Spark XD Well, the like and thank button are both equally positive so I guess it's fine nonetheless.

S.C.A.R. (A superhuman RP)

@Legion02 Thank you for your interest! ^^ Any questions so far? anything you'd like to know?

S.C.A.R. (A superhuman RP)

Superhuman Crusade & Alliance Revolution

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_{"His fight may have ended but his legacy still lives."}

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"Brothers! I welcome you to your new home, your new life and your new cause. For this world of men fear us of what we are. They do not know that we just want to live our lives equally as them but they refuse to let us be. They see us as nothing more than monstrosities, a threat to their families, and a burden to a land we share. My father tried ― foolish as what he had been ― to tell those men we are not their enemies. He wanted peace but his absurd ambition only pulled him astray. Eventually, he met a terrible fate, an unacceptable one if I may add. But we all knew how he valiantly fought ... for our sake. Yet even from his efforts, we are frowned upon still. However, my father left me something. A message from the grave, a ... future! for all of us brothers. Join me on bringing this task to ascension and we will show how much we deserve to live normally just as men do. Even if we have to instill fear before their eyes. For they gave us no other choice."

As you woke up out in the cold, you realized something vague, unfamiliar to what you were perceiving. You heard a message, a speech aimed to people addressed as 'brothers'. Eerie as it sounded, you kept wandering about, drawing to what you deem strange. Then on a sudden awareness, you found out you're not anymore at the same place as you were.

The door to your room winded its mechanisms, sliding automatically and revealed an intimidating-looking man with dark, formal clothing. He nodded at you as if some kind of respectful gesture.

"Our master requested you to be at the lobby." The man said in a frigid, sullen approach.

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In this installment, you will be playing as a Superhuman prisoner who broke free from the ORB (the most secured and heavily guarded prison facility of the world) with the help of S.C.A.R. In exchange for your freedom, you are given a chance to join forces with Lloyd Washterson (the current leader of S.C.A.R.'s operations) to help him further institute his plans for the government and the people responsible for his father's death. Refusal will result to hold you captive and serve as a subject for future negotiations. _{Basically, there is no other choice.}

Hi and welcome to S.C.A.R. an idea I've been hooked up with for the past couple of weeks. For the fear of info-dumping, I will leave the more detailed information such as the terminologies, historical background and etc. in the OOC. For now, I just need to gather some interests from a minimum of six people and then get things started. Also, this will be my first time GMing so if you want to be of any help and be my co-GM, feel free to shoot me a message. Questions will be acknowledged as well. Stay tuned!

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@Rockette

Matty's face claim is Dave Franco. You can just use the image on my CS if you want, though I may PM you one if I find a better photo of him.

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That's an interesting move XD Spencer won't like it for sure but let's see how it'll go. I'll wrap something up later on.

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I like the detail in your posts Scoundrel, but I can't understand them at all XD

@OnlyThePie

Yeah sorry about that XD I'm currently changing my old style of writing.

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Spencer Dalle

Fun? help me have fun? Do you even have an idea how much difficulty mankind have encountered when they tried to decipher my personal definition of fun?

Behind a sullen, disgruntled figure inched an eagerness to disconnect from an unruly mob. The presence of a direction remained particularly absent among redundant actions seen from occasions similar to this. Needless to say, Spencer found no worth to spawn his self-proclaimed 'precious' time towards a gathering he had little-to-no intentions of being a part of. Yet even through an assortment of his own uncertainties and dissatisfaction, he managed to remain still and watch people unleash the untamed shades of their persona.

A cheerless grunt escaped from Spencer's lips once Ann left him and dissipated in the midst of a huddled cluster. A large gathering if he may suppose? Perhaps something he wasn't notably aware of. Then again, the notion of minding his own business was bound to suppress his own curiosity. Best for him to let it loop over something else, like why there wasn't any cola dispenser when there was an excess of liquor. There were possibilities though, but the fear of wandering around and accidentally hauling into an unwanted interaction chained him from doing so. However, it wasn't a major problem he could raise. Besides, a week's supply of canned cola was promised to him as an exchange to be a part of this whirling mess.

Oh yeah. Hardly there was anything to look forward to yet that promise Ann had proposed injected a provoking anticipation he could not put into hold. It was so provoking, Spencer may just put the fun he falsely claimed into careful consideration.

But where will I start?

As Spencer's mind curled up into an unwinding proposal, he still felt utterly lost; not the common example of being lost but a different one. He felt as if his body was being simulated over a misleading projection of his perceptions and his soul being segregated from the course of his own acts. He dared not to ponder of his anticipation towards a guaranteed claim. The box of canned cola was already his as promised yet why should he still pay an ounce of involvement at the party? Perhaps he forgot he was masquerading as someone. He lifted a sigh once more, confused as to how his uncanny logic worked.

Funneling for ideas to spring about was harder than contemporary speeches about infidelity. Later on, Spencer realized he was leaning against the mansion's draperies for too long, perhaps too long that one confused girl tapped his shoulder only to be responded by a startled grumble.

"Sorry, I think my head hurts." He excused as they both exchanged glances.

The girl, however, wasn't too mindful of Spencer's recent peculiar behavior as she raised a smile riddled with enjoyment.

"Beer?" She lifted the cup resting from her delicate hand.

Something whispered out of nowhere and told him it wasn't the greatest of ideas to take suggestion from half-drunk dames. He had his experiences and near-accidental encounters. Never again would he bring them up, as lessons were learned under the subtle perils of temptation ―not that he'd consider it as such.

The girl inched a glance closer, awaiting for an expected response and instead, was given a simple gesture of refusal as Spencer craned over and trailed off. He moved in-between people who stood like statues, conjuring the most ear-splitting of chuckles. The urge to resist their annoying sounds was futile but Spencer sauntered along and continued to seek an uncrowded refuge.

Finally there was one, spotting almost no one but a familiar face loitering around. She chummed over a bowl of chips while clumsily grabbing a bottle of booze. He didn't mind Brooke and her silly little game of 'find the person whom I'll hate the most today'. He then pulled a chair next to her, freeing a heavy gasp of breath as if being recently submerged underwater. As he sat, he felt a heavy slump on his shoulder. Eyes gazed continuously at the rowdy group as bloated cheers roused the recently unruffled guests.

"Fun party, eh?" Spencer said to Brooke. "How boring it'd be if they all have the same idea of fun as me."

There was a subtle tone found from his set of words, sounding nearly asleep, as might be, despite delivering it loudly from how the music was unnecessarily amplified. He lifted a leg to lean over the other. Hands were held together, putting atop of his knees.

"Say, what do you think if half the people here are at the same place as you? Sitting on their own chair, eating chips, doing nothing. The Hancock twins will be so pleased yet puzzled, wouldn't you agree?" There it was, the sarcastic air he longed to breathe out.

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^{"There is life, there is death and then there is ... my cookbook."}

Matthias Korfred

_{29 | 23rd of October | 5'9" | First Class.
theme.}

appearance.

A once red-headed boy who turned the color of his hair into blonde due to past experiences he dared not to reminisce. One can hardly tell that he was once a young man of pathetic proportions, standing thin and bony almost as if he was malnourished. SOLDIER drastically transformed him into someone he wanted to be: a strong, vigorous individual driven by his own will and perception of what is right and just.

Drawing the man's fairly tall exterior lies a body frame built for the battlefield. Broad shoulders and a set of lean, compact muscles join together to structure a physique made to withstand what the ungentle world can bring about. Matty's eyes are grey in color but can, at times, appear at a different shade from a certain distance. He has thick eyebrows and a thin nose ending on a curved tip. His face is square-like, shaped by his flat chin and defined cheekbones. His blonde hair is often trimmed when it deviates from the standard length he desires. A few strands of red are still present particularly on the sidelines but such a scanty bunch wouldn't border beyond his convenience.

personality.

A steadfast man who never wavers his own fortitude during the times of trials and contentions. A man who endures the bleakness of war, eager to reach a promised salvation through determined deeds of prosperity. It is perhaps astonishing to know that back then, Matty was an apathetic fool who sees nothing of the world from his hopeless delusions. He was a weak, dying spirit who looked nearly impossible to instill a glimmer of change. Until his fate shifted, giving him eyes to see and a vision to establish objectives with.

Matty is a man of passion, upheld by a conviction of peace and progression. He views war as nothing more than a meager tribulation against mankind's stand, often treating as a challenge but never underestimates its nature. Compared to what he was before, Matty cultivated an optimistic perception of reality, foreseeing a tranquil haven that became a firm outcome of man's unity towards a single agreement, which is peace. Men with such beliefs are often labeled as fools by many but even when Matty knows how others see him, his unshakable grip of his own beliefs stays the same.

To others, Matty is this unyielding flame that never dies out regardless if it rains. He treats people with equal compassion and respect as he strongly sees the good out of everyone. At frequent times, mischief plays a large fraction of his persona to let others see his often comical yet charming image. Like other people conscripted through military programs, Matty possesses an endearing concern for his friends and does his best to reach out whatever conflicts or disputes they may raise. Matty also cherishes any particular relationships he would develop among his peers, making sure that his sense of companionship delivers them out from loneliness.

However, behind the visage ignited by zeal and kindness lingers an unhinged side of the man who fears an outcome of loss. Death is what Matty fears the most. He detests people dying without a cause and with it, developed an insight of dread that one day, he might suffer the same fate. For all he knew, it was the fragment of his own past which never managed to change up until his present timeline.

biography/background.

Gone were those days when prestige and luxury were a part of his nourishing livelihood. Before spiraling down to a near oblivion, Matty lived his life as a stoic. A prodigal lawyer who relentlessly fought for peace and order as what was ordained by the philosophies of his predecessors. Little did he know that his vision for the Capital's welfare was only a bridge to benefit his own jeopardy. One of which was the untimely death of his fiancee, Jacqueline Harrion.

The first phase of the crime's investigation had convicted Matty as the prime suspect of his fiancee's demise as he was the one who stood at close contact when authorities arrived. However, links were carefully reviewed to a previous case Matty has closed following the corruption of the Capital's legislative council. Later on, it was found out that the murder had affiliations with the Capital's vice mayor and was soon accused of previous cases that shared similar aspects to Jacqueline's murder judging from their particular nature, which were all hired assassinations. Once the cases were arranged, the vice mayor was proven guilty and given a life sentence from his horrific acts of corruption. This led Matty to initiate an act of revenge as he lost his volition to stand strong despite the grueling fate of his fiancee.

Nobody expected Matty to come during the vice mayor's court trial but he did manage to pay his attendance nevertheless. While he tried to deliver his innocence in-front of the court, he grabbed a pistol he carried behind and shot the vice mayor while a live broadcast was being aired across the Captial. Matty was immediately placed behind bars after the incident where he spent nearly three years in legal restraints. From how he was consumed by vengeance steered his life down a steep course with no certainty of how his years will pass by in the future.

Matty was given parole and a promised release but in exchange of being deployed to render service for the Dalmastice government. In time, he agreed with their terms mainly because he was left with nothing, not even a choice he can freely speak out. He was eventually delivered to SOLDIER upon release as part of the agreement.

weapon{s}.

Matty doesn't hold a fascination towards weaponry as he prefers facing his opponents with his bare hands and level himself with his bravado. However, at times, he does enjoy his flamethrower and the weapon's mechanism fascinates him to a certain extent, that he drove himself onto developing a skillful understanding and customization of the equipment.

skillset.

• Matty is a skilled cook and owns a plethora of homemade recipes.
• Dexterity & Strength
• Intelligence

ability.

Capable of interacting with streams of magma buried deeply from the Earth's core, Matty can scorch the ground he's standing on at incinerating extremes and allow small currents of magma to pool freely at a given radius.

aeon.

Laharah+

Red & Green | Rage & Savagery

Described as the fallen goddess who ascended from the greater depths of the pandemonium, seeking what's worth to feed her eternal rage. Laharah takes form of an incorporeal huntress with having several burning spears pierced around her body. Her hair and eyes are entirely made up of flames and the rest, of molten lava. On her head sits a crown of bones, untouchable by the flames engulfing her hair. Ethereal tethers are chained around her feet but where they extend cannot be seen. On her back rests a pair of orange wings that when spread, set themselves ablaze. How they look strongly resemble as that of an angel's.

limit/overdrive.

Infernal Empire

Sends a ravaging impulse that shakes the earth and rips the ground apart, spawning craters along its wake. Streams of molten lava will be spewed out from the craters and create a river of inferno.

trivia.

relationships.

Dach: An acquaintance from the Capitol's grimy prison cells. At a certain point when inmates of both genders were allowed to gather at one facility, Matty and Dach often conversed about subject matters involving the tainted corruption of the Capitol and its legislative council. There were minimal mentions of his deceased fiancee as well but stories about those were never voluntarily told unless forced upon. Such conditions were negotiated when Dach gave him an exchange deal for a pack of cigarettes if he gave more details about his fiancee. Nevertheless, Matty agreed with her terms and thus formed a certain kind of friendship throughout the times they've spent behind bars.

other.

• Much to his liking, Matty spent a large amount of time serving for SOLDIER's mess halls as a cook while not in training session.
• SOLDIER occasionally regarded Matty's insights of the true claims behind the Vice mayor's affiliations of hired murder. Most were directed to his lawsuit which was what Matty had brought to an impeachment before being imprisoned. However, the information only reached among SOLDIER's curious minds and never bordered beyond their actions.
• Whenever he finds time, Matty shares his knowledge and understanding of advanced hand-to-hand combat with other SOLDIER recruits. Up to today, he still does it but only when he's free from other important tasks.

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I hope it's not too late to express my interest on joining. This is really well-made I must say.

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@Krauxis

I'm so sad rite nao.