Sep

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I just really don't have much of a preference. Could say I infiltrated, just so I don't have to edit the backstory, haha!

@Birdboy

We'll stick with infiltrated and then the blockade just got bigger once you were down

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What do you think would be best?

@Birdboy

Entirely your choice.

I as the GM an here to help facilitate your characters with a story.

I don't want to dictate anything, at that point I may as well write fan fiction

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@Colonel Sep I can go ahead and throw it in the character section if you'd like. I do want them to glance over it and make sure they are ok with everything though.

@Birdboy

Re-reading it, any potential lockdown of the planet will come after you arrive. Unless you want to try and infiltrate the planet at the start of the RP.

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I edited the backstory as you've asked and put in a bit of a personality. I just ran out of steam last night.

@Birdboy

As I said not too worried about the personality section as I never include it for myself. As I'll write a personality down then the character is like 'Nah that's not me'

Do you want me too hold off on acceptance till Taka applies?

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Also want to echo the statement about writing Star Wars stuff. I've actually never been part of a Star Wars roleplay despite my love for it. Really looking forward to starting this!

@Half Pint

My first foray into the original guild, many moons ago... and that actually caused me to look into the Expanded Universe, which fueled my love for Star Wars was a roleplay by [@Hotshot]. I tend to use the Exaron system for this style of roleplay in a small way to honour his sacrifice in GMing me when I was a noob.

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I want to point out I appreciate that we all seem to be busy human beings and are taking our times with things, hopefully this means we can chug along quite nicely as a group.

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@Birdboy I'm happy with it, but if you want to hold off on posting it till @Taka is done, I understand.

I won't hold you to a personality section if you don't want to. I never include it as uh, my characters tend to decide their personalities once I start writing.

The only note I have on the history is if Rebel High Command sent them out to bring Tyrell back, it wouldn't be as a rescue since the planet was locked down almost immediately after 'his' arrival. Could you adjust it so she was sent to meet up with a local rebel cell, who would pick up Tyrell keep him safe and then send him back aboard?

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@Taka
I was going to wait on your character, but do you mind if I go ahead and make mine?

@Birdboy

I say go for it.

Fashionably Late: A Crime Thriller Roleplay

Jalen Daniels

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█ ███ ██ █ S U M M A R Y █ ██ ███ █ Jalen Roscoe "J.R" Daniels AGE Twenty eight GENDER Male ETHNICITY/RACE African-American MARTIAL STATUS Single SEXUALITY Heterosexual ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

▅BIOGRAPHY▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ As a young buck, Jalen Daniels could often be found walking the mile and a half to 16th and Susquehanna busting out a seemingly endless stream of dribble moves with his off-hand. He had given verbal intent to go to Cheney… but that was before the HS State Championships. Where his stock skyrocketed, as smaller point guards often could, where the measurables didn’t see them targeted as heavily, and college letters were more contingent on form. Drawing interest from the Kentucky Wildcats, “Point Guard U”, he was left with the decision between staying with the small school, or somewhere in-state like Temple, or going all in on ball as a career. It was barely a decision. He took his “roaddog” Dio Dantley with him to Kentucky University, in a trend where colleges would frequently also take close compatriots of scholarship athletes ‘to ease the transition’ of being far away from family and most friends. He had an easy time in college though. Kentucky was very much a “basketball” college, and he was one of three All-Americans each of his years there. He took to the lifestyle and campus stardom readily. …which was why the Utah Jazz felt he would be able to cope with the move across the country in a professional manner, when their sixth overall pick came around. But what most didn’t see was that Jalen had a more difficult time away from campus and ball. When he went home, he often had his “blackness” brought into question for his decision to bail on HBCU Cheney University, by local critics who had followed his career from his youth. And that was before he was drafted by Utah Jazz… He also had close friends at him about every decision he made – “what’s up with taking Dio, man? I though you and me was cool? What you couldn’t get me in too?” One of whom was indeed one of his very closest friends, from back in the day: Casper Hamilton. And in honesty, Jalen had been torn about his decision at the time. Because whilst Dio was indeed his best friend, and closest – maybe ONLY true confidante – Casper was a close friend too… and was a much better student and more likely to actually be able to handle the academics of going to College and keeping pace (without the additional help athletes often get) with Jalen for the duration of his time at Kentucky. So the pair made a pact. And a plan. And that was how Casper became the first of his friends to know that Jalen Daniels would be declaring for the 2016 Draft. Under the provision that he never tell a soul. If he could do that, when his ticket came up, Jalen was going to do something that would change his life. It never came to light. Even Dio hadn’t known. And that was how Casper came to join the inner circle. …and how Jalen came to start paying for Casper’s college education as he earned a degree in Sports Management at Temple. NBA Rookie Contracts are all at scale. Jalen found himself the cheapest representation possible and the clock started as Casper got to work. Rookie contracts last four years. At an accelerated path, a Bachelor’s Degree in Sports Management can be achieved in three. Jalen assisted him with startup costs for his own agency as the played “beat the clock” to prepare Casper to represent him in time for his first contract extension. Casper was a hard worker, and smart. They managed to beat the clock and kept the money “in house”. But not all things were smooth sailing. Dio Dantley was shot as an innocent bystander in an incident in mid-season 2020-2021. Jalen got him the best of care, and flew out immediately to PA to be at his side. Leaving the Jazz to explain his absence to the press. Whilst his best friend still clung to life, Jalen swore he’d take care of his family (a mother and Dio’s younger sister Gail), his medical bills, whatever he needed. But money still has limits. He died after a thirty hour struggle. With Dio's passing, the coldness which had started to grip Jalen since he turned pro began to solidify. It;s not that there weren't signs of it before, but with his death the last relationship in his life where the power dynamics weren't completely screwed was gone. The things he most lived for now no longer had value beyond himself. And his goals were all of self-interest. He can now see "the bag" well within his grasp. If he can get that, it will all be worth it. He can change up everything and let loose and lead the exact lifestyle he'd always wanted. Everything and everyone else. The fake smiles. The restrained 'behaviour' standards he'd put on himself temporarily to assure the big payday. If he can ride out a month and a week... at the end of the season, he can finally let loose and get the fuck out. ▅CAREER▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ Jalen Daniels was drafted sixth overall to the Utah Jazz in 2016. He made the All-Rookie team with solid numbers, but it wasn’t until later when he found his feet, that he really established himself as a name in the league. His fourth season in the league, his breakout year, he scraped into the All-NBA Third team. He proved that was not an aberration by making it again two seasons later. The last two seasons he has made the All-NBA Second team, followed by another All-NBA Third team. As he now enters his contract season, those last two All-NBA selections, combined with the fact that he has remained on the Utah Jazz team which drafted him, make him eligible for “the bag” - the NBA “Supermax” Designated Veteran Player Extension this off-season. His initial rookie contract saw him earn a total of just under sixteen million dollars over his whole first four years. If he can remain on the Jazz past February 6, the “Supermax” extension will see him earn just under fifty million dollars next season alone, and progressively more each season (eleven percent annual raises) until his final “player option” season will see him earn just under seventy million. NBA contracts are fully guaranteed. He has been RICH since he came into the league. If he can remain on the Jazz for just over a month he will be WEALTHY. He hates Salt Lake City. And despises Utah. February the 6th is circled on his refrigerator. He finds himself in New York during an away swing now circulating, making connections, possible investment opportunities and putting his face out there for when “the bag” comes. And also possibly acting the big shot for ‘Rook’, and showing Gail a roomful of bigshots to get her out of his business. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

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▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔	CASPER HAMILTON Jalen's agent and now closest friend. Jalen paid to put him through school, and lent him the money to start up his own agency. Facts he very frequently reminds Casper of. His slowly growing agency, 'Downtown... CasH!' currently has eight clients.All on Jalen's recommendation. Another fact that he's not backwards in reminding Casper of. Whilst he never collected or requested a 'finder's fee' (another fact he reminds him of) for any of them. Now why he has never requested or collected a 'finder's fee', is a reason he will never tell Casper...	▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔	GAIL DANTLEY His late best friend Dio's little sister. One of the two people he swore on Dio's death bed that he'd take care of. Which, probably wasn't mutually understood as 'will sleep with a bunch of times and sling her money when she needs it' but life has a funny way of happening. It's not like he wanted it to happen. He's just... trying to be on his best behaviour, and not hitting up the clubs. And she's around. And sometimes she looks... Look, he's a hungry dog sometimes, alright? And she keeps hanging around. It's her fault for keeping on hanging around. She'll figure out 'take care of' ain't no til death do us part thing, right? 'Specially when he gets the Hell out of Salt Lake City and gets back on that night life... Didn't invite her. Jalen, Casper and Rook 'coincidentally ran into her'... in New York... on the way to the party, and Jalen had an additional plus-one he had no initial intention of using and figured maybe she'd be wowed by someone at the party and it might do the hard job of extricating himself from the situationship he has with her for him, painlessly and with no involvement on his end.
▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔	'ROOK' Jalen's first-year teammate who was curious about New York City nightlife, who he has 'taken under his wing' to show him the 'Big City' being trusted by the team, that if he's with the well behaved veteran it should at least keep him out of trouble. His name is Lewis Ward, but Jalen refuses to acknowledge first year player's even have a name. His teammates also tease him and call him 'rookie', but Jalen said "he has no intention of wasting two syllables on him". Very wide eyed about the whole night.	▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔	BRIAN - (not present at the party) Brian is Jalen's Financial Adviser/Accountant/Legal Adviser. Not to be confused with his agent. Brian isn't particularly close to Jalen. Jalen isn't particularly close to Brian. Their relationship is purely business, and maintaining their mutually beneficial situation. Attending the party was Brian's idea, he's also the one who was able to secure entry passes. Laying the groundwork for Jalen Daniels being 'someone to know' in the lead-up to his next contract extension.

@Hound55

Looks like you're... Fashionably late.

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Look at you all.

Getting along, joining forces.

Absolute Comics: Odyssey [Invite Only]

Lady Sif as portrayed by @Colonel Sep, Lady Storm as portrayed by @Stormyx

It had not just been an appearance of lightning, no. The entire atmosphere of the street had stirred and thickened with the weight of the clouds gathering above so much that it threatened to buckle. The sky bruised from grey to black as swaths of clouds continued roiling while a long shadow spread the ground with a sudden and biting cold. One and two more lightning strikes hit for good measure and a controlled, coiling wind began surging into an obscuring veil to conceal the figure at its centre.

"Cain Marko!"

The name cracked through the street like a third lightning bolt and was followed by a thunderclap so loud that the pavements trembled to it. Another flash split the darkness through the middle and there she stood, wreathed in stormlight, her cape snapping violently in a wind that swept and rushed forward. Ororo Monroe.

"Stand down!"

The man now known as Cain turned as the lightning struck the ground, and Sif looked as a booming voice cut through the thunder. It wasn't the one she wasn't expecting, though; it still held a sense of power and presence. However, there was an element of grace, too. The rain eased, as if it didn't deign to interrupt her words. "You ain't my Queen. I tried it, I took my pardon and tried your little island way of life. Just leave me alone!" He grabbed one of the nearby carriages, groaning slightly with the exertion, and he threw it directly towards this newcomer. He had forgotten, however, about the six-foot-tall, muscled woman he had just been fighting.

Sif launched herself from her spot on the ground, diving through the air. The sword collided with the vehicle, slicing through it. Steel and glass alike, a perfect cut down the centre of the vehicle as the two halves landed harmlessly at either side of Sif and the Storm-Goddess. Sif turned to glance at the woman. "You are not the Goddess I was expecting, though I am glad for the aid. Let us fell this beast quickly."

“True I am not,” Storm responded, although unsure of what the woman meant and uncertain of who she possibly could have been expecting. She was grateful for her fast action all the same and did not need to be told twice. Her hands raised and with another almost effortless sweep of them the air thickened and began bending to her will as if she was pulling the very heavens down; they twisted and stretched into a wall of wind that roared and swirled until they each became just part of its centre. The unforgiving eye of the storm. This sacred and isolated arena was a blocked off battlefield to deal with the menace, Juggernaut himself.

Storm huffed a breath and her eyes narrowed with an impatience that for those who knew her was recognisable as boredom. “We would leave you, if ever you could be trusted to keep your hands clean for once.” With a sharp snap, her arms moved again and shot outwards as her fingers snapped together. A bright and quick flash of lightning leapt from her fingertips and struck the ground near his feet, forcing him off balance as the air then thrummed with electric tension.

Agh The behemoth stumbled slightly as he was knocked back, eyeing up the two women before him. "You don't get to tell me what to do!" He put his head down, and he charged.

Over the roar of the wind and the echo of the thunder, Sif could hear the behemoth's feet thunk, thunk, thunk with increasing severity. Cracks formed in the road, growing in increasing severity. The cracks grew in size until eventually they became the divots. Sif stood with her sword pointed directly towards the troll. At the last second, Sif ducked down and swiped for his legs. As she ducked down, he jumped, transferring all his momentum into the air as he took off, heading towards the floating goddess. Sif winced, dropping the sword. With her left hand, she spun around on her heel, stabbing up as she used the weight of the sword in the turn to maintain her balance.

Sif's hand brushed his boot and grabbed with all her strength. Her entire body shook with the force, stabbing the sword into the ground to act as an anchor in an attempt to stop him, at minimum. At best, she hoped to swing him off-course, guiding him towards some form of pole that sat at the edge of the paved street.

"If only you made better choices," Storm thundered out, "we would not be standing against one another now." Juggernaut didn't answer, instead he moved with the inevitability of a bull's charge. Singular in its direction. Thinking fast, Storm reacted with instinct and turned her wrists and then crossed them hard, letting her palms cut through the air and the atmosphere obeyed.

Under her control wind gathered again as a wall -- a compressed sheet of force that expelled forwards and met Juggernaut mid-stride. It met him with such loud reverberation that not only stopped him in his tracks, but redirected his momentum just as Sif had planned by having angled her own stance. Juggernaut's immense bulk was wrenched sideways and he was sent flying exactly where the warrior had intended. Storm closed the distance to Lady Sif with a controlled grace. Her boots barely touched the ground, she let her own residual currents carry her forward. "Now then," she said, her eyes still glimmering and glowing with warning light, "I am glad to have you in this fight but I'm sorry that our problem has crossed your path." Storm spoke with genuine regret.

In the distance, Juggernaut groaned, the pole had bent itself around his form.

"He is not done with this fight yet. One thing about Marko is he does not know when to stop."

Sif looked at this, Cain Marko as even now he shook his head in an attempt to shift the fog moving into his mind. She then turned to face the goddess herself. A look of absolution upon Sifs face. "If this beast has been your foil before, and continues to be a formidable foe. Perhaps it would be easiest to sever his head from his torso?"

"Believe it or not, he has been useful to us." Storm admitted, though the woman was right, it simply wasn't the way that the X-Men dealt with their problems. Maybe wherever this warrior woman came from, that was how they solved their problems. "And he still deserves a chance," she breathed out with conviction, readying herself still for whatever would be next.

Sif scowled at the behemoth as the woman spoke. This will make things more, difficult. She nodded resolutely. "So be it. This is your realm." As Marko looked at them both, his face became as red as the helmet he wore.

"You bitches. There ain't nothing you can do to stop me." Marko walked towards Sif menacingly. Balling his hands into fists, he raised them in a guard before him, punching the air to knock some of the tension out of his body before pulling his arms back up. Sif smiled menacingly as he approached with his fists. Sheathing her sword, she approached him. The smile was still curling at the edges of her mouth. The first fist came flying at her, and she ducked below it.

Jabbing her elbow into his ribcage, as he stumbled passed she kicked out with her left leg into the back of his knee. Cain swore as he fell to his knees, but as Sif went in for the choke-hold, he pulled up a chunk of the road and tossed it at Sif, stopping her in her tracks. Twisting and dodging the rubble and debris. Sif shouted to the other woman. "How do you fell such a beast, without killing it?"

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Somewhere long ago,

and far away...

The first parademon squealed as his gargantuan fist closed. There was a crack. Then a squelch, as the armour bone and flesh crumbled to his immense strength. The body twitched as it fell to the ground. He let out a low snarl, his long snout quivering slightly as his upper lip curled. The snarl twisted in his throat, becoming a low guttural growl as his white eyes narrowed into slits. All over his body muscle rippled and tensed as he stood to his full height, towering over the little demons. Reaching down, he grabbed the leg of the fallen demon, and with a whip and a crack he tossed the body down the corridor. Some demons were caught by the carcass and sent flying; others jumped high onto the ceiling or ducked low. His heavy footsteps shook the very core of the vessel as he approached the nearest demon.

His voice, gravelly and low, betrayed the malice and his intent. Despite his calm and level tone.

"Rise, Demon! You have pursued me here, only to find death and when I am through with you, you shall welcome it. For I am Beta Ray Bill.

Bill stomped his foot down, right into the sternum of the creature. With a satisfying pop, he turned his attention to the rest as they swarmed down the corridor towards him. Spinning on his left heel towards the first beast, he grabbed its outstretched hand. Twisting it to the right, he stuck his head into that of the demons. It stumbled back against it, and he followed the headbutt up with a left uppercut that knocked it off its feet and tore through flesh, ripping off its jaw and sending it stumbling, clutching its throat as it whined and screamed. Another came at him, and with a swift series of kicks and punches, he had cleared it as well. Black blood oozed out of wounds, congealing almost as soon as it left the bodies. Falling to the floor in frozen puddles that made every step treacherous.

His orange skin became less and less notable as he worked towards the breach; the demons clambered and clawed at him. Unable to break through his guard. They funnelled down towards him, the corridor turning to an abbatoir, as he worked his way past them, he gave each the same skill and care, with deadly care and grace. Bill progressed deeper and deeper into their number. Finally, Bill exploded from the breach in the hull amid a hail of blood, limbs and bodies like a grotesque geiser of death. Landing on the hull of the ship, he looked to the silent gun batteries. Sparks flew on them and around as Scuttlebutt attempted to repair itself. All around the ship, the stars flickered in and out of existence as the never-ending storm of Parademons worked and twisted their way around the vessel. Circling it, as predators with prey.

Bill pushed a snort of air out of his nose and shook his head, attempting to shake the cold spikes that clawed in at his heart. Their numbers were vast, but it was his role. No. His duty to protect this ship and the people that lay sleeping in cryo. The last of the Korbonites. Lest their mark on the universe be cleared for all eternity, and their legacy as nothing but the puppets for the masters of Apokalips.

He roared into the cosmos and the never-ending stream of foes. While his suit and enhancements kept him alive, the void denied him his rage. The cosmos stole his war cry, and this treachery just angered him further. Walking over to the hole in the ship, he ripped free a support beam. Twisting his hands on the metal, he smoothed one end down into a handle, slamming the other down on the hull of the ship, and flattened it into a crude hammer. Waving it above his head, and thundering his hand against his chest, he dared them to come for him.

They did.