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9 yrs ago
Current Anyone else think Claudia Black should be the next Doctor Who?
9 yrs ago
One of my favourite celebrities of all time and a remarkable human being has passed away. Rest in peace, Adam West. You will be deeply missed.
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9 yrs ago
Why do people say "Tuna Fish sandwich"? That's like saying "Chicken Bird sandwich."
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10 yrs ago
If you can't take the heat, stop setting yourself on fire.
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10 yrs ago
How long after shaking my money-maker should I expect a check?
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I never know what to put in these things. I'm just a guy who likes making stories. If I'm not roleplaying, I'm writing my own stuff or just creating random characters. I'm particularly fond of superheroes but I also really like character driven stuff and tend to dive into the details of a character. No character can be too detailed as far as I'm concerned.

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Long post is long. Anyway, Nate/Legion is just hanging out in the coffee shop being a doof if anyone wants to interact with him. If not, I'll move him on once everyone else has posted. He'll get Army of One (or whatever he names it) off the ground eventually.
"Legion Security" "No" "Seven Sons Incorporated" "No" "Army of One" "...Maybe?" Nate scribbled Army of One on the napkin on the table in front of him and drew a little smiley face next to it. "This is hard" came a voice from next to him. With the corner of his mouth turning up in a smirk, he replied "That's what she said" and gave his companion a well received high five. Ok so maybe it wasn't mature but it was funny...to him at least. "No, naming things is hard" clarified the rather handsome gent sitting next to him in the busy coffee shop. Nate had come here to satiate his caffeine addiction and eat as many blueberry muffins he could stuff in his face in one sitting. Turns out it was six. He liked this place. The rustic nature made it feel cosy, especially in the back corner where he had, miraculously, managed to secure a seat. The place was always busy too, which only added to the reasons why Nate liked it. He enjoyed having people around. Getting lost in a crowd was strangely pleasing for reasons he couldn't quite explain. There was probably some deep psychological explanation but that was way beyond his area of expertise. Plus the cute waitress was an added benefit. "We should talk to the folks who own this place" said his friend as he looked around with narrow eyes. "Why?" asked Nate. "It's called Lattetude!" came the overly excited response "They obviously know how to name things" "It's just a cheesy pun name" Nate complained "We're trying to come up with a serious name here....We just need to brain harder". He slumped back in his chair and let out a sigh. That Army of One thing was pretty good though. A third voice joined the conversation then, softer and much more pleasant "Are those muffins coming back to bite you?" Nate turned to see the cute waitress, Raven, approach the table as he flipped over the napkin with names written on it. Raven was a full foot and a half shorter than Nate and he found himself wondering if she took this job simply because it was one of the few jobs where she didn't have to look up at people...He had a strange mind. Her dark hair was cut close to her head in a pixie cut but still swept over one of her eyes. When she moved said hair out of the way, Nate couldn't help but stare into those dark blue eyes. Damn she was cute. "Not yet but my toilet's in for quite a night" he said, suddenly realizing he was staring and looking away. He really wished he had said something cooler...and less gross. "Heh heh" came a slight giggle to his other side. "Well can I get you boys something else?" Asked Raven with a slight blush, seemingly noticing that Nate was staring. Damn it. "No thanks, we're good" Nate informed her. "We're great actually" his companion added. "Great" she replied, taking a few steps slowly backwards and bumping into another customer as she went. "Sorry! Sorry!" she apologized before looking back at Nate with a smile then quickly dashed off. With another sigh, Nate said "Well at least I'm not the only awkward one around here" He suddenly felt someone kick him in the shin "Why didn't you ask her out!?" he was asked with a distinct level of exasperation. "After that line about the toilet?" he asked, rubbing his leg. "Yeah, that was pretty terrible...But she's clearly into you. Chicks dig twins" "You're not my twin. You're me" Nate corrected. "Same thing" his 'twin' said, sitting back and folding his arms over his chest. "Yeah. literally" replied Nate, provoking a smile from his duplicate. "Lets just get back to work" He was his own worst distraction. Nate was able to create exact copies of himself and had a tendency to talk to them far more than was normal for a healthy mental state. A psychologist would have a field day with him. In fact the military shrinks had. If any of them had been allowed to publish anything relating to him, it would probably have made their careers. Nate redefined the term "Split personality". But military shrinks and the military in general were all behind him now. He had been tossed out on his ass and left to fend for himself...and himself...and himself. What was he going to do now? Well he had a metric crap ton of experience in 'special operations', maybe he could put it to use. But who would hire him? He had had the bright idea of going into business for himself as hired security or a private spec-ops team...Or maybe one of his duplicates had the idea. Who remembered? But it was a good idea. He could bring a lot of manpower to any operation and only required one paycheck. Albeit a sizable one. What? He wasn't going to give his services away for pennies. No he could hire himself out. Other companies could hire...Army of One...or whatever name they ended up choosing...to fulfill contracts. He would get paid and everyone would be happy. Maybe he could even use some of the money he would earn to take Raven on a date. Then everyone would be really happy. He looked up from doodling on his napkin to see Raven behind the counter, serving a customer. His mind started to wander again. "We're never going to get any work done" said his duplicate as he took a sip of his coffee.
@Lord Santa Heh heh. I was just trying to think of stupid skills he'd have no actual use for and that popped into my head. Also, I'll try to get a post up later. I'll probably have Legion alone (or as alone as he ever gets) so if anyone wants to interact with him after, feel free.
That power you proposed actually sounds really cool! I imagine such a character would be valuable to any side!
I imagine at least a few factions would be willing to use some pretty underhanded tactics to acquire someone with that power...I'm kind of picturing an outright fight for him now actually.
Yeah, I know I said I don't like that power but you seem to have a good handle on it. Btw, just because I'm interested in how these things work, what would happen if she encountered one of my characters duplicates? Would she be able to make her own duplicates if only the original Legion can clone himself?
Sounds a lot like Synch from Generation X to me. How long does she keep a power after acquiring it? Does she have it forever or does she lose it after a certain time or when the person leaves the area?
Personally I'm not very fond of having powers like that in game. It makes that one character look so much more powerful than everyone else and kind of detracts from the other characters. If it was like Rogue and they only had one power at a time, I'd be ok with it but not if they can just do everything everyone else can do.
After spending most of the day in the cockpit, Kai was relieved to finally be elsewhere. His stomach had been rumbling for a while now and after sitting down at the table, accidentally bumping the arm of one of the suits next to him, he loaded up his plate with as much as he could without going overboard. He was hungry but he still made sure to leave enough for everyone else. He was sure Higgins would embarrass the captain enough without him eating the passengers dinner too. He took a massive bite out of a bread roll and glanced at the suit sitting next to him for a second. He found himself wondering why such fine gents would be out here in the ass end of space, hitching a ride on a boat like the Herald. Something about these guys made him uneasy. He tried not to think about it though. Some of the crew were probably shadier than these guys anyway. Casting a quick glance at the rest of the passengers, he continues shovelling food in his mouth. Damn, this wasn't bad. Shen had done well. He would have thanked him if he had room left in his mouth to wrap his tongue around words. His eyes stopped on Higgins as he entered. The engineer was absolutely filthy. More so than usual. He was sure the captain would like him to be at least clean for dinner, 'specially when they had passengers aboard, but Higgins looked pretty frazzled too. Kai wondered what he had been tinkering with that had zapped him but that wasn't his primary concern. "Yeh su" he complained "I hope you plan on washing before you touch the food."
I've played a character with basically that power (and then later his clone) and it was really fun, so I say go for it. My character was able to affect his own momentum for movement. For example he could run much faster than normal or jump up into the air and push himself further. Kind of like Alex Mercer in Prototype.
Like kinetic energy manipulation?
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