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Titans: A DC Comics Roleplay

I made ya'll some quick and dirty headers because I'm shit at editing and couldn't do any better. Don't have to use 'em, tho, cuz its a free country and shit

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Polaris: A New Anchorage Story

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Smith's Rest | HQ Tram Station
January 16th, 2677

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Demetrius stood near the back of the group, his shoulders hunched and his head held low. The strap over his chest was digging uncomfortably into his skin, weighed down by the heavy bag resting around his lower back. One of his headphones had been brushed to the side so he could at least hear what was going on around him, though Solon obviously wasn't paying all that much attention. His eyes were down on his boots, tracing over their many flaws: stains in the dark leather, a patched over hole or two, a clump of some unknown material still stuck on the bottom that refused to be washed off. They'd seen better days, that much was certain.

'Guess we all have, though.' He silently mused. 'Some more than others.'

The voice of his new XO briefly drew Demi's attention back to the moment at hand, answering some question or other by another pilot. An explanation of what, precisely, New Anchorage was meant to be. A coalition of independent settlements was a novel concept. Not a unique one, he knew, but one that didn't tend to last all that long. Small communes could survive on their own fairly well by ducking under the radar of raiders, but they were little more than agrarian survivalist colonies. True settlements of any kind of size had to rely on corporations for trade and security- standing alone they'd either starve or get bulldozed over by marauders, or any of the other, innumerable threats that roamed the Wastelands.

He had heard stories of burgeoning micro-nations, however, in places like Afrika and Asia, where there was such a vast landmass that states could survive without making contact with corporations for decades. When they did make contact, though...they didn't tend to last a whole lot longer.

Clearing his throat, Demi spoke up, his curiosity getting the better of his desire to remain unnoticed. "What do ya mean by 'key threats?' Last I checked there was nothin' but snow and trees out here 'till ya hit the horizon."

His first thought was irradiated wildlife, or maybe a cabal of raiders or two. But that didn't quite line up with the facts. Anchorage had hired out at least six new NC pilots. That was a ridiculous amount of firepower by any standard, enough to go toe to toe with all but a professional military force. Graham mentioned that they'd been surviving by the 'skin of their teeth' before, so something prompted them to invest so heavily into security. Demi didn't know much about this commander, but he didn't look like the kinda idiot to waste resources.

'Just what the hell's out here that could spook these guys so bad?'

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IC's open, bitches

Titans: A DC Comics Roleplay

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_{Location: New York City, New York -- A Rooftop}

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New York City covered an area of about three hundred square miles and contained over eight million people. Enormous machines transported them across the city in underground tunnels- those that couldn't afford the smaller, personalized vehicles, at least. Structures towered above them all, the tallest of them stretched up to grasp the clouds, forming what the humans called a 'skyline.'

As obnoxious as Kelex's lessons were, Conner had to admit they were helpful.

Conner Kent sat on the edge of an apartment building's rooftop, his legs dangling precariously over the side. Dozens of humans passed by underneath him, rushing along the sidewalk in a terrible hurry to get somewhere else. There was one older man talking on the phone as he went, desperately trying to convince someone named 'Abby' not to get on the plane before he had a chance to say goodbye. Just in front of him a woman was dragging two crying kids along behind, both of them alternating between hitting her and then hitting each other. A yellow bus was being loaded with similarly sized children at the end of the street.

'Its all so...loud.' Honking cars, screaming people, radios being played too loud. He didn't know how anyone could live in a place like this without going crazy. It wasn't anything like the Fortress, or the farm. Conner could sit at the edge of a field at the farm and hear the grass blowing in the wind, the chirping of distant birds and the sound of a mole burrowing his way through the earth. He could tell the dripping water coming from the kitchen sink's facet from the pitcher pump in Martha's garden.

Here, though, there was just too much. There were a thousand disparate sounds going off at any given moment, all of them vying for his attention. It was giving him a headache; at one point it got so bad that Conner felt like his skull might explode from the pressure. It'd been even worse when he was on the ground earlier. He was just trying to walk around and check off all the places he'd visited in his booklet, but people kept yelling at him for bumping into them and crossing the street in front of their vehicles.

"Hmph," He grunted at the thought, pulling the crumpled booklet from his pocket to flip through it again. So far he'd marked off the statue, the park, the empire's building and the time square. It also recommended stopping for sustenance at noon, though Conner still wasn't sure if he actually needed to eat or not. Kal-El and the Kents had insisted he eat at consistent intervals, but if Conner really was a Kryptonian, wasn't that a waste of time?

His thoughts were interrupted by a terrible boom that shook the building underneath him and sent a stabbing pain through his ears.

"What was that?" Conner snarled, dragging himself to his feet as he tried to ignore the jackhammer in his skull. It sounded like thunder, but it was far more intense than any he'd heard before. And closer, too- like it'd come from the ground instead of the sky. He waited for the ringing in his ears to cease before stumbling in the direction of the sound, trying to focus on anything else coming from that way.

People were screaming, some in languages he'd never heard before. Cars were coming to a grinding halt and slamming down on their horns. He could hear concrete collapsing and glass shattering, too. Was a building coming down?

'Sounds like a job for Superman...Guess I'll have to do, though.'

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dabbin on u rn

Titans: A DC Comics Roleplay

<Snipped quote by ComradeMaxx>

Raven's not a super, she's a body snatcher.

@Lord Wraith

Demonic kidnapper, superhero, what's the difference?

<Snipped quote by Hillan>
The IC will be open officially once Maxx posts his post up, as we have a starting reply to transfer from the previous game. Did you think I'd have you guys wait for four months?

@Inkarnate

maybe

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Seems like most people are just going to be passing through the area and stumbling on the action by chance. Kinda wondering if there'd be any reason for so many supers to be in town at the same time.. 🤔

I'll see about getting a post up soon™

Titans: A DC Comics Roleplay

I'm posting so Gowi doesn't have to triple post. Announcement incoming

#StillNotBitten [Invite Only]

"I'unno about the rest of you, but I'm plannin' on survivin' this thing. Whether or not you're with me at the end'a it is entirely up to you."

_{[ ❇ ] S Y N O P S I S}

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_Name

Cassidy "Cass" Montoya

_Gender

Female

_Age

29

_Birthplace

Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania

_{Former Life}

Paramedic

_{[ ❇ ] C H A R A C T E R I Z A T I O N}

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_{Appearance Description}

Cass is short yet sturdily built thanks to a rigorous lifestyle and a career that required she be healthy and strong. She tends to keep her hair up in either a bun or a ponytail, never too worried about her outward appearance; this can be found, too, in her spartan style of dress and minimal use of makeup. If Montoya isn't in her work uniform she's running around in a light jacket and a pair of capris.

She doesn't have much in the way of scars, injuries or disfigurements, only a handful of minor cuts around her hands- Cassidy has always been a bit too careless when she's wielding a knife, and its come back to bite her on more than one occasion. Her only real 'injury', if one could call it that, is the fact that her eyes are a bit weaker than normal, so she's forced to wear either contacts or glasses. She prefers the latter, though carries the former with her just in case.

_Personality

• Cynical
• Selfish
• Driven
• Pragmatic
• Confrontational

_Biography

Cassidy's mother died in childbirth, forcing her father, Aaron, to raise her on his own. He was a good man and a dedicated parent, but being the lone provider of the family with a job that required him to travel meant he could never spend enough time with Cass. She bounced between paid caretakers, close friends willing to lend a hand, and extended family members; most of them were nice enough people, but the fact that she never really had a single place to call 'home' made Montoya...bitter. That bitterness twisted and grew when she became a teenager, causing her to shut out others and forcing her to rely only on herself.

Cass believe's she's stronger for it.

Fast-forward to her graduating High School and Cassidy begins looking for a career in medicine, having taken an interest in it early into her school life. She moved across the state to attend the best technical school in Pennsylvania. The rigid structure of it was a comfortable change from the chaos of her previous life, and Montoya excelled in it. And it was there, too, that she met the love of her life: Riley Clarkson.

After graduating she and Clarkson moved to his hometown of Rushford, where Cassidy found work with the local EMS unit attached to the police department. They set themselves up in a modest suburban house in a decent enough neighborhood where they would spend the next five years together.

Then the world decided to end.

_{[ ❇ ] M I S C E L L A N E O U S}

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_Gear

Weapons

Crowbar — Standard crowbar she looted from her neighbor's toolshed. In good condition.
Pocket Knife — Generic pocket knife. Relatively sharp but nothing too special, could probably be replaced with something larger.

Equipment

Hiking Backpack — Where Cassy stores most of her gear, supplies and food.
Sleeping bag — A normal sleeping bag to make the nights a little more comfortable. Black.
Raincoat — For when the weather gets particularly bad. Fatigue green.
First Responder Trauma Kit — A bulkier version of the kit she'll usually carry on the job, the trauma kit is packed tight with everything she could possibly need to stabilize someone. Weighs approximately six pounds and has to be carried inside the hiking backpack.
Handheld Radio — Typically for keeping in contact with other emergency personnel and the medical coordinator, Cassidy mostly uses it for sporadic news reports and to track other survivors. Battery run.
Map— A hastily drawn map of Rushford featuring most of its important landmarks, stores, and neighborhoods. Proved useful after her phone died and it became apparent charging it was more of a hassle than it was worth.

_Skills

Educated — Though she spent several years in a technical school to learn medicine, Cass came up with a much wider array of knowledge than she had anticipated; in particular, she knows quite a bit about chemistry, biology and physiology, not to mention the more obvious anatomy and medical science. On top of her formal education also comes a general interest in history and the broader sciences.
Advanced Medical Training — Montoya started down her career path right out of High School, enrolling in the best technical school she could find. She's a fully licensed Paramedic with a number of years of experience, able to tackle nearly any medical emergency she encounters with speed and precision.
Basic Survival Training — Cassidy has spent much of her life outdoors, developing a love of nature at an early age thanks to her father's enthusiasm for it. She's been hiking and mountain climbing more times than she can count, and those experiences have taught her a thing or two about surviving on limited resources.
Basic Self Defense — Rushford's EMS service being integrated with its police department has given Montoya a unique opportunity to work closely with law enforcement, and one of the perks of that closeness was self-defense classes provided free of charge. She learned the fundamentals of fighting and protecting herself during a physical confrontation.
Athleticism — A life of hard-work, consistent exercise and a good diet have allowed her to develop a strong frame and an athletic body.

_Other

Has lived alone with her boyfriend, Riley Clarkson, in Rushford for five years now. They were separated during the incident and haven't been in contact since.

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This is not tactile telekinesis.

@Retired

Your formal request form was filed incorrectly, unfortunately, so I had to go the other direction. Sorry for the inconvenience =)