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6 yrs ago
Imagine using the status bar to post about your personal life, instead of using it to drop bad memes on people. Couldn't be me.
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7 yrs ago
Ya'll fuckers ain't even ready for the lore and depth behind my name - the intricate threads of nuance would destroy your puny, mortal minds. I like writing.
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7 yrs ago
Gonna dress as the whole Conservative Party. If that thing doesn't fucking count as "undead" at this point, I don't know what does.
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8 yrs ago
Somebody, please, kill me before I have to see the RPG Status Bar turn into an argument over Feminism. I don't think the Guild can handle anymore issues at present, let alone Feminism.
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9 yrs ago
Playing Alien Isolation for the first time. NOW I REMEMBER WHY I HATE HORROR GAMES!
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2 days it had been. Two sodding days since he was transferred to this godforsaken prison. They made it out to be a nice place (and it did have some very comfy rooms) but a prison is all it is. A maximum security prison to keep dangerous people confined from the outside world. That didn't matter, because as the trumpets blared James just didn't wake up. It was simple enough to block out sound waves, since they all have vectors. So as the siren blared its annoying ramblings, James slowly began to stir. This was the normal time he would arise from bed, only so he could get to school the earliest and have time to get the freshest bacon the school could offer. He awoke, switched of his sound reflection, and then listened to the last part Miss. Dawson's awakening message. That woman must be on some serious meds, he thought, Normal people aren't up this early...

James dressed, did some target practice, grabbed his knife and headed out the apartment complex. It was a big place, with some luxurious living quarters. That was probably the only good thing he got for coming here. He tried to steer clear of some of the others that were heading to the mall, and eventually made his way there. The very first thing he noticed was the quintessence of a spider hanging of the balcony of an upper floor of the mall, talking to a girl made of what looked to be the remnants of a 7 year olds temper tantrum and some pencils. Then there was some over-excited nutcase who filled his plate with sausages equal to how many times a vegetarian will punch him, at least, if there IS a vegetarian. So James walked to the queue, grabbed some toast, some bacon, a pancake and a glass of milk and went to sit by the table as far away from everyone as possible. He then switched on his sound Redirection field, an extension of his vector redirection field. Then he began to eat in silence, and thought about what a shit day it would be; he hadn't even been assigned a job... Tch... Just my luck he thought.

Maybe I can sue them..., he thought, I mean, they did mislabel the place. They should really have called it 'Miss. Dawson's Prison for Freaks of Nature'. He ate in silence, and watched as more people filed into the mall. The silence. For some it is deafening, but for some it is home, and home it is for James. Everything happening around you in complete silence so that one can observe without interference. Plus it gave him time to examine and evaluate the bacon without interruption. He was surprised no one had stared at him; he had stark white hair and blood red eyes. Apparently that wasn't very strange to people.

Being new to the cage of freaked, he didn't really know who anyone was. The only thing he did know, however, was the names of a couple people he heard. Those were: Lyra, Jace and Artemis. Day one James didn't go to the mall, instead he went to the Bowling alley to look around, using his reflection to turn invisible. He wondered what job he would get, if he ever got one. He doubted it would be anything to do with helping people, given his history, nor did he believe it would be anything too complex, given his age. The on,y thing he could think of would be possibly teaching assistant. An ability like vector manipulation isnt an ability one can just use; it takes huge amounts of calculations by the user to control, and even more to maintain. Because of this, despite his young age, a teaching assistant sounded the most fun, easy and well suited to his... Abilities.
Well, it looks like I'm in now. It'll be a pleasure role playing with you.
James " Collider" Gilford


Name: James "Collider" Gilford

Age: 15

Powers: Regokenisis (Vector manipulation)

The ability is called Movement manipulation, and is the ability to manipulate any moving vector. Since everything is always moving through space, this means everything has a vector that can be manipulated. Whether it be the gravity being exerted on him, the speed of the wind, the direction of blood flows or the general movement of everything around him, he can control and manipulate it at will. He can stop bullets, redirect blood flows, diffuse electricity, create earthquakes and more.

Weapons: A kitchen knife, an airsoft gun



Dreams/Wishes: To escape the fickle chains that bind him to the cursed him he now resides. He also wants to become more powerful so no one has be be hurt.

Evil, Good, Walking the Line: Lawful Evil. He is unlikely to kill any of the others that reside in the prison with him unless they provoke him with attacks. His primary objective is to kill Miss. Dawson, because it is likely, out of all the people in the prison, that he is the only one that can.

Siblings (If Any): He had a sister, but she disappeared along with 18 other girls that went to her school in a large kidnapping. She also had powers, no one knows them (I might make a second character for her later)

Pets (If Any): He had a cat named George, but he was put down due to illness








Name: Theresa "Tess" Gilford
Age: 18
Powers: Mnemokinesis (Memory Manipulation)

The ability to manipulate a touched persons memory, as well as view and control them. She can force people to relive memories, implant false, traumatising ones in peoples head, completely erase or lock away memories and even steal a persons knowledge. The last time this power was used
was to lock the memories of herself away from everyone who knew her, all except James.

Weapons: A standard issue military M9 Bayonet.
Items: a wireless transceiver and a VIS (Vector Irregularity Scanner)



Dreams/Wishes: She wants to live a normal life with he brother
Evil, Good, Walking the Line: She is a good person, but her actions show a more ruthless, evil side.
Siblings (If Any): James "Collider" Gilford
Pets (If Any): She had a cat named George, but it was put down.
I will, I just have some finer details to sort out
So I have been officially accepted, just waiting for some conformation on stuff. I am excited to play in my first game :3
That's why it's a sub character if no one else makes one.
@DrewVonAwesome You'll be happy to know I had pizza a couple of hours ago. Have you subsided your craving yet?
I PMed my CS to Love. Not sure who I was supposed to send it to xD If its not accepted, its still some cool material I can use for something later on.
It would probably do well to have a general over-arching idea that keeps the Gods from going batshit. Maybe something like a force that threatens to take away the players powers, or something that is almost unstoppable by said players that threatens to destroy their domain of control - Earth.
@Bai Suzhen I dont know. I assume he would, since he doesn't actually remember who any of the crew is. He is sadistic, but only in the sense that he enjoys watching his alert flags.
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