TheMasterNarrator

An X-Men RP!

I'm definitely in, if there's room. Character concept:

Thomas Vickers, "Kinesis"
Mutant Power: Alpha-Level telekinetic

Frozen in Metal

As he strode through the CIA base, Erik Lensherr contemplated the future. What he had now was a good start, but he needed more. He needed a base, allies, connections. Unfortunately, he didn't yet have the means to do so. It was all very well to have Azazel gather information, but that wasn't enough. If only Raven hadn't gone back to Charles... her powers would have been invaluable. Absent-mindedly, he flicked a finger towards a cluster of armed men, causing their guns to fly out of their hands and knock their owners unconscious.

With things the way they were, he would have been stuck as a small-time player for at least a few years while he built up the Brotherhood. However, he was soon to correct that. Stopping outside a thick cell door, he ripped it from its hinges with a contemptuous wave of his hand and, checking that his telepathy-blocking helmet was in place, stepped inside to make an offer..

Star Wars - The last light goes dark

Note on godmodding

Permission for godmodding in this post given by GM.

Dai Yeelo was not happy. Not happy at all. He like Coruscant. It was a teeming hive, a web of information, and he was the spider. It was therefore a major annoyance when his favourite planet was attacked.

Unfortunately for the attackers, they were using droids. Droids with remote control units. With a snarl on his face, he contemptuously brushed aside their security measures and set about reclaiming his planet. In short order, he had several squads of what was once the enemy under his control, and a virus was spreading through the system. It was a masterpiece, subtle, almost undetectable, and able to completely override the core code, altering the infected droid's directives to protect Coruscant, the clones, the Jedi and their Temple, and to destroy any non-infected droids they came across. It would slowly worm its way through their systems, infecting ships, droids and automated defenses.

Then, he patched into the communications of the defense forces.

"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. This is Dai Yeelo. I doubt you've heard of me; I take pains to keep it that way. However, we seem to be under attack, so I will simply have to deal with the fallout from this at a later date. Anyway, I've hacked their systems, taken over a few squads of their droids - soon to be more - and planted a computer virus. My droids are having a die-face pattern painted on, so please don't shoot them, they're entirely under my control and on our side. I've got them sweeping up from the Undercity to catch our attackers unprepared. There'll be some coming to guard the Jedi Temple too. Any questions?"

Werewolves in the City

The alpha is almost three times as big as a normal wolf, my Rogue is twice as big, I'd estimate a regular werewolf would be between normal and one-and-a-half times size.

TMN's 1x1's [Advanced]

Bump.

They Came from the Warp {Tales of the Ordo Malleus}

Brother-Librarian Nyxos
Male Grey Knights Librarian

Age: 296
Height: 7' 9" out of armour, nine-and-a-half-foot-ish with it.
Position in Retinue: Psyker, adviser on all things Psyker or Daemon, Grey Knights liaison.

Personality: Deep-feeling and soulful, Nyxos has a power behind his emotions few can match. When he is jovial, he is the life of the party, but when he is angry, his fury overshadows all else. He is generally amiable and boisterous, but threatening his friends, the Imperium or being a Daemon (or in league with one) is a sure way to earn his ire.

Equipment: Terminator armour, custom Nemesis force sword (tailored grip, balance; improved Psychic conductivity - may be used to channel any and all psychic powers.)

Psychic Powers: Nyxos is a very powerful, yet unorthodox Psyker, part of the reason why he was assigned here instead of among the Grey Knights. He wields his powers through emotion, making him at once more susceptible to corruption, with anger, bloodlust and pain, yet also resistant to it, with love, righteousness, and the desire to protect. He often sinks into what he refers to as 'the Flow', some form of semi-precognitive trance combined with physical enhancement, turning him into a whirlwing of flashing blade and psychic might.

Appearance:

Images

Ignore the shield at the back.

History: Taken by the Black Ships at just one and a half years of age thanks to his powerful psychic signature, Nyxos was raised in the Emperor's faith. When the time came, he was selected by the Grey Knights. He completed his augmentation in record time, powers speeding his recovery from each surgery, and threw himself into his training. He has always walked a knife-edge, fuelling his powers with emotions, and many have argued for his destruction as a risk, but his near three centuries of exemplary service have quashed all but his most vocal of detractors, and even then, they only managed to get him sent out on Inquisitorial assignment, hoping he'd be killed...

Frozen in Metal

Don't worry about it. Everyone gets things wrong sometimes.

Anyway, since Magneto is busting Emma out, I probably need to make the first post. I'll do that tomorrow afternoon, since I'm on my tablet right now, unless you want to go first?

Another Idea!!!

If we're talking about characters now, I'm thinking of a scythe-wielding shadow manipulator.

Frozen in Metal

Now, I haven't seen First Class in a while, but I think (and the final sentence of the plot summary here agrees with me) that it's Erik who breaks Emma out of prison, not the other way around. Unless you're referring to a different incident?

(If you are, and/or I'm just being an idiot, sorry, my knowledge of the early stuff is somewhat rusty. I'm better with the current/future bits than past, mainly because I've had much more exposure to it.)

Werewolves in the City

Rex Noctem
Real Name: Unknown (he never tells)
Age: 27
Position: Rogue

Description: In human form, a little over six feet tall, with a waist-lenth ponytail, held back with a golden ring, and neatly trimmed goatee, both black. His eyes are gold, and while he isn't bulky, his muscles are large and well-defined. In lupine form, he is colossal, easily twice the size of a mundane wolf, with pitch-black fur and the same golden eyes. In either form, he is an utterly brutal fighter, being a master of some of the more deadly martial arts as well as animal combat. He is brusque and businesslike, generally remaining calm and collected, but will go into a terrifying bloodrage if those he cares about are threatened.

History: Not even the very few he calls friend have been let in on his past. All anyone knows is that he's spent time in the East, and has several very nasty scars.

Job: Martial arts sensei.
Life Goal: To help other werewolves survive and thrive in this hostile world.