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Star Orphans (A Fantasy Sci-Fi Space Opera Epic)

@ROADWARRIOR Thank you! Added the planet's location into the very topmost portion of the blue zone. T'koss' suns were something pretty for tourists to look at.

Star Orphans (A Fantasy Sci-Fi Space Opera Epic)

Hello!
I have returned with a character sheet for review!

*Blows fairy dust.* It's in the character tab now.~

Star Orphans (A Fantasy Sci-Fi Space Opera Epic)

Hello!
I am interested in joining but I have a few questions:

-Do you prefer a "realistically drawn", anime, or real life person for this RP's character sheet images?
-How many alien races besides those already mentioned are there?
-Are players allowed to insert Alien races at their discretion?

Introducing myself

Hello and welcome!

Hello World !

Welcome to the Guild!
you give that soul right back, dang it.

VIGILANCE: Blood & Justice - A Superhuman Roleplay (Always Open)

RAM HEAD | Vernon Thompson

Dark Necessities

07APR2017 - 23:30 - Michaels Nuclear Power Facility - Power District

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Vernon panted heavily then doubled over. "Bongo," he shouted between gulps of air, "Gimmie a minute." Tiredly he wondered what had possessed his dog all of a sudden. They had been hauling ass since the moment he parked the truck all of fifteen minutes ago. He made a point of parking a bit of a distance off, so as to not get in the way of emergency vehicles and maybe to avoid looting. Maybe.

This place wasn't hard to find once he started driving-- all he had to do was find the source of sirens and eventually he saw the lights. Bongo lead the charge toward what his gut told him was the place on fire. Well, his gut and the large plume of smoke, that is. Barking pulled Vernon's attention off of the rain soaked ground. Having come back to check on him, Bongo snuffled and sniffed a small puddle in front of Vernon, before barking again. As soon as he made even the slightest movement, she twitched and dashed ahead a little bit.

"Alright-- shit. My back can't take much more of this pace, ol'girl," Vernon spoke up as he began to jog. They were running behind a set of buildings, uphill, in the grass, and the rain. A lot of things could make this suck more, Vernon was sure but, this sucked pretty seriously right now. Then he noticed a color change on the horizon.

Flashing lights and an orange tint lit up the night sky. He could hear a mumble, that of many voices at a distance, and the smell of smoke was stronger here. Bongo sprinted up and out of his sight completely. The horizon seemed to dance-- the light of fire reflected off of heavy clouds-- then it briefly came into full view.

Briefly.

Vernon found himself planting one leg far further down than the ground was supposed to be. As he began to tumble and slide down a rain soaked hillside, toward the power plant, Vernon determined he couldn't be mad at this happening, really. He should have expected this to be a buffer hill-- of course it was a buffer hill-- but at least the grass tasted alright. The rattle of a chain link fence announced his halt. Bongo barked.

Tensely, Vernon hissed, "My back," as he tried to assess the ball of person he had temporarily become... oh. He was upside down. Slowly Vernon righted himself while looking about for Bongo, spitting pieces of grass and soil out idly. There she was, staring at him, wagging her tail, with her head tilted to the side. Bongo barked at his gaze. Vernon "woof'd" back then shook his head at the nonsense of it all.

"Woah--" came a surprised voice, "--You alright?"

Of course.
Just when Vernon thought no one had saw him eat shit...
Not even bothering to clean the mud and grass off of himself, Vernon slowly eased to his feet, then replied, "Yeah I'm alright. Just a little--" Vernon didn't know where that sentence was going "-- hey this place on fire?"

Smooth.

A man with a rather charred look about him replied, "Uh? Y-yes." Closing his left eye so the right eye augment could take over, Vernon read the man's name tag, then replied, "How do I get in, Greg?" Just then, Greg stared at Vernon as if he'd sprouted another head. Vernon shrugged.
"You don't look like you a fireman or the parame--"
Vernon asked more aggressively,"How do I get in, Greg?"
Bongo whined.
"Ah-- uh, this way-- you here to help?"
"And make s'mores," Vernon replied darkly, "Lead the way."

A profound thought occurred to Vernon as he began a hasty walk, following behind Greg-- Vernon could have been practically anyone seeking entrance to this facility and this guy, Greg, was just going to straight up let him in? Just show him the way? Just like that? Who was this guy, anyway? He looked like he worked here but... what if this fire hadn't started on it's own? What if Greg had started the fire? Vernon halted, eyed the fence to his right, then reached out for it.

Taking a firm grip of it with his right hand, Vernon watched the steel links bunch up in his grasp-- the grasp of an augmented right arm. Feeling the arm vibrate slightly, Vernon pushed the links aside until he was able to firmly grasp the steel support pole. Greg looked over his shoulder. "See you later--" Vernon said as he began to feel the heat of his augmented legs powering up, "--Greg." With a sharp scrape and crack of cement, Vernon uprooted the fence post like a daisy. Too bad he couldn't tuck it behind his ear like one.

Greg's mouth hang agape as Vernon passed beneath the fence, then set it back down roughly, letting Bongo remain on the other side. "Keep an eye on that fella-- but I don't need to tell you that," Vernon told Bongo.
"Wait," Greg shouted, just as Vernon turned to walk away, "Go left-- tha-that paramedic! He hasn't come back yet. I-I-I think he's in trouble. I. I gave him my key card and I. He. He's one of two we got on site. Shit--" Greg cut off there then mumbled, "He's one of two we got."

Vernon could hear the hints of shame in Greg's voice then reconsidered his previous stance. Perhaps this really was a worker-- or it was a convincing trap? Or it was both. Vernon squinted at Greg then shifted the squint to Bongo. She seemed content to stand near Greg and was even sniffling him, trying to get his attention, perhaps to distract him from his worries. "Well," Vernon spoke up, deciding to trust Bongo's judgment, "Which way do I go again?"

Greg shouted, "Left til you see an entrance-- there's still folks trapped and running out but--but-- that guy he. He should've been back by now I-- there's no firemen here. He went in through the o--"

Vernon didn't wait to hear anymore-- now the urgency level had increased greatly. Turning, Vernon broke out into an almost immediate sprint, thanks to his fancy augment legs, and wondered just where the fire department was? Did it matter right now? How deep was the shit everyone was in?

He sprinted for the door that Greg had indicated, smacking into a terrified man fleeing the building. Without a word of apology as he bowled the guy over, Vernon charged into the building and barely took notice of the flames. He wheezed, then began to cough heavily, the smoke irritating his already damaged lungs-- why hadn't they replaced those damaged organs when they replaced his arm? Whatever-- too late to ask that now.

He reached one door handle and felt the temperature, twisted it, and it didn't budge. That was a thing, wasn't it? Cool handle means no horrible fireball-- right. That was right. He tore the handle off, sent to door flying inward with a kick, and didn't see a thing but empty office space. Vernon stared down the blazing corridor and shook his head-- there were too many stupid doors in this stupid building.

"Hey Medic," Vernon called out, "Medic-- Where you at!?"

This was going to take forever but, Vernon was going to check every single stupid room in the stupid building if he had to. He had to have been close, right? Greg mentioned something about a key card and all of these doors required one-- wait. Where were the sprinklers? Again, too late of a question.

Vernon kicked another door in after feeling the handle's temperature, "Yoo-hoo! Medic!" He waited only a moment for response before he continued kicking doors and taking... handles.

Summary

Vernon has made it to the power plant. Bongo is comforting Greg. Vernon's kicking down doors inside of the burning building, searching for Joseph while calling out, "MEDIC YOU RECKLESS LIL SHIT! C'MERE!"

Baybridge: Halcyon Days [Superpowers/Semi-Sandbox]

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Lower South Royer Town, Prince Ed-Field

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Courtney stared deeply into her own eyes. They looked fake, right? She squinted and leaned closer to the dirty GoodBurger bathroom mirror. A set of green cosmetic contact lenses were covering her natural eye color-- they definitely looked fake. Shaking her head she readjusted the pink wig, which was tucked into the hood of her black hoodie, then turned away from the mirror. This was very necessary precaution that would help save her a bit of grief in the long run, she hoped.

Without another glance toward the mirror, she left the bathroom, then exited the restaurant. This was just a stop on the way to check and see if her prosthetics and latex were holding. While Courtney didn't doubt it, she also didn't want to risk half her cheek peeling off mid-conversation.

Today, all she had planned was to attend the DOVE rally, so why the makeup? She told herself it was to not be recognized-- that if anyone potentially knew who she was, followed her channel, recognized her face, she didn't want to be seen associated with Metahumans, in any way or form. The last thing she needed were internet trolls taking that information and eating it right up. People were freakin' hostile sometimes, so of course she wasn't going to go broadcasting herself all willy-nilly....

"Willy-nilly? Voice of inner me, that's a grandma word," she mumbled as she walked down the city street. There was a lot of traffic today it seemed and maybe that was because this rally was getting a larger gathering than she expected. Either way, Courtney had thickened her cheeks, widened her brow and nose ridge, and even went so far as to give herself a false gap between the teeth-- not to mention the wig and hoodie. She looked unflattering but not suspiciously so, maybe-- hopefully.

Taking out her phone, Courtney opened up A1-Chat then began typing...

BlacK4tBlu: Not my best look today but solid all around #WhoAmI. Almost at rally.
K4tMomGreen: A hashtag in a 2 way conversation...
BlacK4tBlu: #MomReplies #MotherleyFeelings #IAmMotheredAndCovered
K4tMomGreen: lol just be careful

Courtney smirked, typed an excessive amount of heart emojis, then put her phone into her pocket. Wasn't she already being careful? Sure, maybe attending a giant rally full of freaks and weirdos wasn't the most careful thing, but at least she wouldn't be recognized immediately. She halted when she came near a bus stop. Right on cue the bus came around the corner. After boarding the bus and a brief exchange of money, she was seated with headphones in, playing music as the vehicle lurched down the street.

And shit, was this bus slow.
Well.
This was almost immediately extremely boring and Courtney found she couldn't sit still. Eventually she had her phone out again.

BlacK4tBlu: Omg mom I'm bored.
BlacK4tBlu: And I mean like 20 metric tons of bored.
BlacK4tBlu: So bored my head hurts
BlacK4tBlu: So bored I can't even nap because the boredom is keeping me up
BlacK4tBlu: What's for dinner?
BlacK4tBlu: How are them taxes?
BlacK4tBlu: Can I have a pony?

Courtney smirked at that last one as "K4tMomGreen is typing..." popped up on the screen.

K4tMomGreen: No to everything.
K4tMomGreen: No dinner. No pony. No taxes. No naps. No head.
BlacK4tBlu: EWWWW MOM PHRASING
K4tMomGreen: w/e gutter child.
BlacK4tBlu: But I'm YOUR gutter child
K4tMomGreen: Yeah well only half technically.
BlacK4tBlu: Truuuuu
K4tMomGreen: Also can you bring back some milk on your way home?
BlacK4tBlu: But the milk is full
K4tMomGreen: Ninja shiruken'd it off the counter.

"Aw shit," Coutrney mumbled aloud in response to that message. She pressed a hand to her forehead and mumbled, "Damn it cat..." Ninja, the family's cat, named so as a joke because of his horrendous clumsiness, was a large orange bastard with too much time on his hands--er--paws. There was a running joke in the family for naming Ninja's attacks after weapons or corny anime moves. For whatever reason, he liked to leap at objects set on the counter tops and bat them off with all his strength. He was an unstoppable maniac that absolutely hated the milk jug-- Courtney was sure she was wholly responsible for this particular incident of Ninja assassination.

BlacK4tBlu: I'm sorry I thought you had it.
K4tMomGreen: It's not anyone's fault. Just bring some milk home.
K4tMomGreen: And maybe a cat therapist.
K4tMomGreen: And a cat massageer. Feline masseuse? Someone to rub the cat.
BlacK4tBlu: No way. is that a thing?
K4tMomGreen: You never know.

Deciding to leave that particular train of thought right at the station, Courtney put her phone away then stared out the window. Wasn't very long now until she would be at the DOVE rally. The thought of it put a couple of renegade butterflies in her belly. Taking a deep breath, Courtney sought to calm that anxious nonsense. Hopefully it was just a nice meeting, some fliers, propaganda, and maybe she would meet someone who could advise her.

It was very important to Courtney that she learned what she was supposed to do with her... stuff.

There was not a day that went by that Courtney didn't feel right having her abilities. Everything about them was unnatural, wrong, perhaps a little awkward to posses. She wasn't as over the top or flashy as some Metahumans she'd seen but, Courtney felt a strange sense of insecurity to have this mess.

Plus people hated her for having these powers even without knowing her-- wasn't there already enough society hated her for? Courtney just wanted to be somewhat normal again, honestly. She hoped that maybe at the rally, there would be someone that could help her. Maybe. She didn't know. Would it be like chopping off a part of herself to get her powers removed? Were they more of a gift or blessing rather than a burden? These powers had come to her in a time of need but, that time was long passed, right? Was this as natural as breathing was but stranger?

Thoughtful and confused, Courtney bit her lower lip, then turned her music up. Thinking wasn't too fun right now so, she focused on her tunes instead-- like she should have been doing in the first place. Asking all these questions would only hurt her dumb brain, Courtney determined. Moral and ethical debates were for smarter people than her, after all.

Summary

Courtney is on the city bus to the rally.

VIGILANCE: Blood & Justice - A Superhuman Roleplay (Always Open)

G M A N N O U N C E M E N T:

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◼ WEEK 03: Relationships are a very important part of life. Often people are defined by the relationships they make and this is no clearer than in the way we portray relationships in fiction. Spider-Man is known by both his love interests and his rogues. Many of you opted to note that you'll be making friends, allies and enemies within the IC on your character sheets. So on that note, having seen most of the cast in action already and with one secondary plot concluded, who do you want to interact with? Is there anyone on the cast you think would be a great ally for your character? Anyone you think your character would be drawn to romantically? Or is there someone you think would ultimately clash with your character, maybe or a rival or ultimately a bitter enemy?

@Lord Wraith

*mouth breathes*
I've actually discussed a bit of "possibly knowing about eachother-ish" with @SgtEasy. My character had some interaction with their father during his time in Iraq while deployed. It was a long time ago but it was a very significant event.

I also mentioned to @Pirouette that their character happens to have the "animals gonna attack you" characteristic and, well, my character has a large dog that hardly leaves his side. This is going to cause some problems if they ever meet and since Vernon trusts his dog's judgment of character, it will lead to a high amount of distrust.

Vernon faces a bit of challenge when it comes to the overall cast though. He's not easy to get along with, slow to extend trust, and he's a good bit older than most of them and he's seen a lot. He could be most of their fathers, so they'll already start on the lower end of his trust/respect scale, unfortunately. Though, if his trust and respect is earned, he can be a very loyal ally. He even has a tendency to mentor or spread his knowledge.

That being said however, I do look forward to RPing with... ALL OF YOU. ALL.
No interaction is wasted, as far as I'm concerned, and I'm very enthusiastic to see a variety of interactions-- even if they're antagonistic or tense.

The Band of Not-So-Heroes: A Superhero Comedy

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VILLAIN: POTLUCK

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Potluck was busy shoving barbecued ribs into his pot when a voice caught his attention.
@Burning Kitty

"Hey fatty!

Potluck frantically looked around-- who was fat? He was only BIG BONED! He cast a sharp glare toward Veronica while dropping another rack of ribs into his pot.

"Your food is so horrible it grew wings so it could literally get away from you--"

"Hey now, that's not nic--" Potluck began but Veronica went on, not hearing him.

"How pathetic of a cook are you?"

The words echoed within Potluck's mind quietly, the chaos around him drifting away as Veronica continued throwing insults. He clenched his fist.

"Did you seriously think anyone in the whole world would want to any of that garbage?"

Potluck's knees felt week-- so so weak. He trembled slightly and almostfell to the grass.

"I bet that is where you got your ingredients, the landfill!"

As Potluck smashed his hands against his ears, smearing barbecue sauce all over his face, he still could not block out the sound of Veronica's voice as she continued.

"Starving people in the third world would rather starve to death than eat the food you cooked."

Tears began to well up in Potluck's eyes. His cheeks burned and the world started to blur as he sniffed, heavily, trying to keep himself together. His fury was starting to crumble-- collapse inward upon itself under the weight of the insults. And then Veronica said:

"Who taught you to cook a sewer rat?"

"N-NO! MY--" he took a deep breath "--GRANDMA TAUGHT ME--" he choked on his words, coughed, then his tears began to pour. Potluck collapsed over his pot and began sobbing uncontrollably. His face twisted into a horrible bunch of wrinkles and sweat, snot and tears streamed freely, as he wailed into his cook pot. How could anyone in the world be this mean? And she hadn't even tried his food-- maybe? He wasn't sure!

Potluck didn't know anything at the moment-- only that he could feel his heart breaking into a million little pieces. Then his whole body began to shake-- Potluck blinked.

No.
His body wasn't shaking, it was his cook pot that was. The whole object was heating up and vibrating erratically as he cried into it. A burst of white light blinded Potluck briefly before a pig-like shriek called out from within the depths of the pot. He tried to free himself from the ropes which attached him to the pot-- a burst of blue light beamed from the pot and halted his efforts.

AND THEN those dudes came @FallenTrinity-- "Hey asswipe! Fight me!"
A loud CLANG sounded from the cook pot as it was hit by the whip-like tentacles, weirdly refusing to move from the motion, but Potluck himself was certainly knocked a bit off balance. Potluck took one good look at Jace and everything in his mind screamed FLEE.

He turned rather quickly around, tripped over his own feet, as a tornado of blades came toward him. Potluck stumbled and tumbled over himself and the pot very ungracefully in a way that managed to help him avoid the attacks from both John and Devan-- very unintentional clumsiness followed by rolling around was probably not in their attack plan. Still, he did catch a bit of John's attack, resulting in some blood spilled into the pot.

A horribly monstrous screech sounded from the cook-pot, causing Potluck, sprawled out and crying on the ground, to make every panicked attempt to separate himself from said pot.

Alas, he wasn't quick enough.

DIRE BEAST SPAWNED: BBQ RIBS BEAST

A bony claw shot from the pot, planting itself in the ground, before a massive hoof stepped out, and soon the rest of the creature followed. Hot barbecue sauce trailed from the tips of pointed bones and disjointed limbs as the beast took a bipedal stance. It towered over the park at a massive height of twenty feet with a heavy girth made of twisted barbecued flesh. A pigs head was positioned at the top of a row of misaligned bone, above an open mockery of a chest.

Ivory ribs were freely exposed, sharpened as if they were teeth, and they moving back and fourth like the teeth of a great maw, as if ready to consume anything it could directly. Two large arms, made out of a strange mixture of bones, ended in too many sharp and bony fingers to be correct-- a third arm sprouted from the creature's back with another pig's head for a hand. Bubbling hot barbecue could be seen churning within that exposed cavity, looking horrendously hot, from the nature of the steam and smoke pouring from it.

The pig's head had four eyes, tusks, and a nose which spewed barbecue sauce. The creature made a horrendous noise-- a sharp pitched pig's squeal-- which was loud enough to echo ever so slightly across the park. Rage filled and ready to wreak havoc, the BBQ Ribs-Beast stomped fourth, spilling boiling sauce with each step... All this and it still smelled like delicious cooked ribs.

For some reason, the beast gives off the vibe that it can only effectively be stopped if it could be completely torn apart and it's two heads shattered. Weird vibe, huh?

No matter what the people thought of this horrible beast, it was clear that it was far tougher than anything else that had been summoned. Oh and, uh, there probably needed to be some heroism thrown at it like. Right now.

Potluck meanwhile, was trying to crawl away to take shelter beneath a broken BBQ stand-- still crying but this time out of fear. He repositioned the pot to rest on his back, giving him the appearance of a very pitiful baby turtle. Seems he was absolutely terrified of what came out of the pot.

Summary

-Veronica made Potluck cry.
-Potluck managed to avoid being immediately killed by tripping over his own feet and falling down.
-Spilled blood and tears into the cook-pot summoned a 20ft tall monster.
-A BOSS BATTLE class BBQ Pig-Beast has been spawned. Weaknesses: The 2 heads and disassembly.
-Potluck is AFRAID.

The Band of Not-So-Heroes: A Superhero Comedy

OK! Think it's time I posted.
The rest are late arrivals but do not despair-- there's a thing!