VATROU

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

@fdeviant Just this particular scenario. Since he's looking for Ben. Although if you need Barron for anything he does have connections that could be useful. But I have nothing further after this.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

To those dealing with a Wolfed out Ben in the Museum, Barron will be joining the fray shortly. Just a heads up. Gonna set that up for the next future post after this current one.

The difference between animal and monster

I agree with Harbinger, and many others. A Monster is just as much an animal as animals are, it's intent and it's desire to act upon it's monstrous side makes it a monster. You could say a rabid dog would be a monster due to it's feral nature. But let's talk Elephants the first people who saw these animals outside of their native habitat likely thought them monsters. Since few creatures look the way an Elephant does. They're massive animals with a thick trunk and two long tusks. Anyone who's never set eyes upon them as they first charged the battlefield likely would have thought them demons, with a arm that could crush a man and spears for teeth. Now we know better but the fact remains anyone laying eyes upon a creature so odd and so massive would easily confuse it with a monster just upon looks alone.

Now there's also another detail no one's talked about. How easily can a normal man kill a monster. In many Games, Fantasy and Myth it's Heroes, Adventurers or Knights. Men or Women who are highly trained and equipped to slay monsters. And that's what makes a monster dangerous, your average Farmer cannot hope to slay a Cockatrice, a Manticore or other such creature. While they can more or less kill Wolves with some difficulty and maybe Bears if needed albeit with more danger. Monsters kill average Men, it's why Geralt of the Witchers is called upon, because he can slay beasts no other can. Why it's always been Heroes to kill the Dragon. The average man cannot hope to deal with such creatures, without specialized weapons and equipment. But most animals can be slain by the hands of a single man, be it with guns or spears.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Hehe. I has more ideas. I'll be running them by NMS tonight after work if I remember. Also. Fluffnuggets.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Joseph sat in his car, about a mile up the road from Aunt Briley’s home with a cell phone held to his ear there was a coldness which was only made more apparent from the voice on the other line. “Do you have a sample?”

Answering the older man's question there was a hesitation from Joseph.”Dad, this is my Sister, your own Daughter we’re talking about, can we at least address that?” His Father’s voice sounded through after a moment's pause. “She’s nought more than trash wasting her talents and tarnishing our legacy. But yes, she came from my blood however unlikely that may be. More importantly.”

Joseph knew what he was asking for, traces of Metahuman DNA in his own Sister. And he knew what he planned to do if they found any a fact which greatly disturbed him.”Yes. I have a clump of hair from one of her hairbrushes, but she’s my Sister, you’re talking about Murder.”

The cold and heartless voice came through yet again.”Only if she was somehow mutated by that horrid Pax event. If there’s no mutated DNA there’ll be no need for that, we can’t have a metahuman monster within our Family, it’d ruin us. Our Lineage would forever be destroyed. Best nip anything like that in the bud.”

“New York wasn’t even affected!” Joseph blurted out. “Yes, or so they say Son, I’ll take no chances, I’ve seen these freaks in the news. I will not have one in my own Family however much removed.” His Father said firmly set in his plan, as the phone's’ tone went silent Joseph slammed his fist against the dash cursing his Family. “WHY, Why are they so cold.”

Meanwhile Nathaniel Wahlforth sat in a chair laced with gold trimmings in lavish room decorated by every Wahlfroth that came before him as well as his own personal tastes, it was a room filled with valuable antiques, pointless trinkets and wealth. He sat there staring at his Father’s Pipe as he took a drag on a cigarette as a cringe crept across his face, “I gave you everything, all that I was just to make you proud, and you give it to her. That money should be mine, I’ll see to that. I’m not letting some deviant take my inheritance.”

There was a slight knock at the door as it creaked open to a woman in a fancy dress walked in. “Honey, the Maid brought tea, thought you could use some. All this murder talk must have you parched.” Nathaniel smiled as he took a cup with saucer and sat it on the table. “Good thing the Kids don’t know yet, we must secure their future and restore our fortune, Father’s money will go a long way to that goal.”

“Of course dear, Alistair left us a crumbling Family Fortune, with a myriad of scattered properties and companies. How anyone could rebuild our legacy with those piss poor conditions is beyond me.”

“My Father doted on that Girl, who tarnished our Family name. It’s high time we put things right.”

Meanwhile in a certain abandoned warehouse. Doctor Coil began tinkering with his work, happy with his progress. “With my work completed, I just need to set the stage, all of it must be perfect before I raise the curtain.” Coil turned to his machine that clicked and whirred with a flurry of beeps and lights. It stood on a massive frame with a long barrel, alongside mysterious canisters, Coil growled in a low voice. “Sampson. I will have my vengeance, on the stage of my creation. Minion!! Take some of these canisters and begin phase 2.”

As things began to conspire against her, Eva tossed in her bed, as Dickens slept beside her. It was a momentary calm, something she may have few of in the coming days. As the Demon behind the Soul Stone, her Family and Doctor Coil begin to make their moves.

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And

In

The Buisness of Evil

It was a nice restaurant, meat hung off the racks in the back as the smell whiffed through the air that only a Vampire could sense. Ever since his turning he liked his steak bloody, even though animal blood wasn't the same it still had a appeasing taste nonetheless. Going down smooth with a glass of burbon. Despite the mid afternoon dinner he didn't look out of place for the class of clientele the restaurant served. As he and Carol had a conversation to cover the current events that are transpiring around the Criminal Underworld.

It was clear, Miss Rachelli was still being targeted. The Merc War Pulse had been hired to find and likely bring her in. Most assuredly by the same people who instigated that mess at the Steel Mill some months ago, he heard rumors that her blood was special, something he wanted to look into. He also wanted to ensure none of his potential or current Enemies could lay their hands on her it was for that end that he had paid the Merc Flower to keep tabs on Miss Racheli; even if she couldn't find her herself one of those who adied her might know her true whereabouts, and eventually someone will come looking. Flower was one of his own Mercs under the Cowl who by now would have discovered her true allegiances, however it wasn't something that mattered as she was mostly someone to track the Cowls' ground movements as he situationed his men, and how they trust their faceless boss. Still Flowers' power set was useful when he needed her to apply force.

And as Carol spoke she informed him of the visit she recived from a strange visitor who called himself the Broker. A fellow who offered some kind of invitation, Carol inquired what his plans were yet the man, or being had no intetion of revealing them yet.

Broker entered the restourant, alone this time. He did not trust blueberry around expensive food. Sure he could afford it. But greed burned ever bring in him and losing money on his daughters endless eating was not on todays agenda. He smiled at Barron as he took a seat.

"I do apologize" He said. "I meant to catch you in Nevada." As he spoke, he snapped his fingers and got the waiters attention. A few whispered words and soon the entire place was being vacated but for a few select customers."Now. I also have to apologize about not being candid with your lovely wife. There is a certein protocol to my things, beloved better half or not." His voice was casual, his posture relaxed. But his eyes were keen and sharp as a finely sharpened blade.

"You match my Wife's description, down to the tie. Remember Mr. Broker my Wife is my Honor, keep that in mind, disrespect her and you deal with me. Now then, You had business?"[ Barron spoke with force, a brutality found only among certain Mafisos yet he applied it like a delicate vice.

"I did indeed." Broker said, clearly unphased by the sheer dominating presence of the Vampire. Unphased but not unimpressed. It was his understanding he was fairly young as far as vampires went yet he allready had such an presence. It would not do to make an enemy out someone with such potential. And best of all was that the man, vampire or not, reeked of greed. Bottomless, violent and dark greed. Not the petty thirst for wealth. No this was the real deal. He produced a few papers from deep within his suit. He layed it infront Barron. "These are all high end private estates, casinos, hotels and other properties that you have yet to put under your control." He said matter of factly. "I own a large part of the board of construction in the state of Nevada. I was there when the City of Las Vegas was made reality." He smiled broadly, showing rows of sharp teeth. "It was a lucrative affair. But I have moved on. They can all be yours, I will also provide you with a list of name of people whom I got under my thumb. People who will not bite or bark, but kindly roll over for you."

Barron looked at the papers, somewhat interested but he himself not needing the properties that lay within, still if a good deal can be made he could easily turn a meaty profit. "And why." Barron said as he placed his silverware down, "Would I acquire these properties? The money is all well and good, and could certainly finace more of my operations but it's not something I particularly need. No. I already control the majority of the city Government, placing these under my control only places gold in my coffers, it does not directly advance my goals. So tell me, what strings do you have attached to them?" Barron spoke coldly as he drank from his glass. The ice clacking reverberating through the empty resturant.

"Well. If you do not want them, there are others that do. People who have interests in taking that precius control from you. People like the Cowl. This is not a threat mind you, this is the reality of the transactions that we must make in life." He said with a shrug and nodded to the waiter as he served a bottle of red and a tall footed glass. Broker waited for it to be poured.

"I have all eternity."

"But I don't want to do that dear Barron." He stapled his fingers and leaned forward. "The strings so to speak. Is in my real offer. To long has the many darker forces gotten in eachothers way. Fey and Vampires, Demons and Liches. We are primal forces in essence. We are driven by Greed, lust, unchecked passions and boundless ambition." He said as he sipped. "It is time we move into the 21st century. I am not speaking of petty criminal networks or becoming a politican in all but name. I am speaking of the driving force that govern all things from war to handouts. Money. Capitalism. Corperations." He let the word linger.

"The only one who can call me dear. Is my wife, and you don't look a thing alike." Said Barron while he sliced into the final

[color=ed1c24][/color]"No. No we don't. For one, I look a mess in a dress as they say. But, on to buisness again. You can control a city. But while you do, organizations like The Syndicate are global and ammassing resources and strength in capital and influence. While I sit and figure out a new scheme, some good for nothing cape or wayward magician will stumble upon a fey plot and fuck it all up for everyone. It is time for "evil" to look to the future. Towards synergy."

"And this, Synergy includes what, some Cabal of Evil." It greatly depended upon what the goals of this group was, a team of evil of sorts. However Barron couldn't deny that keeping tabs on his competition was a good thing, benefical even to his own operations; yet limiting himself to another group and their rules might not sit well with his own temperment and style. Still as he thought even for a while it'd do good to keep his enemies closer as the addage goes. "There'll be some discussion with my Wife before I accept this offer, assuming this joint Cabal of evil doesn't just include me and my Wife."

"You trust your wife Barron. And I know you two do everything together more or less. She is welcome. And please, Cabals are so oldfashion. Consider this a.... Board of directors."

"A Directerate Of Evil, no, hold on. A Directerate of Deviants! Hmm, too flashy?" Barron said jokingly gaging Brokers' response.

He smirked. "Evil Inc. may be a bit on the nose. But its what I call it when nobody is listening. I am a sucker for the old 60's secret agent stuff." Broker said as he sipped his wine. "Besides, what power is greater then that of Corperate interest in this day and age..."

"Aside from Nuclear Weapons, Magic and My Dashing Good looks, My Wife. Quite frankly she's scarier than I most times. Especially when she's shopping, I almost feel sorry for the shop keepers. That, was a joke."

Broker chuckled. "Ah, and here I was gonna sympathize. Then again. My daughter ate her mother. So. Do we have an understanding? As long as your wife agrees that is."

"We might, once I run the proposal over with her, and assuming your Daughter stays away from my Buffets. Any one who can eat their Mother must have quite the appetite."

"I wouldn't want you to go bankrupt. I will tell her to stay away." Broker laughed.

"I'd just foot you the bill. You could probably pay for it." Barron matched whatever smile Broker had on his face as he signaled the wiater for his bill.

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@Robeatics College is important. As Ded said we're not going anywhere. Plus you're leaving off on a very flexible moment for your character, able to jump in with minimal changes. Since if I remember she'd yet to do or mention anything impacting the continuity. So you can come back and pick up like you never left.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

@VATROU Oh, that's what it is.

@Athinar

Yes. Maintenance. Or pie. Whichever comes first. I probably could have dug through posts and copied the link that way, but I started work in five minutes so I had to get ready.

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Photobucket was down for maintenance so I couldn't access Eva's Banner.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

”Avalon huh,” Eva sighed as her home came into sight and she grabbed the cold handle in the early morning hours. ”All these things, these Supernatural worlds, the World is crazy, and when I met Arthur for the first time i thought I was going mad. Shit. Why must my life be soo confusing.”

The inside of the house was quiet, as she peered inside prompted by an unusual suitcase at the coatrack. Eva headed further inside as a bleep from the Microwave went off. As a tall figure in a leather jacket loomed in front of her holding a piece of Lasagna as he turned Eva cursed under her breath. ”Joe. Wha, what are you doing here?”

“Family sent me to check on you, and frankly I was worried, that Pax event was quite the terrorist event, Ma and Pa were worried you’d turn into a mutant freak. Everything’s cool though, you’re still my Lil Sis, the Black Sheep.” Joseph said as he took a seat at the table, Eva came closer as if to speak to him. ”Didn’t think they cared enough to check on me, I thought everyone was too busy being pompous jerks, and don’t you have a Grand Prix race soon”

Joseph laid down the fork he was eating with, and Solemnly spoke. “Family’s writing you out of the will, and if you turned out to be some eight legged spider freak, well, that’d complicate things. I’m not supposed to be telling you this, but I thought you should know. You have time to fix this though, just come back, back to British High Society, wear the dresses, eat with the tiny spoons and forks. Go to the balls and the Family will reconsider.”

"So that’s what this is all about, Does Aunt Briley know about this? That you’re begging me to come back?” Joseph continued his solemn expression,”Yes, she left whether or not you’d come come back up to you, but we don’t have a lot of time, come your eighteenth you’ll no longer have a place back home.”

Eva slammed the edge of the table with her fist, "I have a place, it’s not covered in marble, or surrounded by gold, but it’s home, and Aunt Briley has been more of a mother than Mom ever has. Let them write me off, I have something they’ll never have, a Family.”

“I see.” Joseph said picking up his mostly empty dish, “I’ve always been jealous of you, you always had the guts to face Mom and Dad, a part of me wants you to come back, the other just wants to cheer you on. It’s an odd feeling,” Joseph placed a hand on Eva’s shoulder. “I hope you do right Sis. Whatever you chose.”

”I, don’t think I understand.” Joseph took a second. “I kinda wanted to see you come back, just to show to myself no one is unbreakable, even as the Oldest, I looked up to you, the Rebel, none of us liked the Rules, the restrictions. But we’re still scared, you. Yeah you never wanted any of it, so. Keep being you SIs. I’ll be in town for a few days, before I head off to my next race. Maybe I’ll see you again. Later Lil Rebel.”

"Joe.” Eva said as she was beset by her confused emotions. “The Lasagna was good Sis, you look pretty ragged, grab a bite.” Joseph said as he hoisted his suitcase over his shoulder like a pack and walked out towards a rental car he parked just off the sidewalk. Eva watched, completely unsure of what to do, as her stomach rumbled she decided once Joe left she’d eat and then pass out.