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Dead Island: Paradise Lost

A loud hammering sound came from a nearby door, close to Louis, and then an emergency door was kicked wide open with a loud crash. Okoma growled lowly, brutally throwing the slow zombie off of his form, only to gasp as another one fell from the door and onto his neck. Before it could take a crunch out of his flesh, the young man plowed it's face in with his fist, making it fall against a shopping cart. Okoma was on his feet in a second, curb-stomping the mush out of the zombie's head while yanking his useful tool from his belt. The first zombie was back on it's feet, and lunged towards the larger man. On nimble feet, Okoma side-stepped it's clumsy lunge, gripping his wrench with both hands and swinging the light-weight, durable metal tool towards it's head. *SPLAT* Gore sprayed along the wall, covering his shoes and the bottom of his pants. "...Fuck." Okoma groaned, staggering back a step and panting slightly. His eyes wandered up, taking notice of Louis' form, and he straightened, walking forward. "Hey, the Hell's going on?" His deep voice had taken a confused tone as he eyed the chef; his TV hadn't been working. Maybe this other man had heard news?

Titans Together!

Name: Jason Espinoza Alias: He doesn't really have one, honestly. When he 'fights crime', he doesn't really call himself anything. It may come spontaneously. Age: 16 Personality: Having been raised as a lonely, if not relatively normal kid, Jason doesn't have some disastrous chip on his shoulder. Living on his own has made him rather used to being alone, and his numerous run-ins with cops has made him wary. Jason is rebellious towards authority figures in general, but laid-back, if not sarcastic and blunt to anyone else, not really having much of a filter on his mouth, if you know what I mean. Being neither a real 'hero' or regular, human 'civilian', he feels like an outcast, not exactly agreeing with heroes to the H, while disliking the general helplessness humans have. Both young and dangerous, but with a quick wit and often dark humor, he is disaffected and disassociated with society, and rather apathetic. He has no fear, and no respect for leaders figures, especially not the corrupted leaders that runs the world in which everyone lives, and this lack of respect has also bled onto heroes. However, Jason has a heart, if you get pass his general 'Fuck off, I don't give a shit about your gun eat my fist' attitude. He purposely choose to live out his life his own way because his eyes were opened to evil as a child, being raised in a rather shitty household in an even shittier part of town. He decided to take a stand and fight back, no matter what happens. That is his heroic trait. Powers: Jason's powers are...well, the best thing to call it is Kinetic Energy Manipulation. Basically, his body is a living conduit of Kinetic Energy, constantly pumping energy through his body; rather opposite of his usual behavior. This causes his body to adapt faster to pain, move faster than humans, and generally be tougher and hit harder. However, what this power truly does, in a major form, is make him literally control the Kinetic motion of external forces. In normal terms, if something is moving towards him at a pace faster than a snail's pace, once it makes contact with any part of his body, it will cease all motion, all of the kinetic energy coming from the force of the object being absorbed into his body. He can then capitalize on the opponent's failed attack, using the Kinetic Energy he absorbed. One of his most used 'counters' is to grab the offending item and use his Kinetic Energy to make it implode, be it the opponent's arm or the opponent's weapon. He also uses the Kinetic Energy to simply kick or punch them in the face with the explosive force of a jet, doing humongous amounts of damage depending on the durability of the person he's fighting. He can also charge items, as stated above, with Kinetic Energy, so that they explode when making contact with a surface or person. Other techniques includes making 'Kinetic Rockets' by blasting pressurized Kinetic Energy from his form, for a massively explosive display of power, but he is still developing these sorts of techniques. Weakness: A major drawback of his power is that, if someone slowly slides a sharp object into his form, there's no Kinetic Energy to absorb, so it slides right in if he doesn't move in time. Also, sometimes, if he has too much Kinetic Energy in his form at one time, it can constantly 'implode' inside of him, bringing immense pain and internal bleeding; something that he simply can't heal from in a few weeks, which is why he's constantly using his Kinetic Energy so that his body will be ready to absorb more. On the off chance that he does run out of Kinetic Energy, meaning the Kinetic Energy he absorbs, and his natural Energy, he will go into a coma until someone, well, drops a boulder on his face from miles in the sky. Overstatement, but it goes in the same context. Appearance: Jason is seen as a rather lean young man of about average height, with blonde hair in a loose, wild, and yet oddly tamed style that's naturally how it is when he gets out of bed. His eyes are a deep purple, and his body has the definition of someone that exercises on a regular basis, or at least get's physical work done on a regular basis. Bio: Biography...a history Jason doesn't really bother with. He grew up like most children. A regular, average mother and father. In a really bad neighborhood. His dad was a drunk, and his mom, to put it bluntly, a skank. Life went on terribly normal enough; he had barely enough money to get into school, his powers - which he has known of since Day 1 - made it so that he had a lot more energy than most kids his age, and after getting into school, he decided to do odd jobs around the city; you know, to waste energy, when he wasn't running up and down tall buildings because he could seemingly never run out of stamina. His parents didn't care; they didn't care about a lot of things. Things happened, his father died of lung cancer, and his mother disappeared shortly after. Jason seriously didn't care. He got a normal apartment in the better part of the city, with his money and the government's stipend, and began harboring his powers more, as they grew each and every day. Sometimes, he felt as if he could easily destroy the city if the military blasted missiles at him. To cope, he decided to try something. Walking home from school, noted a gang...followed them. Long story short, the gang leader tried to hit him with a large bat. The bat bent on his head. Jason uppercutted the man. Man exploded into the sky, never to be seen again. That was that, and Jason just 'cleaned the streets', seeing it as another way to waste energy, and gain energy when necessary. Life continued this way for a while, he having bought his new white headphones and generally rockin' life, when things were noticed. He had apparently went over-board with destroying that entire underground drug smuggling ring. Woops. Be a hero? Puh-lease. But...it may be exciting. Other: His headphones are usually blasting incredibly loud rock music. It calms his nerves; Being made of destructive energy can make people rather edgy, after all. Because of this, sometimes he may not hear you, but mostly he pretends to not hear, just to make people angry.

Titans Together!

Do you want us to post our characters in the 'Characters' tab before you accept them? The decision tends to fluctuate from GM to GM.

Teen Titans/Young Justice/Superpower

Heh, looks fun. And I can help if necessary, if you'll accept it.

Dead Cruise

Gonna bump this. It looks fun~

Teen Titans/Young Justice/Superpower

I like this. Been wanting to make an OC that I actually spend time on.

The Elder Scrolls: A World Torn

I'm good anywhere. If it's in a city, my character would probably just having a quick drink or getting a bounty before he went back into the wilderness.

Dead Cruise

Character Sheet

Name: Devon Ashton Sex: Male Age: 19 Appearance: Devon is a tall, leanly muscular young man with fair skin and dark, feathery black hair that he doesn't really try to brush or comb. His face could be 'considered' handsome, but he doesn't really care what others think, as far as 'handsome' or 'pretty' goes. His clothing is generally practical, although it is known that he wears dark-colored hoodies, jeans, and boots over everything, so his actual clothing underneath it doesn't matter. He also likes baseball caps, so that too. Occupation: He was just a 'Runner'. Delivers packages and smuggle things. A pretty dangerous and rewarding line of work. Crew or Passenger: Passenger Improvised Weapon: Devon can make anything into a weapon. So, anything he sees; will probably be decided in the IC. Equipment of Note: He has a high-tech, black mobile phone that holds his contacts, messages, GPS, and of course, google. He also has a keyring he 'stole' from a bellboy. More like the clumsy dude dropped it and Devon took it off the floor. Character’s Starting Location: Bathroom, on the top floor.

Dead Island: Paradise Lost

Deathly, grim silence. Blaine Okoma rose up from his bed, eyes still half-asleep as something groaned from inside of his bathroom. Great...just great. Did he somehow have sex with a female before he went to sleep? He couldn't have; he hadn't drank anything that would have made him stupid enough to risk an STD or pregnancy, and drinking was a no-go for a football player, anyways. The muscular young man stumbled onto the floor, instincts automatically making him steady on his feet. The groaning got louder, and there was...a clawing noise, and then splashing, and then a louder, more inhumane groan. Okoma, now alert and cautious, snuck closer to the bathroom door, quietly trying the door-knob. Whatever was behind it got quiet, and then a low moan sounded out, and a body slammed against the wooden door, cracking it. Instinictively, with a grunt of surprise, Okoma leaped back, before narrowing his eyes and squaring his shoulders, as if he was getting ready for a game-winning tackle. Another claw, and the wood peeled back at face-level, revealing a horribly decomposed, graying face of a cleaning lady. He charged. His powerful tackle sent him through the wooden door in a hail of splinters and splaying body limbs. Instincts kicked in, as he locked powerful, tan arms around the thing's torso and slammed it head-first onto the toilet. Bringing back a fist, he abruptly sent if flying forward, a shower of gore coming from it's rotten head as he repeatedly slammed it's brains in with his fist. Once it stopped groaning, Okoma panted, crawling backwards and falling onto his butt. Now that he could see clearer..."Holy shit..." The normally cool football player gasped. A zombie. A motherfucking zombie. And he had just killed it. Standing on slightly shaky legs, Okoma glanced around once. He needed to get out of here. The room was stinking unbearably, and the darkness didn't ease his caution. Looking around for practically anything, Okoma grabbed what appeared to be a medpack off of the table, along with one of those compact, heavy-duty wrenches that was used for multiple things. He strapped it to his belt-loop, before narrowing his eyes and turning around. Just as he was about to dash into the hallway, he saw his figure in the mirror. Tall, muscular, tan - obviously of Native American descent. Short hair, handsome visage, wearing nothing but a bloodied white wife-beater and jeans/sneakers. Not the most durable of outfits, but it would work for now. Grabbing his NFL backpack as he ran out the door, Okoma strapped it to his back and began heading down the hallway at a decent speed, on the look-out for any rotten douchebags. He was seen as a cool, collected, and rather badass player in football and other sports such as MMA and Wrestling, but this...this was crazy.

Wrench

Riverwood Academy

I can change Seraph's name if you would like.