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Current Some of y'all are either too old to act the way you act, or too young to be taken seriously. Hard to tell some days.
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I was thinking about that, too but guess we’ll have to see what everyone else thinks.

Then we’ll have to nominate a GM or something.


I'm down to continue this, with a different GM but same characters and roughly similar premise if at all possible. I'm not one who wants to GM it, and wouldn't really care who runs it, cause I think anyone would do a great job.
Hey folks, sorry I've been silent for a bit. There was a lull so I divided my attention elsewhere. I'll get a post up for the good ol demo expert within the coming days.
Since the Dark Side seems to need a little boost and the initial Dev build doesn't seem to be needed for those boys, here's Dev Version 2: Electric Boogaloo.



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Updated the CS to flesh the character out more. I agree the character felt rushed before, but I tried to ground him a little more and flesh out his backstory a little more. I am sticking by the Dual Phase because of the significance it possesses to that fleshed out backstory, but if it is too big of an issue it can be removed as needed. Wanted something to make him stand out and give a slight asterisk to Dev's kill of his master.

EDIT: Went back to look at the other Sith sheets, and for some reason all of us chose to be somewhat decent pilots. So I decided to minimize that skill and added cooking and jerry-rigging as weird skills to help balance things out and flesh out Dev as more than a guy who cuts things up with a lightsaber.
Since the Dark Side seems to need a little boost and the initial Dev build doesn't seem to be needed for those boys, here's Dev Version 2: Electric Boogaloo.



La Vida: Streets




The week had been busy. The body count was rising significantly, especially through Knight's own work. He was skilled in the art of stealth and assassination, but his abilities helped when things got out of hand. This night was one of those nights. The bullets collided into his skin, collapsing upon reaching their intended mark instead of piercing Knight's skin. The officer watched in horror and amazement at the sight. Knight turned around, smiling beneath his gas mask as he stood amongst the corpses and viscera of at least a dozen gang members, both Hell Fire and Black Spider alike. Some of the gang members never got the chance to draw their weapons.

Things changed significantly for Knight in that moment. A simple impulse... an instinctive reaction changed it all. He swung the chain of his Kusarigama, the sharp balance on the end of the chain opposite the sickle slicing through the police officer's neck in an instant. The vigilante felt nothing as the officer gasped for breath, only able to suck down his own blood until the embrace of death enveloped him.

Needless to say, Knight was forced into a worse situation as the other officers who stood idly by drew their weapons and opened fire. They too met swift ends, Knight swinging the chain and wrapping it around the neck of one of the new hostiles and snapping it in an instant. The other two met a more personal end, as Knight reached the first officer and used the chain to direct the firearm at his comrade in blue, accidentally pulling the trigger with a small application of force. The sickle's blade then embedded itself into its target's neck. The masked vigilante clad in black was practically soaked in blood, both criminal and law enforcement. But his work wasn't over. He had more streets to prowl.

He was across the street, observing Wildheart approach the gunfight about to ensue. And he smiled slightly as another vigilante, one he didn't recognize, slid into the fray. It was clear that the individuals wished to back away. But Knight wasn't going to let that happen. The pain and the anger he felt... it needed to be released. And who better to take it than criminal scum?

Knight's brief entrance was marked by a single, well-placed throw of a kunai. It planted itself right into the heart of one of the Hell Fire gang members, knocking him down into the ground with force. The second kunai landed in the temple of one of the Black Spiders. Whether or not a fight commenced was up to them now. But there was little chance the Knight of La Vida was going to let them go.
A R S E N A L

Star City, California

January 1st, 2052 | 2:13pm | Queen Mansion


Roy Harper sighed, looking at the massive spread of ingredients siting upon the kitchen island. He was cooking for himself, Oliver, Dinah, Lian… and more importantly the special guest who was 13 minutes late to helping him begin cooking. Roy was never a patient person, and he was also not at all a skilled cook. Which is why the arrival of Waylon was incredibly important. Needless to say, the doorbell’s chimes were a godsend.

Roy of course knew when he opened the door that on the other side would be a eight foot tall, hulking man with green scales. The two men gave a brief smile and nod, with Croc leaning down slightly to pick up Roy in his arms and squeezing him a little too tightly. Roy gasped in pain, but Croc replaced the hero back onto the ground where he belonged. “How’ve you been, Crocie?” With a smile filled with razor sharp teeth, Waylon smiled down at the scarlet archer. “Well… the consulting job has been paying nicely.”

“Perk of being a former super villain is you become a hot commodity when people are looking for reformed criminals to find vulnerabilities in their security… I just get stuck teaching teenagers kung fu.”

The two were immediately on their way to the kitchen, laughing as usual. The two had grown close since Roy tried to get Croc to kill him on a rooftop what felt like ages ago. Waylon James, the villain and powerhouse that he was, did take Roy into his care and helped get him clean when no one else would. He was even the sponsor of Roy’s recovery in rehab, and later on in his support group. Helping Roy helped himself in the end, instilling a sense of responsibility in Croc that led him to leaving the villain life behind and working as a freelance security consultant. In a world with super villains, someone like Croc becomes very desirable for companies that want to ensure that they are “catastrophe” proof.

For the next two hours, the two caught up on what they were involved with. Roy shared stories of his students and the antics Lian would get involved with. Waylon, on his end, shared about some of the jobs he was hired for. Hell, Croc even managed to find himself a woman who loved him for who he was, but Roy stopped him before he could explain the physics of it. Needless to say, it was a pleasant time.

They had just finished getting the Turkeys out of the oven (one for Croc, one for the Queens/Harpers) when the two heard stirring in the lobby. Within moments, Oliver and Lian were there in the kitchen with Dinah following. Lian was already trying to get her fingers in the food while Roy chastised her, Croc and Oliver in the meantime embracing and joking with one another. Dinah just rolled her eyes before walking over to Roy and giving him a hug. As usual, it took a few minutes for the food to make its way to the table (with a few obvious morsels stolen by Lian and Oliver). During that time, Connor Hawke and his family arrived. Mia, Emiko, and the others were always on duty on New Years Day, so this was as close as the Arrow family could get to being all together to celebrate the New Year.

After an hour and a half of eating, drinking, and laughing, the Arrow family began to disperse into their usual duties. Waylon entertained Lian and Connor’s children in the ballroom whilst Connor’s wife helped keep an eye on them, Dinah and Oliver worked on the dishes (which usually resulted in Oliver splashing Dinah with water playfully over and over until it was no longer funny or cute), and Connor and Roy sat down for a drink to catch up. They were never particularly got along when they were younger, since Connor was the illegitimate child of the Green Arrow and Roy was just some orphan Queen picked up off the street to be his sidekick first. Now that they were both fathers and had reconciled their differences with Ollie, the two liked to catch each other up on what they had been up to.

As they sipped on their whiskey in the study, Roy made his way over to his desk, noticing a few notifications on his computer screen. With a few clicks, Roy pulled up the reports that were being routed through the Star City Hall of Justice. He had forgotten Perseus was going to send the mission brief… and Roy wished he had looked them over. The team was bringing Bloodsport in to the facility… and looking at the live reports feeding in from the Peacekeepers and local authorities, the place was barely armed. Perseus should have recognized the trap that his strike force was being led into. Like his father, the younger Luthor could be seriously blinded by his own ego.

Unfortunately, there was little Roy could do at this point, from his own study. He wasn’t the fastest man alive… he was just a regular guy with rather killer calves for his age. And those weren’t exactly going to get him to the desert in time to help the team if things went wrong. Of course, though, Connor picked up on how distraught his half-brother was. [color=tan]“What’s wrong, Roy? I haven’t seen you this stressed since you went back to teaching kids how to play with knives.”

The scarlet archer took another sip of his whiskey before looking back in the direction of his fellow Leaguer. “Al asked me to go back into the field.”

“That’s great, right?”

“No… I can’t go back out there, Connor. I’ve got to think about Lian, and Queen Industries needs me…”

Connor scoffed,leaning back in his chair as Roy stood hunched over the computer. “Those are just excuses, Roy. Excuses you never had before. Liam and the company weren’t on your mind when you jumped into the war… you disappeared for a year and then came back begging for essentially a desk job. What happened over there?”

Roy’s eyes rose to meet Connor’s, a slow-boiling anger tempered with fear brimming in his blue irises. “It doesn’t matter. I turned Perseus down, and he ended up walking into a trap with Robert at his side. Just hope things don’t go too sideways.”
Tossing my hat in for a second character, kind of an obvious choice.




If you're still accepting more, willing to run a telekinetic member of the wait staff.
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