Well, that or a metro-modern artist.
@.@
Glad I make her amusing. I like RPing dark characters but hate making them too edgy.
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Miss Alice Revya Rose
Alice simply shrugged, not exactly caring what was in the quarantine zone. "Guess I'll do it. Throwing your corpse in would be easy enough, but I assume you want to be alive. So it's the guards that are going down." Another implication, but just to be sure she stated it clearly. "They'll probably need some healing, Phoenix, so you should come along and decide what to do when we're there." She didn't like guns, and she especially didn't like when people fired at her. Often Alice resorted to snapping their arms to make up for it. She did like doing that, after all. The woman looked between the two men before looking up, determining east with simplicity, and walking that way.
She put back her shades on, previously having put them in her pockets for the conversations. Miss Rose flipped her pizza hat backwards, and in the same movement unceremoniously picked up a ripped blue-jean jacket from an unconscious thug. It took some shaking and a bit of kicking to get the thug free, but she did it easy enough and put on the jacket. She proceeded to kick off her shoes, then take off her socks. As a finishing touch, Alice then ripped off one of her black pants legs. At this point she looked completely ridiculous, but that was the point. A ridiculous outfit meant a superhero or a supervillain. Which meant they would tend to continue to wear that outfit. It was an easy enough way to trick people into focusing on the wrong thing, instead of things that were hard to change, such as body type and height.
Alice simply shrugged, not exactly caring what was in the quarantine zone. "Guess I'll do it. Throwing your corpse in would be easy enough, but I assume you want to be alive. So it's the guards that are going down." Another implication, but just to be sure she stated it clearly. "They'll probably need some healing, Phoenix, so you should come along and decide what to do when we're there." She didn't like guns, and she especially didn't like when people fired at her. Often Alice resorted to snapping their arms to make up for it. She did like doing that, after all. The woman looked between the two men before looking up, determining east with simplicity, and walking that way.
She put back her shades on, previously having put them in her pockets for the conversations. Miss Rose flipped her pizza hat backwards, and in the same movement unceremoniously picked up a ripped blue-jean jacket from an unconscious thug. It took some shaking and a bit of kicking to get the thug free, but she did it easy enough and put on the jacket. She proceeded to kick off her shoes, then take off her socks. As a finishing touch, Alice then ripped off one of her black pants legs. At this point she looked completely ridiculous, but that was the point. A ridiculous outfit meant a superhero or a supervillain. Which meant they would tend to continue to wear that outfit. It was an easy enough way to trick people into focusing on the wrong thing, instead of things that were hard to change, such as body type and height.
Miss Alice Revya Rose
It seems 'Conduit' had approached her for a particular reason. But that would have to wait. Maybe. It seems introductions were due all around. "Well if we're going by fake names, mine is Alice Rose." It hardly seemed like a superhero name. But it was fake, even if she had gone by that name for the longest time. Revya had turned into Rose. Slinging around her father's name was not a good idea, even if Earth was in the galactic boonies. "Though Phoenix, I have to say I don't know the man. You would probably be best asking him." Alice was annoyed that one of them had denied the pizza, and showed as much with her body and words, if not her face. A cross of the arms, shifting her balance back to one foot, a cold and slightly scornful response. But here she redirected her attention to Conduit, and more importantly the pizza box in his hands. "It's good to ask people questions directly, even if you have to give up a little something." A clear enough signal that he could ask his question now, or hold it off until Phoenix left. But in return he'd most certainly have to pay for that pizza. Hopefully she had made it clear enough, sometimes people never really got the hints.
It seems 'Conduit' had approached her for a particular reason. But that would have to wait. Maybe. It seems introductions were due all around. "Well if we're going by fake names, mine is Alice Rose." It hardly seemed like a superhero name. But it was fake, even if she had gone by that name for the longest time. Revya had turned into Rose. Slinging around her father's name was not a good idea, even if Earth was in the galactic boonies. "Though Phoenix, I have to say I don't know the man. You would probably be best asking him." Alice was annoyed that one of them had denied the pizza, and showed as much with her body and words, if not her face. A cross of the arms, shifting her balance back to one foot, a cold and slightly scornful response. But here she redirected her attention to Conduit, and more importantly the pizza box in his hands. "It's good to ask people questions directly, even if you have to give up a little something." A clear enough signal that he could ask his question now, or hold it off until Phoenix left. But in return he'd most certainly have to pay for that pizza. Hopefully she had made it clear enough, sometimes people never really got the hints.
I'll post again in a bit since we're just carrying on a conversation.
Pity Revya's so careless, or she'd know about Damien.
Pity Revya's so careless, or she'd know about Damien.
Blackwolf said
I want there to be a Dah Phoenix joke so bad right now...on a side not...I can't stop laughing...that is one way to deliver a pizza I suppose
Pizza delivered. To who? Doesn't matter.
And I was thinking of making that joke too. @.@
Miss Alice Revya Rose
Huh. Seemed someone was friendly down in these parts. She wasn't expecting that. That's why she volunteered for the job. The male seemed to think she was rather strong. "Well..." She was interrupted by the sound of more street rats. Though rather than the actual perpetrator, they seemed to think another passer-by was guilty. "It's more like you're weak. You're admitting that when you call someone else strong." She didn't seem to rag on him for it, nor did the woman known as Alice seem to care about his shape, outfit, or the odd situation for salutations. Maybe she was too busy watching the odd beat down that occurred in front of their eyes. She already had a piece of the pizza out, and was munching on it as if the scene was nothing more than a sound disoriented movie. "They'd probably call him strong. I wouldn't." The fight finished, Revya doing nothing more than watching. It certainly didn't look like it would be a prolonged battle. Once this friendly guy left, she could pillage what the thugs had in their pockets.
But he didn't leave. Not before the more imposing guy had already left, thugs dealt with. Miss Rose was about to approach the subject of what the hell the remaining guy wanted, when another character showed up on scene. Well, at least she got to finish her pizza slice. The approaching man seemed to be rather purposeful, and straightforward at least. Staring blankly at his arrival, she watched him ask her recent acquaintance on who the other more recent acquaintance was. After introducing himself, sort of. Was a fake name even an introduction? But seeing him extend his hand, Revya saw her chance to get rid of one trouble, at least. She casually swung the messed up box of pizza around, placing it in Phoenix's outstretched hand before Dirk could react. "That'll be $8.99 plus any tips." A simple and clear expectation without any hint of malic, slyness, or even humor.
Huh. Seemed someone was friendly down in these parts. She wasn't expecting that. That's why she volunteered for the job. The male seemed to think she was rather strong. "Well..." She was interrupted by the sound of more street rats. Though rather than the actual perpetrator, they seemed to think another passer-by was guilty. "It's more like you're weak. You're admitting that when you call someone else strong." She didn't seem to rag on him for it, nor did the woman known as Alice seem to care about his shape, outfit, or the odd situation for salutations. Maybe she was too busy watching the odd beat down that occurred in front of their eyes. She already had a piece of the pizza out, and was munching on it as if the scene was nothing more than a sound disoriented movie. "They'd probably call him strong. I wouldn't." The fight finished, Revya doing nothing more than watching. It certainly didn't look like it would be a prolonged battle. Once this friendly guy left, she could pillage what the thugs had in their pockets.
But he didn't leave. Not before the more imposing guy had already left, thugs dealt with. Miss Rose was about to approach the subject of what the hell the remaining guy wanted, when another character showed up on scene. Well, at least she got to finish her pizza slice. The approaching man seemed to be rather purposeful, and straightforward at least. Staring blankly at his arrival, she watched him ask her recent acquaintance on who the other more recent acquaintance was. After introducing himself, sort of. Was a fake name even an introduction? But seeing him extend his hand, Revya saw her chance to get rid of one trouble, at least. She casually swung the messed up box of pizza around, placing it in Phoenix's outstretched hand before Dirk could react. "That'll be $8.99 plus any tips." A simple and clear expectation without any hint of malic, slyness, or even humor.
Miss Alice Revya Rose
Being homeless wasn’t so bad. Not when you could take whatever you wanted and didn’t mind the consequences. Breaking in a house when no one was home. Eat some of their cereal. Go ‘shopping’ through their clothes. Clean up. Alice did bring her own toothbrush. That was one of the few things she bothered to keep with her. Sometimes she ran into kids. She’d just play a few games with them and they wouldn’t mind her staying. Sometimes the kids were older, sometimes it was adults who were as irresponsible as kids. Just a bit of violence fixed that problem. At this point, she was pretty good at just knocking people senseless.
Still, Miss Rose did have a sense of responsibility, and as such she found it would be suitable to have at least some source of income. Money was king, and it was much easier to buy some things than hope that some house somewhere would have it. So she had gotten a job at a run-down pizza shack. It seems they were pretty desperate to hire, since many of their employees took a leave or simply quit. Something about being near a quarantined zone, Alice didn’t really know. Or care. She had never been sick here on Earth. Not beyond the first few flus, colds, and vaccinations. That didn’t count as never did it?
But back to the point, the pizza delivery part-time woman girl was busy staring down some thugs. It wasn’t very effective with sunglasses and some ridiculously logo’d company hat. Quizza Pizza. Did that even make sense? Ah, Alice was sure she missed some part of the recollection that had gotten her in this situation, but it didn’t really matter. Do what you want, deal with the consequences, and forget the rest. She went into action, smacking one thug down with the pizza box, smashing her foot in another’s jaw, and tossing the remaining thug (who tried to run mind you,) into a garbage can. It didn’t matter if the food was ruined in the process. She could just coerce the customer into paying anyways. ”Now where’s 216 Oak Street…?”
Being homeless wasn’t so bad. Not when you could take whatever you wanted and didn’t mind the consequences. Breaking in a house when no one was home. Eat some of their cereal. Go ‘shopping’ through their clothes. Clean up. Alice did bring her own toothbrush. That was one of the few things she bothered to keep with her. Sometimes she ran into kids. She’d just play a few games with them and they wouldn’t mind her staying. Sometimes the kids were older, sometimes it was adults who were as irresponsible as kids. Just a bit of violence fixed that problem. At this point, she was pretty good at just knocking people senseless.
Still, Miss Rose did have a sense of responsibility, and as such she found it would be suitable to have at least some source of income. Money was king, and it was much easier to buy some things than hope that some house somewhere would have it. So she had gotten a job at a run-down pizza shack. It seems they were pretty desperate to hire, since many of their employees took a leave or simply quit. Something about being near a quarantined zone, Alice didn’t really know. Or care. She had never been sick here on Earth. Not beyond the first few flus, colds, and vaccinations. That didn’t count as never did it?
But back to the point, the pizza delivery part-time woman girl was busy staring down some thugs. It wasn’t very effective with sunglasses and some ridiculously logo’d company hat. Quizza Pizza. Did that even make sense? Ah, Alice was sure she missed some part of the recollection that had gotten her in this situation, but it didn’t really matter. Do what you want, deal with the consequences, and forget the rest. She went into action, smacking one thug down with the pizza box, smashing her foot in another’s jaw, and tossing the remaining thug (who tried to run mind you,) into a garbage can. It didn’t matter if the food was ruined in the process. She could just coerce the customer into paying anyways. ”Now where’s 216 Oak Street…?”
Considering the universe we're in, radiation might actually boost our abilities.
*Rolling my eyes over here*
*Rolling my eyes over here*
Speaking of, I posted my bio at the top of the page. I hope the RP isn't full yet?
Name: Alice Rose
Alias: Revya; her Father's last name.
Age: 21
Alignment: Villainous neutral
Appearance: While her inner self tends to come from her inhuman father, Alice's outer self is mostly that of her human mother. She's bit shorter than average, but not much. Inheirited from her father, she has clear light red eyes and dark red hair.
Powers: Superhuman strength, speed, and durability. She can generate destructive black lightning at low levels by herself, but has the drawback of greatly draining energy. The energy does not work like electricity, and is primarily for pure destruction. To supplement the black lightning, she is able to temporarily drain life forms of their energy by touch, or more effectively super-powered beings of their abilities. The process is relatively quick at a few seconds for most supernaturals, making it useful, but not a trump-card against enemies. Both Alice's physical abilities and natural black lightning limits can be augmented in a similar fashion. The person has to agree to it, in words if not in spirit, and after Revya is able to permanently take their energy to increase her base physical and black lightning abilities. In addition, Alice is able to tell where the person is with a galactic range. Unlike the other temporary absorption ability, this doesn't require touch. This process can be nullified by Revya agreeing to give the energy back.
Summary: Physical+ ||| Destructive black energy/lightning ||| Temporary energy absorption/power drain on touch |||| Permanent energy absorption/power drain on verbal agreement
Weaknesses: Her abilities are rather straightforward. Alice's absorption powers require touching someone, and that can be rather dangerous on supernatural beings, even given her physical prowess. In addition, the permanent absorption can be reversed, as mentioned.
Personality: Alice often doesn’t show her emotions through facial expressions, and on top of that her light red eyes are alien enough to make her seem dead inside. She also tends say what she’s going to say without much bravado. And on top of all of this, she has a carefree attitude. But despite all these, she does have emotions and can often follow them without much thought. Betrayal is a major concern of hers, and so Alice doesn’t often trust people. Her responses to being betrayed are often over the top and violent.
Brief Bio: Her father was a galactic space pirate, and a rather well known one at that. It was hard for information to spread across the emptiness of space, but his face had made it more so than most celebrities. Half the time he was on the run, and the other half he was busy pirating, of course. So it was completely understandable that he dumped his woman and child on Earth, without much ceremony or promise of return. The mother was bitter, but the child, Alice, understood as she grew older. At least he hadn’t simply killed them, or used them as bait. That’s what she would have done, her father was certainly a better man than her. Even if he wasn’t human. Alice’s mother was though, and that was what killed her. Humans made mistakes, and it was their own fault. The girl had made enough of a point to the woman that she respected her father, if nothing else. But the woman had fallen in love again, and she had made the mistake to bring him home without telling Alice.
Naturally, both of them were dead now. Alice had taken to the streets, living as she wished. She still lived that way, the blood of a pirate almost casually driving her actions. She took what she needed, ran when she needed, and knocked people down when needed. No killing, of course. None of them really deserved it, and if she kept up her pacifistic ways then maybe they’d stop chasing her.
Alias: Revya; her Father's last name.
Age: 21
Alignment: Villainous neutral
Appearance: While her inner self tends to come from her inhuman father, Alice's outer self is mostly that of her human mother. She's bit shorter than average, but not much. Inheirited from her father, she has clear light red eyes and dark red hair.
Powers: Superhuman strength, speed, and durability. She can generate destructive black lightning at low levels by herself, but has the drawback of greatly draining energy. The energy does not work like electricity, and is primarily for pure destruction. To supplement the black lightning, she is able to temporarily drain life forms of their energy by touch, or more effectively super-powered beings of their abilities. The process is relatively quick at a few seconds for most supernaturals, making it useful, but not a trump-card against enemies. Both Alice's physical abilities and natural black lightning limits can be augmented in a similar fashion. The person has to agree to it, in words if not in spirit, and after Revya is able to permanently take their energy to increase her base physical and black lightning abilities. In addition, Alice is able to tell where the person is with a galactic range. Unlike the other temporary absorption ability, this doesn't require touch. This process can be nullified by Revya agreeing to give the energy back.
Summary: Physical+ ||| Destructive black energy/lightning ||| Temporary energy absorption/power drain on touch |||| Permanent energy absorption/power drain on verbal agreement
Weaknesses: Her abilities are rather straightforward. Alice's absorption powers require touching someone, and that can be rather dangerous on supernatural beings, even given her physical prowess. In addition, the permanent absorption can be reversed, as mentioned.
Personality: Alice often doesn’t show her emotions through facial expressions, and on top of that her light red eyes are alien enough to make her seem dead inside. She also tends say what she’s going to say without much bravado. And on top of all of this, she has a carefree attitude. But despite all these, she does have emotions and can often follow them without much thought. Betrayal is a major concern of hers, and so Alice doesn’t often trust people. Her responses to being betrayed are often over the top and violent.
Brief Bio: Her father was a galactic space pirate, and a rather well known one at that. It was hard for information to spread across the emptiness of space, but his face had made it more so than most celebrities. Half the time he was on the run, and the other half he was busy pirating, of course. So it was completely understandable that he dumped his woman and child on Earth, without much ceremony or promise of return. The mother was bitter, but the child, Alice, understood as she grew older. At least he hadn’t simply killed them, or used them as bait. That’s what she would have done, her father was certainly a better man than her. Even if he wasn’t human. Alice’s mother was though, and that was what killed her. Humans made mistakes, and it was their own fault. The girl had made enough of a point to the woman that she respected her father, if nothing else. But the woman had fallen in love again, and she had made the mistake to bring him home without telling Alice.
Naturally, both of them were dead now. Alice had taken to the streets, living as she wished. She still lived that way, the blood of a pirate almost casually driving her actions. She took what she needed, ran when she needed, and knocked people down when needed. No killing, of course. None of them really deserved it, and if she kept up her pacifistic ways then maybe they’d stop chasing her.
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