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What does the scouter say about the talent level?Sir Strange Of The House Lycan said:
We were waiting for revolverwolf, but he can't make it,and Yorg, who I assumed would be coming, but hasn't shown yet... (unless I'm blind)Crayzor said:
Other than that, we're pretty much ready...
I may get a sheet for 3W up soon, but that's only a maybe =P
Look to my coming at first light on Wednesday. At dawn, look to the East.ThreeWords said:
[sup][sup](I'll post my sheet tomorrow morning.)[/sup][/sup]
Well allow me to amp the douchiness up a little more, if you will.Nukey said:
Name: Evan Lucas
Age: 24
Appearance: 6'2", 188 pounds, Caucasian, dirty blond hair, blue eyes, chinstrap beard the same color as his hair. Wears a red t-shirt, under a battered brown leather jacket, with jeans and a pair of black sneakers. Doesn't have time to go into further detail on his appearance, because he kinda has things going on, ya know?
Power: Oh nothing special, just, ya know, pyrokinesis. Means I get to control fire. Create fire. Make fire my *****.
Short biography: Fine, but if I gotta do this, I'mma make it good.
It all starts with a boy, born in the wooded suburbs outside of Urbis. He was a happy kid; laughing, playing, growing up, making mistakes, totally normal life. He was doing pretty well, had a good group of friends, a posse. Hung out together up until one night when he was 18 everything changed forever.
This kid right? Went to a bonfire party at his buddy's house. Standard teenage fare; booze, broads, booming bass music, the works. It was a great time, everyone was having a blast. Having had a few of the brews, I was feeling the tunes, so I started to dance up a storm, right in front of the fire. The folks were loving it, the girls were eyeing it, so I got a bit bolder. I climbed up on top of the cinder blocks making the fire pit, making a show. There were a couple of gasps but the majority kept roaring. So I stuck my hand over the flames, my head, whatever. I was literally dancing with fire. But the thing about the booze was, I don't have the impressive tolerance I have now, you know? So the alcohol was hitting me, and I couldn't keep upright anymore. And I fell, right into the middle of the inferno! Everyone starts screaming 'Pull him out! Pull him out!' But you know, I didn't take anything from that fire. I climbed right out. Not a singe on me. Everyone's wondering what they just saw. I'm wondering how awesome I just became, but they didn't see it. They freaked out even more than before. 'Oh my god, Evan's a Super! Evan's a Super!' I reached back into the fire, pulled out a little ball of it, held it in my hand. It got bigger, like I was fueling it. I dropped it back in the fire. It was pretty cool. But you know, I was marked from then on. Wherever I went, everyone wanted to see the flames, you know. Wanted to see me dominate them. So I did. Give the public what it wants, right? So that's what I do now. I'm a one man fire department here in Urbis. I just soak it up like sunshine. I like to think I'm part of the reason we haven't been run out of town like I hear from other places. But you never want to be too careful.
Age: 24
Appearance: 6'2", 188 pounds, Caucasian, dirty blond hair, blue eyes, chinstrap beard the same color as his hair. Wears a red t-shirt, under a battered brown leather jacket, with jeans and a pair of black sneakers. Doesn't have time to go into further detail on his appearance, because he kinda has things going on, ya know?
Power: Oh nothing special, just, ya know, pyrokinesis. Means I get to control fire. Create fire. Make fire my *****.
Short biography: Fine, but if I gotta do this, I'mma make it good.
It all starts with a boy, born in the wooded suburbs outside of Urbis. He was a happy kid; laughing, playing, growing up, making mistakes, totally normal life. He was doing pretty well, had a good group of friends, a posse. Hung out together up until one night when he was 18 everything changed forever.
This kid right? Went to a bonfire party at his buddy's house. Standard teenage fare; booze, broads, booming bass music, the works. It was a great time, everyone was having a blast. Having had a few of the brews, I was feeling the tunes, so I started to dance up a storm, right in front of the fire. The folks were loving it, the girls were eyeing it, so I got a bit bolder. I climbed up on top of the cinder blocks making the fire pit, making a show. There were a couple of gasps but the majority kept roaring. So I stuck my hand over the flames, my head, whatever. I was literally dancing with fire. But the thing about the booze was, I don't have the impressive tolerance I have now, you know? So the alcohol was hitting me, and I couldn't keep upright anymore. And I fell, right into the middle of the inferno! Everyone starts screaming 'Pull him out! Pull him out!' But you know, I didn't take anything from that fire. I climbed right out. Not a singe on me. Everyone's wondering what they just saw. I'm wondering how awesome I just became, but they didn't see it. They freaked out even more than before. 'Oh my god, Evan's a Super! Evan's a Super!' I reached back into the fire, pulled out a little ball of it, held it in my hand. It got bigger, like I was fueling it. I dropped it back in the fire. It was pretty cool. But you know, I was marked from then on. Wherever I went, everyone wanted to see the flames, you know. Wanted to see me dominate them. So I did. Give the public what it wants, right? So that's what I do now. I'm a one man fire department here in Urbis. I just soak it up like sunshine. I like to think I'm part of the reason we haven't been run out of town like I hear from other places. But you never want to be too careful.
When is this starting, then? Just so I know how much time I have until my bad conscience has to kick in and my creative juices start flowing.
Let there be Lightman!
Name: Saul Michael Fort (alias)
Age: 46
Appearance: Saul is of average height and build, with a body that suggests a good deal of strenuous physical activity in his younger years. His face, though more thin and drawn than in years past, still holds a strong quality about the jaw and cheekbones. Many lines, drawn both by laughter and by pain, are etched around his mouth, at the corners of his eyes, and across his brow. Although his medium-length dirty blonde hair is streaked with a good many gray strands and thinning into a rather prominant widow's peak, it still maintains it's wild, unmanageable appearance. His full beard and sideburns, on the other hand, are very neat looking.
Saul is not one for complicated or fancy clothing. He wears normal, comfortable dress attire most of the time; a white button-up shirt and a brown suit. He typically wears sneakers instead of dress shoes. Saul aso carries a plain-looking old cane with electrical tape around the handle, although it is apparent he does not need it to walk.
Personality: Though Saul does maintain a calm and collected demeanor to most eyes, it is often apparent that this attitude is shakily held together, and only thinly veils a much more troubled man beneath. He is pessimistic much of the time, and constantly worried, though he may not show it. He is paranoid, and thinks constantly about every possible outcome. Saul is a man on a mission, however, one that is apparently of grave magnitude. One that he must complete. Despite his concerns and paranoia he seems to actually fear very little.
Powers: Saul has the ability to control the amount of kinetic energy which is transferred between objects within a certain range around himself. This power's effectiveness depends upon the amount of kinetic transfer happening nearby; the more collisions happening around him, the larger the range of his power and the greater the amount of his control.
Bio: The history of "Saul Fort" is vague and mostly unknown to all besides himself and a select few friends. His early life is simple enough; he was born and grew up in a fishing town in southern Main, got married to his childhood sweetheart, took a year of college in New York and then joined the military. He had an active career for several years as part of a special operations unit, but that's where the story, for all intents and purposes, ends. He was killed in action at the age of 26, in a helicopter crash near the southern tip of Argentina.
Age: 46
Appearance: Saul is of average height and build, with a body that suggests a good deal of strenuous physical activity in his younger years. His face, though more thin and drawn than in years past, still holds a strong quality about the jaw and cheekbones. Many lines, drawn both by laughter and by pain, are etched around his mouth, at the corners of his eyes, and across his brow. Although his medium-length dirty blonde hair is streaked with a good many gray strands and thinning into a rather prominant widow's peak, it still maintains it's wild, unmanageable appearance. His full beard and sideburns, on the other hand, are very neat looking.
Saul is not one for complicated or fancy clothing. He wears normal, comfortable dress attire most of the time; a white button-up shirt and a brown suit. He typically wears sneakers instead of dress shoes. Saul aso carries a plain-looking old cane with electrical tape around the handle, although it is apparent he does not need it to walk.
Personality: Though Saul does maintain a calm and collected demeanor to most eyes, it is often apparent that this attitude is shakily held together, and only thinly veils a much more troubled man beneath. He is pessimistic much of the time, and constantly worried, though he may not show it. He is paranoid, and thinks constantly about every possible outcome. Saul is a man on a mission, however, one that is apparently of grave magnitude. One that he must complete. Despite his concerns and paranoia he seems to actually fear very little.
Powers: Saul has the ability to control the amount of kinetic energy which is transferred between objects within a certain range around himself. This power's effectiveness depends upon the amount of kinetic transfer happening nearby; the more collisions happening around him, the larger the range of his power and the greater the amount of his control.
Bio: The history of "Saul Fort" is vague and mostly unknown to all besides himself and a select few friends. His early life is simple enough; he was born and grew up in a fishing town in southern Main, got married to his childhood sweetheart, took a year of college in New York and then joined the military. He had an active career for several years as part of a special operations unit, but that's where the story, for all intents and purposes, ends. He was killed in action at the age of 26, in a helicopter crash near the southern tip of Argentina.
The surviving members of Saul's special operations unit are still with him to this day. A few years after his "death" they all received multiple purple hearts and early retirement for their actions in an overseas war, and since then they've been helping Saul with his mission in whatever way they can. His task leads him into a lot of risky business, and without the help of his friends it's unlikely he ever would have come as far as he has.
Leon Ramses: Saul's closest friend, and the unit's leader since the beginning. A big black man standing at 6 foot 4 inches and built like one of the heroes on Greek pottery, he is certainly an intimidating sight. His voice is deep and authorative, and his eyes are piercing. His head is bald now but his beard is full and speckled with respectable gray. He is now the unit's primary supplier of weapons and equipment.
Raleigh Martin: The medic and engineer. He's an average sized white male with a runner's physique and a jovial attitude. He is the youngest of the group, though that's not saying much. His hair is still intact, at least. He was married to Helen, the unit's top sniper, until she died four years ago.
Bob Loss: Robert is a skilled sniper and field tactician, who's been with the unit for a long time. He's the oldest of the group. Bob is quiet stoic and reserved, though good whiskey can sometimes loosen his tongue.
The Others: Terrence Highet, Cal Rightford, Reggie Bard, Sam Rightford [small](not realated to Cal)[/small], and Martin Tanner. Terrence and Cal are snipers. Reggie, Sam and Martin are your basic all-around Special-ops badasses.
Leon Ramses: Saul's closest friend, and the unit's leader since the beginning. A big black man standing at 6 foot 4 inches and built like one of the heroes on Greek pottery, he is certainly an intimidating sight. His voice is deep and authorative, and his eyes are piercing. His head is bald now but his beard is full and speckled with respectable gray. He is now the unit's primary supplier of weapons and equipment.
Raleigh Martin: The medic and engineer. He's an average sized white male with a runner's physique and a jovial attitude. He is the youngest of the group, though that's not saying much. His hair is still intact, at least. He was married to Helen, the unit's top sniper, until she died four years ago.
Bob Loss: Robert is a skilled sniper and field tactician, who's been with the unit for a long time. He's the oldest of the group. Bob is quiet stoic and reserved, though good whiskey can sometimes loosen his tongue.
The Others: Terrence Highet, Cal Rightford, Reggie Bard, Sam Rightford [small](not realated to Cal)[/small], and Martin Tanner. Terrence and Cal are snipers. Reggie, Sam and Martin are your basic all-around Special-ops badasses.
Because people are insane and/or don't have the free time to devote to such an awesome RP?Sir Strange Of The House Lycan said:
Ah, damn it all to hell. I'll make a sheet. Be patient with me. Give me until tomorrow evening and I might have something by then. I always prefer superpower/natural Rps myself.
EDIT: Can someone give me inspiration? I don't know if I can come up with something by tomorrow without some help.
EDIT: Can someone give me inspiration? I don't know if I can come up with something by tomorrow without some help.
You into manga at all, Ken? If so, I can direct you no further than the miracle that is Jojo's Bizarre Adventure [http://www.mangarush.com/manga/jojo39s-bizarre-adventure/441]. It has some of the most inventive and original powers I've ever seen, and I can almost guarantee it'd really help to get the creative juices flowing if you gave it a glance.Broken Orange said:
...My my, Nukey. That is a fantastically weird question.Nukey said:I have a weird question to ask relating to your powers, one that I will probably regret asking, but what happens when Dyme plays Little Girls by Oingo Biongo?Sam G said:
Well, I s'pose since the exact lyrics are "I love little girls, they make me feel so good," he'd probably... transform into a pedophile, or something. Thankfully, it's unlikely we'll ever find ourselves in a situation wherein it would be necessary for him to invoke such a power, so the exact details are likely to remain a mystery.
