The Goldmar Incident: A Superhero Role-Play { Accepting Applicants via PM }
- Thread starter CounterAttack
- Start date
Recommended Videos
The three sides have been around for a long while, each tolerating the presence of the others, but have only been engaged in their turfwar for the past five and a half years. If there was a reason for it starting, no-one involved remembers it. The turfwar doesn't look like it's about to stop any time soon even with the SHPD attempting to contain it.Belmarc said:
The colours of the Burning Brands are red, white and gold, while the Titans wear no specific colour of clothing. Instead they wear bandannas tied around their heads and upper arms. The colour of the bandanna shows the gang member's rank: white for new members; green for experienced, trusted fighters; and grey for the Titans' inner circle and elites.
seems neat, and I'm a sucker for super powers so here you go
here's hoping for power sets that won't scare the bird
Name: Aria Valentine
Age: 22
Sex: female
Appearance: Aria stands 5'11" has a light tan and is in decent physical condition. She has long blonde hair she wears down or back and blue eyes. she tends to favor a more 'tomboyish' look in terms of clothing, jeans, t-shirt or tank top, and boots.
Personality: Aria is rather soft spoken, or quiet a lot of the time, not because she's shy, she just doesn't have much to say, and has a habit of being brutally honest, and expects the same in return, and seems to have a talent for singing and with animals
Biography: Aria was born second of three in the Valentine family and is the only girl. While her mother, Jessica, showed her children equal affection, her father paid her very little mind, instead focusing on his sons, leaving Aria to compete for attention from her mother. The family moved to Silverhollow while Aria was 4, her father, Mathew Valentine got a job offer he could not pass up, settling in Stonefalcon, where her family still lives.
Aria's school lie was fairly normal and never dipped below a B- for grades all the way through elementary, middle and high schools, but she was always out shined, at least in her fathers eyes, by her brothers, the eldest of which got a Football scholarship while she had to apply to the university like every one else, which was more of a 'lst resort' rather then a 'first choice'. it had been discovered fairly early on Aria had a talent for singing, she had even won singing competitions with fair reliability, but as high school graduation approached her father made it clear he had no interest in helping Aria pursue a music career, with 'You should find a real job and not waste time on such silly fantasy's' being the general reply. Naturally, this never went over well, and only served to widen an already insurmountable gap between not just Aria and her father, but her brothers as well, whom liked to take their fathers side in these matters, while Jessica ended up taking Aria's side more and more in terms of what her future should be.
currently Aria is studying to become a Veterinarian, given that she has a way with animals and that she generally likes them more then people
Notes:
She has a pet raven named Muninn likes to keep with her when not in class.
She has weak ties to most her family, her mother is the only one she really speaks to at all
Age: 22
Sex: female
Appearance: Aria stands 5'11" has a light tan and is in decent physical condition. She has long blonde hair she wears down or back and blue eyes. she tends to favor a more 'tomboyish' look in terms of clothing, jeans, t-shirt or tank top, and boots.
Personality: Aria is rather soft spoken, or quiet a lot of the time, not because she's shy, she just doesn't have much to say, and has a habit of being brutally honest, and expects the same in return, and seems to have a talent for singing and with animals
Biography: Aria was born second of three in the Valentine family and is the only girl. While her mother, Jessica, showed her children equal affection, her father paid her very little mind, instead focusing on his sons, leaving Aria to compete for attention from her mother. The family moved to Silverhollow while Aria was 4, her father, Mathew Valentine got a job offer he could not pass up, settling in Stonefalcon, where her family still lives.
Aria's school lie was fairly normal and never dipped below a B- for grades all the way through elementary, middle and high schools, but she was always out shined, at least in her fathers eyes, by her brothers, the eldest of which got a Football scholarship while she had to apply to the university like every one else, which was more of a 'lst resort' rather then a 'first choice'. it had been discovered fairly early on Aria had a talent for singing, she had even won singing competitions with fair reliability, but as high school graduation approached her father made it clear he had no interest in helping Aria pursue a music career, with 'You should find a real job and not waste time on such silly fantasy's' being the general reply. Naturally, this never went over well, and only served to widen an already insurmountable gap between not just Aria and her father, but her brothers as well, whom liked to take their fathers side in these matters, while Jessica ended up taking Aria's side more and more in terms of what her future should be.
currently Aria is studying to become a Veterinarian, given that she has a way with animals and that she generally likes them more then people
Notes:
She has a pet raven named Muninn likes to keep with her when not in class.
She has weak ties to most her family, her mother is the only one she really speaks to at all
here's hoping for power sets that won't scare the bird
1.While I'm tempted to make a sheet, can we have our PC slowly develop into a Super-Villain? I.E. Rather then fighting the Gangs or saving people, He finds that a life of crime might be more profitable, Maybe bring in some conflict with the rest of our merry band?CounterAttack said:
2. is Skype REALLY needed to get in? Just I personally can't stand opening it up and waiting for it to load 10000 Instant Messages and the last time I used it in a RP, we never got anything done due to the constant stream of IM.
That and I don't trust that program after it re-installed itself on it's own onto my laptop once.
As a possible counter, I am online most hours and I WILL read any and all messages you send to me, This includes the rest of the group.
3. You have a set limit on how long posts can be? Just I see some RP's and the amount of text in them is MINDBLOWING.
Just a comparison:
Things had seemed to be going great. Swell had been knocked out, Ventus was still moderately healthy, and the fight was undeniably leaning in Matt's favor. If Jack brought Chopper back out, then Ventus could probably take him too, and if it was Kip, then Matt could just switch out for Persephone. Yeah, everything seemed to be working out great.
It took seconds for it all to go to hell.
*BABABOOOOOM*
The floor beneath Matt's feet shuddered and buckled as an explosion in the arena's center hurled up a massive cloud of dust and debris. Reflexively bringing his arms in front of his face, the trainer cried out as he was showered with bits of rock and shards of metal. Blood staining his jacket sleeves crimson, he fell backwards, landing roughly on his back with pain dancing all over his body.
Squinting, Matt tried to peer through the shroud of smoke that poured from the hole in the stadium's ground. To his shock, a man soon emerged from the cloud, a snarl on his face and rage burning in his eyes. "Well then. How'd you like to be the first to surrender your Pokémon, kiddo?"
"Pidgerrroooooooo!"
Before Matt could even process the situation, much less formulate a response, Ventus was tearing through the air, lancing towards the interloper with claws and talons. No one, NO ONE, threatened his trainer and got away with it.
But as the Pidgeotto rocketed toward the seemingly unsuspecting man, Matt saw something else lurking in the smoke and a wave of panic cascaded down his spine. "Ventus," he shouted frantically, "look out!"
Matt's warning came too late; the Steelix's massive tail lashed through the air, slamming into Ventus and sending him hurtling to the ground. The Pidgeotto managed to gurgle out a squawk before passing out, lying limply on the unforgiving ground.
"I'll ask you again, kid. You have something for me?"
The man's voice dripped with contempt, and Matt couldn't help but shiver in fear as the harsh words cut through the air. Every single fiber of his being was shouting at him in unison, unanimous in their pleading cries: this was not a foe to be trifled, this was a fight he had no chance of winning. He had to run. Run. RUN.
Scrambling backwards on his hands and knees, it took a few seconds for Matt to stumble to his feet. Fumbling with his belt, the trainer finally managed to extract Ventus' ball and point it at the unconscious Pokemon. "Ventus, return!" As the Pidgeotto dissolved into a ball of scarlet light, Matt turned and started to charge as fast as his legs could carry him. The exit couldn't be more than a hundred yards away; if he could make it that far then he could escape, he could get out of here safely, he could-
SMASH
Another cloud of debris was kicked up as the Steelix slammed its tail just in front of the fleeing trainer, cutting off any escape routes the lad might have taken. Desperatly trying to slow down, Matt's attempt at skidding to a halt sent him tumbling to his hands and knees again, his momentum too much for a bit of backpedaling to overcome. The trainer groaned as he struggled to rise to his feet for a second time, his panicked eyes sweeping the stadium. Dread and despair started to course through his veins as he saw dozens of suited figures making their way through the stands, their mere presence enough to send most of the audience fleeing in terror. And meanwhile, here in the arena, that man kept advancing, staring at Matt as though he was little more than a bug to be squashed underfoot.
Can't run... The Steelix was eyeing him the same way that Ventus would eye Caterpies or Weedles, like he was prey that was barely even worth hunting.
No help... The men filling the stands would probably be getting Looker and the others' attention; odds were that they wouldn't be able to help him until they had dealt with their own fights. And Jack was still somewhere on the other side of the smoke. Hopefully he was okay...
I... I... Matt's entire body began to tremble as he tried to find a course of action, any option that would get him out of here in one piece. But, no matter how many times he ran through it, there was only one option:
F-fight...
"SPIKE!" Matt's terrified shout rang out as he hurled a Pokeball through the air. The red and white sphere bounced off the ground, splitting open and letting the Cyndaquil out into the chaotic scene. "FIRE SPIN!"
It took seconds for it all to go to hell.
*BABABOOOOOM*
The floor beneath Matt's feet shuddered and buckled as an explosion in the arena's center hurled up a massive cloud of dust and debris. Reflexively bringing his arms in front of his face, the trainer cried out as he was showered with bits of rock and shards of metal. Blood staining his jacket sleeves crimson, he fell backwards, landing roughly on his back with pain dancing all over his body.
Squinting, Matt tried to peer through the shroud of smoke that poured from the hole in the stadium's ground. To his shock, a man soon emerged from the cloud, a snarl on his face and rage burning in his eyes. "Well then. How'd you like to be the first to surrender your Pokémon, kiddo?"
"Pidgerrroooooooo!"
Before Matt could even process the situation, much less formulate a response, Ventus was tearing through the air, lancing towards the interloper with claws and talons. No one, NO ONE, threatened his trainer and got away with it.
But as the Pidgeotto rocketed toward the seemingly unsuspecting man, Matt saw something else lurking in the smoke and a wave of panic cascaded down his spine. "Ventus," he shouted frantically, "look out!"
Matt's warning came too late; the Steelix's massive tail lashed through the air, slamming into Ventus and sending him hurtling to the ground. The Pidgeotto managed to gurgle out a squawk before passing out, lying limply on the unforgiving ground.
"I'll ask you again, kid. You have something for me?"
The man's voice dripped with contempt, and Matt couldn't help but shiver in fear as the harsh words cut through the air. Every single fiber of his being was shouting at him in unison, unanimous in their pleading cries: this was not a foe to be trifled, this was a fight he had no chance of winning. He had to run. Run. RUN.
Scrambling backwards on his hands and knees, it took a few seconds for Matt to stumble to his feet. Fumbling with his belt, the trainer finally managed to extract Ventus' ball and point it at the unconscious Pokemon. "Ventus, return!" As the Pidgeotto dissolved into a ball of scarlet light, Matt turned and started to charge as fast as his legs could carry him. The exit couldn't be more than a hundred yards away; if he could make it that far then he could escape, he could get out of here safely, he could-
SMASH
Another cloud of debris was kicked up as the Steelix slammed its tail just in front of the fleeing trainer, cutting off any escape routes the lad might have taken. Desperatly trying to slow down, Matt's attempt at skidding to a halt sent him tumbling to his hands and knees again, his momentum too much for a bit of backpedaling to overcome. The trainer groaned as he struggled to rise to his feet for a second time, his panicked eyes sweeping the stadium. Dread and despair started to course through his veins as he saw dozens of suited figures making their way through the stands, their mere presence enough to send most of the audience fleeing in terror. And meanwhile, here in the arena, that man kept advancing, staring at Matt as though he was little more than a bug to be squashed underfoot.
Can't run... The Steelix was eyeing him the same way that Ventus would eye Caterpies or Weedles, like he was prey that was barely even worth hunting.
No help... The men filling the stands would probably be getting Looker and the others' attention; odds were that they wouldn't be able to help him until they had dealt with their own fights. And Jack was still somewhere on the other side of the smoke. Hopefully he was okay...
I... I... Matt's entire body began to tremble as he tried to find a course of action, any option that would get him out of here in one piece. But, no matter how many times he ran through it, there was only one option:
F-fight...
"SPIKE!" Matt's terrified shout rang out as he hurled a Pokeball through the air. The red and white sphere bounced off the ground, splitting open and letting the Cyndaquil out into the chaotic scene. "FIRE SPIN!"
Hiryu watched atop one of the mesas as the Dark Angel began to leapt away in a manner not unlike the Hulk and frowned, Not enough time had passed yet.
His Forces, though advanced, were beatable, he was another story, least for now.
As the Angel began the downwards portion of this jump arc, He went to provoke him with a Formation-S Drone.
A quick touch on his belt and a football sized robotic orb came into being next to him.
His keen eyes got the target and gave the command "Go!", causing the orb to race off though the air as he went for another hiding spot.
Tomoya was on the way down when it hit with the force of a RPG round, throwing off his balance in the air and messing up his landing, causing them to violently crash into the desert floor.
His Forces, though advanced, were beatable, he was another story, least for now.
As the Angel began the downwards portion of this jump arc, He went to provoke him with a Formation-S Drone.
A quick touch on his belt and a football sized robotic orb came into being next to him.
His keen eyes got the target and gave the command "Go!", causing the orb to race off though the air as he went for another hiding spot.
Tomoya was on the way down when it hit with the force of a RPG round, throwing off his balance in the air and messing up his landing, causing them to violently crash into the desert floor.
Just I don't want to be considered "That Guy" when my posts are only 1/4 the size of everyone elses, While I have been Rping for a year now, I'm still not the level as some of the other "Pros" on this site.
Heh, well isn't this a little embarrassing? Thanks for the compliment, but I'm about as far from a "Pro" as you can possibly get. In all seriousness, that post really isn't that long, especially not when compared to the work of some of the other RPers hanging around these parts. You and me, we've both got a long way to go.Diablo1099 said:
In other news, the premise for this RP strikes me as quite the intriguing idea. My sheet isn't done quite yet, but odds are I'll have it up sometime this weekend.
Don't sell yourself short, I mean, Damn, That post is more then I put up in an entire page! D:Pappytech said:
Just don't want to be the annoying kid, you know?
Now to pray I'm allowed in without Skype...
You have the flawed belief that something is automatically better just because it has more words.Diablo1099 said:
I don't know if I'll stick around. Superheroes were never my thing, and the random abilities mechanic means you might not be able to actualize a concept you have / be given something incongruent to the character. It's a valid style, but I'm more the camp that players should be given as much control over themselves as possible.
Don't be so down on yourself, you've Gmed more succesful RPs than I have, and I've been here for years.Diablo1099 said:
Diablo you know you can turn off notifications in Skype, right? If you go Conversation, then Notification settings, You can turn them off and then you won't have that thing saying there are a 1000 messages when you get back on.Diablo1099 said:
And on Skype, personally I've found it to be a valuable tool for coordinating things with other writers, and it keeps the thread clear of OOC posts.
Asclepion: Just still, the level of detail others put in might make me look like a noob >_<
Viking: Thanks, just still, I look at some of these guys and I'm like "I'm WAYYYYYYYYYY out of my league..."
NeoAC: Well, it's not just that, though thanks for the tip.
See, Internet in the West of Ireland is VERY unfriendly to IM or other realtime stuff like live-streams.
On top of annoying me when ever I turned on my laptop, It shorted out a lot, Thanks to the Internet, and I still don't trust it after that time it installed itself.
Keep in mind this was a few months AFTER I last un-installed it, then it just waltzed in and made itself at home.
While I get where you are coming from on the OOC angle, I'm still not comfortable with that program and I find it to be too much hassle.
Besides, PM's and group chat aren't as affected by my internet shorting out.
Counter: Now, if you choose to exclude me based off my lack of Skype, I'll understand.
Also, Invisible Snips FTW.
Viking: Thanks, just still, I look at some of these guys and I'm like "I'm WAYYYYYYYYYY out of my league..."
NeoAC: Well, it's not just that, though thanks for the tip.
See, Internet in the West of Ireland is VERY unfriendly to IM or other realtime stuff like live-streams.
On top of annoying me when ever I turned on my laptop, It shorted out a lot, Thanks to the Internet, and I still don't trust it after that time it installed itself.
Keep in mind this was a few months AFTER I last un-installed it, then it just waltzed in and made itself at home.
While I get where you are coming from on the OOC angle, I'm still not comfortable with that program and I find it to be too much hassle.
Besides, PM's and group chat aren't as affected by my internet shorting out.
Counter: Now, if you choose to exclude me based off my lack of Skype, I'll understand.
Also, Invisible Snips FTW.
Going to have to echo Asclepion here: Quantity != Quality. Hell, sometimes a short and sweet post is infinitely more effective than just rambling on for a few thousand words. And like Viking said, if you've already had success then there's no reason to be so down on yourself.Diablo1099 said:
@Diablo: Again, easy fix for that. You can disable Skype from opening right from the get go by going Tools > Options > General Settings. As for it re-installing itself, I'm going to guess that happened when Microsoft bought Skype and started forcefully integrating it into Windows as a replacement for MSN Messenger. I already hate fucking Windows Update and if it did that, then I can understand why you'd be weary of it. But guarentee that's on Windows end, not Skype itself.
As for the internet problems, I get that, having put up with shit net in the sticks for a while before. In the end it is up to you, but I just think it's so much easier to do things in real time rather than wait for days to get a response.
Also, pretty sure the post limit thing is on the other end of the spectrum. Long posts are great. Two line posts are not.
As for the internet problems, I get that, having put up with shit net in the sticks for a while before. In the end it is up to you, but I just think it's so much easier to do things in real time rather than wait for days to get a response.
Also, pretty sure the post limit thing is on the other end of the spectrum. Long posts are great. Two line posts are not.
Pappytech: "Success" is a strong word, my past RP's were Pokemon Solo, The Rise of Villainy Series and a failed attempt at a Resident Evil RP, and I still consider myself to get around Mid-Tier in Rping (If that makes any sense)
NeoAC: Really!? Shit and here was me being paranoid this whole time for nothing! Still, we use Group and PM's in the Avatar Adventure and get along just fine.
Besides, when you have a constant feedback from friends, It makes prying myself from the Internet that much harder, at least with PM's and such I can take a break and do something else.
Anyway, Enough cluttering the thread, I'll just wait for Counter's response on the Skype Issue.
NeoAC: Really!? Shit and here was me being paranoid this whole time for nothing! Still, we use Group and PM's in the Avatar Adventure and get along just fine.
Besides, when you have a constant feedback from friends, It makes prying myself from the Internet that much harder, at least with PM's and such I can take a break and do something else.
Anyway, Enough cluttering the thread, I'll just wait for Counter's response on the Skype Issue.
@Diablo:
Re: Skype: If you get accepted, and you don't have or don't want to use Skype, there is a very high chance that you will miss out on potentially important discussions. I find it far more effective to use a Skype group than an Escapist usergroup or private messaging: arguments, questions and debates can be resolved in a much shorter span of time.
Re: Supervillain: I'm going to have to say no to this, for reasons related to the plot. May I inquire as to why you asked this particular question?
Re: Post Length: As Neo said, it's a restriction on the minimum length of one's posts. There is no maximum length: that would be highly damaging to the thread's overall quality, and entirely against my personal standards of writing.
Re: Skype: If you get accepted, and you don't have or don't want to use Skype, there is a very high chance that you will miss out on potentially important discussions. I find it far more effective to use a Skype group than an Escapist usergroup or private messaging: arguments, questions and debates can be resolved in a much shorter span of time.
Re: Supervillain: I'm going to have to say no to this, for reasons related to the plot. May I inquire as to why you asked this particular question?
Re: Post Length: As Neo said, it's a restriction on the minimum length of one's posts. There is no maximum length: that would be highly damaging to the thread's overall quality, and entirely against my personal standards of writing.
@CounterAttack:
RE: Skype: Well...Shit...Ain't much point then is there? Right, I'll have to withdraw my interest, Just fucking Skype, always screwing me over -_-"
Well, Best of luck in your RP.
As for the (Now Moot) Supervillain question, if I was lucky enough to get both Magnetic Power and a Healing Factor, my PC would put two plus two together: Magneto but nigh unkillable.
He'd let it go to this head and this would bring him into conflict with the others, Think Daniel from Chronicle where he starts fucking people up while trying to pay for this mother's bills.
Minus the Mother.
RE: Skype: Well...Shit...Ain't much point then is there? Right, I'll have to withdraw my interest, Just fucking Skype, always screwing me over -_-"
Well, Best of luck in your RP.
As for the (Now Moot) Supervillain question, if I was lucky enough to get both Magnetic Power and a Healing Factor, my PC would put two plus two together: Magneto but nigh unkillable.
He'd let it go to this head and this would bring him into conflict with the others, Think Daniel from Chronicle where he starts fucking people up while trying to pay for this mother's bills.
Minus the Mother.
You can still be killed if you have Healing Factor. There are things that I simply won't allow the power to work on, like regeneration of a severed limb or bouncing back to full health after taking a round through the head. It's basic logical limitations, to avoid it becoming over-powered.
Aww, man, I really wanted to do the Ted Bundy take on superheroing. Is this a definite rule, or are we permitted to be part-time serial killers?CounterAttack said:
I'm sill working on a sheet, by the way.
This is a definite rule, for reasons that will be explained over the course of the thread.deathbydeath said:
You guys are asking a lot of questions that I can't answer for spoiler reasons.
Wow, that ruins more than you would expect in my character sheet, thanksCounterAttack said:
.Will this rule be lifted after a certain part of the story, or will we have to be heroes all day, every day?