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I decided to choose eight players to join me. They have been chosen and I am currently no longer accepting anyone else.
Alright! New York! The home to many people. Everyone always goes on about how New York is the city of dreams or how if you can make it here you can make it anywhere. They talk about Broadway and places to eat, the sights. But...
What people don't usually mention... Are the heroes. And i don't mean police and firefighters. I mean... Powerful... amazing... spectaculer... bonified superheroes! Mutants... Genetically altered experiments... Everything... Hell Even super villians for the heroes to fight if you're lucky enough to see it.
Anyway... Over the past 70 years many things have changed. A New Generation of heroes has emerged. But with new heroes there must also come new villains. Villains who want nothing more than to take over, if not destroy the world. So, the new director of S.H.I.E.L.D.(Strategic Hazard Intervention Espionage Logistics Directorate) has begun picking and choosing the new generation of heroes to form a team against the villains. They may be called different things, but that's all up to the team. Will you Join? Will you take up the chance to be more than what you are now?
I also had some ideas of sorts:
1) I kind of want to start off with the heroes, maybe a strong villain who'll take more than just one hero to take down. I'm currently trying to think something up.
2) An invasion. I was thinking Symbiote. Pretty much like in Spider-Man: Web of Shadows except we won't have venom... Or carnage... Or the original symbiotes.
3) A scientists has developed a serum to take away powers. Yes... Evil scientist with robots and a serum which has yet to be tested... So... We know how this will go.
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Let me address a few things okay?![]()
1) generally I like my universes to be kind of like... Idk how to explain, but a universe of their own. So you can make some stuff up and tweek character stories to your liking. Like if you wanna say two characters grew old together after having a kid or a grand kid than you can say that. Like if I made my spider-man character he'd be the grandson of Peter Parker and Gwen Stacy and they'd be living together as an old couple because Tristan... Yes Tristan is his name... His parents passed on. Or if I use my ironman he is the grandchild of Tony Stark and Pepper Pots who has like... A form of Extremis or is a technopath or something of the sort along with being a genious and a billionaire or something...
2) For the most part... Some really good heroes may appear to serve as mentors but other than that they will stay out of the major action unless they are seriously needed or if I choose for them to die for some type of character/story development.
3) My character will either be Spider-man or Ironman based so please before you start calling characters or heroes keep this in mind. I would feel bad if people had super complex already created characters and saw my character and said... well... Now I can't do that...
4) I tend to like it better if we're all on the same side. Meaning all heroes primarily and villains and neutrals will either turn good or be secondary expendables.
5) My characters no matter what or who they are will be about 17-19. I find it better to be in the same age range for characters to understand and bond and grow as people and as a unit so the age range has been set between 16-26.
6) consider the story ideas above as more of arcs than possible ways to go. They may not happen in a set order, but they will all happen eventually.
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Official Rules:
Rules
1) Be active
2) Be respectful and mature
3) No mary/gary sues or Overpoweredness or any of that dumb crap...
4) Cursing is okay, but don't over do it.
6) This RP is Asgard and I am Odin! My word is law! lol XD
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Name:
Codename: (What to be called when your in costume doing your hero thing... You know... The whole identity thing...)
Age: (as stated above 16-26)
Gender:
Powers: (If you have them...)
Abilities: (Stuff that can be practiced or studied.)
Weaknesses:
Bio: (You cannot just leave this to be RPed)
Appearance:
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In costume -
Extra: (If you feel you want to add anything I may not have put feel free to add it here or after here)
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Accepted Characters:
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They say that the best weapon is the one you never have to fire. I respectfully disagree.
I prefer the weapon you only have to fire once.
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Reserve. Eating dinner at the moment. xD I will apologize ahead of time for not having pictures. I will try my best to describe them. I hope that doesn't get me bumped off because of my technology issues.....
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Reserve. Eating dinner at the moment. xD I will apologize ahead of time for not having pictures. I will try my best to describe them. I hope that doesn't get me bumped off because of my technology issues.....
Working on my character. Mine will be the son of Shadowcat and Colossus.
Ghetto Fab 4 life
All Tea All Shade
♂ + ♂ = ♥
Name: Xemnas, his friends call him X
Codename: Shade
Age: 23
Gender: male
Powers:
Abilities: genius level intellect, ‘tinkerer’ and master of 3 hand to hand combat forms (tai chi, judo, mauy thai)
Weaknesses: bright lights can actually cause pain to him even to the point of burning him if its intense enough, and the fact he is still human despite his abilities, lack of training in the use of his powers.
Bio:
Appearance:
Extra: he has a mechanical bird with him at all time, still need further training of powers.
Name:"My Name's Athena. My parents never really touched on my last name."
Codename: "I decided on Swift Hawk. Nice name, huh?"
Age: "To many's surprise, I'm only sixteen. No big deal though."
Gender: "Look at me and tell me. I'm a girl you idiots."
Powers: "Oh yeah, I've got powers. Well I have a power. Speed. I can run at speeds between 175 and 200 miles per hour. Yeah. I'm faaasssttt."
Abilities: "Well the only weapons I use are my bow and arrow, which I got from my father, and my fists. I excel at hand-to-hand combat, and duh, I'm quick. Real quick. I'm also a gymnast. I'm quite athletic, as well as flexible. I can twist my body in unimaginable ways. I've got great agility and endurance, and I'm also a computer nerd. Give me a system to hack in, I'll get through the firewalls easily."
Weaknesses: "Well...Just because I'm a mutant and have super speed, that doesn't mean I'm not human. I'm kind of vulnerable, just like any other human out there. I'm also allergic to peanuts, so I guess you could call that a weakness."
Bio: "I was born....in a warehouse. My parents got together with out telling anybody. They didn't know if their boss would be ok with it, especially since they were both on the same team, and had to work together. I was a weird kid, I can tell you that. I grew quickly, for example when I was two I looked like I was four or five. I stopped growing at seven, which kind of sucked. I was hoping to be taller, not a short little midget.
A couple months after my eighth birthday, this big thing happened and the Avengers left New York. My parents had to leave me alone in the warehouse. It was really scary, knowing anybosy could just walk in and take me. So during that time, I discovered my power. I learned I could run the perimeter of the warehouse block in 5.34 seconds, with out anybody noticing me. After I mastered the skill of my speed, and started on flexiblity. I was soon muscley and athletic like a real gymnast! I was so excited to show my parents!
I waited for years and years. But they never came back. I thought that maybe they knew I was mutant, and did not want me anymore. So, I started leaving the warehouse, looking for them. On my fifteenth birthday, I was alone. I had bought myself a chocolate cake, remembering that was my mom's favourite. I ate it alone, crying on to it and wishing my parents were there with me. After I finished half of the cake, I got a knock on the warehouse door. I got up, excited. Maybe my parents were home! If they were, I was going to give them a big, chocolate frosting flavoured kiss. To my surprise, it wasn't them.
It was Captain America. I was never told his real name. I ask him where my parents are. At first he doesn't answer me. I'm starting to get nervous. He tells me to go sit down. I do. He sits next to me, and explains that my parents died in a plane crash. He handed me my father's bow and arrows. It was all that was left of them. That night, I cried myself to sleep, hugging the quiver and bow tight to my chest. I couldn't believe it. At least they had died being noble, and not cowards.
The next year wasn't very fun. I was a troubled girl, going to the gym and working my body to unbelievable limits. I soon got angry at the machines, and ended up breaking a lot of them, so I was kicked out. I went to a boxing gym, and learned hand-to-hand combat there. I was soon going threw punching bags like candy. I thought their death was my fault, and I still do."
Appearances:
-Normal
"Usually I wear black clothes. Black jeans, t-shirts, head bands, shoes, blah blah blah. I have long crimson hair, and I wear it pulled back when training, and down when I'm going out, or I'm alone. I have blue eyes, which I earned from my father. When I look in the mirror, I see my mother and father conjoined together. I stand 5'2, and only weigh 100lbs. I have a couple scars from fights, and my hands are somewhat callused."
-Costume
"My undercover wear is pretty simple. I wear a black jumpsuit, my gun attactched to my side, clear and visible. I have my H.U.D, which tells my quiver which type of arrow to give to me. I also have my mother's communication watch, and of course my father's bow, arrows, and quivers."
Extra: "My parents are Hawkeye and Black Widow."
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Name:"My Name's Athena. My parents never really touched on my last name."
Codename: "I decided on Swift Hawk. Nice name, huh?"
Age: "To many's surprise, I'm only sixteen. No big deal though."
Gender: "Look at me and tell me. I'm a girl you idiots."
Powers: "Oh yeah, I've got powers. Well I have a power. Speed. I can run at speeds between 175 and 200 miles per hour. Yeah. I'm faaasssttt."
Abilities: "Well the only weapons I use are my bow and arrow, which I got from my father, and my fists. I excel at hand-to-hand combat, and duh, I'm quick. Real quick. I'm also a gymnast. I'm quite athletic, as well as flexible. I can twist my body in unimaginable ways. I've got great agility and endurance, and I'm also a computer nerd. Give me a system to hack in, I'll get through the firewalls easily."
Weaknesses: "Well...Just because I'm a mutant and have super speed, that doesn't mean I'm not human. I'm kind of vulnerable, just like any other human out there. I'm also allergic to peanuts, so I guess you could call that a weakness."
Bio: "I was born....in a warehouse. My parents got together with out telling anybody. They didn't know if their boss would be ok with it, especially since they were both on the same team, and had to work together. I was a weird kid, I can tell you that. I grew quickly, for example when I was two I looked like I was four or five. I stopped growing at seven, which kind of sucked. I was hoping to be taller, not a short little midget.
A couple months after my eighth birthday, this big thing happened and the Avengers left New York. My parents had to leave me alone in the warehouse. It was really scary, knowing anybosy could just walk in and take me. So during that time, I discovered my power. I learned I could run the perimeter of the warehouse block in 5.34 seconds, with out anybody noticing me. After I mastered the skill of my speed, and started on flexiblity. I was soon muscley and athletic like a real gymnast! I was so excited to show my parents!
I waited for years and years. But they never came back. I thought that maybe they knew I was mutant, and did not want me anymore. So, I started leaving the warehouse, looking for them. On my fifteenth birthday, I was alone. I had bought myself a chocolate cake, remembering that was my mom's favourite. I ate it alone, crying on to it and wishing my parents were there with me. After I finished half of the cake, I got a knock on the warehouse door. I got up, excited. Maybe my parents were home! If they were, I was going to give them a big, chocolate frosting flavoured kiss. To my surprise, it wasn't them.
It was Captain America. I was never told his real name. I ask him where my parents are. At first he doesn't answer me. I'm starting to get nervous. He tells me to go sit down. I do. He sits next to me, and explains that my parents died in a plane crash. He handed me my father's bow and arrows. It was all that was left of them. That night, I cried myself to sleep, hugging the quiver and bow tight to my chest. I couldn't believe it. At least they had died being noble, and not cowards.
The next year wasn't very fun. I was a troubled girl, going to the gym and working my body to unbelievable limits. I soon got angry at the machines, and ended up breaking a lot of them, so I was kicked out. I went to a boxing gym, and learned hand-to-hand combat there. I was soon going threw punching bags like candy. I thought their death was my fault, and I still do."
Appearances:
-Normal
"Usually I wear black clothes. Black jeans, t-shirts, head bands, shoes, blah blah blah. I have long crimson hair, and I wear it pulled back when training, and down when I'm going out, or I'm alone. I have blue eyes, which I earned from my father. When I look in the mirror, I see my mother and father conjoined together. I stand 5'2, and only weigh 100lbs. I have a couple scars from fights, and my hands are somewhat callused."
-Costume
"My undercover wear is pretty simple. I wear a black jumpsuit, my gun attactched to my side, clear and visible. I have my H.U.D, which tells my quiver which type of arrow to give to me. I also have my mother's communication watch, and of course my father's bow, arrows, and quivers."
Extra: "My parents are Hawkeye and Black Widow."
Name: Tyler Rogers
Codename: Captain America
Age:16
Gender: male
Powers: He has been genetically enhanced on every level. Everything from his physical strength, speed, agility, ect, to eye sight, hearing, smelling, touch to his brain activity. It has all been brought up significantly.
Abilities: The standard US army training, novice hacking ability, advanced mixed martial arts skills. Novice park-our and gymnastics skills.
Weaknesses: He is still human, even if he's a super soldier.
Bio: Tyler is the son of Captain America and Lia Parks, a German super spy, which automatically meant his childhood was no walk in the park by any stretch of the imagination. He spent five days of the week in a private SHIELD school, a day training with his parents, and a day at church. His father, being the God believing man that he was, urged Tyler to take that day off and spend it at the local church in New York.
On Tyler's fourteenth birthday, his mother took him on a little vigilante escapade. They were having a good night, kicking the backends of ever criminal they met. Though there was one man they ran into that neither expected, or wanted to fight..The Abomination, Hulk's number one head butting arch nemesis. Lia and Tyler did what they could, but there was no way they could have won. Lia, as a last ditch effort, activated a device on Tyler's back that turned out to be a jetpack, that guided him all the way back to the heli-carrier.
Neither Tyler or Captain America ever saw Lia again, and that left both of them heart broken. Steve gave his son his shield one day, and told him that he had to take up the name of Captain America. He was growing old, and he knew he couldn't keep going with this whole vigilante/Avenger thing.
Appearance:
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Extra: None..
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