@The Kid Lantern Alright, set him up to be the token mage of the group. I'll hold back on finishing the bio until I get a clear idea of what I want and hold off on the sample until your character gets laid down.
PS3 version. I've gotta get a pre-paid Visa card and buy another 1-3 months subscription cause I don't wanna delete all the other characters I've made. My son is getting anxious to make a new guy though...
My Bolt character was only a level 15 or 16 as well and my primary guy. I made another with a red ring called the Red Comet, and another with earth/rock manipulation called Stonewall.
In other news, where were you when I redid Titans and had Nightstar and a new group chase after an alien GotG style? And weren't you a kaiju fan too? Tried an Ultramen RP that had a lot of interest initially but then couldn't keep momentum through to the OOC...
My characters currently are a Meta Hero, Mental Power with Hand Blast weapons and a Magic Villain, Sorcery Power with Martial Arts weapons. They are Scarlet Starshade and Alphonse Kazam respectively.
As for where I was... erm... I must not have noticed those, sorry. Though I've never actually seen Ultraman yet (I've heard of it, certainly), I'm more of a Kamen Rider guy myself.
I honestly couldn't remember if you were Xivilai or whatever it used to be LOL
I remember the Kamen Rider from when I was a kid, but it was called Masked Rider and there was never any continuation of the series like with what happened to Power Rangers.
That's because it didn't catch on like Power Rangers did. Well that, and the show itself was rather horrid. Like Power Rangers, Masked Rider was adapted from a Japanese franchise: Kamen Rider (specifically Kamen Rider Black RX). Kamen Rider is still going strong even today in Japan. There was another adaptation in 2009 called Kamen Rider Dragon Knight if you're ever curious, but yeah.
I think I have a lock now on what I'm gonna do with a character. I like making new characters for new games and since Bolt was created for DCUO, my new guy will be completely new and for this particular RP. He's a composite being, but he isn't Firestorm. Once my sheet is finished I'll make a titanpad for this RP and get to work on an opening IC post. Should have my CS up shortly!
That's because it didn't catch on like Power Rangers did. Well that, and the show itself was rather horrid. Like Power Rangers, Masked Rider was adapted from a Japanese franchise: Kamen Rider (specifically Kamen Rider Black RX). Kamen Rider is still going strong even today in Japan. There was another adaptation in 2009 called Kamen Rider Dragon Knight if you're ever curious, but yeah.
I THINK I saw something like that but it was one of the last times I saw kids programming early on a Saturday or Sunday. I think it was a station like CW or whatever of the two stations it used to be.
Secret ID: Caitlyn Gump Alias: Thorn Age: 19 Home Location: Gotham, a wonderful place of opportunity, if you have the money and status.
Powers: None of her own to speak of, but has a symbiotic relationship with a parasitical creature Caitlyn affectionately named "Bug", which is attached to her left arm, it gives her:
Envenomed Claws, cumulative paralytic A projectile gunk shot, hazardous to health long term Hook Shot Capabilities Shell Armour Plating Hazmat-lite, Bug Detoxes and filters Caitlyn's blood, making her resistant to chemical and biological warfare. Defib-lite, Bug's Heart continues to pump blood around Caitlyn's body, even if Caitlyn's heart isn't. Bug is semi-sentient and communicates Caitlyn neurally, feeding her powerful messages of hunger and self preservation.
Bug continues to grow, giving more powers to its beloved host but enveloping more of Caitlyn.
Weaknesses: Besides her left arm she is entirely human, no powers attached. Bug must be fed regularly to be any use Bug can act against Caitlyn's will if it believes Caitlyn is endangering both of them. Ingestion of unknown Paraciticides slows Bug down Caitlyn is used to operating alone and finds it hard to trust others. Technophobe, not literally, but sucks with computers.
Appearance: A dirty street urchin with an alien creature for a left arm. Curly mousy brown hair, cut shoulder length with a rusty scissor blade Her eyes are dark and full of mistrust She stands at a skinny 5'6" and weighs 170lbs, Bug included Used to wear almost exclusively dark baggy clothing, but in light of becoming a TITAN has revamped her look, somewhat. Her hoodie has been swapped out for the more respectable, sleeveless turtleneck jumper and her cargo trousers for, well, better cargo trousers, you can take a girl out of the slums. Her sick hi-tops have also be traded in for more respectable combat ready footwear. This was going up in the world for her, she wasn't going to lose such an opportunity by looking scruffy.
Personality: Caitlyn has dedicated her life from escaping the hell hole that her former life. All opportunities taken, nothing squandered. However her foresight is not twenty twenty, tends to give up long term rewards for short term boons. Caitlyn's trust must be earnt and is more easily lost than gotten. This however, doesn't stop her from being civil with you, something you learn on the streets, so you won't know whether you have it or you don't. Her desire to be a TITAN is not so much one of love for saving people, but of not having to be a criminal anymore, and sees it way to bigger things. She is manipulative and she is a deceiver but she isn't cruel and certainly not a bad person. As someone who often acted alone, she has little teamwork or leadership skills but will endeavor to acquire them when they've shown their value.
Bio/ Sample Post:
Her and Bug had come along way since they day they were first introduced, that day was pivotal in ways she barely understood at the time. She was 13, out of school and trying to help pay off a debt of a father she never met. Pick pocketing worked for a while, till mother's "gentlemen friends" went too many weeks without a visit to her bedroom. Payments went up, the bruises came back. The items stolen and fenced got more expensive; phones, laptops, computers, but it was never quite enough, according to the collectors.
"13 years old, wow, how time flies", the big one would say on the way out as they grabbed the hats and coats they'd slung over the sofa earlier,"I remember when you were only a wee nipper, look how much you've grown."
The other, cigarette in mouth, swinging his coat over his thin shoulders,"She's a smart little monkey too, Gov"
"Really now? Maybe she can come work with us, we could always do with a helping hand in the office", they'd both laugh in such away you knew they didn't mean it so much as a dirty joke as they did just dirty. "Maybe when she's a bit bigger."
"Yeah, and maybe she can finish what her daddy started too, you know he was this close to crackin-" "Thats enough Freddy, were done here."
As Freddy unlocked the door, the big guy, who's name she knew would slip a silver coin out of his coat pocket and deposit into Caitlyn's palm.
"For my favourite God-daughter, buy yourself something sweet."
The same charade every month, little did they know it was the last. Tonight she wasn't staying for the awkward silent late supper before bed. She was meeting him, the Man of Promises. Shortly after the men left, Caitlyn changed back out of pajamas and left into the darkness. Their meeting place was a dark alleyway approximately half way between Caitlyn's home and the office Fred and the Boss man returned too every month after visiting, the heavy cloud cover obscured the moon but the streets were no darker thanks to the powerful neon lampposts. Drunkards already littered the street and their harmless, but watchful gaze made Caitlyn's heart pound harder. The video rental, the second hand store, the charity store, the coffee shop. The alley opened before her, its gaping chasm threatening to swallow her whole. A man in sunglasses was waiting in a door way deeper down. Him. Caitlyn walked down and followed him into the room he was propping open. Caitlyn took a seat at the table that had been dragged into the closet from cafe side.
An ornate wooden box lay on the table, unlocked. The lid seemed still, but periodically Caitlyn could have sworn it lifted up, if only by millimeters. The box demanded her attention, in it was a promise, so she was told. An opportunity to escape the life she had, to be slave to no one and take control of her own destiny.
"Are you sure this is what you want Miss Gump?" "I want it to stop" "And you're willing to do what is necessary?" "Yes" "And you're willing to pay the price?" "Yes" "So be it, lift the lid of the box"
Caitlyn placed her hands on either side of the lid. What on earth could be in this box? She wasted no time, but immediately regretted it. The contents wriggled and Caitlyn slammed the lid back down.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE THOSE?" "Freedom, Miss Gump"
Caitlyn lifted the lid a little slower this time, fingers as far from any of the alien creatures as she could. Thorny, writhing unearthly creatures litter the box, there might have been seven or eight of them all unique in their horrid design.
"What am I supposed to do with these?" "Please pick one, today is the day you escape the chains of society" "I came here for a gun, you said you were going to give me a weapon to fight my oppressors with" He scoffed, "I am giving you something better than a gun," he paused, "Liberation. Pick one."
None of them were particularly inviting, but maybe that was the point. He was wasting her time. She got up to leave but a firm hand pushed her back into her seat.
"Do not make the mistake others have made, Miss Gump, you leave this room and you walk back into your old life, back into the sadness and the misery and the hopelessness, this is your chance to escape. I can assure you that you will not regret this, pick one."
Caitlyn looked back into the box of horrors.
"That one." "A fine choice, the first of many."
He lifted the 7 inch monstrosity out of the box, with no more care than if it were a hamster. Holding it by the giant thorn he rolled it in air and stroked it along the belly side. It relaxed and opened up exposing its lemon yellow, fleshy insides.
"Your hand, Miss Gump."
She didn't respond but her expression said everything. Nope. Nope. Nope. The Man of Promises took her hand from the table. Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. He pulled her hand slowly into position, Caitlyn transfixed on the creature, which seem to wriggle more excitedly as her middle finger got closer. NOPE. NOPE. NOPE. NOPE. She looked up to the man, her face filled with horror, her eyes begged for it to end. She could feel the warmth radiating from the creatures insides on her finger. Every moment waiting for it to clamp around it was agony, the torture never ending. NOPE! NOPE! NOPE! NOPE! She squeezed her eyes tight and braced for the pain of her skin being devoured by the hungry evil creature, but it never came.
The man relaxed his grip on her wrist, and smiled.
Ok, so as far as raw power I think we've got it covered with Leviathan, El Sasquacho, Foo Dog, and Argonaut, and with the additional ice powered Zero it's a great start to the team. Any new members from here on will have to be more average in physical attributes. The Kid Flash when finished should be a fine addition for example...
I'll begin the IC as soon as another member is approved and I have more time to go over PM's and applicants!
I've finished my Beast Boy CS. I'm glad to see there's so much activity on here.
Secret ID: Garfield "Garth" Logan Alias: Beast Boy (although he insists on Beast Man) Home Location: Midway City Age: 14
Powers: animal metamorph: can change into most any animal, albeit a green version of it. Weaknesses: he avoids (social) conflict like a plague, often trying to lie his way out rather than face an uncomfortable truth. He also has a dangerous mix of bravado and battlefield joking. This is only compounded by his utter lack of training and experience (he only had his powers for a year or less). Equipment: none, as he can't use equipment while transformed Appearance: Green skin, animalistic features, stealthy purple and black provided by Batman to replace his garish homemade red and white uniform. Personality: A goofy, wise-cracking exterior hides a painful past. He believes that the world is a mean, if not cruel place, and he will do anything to brighten it even just a little, be it saving people or making them laugh. Password: Gnarkk BRIEF Bio: Both of Garth's parents were geneticists, so when he was born with a rare genetic mutation, his parents became obsessed with finding a cure. Eventually, they discovered a treatment, but there was a high cost. Garth's cure cost him the life of his mother, and put his father in a coma, but also gave him his powers.
Six thugs were unconscious in the alleyway, a large green ram standing triumphantly above them. "Beast Man: 6, bad guys: 0!" Garth shouted as he shifted back into his humanoid form. His wiry smile then sunk a little as he surveyed the scene. Well, at least two of them were bad guys… Garth thought, kicking at the now crumpled and broken trash cans. At least Dad will get a kick out of this.
* * * "You should have seen it Dad, I was like a ram in a trash can shop." Garth giggled at his own lame joke.
"Dad, I'm going to be leaving soon. I don't want to leave you… but this guy, Robin, he's gonna help me." Garth set his green hand on his father's arm. His father said nothing.
"I know that Gotham is kinda far from Midway… I'll visit. I don't know…" Doubts began creeping in. "I wish you could tell me what to do," Garth sighed. His father's heart monitor kept time during the long pause. I guess a live person would be better at mentoring than a comatose parent… Finally, Garth got up. He shifted into a green skunk as he crawled out the wind. "Smell ya later, Dad," he said through a forced smile. Gotham awaited.
