Posts coming soon

I am going try to write some stuff today, too.

Are we still taking newcomers? I've got a character about 80% of the way finished, and I'll hopefully be putting the last little bit of polish on his sheet tonight.

Khrism said
Are we still taking newcomers? I've got a character about 80% of the way finished, and I'll hopefully be putting the last little bit of polish on his sheet tonight.

I would wait until NMS says so, but I am pretty sure this RP is open enrollment, so there is always room for more people.

Correct. We are always accepting new players.

Khrism, old friend. I'm surprised that you don't bear the symbol of the Gray Lanterns of Apathy.

It was tempting, and it's a distinct possibility in the future. I was, however, in the process of setting the Blue Lanterns as my wallpaper and it was a few short clicks to make it fit here as well.

That being said, thanks for telling me about this. I'm pumped - character sheet should be up shortly as soon as I get off my butt and make my sample post.

Hal holds ring to the Lantern battery.

"In brightest day, in blackest night,
No evil shall escape my sight,
For those who worship evil's might,
Beware my power GREEN LANTERN'S LIGHT!"

Khrism vaguely waves ring arm towards grey lantern battery.

"Meh."

The grey lanterns' mantra is much more efficient...

Post should be up soon (TM).

Gray Lantern's Mantra: (From the site I found the symbol, at least):

In brightest day, in blackest night
It's not my problem; I'll be alright
No cause you name is worth the fight
But if I'm bored, then yeah, I might.

And bang! Post up. I made a small hat tip towards some OOC discussion that I had a few weeks ago about New Jersey. ;)

Also, with all this poetry coming out in the OOC, you guys better be careful, or I might have to pull out some Dactylic Hexameter.

you guys are all crazy...

Edited the Anderson post to correct a mistake that I caught.

Sorry for the relative inactivity, the last week and a half has been absolutely insane.

nitemare shape said
Sorry for the relative inactivity, the last week and a half has been absolutely insane.

No need to apologize. Stuff happens.

nitemare shape said
Edited the Anderson post to correct a mistake that I caught. Sorry for the relative inactivity, the last week and a half has been absolutely insane.

Doing better than most here, nobody is gonna complain.

Name: Aaron White

Alias: Icarus

Alignment: Hero

Identity: Secret

Personality: On the outside, Aaron seems like a typical 26 year old with a distinct lack of motivation. Seemingly content in the same set of dead-end part-time jobs he worked since dropping out of college, Aaron spends most of his time working or working out, with a fair amount of effort put into charming the ladies. Inside Aaron’s head, however, is a different story. Deeply afraid of his powers and the potential harm they could bring about, he refuses to grow attached to anyone (with the exception of his sister, Anna). Aaron does have a close group of friends he seems often, but refuses to let them in on his secret. Despite his deep anxiety with his powers, Aaron accepts them for what they are - powers, and seeks to use them for good. He dons the persona of Icarus as a reminder that he was given a terrifying gift, and to help resist the temptation to fly too close to the Sun, lest someone get hurt.

Uniform / Costume: Originally, Aaron did most of his crime-fighting in a hooded sweatshirt and jeans, with a bandana covering his face. Overtime, as Icarus became more and more known for his good deeds, Aaron sent out for an official costume. He wears a mainly periwinkle blue and white spandex suit, with a pair of white wings on the chest. Aaron subscribes to the “no cape” philosophy, but wears a mask that hides his nose, mouth, and eyes.

Origin Details: In high school during his junior year, Aaron’s parents were both killed in a car crash, leaving only him and his older sister, Anna. Anna, having just graduated college, managed to support Aaron and herself for two years while he finished high school. After taking a few years off to work and save up some money, he decided to begin attending college, but was mugged by several men on his way home from a night class and badly beaten. Left to die in the middle of the street a few blocks from his apartment, Aaron was taken, barely conscious, to the hospital before being shipped to a laboratory belonging to Ward Technologies. Gabriel Ward, a wealthy scientist and CEO of Ward Technologies, invested most of his research in biomedical military technology. Ward Technologies had been selecting patients from hospitals with few family ties and a low chance of survival and paying the hospitals to transfer them to a laboratory for underground biotechnology testing. Aaron was fitted with thousands of nano-implants and injected with experimental chemicals over the course of two months before he managed to break free and escape, accidentally killing almost a dozen scientists and security guards while making his exit. Aaron quickly dropped out of college and moved to Lost Haven, where he now makes a living waiting tables and hiding from those at Ward Technologies who may want to recapture him.

Hero Type: Energy (Kinetic energy or simply “force”)

Power Level: City Level

Specific Powers: The nanotechnology injected into Aaron gives him the ability to use his body’s natural energy as a sort of battery, and allows him to excrete kinetic energy, or simply raw “force” from his body in the form of light-blue energy. He is able to focus this into blasts, propel himself through the air, and deflect projectiles. Aaron can also control the excretions a short distance, allowing him to shield nearby allies or manipulate close objects not requiring fine motor skills. Furthermore, the combination of chemicals and other nano-implants in Aaron’s body modified his muscles, including his heart, to give him high levels of conditioning and athletic ability, overtaking that of most Olympic-level competitors. Lastly, while not specifically a power, Aaron trained in kickboxing for a short while during and after high school, and while far from a master of the fighting style, can hold his own against most untrained fighters. He is generally incapable of fighting large number of opponents using only his kickboxing, however, evidenced by his severe beating after he was mugged.

Attributes:
Strength: 10 tons (when pushing / lifting using force)
Speed / Reaction Timing: 50 mph
Endurance at MAX: 2 hours
Agility: 5x
Intelligence: Average
Fighting Skill: Trained
Resources: Minimal

Weaknesses: Survivor’s guilt, mostly.

Supporting Characters:
Anna White: Aaron’s older sister and best friend. She cared for him after their parents were both killed in a car crash.. Despite not knowing the reasons for Aaron’s move and his withdrawal from college, Anna supports her brother and hopes he can overcome whatever personal issues are holding him back. Anna currently lives in New York City with her fiancee, Eric, and works as an editor for a small fashion magazine.

Eric Leitner: Anna’s fiancee. He and Aaron have met on occasion, but they are not particularly close. Eric is a sweet guy, and ultimately Aaron approves of his relationship with Anna.

Gabriel Ward: Head of Ward Technologies, and the man responsible for giving Aaron his powers. Though they have only officially met once before his escape, Aaron was able to piece together a few bits of information about Gabriel and Ward Technologies in general, allowing him to evade any of their attempts to recapture him and remain underground for some time.

Miles Buchanan: Aaron’s kickboxing instructor and close friend. Miles is the only person in Lost Haven to truly know Aaron’s identity as Icarus, and supports him however possible. Miles and Aaron have been friends since before Aaron’s operation, and made the move with him to Lost Haven, where they are now roommates. Miles swears to keep Aaron’s superheroics a secret, and has done so even from his girlfriend, Kaitlyn.

Kaitlyn Rose: Miles’ girlfriend. She works with Aaron at the local steakhouse as a server, and Aaron actually introduced the two. She, Aaron, and Miles are all close friends, and they often go out together.

Sample post: My sample post is a little bit long, so I'll post it in a new reply directly following this.

Lights… why are there so many lights?

Aaron blinked several times as he awoke, trying desperately to block out the glow eminating from above him. Slowly, painfully, the white, sterile walls of a hospital operating room came into view. The memories crashed into him in waves, and his memory returned a little more each time his head throbbed.

There were… like six guys. Seven? I can’t remember… Where am I?

Trying to pull himself up, Aaron quickly noticed the tight nylon straps binding him down and a sharp pain in his neck. With immense effort and nauseating pain, he was able to turn his head just enough to look around. The light overhead drew searing tears from his eyes, and he blinked even more frantically to try and clear his blurred vision.

I got mugged… so why am I strapped down? This can’t be the hospital.

Wicked metal instruments sat on a table next to him, and soreness permeated every muscle in Aaron’s body. He could feel his light blonde hair matted to his head from sweat, and weariness hit him as though he had been running for miles. Straining to look down, he noticed his body seemed more muscular than usual. While in good shape, Aaron had never been ripped, but now, he could clearly see the outline of his abdomen and pectoral muscles. His arms and legs felt swollen, and he struggled to take a deep breath.

Alright, so that’s new. I don’t see anyone around. Let’s figure something out.

Aaron closed his eyes to block out the light, and shifted his feet a little bit, as much as the restraints would allow. They seemed incredibly durable, and he tried in vain to wiggle his right arm free. His head pounded mercilessly, and his slow, deliberate breathing became more and more intense. Hot, intense panic tightened its grip on his chest, and he could feel himself losing control. Trying to yell out, Aaron found his tongue dry and thick, and only a labored grunt escaped his parched lips.

Where am I? Someone help. Please, God, anyone! Why can’t I even talk?

As wave after wave of panic crashed into him, Aaron felt his skin start to crawl with the sensation of thousands of bugs. He started heaving from the feeling, struggling to keep his stomach from losing control. Opening his eyes, Aaron starting shaking and pulling against his restraints, and the violent rocking of the table knocked over a nearby set of medical instruments. The noise of surgical steel clattering against the linoleum drove him over the edge, and Aaron began to thrash violently.

Get me the hell out of here!

Aaron’s panic worsened as his skin began to glow a bright shade of blue mixed with purple - almost a periwinkle. His eyes widened, and with a sickening rip, he managed to free his left arm and topple sideways, pulling the table on top of him. Finally giving in to his panic, he lay on his side, puking onto the once-sterile white tile. In another fit of terrified rage, Aaron elbowed the surgical table as hard as he could, pulling the restraints straight off of him and sending the table flying into the wall with a force strong enough to shatter the wall. Now free, he stood and looked around, skin still glowing the same unsettling hue.

How...how did I do that? What in God’s name is going on here?

Just then several men burst through the only door, clad in full riot gear and pointing assault rifles at him. Behind them, doctors in bright white lab coats scrambled to flee down the hall for safety. The security guard in front took aim and yelled. Looking down, Aaron noticed the red dots of half a dozen laser sights pointed directly at his chest.

“Hands up! Don’t move!” Aaron threw his hands in the air and stopped. As his hands rose, the periwinkle hue that surrounded his skin condensed itself into a ball and flew forward, directly into the chest of the foremost guard. The man was sent sprawling backwards, into a wall, and landed with a gruesome thud. Behind the slightly tinted visor of his riot helmet, Aaron saw the last bit of life fade from his eyes.

What the hell?! What was that?

In a panic, the rest of the men opened fire, hundreds of bullets aimed directly at Aaron. The glowing energy around him expanded about an inch, and the bullets harmlessly bounced off of it. Aaron, seizing his opportunity, tried to dive behind the table. His legs, with their newfound muscle strength, sprung him too far forward, and he crashed into the wall behind the table. Springing to his feet, Aaron grabbed the table with both hands, lifted it, and threw it into the guards as hard as he could. The table connected with three men, instantly pushing them backwards and crushing them under the force of the throw. Blood pooled under the bodies, and Aaron began heaving again as the rain of bullets continued to ineffectively bounce away before hitting him.

I… I killed them… I didn’t mean to!

Aaron shoved forward, knocking aside another guard and bursting into the hallway. As he turned the corner and began running, he was met by another group of guards also aiming at him with assault rifles. They immediately opened fire, and as the bullets connected with Aaron’s mysterious periwinkle shield, they ricocheted back, catching several guards in the chest or neck, dropping them. Aaron, now fully aware of the bullets’ relative harmlessness, charged straight at them and threw a football tackle at one of the few still standing. The sounds of bones cracking as they collided turned Aaron’s stomach. Pushing off his left foot, he felt an eruption just under his feet, and he and the guard flew forward hard enough to shatter the walls of the building and send them hurtling outside.

With a horrific realization, Aaron found himself several stories in the air, hurtling towards the ground, clutching onto the body armor of the guard he had tackled. The pavement below was well lit by a combination of moonlight, streetlights, and signs from nearby buildings. Bracing himself, Aaron hardly had time to register the car directly in his trajectory before he and the man crashed through its roof. The car’s alarm blared in his ears and he struggled to disentangle himself from the wreckage, and he stood, but not before looking again into the lifeless, blue eyes of the security guard he had taken with him.

Oh God…

The constant blaring of the car’s alarm seemed to wail its accusations at him. Murderer. Criminal. Freak. Aaron clutched his hands to his ears, hot tears streaming down his face. The sudden cracks of gunfire from the window above and the sounds of bullets hitting the pavement and car wreckage around him pulled him quickly from his panic, and he ran, barefoot and shirtless, into the nearby alley.

Aaron woke in his bed, soaked in sweat and shivering, the sound of his cell phone alarm hauntingly reminiscent of the car alarm in his dream. With a sigh, he sat up and wiped the sweat from his eyes and struggled to catch his breath.

Third time this month.

Khrism said
Name: Aaron WhiteAlias: IcarusAlignment: HeroIdentity: Secret

Approved. Welcome aboard

started something, but lost steam. I'll finish it hopefully tomorrow, though I have a bit of a big day ahead of me

Post coming tonight, guaranteed.