Well. DOnt I have a fitting nemesis for your cowboy Henry...

Hoohoo love me some mystic characters.

First Jeremiah post should be up tomorrow

Mictecal

Character you have created: Mictecacihuatl (Mictecal for short!)
Alias: Mictecal
Speech Color: Gray Brown
Character Alignment: Selfishly Evil.
Identity: Zoila Amore.


Mictecal appears to be completely without mercy, taking no small pleasure in killing and in the death of others. It helps to understand that to her, all living things are in the end just realized necromantic potential. That said, she can easily make herself seem pleasant and agreeable, able to play the part of a harmless mortal, much thanks to the memories of the person who she was before she became a avatar of death. This generally manifests as a blasé and laid back persona who semingly only wants to have fun and who enjoys some less then child friendly entertainment.



Mictecal doesn’t cut a imposing figure at her 166cm. Appearing as a woman in her late 30’s - early 40’s, she is generously proportioned, with an air of confidence. Her eyes seemed to be almost constantly heavy lidded, as if she is about to fall asleep. Her hair has a strange silver tone to it, making her seem slightly older than before. Her clothes take clear inspiration from south and - central american indigenous people and seem to favor ease of movement above all else. She is almost always seen carrying around a machete like blade that glow faintly green that hangs at her back within easy reach. Her back has a scar from her mortal hosts time as a runner, when some nasty gangbangers desided to carve in her flesh for “taking from the product without paying.”





Mictecacihuatl is one of the many aspects of death worshiped across the world. In her case, she was the ruler of the Incan Land of Dead. After the conquistadors toppled their empire, christian missionaries were quick to condemn the old ways, and she lay forgotten. However, she was not a creature to be denied. She was death, and death is a eternal factor. When the Mexican cartels began to grow in power a few hundred years later, they brought with them a bloodbath befitting of her old stomping grounds and the saints of death, Santa Muerte became a folkloric saint. But Few understood where the Santa Muertes, the very saint of death, roots lay. They did not know who had adapted the saintly robed in order to bask in the glory of death again.

Somewhere around this time of Santa Muertes popularity boom. a child with a very peculiar set of eyes was born. Her red eyes were strange on their own, but the black lines that ran through them marked her some something strange and dangerous. Left at an orphanage, Zoila grew up one of the many lost children of the Americas. A quick runner, she became a courier for local paramilitary thugs and mobsters, always flirting with death. Her only solace was increasingly dangerous jobs, drug binges and the worship of her Patron Saint, the Santa Muerte. Santa Muetre was at this point, a patron saint for most drugrunners, and like her fellow “soldados” working for the Cartels, she prayed to her every day. One day, she had a sudden vision of a underground altar, where a statue with the same eyes as her own were. Led by the Lady of Death's own beckoning call, she stood before it. That is where the story of Zoila effectively ends and the amalgam of the two entities known as Micetan begins.

The statue was a old ritual site for the Inca goddess that had been raised by the christians. They had erased a monastery that was then visited upon death and missfortune. It was partially reconstructed during the mexican revolution to be a fort for the rebels. And after that, it had become part of the cartels massive underground tunnels, and an altar to Santa Muerte. Cutting her wrists, she fell to her knees before the altar and wrapped her arms around the statue in a morbid embrace. As her life bled onto the altar, Micetal devoured the young girls soul and wish for release from this terrible world that abandoned her again and again.

A avatar of death that is driven mainly by her lust for killing, she maintained all the memories of Zoila's normal life, and set out for a career as a hired killer and hit woman. Where she excelled and used her powers to rack up a massive killing spree. She was stopped at the American border by a massive coordinated effort made by the American and Mexican government, involving metas and magicians that managed to bind her and move her to a super max for metas where she is isolated on the deepest, most remote levels. So far removed from any life that she cant even feel the death of insects.

That is, until someone sends a team to pick her up...

Hero Type: Supernatural-Mystic
Power Level: Street when starved, Planet/Cosmic if fed enough death. (Note: We are talking genocidal level for cosmic)


Soul Siphon:
Mictcal devours necrotic energy to acquire temporary as well as lasting power. This means all death magic, ghosts and spirits that aren’t fettered to a living host is fair game to her. The more she devours, the stronger she gains in every facet of her being. The initial burst of power is far bigger then the lasting effect, granting her speed and strength that is inhuman. The more death around her, the better. When it leaves her, a small fragment of that power is permanently embedded in her until she sustains what is normally lethal damage.


Height: 166cm
Weight: 67 kilos
Strength Level: Peak Human, capable of going to extreme levels if surrounded with enough death. At her absolute peak, she has been seen lifting and tossing cars. This was at the peak of her battle at the border, at which point she was fresh off a killing spree that had left a bordertown a ghost town.

Speed/Reaction Timing Level: 5x is her normal speed, upon massive supercharges, she reaches around 10x.
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: Mictecal can survive any damage sustained as long as enough death has taken place around her. She cannot die by normal means, as she is a avatar of death. If you meet her on a a proper battlefield, chances are that not even a tank round is gonna phase her. If it’s only been a pair of people, you can possibly put her down for the count for a little while, or at least chip her power levels down to an acceptable level.

Agility: Inhuman

Intelligence: Not a genius, but not dumb by any means. It’s a case of Cunning over book smarts though.

Fighting Skill:
Extremely skilled with a blade, coupled with necromantic prowess and superhuman abilities, it makes her a terror to face. While she prefers to get up close, she is capable of marksmanship with rifle and pistols alike. Her favored gun being sixshooter she took from a famous Mexican gunsmith. The gun itself was meant to be a gift to the man's daughter, someone that Zoila had met once before becoming Micetal. Upon seeing her, gunsmith realized nothing remained of his daughters friend, and shot her. Micetal was amused by this and took the gun for her own after killing the man. Its a powerfull gun, and she is a regular gunslinger when she wants to be.

Resources:

While the government have seized most of her stuff, she does posses friends on the outside who stashes guns and equipment incase she escapes. A lot of low level thug see her as the saint they long prayed to and will lay down their lives for her blessings.

Weaknesses: Sustained, long fights where she is focused fire will wear her down. If her souls are depleted or somehow exercises them out of her, she is no stronger then a average human. Certein magical tems and holy artifacts have had effect on her. Although what that effect is varies depending on origin and potency of the object.

Supporting Characters: None atm

Do you know how to post pictures on RPG boards?: I think I still doooo?

Sample Post: You don't need one but this is gute

“Send help!” The shout echoed through the com link as the marine backed police sting found themselves as targets. The air around them stank of death, blood made dirt into blood beneath their feet in the otherwise dry, mexican heat. The Cavarro kartel's foot soldiers lay in pieces, slaughtered very much in the same manner as they had been slaughtering their own victims. Sergeant DeRossa sweated bullets as he had to dodge actual bullets from a unknown shooter. The woman was moving to fast to be normal person, her movements graceful like a dancers. Every now and then, another poor souls comlink died.

A blur of green and black streaked across his vision suddenly, his MP5 rattled off a salvo to no avail, he was firing where the phantom had been two seconds earlier. He felt the taste of sweat on his lips, licking them out of habit as he heard another comrade, one of the mexican marines, get his cut throat. There was a ghastly laughter hanging in the air after each kill.

Then came the crack of a gunshot and the flower of fire and blood as the man next to him, Joel, stuped backwards, his brains a large splatter across the wall behind them. He raised his gun at this demon made flesh as a gorgeous, dark haired woman wearing clothes whos pattern reminded him of the murals down in Central America and south Mexico. The native patterning of red and green soaked in the blood of his friends.

“Oh no.” He fumbled for his cross. Holding it meekly before him. “Nuestra Señora de la Santa Muerte…” His voice trembled.

“Please, that is a title you christians gave me. I am Mictecacihuatl… Lady of the Dead…” Her voice was like velvet and he found himself lovering his gun. His heart seemed to slowly stop beating. His eyes clouded over a her entire body seemed to wrapped in a green aura of death, swirling faces of people he knew, people he had eaten with only a week prior to this.

“P-please… Spare me.” HIs voice came out hoarse, raspy. He found it hard to even breathe, his body hot and cold at once.

“Death comes for us all…” She produced a horrifically vicious looking and machete like blade. “Thank you for the meal”

Character you have created: Mictecacihuatl (Mictecal for short!)
Alias: Mictecal
Speech Color: Gray Brown
Character Alignment: Selfishly Evil.
Identity: Zoila Amore.

Since we already have an overabundance of supernatural/magic villains, I am going to defer to NMS and/or Hound about whether this character sheet is approved or not.

<Snipped quote by Hellis>

Since we already have an overabundance of supernatural/magic villains, I am going to defer to NMS and/or Hound about whether this character sheet is approved or not.

An overabundance? Let's do a quick count of non-mystics in the current roster. That is at 29, give or take one like Pantheon. Not including NPCs.

Mystics and supernaturals is at 16 total. Ji, Yeong, Rune, Raeviir, and Broker are inactive ic wise. There are some inactive non-mystics as well. The supernatural and mystic characters are shared between about 7 players including myself. I have 2, Vat 2, Fdeviant 3, Fallen 1, Shydot 1, Legion 2, and Indy 1. Hellis will be the 8th player to the RP returning with his new one. So that brings us to 12 active characters, including Hellis' new one.

The mystics/supernaturals in villains is saturated because there's only 6 active characters labeled as villains out of 8. It's an over-saturation for villains specifically but there's not many villains to begin with, so it's not the fault of Hellis as a player.

It seems unfair to put a cap on mystics when there's still so few overall by comparison.

@Dedonus

I am retiring Broker, so you know. That makes my charachter +/- on that front. If you wanna keep your rp alive, I suggest not turning players down on poorly considered biases. Especially as you allowed a magical cowboy/mystic just before. At least be consistent.

I have put a ton of work into this charachter. Even drawn my own art for it. All becouse I wanted to return to rping with ya'll. if your gonna try and argue I shouldn't be allowed this charachter, that's downright disheartening.

@Dedonus

I am retiring Broker, so you know. That makes my charachter +/- on that front. If you wanna keep your rp alive, I suggest not turning players down on poorly considered biases. Especially as you allowed a magical cowboy/mystic just before. At least be consistent.

I have put a ton of work into this charachter. Even drawn my own art for it. All becouse I wanted to return to rping with ya'll. if your gonna try and argue I shouldn't be allowed this charachter, that's downright disheartening.

It's obvious that you stopped reading at the comma, since I said nothing about your character never being accepted. I said you would have to wait until NMS or Hound have read over the CS. I felt the same way about the last supernatural/magic character, and the other GMs still approved that character. So please stop with the hissy fit.

We've been running this game ever since Guildfall (and technically a decade - give or take - for NMS and Hound). I think we know how to keep the game alive. Unlike the thousands of other failures on this site.

I'm going to go ahead and approve it. It looks good to me

Character you have created: Eris Goodoire

Alias: E.G

Speech Color: Medium Spring Green

Character Alignment: Walking the Line

Identity: Their identity is known to the public.

Character Personality: E.G is a very eccentric person, and often times they confuse the people around them so much that its hard to keep up with their odd personality. E.G is loud, obnoxious, and does things spur of the moment because they feel it is the best way to do anything. While they are a very social person, they only have a few close friends who they trust with all their heart. Most of the time, E.G is happy, and when they're in a good mood they try to make others feel happy as well. Usually with music, or their own singing, as long as it puts a smile on someone's face by the end of it, its a win for them. Music is very important to them, so important that they've literally begun to see the world in a different way. E.G will see the environment around them differently based on how the music makes them feel, and while that may be hard to describe, E.G has said that its a lot like walking through a real life, music video. E.G is not the first person to jump in when a situation is hot, or when their are baddies nearby. They have special rules for when they intervene, and for when they don't, but they always intervene in the case of abuse or bullying. Those two topics strike a cord with them, and as such they help anyone else who may also be struggling with it.

Characters Costume/Design:

(I couldn't find a suitable pic online so I drew my own, the art is definitely my own I didn't steal.)


Origin Info/Details: Eris Goodoire was born to wealthy parents in the middle of suburban Atlanta. Ever since they were a child, their parents have planned their life out for them for basically the next forty years. They were going to marry some man who they had never met before, and they were going to have two kids, and before all of that they were going to go to school as a doctor. There were no ifs, ands, or buts about it. They had no choice in anything, and as long as they lived under the roof of those two domineering people, they never would. One day, near their 17th birthday, they decided to finally do something about their uncontrollable life. They had a plan to escape, and a place to get to once they left. The only person in the world who they trusted with enacting this plan was the butler Charlton, an old man who wanted to help them escape just as much as they wanted to leave.

On the night of the plan, Eris snuck out of the dining room where the guests were talking and discussing their future plans. While the adults haggled over who's son they would marry, they tied the curtains in the bathroom into a makeshift rope. While they discussed which college they would send them off to, they dropped the rope down the side of the house, and climbed out. And while they discussed whether they would truly make a wonderful doctor or lawyer, they were speeding away in a car with the butler on their way to greater things.

They lived in apartments rented out by somewhat close friends, and they moved frequently when the hunt for them made the front page of the newspaper's. They needed help desperately, but the only thing they could do was hide in the lower slums of Atlanta until they finally found them. And find them they did. Once they were found and returned to their parents, their parents had a lot to say for their behaviour. They said that they were crazy, and disruptive. There was only one cure for such a person's behaviour, and that was a pill. Their parents held in their possession a powerful drug said to induce a calm like state over anyone who takes it. To make sure the drug was working properly, the bottle said, you must listen to some kind of therapeutic music under its influence.

Eris' parents locked them away in their room, with nothing but food, water, the pills, and a cassette player that held a variety of different music. For days, Eris had horrible nightmares filled with the songs that their parents played on repeat. It was a single cassette called "The Many wonders of Kenny G" and it nearly drove them to insanity. On the tenth day of being locked away in their room, Eris found they had finally had enough of being trapped, and more importantly they had had enough of Kenny G and his saxophone. They wanted new music, anything else besides that man's jazzy tune. And then, seemingly at will, they played a new song from the cassette tape. They had only one tape, and it was Kenny G's, but suddenly they weren't hearing that. They were hearing the Beatles.

They closed their eyes in relief then, finally happy that they had found some kind of relief from the torture. As they laid on the floor of their room, images of beautiful panorama filled their minds eye. The world they created in their head with the beautiful shapes and sounds seemed so much nicer than the world they lived in now. They wished it were real somehow, or at least that they could make it real. They tapped on the floor to the beat of "Here comes the Sun", and unbeknownst to them little multicolored, pixel like podiums the size of a a finger rose from the ground where they tapped. They opened their eyes to find they had created a tiny version of the things in their head.

They got up, and completely lost to reason, began to dance to the song. They closed their eyes and just let the music and the images do the talking. Their room was over taken by colors and meta physical sunflowers that had popped up during the chorus. When the guitar riff played, they had made giant stairwells with each beat, and destroyed the ceiling in the process. They could distantly hear their mother's screams of terror, but it was drowned out by this point because all they could here was "Here comes the Sun, here comes the sun and I'll say...It's alright!"

They destroyed the house listening to a song they loved. And when the song finally ended, they had created what they saw in their head, and their house was now converted into a strange, colorful music video for a song over fifty years old. They smiled for the first time in days when they saw what they had made, and walked down the street a new person. With their newfound power, they decided they would help people smile a little more than they usually did with music. They moved away from their parents, got new clothing, and finally lived how they wanted to live. They work part time at an old music shop, and rent an apartment far, far away in southern New Jersey.

Hero Type (Select one): Other, they have the ability to project their feelings on a particular song to the world, and manifest it physically in the form of a colorful panorama of shapes and color.

Power Level (Select one below): Street Level

Powers (Be Specific): They have the ability to project their feelings of a particular song to the world, and manifest those feelings physically in the shape and color of a musical panorama. They can change any song on a radio or cassette player or any music playing device to whatever song they want at will, and they can make this song as loud as they can handle it. If they want other people to hear it, they can raise the volume of the song so others can hear it, but it can't be too loud or else it'll make them go deaf in the process.

Attributes (Select one at each category):
Height: 5"8
Weight: 120 pounds
Strength Level: Normal Human
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Normal Human
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: 3 hours
Agility: Normal Human
Intelligence: Average
Fighting Skill: Untrained
Resources: Extreme

Weaknesses: They can only handle the volume of a song like any other human can. Raising the volume too high could damage their ears and hurt them. They cannot infinitely stretch their panorama to the sky, or influence things they cannot see. The panorama can only be manifested in a song that E.G likes, so I'm afraid they can't make a music video for something like Beethovens fifth. They don't have super strength and they are not incredibly durable, a punch to the gut will hurt them the same as any other human. If they're tired it becomes a little harder to make a panorama.

Supporting Characters: Charlton the Butler, Phoenix their close friend who doesn't really talk much, Leila a girl who has her own strange abilities involving a green moth and who will regularly help them when they need it, and Max the owner of the store they work at.

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Sample Post: " 'You ain't nothing but a hound dog...!' Come on Charlton sing with me!" Charlton, the Butler shook his head.

"On the contrary, Master Goodoire, I don't think dancing before dinner to Elvis is appropriate behaviour in this..." he nodded his head to the window, where outside you could see the dirty walls of the alleyway below. "Neighborhood." E.G shook their head.

"You've gotta learn to live a little, Charlton. I mean, what's the harm in a few songs before bed time? I haven't heard anyone complain yet." And just as they said that, a rock was thrown through the window, with a nice note tied around it. The message read "Please shut the fuck up with that Elvis shit, people are trying to sleep." E.G instinctively toned the volume of the record player down. "Okay, so maybe we're a little loud." They said. "But who doesn't like Elvis?" Another rock was thrown through the the same window, completely destroying the rest of frame. This time the note read "You can miss me with that Rockabilly shit." E.G crumpled the note in a defeated gesture. "I guess he wasn't as great here as I thought, huh?" They said.

As Charlton set the table with the scanty amount of silverware they owned, and served up spaghetti, he tried to console them a little. "If it's any consolation, I believe in New Jersey it is custom to play something akin to 60s music rather than 50s, miss. They do like Elton John here." E.G scoffed.

"Everyone likes Elton John, Charlton. That's practically cheating if you say your favorite artist is Elton John." They snapped their fingers, and the record began to play a track from the Beatles first album. E.G took a seat at the table, and Charlton joined them as they listened to music while eating dinner. "Seriously though, what do these people even like?" They asked. "How can I help them with music if I don't even know what kind they like?"

"You're neighbor is not the whole of New Jersey, sir. They're ideas on what good music is doesn't speak for everyone else." He smiled, as he poured them both water in glasses. "Sometimes tastes will vary, depending upon who's listening to what at the time."

They groaned, and rocked their head back on the chair. "I guess you're right. But still, Elvis is sweet! Who doesn't like a bit of rock and roll?"

"Our neighbor, apparently. Which reminds me, one of them dropped by yesterday. He came to congratulate you on your successful moving in." Charlton said. "He brought a package as a gift, you may want to open it after-" E.G shot off from the table and straight into their room, where the present would no doubt be. Charlton sighed, and began to clear away their plate for them. Knowing E.G, they would be in their room all night, obsessing over their new toy.

The gift lay on their bed wrapped neatly in brightly colored packaging. Without waiting to read the note attached to it, E.G ripped open the package and pulled out what was inside. It was an old-fashioned walkman with headphones, and a stack of old tapes to go along with them. Excited, they plugged the headphones in, and popped a tape in the Walkman. And slowly, once they pressed play, the horrifying sounds of Kenny G's sax filled their ears, and they were transported back to that horrible room with the pills. They ripped the head phones off of their head, and flung it at at the wall. Charlton came into the room, a look of concern etched on his old face.

"Is everything all right in here?" He asked. E.G turned to him with a terrified look on their face.

"Charlton, who brought these tapes in?" They asked. Charlton peered closer at the package on the bed, and noticed the rest of the tapes still in the box.

"Why a neighbor, of course. Not the man who threw a rock through our window, but another tenant in the building. I believe he said he lives up above us." He explained. "Why? Is something wrong with the gift?" E.G stood up, and picked the shattered remains of the Walkman up from the floor. Whoever brought those tapes in was dangerously toeing the line with them.
.......

Final Notes: Eris is Nonbinary, and prefers They/Them pronouns. When Charlton speaks to them, he will often alternate between the feminine and masculine verison of Master. I.e why he calls them both Sir and Miss in the same conversation. I'm putting this here in case anyone is confused by the wording in the sheet.

hey, I saw that this was an open rp, so I decided to put my hat in the ring!

edit: also tell me what you think of them and the art I drew!

Character you have created: Eris Goodoire

Alias: E.G

Speech Color: Medium Spring Green

Character Alignment: Walking the Line

Identity: Their identity is known to the public.

Approved.

Character you have created: Eris Goodoire

Alias: E.G

Speech Color: Medium Spring Green

Character Alignment: Walking the Line

Identity: Their identity is known to the public.

Character Personality: E.G is a very eccentric person, and often times they confuse the people around them so much that its hard to keep up with their odd personality. E.G is loud, obnoxious, and does things spur of the moment because they feel it is the best way to do anything. While they are a very social person, they only have a few close friends who they trust with all their heart. Most of the time, E.G is happy, and when they're in a good mood they try to make others feel happy as well. Usually with music, or their own singing, as long as it puts a smile on someone's face by the end of it, its a win for them. Music is very important to them, so important that they've literally begun to see the world in a different way. E.G will see the environment around them differently based on how the music makes them feel, and while that may be hard to describe, E.G has said that its a lot like walking through a real life, music video. E.G is not the first person to jump in when a situation is hot, or when their are baddies nearby. They have special rules for when they intervene, and for when they don't, but they always intervene in the case of abuse or bullying. Those two topics strike a cord with them, and as such they help anyone else who may also be struggling with it.

Characters Costume/Design:

(I couldn't find a suitable pic online so I drew my own, the art is definitely my own I didn't steal.)

E.G's costume [+]

E.G's Face [+]

Origin Info/Details: Eris Goodoire was born to wealthy parents in the middle of suburban Atlanta. Ever since they were a child, their parents have planned their life out for them for basically the next forty years. They were going to marry some man who they had never met before, and they were going to have two kids, and before all of that they were going to go to school as a doctor. There were no ifs, ands, or buts about it. They had no choice in anything, and as long as they lived under the roof of those two domineering people, they never would. One day, near their 17th birthday, they decided to finally do something about their uncontrollable life. They had a plan to escape, and a place to get to once they left. The only person in the world who they trusted with enacting this plan was the butler Charlton, an old man who wanted to help them escape just as much as they wanted to leave.

On the night of the plan, Eris snuck out of the dining room where the guests were talking and discussing their future plans. While the adults haggled over who's son they would marry, they tied the curtains in the bathroom into a makeshift rope. While they discussed which college they would send them off to, they dropped the rope down the side of the house, and climbed out. And while they discussed whether they would truly make a wonderful doctor or lawyer, they were speeding away in a car with the butler on their way to greater things.

They lived in apartments rented out by somewhat close friends, and they moved frequently when the hunt for them made the front page of the newspaper's. They needed help desperately, but the only thing they could do was hide in the lower slums of Atlanta until they finally found them. And find them they did. Once they were found and returned to their parents, their parents had a lot to say for their behaviour. They said that they were crazy, and disruptive. There was only one cure for such a person's behaviour, and that was a pill. Their parents held in their possession a powerful drug said to induce a calm like state over anyone who takes it. To make sure the drug was working properly, the bottle said, you must listen to some kind of therapeutic music under its influence.

Eris' parents locked them away in their room, with nothing but food, water, the pills, and a cassette player that held a variety of different music. For days, Eris had horrible nightmares filled with the songs that their parents played on repeat. It was a single cassette called "The Many wonders of Kenny G" and it nearly drove them to insanity. On the tenth day of being locked away in their room, Eris found they had finally had enough of being trapped, and more importantly they had had enough of Kenny G and his saxophone. They wanted new music, anything else besides that man's jazzy tune. And then, seemingly at will, they played a new song from the cassette tape. They had only one tape, and it was Kenny G's, but suddenly they weren't hearing that. They were hearing the Beatles.

They closed their eyes in relief then, finally happy that they had found some kind of relief from the torture. As they laid on the floor of their room, images of beautiful panorama filled their minds eye. The world they created in their head with the beautiful shapes and sounds seemed so much nicer than the world they lived in now. They wished it were real somehow, or at least that they could make it real. They tapped on the floor to the beat of "Here comes the Sun", and unbeknownst to them little multicolored, pixel like podiums the size of a a finger rose from the ground where they tapped. They opened their eyes to find they had created a tiny version of the things in their head.

They got up, and completely lost to reason, began to dance to the song. They closed their eyes and just let the music and the images do the talking. Their room was over taken by colors and meta physical sunflowers that had popped up during the chorus. When the guitar riff played, they had made giant stairwells with each beat, and destroyed the ceiling in the process. They could distantly hear their mother's screams of terror, but it was drowned out by this point because all they could here was "Here comes the Sun, here comes the sun and I'll say...It's alright!"

They destroyed the house listening to a song they loved. And when the song finally ended, they had created what they saw in their head, and their house was now converted into a strange, colorful music video for a song over fifty years old. They smiled for the first time in days when they saw what they had made, and walked down the street a new person. With their newfound power, they decided they would help people smile a little more than they usually did with music. They moved away from their parents, got new clothing, and finally lived how they wanted to live. They work part time at an old music shop, and rent an apartment far, far away in southern New Jersey.

Hero Type (Select one): Other, they have the ability to project their feelings on a particular song to the world, and manifest it physically in the form of a colorful panorama of shapes and color.

Power Level (Select one below): Street Level

Powers (Be Specific): They have the ability to project their feelings of a particular song to the world, and manifest those feelings physically in the shape and color of a musical panorama. They can change any song on a radio or cassette player or any music playing device to whatever song they want at will, and they can make this song as loud as they can handle it. If they want other people to hear it, they can raise the volume of the song so others can hear it, but it can't be too loud or else it'll make them go deaf in the process.

Attributes (Select one at each category):
Height: 5"8
Weight: 120 pounds
Strength Level: Normal Human
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Normal Human
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: 3 hours
Agility: Normal Human
Intelligence: Average
Fighting Skill: Untrained
Resources: Extreme

Weaknesses: They can only handle the volume of a song like any other human can. Raising the volume too high could damage their ears and hurt them. They cannot infinitely stretch their panorama to the sky, or influence things they cannot see. The panorama can only be manifested in a song that E.G likes, so I'm afraid they can't make a music video for something like Beethovens fifth. They don't have super strength and they are not incredibly durable, a punch to the gut will hurt them the same as any other human. If they're tired it becomes a little harder to make a panorama.

Supporting Characters: Charlton the Butler, Phoenix their close friend who doesn't really talk much, Leila a girl who has her own strange abilities involving a green moth and who will regularly help them when they need it, and Max the owner of the store they work at.

Do you know how to post pictures on RPG boards?: yes.

Sample Post: " 'You ain't nothing but a hound dog...!' Come on Charlton sing with me!" Charlton, the Butler shook his head.

"On the contrary, Master Goodoire, I don't think dancing before dinner to Elvis is appropriate behaviour in this..." he nodded his head to the window, where outside you could see the dirty walls of the alleyway below. "Neighborhood." E.G shook their head.

"You've gotta learn to live a little, Charlton. I mean, what's the harm in a few songs before bed time? I haven't heard anyone complain yet." And just as they said that, a rock was thrown through the window, with a nice note tied around it. The message read "Please shut the fuck up with that Elvis shit, people are trying to sleep." E.G instinctively toned the volume of the record player down. "Okay, so maybe we're a little loud." They said. "But who doesn't like Elvis?" Another rock was thrown through the the same window, completely destroying the rest of frame. This time the note read "You can miss me with that Rockabilly shit." E.G crumpled the note in a defeated gesture. "I guess he wasn't as great here as I thought, huh?" They said.

As Charlton set the table with the scanty amount of silverware they owned, and served up spaghetti, he tried to console them a little. "If it's any consolation, I believe in New Jersey it is custom to play something akin to 60s music rather than 50s, miss. They do like Elton John here." E.G scoffed.

"Everyone likes Elton John, Charlton. That's practically cheating if you say your favorite artist is Elton John." They snapped their fingers, and the record began to play a track from the Beatles first album. E.G took a seat at the table, and Charlton joined them as they listened to music while eating dinner. "Seriously though, what do these people even like?" They asked. "How can I help them with music if I don't even know what kind they like?"

"You're neighbor is not the whole of New Jersey, sir. They're ideas on what good music is doesn't speak for everyone else." He smiled, as he poured them both water in glasses. "Sometimes tastes will vary, depending upon who's listening to what at the time."

They groaned, and rocked their head back on the chair. "I guess you're right. But still, Elvis is sweet! Who doesn't like a bit of rock and roll?"

"Our neighbor, apparently. Which reminds me, one of them dropped by yesterday. He came to congratulate you on your successful moving in." Charlton said. "He brought a package as a gift, you may want to open it after-" E.G shot off from the table and straight into their room, where the present would no doubt be. Charlton sighed, and began to clear away their plate for them. Knowing E.G, they would be in their room all night, obsessing over their new toy.

The gift lay on their bed wrapped neatly in brightly colored packaging. Without waiting to read the note attached to it, E.G ripped open the package and pulled out what was inside. It was an old-fashioned walkman with headphones, and a stack of old tapes to go along with them. Excited, they plugged the headphones in, and popped a tape in the Walkman. And slowly, once they pressed play, the horrifying sounds of Kenny G's sax filled their ears, and they were transported back to that horrible room with the pills. They ripped the head phones off of their head, and flung it at at the wall. Charlton came into the room, a look of concern etched on his old face.

"Is everything all right in here?" He asked. E.G turned to him with a terrified look on their face.

"Charlton, who brought these tapes in?" They asked. Charlton peered closer at the package on the bed, and noticed the rest of the tapes still in the box.

"Why a neighbor, of course. Not the man who threw a rock through our window, but another tenant in the building. I believe he said he lives up above us." He explained. "Why? Is something wrong with the gift?" E.G stood up, and picked the shattered remains of the Walkman up from the floor. Whoever brought those tapes in was dangerously toeing the line with them.
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Final Notes: Eris is Nonbinary, and prefers They/Them pronouns. When Charlton speaks to them, he will often alternate between the feminine and masculine verison of Master. I.e why he calls them both Sir and Miss in the same conversation. I'm putting this here in case anyone is confused by the wording in the sheet.

I'm going to go ahead and approve this. Also, the art work is very good

yes! I'm so excited to start on this, and I can't believe I actually got their CS right in one try! this is like the first time i haven't had to go back and edit things, lol.

I honestly have no idea where to start, but the rules say I should start with E.G's origin so I guess I'm just gonna start there lol. also, everyone seems to write a whole bunch, so I guess I'm just gonna write until I feel it is enough and then post.

I honestly have no idea where to start, but the rules say I should start with E.G's origin so I guess I'm just gonna start there lol. also, everyone seems to write a whole bunch, so I guess I'm just gonna write until I feel it is enough and then post.

We don't have a hard limit. So write at your own pace, though most of us do tend to write quite a lot. Also my guy Hound Dog might be happy to have a fellow Elvis fan.

I have an original character I really like for superhero games, but part of it is that she requires her human companion to communicate and to fit in socially because she is a very-recently arrive mute alien. How would I go about making that in your different-seeming system?

I have an original character I really like for superhero games, but part of it is that she requires her human companion to communicate and to fit in socially because she is a very-recently arrive mute alien. How would I go about making that in your different-seeming system?

What part of your character do you think does not fit in with our game?

I honestly have no idea where to start, but the rules say I should start with E.G's origin so I guess I'm just gonna start there lol. also, everyone seems to write a whole bunch, so I guess I'm just gonna write until I feel it is enough and then post.

We also have a dedicated Discord channel for this game (see the OP of the OOC for the link - e.g. the 1st post). You can always bounce ideas and ask for collaborations there.

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What part of your character do you think does not fit in with our game?

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We also have a dedicated Discord channel for this game (see the OP of the OOC for the link - e.g. the 1st post). You can always bounce ideas and ask for collaborations there.

Is it that although there is only one with a power set, there are two equal and different personalities here. The character is actually two characters. They are linked together in a unique way. A little more tied together than the Wonder Twins, but less than Firestorm in that there are two bodies and two minds.

Actually I haven't had any objections from anybody once they saw what was going on with it but I am stranger to you.

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Is it that although there is only one with a power set, there are two equal and different personalities here. The character is actually two characters. They are linked together in a unique way. A little more tied together than the Wonder Twins, but less than Firestorm in that there are two bodies and two minds.

Actually I haven't had any objections from anybody once they saw what was going on with it but I am stranger to you.

We have had a couple players play a set of brothers and sisters, so your idea wouldn't be any different (besides the relationship between the two characters).