[OOC] Superhuman Revolution (High-Casual)

[Big Sister AM]

You know how something can be “Underground” without actually being under ground, as in below the surface? Well, we're doing such a thing. The world is changing. War is being fought. Well, you can hardly call what happened to our home a “war”, really. The Crusaders just took it all and made it theirs; all because of that damned leader of theirs.

Oh, you haven't heard, have you? About their leader? Don't worry, I'll fill you in.

His name is a mystery; even to the government he felled. They say he's a super-human, though. He makes those … things, the Crusaders wear; their armor and weapons and all that. They say he can build anything out of scrap metal, just by thinking about it. He calls himself “God”; explains why he chose the name “Crusaders” for his soldiers, huh?

You wonder what this has to do with being underground? It's simple, really. We never go the chance to fight the war before it was over, so now we're gonna fight. Anyone can join us. We're the “Liberation Front” … I'm still thinking for a name for us. Anyways, I figured that if he can be a super-human, then maybe there's others, too. Maybe there's tons of them out there and they're just afraid that the world will hate them. I mean, he's obviously been around for a while; he's not exactly an infant. If you know any, send them to me. If you know anyone else who wants to fight, send them to me. If you want to fight, you're welcome, too.

So, are you going to join me?

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“The New God”
Not much is known about this man who came and turned the world around. Even though it feels like it has been a lifetime, it was really just a few years ago. He is a superhuman. A Technopath, they call him. He can create any sort of technology from just a few scraps of metal. He wills it and it happens.
Four years ago, give or take a month or two, he rose. The Crusaders, his soldiers, stood behind him. All of their weapons were beyond what we had ever imagined building. Their armors were like something out of a science fiction movie. Everything was so far beyond what we were capable of and he did it like it was nothing.
After forcing the world to obey his word as their new leader by threat and force, he simply proclaimed himself The New God, build himself a castle of metal and technology and sat in his throne while his Crusaders roamed the streets, ready to pull the trigger on anyone acting out of line.

“The Archangels”
The Archangels are a group of superhumans who follow The New God. There is said to be seven of them, but few has ever been seen.
The powers of these seven Archangels have, however, been made public.
Gabrielle, The Messenger, does something called Visual Projection; she makes illusions. She is also the only female amongst the Archangels.
Michael, The Warrior, is able to bend the very ground we stand on; he can manipulate, shape and control all earthen objects, such as dirt, stone, sand and even dust; this power is known as Geokinesis.
Raphael, The Healer, has the power to control and manipulate water in all of its forms and shapes, something they call Aquakinesis.
Uriel, The Guard, is able to create, manipulate and shape flames and fire; a power known as Pyrokinesis.
Raguel, The Judge, has the ability to not only read the minds of others, but also project his own thoughts into these minds; this power is called Telepathy
Remiel, The Watcher, has a power known as Electrokinesis; the ability to manipulate electricity and electric currents.
Sariel, The Angel of Death, has a power that is most feared amongst all of the human race; his mere touch will bring you nothing but eternal sleep in the form of death.

“The Crusaders”
The Crusaders are a group of human soldiers, supplied with armor, weaponry and gadgets from their Leader, The New God.
Unlike what most people think when they see these robot-looking men roaming the streets with their large guns and even larger armors, the Crusaders are just regular human men and women within giant, technological suits of pure scientific enhancement. There is nothing biologically altered within these humans.

“The Superhumans”
Although superhumans as such just became publicly known when The New God took his throne, humans with powers beyond that of the normal have been around since the dawn of time. Many of our historical figures, religious prophets and “fictional” heroes have been the superhumans of their time.
Normally, the superhumans stay in hiding, due to an instinct to fit in, much like a bird will fly away whenever something gets too close or how you withdraw your hand from something that hurts you. Sometimes, however, these instincts fail; birds get run over or eaten, idiots search for pain and superhumans feel the need to do something great and come out of hiding.
Superhumans' powers range from anything as simple as supersonic hearing or “hawk eyes” to such things as technopathy or telekinesis.
Unlike what was first assumed, who becomes a superhuman is not random; it is a part of the genetic code. Some people have the possibility, some do not. It is like having blue eyes. The power, however, is completely random. Even if both parents happen to have the same power, their child may never get one and if it does, the power it receives is random. Two telepaths can have a son with super strength, for example.

“The World”
After The New God took over, the world has fallen to ashes, so to speak. The people live in fear of the powers of both The New God himself, his superhuman Archangels and the hi-tech Crusaders that now roam their streets. Life has gotten hard; money is hard to earn and food stuffs are expensive. Things such as coffee, chocolate and fresh fruit or vegetables are next to impossible to get a hold on and also illegal. Alcohol, sugar, cream and oil has been made illegal, as well. Almost all beauty products, such as makeup, skin creams, perfumes and conditioners are against the law.
The New God commanded that humanity was weak, lazy and sloppy and that he would make them human once more by all of these new rules. More work and less play as well as a gun to their backs, humanity does not have much choice but to obey.
-Sugar, tobacco, alcohol, cream, fresh fruit and vegetables, coffee, beauty products and many more things are illegal.
-The curfew is 9PM for anyone not working night shifts.
-Books, the internet, TV and radio is banned and burned.
-Marriage is banned.
-Religion is banned.
-Each “couple” is constricted to one child.
-Everyone is assigned a job, you do not get to choose.

“The Liberation Front”
Oh, so you want to know about my liberation front, huh? Well, my name is Jackson, that's all you really need to know about me. We have our quarters in the Asylum. I know I know, we're in a mental institution, but it's the only place in the city safe from The Judge, after they had the walls coated with that nano-stuff to keep the crazies out of his head. We are a few hundred members in all, but far the most of us are just regular humans; no superpowers here. We have a few superhumans, but I guess most of the follow The New God or are still in hiding.
What we want is to take down the New God and get the world back the way it was. My kids are growing up in world where they can't have candy. And I miss my alcohol so damn much. Tobacco, too. Oh, and coffee, that bitter old bitch.
So, do you want to help us?

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(Bad title is Bad, deal with it)

I am looking for dedicated roleplayers, so if you're not, you might as well find another place to be.
So, this will be High-Casual, very character developement focused and probably slow paced roleplay. I want players who are able to take it slow and still enjoy what they are doing and I want depth in each and every post (obviously, you can have a writers block or something; that is totally acceptable). I should warn you that I can be a bit tough, though.
And, uhh, I'm honestly known to be a bit bitchy at times, but that's because I'm a great fan of detail. Even though I want everyone to be creative and all that, I would still appriciate some realism.
I don't want you to be childish about it. I won't mind if you discuss things with me, but I don't want any “well, if it can't be my way, I'll just leave”... 'cause then I can gladly slam the metaphorical door in your face.
I'm not “rude”. I'm honest.
With that said, I actually do have some humor, though my sense of humor is quite special. I would blame the fact that I am danish, but even danes think I'm weird.
Like everyone else, I find it funny if people fall over; as long as they don't get hurt. I find nudity funny. I even find the taboos funny, sometimes. I don't mind a dirty joke or a “a jew walks into a bar” sort of thing, but we should respect each other.
Now, for me to know that you actually read this, I want you to incorporate a color of your choice into your first reply to the thread.

Character Skeleton

“(Put a “Quote” in here)”

Name:
(Doesn't have to be english/american. You can be any nationality you want.)

Alias/Nickname:
(OPTIONAL) (Alias would be like “Batman”. Nickname more like “Brucie”.)

Age:
(Simply just age.)

Sex:
(Male/female/hermaprodite/non-gendered … go nuts)

Sexuality:
(What are you into? Men, women, both? S&M, furries?)

“(Put another “Quote” here)”

Appearance:
(Either a describtion or a picture/image.)

Height:
(In both feet/inches and in centimeters.)

Weight:
(In both ounds and kilograms.)

Body Type:
(Endomorph, Ectomorph, Mesomorph. Banana, apple, pear, hourglass, regtangle? Goes for dudes, too. Describe the body type a bit.)

(For FEMALES)Bust:
(For females, add bra cup size in both US and EU)

Clothing Style:
(Gangsta, Punk, Goth, Scene, Fashion, Slut, Fancy, Casual..?)

“(Yet another “Quote” goes here)”

Personality:
(A brief describtion of their overall personality and how they react to certain situations; i.e. stress, sadness, happy, in love.)

Biography:
(Just a brief biography of their life. No going into everyday details and stuff. Certain grand parts of their lives are encouraged to be described in detail, for example how/when they got/realized their powers)

Skills:
(Anything taught. Painting, martial arts, instruments, anything, really.)

Powers:
(OPTIONAL) (If you're making a superhuman, their genetic power goes here. Try not to be too OP.)

“(The last of the “Quote”s go here)”

“The Rules”
1. Thou shall not God-Mod, Power-Play or anything along those lines
2. Thou shall Spell-Check and Grammar-check
3. Thou shall have two posts between each of your own (you, someone, someone, you)
4. Thou shall respect the other RPers
5. Thou shall listen to your GM
6. Thou shall keep it PG-13
7. Thou art Role-players, not Writers; teamwork is key
8. Thou shall have fun, or there's no point in doing it
9. "I have read and agreed to the rules"; incorporate the word "Accept" in your first reply to the thread.

[Big Sister AM]

This post will be reserved for NPC character sheets.

Jessica “Bloom” Summers

“I'm not a magician;
I'm not gonna pull
a bunch of roses
out my sleeve.”

Name:
Jessica Summers.

Alias/Nickname:
Both her alias and nickname is “Bloom”.

Age:
Eighteen years of age (18)

Sex:
Female ♀

Sexuality:
She is straight.

“It's not as if
I can order them around.
They just listen to me.”

Appearance:

Height:
5'1” - 156cm

Weight:
99lbs - 45kg

Body Type:
Jessica has an Ectomorph type body. She is skinny, fragile and flat-chested. Her body shape is technically hourglass, as both her hips and shoulders are wider than her waist, but due to her small frame size, this is hardly visible and her body shape is perceived as a rectangle.

[indent]Bust:
US = 32A, EU = 70B

Clothing Style:
Hippie style. Bloom loves floral summer dresses, long, loose and wavy skirts and loose tops. She adores anything with apples on it.

“They took my sister.
I am going
to get her back.”

Personality:
Jessica is a sweet, soft-spoken and rather quiet girl. She is quite shy, in fact. She is the type of person to always put others in front of her own needs and dreams and to always do as she is told as long as she does not feel that what she is doing is a bad thing.
She and her twin sister had a rather symbiotic relationship. Where Jessica is soft and sweet, her sister is hard and rough. Where Jessica wants to help others, her sister never lets people get in her way. Together, they make each other more complete.

Biography:
Jessica and her identical twin sister, Amanda, was given away at birth. Their mother was a teenager, not even finished with school yet, but she was a bright, smart, girl, who knew all the answers, but made a mistake. Their father was the star player of the football team, a not-quite-so-bright young man who made a mistake as well. Unbeknown to the girls, as they had never actually met their parents, they were the result of two superhumans fining each other. Their mother was a telepath and their father had super strength and spontaneous regeneration.

The girls spent the first eight years of their lives in an orphanage; no one wanted a set of twins and the girls refused to be separated. The exhibited proof of their powers from a very early age, but no one gave it any thought as something superhuman.
Jessica was extremely good with plants. She could make them grow faster than anyone, her plants got the most beautiful flowers and she even came and showed off how she had spliced some plants every once in a while.
Amanda was a different matter; she could make people see things there were not there. Whether it was her own appearance or making a loop in the hallway so no matter what door one tried to open, they would always enter the same room, Amanda could do it. In her presence, nothing was ever as it seemed.

When they were eight, they were adopted by a man claiming to be their uncle on their father's side. He was nice, so they did not mind going with him. He, as the first person ever, showed interest in their abilities. He was especially interested in Amanda and what she could do. He showed them that he had a power, too. He could build things; machines.
By the times the girls turned ten, they were both pretty good at using their powers, as their “uncle” encouraged them to do so as much as possible. He was never around much, though, as he had to make money for himself and the girls. Jessica cooked and cleaned like a good little housewife, while Amanda was out playing by making people see things.

On the day of their fourteenth birthday, it happened. The Crusaders raided the house. They took Amanda and left Jessica alone for the first time in her life. She was scared so badly that she simply stayed hidden. She stayed there for days, waiting for her uncle to return and find her, but he never did. Eventually, she had to crawl out from her hiding and she saw what the city had become. She had no family and although she could stay at her uncle's house, she did not want to.
She wandered out, scared and alone, carefully hiding from the Crusaders that were marching around on the streets, keeping an eye out on anything that moved with their fingers on the triggers of their guns.
Then, Jackson found her.

Skills:
Jessica loves to cook; always have, always will. She is extremely talented at it. She mostly cooks vegetarian dishes, as both her and her sister are vegetarians, but she can cook meats as well. In fact, she is quite the little housewife in general. She can sew, knit and embroider, if needed. She cleans, she does laundry and she even cuts peoples hair when they need that.

Powers:
Botanokinesis
Jessica can shape and manipulate plants, including wood, vines, plants, moss, and parts of the plants, such as leaves, seeds, fruits and flowers. She can cause plants grow, move/attack or even rise from the soil and “walk”, mutate plants by rearranging DNA structure, and revive withered or dead plants.
They can use their power for defense and support by growing plants from the ground and make them sprout seeds/fruits/berries, or even to possibly use plant chemicals to heal people or objects or manipulate their properties for a wide range of effects.

“I love the sunset.
I reminds me that there is always
a new day coming.”

[Big Sister AM]

This post will be reserved for Character Roster/Character Sheet links.

[Big Sister AM]

Damn it, I hate bumping (and stealing the frst three posts)... but *sigh*, it has to be done ... *bump*

[Zordon]

Didn't realize the OOC was up. I'm here.

[Big Sister AM]

Well... I'm working on some NPCs for the Liberation Front. You know, just to roam around and such, so our characters aren't the only ones there. I've got five so far; two of them superhumans with non-combat related powers.

[DaDrummer676]

I just have to accept the fact that I really like this roleplay....

[Big Sister AM]

I'm glad you do ^_~

When we get a few more people here, I'll start working on the details of the world and such. As of right now, I'm not even sure this is going to make it off the ground (at least not the first attempt :p ).

[DaDrummer676]

Alright cool, I'll be watching to see if people join. I hope this kicks off. I am still working on my CS.

[mizushinzui]

Am quite interested in joining, also RED because yay colors

Will post my character sheet ASAP

[Big Sister AM]

Well, my character is ready ^_^

Long Bio is long, but it would probably be beneficial to read it. I'm going to add some of that to the OP, to give a bit more detail.

Lucas “Sissy” Spencer

“Have you ever noticed how unsettled dust,
drifting around in the light of the sun,
looks like stars sparkling on a clear night sky?”

Name:
Lucas Spencer.

Alias/Nickname:
His nickname, the name he introduces to friends, is “Sissy”. His alias is/will be “Firedancer”.

Age:
Twenty-four years of age (24)

Sex:
Male ♂

Sexuality:
Lucas is a homosexual.

“I don't get why people hate thunder so much;
it's like the heartbeat of nature.
It's such a beautiful sound, don't you think?”

Appearance:

Height:
6'3” - 191cm

Weight:
183lbs – 83kg

Body Type:
Lucas' body type is Ectomorph, tall and skinny, with very little muscle and a hard time gaining weight, no matter how much and how unhealthily he eats.
His body shape is rectangle; with his shoulders, waist and hips in nearly a straight line.

Clothing Style:
He usually wears simple and quite worn t-shirts. Sometimes he even wears a t-shirt over another t-shirt. He has a baby pink shirt with sparkly, glitter letters that spell out “Princess” that he wears quite a lot, though.
For his legs, he wears long, denim pants that tends to be a size or two too big to get that baggy effect that kids love so much these days; he keeps these too-big pants up with a studded, leather belt. His pants tend to be more than well worn and too many of them have holes in places where holes should not be, like the butt.
He wears sneakers all the time. He has sneakers in all the colors of the rainbow.

“You know, change isn't always bad;
when the sun goes down and it gets dark
you can see the stars on the sky.
Isn't it just gorgeous?”

Personality:
Lucas has a very laid back, calm kind of attitude. He is a incurable optimist and opportunist; his glass never empties, no matter how much he drinks. He is the type to sit around in gardens, playing his guitar and listening to the sound of the nature around him for inspiration or playing his tunes outside the mall, hoping that someone will hear, simply so he may have made someone's day just a little bit brighter. He might even break into song, if he feels like it, or start dancing even with no music on.
He loves the smell right after the rain, the sounds of the birds chirping when the sun rises and music of any and all kinds.
He hates it when people are dishonest or look down on other people; even more when the put others down, just to make themselves feel better.
He does, however, have a slight problem when it comes to stressful situations, such as fear, rage or confusion, as his powers tend to react more strongly to his instincts than to his actual commands. This is one of the reasons that he attempts, and mostly succeeds, at keeping calm no matter what.

Biography:
Lucas never really thinks about how he grew up or whether his childhood was good or bad. It was a childhood. He grew up. He made some right decisions and some wrong ones.
When he was little, he liked climbing trees and many a time he got stuck up there, crying for his mother to come help him. At one time, he got stuck with his foot in a fork branch; hanging upside down. He cried for his mother to come help him, only for her to excuse herself as she laughed her ass off, getting the camera to take a picture.
He liked swimming, too. At one time, he was at the beach. He was paddling around in the water in his little ducky-lifesaver, when a wave came. It tipped him upside-down once again. His mother laughed her ass off again.

When he got a little older, he used to go play with the other kids. They would run around with sticks, pretending that they were swords. Many times, he got hit in the head, over his fingers and anywhere else that hurt. He came home with a bloody nose at least once a week, because a make-shift arrow had hit him in the face.
They would go down to the lake to fish, using home-made fishing rods made from sticks with a string on it. They would never catch anything, but it was fun. On warm days, they would jump in the lake and splash around.

When he turned ten, his mom got him a guitar for his birthday. It was the best gift he had ever gotten. He would sit around in the sun, just practicing his playing while his friends played around him, enjoying his music. When they played, he would always be a bard. Down by the lake, they would just sit back and enjoy the sun, the sound of the streaming water and Lucas' guitar and just enjoy the feel of being near each other.

Then, when Lucas turned thirteen, he got his very first real gift from a friend of his; a boy named Alex. It was a dark green beanie. “I got you this so you could hide that awful ginger fringe,” was the message along with the gift. This resulted in Lucas growing out his hair, so that awful ginger fringe was still visible, even when he wore the beanie.

During his teens, he did many dumb things. He dyed his hair every color of the rainbow. He tried smoking and felt like he was almost dying. He even had a few encounters with alcohol, which he had to admit was not half bad. He tried smoking weed, which was not half bad, either. He kissed girls and touched girls. He kissed boys, too. He liked that better.
He came out as a homosexual when he was seventeen.
His best friend, Alex, got him a pink shirt with glitter letters that said “Princess” as a coming out gift, along with the nickname Sissy.

Lucas never considered himself unnatural or different. Sure, he could do some things that most people could not, but his mother did not seem to think it was a big deal. His friends thought it was cool. Alex really liked it when he played with fire. As far as he knew, he had always been able to do it. His mother did yell at him for hours about how he needed to control himself or they would find out, when he accidentally burned his neighbors cat. It was bald for weeks.

Lucas moved out of his mothers house and into an apartment in the city with his boyfriend, Alex, as soon as he turned eighteen. His mother had yelled at him for being stupid, kissed his cheek and told him to visit as often as humanly possible and, whatever he did, to keep his ability hidden.
He agreed and left.
The apartment was small, but cozy. The city was noisy. Work was hard to get and everywhere he went, he felt like people were giving him odd looks. Alex used to joke that it was the horrid ginger fringe. In fact, it was the heat that some people noticed, when they got close enough. Alex was used to it, having known Lucas for his entire life, but these people were not.
Eventually, Lucas got a job as a clerk at toy store; the kids loved him, especially when he played and sang to them. Alex got a job in a bank. They were happy.

After two whole years of this happiness, they had gotten so used to each other that Axel did not even wonder when Lucas came home with sweat dripping off him like he had gone swimming with his clothes on; he simply got a bag of ice and put it on his chest. He never wondered when he came home to find that they had to get a new dining table, because Lucas had burned the other one to ashes. He did not ask why Lucas called in sick, when he was clearly feeling physically fine. He just knew.

Then it happened. The New God came and his cyborg soldiers, or whatever they were, were more than happy to pull the trigger and blow the brains out on anyone who opposed them. Lucas had never counted on Alex opposing anyone.
Houses and stores were torn apart and burned. People were dragged out of their homes, tagged and tossed away again like old toys that had gotten boring to play with. Everything was turned upside-down, as if they were searching for something.
It was three weeks before Lucas found out what had happened to Alex. Needless to say, he did not take it very well. He wanted to leave; go back to his mother, but they would not allow it. The city was shut down. The TV-stations were closed; the radio, too. Everything. Books and magazines were burned; they were taking away everything.

Skills:
Lucas plays the guitar like a pro and can play almost any other instrument quite well, too. He is a pretty good singer and knows how to bust a move like a truly gay man in a sparkly, pink shirt.
When he was trying to get his power under control during his teen years, when his hormones were raging, he taught himself Tai Chi as a sort of meditation as well as a sort of training of control, releasing fire in tact with the movements. He also taught himself the quicker, harsher and more violent side of Tai Chi, in case he ever needed to defend himself. He uses his fire with this, too; it just does more damage that way.

Powers:
Pyrokinesis
Lucas can create, shape and manipulate fire; the rapid oxidation of a material in the exothermic chemical process of combustion, releasing heat, light, and various reaction products; flame being the visible portion of the fire. Depending on the substances alight, and any impurities outside, the color of the flame and the fire's intensity will be different.
Lucas is immune to fire, but not smoke; he can still get smoke poisoning.
Lucas gives off a sort of heat that is beyond that of human nature, like a very bad fever, at all times. When he gets emotional, his fever gets worse; sometimes so hot that human skin cannot handle it. He does not burn himself, though; he just sweats. When he gets hot enough, his hair will sort of hover, pushed upwards by the heat rising from his skin.

“My mom used to say
that the people who fear the dark,
fear the unknown.
What they really fear
is the sides of themselves
that may not be what they want them to.”

[Big Sister AM]

Ummm... Hellooo?

[Zordon]

I'm still here AM. I have a few questions though!

• Exactly how many years has this 'New God' been in power? Judging by the timeline in your bio, it's been 4 years-ish?


• How is it Sariel hasn't taken over in place of this New God? I mean, serious, death touch? Kind of OP.


• When you say Religion has been banned, do you mean every other Religion other than praising ...What'sHisName? I'm assuming it's supposed to be like a religion because of the title of New God and such.


• Being that the Liberation Front is based in the mental institute, if we aren't there, how else can we assist? I mean, I doubt Sissy is in the Institute.

[Big Sister AM]

Okay. Wonderful.

The New God has been in power for about four years. It says so in the OP, too.

The Opening Post said “The New God”
Not much is known about this man who came and turned the world around. Even though it feels like it has been a lifetime, it was really just a few years ago. He is a superhuman. A Technopath, they call him. He can create any sort of technology from just a few scraps of metal. He wills it and it happens.
Four years ago, give or take a month or two, he rose. The Crusaders, his soldiers, stood behind him. All of their weapons were beyond what we had ever imagined building. Their armors were like something out of a science fiction movie. Everything was so far beyond what we were capable of and he did it like it was nothing.
After forcing the world to obey his word as their new leader by threat and force, he simply proclaimed himself The New God, build himself a castle of metal and technology and sat in his throne while his Crusaders roamed the streets, ready to pull the trigger on anyone acting out of line.

About Sariel... That I would not be able to explain without spoiling something that you are not supposed to know yet. Sorry. There is a sound reason, though.

Well... Although The New God is called The New God, he does not make people praise him or anything. I guess the name is more ironic than it is an actual religious name; as if he was telling them that there is no God; that the beings they worship as deities are just as hu man as they... Or something like that.

The Liberation Front has their headquaters at the mental asylum, but they are not admitted, themselves. I thought I had written that the mental asylum was abandoned, but I guess I forgot or thought faster than I wrote. The Liberation Front members recruit people.