A Lowly Wretch

No Hope, No Glory, No Problem - A No More Heroes RP

Omnivore

If she still had lips to move she'd of been grinning like crazy as she elicited a most delightful response from Rubert like the big dumb vegetable he was. His tantrum spurred a girlish giggle form herself. He was as amusing as he was sluggish. He was so unthreatening to her in fact that she didn't make a single motion to avoid the splinters when he put his fists partways into the bar top.

As if to answer her question in person the beefiest fellow in the bar made his introductions, as did the beanpole who crashed through the window. Her gaze dropped to the hand the large british guy extended her. Reaching out from underneath the white tarp was something that looked like five claw shaped short swords joined together by the palm. Due to the disparity between their finger lengths her claws wound up coiling up his forearm like a sort of ornate bracelet until her full hand had a grip on his arm.

With that she shook his hand. His grip was strong, perhaps as strong as hers was. It was impressive for a normie to get this strong, not even most mutants were able to score muscles like that. One thing was for certain: He was no normal normie. Maybe an abnormie.

"Name's Anny! Good to meet'cha Oz. For Person's sake I hope you both don't die too quick." After letting go of his arm, leaving a set of shallow marks on his skin upon releasing her hold, she tucked her claws back under the disguise and looked over to see all their agents leaving.

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"Hey Person, Let me know who I gotta kill as soon as you can! Don't keep 'ya girl waiting~" She called out to her agent, able to lilt the end of her sentence in a cutesy manner since all she needed to do to raise her voice was pump up the volume of her speaker. She hoped he could hear her since she wasn't gonna hunt him down just to make sure.

As she was disappointed in the level of killing that transpired there she felt quite fine with leaving the bar and taking off to less public territory. From an observers view the mass under the tarp would seem to be just sliding across to the end of the bar as she skittered over. In a fluttering blur the sheet flew from the bar out onto the city street, cracking the end of the bar in half from the sheer force of her leap whilst leaving several holes through it's wooden surface. She managed to clear the street itself entirely for that matter, landing right on the sidewalk opposite to the bar. In another powerful jump she launched up from the street right to the top of a utility pole.

Letting go of a corner of her tarp briefly she reached down with her tongue and clamped onto the power line. The buildings on the block's lights all flickered as she siphoned away their electricity. After giving herself a bit of an energy boost she leapt straight up to the roof of the tallest building nearby in a single bound. Her jumps were so fast the wind whipped against her tarp with fierce rapidity. If it weren't for the fact the ends were clamped down the wind would of very well blown her guise clear off. As it was those below were left only to look upon the back of the blank white figure as it quickly slipped past the edge of the roof top and into the dark of night.

Superhero Story set in Renaissance Italy

I too am still a thing.

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Violet, The Shroomfolk.

Picture enclosed.

Profile

"From my studies I can deduce a number of details about this enigmatic species. These mobile fungi seem to communicate via a pattern of lights emitted from their 'eyes' so to speak. As I've observed the frequency of these flashes relay details while the color indicates the emotional context of their words. From what I can tell this one particular flora I have before me indicates itself as a more violet-ish color. I shall call it Violet as it has come to understand my language and indicates that as correct.

Teaching this one subject to listen and write has been a hard but fruitful effort as it has given me insight no others possess of this remarkable species. Seeing as it is incapable of vocalization I figured it would be best if it could write as a means of communicating with others of our kind. So far Violet has taken well to my lessons. This discourse we've shared has illuminated much about the shroomfolk.

For example as they get older they do not wither as we fauna do. Rather, they simply continue to grow as they age. Their growth is tied closely to their available food source as well. The more fertile the soil, the larger they grow. Violet itself is 3.048 meters tall and it is far from the largest of them. I've been told their largest member is as big as the mountain. While for most I'd accept this as a figure of speech given how literally Violet interprets words I see this as cause of both curiosity and alarm. Luckily the larger members of their society do not mobilize unless their colony is endangered or their food source dwindles. The soil must be rich indeed to keep something of such size placated.

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Before I continue perhaps I should elaborate more on the physical details of the shroomfolk, for those who aren't familiar with the species. They are a race of rather lively mushrooms that inhabit a fairly mountainous region to the west. They are animate at every size cycle beyond the spore and live in rather large colonies. Their caps are a pale mossy green color while their stem takes on a more earthy greyish brown appearance. Extending from the sides of their convex caps are a set of arms formed from the hardy mycelium that comprises the surface of their caps. These arms typically possess three digits per hand and are not limited in motion due to their lack of bones. Despite the absent skeletal structure they are no less solid as the mycelium of their cap is both quite firm and strong, requiring significant force and effort to cut through as I've seen demonstrated in their altercations with natural predators.

The cap itself possess large pores that sit between the cap and the gills (A wide and thin sheet-like series of plates radiating from the stem). These pores take in air and can on occasion exhume clouds of spores, spreading their young about as they go. These spores are fairly tolerant, clinging to whatever surface they reach and extending their hyphae. While these spores only grow in soil they are quite dangerous to breath. Autopsies have shown common folk with spores stuck in their lungs and throat, their mycelia rooting them to the inner tissue of their lungs and up their throat as well.

Below all that lies their stem, the softest part of their bodies. At the center of a single side of their stem lie their eyes which are light sensitive nodules. Typically surrounding these nodules are bioluminescent chambers which flash and change colors based on the composition of chemicals reacting within. At the base of the stem they possess a pair of squat little legs which they use to move about, albeit rather slowly. Despite lacking haste in their short legs they are still several magnitudes faster than most species of mushroom. They also seem to use these legs to take in nutrients as well, taking root in rich soil until they are motivated to move again."

Biography

"My time with Violet has been a fascinating one. It is quite keen to learn the ways of other races and is undoubtably a curious mind as well. Apparently while color may indicate the emotional context of their language the color that their light chambers glow while they are idle is the color they identify each other by. Given the relation of emotion and color in their culture it seems what color they reside at while idling indicates their basic personality. For example while an orange shroomfolk might make for a good guard as they are fairly forward and tend to look out for danger a blue shroomfolk would prefer to avoid confrontation. Violet shroomfolk tend to be regarded for their wisdom and are well respected among their peers. Naturally of course those shroomfolk who are of the same color category differentiate each other based on the shade and hue of their light. None of their kind would mistake a lime green shroomfolk for a forest green shroomfolk.

Violet has come a long way from home, something it's kind are not accustomed to doing given their sedate nature. Even Violet is prone to spend exceptionally long periods of time doing little more than resting about and observing an area. This is interesting as it indicates a strong tie with their roots, moreso than many plantfolk. I have yet to discover evidence that shroomfolk didn't simply develop movement as a means of coping with the changes in their environment.

Amongst our many discussions we were discussing how it goes about it's travels given the various dangers that befall regular travelers and it's responses were most fascinating. It seems that while shroomfolk do not tend towards the use of tools they have developed a sort of bare handed style of martial combat. Those who choose to learn practice a style which emphasizes quick slaps and palm thrusts to bludgeon their opponents while keeping them locked in the center of their path so they can use their hardy caps to shield against blows.

One matter of importance is to not bring any open flame near a mushroom colony. As I learned with Violet they become extremely agitated near fire as they are apparently rather flammable. I count myself lucky that Violet showed as much restraint as it did given that particular slip up has cost unknowing travelers their lives.

With these findings and more I return to share this knowledge. It is my sincerest hope that these notes earn the approval of our doctor.
Praise be to the scalpel."

Relationships

((Pending.))

((It should be noted that while this bio is written from an outsiders perspective in first person the posts themselves will be written from Violet's point of view in the third person.))

A Tale of Seven Children

@Goliah - Indeed things are happening. For those not on the Discord this is an official announcement to declare that the IC is now open! Feel free to begin your opening posts!

For seven children this will be your opportunity to write the beginning of the scenario under which you'll be transported to the WDL HQ.

For everyone else, go berserk!

Superhero Story set in Renaissance Italy

My idea for a hero was a guy with the power to communicate with insects and improve them. Also he doesn't age.

Superhero Story set in Renaissance Italy

This one looks fairly promising. A fine deviation from the standard superhero formula to give it a finely unique air. I got a few ideas for characters I could bring to this.

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(Also site error, please ignore.)

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(Site error, please ignore.)

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@World of Terra - It seems I might need a night or two more. I got the profile completed in full. I just need the biography and relations now.

Here's a picture of what I'm making by the way.

Violet the Shroomkin.

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@World of Terra - Excellent. I should have a CS written by tonight.

@Tenslashsix - Such matters will be easier discussed once I have the rest of my character's CS fleshed out first.