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The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP

*awaits patiently with scotch*

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP

Tbh I haven't much of a clue what's happening in Aperture..

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP

Hrm, I'd like to insert Mara into the story somehow, but I'd rather not make the cliché, villainous, terrorising innocent civilians intro..

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP

Name: Thomas Howard
Alias(s): Mara the Magical
Age: 39
Affiliations: None
Description: Thomas in his normal, original form was a tall, slender and slightly attractive man. He was looming and always smiling - his mouth so big and his eyes so wide that people often had to adjust their gaze. His neck was slightly too long and without muscle, and his thin body seems endlessly long. Before the emergence of his powers, Thomas worked a part-time office job for the government and working part-time as a magician which was where his heart lay. He wore his magician garments proudly - billowing black robes, a freshly ironed and tucked shirt, long crisp black trousers and claw sharp polished shoes. And to top it off, his intimidatingly massive top hat and dark eye mask.

Powers: Mara's powers lay in the supernatural: that is, the science too tough for humans to understand. His powers emulate Mara, the Buddhist demon of skill-less emotions and the enemy of any enlightened being. In his pursuit of mischief, chaos and sorrow, Mara's powers are completely random but often have negative effects due to his evil intent.
For instance, he may wish to pull a gun out of his hat to fight an enemy, but pull out pepper spray. Or aim to curse them with bad looks, but make them so beautiful they're murdered by stalkers.

Skills: Can type 105wpm, owns two double-jointed thumbs and can play 'Nearer my God to Thee' after spontaneously learning it on violin at a very chocolatey Greek wedding.
Equipment: Magical top hat and wand.
Ranking: A or above? Eeek.

Brief History:
By the age of thirty, Thomas was incredibly depressed and suicidal. His life had up until then been completely void of anything extraordinary or interesting, and it had made him sick. He had become tired of living his ordinary, average existence and often kept writings full of suicide plans which he only ever meekly attempted. Instead of recovering, Thomas' depression spiralled out of control. He became violent and depended constantly on drugs before his mind descended into psychosis. Not long after these dramatic and sudden events, Thomas had vanished from his asylum room, leaving walls scratched with the image of a haunting black demon and the words 'Mara' bloodily covering the floor.
Since then, accounts have flooded out of LA and cities across the world of a masked magician causing chaos; turning a Greek's family wedding guests into chocolate, faking the deaths of notable leaders in the middle east and transforming royal family members into hermaphrodites.

The Gifted: A Fast-Paced Superpower RP (Still accepting! New storyline beginning soon!)

Name: Thomas Howard
Alias(s): Mara the Magical
Age: 39
Affiliations: None
Description: Thomas in his normal, original form was a tall, slender and slightly attractive man. He was looming and always smiling - his mouth so big and his eyes so wide that people often had to adjust their gaze. His neck was slightly too long and without muscle, and his thin body seems endlessly long. Before the emergence of his powers, Thomas worked a part-time office job for the government and working part-time as a magician which was where his heart lay. He wore his magician garments proudly - billowing black robes, a freshly ironed and tucked shirt, long crisp black trousers and claw sharp polished shoes. And to top it off, his intimidatingly massive top hat and dark eye mask.

Powers: Mara's powers lay in the supernatural: that is, the science too tough for humans to understand. His powers emulate Mara, the Buddhist demon of skill-less emotions and the enemy of any enlightened being. In his pursuit of mischief, chaos and sorrow, Mara's powers are completely random but often have negative effects due to his evil intent.
For instance, he may wish to pull a gun out of his hat to fight an enemy, but pull out pepper spray. Or aim to curse them with bad looks, but make them so beautiful they're murdered by stalkers.

Skills: Can type 105wpm, owns two double-jointed thumbs and can play 'Nearer my God to Thee' after spontaneously learning it on violin at a very chocolatey Greek wedding.
Equipment: Magical top hat and wand.
Ranking: A or above? Eeek.

Brief History:
By the age of thirty, Thomas was incredibly depressed and suicidal. His life had up until then been completely void of anything extraordinary or interesting, and it had made him sick. He had become tired of living his ordinary, average existence and often kept writings full of suicide plans which he only ever meekly attempted. Instead of recovering, Thomas' depression spiralled out of control. He became violent and depended constantly on drugs before his mind descended into psychosis. Not long after these dramatic and sudden events, Thomas had vanished from his asylum room, leaving walls scratched with the image of a haunting black demon and the words 'Mara' bloodily covering the floor.
Since then, accounts have flooded out of LA and cities across the world of a masked magician causing chaos; turning a Greek's family wedding guests into chocolate, faking the deaths of notable leaders in the middle east and transforming royal family members into hermaphrodites.

Avan's 1x1 Search. ((MxM ))Ignore the post number.

What's the time travel idea about?

Mutants of Barclay

TIME SKIP: Next day. Afternoon.

Mutants of Barclay

"Stay here and make sure he's alright." Mildred commanded Maria as she strode across the room towards the door. Behind her, Maria nervously shifted from foot to foot, staring at Mildred's zombified son picking off the strands of flesh from the lamb's carcass. The boy looked up towards Maria, as if sensing her fear, and began baring his bloodied teeth before he threw the carcass across the room at her head.

Mildred quickly descended the stairs and left her home as the gunshots continued to ring out into the night, grabbing a torch from a drawer on the way out. She knew the whole town must have heard them. Another headache to deal with in the morning. The doors slammed shut behind her as she stepped out onto her immaculate patio. Quickly realising that a run in this darkness throughout the town would be long and irritating, Mildred let out a sigh. "The things I do for these people." She grumbled, taking a few strides forward and swishing her fingers at her sides in intricate short movements. Her old feet lifted from the ground and she levitated several few into the air, as if being carried on a gentle breeze across the towns tiny skyline.
It only took a minute or so until she arrived on the scene. The seven undead bodies lying in pools of blood across the grass and dirt, four unknown persons standing outside the gate - one dressed in some ragged red cloak - along with Gendry, guns in hand. Thomas was also stood nearby with a gun in hand, looking pretty much useless.
Mildred's feet touched the ground just in time to hear the end of Gendry's welcoming spiel to the shocked looking survivors. "Yes, yes. Welcome. And thanks for rolling up in the dead of night and alerting God knows how many walkers to our humble abode." Mildred muttered, shining a flashlight into the faces of the survivors like some old lady inspecting youths who had come to bother her in the dead of night.
Her flashlight caught one of the survivors, a younger boy running back towards the nearby trees. "What the fuck is going on?!" She hissed. Her flashlight shot out of her hand and into the air above the group, dimly lighting up the area outside of the gate. More undead were rushing from the forest, howling in hunger, hands outstretched to grab hold of the young man. Gunshots ran out from the older man's gun.
"Everybody STOP." Mildred shouted, having reached her peak with this late night drama. She reached out her hands towards each person standing outside the gates and yanked them backwards telekinetically, flinging them through the gates and far out of the grasp of the rushing undead. Whilst more undead came pouring of the forest with unnatural speed, lured by the many gunshots, Mildred push forward both hands and sent them crashing back to the trees under a wall of telekinetic energy.

She returned to the safety of within the town gates, letting them close behind her. "I want all the guards on gate duty now and this bunch checked and ID'd, and in my office for tomorrow." Mildred hissed as she passed by the group who were pulling themselves back together on the dewy, safe grass.

Mutants of Barclay

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Mutants of Barclay

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