Athoriel

Epic City: Starburst

Gotta go fast.

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Epic City: Starburst

<Snipped quote by Regitnui>

Unless you decide to let Alex just switch her and a chair or something....

@Old Amsterdam

And let that poor chair succumb to damage by falling from a height?! James would never let such an injustice happen.
@Old Amsterdam

And gonna edit my post in a sec to open said window.
@Regitnui

Epic City: Starburst

James continued to stare out over the city, the skyline melting into a beautiful purple hue behind the buildings, briefly taking James back to his youth, staring out at the brilliant blend of colors that would paint the sky come sunset with his mother holding him at her side, it had been something of a personal tradition of theirs, but the sunsets here weren't as magnificent or vibrant. There was always a depressing undertone to them, and it was something that James just couldn't shake, the city didn't rest like it was supposed to, there was no peace, always movement, always something. He just felt like he was spread thin.

His train of thought was interrupted by a strange tingling sensation, his whole body feeling hollow, like a cool wind had swept through him and emptied him out, and then suddenly it was like he was whole again, gazing back out at the same... except it wasn't the same, the skyline was more obstructed and the street ran off at a different angle to his eye then just before. What the fuck. Was the soft whisper in the forefront of his mind, he clasped the window ledge with a hand to steady himself as he stood, hunched over, staring at his feet, obfuscated beyond his own means.

"Um, hey." Were the words spoken to break him from the spell, said in a somewhat musical accent that he'd always had a liking of. He took the offered glass of water with silence, thanking her with a brief smile. He sat there dumbfounded for a moment, looking for some words to say to strike up a conversation, she was an older woman, but there was a certain careless beauty to her that still made him nervous, his brain practically sighed with relief when she started up after the brief pause.

"I know ye don't know me. I'm not a fan or a reporter. I just wanted to thank ye... Y'know... Ye held portions of the Fitch buildin' so the rescue crews could get the people out." She informed him, James could feel the heat rising in his cheeks, he never knew what to do with peoples thanks or praise and the fact that she had seen him there meant she had seen him in his costume, which made it all the harder to look her in the eyes. It's not that he was ashamed of his body, it's just that he always felt at a bit of a disadvantage when socializing with others, like an open vulnerability that everyone else kept hidden. Perhaps the world would be better if everyone went about naked? He mused, his eyes briefly scanning the crowd, coming to rest on a group of octogenarian patrons. Perhaps not. was the brief reply to himself as his eyes flicker to frown at his hands. "Uhh.. yeah, thanks." He managed to mutter, finding a sudden interest in the glass of water cradled between them.

"For what is worth... A lot of people are alive today, because of ye." She finished, untying some garment from around her neck before offering it to him. "To hide the wine stain." She clarified and walked away before he could thank her once more, despite the fact he didn't quite know what to do with the item of clothing she had just given him. Taking a quick sip of water, he placed the glass on a nearby table, throwing the cravat around his neck to wear like a sort of scarf, with the two loose ends hanging down his front. You twat. Was the criticism of his new look upon catching his reflection in the glass of the window.

"Fuck me.." He sighed under his breath, the night shaping up to be one of his worse ones, returning to his spot by the window, that he still wasn't quite sure was his original perch. Hopefully I can get a moment more to myself before I get absolutely trashed on cheap wine and champagne. He thought mulling over the street below, only to be ripped once more from his thoughts by a floating figure knocking upon the glass outside.

"Um, hi." Followed by a little wave. "Aren't you Stark Crusader?" Was the muffled introduction from the armor clad figure outside. James arched a single eyebrow at the unexpected intrusion to his scheduled brooding, calmly stepping back to look more fully at his new acquaintance. Ah yes it's... umm...ahhh, Iron man? Ah bugger it! Names often escaped James, even more so his fellow epics. Giving a quick look over either shoulder to see if anyone else had noticed this party goer gone astray, James returned the greeting with a little wave of his own, his face scrunched up in confusion.

@Regitnui

Epic City: Starburst

Going to sleep and waking up to find multiple interactions in the IC.

MFW

Love the liveliness of this RP :D

Epic City: Starburst

James sweltered under his formal attire, his face looking pale and drawn, what use was it to rent a tux for the evening if he could barely move in it. Slouched in his seat as some bigwig made a toast to those gathered, his glass of wine hung low by his side, the weight of it dragging his arm down, sullenly he looked at it, only half paying attention to the words spoken. Well, it'll only get lighter the quicker I get through it. He thought, mustering what strength he could to bring the glass to his lips. His nose was met with some sickeningly sweet aroma as the drink ran down his throat, he did his best not to taste it, never the fan of wine.

"Eughhh.... bugger." He muttered to himself, half to do with the poignant aftertaste and half to do with the rest of the drink that had somehow found its way onto his tux, soaking through to his white undershirt. Struggling with the buttons for a moment, James reflected on his current predicament. God, you look like a proper ass, ... but at least you're getting some layers off. He added as an afterthought flinging the jacket to his side. James did his best to ignore the stares, something he was well practiced at, steadily lifting himself from his seat to go mingle at the buffet, and hopefully get his hands on a better tasting beverage.

"How are we?" He said as way of salutation to the two heroes conversing by the buffet, giving them a brief nod to boot. There we go, civilities out of the way, good lad. He swiftly forgot them and got to work by rolling up his sleeves, allowing him just that little bit of energy he needed before surveying the table before him. He frowned and put his nose up at most of the food, grimacing as his eyes fell upon some unholy tower of champagne glasses, with no other drinks in sight James heaved a sigh, carefully plucking a glass. With a dejected look he gave the glass a swirl and downed it, this time with much more success. Free drinks didn't come often and with his only form of income being his work as a hero, James wasn't going to let this opportunity go to waste, especially as his hero gig was kind of winding down, due to often feeling like nothing more but a glorified stripper. A glorified stripper that beat criminals to a pulp, could lift cars and take a bullet, but a glorified stripper none the less.

He moved away from the table to go brood out the window in his wine soaked shirt. That's what heroes do right? Brood over the city from above being all dark and mysterious n' shit. He mused, staring down at himself, by the light off the streets down below the wine kind of looked like blood, the shirt was definitely ruined.

"Oh well, no use 'Whining' about it.." He chuckled to himself, trailing off as he snapped his neck around quickly to make sure no one heard, it definitely wasn't his proudest line.

Epic City: Starburst

@Regitnui I'm sure he'll gladly suffer through putting a ton of clothes just so a pack of lassies and who knows... mayhap some laddies gang up on him with stripping intent

In the deep

@ihinka

Epic City: Starburst

@Regitnui Quick question, to heroes get paid for their services? Or is James just bumming around the city, living at home with his mum, always messing up the jobs he does pick up by fighting crime during his shift?

Epic City: Starburst

James

Name: James 'Jimmy' Bennit

Epic Identity: Stark crusader

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Faction: Epic Hero (Borderline Neutral)

Ability:
Super strength and durability: this varies based on his weakness, able to lift up to 80,000 pounds over his head and having skin incapable of being pierced by standard ammunition of a low caliber at his finest.

Weakness: Clothes, the more he wears and less exposed his skin is, the weaker he gets to the point of not being able to support his own weight.

Personality: James is a fairly laid back person, he enjoys crude, dark humor and puns, especially the last one much to the chagrin of the opponents he faces. Due to the unique conditions under which he usually fights, James has become rather flippant with his position as a peacekeeper, often times slacking off in his duties to better avoid tense scenarios as his ability doesn't really allow him much anonymity. However James isn't one to back down from a challenge or stand idly by whilst innocents suffer, he may play bystander to a purse snatcher, but a rampaging murderer will bring him straight to the fore front.

Appearance: James will often wear a black tank-top with dark jeans and a pair of thongs on his feet, a combination of clothes that still allows him to perform at a level just above that of an average person his size. He has mid length dirty blonde hair that is kept swept to the left of his face to reveal his dark blue eyes, he possesses a rather sharp, aquiline nose, and a square jaw that seems to contrast harshly with the rest of his look. Standing around 6'1, James is quite well muscled, having hit the gym extensively to obtain an image he could live with showing off to the public. When performing duties as an Epic, he'll often strip down to his boxers or go completely nude if the stakes are high.

Background: James grew up in rural Australia, with a single mother, living life on a farm that was one of many supplying the local town that was lorded over by a strong group of epics. The setup was similar to many on the continent, small warlord factions protecting a handful of normal citizens, land and the various resources and utilities they provided from the horrors that lay just outside the border. Sometimes they would feud with one another to make a grab of each others resources, in an attempt to gain more wealth and influence over a given area. As a citizen of an outlying farm station, James saw much of these conflicts in his young life, often clinging to his mothers skirt as these fierce warriors fought.

The greatest resource to these warlords was young epics, future tools and soldiers that could be used to further their ambitions. If a newly awakened epic possessed a power of a truly frightening magnitude, something that could possibly overthrow a ruling faction, they were often dispatched of with haste. So when winter came around and James fell sick with a flu, his mother did what she usually would, making sure the lad was rugged up and warm, ensuring he kept up his fluids and his strength with warm, hearty meals. It was at this time however, that James begun the process of his awakening, unknown to both himself and his doting mother. So as the day wore on, James condition seemingly worsened, the young boy became frail looking, his breath rattled and he groaned weakly beneath the covers of the blanket. He complained often of their weight as he struggled and tossed about meekly, until finally his mother pulled them aside, witnessing a remarkable recovery of the boys strength and spirit.

It didn't take long after for young James and his mother to figure out his strengths and the limitations clothes brought about. James learned to brace the cold in return for his new found gifts, often spending his time collecting firewood with ease, gathering warmth through physical exertion as opposed to a jumper and while the boy played out his winter days, testing the limits of his strength, his mother spent her time figuring out a way to keep her lad from the grasp of the warlords. As spring came around and the people grew more active once more, the epics returned to regular ventures out toward their borders, Jame's mother grew more worried, unsure of how long they could keep up a charade of any sorts. Through an unknown contact to James, his mother had found and epic that dealt in people smuggling, trading in what supplies she had to get her and the young boy to safety. Although reluctant to leave, James understood the risk his mum had taken and went without a word to his new home in Manhattan.

The Dirt Town Orphans

*phew* First post down, always a frustrating one for me, apologies for Dog giving your character a slap around the head @Pyromaniacwolf.

The Dirt Town Orphans

Dog

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The orphanage
An hour after the Old mans death

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A shiver ran through Dog as Mary spoke, a single bead of sweat running down his back like a cold finger on his spine, causing the young man to grit his teeth into an even bigger grimace then he held before. The stench of death still lingered in his memory, the disgust it brought about mingling with the other acrid feelings, sorrow, anger, fear, to leave a swirling pit in his stomach that sickened him to his core. His hand had begun to shake since the Old mans passing, a noticeable sign of his distress, so he crossed them over his chest to cease the movement, propping his back up against the wall of the dining hall as he listened in.

He frowned in thought at Mary's plea, life outside the Asylum was hell, had been hell, and was not something Dog looked forward to seeing again, as he would undoubtedly have to. With the Old mans death, the fragile tranquility of the Asylum would coming tumbling down as the waves of chaos come crashing in to tear this place asunder. Something in Dog had urged him to run, to take off like a thief in the night and seek some other refuge from the coming storm, but the Old mans last words lingered and had begun to take root in Dogs mind. Be there for each other. And here he would be.

"Fear is the only thing these gangs understand so we should show them we are something to be feared."

Dog pushed himself off the wall and marched forward til he stood behind the younger boy, giving him a good cuff around the side of the head at his suggestion.

"And would you be taking responsibility for the little ones who'll get caught up in all this violence? 'Cos mark my words, there'd be no reprieve for any of us if we strike out at Stalwart, or any of 'em gangs for that matter." He growled menacingly, whilst locking Sarus with a stern gaze. Most everyone had a gift it was true, some quite blessed that they might stand a chance against one or two of Stalwarts goons, but the discrepancy in experience was what irked Dog about Sarus and his suggestion. They were just kids after all.

Dog attempted to hold his gaze for a moment more before softening his look, he had been too harsh, and it wasn't quite like him to lash out, let alone speak out in front of so many others. He attributed this to his grief over the Old man. "Look, I know that you're just trying to do right by us, but we can't rush into this." He added, clasping the other boy on the shoulder briefly, as a sign of camaraderie. In all honesty Dog was tired, he wanted this night to end, to awake to a new day in hopes their worries would just melt away with the morning.