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Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

On the other hand, Aeryn and Settionne were both big no-nos. It wasn't that she didn't trust them, per se, it's just that she knew better then to.

Wow Alice, and after he's been nothing but priestly to you. How dare.

The London Hero Alliance [High Casual]

Character Info

Name: Jack Valent

Age: 26

Alias: Edgelord, or sometimes The Edgelord

Tier: 3

Years Spent in SYNBAD: 2

Appearance:


Jack is somebody you could easily describe as "handsome", what with his sharp jawline and well-groomed dirty blond hair, both atop his head and on his face. Piercing blue eyes and a muscular frame about 180cm high complete the image, further assisted by a soothing voice with a very slight Irish accent to it and simple shirt-and-trouser getups of various colours that emphasize his physique, usually unintentionally. The simple clothing is important for him, as in a pinch...



...he can strip himself down to his underpants and produce blades covering his entire body. The above image is not precisely indicative of how he looks in this state, but it is a decent enough representation; typically, he will also hide his face with these blades, masking his identity (for what it's worth, anyway) and protecting his head from injury.

Personality: Despite his superhero name and harsh backstory, Jack is a surprisingly mellow individual, his attitude bordering on irreverent, even tangential to a situation at times, a fact that might make him seem quite odd if he weren't so calm otherwise. Though he certainly faces both internal and external moral conundrums as to the nature of his abilities, he tends to approach them and other situations with a "well, it happens" mindset, shrugging off trauma with relative ease and not typically looking back at his past too much.
This does not, of course, imply that he never feels negative emotion - for instance, deliberate and spiteful reminders of his past or other similar tragedies will lead him to grow very quiet, and he has a tendency to try and help people whenever he can, to the extent that he'll almost always assist somebody in trouble to the best of his ability unless it's physically impossible for him to reach them.
Something worth noting is that despite his tendency to offer himself as a source of advice and friendliness to others, he has a lot of trouble actually forming close bonds with people, be they platonic or romantic, and tends to come up with reasons internally not to pursue such bonds further than he already has. Completely coincidentally, Jack is bisexual, which has led to him having a bit of attraction towards a number of his teammates, though he tends to hide it behind his usual mellow persona. In particular, cute boys like Luka and Myles vex him greatly; he reminds himself regularly that Myles is straight and also very reptilian, and that Luka being telepathically bonded to Killer Queen basically means any physical interaction between them would indirectly affect a cat too, even if it is fully sapient.

Skills: Swordsmanship - Naturally, Jack's power encourages him to utilise his natural weapons to their fullest extent, which generally means practicing in and studying swordsmanship on the regular. More particularly, his practice includes work in various styles, ranging from historical European martial arts to kenjutsu, giving him a wide, albeit somewhat shallow, range of expertise, combined with an unusually deep pool of knowledge about them.
Fisticuffs - Jack has also taken up a limited degree of practice and study in nominally unarmed martial arts, most prominently boxing and streetfighting, though his theoretical knowledge again far surpasses his practical skill. On the one hand, he has the strength to do reasonably well in these combat styles even with relatively little skill; and on the other hand, one gains an edge in such things when one can literally produce an edge from themselves at any time they desire.
Weightlifting, and lifting in general - It's been suggested to Jack recently that he take up weightlifting to further improve his already-substantial strength. To that end, he's managed to figure out the best routines for doing so, and in the process further taught himself how to lift more conventional objects properly too, making him a good choice for hauling heavy items around. It helps that he can also recover more rapidly from any injuries he deals himself unintentionally, too.
Analysis - Jack is not traditionally intelligent, at least beyond normal; as far as logical thought goes, he is quite average indeed. He is, however, able to chug through data like a machine, and is perfectly happy to read through and process long lists for hours on end, which perhaps explains why he is able to retain so much theoretical information on various topics.
Cooking - Jack regularly maintains that one isn't really a proper adult unless they can cook their own meals, something he's had to do since a young age. He'd call himself decent, compared to somebody like Gordon Ramsey; most others would say he's far better at it than he gives himself credit for.

Hobbies: Combat training, exercise, reading, supporting his friends and allies.

Combat Info

Weapons: Nothing, aside from the blades he can grow out of his body.

Equipment: Again, nothing, aside from the blades he can grow out of his body. Sometimes he breaks them off and throws them at people, but he absolutely prefers melee combat.

Fighting Style: You might expect somebody whose body can produce infinite swords to be quite unrefined when it comes to combat. As it happens, flailing wildly with a bunch of swords is rather unlikely to significantly hinder anybody; thus, he's actually taken a sensible approach and made time to train his ability to fight with his blades like actual weapons. Moreover, this training has covered many different styles of swordsmanship and unarmed combat, making his combat style a little unpredictable - albeit rather simplistic, once one realises what he's doing. A jack of all trades does not a master make.

Strength: Jack's physical strength is, at present, within human limits - he can match up with highly-trained combatants fairly readily without any particular strength training of his own, but his strength is definitely below peak human levels at the moment. That does not suggest he can't train that strength to beyond human limits, of course, merely that his current level of strength requires no particular extra effort to maintain.

Endurance: In terms of actual damage resistance, Jack is no more resilient than any regular human. However, the unique manner in which he uses his power affords him the equivalent of a suit of armour whenever he requires it, not to mention barriers and blades to block attacks with as needed. Additionally, damage he does take heals far faster than an equivalent wound in a normal human, letting him survive otherwise mortal wounds so long as they don't kill him within perhaps half a minute or so; this regeneration also applies to microinjuries such as muscle tears whilst working out or running, effectively granting him a great deal more stamina than the vast majority of humans could ever hope to possess.

Willpower: Jack's nigh-inhuman mental fortitude isn't based so much in his ability to weather horrible circumstances, as it is in disregarding them entirely. He has a tendency to bear witness to events that would traumatise others and say "aw, that sucks", as if he'd dropped a piece of food on the ground rather than, for example, seen somebody get brutally slaughtered by a monster that should not be. He's theorised that he may be a bit of a psychopath, or at least have some condition associated with a malformed trauma response, as he has seen a lot of people die in his time and has barely been affected by them. He certainly misses those he is close to when they're gone, of course, but to some extent, they are essentially replacable in his mind.

Speed: Jack's enhanced strength does offer a bit of extra travel speed simply because his leg muscles can push him harder, but generally, that is counteracted in combat by the fact that he is covering himself in metal. Whilst not especially less hindered than any medieval knight would be by an extra seventy or so kilograms of weight spread across his body, he's generally only as fast as a regular human in most aspects.

Reaction Speed: One does not train in a wide variety of weapon-based martial arts without becoming quite quick to react. In a fight, Jack is able to respond to most mundane attacks at least adequately, though rapid projectiles such as bullets and even low-level speedsters are generally still well beyond him; in other words, his reflexes match those of a regular human fighter of perhaps above average skill.

Ability Info

Name of Ability: Universe of Endless Blades

Class: Physical - Generation

Character Theme: Jack tends to rush towards a battle almost recklessly, his body seemingly composed entirely of swords of bone or metal, deflecting bullets and fists alike, with his weaponised frame reforming even as it takes damage. Yet despite this eagerness, he is nothing if not courteous in a fight, dueling his foes in a manner that to the public eye is artful, even stylish, especially compared to how he'd be expected to combat them. He is no mere berserker, but a true swordsman.

Ability Capabilities: Jack's primary power is to generate blades out of his body, at any point and at any angle, to a seemingly limitless extent. The material of these blades can be composed of just about any solid substance, from bone to foam to rubber to steel, and though their size varies, his power has a surprising degree of versatility to it. His secondary powerset, supporting his main ability, combines additional strength somewhat below peak human with low-level regeneration enough to greatly enhance his endurance and stall out mortal wounds to render them as merely briefly-debilitating injuries.

Qualities of Ability: The most obvious use of his powers is to create blades to fight with, out of materials as soft as foam or as hard as titanium or even harder, all typically sharp enough to at least have a good chance of cutting into even very hard defenses with his high strength to back it up. What people often don't realise about a thick piece of metal with an edge is that it also has a flat, one that can block or deflect attacks; consequently, Jack regularly uses his power to generate what amounts to a full suit of armour for himself, one which rapidly restores itself if damaged and has a tendency to seriously injure anyone who tries to pull it away. In a pinch, he can even turn parts of this armour into different materials, such as rubber to absorb the force of an impending impact with a wall, foam to strike people without seriously hurting them, or a mixture of substances to ensure their effects overlap one another.

Strengths of Ability: Evidently, Jack is never without either a weapon or protection, and high quality options at that. If he needs a new weapon, he can generate it almost immediately; if one of his weapons breaks, he can just draw it back into himself and push out a new one; he can outlast most opponents in terms of sheer stamina; and if all else fails and he takes a deep injury to his flesh, he'll likely be back to normal within a few minutes if he isn't finished off properly. All in all, he is almost scarily relentless to fight against.

Weaknesses of Ability: Unfortunately, the ability to generate as many swords as one could ever need does not especially encourage ranged combat - though Jack can generate fairly large blades, the best this does is extend the reach of his attacks, and when generating a lot of blades, they add weight to his person and can somewhat encumber him, especially if they aren't arranged properly and clash with one another at the joints. Additionally, he is technically generating the blades just beneath his skin, then forcing them through it, a process that isn't exactly harmless or painless. Even if the wounds heal around the blades relatively quickly, there is a brief moment of blood loss as a result; thus, forcing him to recover and regenerate his blades repeatedly can overwhelm him, either due to losing too much blood too quickly to regenerate it, or just due to sheer pain-induced shock.

Limitations of Ability: His blades are often very sharp, and can be highly dangerous depending on the material they are made of. However, they do have to be made out of solid and, most importantly, relatively simple materials that he knows of - titanium, steel, bone, and even radioactive substances like uranium are perfectly reasonable, but he can't produce anything that requires magic or some form of ultra-advanced science to produce, though mundane compounds and alloys are perfectly plausible. Equally, however, any given blade cannot be made of multiple different substances - as stated, a single compound is reasonable, but the substance in question must be uniform, so he can't produce steel blades with wooden handles, for example.
His regeneration also has a limited rate to itself, and cannot restore lost pieces from nothing - he could likely heal from having an artery severed or even being stabbed through the heart, but not from having his heart torn out or his head torn off entirely, and whether or not he survived having an arm ripped off, he would lose that arm permanently. Finally, whilst perhaps something that's easy to overlook for how obvious it is, he specifically produces blades, and as such they must always have at least one sharp edge, whether or not that edge is actually able to cut based on the substance it is made of.

Image and Public Perception

Biography:

June 16th, 1997 - The Sun Opinion Piece: A "New Breed" Of Child Murderer?

Three nights ago, Irish mother Aoibheann Valent died, stabbed to death in her own home. The culprit? Her own son, Jack Valent, a New Breed who can create swords out of his body.
The first anyone else knew about it was when Jack's father Richard found his wife's body, and his son covered in her blood. She was pronounced dead at the scene of the crime, and both the father and son were taken in for questioning; yet despite his own wife being dead, Richard Valent chose to defend his child, stating that "it was just an accident that nobody could predict... there was nothing to show he had any powers until tonight, so what could we have done to prevent this?"
When the New Breed killer was asked about what he did, he is reported to have said "I didn't mean to hurt mummy... I got upset, and then I had a tummy pain and a tummy knife, and mummy was bleeding." It's worth noting that when he said this, he didn't show any significant regret for what he'd done.
This sad turn of events has led to Richard and Jack Valent moving to London city in England to avoid the inevitable backlash - but perhaps there should be backlash? When a New Breed not only stabs their own mother to death, but shows no remorse for doing so and gets away with it scot free, it sets an awful precedent, one that may soon lead to New Breeds having free reign over regular humans as their unchallengable masters. And would you want to live in such a two-tiered society?

December 3rd, 2014 - BBC Breakfast

"Hello, I'm Susanna Reid, welcome back to BBC Breakfast. Today in the news, reports from London say the spiked vigilante strikes again - another wanted suspect by the name of Alexander Radzinger, age 35, was found alive today outside of the Royal London Hospital, tied up with many shallow slash and stab wounds, and a note pinned to his body reading 'You're welcome'."
"That's right, Susanna; according to the public, many witnesses claim to have seen what is described as a person covered in swords or blades wandering the East London area shortly prior to the discovery of mister Radzinger. Research again suggests that the attacker was New Breed Jack Valent, previously in the news in 1997 after accidentally killing his mother with his ability to generate blades from his body. Police are currently seeking to bring him in for questioning, though it is believed that recently-introduced laws regarding vigilantism will prevent any charges from being pressed. Susanna, what do you think about this?"
"Well, Bill, I think it's safe to say I'd be horrified if I ever killed my mum, even if it was accidental! I heard that at the time, Jack didn't express any regret or remorse about it, he was just sad that his mum was dead. And that-"
"Wow."
"-I know, that makes him sound like- and forgive me if I'm wrong, but it almost makes him sound like a sociopath, even at that age!"
"Precisely. He'd have been... oh, very young, very young indeed-"
"Less than ten, for sure. It makes you wonder, doesn't it, if that set him on a... you know, a path."
"If it made him a violent person, you mean?"
"Yeah, I mean, I wouldn't be surprised if it had."
"Honestly, nor would I, Susanna. I don't think there are many-"
"But then again-"
"-there aren't many people who would come out of a situation like that unscathed, surely?"
"No, there aren't - but then again, Bill, you could also argue that, like a lot of New Breeds, Jack Valent feels an urge to use his abilities for the greater good, and that's the only way he knows how. I mean-"
"Oh, maybe."
"-how would you use the ability to create swords from your body, if you had it? I know I'd have, uh, a lot more trouble than he would, with not accidentally killing people with that sort of ability."
"That's certainly true, whether or not the man covered in swords is Jack or not, he has made a very deliberate effort to not kill his targets. Still, even then, he'd still be faced with assault charges if he were... doing these things to innocent civilians, wouldn't he?"
"He would, he would! But, well, I think it's fair to say the average criminal is not an innocent bystander."
"Indeed so. Now, on to the next story of the day..."

May 12th, 2015 - Topic Express, VIP Chat: Interview With The Edgelord

"Hel-lo, England! Rylie Matthews here today, and we have a new guest with us - someone who's never been on the show before, and in fact only took center stage recently despite the angry spotlights shining on them their whole life! Ladies and gentlemen, give it up for The Edgelord!"
Loud pre-generated clapping as Jack moves on camera with a wave, dressed simply in his usual civilian outfit - this time, a dark green shirt, and dark jeans, with relatively basic black shoes over white socks.
"Well, hi there."
"Hel-lo, Edgelord!"
"Actually, you can call me Jack, if you want. Valent, if the last name matters."
"Ohhh? You're quite open about your secret identity, aren't you, Jack?"
"Well, it's my real identity, and also not at all secret. You were right, I have constantly had news reports spotlighting me. Well, not constantly, mostly whenever I did anything worth discussing in the news. The point is, accidentally killing your own mother tends to make people look at you a lot."
"Uh- yeah, I imagine it would. I- of course, I didn't mean to bring up such a painful-"
"No, it's fine, really. It happened ages ago, by this point I barely remember what she looked like, except for a few photos. And they're all kind of grainy, right, you know how 90's camera tech was, so they aren't necessarily as accurate as they could be, which is a shame, but they're at least reminders of her, for me and my dad. Well, not my dad, anymore, unfortunately, he passed away about six months ago. I hope he's doing alright, if he's still around somewhere."
"...uhhhhh."
"Right, yeah, most people get uncomfortable around the topic of death. It's a shame, but... you know, it happens. Hopefully we can figure out a way of stopping it in the future, but, you know, maybe not forever, since that's the nature of death and all. Technology's great, right?"
"Uhhh. I, uh. You- heh, honestly, I'm not sure where to go from there, ahaha. Ladies and gents, a testament to the wordplay of Jack Valent: this is the first time I've been left literally speechless."
"Well, not literally."
"I was for a bit, though, I mean..."
"You couldn't think of anything to say. So okay, you were speechless then."
"Uh, yeah, that's right! Now, aha, let's have a chat about you, Jack. You and your recent adventures, specifically; isn't it true that you recently joined the Scotland Yard, New Breed Affairs Division?"
"Yeah, it is, Rylie. Uh, six months ago, roughly."
"Wait, the same amount of-"
"A bit after my dad died, yeah. By that point, I didn't have any other close relatives, so I figured, yeah, let's finally join this giant group that's been doing stuff relating to New Breed crime for years, whether they're victims or perpetrators. I can help them out, can't I?"
"Huh. So, before then, you were just a standard New Breed vigilante, or at least most people believe so; why not join SYNBAD before your father's passing?"
"Uh... plausible deniability, really. Sure, I was probably the guy covered in swords cutting up villains, but you can't prove that for sure."
"Does that not count as an admission of being that guy, though?"
"Well, I can say I was as much as you like. But it can't be proven."
"I, uh, guess that's true! Now, as far as your abilities go, is swordcrafting all you can do?"
"Okay, to be fair, that feels like a trick question to reveal my secrets. I definitely do have other powers, mind, but it's mostly passive support stuff that make the blade generation more effective, really. Not even that much extra benefit."
"Ahhhhh, like required secondary powers!"
"Uh, yeah, pretty much that."
"So I'm imagining-"
"Well, I'd hope what you're imagining, honestly, is that going on about what abilities you think a New Breed might have to a large audience is a bit silly, given that somebody could have a grudge against them for some reason and the ability to use the information they get to turn those abilities against them. So then, obviously, it'd be better to move on to the next bit of the interview without potentially endangering your guest, I think is what you're hopefully imagining."
"...oh."
"Sorry if that was a rant. It's somewhat common in comic books, is all."
"No, no, I get what you're saying- it's fine, don't worry! Uh, aheh, well, I think it's safe to say, you've had kind of a rough life, haven't you?"
"Well, a bit of one, for sure."
"Your mother dying by your own hand, all the bullying you must have received, who knows what injuries in the course of fighting whatever crime you've fought... how does somebody handle all that stress?"
"Oh, just don't get stressed out about the bad bits, is all."
"...just, uh... don't get stressed. Okay."
"I mean, okay, sometimes life sucks, but what about it? It's mostly not bad, whether you're a human or a New Breed, you just have to find those good parts. Besides, superpowers are cool."
"Heh. Honestly, I can talk about why life gets harder for New Breeds than humans without powers, but that's a whole conversation in itself, and we're running up on the timer here! As a closing statement, Jack, do you think you can offer any words of encouragement, to... I guess to New Breeds looking to be heroes, or just regular humans wanting to be better than they are?"
"We're more like detectives or investigators rather than heroes, really, but just follow an appropriate diet and exercise routine. You'll stay healthier longer. And that sounds really obvious, but you know, obesity rates are up in pretty much every industrialised country, there's... there's a lot of reasons behind it, but at least try to follow a good diet. Varied, I suppose."
"Well, even if you say you aren't a hero, that's certainly a heroic way to end things off. Thank you, Edgelord, you've been a wonderful guest today, and I hope we get to see you in action again soon!"
"You will. Thank you for having me."
Jack leaves the camera's view with another wave and a bit of a coy smirk.

Quote: "I mean, okay, sometimes life sucks, but what about it? It's mostly not bad, whether you're a human or a New Breed, you just have to find those good parts. Besides, superpowers are cool."

Reputation: One would not be wrong to expect a man who generates swords to kill people, and Jack certainly isn't one to shy away from the act if it's necessary. If. A life taken is not so easily given back, something he knows all too well, and he makes absolutely sure to exercise caution in this regard - mere petty theft isn't worth slaying a man over; threatening the life of an innocent, on the other hand, surely is. Consequently, he's developed a reputation as somewhat chivalrous, but a bit dark at times, and certainly not the sort of hero who lets mass-murderers escape from prison time and time again.

Theme Song:

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

@POOHEAD189 Just call him Cato. No, wait, Cato's Roman. Ahahaaa, history! Anyways, how's everyone doing?

One Piece: New Horizons!

Dirk Messir - [MISSION IMPOSSIBLES VIOLENTLY]

'Yeah chap,' he says, taking the gloves and putting them on his hands. He'd go to the chin, and he'd beat the cyclops, and I brought the crown BACK. But most of all, I'm... I'm... I'M...

A piece of crap who can't do anything right?

You are not worthy Loser! You can't win Imbecile!

Do Not Listen To Them! You Have So Much Potential!

He's saying you're weak right now. And you'll only ever grow weaker.

'Guys, I need to climhazzard,' I replied, jamming the gloves into the wall, going up the wall, not going up the wall because who thinks spikes that get stabbed into the wall is a good idea? Why is that even a thing? Who designed the stupid gloves they aren't even the best there is no way for gloves to have gloving on the glove spikes.

Oh hey a rope. Dirk puts the glove spikes in pocket and grabs the rope, and now there's a need to know how the best rope clim ever does the climbing, it's super good on my Syntich, super good on ythe then how does.

Okay, so he got up to Smithy again, and his arms hurt, and he's really trying guys. He's super trying. 'Your rope is bad quality, and you made it too long,' Dirk murmurs, trying to recover the energy in his arms so he didn't have an angery at the stealth moment. Besides, now he was to the top, which was where the Divine Purpose now says he needs to be. Hooray, good job.

'Okay. Let's find the things,' he says, now that his arms are better, and walks to one direction round the location. I'll find the, for sure.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Alessa Heather: Charity Fundraiser

Oh YES, this was wonderful! For three weeks, Alessa had been practically grinding her teeth over her inability to help, the fact that she’d been specifically denied the option of preventing crime and saving lives, but this, now? This was helping - the Wards were interacting with the community and showing they were well; laughs were being shared, not to mention genuine smiles; the event would raise funds for the PRT and Protectorate to further improve everyone’s lives! Everyone was happy.

...nearly everyone was happy. Behind her mask of light- or rather, the fake plastic mask she’d been asked to wear along with her normal outfit just to avoid blinding anyone too much- Alessa certainly felt better than she had since the warehouse tragedy, but... it hung over her still. Even three solid weeks of therapy had not quelled her fears, her worries... particularly the possibility that she’d flashback again, and...

No. No, no, she knew that wouldn’t happen again. One nightmare and one slightly singed house were nothing to worry about. She’d not even had another scene like that since then. Plus, how could she have her mind on things like that when the sweetest kid had just asked for her to sign her poster?

‘...and there you go, Jenny, one poster autograph!’ she exclaimed a couple of moments later, handing the poster back to the little girl, who took a look and let out a legitimate squeal of joy.

‘Thank you, Messiah! You’re the- the best hero ever!’ she squeaked, giving a massive smile - the sentiment clearly reflected by Jenny’s mother in her grateful expression.

‘Nah, you know who’s the best, Jenny? You are.’

‘Eeeee! Thank you!’ D’aww, how heartwarming.

As the two walked off, both clearly pleased, Lillian walked over to Alessa, her own mask hiding her features as she asked how everything was, whether she’d talked to Furnace yet, how G4M3R was having such a bad time, but it was so good to see Noble and Morales back on the field, and...

‘Heh. Don’t worry about it, Lily,’ Alessa replied kindly, lifting her mask just enough to show a grin before returning it to its usual position. ‘Today has been pretty great, but it’s been busy as heck too!’

Before she could say much else, her eye caught the approach of a, uh, draconic, sort of, silvery... rather well-endowed dragon woman. Oh, jeez. Her immediate instinct was a mixture of slight fear, on account of her size, her wings and other reptilian features, and substantial attraction, on account of her... size. Yeah, Evelyn’s comment pretty much summed it up, and it was essentially her own PR training that let her quickly twist the comment to something hopefully more PG:

‘Yyyeah, your outfit’s really well-designed! Can you direct me to whoever set that up for you? Because I want in on their work, hahaa! Ahh, but uh, I recognise you, I think,’ she said thoughtfully once her PR moment was over, frowning beneath the mask. ‘Correct me if I’m wrong, you’re… Sylph, right? The new Case 53 working with the Protectorate?’ As she spoke, she couldn’t help but glance over to Margrave to see how he was doing... oh, jeez. Not that great, huh? Maybe she should go over and see whether she could help him out.

‘Messiah. Wonderful to meet you,’ she offered to the newcomer, holding a hand out to shake semi-distractedly. Once it had been accepted or rejected, she briefly clasped her hand around the dragon-lady’s, murmured ‘Sorry for rushing off like this, Sylph, I swear I’d stick around longer if I wasn’t needed over there, and again, wonderful to meet you,‘ before speed-walking her way over to Margrave just as another highly attractive woman made her presence known to him. Damn it, why were there so many hot women around?

‘Hey, Margrave,’ Alessa uttered in a friendly fashion. Open, she hoped. ‘And of course whoever you are, ma’am - Messiah, nice to meet you.’ Offer a handshake, nod to her in a friendly fashion if and when she gave her name, return to the matter at hand. ‘Now, Margrave, I couldn’t help but notice you seemed a bit on-your-own over here,’ she mentioned matter-of-factly. ‘Do you want to have a chat for a bit? You, me, and Angel? If you want to chat, obviously.’ Was she saying too much? Making this too personal in front of an utter stranger? She imagined Margrave would say something if he was uncomfortable with the notion, but she could never quite tell how he’d react in some situations.

One Piece: New Horizons!

Dirk Messir - Smooth Fish Partying

It looked like all the boys were back in town now then now. It was all the best. They'd battol the minions of Minion Master, and he will be defeated in rapid speed timings, with the Divine Purpose said to do it now, immediately, do it.

You aren't going fast enough Idiot! Stop going backwards Slowpoke!

But he's going forwards. The Divine Purpose told him so.

...no wait. I am moving in the wrong direction. I guess this is what's the thing is now. Oh, it's that Ninjask who has the face beard, but not any more, since he looks without seeing being there's no seeing him tonight. He's very difficult to see, you see.

How are you always barely coherent, you utter reject?

'No shush Derek, the nice man is saying the words,' Dirk said, his head tilting as the lad said- oh wait his name is Smiff. Smift said that they wanted to do sneaking around. But then Dirk couldn't get to the fight.

You'd fail anyway Moron! You're so pathetically weak Loser!

'No, Jamewithaniintheexactmiddle, that's you,' he murmured, still headtiltthinking to himstilt. Stilts are nice. He could have time for stilts if he did the best thing. And the Divine Purpose had there was it said he would heave sad go to the chin, and do that with Taylor Smith. But a problem said itself.

'I actually don't into the hide,' I pronounce in quiet. 'It's what has there's me, okay. And the Divine Purpose tells me to do the thing. Which I do. Which is a good yes.' He untilted to retilt the other way, then fully untilted properly that time the there. 'Yes, okay. We can steal their coats.' He needed coats. He never had a coat before the guy who Slick was at Click Town with took there coat, and Dirk liked it, so he needed to get more coat. It was nice. So they had to go then. Where to go? Not into the fight area, probelly.

Warhammer 40k: Enemy Without, Enemy Within - an 'Ecclesiarchal' RP [Mature][High Casual/Low Advanced]

@Jbcool Posted as Alexa, finally. Thank you for your patience, everyone, it's much appreciated.

Warhammer 40k: Enemy Without, Enemy Within - an 'Ecclesiarchal' RP [Mature][High Casual/Low Advanced]

Alexa nodded to the Celestian's order, taking the back row of the column next to one of her fellow Battle-Sisters. Her lot was not to lead the charge, but to ensure those who did could do so without fail; and so she followed on, keeping her eyes forward, save when she glanced back to ensure they were not flanked - and, in one brief moment of distraction, toward the blade wielded by Sister Lisbeth. What an intriguing weapon for her to bear. Alexa wondered if she might discuss the matter with Lisbeth later.

But, that would be later. Now was a matter of combat - and rescuing their Crusader comrade from otherwise-certain doom. She thanked the Emperor, then, when their column finally reached him, imperiled but nonetheless living. In corridors such as these, avoiding gunfire and enemy attacks would be all the more difficult, not just for the armoured Sororitas, but also for their foes - a fact Sister Caroline made instant use of, opening fire into the mass of bodies with a hearty war cry, and heralding the echoes of gunfire that shortly followed. Alexa, without proper view, did not open fire immediately, but instead paid close attention to the battle to see who might require her help.

First to be injured, perhaps inevitably, was the unarmoured Confessor. Though his weapon was emptied into the crowd of heretics almost immediately, and his Rosarius flashed with every round that it deflected, it could not prevent him from coming to harm eternally. Under her helm, Alexa offered a sympathetic wince as what seemed to be a full quarter of his face was turned molten by a burst of lasfire; yet even as she moved forward to give her aid, the man recomposed himself and charged into the mass of enemies, bolt pistol and power maul to hand. She hoped he would be able enough in such circumstances to survive, despite everything he had going against him.

Her fellow Sisters seemed able enough: Sister Caroline's heavy bolter held strong, whilst Sister Vitruvia maintained weaponfire against the enemy until she ran dry of ammo, only to switch to her chainsword as the fray of close-range combat fell upon her, rather than the other way round. By now, Alexa had managed to pull forward enough to fire at her foes; bolt pistol in hand, she took aim and offered a triple-burst up to the foe, two rounds fragmenting a human's torso and covering his ally with viscera, and the third rending that man's arm from his body in a spray of blood. A second burst finished the foe off, then continued on to execute a duo of Kroot warriors, further back than anticipated. A mutant's solid projectile fire flew past her allies and zinged off of Alexa's armour like rain; the third burst was dedicated to his execution, and happened to catch an extra mutant or two in its deadly arc in the process.

Now Alexa reloaded, swapping her current bolt clip for a fresh one, and again looking to Sister Vitruvia - just as she finished off a Kroot warrior with a vicious blow to its neck, though she took a heavy hit to her back in the process. Her armour was sorely dented in many places, and it was clear she'd taken at least one serious wound. Yet, or so it might seem, she insisted through wordless action that she needed to continue her fight. And... where was the Confessor? Damn it all, he'd vanished! Where was he, where- ah, no, he lived yet, though kneeling in a side-room with a Kroot's mangled body at his feet, it was clear he ailed at the present time. Alexa made her way to him, muttering 'Let me examine that injury' to him as she entered, just to ensure he didn't lash out at her unnecessarily.

And the injury itself was, honestly speaking, a rather gruesome burn, flesh blackened and melted away almost down to the bone. Yet despite this, it was essentially cosmetic for the purposes of combat effectiveness - the man was winded through his own exertions rather than the pain in his face. He would, however, need more in-depth medical care once this crisis was through; in a field situation such as this, there was nothing Alexa could offer to help such a wound, other than a couple of injections - an analgesic at the injury site to relieve him of pain, followed up with an antiseptic spray to ensure it remained uninfected until proper attention could be given; and a stimshot to the arm to restore his energy levels. His assistance was greatly appreciated, of course, but Alexa felt his age might hold him back again in the future. She'd perhaps suggest to him at a later date to ask about rejuvenat treatments, just in case.

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The Edgelord (WIP)

Name: Jack Valent
Age: 26
Alias: Edgelord, or sometimes The Edgelord
Tier: 3
Years Spent in LHA: 2
Species: New Breed Human

Appearance:

Jack is somebody you could easily describe as "handsome", what with his sharp jawline and well-groomed dirty blond hair, both atop his head and on his face. Piercing blue eyes and a muscular frame about 180cm high complete the image, further assisted by a soothing voice with a very slight Irish accent to it and a simple shirt-and-trouser getups that emphasize his physique, usually unintentionally. The simple clothing is important for him, as in a pinch...
Super Appearance:

...he can strip himself down to his underwear and produce blades covering his entire body. The above image is not precisely indicative of how he looks in this state, but it is a decent enough representation; typically, he will also hide his face with these blades, masking his identity and protecting his head from injury.
Personality: Despite his superhero name and harsh backstory, Jack is a surprisingly mellow individual, his attitude bordering on irreverent, even tangential to a situation at times, a fact that might make him seem quite odd if he weren't so calm otherwise. Though he certainly faces both internal and external moral conundrums as to the nature of his abilities, he tends to approach them and other situations with a "well, it happens" mindset, shrugging off trauma with relative ease and not typically looking back at his past too much.
This does not, of course, imply that he never feels negative emotion - for instance, deliberate and spiteful reminders of his past or other similar tragedies will lead him to grow very quiet, and he has a tendency to try and help people whenever he can, to the extent that he'll almost always assist somebody in trouble to the best of his ability unless it's physically impossible for him to reach them.
Completely coincidentally, Jack is bisexual, with a thing for cute guys in particular. This has led to him having a bit of attraction towards Luka, though he tends to hide it behind his usual mellow persona. Plus, he reminds himself regularly, Luka being telepathically bonded to Killer Queen basically means any physical interaction between them would indirectly affect a cat too, even if it is fully sapient.

Powered Stats:
Strength +
Psychic/Magic -
Speed -
Fortitude +
Powers: Jack's basic powerset is that of a low-power brick, combining substantial additional strength somewhat below peak human with a degree of enhanced healing - not enough to restore a lost body part, but certainly sufficient that mortal wounds to a regular human are merely debilitating for a time to him, as well as offering what amounts to boosted stamina. These alone might leave him easily mistaken for an especially strong and resilient human, but what pushes him into the realms of true superpower is his ability to generate razor-sharp blades from his body out of most solid substances, from bone to titanium, and even to material like glass, as well as retracting and regrowing them at will. The obvious benefit of this ability is an effectively limitless supply of weaponry to attack people with, often sufficient to cut through most armour and reformed easily even if broken; less obvious is the fact that it also affords something akin to limitless armour itself, as not only does covering yourself in regenerating swords make it harder to attack you effectively to begin with, but it also offers a great deal of resistance to harm depending on what the swords are currently made of, not to mention a surprising amount of versatility.

Skills: Swordsmanship - Naturally, Jack's power encourages him to utilise his natural weapons to their fullest extent, which generally means practicing in and studying swordsmanship on the regular. More particularly, his practice includes work in various styles, ranging from historical European martial arts to kenjutsu, giving him a wide, albeit somewhat shallow, range of expertise, combined with an unusually deep pool of knowledge about them.
Fisticuffs - Jack has also taken up a limited degree of practice and study in nominally unarmed martial arts, most prominently boxing and streetfighting, though his theoretical knowledge again far surpasses his practical skill. On the one hand, he has the strength to do reasonably well in these combat styles even with relatively little skill; and on the other hand, one gains an edge in such things when one can literally produce an edge from themselves at any time they desire.
Weightlifting, and lifting in general - It's been suggested to Jack recently that he take up weightlifting to further improve his already-substantial strength. To that end, he's managed to figure out the best routines for doing so, and in the process further taught himself how to lift more conventional objects properly too, making him a good choice for hauling heavy items around. It helps that he can also recover more rapidly from any injuries he deals himself unintentionally, too.
Analysis - Jack is not traditionally intelligent; as far as logical thought goes, he is quite average indeed. He is, however, able to chug through data like a machine, and is perfectly happy to read through and process long lists for hours on end, which perhaps explains why he is able to retain so much theoretical information on various topics.
Cooking - Jack regularly maintains that one isn't really a proper adult unless they can cook their own meals, something he's had to do since a young age. He'd call himself decent, compared to somebody like Gordon Ramsey; most others would say he's far better at it than he gives himself credit for.
Equipment: Nothing, aside from the blades he can grow out of his body. Sometimes he breaks them off and throws them at people, but he absolutely prefers melee combat.
Weapons: Nothing, aside from the blades he can grow out of his body.
Fighting Style: You might expect somebody whose body can produce infinite swords to be quite unrefined when it comes to combat. As it happens, flailing wildly with a bunch of swords is rather unlikely to significantly hinder anybody; thus, he's actually taken a sensible approach and made time to train his ability to fight with his blades like actual weapons. Moreover, this training has covered many different styles of swordsmanship and unarmed combat, making his combat style a little unpredictable - albeit rather simplistic, once one realises what he's doing. A jack of all trades does not a master make.
Policy: One would not be wrong to expect a man who generates swords to kill people, and Jack certainly isn't one to shy away from the act if it's necessary. If. A life taken is not so easily given back, something he knows all too well, and he makes absolutely sure to exercise caution in this regard, ensuring first that an act of slaughter is appropriate for a situation before indulging in it. Mere petty theft isn't worth slaying a man over; threatening the life of an innocent, on the other hand, surely is.
Notoriety: List me 3 different stories that were placed in the news about your superhero.

Biography: Tell me about their past, how they grew up, etc. Remember the more given, the more I can write in the RP

Theme Song: A good theme song is a good way to introduce a character

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

Post made, and hopefully it comes across as suitably charismatic.

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Alice right now =

@The Fated Fallen

Just spit on them, if they do not know de wey.