Bluetommy

Iron Rose Adventurer's Guild

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Derrien

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The elf thumped down onto the ground, feet in the air and head buried in his hands. He growled and pushed himself back to his feet, scratching his head with a tired look on his face. He had stood up too fast, his vision had blurred into nothing and he'd fallen like a downed tree. He looked over the room for the first time since he'd gotten here, before he'd always sat in the corner and focused on dreaming up song ideas. He had been surprised by the number of strange people there, there was the regularly scheduled humans, a half-elf or two, and even an orc!

Derrien's posture improved as he saw the B-class heroes assembling, each having jobs to do. This was it, he supposed, the first mission he'd go on as an adventurer, he didn't care what it was honestly, he just wanted to excel, get promoted, be able to see the world wherever he wanted. He pulled his flute from where it hung at his side and looked at it. He thought back to when he had first gotten it, the look of disappointment his father had given him when he revealed it. It was hard to think about, but it was his past, this flute was all of that, it was the only thing that he had kept from that time, and to him it was a representation of all of it. The sadness, and the good times too.

Derrien smiled and clenched the thing in his hand, pulling it up to his mouth.

He played a soft, slow song. It was for his father, who was sure to have a good reason for doing what he did. His eyes fluttered close as he thought of that. There was never a good reason to leave your child, it had broken him. All he wanted was to have a father, but that had been taken from him.

Derrien pushed through his chest tightening as he thought and kept playing, dancing from note to note as he strode slowly up to the gathering of adventurers.

He finished the song with a flourish and gave a bow, the performance calming him considerably. He moved up to a standing position and addressed the B-class adventurers.

"I'm willing to go wherever I'm needed, thank you for considering me," he said woodenly before stepping back into the crowd.

Iron Rose Adventurer's Guild

Derrien

"I'm an artist, I make people happy."

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Name:
Derrien Palaiologos

Alias(es):
Bard, Rolve.

Gender:
Male

Race:
Elf.

Age:
23

Rank:
D

Personality:
Derrien is a free spirit. The Elven ways of living isolated and free have made him into an easily impressed person, though he is quick to bore and rarely gives things more than one look. Derrien is socially stunted even amongst other Elves, but this socially stunted nature seemingly disappears when around a female of any intelligent race, whereupon he becomes incredibly flirtatious and nigh-shameless, aggressively pursuing a relationship with his chosen target. Otherwise, Derrien is mostly all serious conversation around others, though he sometimes tosses in a sarcastic or insulting quip. Derrien's main form of expression is through music, which he sees as a focusing area for all of his emotional struggles and pleasures. Derrien is much more likely to discuss when the topic revolves around music, especially his own. When on the topic of music, Derrien is a much more emotional speaker, discussing the intricacies of music and his own understanding of it. These conversations are the only way Derrien expresses his worldview outside of his music or perhaps one or two small statements otherwise.

Derrien's worldview itself is a belief that life, fleeting as it is, is to be enjoyed for what it is, and that wasting time on endeavors such as work or education, is pointless. Life is better spent enjoying your freedom, and Derrien sees joining the guild as a chance to learn how to do that better. Derrien's deepest fear is that of being abandoned by someone he trusts, so he makes sure to never trust anyone, and is thus very paranoid and as a result quite observant. Derrien avoids getting attached to anyone, and often acts angrily and rudely to drive others away when he feels like they're getting too close.

History:
Born in the forests of western Rode, Derrien lived his childhood in a small Elven retreat. His father was well-known around the area for his magical talent, and Derrien inherited at least a small amount of that. His father tutored him in the magical arts from a young age. Derrien's father quickly grew frustrated with Derrien's lack of care for magic and preference for music.

This came to a head when Derrien used the money his father gave to him for a magic staff to purchase an enchanted panflute, which allowed him to cast spells without the need of a staff and gave him the chance to continue making music. Derrien's father, never pleased with the fact that his son had yet to express any extreme magical talent, decided to take Derrien into the forests for a long magical training session.

When they arrived, Derrien's father suddenly disappeared, and Derrien was left alone, lost in the forest. He only barely made it back to the retreat. Derrien's father was never seen again. Derrien continued tuning his art, and despite the bad memories associated with it, he continued practicing magic. Derrien eventually grew bored of this, and left the Elven retreat to see the world, joining up with the Adventurer's Guild for a chance to see more of it, and maybe meet some nice girls on the way.

Magic:
Derrien's magic is channeled through his panflute, allowing for it to effect anyone who hears the flute. He can use this to improve moods, intimidate others, and invigorate allies. These abilities can be used in combat or to subtly influence others outside of it. Derrien's flute magic is focused on increasing the ability of allies, weakening foes, or defending himself, but he does have offensive spells, such as powerful whistles that can break ear-drums, and the ability to blast flame through the panflute itself. Other than the abilities relying on the flute, Derrien has other utility spells such as haste, and weak offensive attacks like a zap of magical energy, fired from the finger-tips. His lute can also be used to perform weaker versions of his flute-songs. His spell repertoire is small and seemingly unworthy, but they are all utilitarian.

Skills:
Derrien is a middling sword-fighter, talented lute player, and excellent flute player. He is agile and dexterous, and a skilled climber.

Equipment:
-Magic Panflute
-Normal bastard sword.
-Normal lute.
-Normal leather vest.

Anything Else:
-Favorite color is Purple
-Favorite food is mushroom soup
-Heterosexual

Iron Rose Adventurer's Guild

Derrien

"I'm an artist, I make people happy."

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Name:
Derrien Palaiologos

Alias(es):
Bard, Rolve.

Gender:
Male

Race:
Elf.

Age:
23

Rank:
D

Personality:
Derrien is a free spirit. The Elven ways of living isolated and free have made him into an easily impressed person, though he is quick to bore and rarely gives things more than one look. Derrien is socially stunted even amongst other Elves, but this socially stunted nature seemingly disappears when around a female of any intelligent race, whereupon he becomes incredibly flirtatious and nigh-shameless, aggressively pursuing a relationship with his chosen target. Otherwise, Derrien is mostly all serious conversation around others, though he sometimes tosses in a sarcastic or insulting quip. Derrien's main form of expression is through music, which he sees as a focusing area for all of his emotional struggles and pleasures. Derrien is much more likely to discuss when the topic revolves around music, especially his own. When on the topic of music, Derrien is a much more emotional speaker, discussing the intricacies of music and his own understanding of it. These conversations are the only way Derrien expresses his worldview outside of his music or perhaps one or two small statements otherwise.

Derrien's worldview itself is a belief that life, fleeting as it is, is to be enjoyed for what it is, and that wasting time on endeavors such as work or education, is pointless. Life is better spent enjoying your freedom, and Derrien sees joining the guild as a chance to learn how to do that better. Derrien's deepest fear is that of being abandoned by someone he trusts, so he makes sure to never trust anyone, and is thus very paranoid and as a result quite observant. Derrien avoids getting attached to anyone, and often acts angrily and rudely to drive others away when he feels like they're getting too close.

History:
Born in the forests of western Rode, Derrien lived his childhood in a small Elven retreat. His father was well-known around the area for his magical talent, and Derrien inherited at least a small amount of that. His father tutored him in the magical arts from a young age. Derrien's father quickly grew frustrated with Derrien's lack of care for magic and preference for music.

This came to a head when Derrien used the money his father gave to him for a magic staff to purchase an enchanted panflute, which allowed him to cast spells without the need of a staff and gave him the chance to continue making music. Derrien's father, never pleased with the fact that his son had yet to express any extreme magical talent, decided to take Derrien into the forests for a long magical training session.

When they arrived, Derrien's father suddenly disappeared, and Derrien was left alone, lost in the forest. He only barely made it back to the retreat. Derrien's father was never seen again. Derrien continued tuning his art, and despite the bad memories associated with it, he continued practicing magic. Derrien eventually grew bored of this, and left the Elven retreat to see the world, joining up with the Adventurer's Guild for a chance to see more of it, and maybe meet some nice girls on the way.

Magic:
Derrien's magic is channeled through his panflute, allowing for it to effect anyone who hears the flute. He can use this to improve moods, intimidate others, and invigorate allies. These abilities can be used in combat or to subtly influence others outside of it. Derrien's flute magic is focused on increasing the ability of allies, weakening foes, or defending himself, but he does have offensive spells, such as powerful whistles that can break ear-drums, and the ability to blast flame through the panflute itself. Other than the abilities relying on the flute, Derrien has other utility spells such as haste, and weak offensive attacks like a zap of magical energy, fired from the finger-tips. His lute can also be used to perform weaker versions of his flute-songs. His spell repertoire is small and seemingly unworthy, but they are all utilitarian.

Skills:
Derrien is a middling sword-fighter, talented lute player, and excellent flute player. He is agile and dexterous, and a skilled climber.

Equipment:
-Magic Panflute
-Normal bastard sword.
-Normal lute.
-Normal leather vest.

Anything Else:
-Favorite color is Purple
-Favorite food is mushroom soup
-Heterosexual

Iron Rose Adventurer's Guild

I am interested! I'll check out the discord too when I start getting ideas.

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Low Street Tier

Alias

Well, I suppose all the vigilantes have cool aliases, if I'm gonna be one I need one too...

Ah fuck it, I'll just call myself...

Alias

Civilian Name: Shams Al'Harasa

Origin city/Planet: Abu Dhabi, UAE

Hometown: Hub City

Sex: Female

Race: Human (Arabic)

Height: 5'11"

Weight: 150 lbs.

Age: 30

Birth Date: March 1st
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Costumed Appearance: Alias wears a simple outfit, a pantyhose sock over the head and a white dress-shirt, black tie, and brown gun-belt. She wears a red scarf, covering the mouth, blue latex gloves, and black dress pants. Sometimes she wears a blue rain-coat over this outfit with the hood drawn down. When it's daytime and its hot outside, she wears knee-length shorts and a sleeveless dress-shirt, worn with a tie. When performing interrogations she has a wide array of other outfits, including a clown outfit, a gimp costume, a suit, and an alien costume. One thing that Alias does in all outfits is strap her breasts down, they're a hindrance in combat, and not having them can be helpful for shifting outfits during interrogation.

Civilian Appearance:

Shams

She does not usually wear a hijab, it's far too dangerous in Hub City, even if it is against her religion to not wear it. On duty she wears her hair in a simple ponytail and neglects make-up.

Icon: An "@" symbol.

Costumed Personality:
"You have thirty seconds to tell me, or I bring out Bill."

Alias is a quiet, brutal, and yet still eccentric vigilante. Alias rarely speaks when in costume, except when attempting to frighten suspects, and when she does, her statements are angry assaults on the victim. Her fighting style is brutal and efficient, and she seems to bring pleasure out of causing harm to others. Alias also seems distrustful of government authority, and when she speaks to an ally, she has a litany of reasons as to why she hates the government, most of which are based in fact, and others... which aren't. When interrogating a target, Alias uses a variety of strange outfits and other personalities in order to disorient and confuse the target, the only constant being Alias herself who expresses empathy in an attempt to get the target to state what they know.

Civilian Personality:

"I'm a police officer, I can't do anything but wave my gun and hope they don't have a bigger one."

Shams is bitter and rude, constantly complaining about the sorry state of the Hub City Police Department and how little power she possesses to actually stop crimes. She is also very defensive due to having to constantly deal with racism, and it is very hard to gain her trust, whether you are an individual or an organization. Despite all of this, Shams truly believes in bettering the world, even if that seems like an impossible goal. Shams is a sadist, and enjoys seeing others in pain, but attempts to rein this aspect of her personality in most times.

Super abilities:
-Skills:
»Detective - Shams is employed as a detective, and is talented in this role, capable of deductive reasoning and observation.
»Brawling - Growing up in Hell's Corner lends itself to at lest some combat skill, and Shams is more than capable of handling herself in a fight, even against more than one opponent.
»Interrogation - Shams has spent a large amount of time attempting to become better at interrogation, and she has become talented enough to rouse sensitive information from even some of the toughest and most resistant targets.
-Gadgets:
»Tear-gas
»Crowbar (Also doubles as a weapon)
-Weapons:
»Crowbar
»Glock 17 pistol.

Civilian Occupation: Police detective.

Biography
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Character History/Origin: Shams Al'Harasa was born in the city of Abu Dhabi, of the United Arab Emirates, formerly Trucial States. Her family was descended of nobility, and she was quite well off as a child. However, before she could remember, a member of her family was found to be performing terrorism in Arab Union territory. Not willing to risk their wrath, the Emirs expelled her family from the UAE, and they were forced to flee to America.

The Al'Harasa family eventually settled in Hub City, the cheapest housing they could find. This meant that they were forced to settle in Hell's Corner, a slum in the city almost as bad and notorious as The Wedge. Shams found herself living in poverty for her entire childhood, forced to live on very little and dealing with racism and brutal attacks on her and her family. Shams, wishing to change this, joined the police as soon as she was able, but found herself disappointed with the lack of power they expressed over the city slums.

Shams felt furious at this, and quickly began bending to law to her own whims, but even so found herself restricted by the limits of being a police officer. Learning of The Question, and his crusade against gang violence and other crime, she decided to herself become a vigilante, finally getting the chance to change the city on her own terms. This would also prove a great opportunity to meet with this Question fellow, who intrigued her immensely.

Optional information
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Nemesis:
Allies:
Team:

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0800 hours, March 13th.

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Thomas sat back in his chair, a hand on his chin. It had been a strange couple of days to be certain, he'd gone from a high-ranking but mostly inconsequential NSA agent to someone on call with the president. The world was changing, and clearly she was hoping to stay on top of the curve. He was currently waiting for a call from the Secretary of Homeland Security, if all went well, he'd be on a new assignment, keeping an eye on those "meta-humans" as the government was calling them. He understood the worry, he'd seen the pictures of the caped girl fighting the guy in the Nazi memorabilia, they had power comparable to a truck with a jet-engine. He never was one for fairy tales, but they seemed a good enough comparison to the world these days.

His computer finally showed signs of life, receiving the call he'd been waiting for all night. He pulled it open to be met with the stern face of the fine lady secretary.

He offered a salute to her and then sat back down.

"Mrs. Secretary."

"Agent Sebastion."

Her voice had a weight to it that was incomparable, every syllable had the sort of stern boldness that characterized the woman.

The woman clasped her fingers and leaned gently into the table.

"You may want to head to the bathroom before we begin speaking; we're going to be here a long time."

Thomas smirked.

"I've been told I have an iron bladder."

The Secretary didn't seem amused by his joke.

"Well, you'd better hope so," she said, almost threateningly.

"I know so," he responded with a nod. She frowned.

"Are we done fucking around, Agent Sebastion."

His hair stood on end.

"Er, yes, sorry. I'm all ears."

She gave what could be called a smirk if you squinted a little.

"Good. So on to the topic at hand," she looked down at something below the view of the webcam. "I'm sure you've heard of the recent meta-human explosion?"

Thomas nodded.

"Good, so I'm sure you know about Hurricane Stanley."

"The one that the meta-human stopped?"

She nodded in response

"The very same. This woman has power greater than any weapon we possess. She stopped an earthquake by moving the entire fucking Indian subcontinent! Do you know how fucked we are if she turns on us?" she asked, growing more and more firm in her tone as she spoke.

"Yes Mrs. Secretary."

"And she's not the only one, there's a fucking Nazi out there who can toss cars like a child throws toys. He just escaped from Germany's highest-security prison and apparently blew the whole thing into a crater," she informed intensely. "So you're going to have to ask yourself one question, Agent Sebastion; what do we do to defend ourselves from this massive gun held to our head?"

Thomas had no response.

"The answer, is we make our own gun."

"What are you suggesting, Mrs. Secretary?"

"I'm suggesting a program, a weapon against these meta-humans. I've gotten presidential assent but I need a leader for this program."

She pointed at him through the screen.

"The director suggested you, and if you wish for it, you will be the Director of CADMUS, our anti meta-human wing."

Thomas' eyes shot open and he scratched the back of his neck.

"Er, yes... Mrs. Secretary, I'd be honored."

"I'm glad, Director Sebastion. Now, a little paperwork and it'll be official, but for now we may as well discuss your duties," she said, producing a pair of glasses and looking over a clipboarded piece of paper. "It's just brainstorming currently, but CADMUS' first duty will be to find a company with the capital to create a human weapon."

"Er... a company, Mrs. Secretary?"

"Yes, we need plausible deniability, outsourcing and hiding our involvement will help in that. Other than that, you'll need to provide the secrecy necessary for a clandestine operation of such a large scale, and you'll provide some of the minds necessary. It'll mostly be a desk job, think you can handle that?"

"I was born for a desk job."

"Good, we're still pounding out the details, but I'll call when we have a design ready, in the meantime, fill out the papers I send you and start looking around, I hear there's a lot of people in Metropolis, if you're feeling ballsy maybe look in Gotham as well, but by all means, stay out of Hub City, we have enough dead agents from the attack three months ago. I'll keep in touch."

And with that, she ended the call. Thomas rubbed a hand over his forehead, he was glad he wasn't white, or he'd be fifty shades of red by now. So he was the head of a clandestine gov't superhuman operation... how fun.

War for the Ragnarok Array

@Zarkun I'm lost.

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March 8th
10:00 PM
Stammheim Prison, Stuttgart, Germany

Stammheim

Wilhelm awoke silently, his room had no windows, even if that wasn't the reason he had no clue what time it was, but from the feeling in the air he could just tell it was night. He stood from the uncomfortable bed and immediately felt no connection to anything. The Germans had kept him blindfolded and straightjacketed for quite some time, they weren't willing to perform a proposed surgery to rob him of his eyesight and thus his ability, but a blindfold worked well enough he supposed.

Well, not really.

Wilhelm utilized his ability to remove the blindfold from his face. They'd held him here for a number of months now, but he'd never given any indication that he was only here because he chose to be, they thought these measures worked, now they'd learn that they were incorrect. Wilhelm put pressure on his leg, smiling as it supported his weight easily. He removed the cast from it with his psychokinesis. Usually femur breaks took four months to heal, although he wasn't aware how long he'd been here, he knew it hadn't been that long. He'd never known how improved his healing had been by his treatments, but apparently it wasn't that strong. Oh well, he supposed, he wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth.

A bang rang through the halls as Wilhelm's cell door was fired off the hinges and crashed into the wall opposite it. A cacophony of screams erupted from the inmates caged around him. Wilhelm strode out and took a deep breath, now to find what they had taken from him.

Wilhelm turned to walk out and spotted a guard approaching, taser in hand. He fired, the cord stretched, and then stopped. The man stared in complete bewilderment at the frozen taser as Wilhelm approached. The man shook his head, dropping the taser, which floated where it had been dropped, and pulling out a baton. As he lifted it over his head, it dropped in an instant and cracked him in the skull, causing him to stumble forwards. As he did so, Wilhelm dropped the taser and pushed himself, floating, into the air. He flipped himself backwards, his feet crashing into the man's jaw and sending him hurtling into the ceiling, knocking a light off. He fell into the ground, and the light crashed into his chest, the glass smashing but the rest remaining for the most part intact.

Wilhelm turned and walked away, freeing his arms from the straightjacket with the aid of his telekinesis. He pulled it over his head and tossed it to the side, stretching his shoulders with a grunt. He wandered the halls, not aimlessly, but making his way towards the nearest exit. On the way he was accosted by a number of guards. The first he tossed through a window, the second had his eyes pulled out by telekinetic force, and the third had a fist forced through his abdomen.

Wilhelm found himself otherwise unaccosted as he collected his clothing and left the building.

Only to come face to face with a GSG 9 barricade.

Clearly the police force had prepared for such an eventuality, perhaps a stronger early-warning system had been set up just for him.

How lovely.

Wilhelm was undeterred, and continued walking despite gunfire.

The bullets simply stopped in the air a foot or two away from him, and with a wave of his blood-soaked arm, he tossed a van into the air, where it proceeded to crush a large number of the assembled police. A few gave a little more token gunfire, but it slowed as Wilhelm rose into the air, the expended bullets dropping at his feet. With one last wave of his arms, he released a shock-wave of telekinetic force, smashing the concrete beneath him and obliterating the building behind him.

Wilhelm landed softly, looking over the carnage which he had wrought. He was pleased to deal a blow on these false Germans, but his real goal remained in America. That girl, she was the only one who could challenge him, and deep down, he valued a good fight. Wilhelm smiled, and flew off into the distance.

Sky Warrior Stories: The New York 5 (closed)

Well, despite it all, I'm glad I was a part of this RP, thanks for the experience Dynamo

Sky Warrior Stories: The New York 5 (closed)

Oh.