Simply put, this is a thread for people to ask and describe the context and stories behind the creation of their username. Is your username a remnant that you stuck with from another forum? Is it an inside joke or does it refer to some incident occurring online or in real life? Well, this is the place for you to put those questions, misconceptions and rumors to rest.
I'll start.
Bork Lazer refers to a Pokemon Leaf-Green Nuzlocke Playthrough by TeamFourStar where they captured a Snorlax after a long 1-hour battle after it nearly decimated all of their team. They decided to aptly name it Bork Lazer.
Virgil shielded himself behind a over-flowing green garbage bin. He gagged at the sour smell of chinese take-out and mouldy shoes. He would have preferred a car or a large fridge but it was the only thing that prevented him from turning into mincemeat. Blasts of buckshot and bullets thundered through the fetid alleyway air, perforating the garbage bin, his shouts being lost in the cacophony.
“ Look, why don’t you pick on someone with their own gun?!”
On second thought, that sentence didn't make much sense. The officers replied by just continuing to fire at him. His muscles were beginning to ache from how long he’d been levitating the garbage bin for. Alright, enough of playing target practice. He steeled himself, breathing out, waiting for the inevitable sound of an empty -
CLICK
He lashed out with his right hand and the garbage bin flew down the alley in a lurching arc, its metallic frame bouncing off the walls and ground. An officer slid out of cover to avoid being crushed, just in time for a whip of electricity to catch him in the chest. A kevlar vest could stop bullets but 50,000 volts of electricity was a different matter entirely. The two others ignored their convulsing comrade laying on the ground and leveled their rifles out towards him. Only to find that their rifles had been pulled out of their hands by an unseen force. Virgil smirked. Guns were made out of metal. Magnets attract metals. And when you were a living magnet, the answer was obvious. Twisting his hands to adjust the polarity, the rifle stocks slammed into their foreheads, knocking them out cold for good.
" So much for gun safety seminars..."
Virgil let his hands down and the pair of guns clattered to the ground. He began to stroll out of the alley, readying himself to surf away if it wasn’t for the glint on the back of the unconscious men’s necks. He crouched down to examine further. Virgil closed his eyes, concentrating on the ambient electricity in the air, within his body. If high-school biology taught him anything about neurons.....
It was a spark at first. Tiny but concrete. It was there. He just needed to bring it out. He coaxed it slowly, concentrating on the cracks, the places that weren't insulated from him. It was maddeningly slow. Made sense, though. Human bodies were terrible conductors of electricity. However, a grainy after-image was forming slowly over time.
Bingo
It was like looking at some weird, screwed up X-Ray. A skeleton of wires, a blueprint of the human nervous system. The largest tangle of wires was in the shape of a hairball - the brain - and like a parasite, the drone attached itself to a long strand that trailed outwards from it. The spine. He could see that the drone was still pulsing, sending electromagnetic frequencies to the brain, commanding its host what to do. His finger brushed against the metallic surface of the drone. All it would take was merely overloading that robot with enough juice that could turn the man sane again. Or turn him into a living vegetable. He didn’t like those odds.
Perhaps, that thing in Central Park’s the key to stopping all of this…..
It sounded like the beginnings of a plan. He zoomed out of the alleyway out into the bloodied and rioting streets of New York, plagued by the infection that had taken hold of its inhabitants in the last 3 hours. Virgil zoomed over top the skyline of the Big Apple, cars rumbling excitedly and lights flickering in his wake. His target was Central Park or Ground Zero of whatever Stryfe had unleashed all over the USA. For a moment, thoughts of Dakota City, the people, his family came up in his mind and made him wonder whether or not Stryfe's drones had managed to sink their claws into his hometown. The thought only made him push forward faster, ionized air trailing behind him.
As he neared Central Park, two things came to mind.
One. That ugly as hell art statue in the middle of Central Park was even uglier now. Being demolished sure didn't improve the aesthetic.
Two. The drones were currently swarming someone. Someone who was floating in the air like he was at the moment.
Another metahuman?
No time for curiosity. He leveled his hands out, laced with electricity, and began showering lightning down on the figure. Upon contact with the bolts, some of them exploded into puffs of grey smoke while others short-circuited and fell onto the grass, wingless flies. His eyes began to widen underneath his yellow googles as drones shed off her body. He recognized her. No, everyone could recognize her.
AP Metahuman History had entire chapters dedicated to her. He'd seen her face crop up on Dakota NTV7 and Youtube channels alike, millions of viewers fawning over her. Dolls resembling her were a birthday present pastime to young girls all over the world. There were numerous facial products, clothing lines and a cereal, Wonder Wheaties, with her logo on it. Richie wore her namesake on his underpants (That had been awkward to explain at the laundromat).
Wonder Woman. The living legend of WWI and international hero. Gosh, Richie would be fuming in his ears now if he found out about this....
So, how exactly did a small-time vigilante introduce themselves to a big-time celebrity hero? Virgil levitated himself down towards Wonder Woman, struggling to hold down his excitement as the manhole he was standing on drizzled electric rain below the both of them.
“ So, uh, never thought I’d meet you like this. I’d imagine an autograph session, not an apocalypse.” He sheepishly scratched the back of his head. “ My name’s Static. You got a plan to take down that Stryfe chump, Wonder Woman?”
APPEARANCE: Chinese? Japanese? Every customer who sees Jonah slicing pickled ginger or swabbing against sharkskin wasabi against sharkskin. Faint scars and a autobiography of calluses, reminders of his back-breaking training, tattoo the palms of his hands.
OCCUPATION: Jonah has spent the last 15 years of his life as an assistant Itamae
VIRTUE: (What makes you Good? This is important. Think up one aspect of life that you hold above all else. In what area are you a paragon? This is not meant to be a skill, but rather, a personal trait that defines your character in their best state.)
VICE: (What makes you Evil? Similarly, this is also very important to the RP. Think up one part of yourself that cripples you. I’m going to be rather strict on this part of the CS as each person’s vice should actually be debilitating to them to a certain degree.)
PERSONAL GOALS: (Why are you still around? Is there anything you’re trying to achieve?)
PERSONAL PHILOSOPHY: (Who are you really? What morally defines you? What drives you?)
FEARS: (What keeps you up at night? What makes you freeze up in the moment? What are you hiding? What do you avoid at all costs?)
LIKES: (Feel free to list a few.)
DISLIKES: (Same as above)
QUIRKS: (What makes you unique for better or worse?)
Background Information
” Fools are satisfied with settling for lesser. Satisfaction should be a treasure, not a commodity. ”
(Give me the history of you. Why are you the person you are to this day? What events of your past have brought you here… Aimlessly wandering through life until Gage found you? Take this chance to explain your cursory encounter with either Pyramid Microsystems or the June 6th attack. This will determine your first SECRET. Also, please don’t give this to me in some avant-garde dialogue form. Just write a well thought out summary.)
Operative Information
[N E G O T I A T O R]
ROLE DESCRIPTION: (Explain your role in the sense of how you came into it. Why are you able to do fulfill it? What applications did it serve in your everyday life? What applications may it have in future operations? Keep your Virtue and Vice in mind when choosing a role.)
POSSESSIONS
//Collection of Heirloom Japanese Kitchen Knives - A chef's most valuable arsenal. These artifacts were crafted 3 centuries ago and have been past along from generation to generation, son to father, relative to relative and friend to friend. The collection spans over 30 odd knives and cutting implements, ranging from the minutely sized deba bōchō to the four-foot long maguro bōchō. Make no mistake, these knives aren't just some collector's exhibit waiting to be dusted up. Forged by the blacksmiths of the Sakai Province using family trade secret recipes, these carbon-steel alloy blades are still sharp enough to cut through bone effortlessly.
SKILLS: (Feel free to list a few and elaborate a bit. I am not looking for any professional badasses. Remember that to a certain extent, you were just another everyday city-dweller before Gage picked you up. Don’t let me limit you too much, though. Feel free to ask me if you are unsure about something.)
FLAWS: (Aim for three or so. Equal or greater to your number of skills. Try to make them relevant and not just arbitrary things that could never come up. Creating a character with flaws that come out is part of the fun.)
1. How many roleplayers are you exactly looking for this RP?
2. How divergent is this timeline from ours? Are contemporary geopolitical events exact replicas such as 9/11, the War on Terror, the Berlin Wall, the 2008 Economic Depression or is it slightly different?
hello. can u pls review this? i worked very hard on it.
pls give me feedback. i feel like this would be an epic character for this RP.
Orange Fillet
A Fish Who Swam Upstream
Secret Name : Carassius auratus
Code Name : Orange Fillet
Age: 80
Personality
- Silent - Deadly - A Lust for Revenge - Focused on the Mission - A Pet Patriot
Experience: 80 years
Day-Job
A Pet Goldfish
Abilities
Skills
Fillet prominently uses PQP (Pet Quarters Pugilism) to dispatch of his foes, a combined combat technique synthesized from every known animal based martial art in existence: Slothjutsu, Eel Chi, Batrate, Anacombo and Snaildoo. Fillet is an expert marksfish as well, splashing and spitting water with eerie accuracy. Lastly but not least, Fillet is a master of covert stealth operations.
Because he's a fish.
And no one would expect a spy to be a fish.
Powers
Fillet is the perfect genetic clone of the Carp Colonel, considered by many to be the most legendary soldier in the entire world. He has the proportional strength of 10 dogs within his tiny flippers. He can swim faster than a motor boat, survive in saltwater and sewer water for extended periods of time. Finally, his IQ of 250 and mastery of all foreign human and pet languages makes him an unmatched lateral thinker. Fillet has also been injected with nano-sized sea monkeys that enhance and regulate his bodies abilities, allowing him to interface with any human technology such as the humble blender.
Weaknesses
Despite being the greatest spy in the world, Fillet is still a goldfish and thus can die if his owner overfeeds him, does not change the water in his tank 2 times a day, puts him under stress when transporting him or overcrowding his tank with other fish.
Arrowcaster Discovery
Orange Fillet discovered Arrowcaster after being bought by him, masquerading in a pet shop as a cheap goldfish who was advertised to have a lifespan of only one month.
Biography
A product of the Los Mascotas Terrible, Fillet was one of the many clones of world renowned fish soldier, Carp Colonel. Raised from a young age in his tank to join C-World, a special forces pet paegent unit dedicated to stopping the proliferation of pets in meme battles, Golden Fillet was tasked with stopping the threat of organisations such as PETA, Greenpeace and WWF from 1928 to 1995. The famous of his missions was a black-ops operation that revealed Pixar was purposefully misinforming children that flushing their pets down the toliet would return them to the ocean. However, children and parents alike were unaware that the film was used as a means of powering up a ancient cult memematurgic ritual through mass sacrifice of fish to summon the great Cathullu, a supernatural entity of devastating power. The battle between Fillet and Pixar would be known as the 'Little Nemo' War. This conflict of proxy meme pets would culminate in Golden Fillet battling his evil clone brother, Fillet O'Fish, who had possessed his old comrade, Purpose Pidgeon, via hypnotherapy to make the bird believe that he, Purpose Pidgeon, a bird, was a fish.
Then, Fillet O'Fish drowned trying to fight Fillet because birds can't breathe underwater.
Following the 'Little Nemo' incident and subsequent smear campaign by PETA, who had used the distraction of Pixar and its anthromorphic animal memes to seize power, Golden Fillet was declared a rogue bioweapon by the U.S Government. He faked his death during the Gulf Oil Spill but re-emerged years later in the guise of Orange Fillet, no longer bearing the lustrous gold scales he once had in his youth.
Now, with the threat of PETA using pets for proxy meme battles in America, Fillet aims to join Arrowcaster's team to create a meme of his own that will pass down for generations. A meme that will hopefully counteract PETA's memes that they are trying to subvert the global population with.
Sample Post
Pets have changed.
It's no longer about being cute, patting animals or emotional support. They're memes, part of the endless series of battles, bought by wizards and mercenaries.
Pets - and their consumption of memes - has become a well-oiled animal shelter.
Pets have changed.
ID-tagged owners used ID-tagged pets, used ID-tagged pet food. Sea-Monkeys inside their bodies enhance and regulate their abilities.
Genetic control, information control, emotion control, snack control....everything is collared and kept under control.
The age of deterrence has become the age of control, all in the name of averting cat-astrophe from pets of mass destruction and he who controls the pet shop, controls history.
Pets have changed.
When the pet shop is under total control, pets become routine.
Fillet watched from his fish-bowl, mouth open and never closing, as Arrowcaster paid 1 dirty dollar for him over the counter. He was silent as Arrowcaster carried him outside towards the door. A tabby cat, being hugged to death by a little human girl, whispered to him words of respect that Fillet knew could only come from the pet that had garnered so much memes online.
" Let the legend come back to life again."
This cat - no, this cat meme - could have been him once. The door-bell jingled. He felt the taste of freedom as Arrowcaster held him, swaying side from side in the warm water.
There was a car screech, the sudden feeling of weightlessness. His plastic bowl burst on the sidewalk upon impact and there he was, flopping on the ground, left out to dry by Arrowcaster. His eyes found the source of the disturbance. A food truck had just crashed into the pet shop, an eagle-costumed man clambering out of the driver's seat with a sack full of tacos as he ran out, screaming ' AMMMMERERRIIICCCAAAAA" onto the busy traffic intersection.
This man had the meme of a country in the DNA of his soul. Fillet needed to obtain the power of memes if he needed to defeat PETA.
It started when an alien device did what it did It stuck itself upon his wrist with secrets that it hid Now he's got superpowers he's no ordinary kid.....
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Name: Benjamin Kirby Tennyson
Hero Name: N/A
Known Aliases: Ben 10, Ben-Man, Watch Boy, Doofus, The Xeno
Age: Actually 10 and a Half but it wouldn't ring as well, would it?
Powers: This 10 year old can list every known B-Class fighter in the popular Sumo Slammers trading card game, lick his own elbow and survive having 20 soccer balls smashed into his face. Wait a second. You mean actual superhuman powers? Sorry if you were expecting something amazing.
Equipment
The Omnitrix : Originally belonging to his grandpa, Maxwell Tennyson, this technological watch-like device allows Ben to transform into a myriad of 'aliens'. Ben can only remain in these forms for an indeterminate duration of time before reverting back into his plain old self, otherwise dubbed by him as 'timing out'. The watch has been heavily damaged after the incident where Ben received it and thus, is extremely prone to malfunctions, transforming Ben into the wrong alien at times.
Each of Ben's aliens possesses unique and different superhuman powers and abilities from one another, allowing him to almost tackle any situation depending on what he transforms into. For now, there are currently only 10 known and discovered transformations available for Ben to access, as seen down below.
Heatblast - Pyrokinesis. Humongousaur - Saurian Physiology and Size Enhancement Diamondhead - Crystal Physiology and Manipulation Eye Guy - Energy Beam Emission and 360 degree field of vision Ghosfreak - Intangibility and Possession Brainstorm - Enhanced Cerebral Processing and Electrokinesis Upgrade - Technological Assimilation and Enhancement Stinkfly - Insectoid Physiology RAAAAATTTTTTHHHHHH - Enhanced Combat Intuition and Indomitable Rage Echo Echo - Self-Duplication and Sound Manipulation
Much to Ben's chagrin, there is still much that he still has to learn about the secrets of the Omnitrix.
Appearance: Ben possesses the energy and exuberance of youth with grass-stained bottoms, uncombed brown hair and mischievous light green eyes. He is never seen without his signature black-striped white football shirt. In recent months, he's taken to wearing a long sleeve lime jacket to help hide the Omnitrix strapped on his right wrist.
Known Affiliations
- 6th Grade Student at Madison Elementary School - Captain for Madison High Junior Soccer Team
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So if you see him you might be in for a big surprise He'll turn into an alien before your very eyes He's slimy creepy fast and shiny he's every shape and size
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Allies
Charmcaster/Heather Hopewell - Ben's classmate and long-time friend who he has recently found out to be a practitioner of the mystic arts. Ben finds her a kindred spirit, given that she's the only other 'weird' 10 year old in town like him. Gwendolyn 'Gwen' Tennyson - Ben's 16 year old cousin who is currently taking a break from her studies in Harvard by spending time with her parents at Ben's hometown of Bell-wood. Despite their tensions with one another, Ben genuinely views Gwen as a surrogate sister figure as well as a role model to aspire towards. Carl and Sandra Tennyson - Ben's loving and doting parents who try to shield Ben from their family's history with alien kind. Jimmy Jones - Ben's junior in the 3rd grade who actively stalks and blogs Ben's vigilante exploits online. J.T and Cash - Ben's best friends since childhood and fellow football team members at Madison Elementary. The three of them, including Ben, are virtually inseparable from one another and infamously known for being serial pranksters in Bellwood. Julie Yamamoto - Over-pressured by her parents to excel in all fields of academic study and sport, this former junior state tennis player has become the newest member of Ben's soccer team along with becoming his new neighbor next door. Jennifer Nocturne - Ben's classmate and an up and rising actress who has been inaugurated into Bellwood's Hall of Fame. Although as much as Ben tries to deny it, he has a hardcore crush on her. Aloysius James Animo - Ridiculed as a crackpot theorist in the scientific community, Doctor Animo acts as Ben's science teacher in Madison Elementary. He often fills the bulk of his lessons with mad ramblings and long lectures, much to the amusement of his students. Ignacius Baumann - The foul-tempered owner of Ben's favorite drink store and hangout area " Mr Smoothie", who is secretly the gatekeeper for the entrance to a subterranean alien society in Bellwood known as 'Undertown'.
Janitor Dox - The kindly yet mysterious caretaker of Madison's halls and refectories, whom is always looking out for Ben, even when he least expects it.
BEWARE THE TIMEWALKER
Enemies
Clancy - A homeless metahuman who roams the sewers of Bellwood. Able to telepathically command insects, which wouldn't be a problem if he didn't decide to unleash them on the population on Bellwood every once in a while. Micheal Morningstar - A vampire warlock from a rival school, Chesterspeake, in Bellwood who is a former acquaintance of Charmcaster and vows to claim the Charms of Bezel from the sorceress. The Circus Freak Trio - Formerly circus performers, the circus freaks are career criminal meta-humans in the mid-west, inspired loosely by the infamous Joker. With the ringleader of their group, Zombozo, locked in Blackgate Prison after an unsuccessful bank robbery, the trio have moved to Bellwood in search of new enterprises. The current group consists of Acidbreath, Frightwig and Thumbskull. Rojo - The leader of an all-female hi-tech biker gang in Bellwood known as the Huns. Armed with top of the line alien technology, Rojo and her gang work as hired thugs for anyone who is willing to shell out enough money, whether alien or human. The Vreedle Brothers - The equivalent of outer space red-necks, Octagon and Rhomboid Vreedle are an infamous dim-witted pair of bounty hunters armed with enough illegal alien weapons of mass destruction to make the U.S Army blush. They have recently arrived in Earth and are looking for paid work in the town of Bellwood, masquerading as human shop owners of a 7-11. Vulkanus - A wanted Detrovitian in ten sectors and currently the defacto ruler of crime in Under-Town. Uses his position of power to provide 'protection' for the inhabitants of Undertown whilst trafficking alien technology to human criminal empires for use. The Forever Knights - A global paramilitary religious organisation dating back to the 1200s who seek to eliminate all alien lifeforms in order to protect humanity, using a mixture of magical and alien artifacts to achieve their goals. A contingent of them has recently spread into Belltown, investigating rumours of a hidden alien enclave as well as to eliminate the vigilante known by locals as 'The Xeno'. Overlord Vilgax of Vilgaxia - 'Former' intergalactic conqueror and war-hawk politician in the Galactic Council representing Vilgaxia's interests. Hamstrung by the Kree and numerous other alien empires in the galaxy, Vilgax seeks to find the Omnitrix and use it as a weapon in which to declare himself ruler of the entire galaxy. Krabb, Six-Six and Sunder the Searcher, members of the Bounty Hunter Guild, act as his primary enforcers and have been tasked to hunt down the Omnitrix on the planet Earth.
Will Harangue - This local radio jockey dominates the air waves with his xenophobic and conspiratorial theories about a potential alien infiltration occuring on Earth. Recent sightings of 'xenos' in Bellwood have lent credence in his claims, which Harangue seeks to capitalize on.... Noobmaster69 - A recurring enemy of Ben online who frequently trolls and harasses Ben in online gaming matches of Sumo Slammers Royale. Their score tally is currently 104-1 to him.
Who Is This Character?: To many, he's a loud-mouthed brash 10 year old. To his friends, a well-meaning 10 year old boy who wishes to be Superman. To his enemies, a nuisance. To the entire galaxy, Benjamin Kirby Tennyson is the wielder of the most powerful device in the universe.
List of Reimagined Traits: My rendition of Ben is based mostly on the narrative of the Original Series by Man of Action as well as taking major influences from Derrick J. Wyatt's run of Ben 10: Omniverse, albeit with a few twists. Ultimate Alien Force, for me, was a big step in the wrong direction for the universe, albeit with some interesting concepts that I'll be keeping for this universe such as the worldbuilding of the Plumbers and several other minor characters as well. Other shows such as Stranger Things and Gravity Falls are major influences to create this supernatural small-town vibe. This Ben still has to juggle the responsibilities of handling the Omnitrix as well as his selfish desires but without the support of figures or mentors such as Grandpa Max or Gwen.
Story Overview
One ordinary fishing trip with his grandpa was all it took for 10 year old Benjamin Kirby Tennyson’s world to completely turn upside down. A month before the start of sixth grade, Maxwell Tennyson, the estranged patriarch of the Tennyson Family, had appeared out of nowhere much to the during the twilight hours of Ben’s summer vacation, wanting to reconcile the ties that he’d broken between himself and his family. Ben eagerly jumped on Grandpa Max’s offer of a joint fishing trip at Bellwood Creek with his grandfather, in spite of his parents attempting to dissuade him from trying. In the middle of hooking mouldy cheese onto trout hooks whilst attempting not to groan at Grandpa Max’s punny jokes, Ben noticed that there was something in the sky above that looked like a shooting star, only in daylight. It was getting brighter, louder, larger and he soon realized it was coming fast towards them. Knocked out and disoriented by the force of the landing impact, Ben found himself shielded by a protective dome of green crystal and inside along with him was a nine foot tall inhuman behemoth. Needless to say, it took some convincing for Ben to believe that Grandpa Max had transformed into an alien and that it wasn’t here to suck his brains out like in those old movies. When the dust settled, Ben spotted a spaceship within the crater and with a visitor from space. An especially hostile visitor from outer space. The alien announced himself as Psyphon, servant of some creep called Vilgax, and demanded that Max give him the ultimate weapon or that he would take it from him by force.
Bellwood served as a battlefield between Max and Psyphon.Following the battle across the town, the ten year old watched as the life slowly was beaten out of his grandpa. Twenty years ago, Psyphon wouldn’t have stood a chance against one of the most experienced wielders of the Omnitrix. However, years of using the Omnitrix had placed a toll on Max, a toll of severe chronic genetic destabilization that had sped up Max’s ageing. The alien enforcer had Max on the ground, ready to deliver the final killing blow if it wasn’t for Ben interrupting him at the last moment with a fire hydrant to the head. Ben would soon regret his act of bravery as Psyphon rounded on him, threatening to eviscerate the boy piece by piece before finishing off Max. Unfortunately, for Psyphon, he’d threatened not just anyone but Max’s grandson. The boy that he’d help raised, went on camping trips with and a second son to him. Psyphon’s threat gave Max one last rush of energy to defeat his enemy. A flash of green light later, Psyphon was nowhere to be found whilst Max Tennyson was lying on the ground heavily injured.
Dying in his grandson’s arms, Max desperately transferred the Omnitrix, damaged from battle, from himself to Ben, making his grandson swear that he would keep it safe from those that would use it for nefarious purposes. A week later, after Max’s funeral, Ben found it difficult to adjust to school life and began to shut himself off from everyone else, in an attempt to obey Max’s last words. His teachers were confused as to why the loud-mouthed, headache of a boy had suddenly become shy in class. Ben couldn’t. Worse of all, in spite of his attempts to get it off him, Ben found that the Omnitrix had become permanently attached to him. Hacksaws, drills, even acid that he’d stolen from the school’s laboratory and gotten in trouble for. Nothing would pry it off his wrist. Frustrated that he couldn’t get it off, Ben
Unfortunately, fate would force Ben into the position of being a hero when an armored alien bounty hunter by the name of Sunder the Searcher busted into the middle of his algebra test, searching for the Omnitrix. Ben transformed for the first time today and taught the bounty hunter that even though he was a child, a user of the Omnitrix was a force to be reckoned with, especially with 2000 pounds of Humongousaur fist to the face. Realizing that the Omnitrix could be used as a force for good, Ben took a new attitude towards the alien device, viewing it not as a burden but as a tool that he could use to become a hero.
The last three months have passed since his first transformation and Ben’s life has changed forever, for the better or worse. Together with Charmcaster , Ben has defends both Bellwood and the hidden alien society of Undertown from threats, both from Earth and outer space. Now, in the middle of his second semester, managing both hero time and school time has become a difficult task for Ben. A recent promotion into the role of football captain of the Madison Monsters places more responsibility than he is comfortable with. Combined with the upcoming school science fair and the recent arrival of his annoying dweeb cousin back home, Ben struggles to maintain his secret identity from both his friends and family. The presence of bounty hunters searching for the Omnitrix and the growing proliferation of alien technology among criminal gangs doesn’t help matters either.
But, no matter what, Ben definitely agrees that he would take the life of a hero over a boring life of pop quizzes and report cards.
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Armed with the powers he's on the case Fighting the evil from earth and space He'll never stop till he makes them pay Cause he's the baddest kid to ever save the day
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He’s a kid and he wants to have fun
But when you need a superhero, he gets the job done.
With a device that he wears on his arm
He can change his shape and save the world from harm.
When lives are on the line
It’s hero time!
BEN TEN
Episode 0: 10 ‘O Clock
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“ But - but, Mom! You can’t just - ”
Mom’s narrowed glare made my throat clamp up in the middle of my whining. I wanted to turn into Stinkfly, crash through the right window and fly away. I wanted to be anywhere but here right now. However, my feet were glued to the ground by fear, fear that only a parent could invoke within a child. The rain and lightning outside didn’t help calm me down. It made me feel like I was facing the final boss in a video-game. I could have handled a squadron of Forever Knights harassing Undertown or the Huns stealing from an ATM but my Mom? What would you expect me to do? Beat her up like any old bad guy? I just stayed silent while Mom continued to roast me alive with her words.
“ No buts, mister!” Mom waggled her index finger, her face lined with dissapointment“ This is for your own good, Ben! Don’t act like its first time where you’ve arrived home late. It’s been three times already. Three. Times! And you know what three means…..”
“ Three strikes and you’re out.” I finish her sentence in a grumble. She pushes open the bedroom door and I’m greeted with the sight of my bedroom. My unwashed, dirty mess of a bedroom. Before I can react, she slips into my pocket and takes out my phone in a blink of the eye. I paw for it in the air, the phone just above my head. Crud. “ Mom! I need th-”
“ Grounded means no phone privileges, Ben!” The door closed with a slam and that was the end of it. “ Stupid mom. Stupid dad. Stupid Omnitrix…..” I paced around my room in a feverish tantrum that made me sick with anger. Patrolling both Under-Town and Bellwood at the same time just wasn't viable, especially with the fact that Vulkanus was getting too big for his britches. In the last few weeks, the Detrotivian was just being a general space invader, or in other words, aggressively expanding his territory. I swore that even Charmcaster, usually cool as a cucumber, grew a few grey hairs the last couple of weeks. Eventually, my anger mellowed down into sleepiness. He looked out through the glass into the rainy streets. Drizzle coated the window, softening and blurring everything into a world without edges like one of those pre-school finger paintings.
Just as I’m about to doze off, the sharp rap of knuckles against glass catches my attention. I roll off the bed in a tangled frenzy, blanket around my shoulder, my entire world neon-green as I pull out the Omnitrix….
“ Knock knock, doofus.”
A snide voice leaked through the window, freezing my poised right arm which was ready to slam down onto the Omnitrix. Only one person could call me doofus and get away with it, aside from Gwen. I opened the window and a soaking wet Charmcaster leaped out to tackle me in a giggling bear hug.
“ Charm, what are you doing here?” I pushed her off me. Her brown satchel, shaped like a voodoo head, hung around the shoulder of a purplish coat. She brushed away her wet sliver bangs that were covering the front of her magenta-tinted eyes, still smirking.
“ First of all..." The zipper of her bag vomited out a thick book into her waiting hand, flipping open the pages and lifting a hand to cast a spell Pannosiccum.” Both of our clothes fluttered for a moment, a sudden warm breeze entering my room and fading away in the same moment. Huh. Instant clothes-dryer. That was cool. A finger-snap alerts me back to attention.
“ As for why I'm here, I was wondering why you were here. I didn’t see you at the robbery at 6th Main, so I knew something was up by the time I had them in cuffs.”
“ Well, lucky you.”
“ Let me guess." She raised a eyebrow. " The parent patrol finally caught on, didn’t they?”
“ You shouldn’t be here. If my parents catch you - “
“ Like being busted ever stopped us before, Tennyson.” Her lavender eyes danced between the window and the Omnitrix. “ So…., are you ready to go hero?”
Her crescent grin was infectious, egging me on. I look at the time. 10 PM exactly. A trio of wailing police cars zoomed down our neighborhood street. My fingers twisted the dial reflexively, room filling with emerald light.
“ I’ve been wanting to go Echo-Echo for a while……”
@The Bork Lazer fuckin love it so far. Some nice reimagining. Are the Forever Knights the United faction under Sir George, or is it one of the splintered factions under Forever King or Sir Driscoll or Sir Patrick. Just wondering as I may borrow them for a Global event at one point.
It's one of the splintered factions under Sir Whatever. The Forever Knights essentially are formed of many brotherhoods which interpret Sir George's words differently.
But when you need a superhero, he gets the job done.
With a device that he wears on his arm
He can change his shape and save the world from harm.
When lives are on the line
It’s hero time!
BEN TEN
Episode 0: 10 ‘O Clock
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“ But - but, Mom! You can’t just - ”
Mom’s narrowed glare made my throat clamp up in the middle of my whining. I wanted to turn into Stinkfly, crash through the right window and fly away. I wanted to be anywhere but here right now. However, my feet were glued to the ground by fear, fear that only a parent could invoke within a child. The rain and lightning outside didn’t help calm me down. It made me feel like I was facing the final boss in a video-game. I could have handled a squadron of Forever Knights harassing Undertown or the Huns stealing from an ATM but my Mom? What would you expect me to do? Beat her up like any old bad guy? I just stayed silent while Mom continued to roast me alive with her words.
“ No buts, mister!” Mom waggled her index finger, her face lined with dissapointment“ This is for your own good, Ben! Don’t act like its first time where you’ve arrived home late. It’s been three times already. Three. Times! And you know what three means…..”
“ Three strikes and you’re out.” I finish her sentence in a grumble. She pushes open the bedroom door and I’m greeted with the sight of my bedroom. My unwashed, dirty mess of a bedroom. Before I can react, she slips into my pocket and takes out my phone in a blink of the eye. I paw for it in the air, the phone just above my head. Crud. “ Mom! I need th-”
“ Grounded means no phone privileges, Ben!” The door closed with a slam and that was the end of it. “ Stupid mom. Stupid dad. Stupid Omnitrix…..” I paced around my room in a feverish tantrum that made me sick with anger. Patrolling both Under-Town and Bellwood at the same time just wasn't viable, especially with the fact that Vulkanus was getting too big for his britches. In the last few weeks, the Detrotivian was just being a general space invader, or in other words, aggressively expanding his territory. I swore that even Charmcaster, usually cool as a cucumber, grew a few grey hairs the last couple of weeks. Eventually, my anger mellowed down into sleepiness. He looked out through the glass into the rainy streets. Drizzle coated the window, softening and blurring everything into a world without edges like one of those pre-school finger paintings.
Just as I’m about to doze off, the sharp rap of knuckles against glass catches my attention. I roll off the bed in a tangled frenzy, blanket around my shoulder, my entire world neon-green as I pull out the Omnitrix….
“ Knock knock, doofus.”
A snide voice leaked through the window, freezing my poised right arm which was ready to slam down onto the Omnitrix. Only one person could call me doofus and get away with it, aside from Gwen. I opened the window and a soaking wet Charmcaster leaped out to tackle me in a giggling bear hug.
“ Charm, what are you doing here?” I pushed her off me. Her brown satchel, shaped like a voodoo head, hung around the shoulder of a purplish coat. She brushed away her wet sliver bangs that were covering the front of her magenta-tinted eyes, still smirking.
“ First of all..." The zipper of her bag vomited out a thick book into her waiting hand, flipping open the pages and lifting a hand to cast a spell Pannosiccum.” Both of our clothes fluttered for a moment, a sudden warm breeze entering my room and fading away in the same moment. Huh. Instant clothes-dryer. That was cool. A finger-snap alerts me back to attention.
“ As for why I'm here, I was wondering why you were here. I didn’t see you at the robbery at 6th Main, so I knew something was up by the time I had them in cuffs.”
“ Well, lucky you.”
“ Let me guess." She raised a eyebrow. " The parent patrol finally caught on, didn’t they?”
“ You shouldn’t be here. If my parents catch you - “
“ Like being busted ever stopped us before, Tennyson.” Her lavender eyes danced between the window and the Omnitrix. “ So…., are you ready to go hero?”
Her crescent grin was infectious, egging me on. A trio of wailing police cars zoomed down our neighborhood street. My fingers twisted the dial reflexively, room filling with emerald light.
“ I’ve been wanting to go Echo-Echo for a while……”
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[b][u]ROLEPLAY BUCKET LIST[/u][/b]
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- [s]Walmart Apocalypse Roleplay[/s]
- [s]Nightmare Gas Station[/s]
- Underrail/Fallout/Post Apocalyptic Roleplay. Codename: Clausterclysm
- Anthromorphic Grimdark Animal Fantasy Roleplay. Codename: Fallowbrook.
- Eldritch Abomination Garfield Roleplay. Codename: Lasagna.
- Infinite IKEA Roleplay. Codename: God Morgon
- Roleplayerguild High School RP. Codename: Highschool Roleplay
-[s] Cyberpunk South East Asia RP. Codename: Straits of Malacca. [CURRENTLY HAPPENING][/s]
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[b][u]CURRENT PROJECTS[/u][/b]
- FRAYED TAPESTRY - AN EPIC FANTASY RP (WIP)
- THE LAST DEPRESSION - A RED MARKETS QUEST/PLAY BY POST RP (UNDECIDED)
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Antlers,
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wintersoldier,
Mixtape Ghost N,
TrippyNightmare,
Charley,
Marik,
Shoopuf,
Lime,
Archazen
