Cassowarysaur

Ambition: An Amalgamated Superhero Universe

I've got to pull out due to personal life issues at the moment, don't think I can make real posts of quality right now. Sorry about that! Hope everyone else really enjoys the RP.

Ambition: An Amalgamated Superhero Universe

Working on my CS now! Excited to push the Doctor into this world, but it may take a bit to get right.

EDIT: Is there a Discord or something we can join?

Ambition: An Amalgamated Superhero Universe

I'll start writing my IC on Monday, given I'm quite preoccupied right now. But I'll probably go with a Doctor that I'm more familiar with in New Who, probably 12 right after he loses Clara, his memories, and spends a lot of time by himself - allowing some interesting ways to incorporate some of the Doctor's allies and enemies.

Ambition: An Amalgamated Superhero Universe

Sounds good @mattmanganon! It's a bit out there, but as a big fan of Dr Who I think that there's a lot of room to have fun with him interacting with the different heroes. He's fundamentally different to almost every single one's approach to solving danger and conflict; that's bound to introduce a lot of drama. And given how different this world is because of this amalgamation, the Doctor having a lasting effect throughout the period, even from the very beginning, might make sense. But I'm happy to discuss this further with you - I'll decide on which Doctor I'll be using soon.

Ambition: An Amalgamated Superhero Universe

Hey, this looks pretty interesting! Since the RPs I've been involved in have stalled out or just died, I'd like to submit an application for this one. Not sure if I can make all that incredible word art and formatting, but I can try.

Since we're picking 'superheroes' from all across fiction, what about someone who was written only a year after Spider-Man was, has saved the universe multiple times, has an iconic look and cast, and his stories have been in almost every single medium there is?

Pokemon Tamers (DEAD)

NAME: Charlie Nimr
AGE: 25
BIRTHDAY: 1st November

OCCUPATION: Professional Track Athlete

RESIDENCE:

A Small Loft Apartment

APPEARANCE:

Appearance

HISTORY:

History

Charlie's life has been relatively kind to him. Raised by second generation migrants not too far from Fulhalm, London, he developed a taste for the urban lifestyle and quickly found himself at the centre of a passionate, affable group of musically-talented friends. Charlie's mother left before his 6th birthday, hoping to remake herself in America. His father spent almost all of his time raising Charlie, perpetuating a hatred of flakey, self-indulgent individualism. So the boy grew up with a certain fetishisation of routines and a desire to craft an art, rather than do what he 'wanted.'

His persuasive ability behind a drum set didn't go unnoticed, and many of his favourite memories was spending too long at his school's only drum kit, drumming on along Chad Parker's rhythm and always falling behind. His pleasure with the kit never matched his skill, and he worked harder than even his parents were expecting to get a scholarship to a presitigous music college. By the age of 16 he spent half of his time sitting down but wanted more than anything to be the kind of person that he always saw. Someone at the back, someone where the stage lights didn't quite reach and had a dozen instruments to play at once - he fell in love with the role, but always felt that he was falling behind. Eventually, without even realising it, he pushed away his closest friends to appear 'cool' and to be the best drummer he could be. When his school - that he was about to leave at the next opportunity - offered an opportunity to play a solo, something he had never expected to be given the chance to, he jumped at it. But it would end his career entirely.

Playing in front of the governors and parents of the thousand students that attended his school, he refused to end at the allotted time and continued for a famous three minutes. When the teachers tried to take him off, he kept on playing, desperate to imitate the solos that he had seen so many times. But, by the time Nimr had finished, he opened his eyes to find that there was no applause, no standing ovation, and certainly no praise. He was escorted and told not to return to the school until the board decided to exclude him. For those days that he awaited the terrible news, his parents were furious and Charlie only found solace in returning to the friends that he rejected, only for them to do the same to him. He became disgusted with himself and ran away from home - a choice that changed his life forever.

He ran for as long as he could, getting as far away from the dingy and cramped house he could. He discovered something in himself; the speed of the air running past his sweaty hair, the thud of his shoes on the cement, and the clockwork rhythm of his footsteps. When the local police stopped him, thinking he had committed some petty crime, they drove him home against his will. By the time his parents had finished scolding, he pretended to realise his mistake; he would calm down on the drums. He would run.

His musical scholarship was rejected when Charlie skipped the interview to run around his block, and the school's only drum kit was sold to help pay for new school materials, and Charlie barely made any fuss over it. He shot through the rest of his teens, quickly finding his friends enjoyed his drum-less life much more and his father encouraging him more, as well. Charlie had his first kiss before a local race, and even though he started late, caught up to the rest of the boys. Then he became a man, his life a series of events and training sessions, escaping to the country when his generous paternal uncle, Gamal, offered to take him in. His father moved away, too, back to the Egypt that he had never seen. Gamal and Charlie hit the American track events with speed, and before long, his Uncle's mansion in Seattle felt like home. But, even with his temperament, he still looked for something more; he tried his hardest to find details on his mother, whoever she was. He has a great relationship with a woman who sees a lot in himself but not vice versa, and after joining a top-tier Washington running society, he is eligible for nomination in a nation-wide race. But, somehow, he still feels empty. He recently moved out to his own apartment, finding the luxurious living space too much for his love of the city, and has become to profit over a new contract to teach children the basis of atheletics. But he's eying a spot on the state's running team, and will do anything he can do to make his Uncle proud. So he's running.

TL;DR: Charlie used to be a drummer until his self-confidence humiliated him, where he covered it up by running and running. He used to live in London, but after his mother moved out and never spoke to him again, his wealthy uncle Gamal offered him to stay with him in Seattle, where he now lives and is on the cusp of breaking into a national track competition. A part of him misses drumming, but he believes that he has no other choice but to be an athlete, and will stop at nothing to secure his goal. Except things are more complicated now; he has a new friend.

PERSONALITY:

Diligent

Dismissive

Passionate

Fatalist

Narcissistic

POKEMON

Abra

Nickname: Pulse
Gender: Male
Ability: Inner Focus
Personality: Lax
Friendship & Affection: A mutual respect for one another, but Charlie is constantly frustrated by Pulse's sleep routine, his indecisiveness when fighting, and general apathy to his position. The two will fight together if need be, but Charlie feels like he doesn't understand nor can relate to Pulse and is dismissive of the Pokemon because of it.

History: Pulse got his name from the way he snores, and how amusing Charlie initially found it. The rhythm of Pulse's high-pitched snores were funny at first, quicker than any creauture he had seen before. Even Charlie is unaware if he named the Pokemon from the pulse he feels when running or the pulse he used when drumming. The two began in a good way, with Charlie being sure to care to Pulse's needs and hiding him away in his cupboard, as he often had visitors. Even though he now lives alone, his Uncle and his schedule meant that Pulse was constantly alone and in crampt conditions, so he did what every Abra can do: teleport. Charlie spent hours looking for Pulse, terrified at the idea of losing him, but eventually found him fighting a wild animal. Seeing the raw psychic power of the Abra changed the way Charlie saw him; less of a pet and more of raw potential. Dangerous, but excitable.

Because of that, Charlie tried to drill behaviours into Pulse, but to no avail. He would always teleport away instead of confronting his partner. The two became angry at each other's lack of understanding, as Charlie would run miles to find where Pulse had disappeared off to, even missing a preliminary session with his Uncle about applying for a national team. When he was given the chance to take the vial to remove all the issue of Pulse in his life, he was very tempted; he was halfway to opening it, until Pulse teleported in front of him. At that moment, Charlie saw himself - afraid and confused. He resolved to never touch it again, meeting and joining with the PUNC to work and train with Pulse. While the two are not the best of friends, they are in some ways roommates - sometimes Pulse might even be as kind to teleport into his bathroom to have a shower, without so much as a whimper or call. The only problem is that Charlie is often using the toilet at the same time.

Moves Used:

Teleport
Snore
Psycho Shift

My Hero Academia: Chaos Age | Open

Thought I'd slap down my character into the OOC chat for a bit more visibility; I've reworked the quirk a bit, and there's additional information in a PM I sent to the GMs, so if it's still not right then I'll be happy to change it.

Maksim Maciej Poer

MAKSIM MACIEJ POER

The Bloodragon

"I don't want to be just ... a hero. I want to be someone else. Is that too much?"

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Name
Maksim Maciej Poer

Gender
Male

AGE
15 - 8th November

NATIONALITY
Romanian

APPEARANCE
5''3
119 pounds
Wears black clothes that don't go well with his pale complexion, and has a red bracelet that he likes to wear, given to him by his older brother.

PERSONALITY
Maksim rarely does anything with his full soul. He lives between present moments to get by. His life has been a series of half-assed attempts to live above average, but he's only good at being above average in his inability of seeing things through. His focus on mistakes and the negative has led him down many of the wrong paths in his short life - he never knew anyone that was positive about him, either.

His demeanour could be seen as offensive, but he means little harm to anyone - but his lack of self-belief and inability to trust himself can be worrisome. He isn't the kind to stutter and sweat from unease, but to remain steadfast in his decision to remove himself from responsibility. He's not used to being allowed to speak. He has no knowledge of persuasion or a good conversation. But he makes up for all of his weaknesses with high expectations, for both himself and the others around him, and gullibility that everyone is always doing their best.

HISTORY

HISTORY

Maksim is a farm child from eastern Europe, but apart from his rather telling first name, there is little that gives that away. He was given the surname of his French father, who emigrated to a small Romanian town to settle down with a sweetheart he met in his days truck driving across Europe. But his parents knew about his quirk since a young age - the screams of a toddler like pushed Maksim's father further and further away. He spent so long away from home, and he was barely picked up as a baby. An accident of his birth, where his mother refused to go to a hospital for her fear of the city and the kinds of people that lived there, resulted in a stunted and paralysed left arm.

In fact, Maksim's parents were rather proud of their ancestry, and this often got them unwanted attention from a rather zealous neighbourhood. Things rapidly went downhill for the family, when his father's company nosedived due to the political instability caused by the rise of quirks. He returned home to a Maskim that had little qualities of his abrasive, confident father; a fact that made both of them uncomfortable, even if they didn't talk much about it.

His father and mother began drifting apart, one wanting reform and the other an uncompromising solidarity in regards to the quirk that Maksim was never told about. They clashed and began to despise each other, with Maxim being caught in the middle. He became ammunition for each side, often involved in arguments and disputes. Usually, when he ran away, he was always dragged back. He stopped trying to run away altogether. His only friend was another child, Natasha, who lived in a convenience store along the main road through the town. He felt a love for her that he had reserved for nothing else; she gave him hope. He acquired the skill of choir singing, especially with a high-pitched voice and passive character, he fell in line with the other boys in the Church.

At school, a particular bully was getting the better of him. Alin, one of the few boys in Maksim's school to acquire a quirk, had the peculiar ability to sense fear in a person's heart and freezing them if it was present. It only worked on the other kids, and what started as a joke became far more sinister. His posse used to pick on the smaller kids, including himself, freezing them and taking advantage of their defenselessness. Once again, Maksim's body wouldn't move. On one day, such alike the norm but somehow different, another boy intervened. He defended Maksim when nobody else would. Alin's quirk failed to work, but they attacked him anyway. Maksim wanted to help him but instead became the next victim. They were more vicious this time. They had something to prove. In the flurry of attacks, he bit down on his tongue by accident. Inside, the blood spewed out, and he tasted his own blood for the first time he could remember.

It was completely tasteless. Like water, but less nutritious. He felt brave. Mehmet's quirk no longer worked on him. He was no longer afraid.

When Maksim shouted, he felt like his voice shattered the world. A great gust of wind knocked back the boys, scaring them from picking on Maksim ever again. But the school was terrified by the idea of a child having such a violent quirk, while Alin's had been tolerated as unprovable, and he was excluded. Natasha moved away from the chaos that followed. He was alone.

His mother, the winner of his custody, was originally appalled by the idea of her son doing anything with his quirk, and Maksim realised he was treated the same way as his father. He felt alienated in his own house, deciding that he didn't need to be a hero. He wasn't brave, he wasn't intelligent, and didn't respect himself enough to improve his ways. He walked without moving for the rest of his childhood. One moment changed it all, on his way home from school. A small-time villain ran into him and didn't want any witnesses. The criminal was quirkless, but he still had a knife. Once again, Maksim froze. Then a man saved his life.

Like a dragon from the sky, he soared down and apprehended him. The criminal still had another knife under his jacket; Maksim knew this, but couldn't open his mouth. The street was set alight. The boy stood there, too afraid to help or run away, the world burning around him. His brother saved the day, looking down on Maksim like a stranger. It should have been a moment of reunion, but Maksim was less than happy to see someone do so well with his quirk, while he had done nothing with his.

After that day, Maksim felt what pain was like. The pain of doing nothing. But his brother showed him what he could become. He was going to protect everyone that needed protecting, quirkless or not, with whatever power he had. Disobeying his mother, avenging his brother, he set off to become a hero.

His brother revealed to him that he was a bastard of his father, a reason for their split, and had quickly become a vigilante to deal with the rise of crime occurring around the world. Alex Poer travelled to Romania to find his long-lost half-brother, eager to introduce him to the world of quirks and heroes. He had connections to other heroes around the world, and for once in his life Maksim had a truly good role model who wanted the best for him. His older brother, Alex Poer, had never been to U.A. but knew the people that could get him there. With his own income, and the backing of Alex's mother, a Japanese journalist, they moved. Maksim got a grasp of how his powers worked, and while his brother's work as a vigilante was not lawful, he was nonetheless admired by Maksim. The future was about to begin. Maksim was timid, but nonetheless excited.

QUIRK

Maksim's power is called 'Sangepower' and is a painful process to activate. Its true power is found in his 'fangs', his incisors that are just a bit larger than normal. They possess a special chemical that when in contact with his blood, increase the strength of the bleeding area by TWO. This usually involves him biting his own skin - it also has the effect of making the part of the body bleed heavily, and become paler - an experience that Maksim does not enjoy. He is only proficient with his tongue, able to bite down on it and allowing his voice to be projected for miles, as well as damage the ears of those within a few metres. [Additional information in a PM]

OTHERS

Likes:
The countryside
Old buildings
Music, especially opera
Values and virtues
Reallylikes Garlic

Dislikes:
Violence
Bodily contact
Cramped places
Hot drinks

Fears:
Leaving a person or place
Cities
Being a freak

NOTES:
While he currently is studying Japanese, his knowledge of the language is sub-par. He is, however, fluent in Romanian and can understand French, as both were taught in his school. He has an allergy to nuts.

Pokemon Tamers (DEAD)

NAME: Charlie Nimr
AGE: 25
BIRTHDAY: 1st November

OCCUPATION: Professional Track Athlete

RESIDENCE:

A Small Loft Apartment

APPEARANCE:

Appearance

HISTORY:

History

Charlie's life has been relatively kind to him. Raised by second generation migrants not too far from Fulhalm, London, he developed a taste for the urban lifestyle and quickly found himself at the centre of a passionate, affable group of musically-talented friends. Charlie's mother left before his 6th birthday, hoping to remake herself in America. His father spent almost all of his time raising Charlie, perpetuating a hatred of flakey, self-indulgent individualism. So the boy grew up with a certain fetishisation of routines and a desire to craft an art, rather than do what he 'wanted.'

His persuasive ability behind a drum set didn't go unnoticed, and many of his favourite memories was spending too long at his school's only drum kit, drumming on along Chad Parker's rhythm and always falling behind. His pleasure with the kit never matched his skill, and he worked harder than even his parents were expecting to get a scholarship to a presitigous music college. By the age of 16 he spent half of his time sitting down but wanted more than anything to be the kind of person that he always saw. Someone at the back, someone where the stage lights didn't quite reach and had a dozen instruments to play at once - he fell in love with the role, but always felt that he was falling behind. Eventually, without even realising it, he pushed away his closest friends to appear 'cool' and to be the best drummer he could be. When his school - that he was about to leave at the next opportunity - offered an opportunity to play a solo, something he had never expected to be given the chance to, he jumped at it. But it would end his career entirely.

Playing in front of the governors and parents of the thousand students that attended his school, he refused to end at the allotted time and continued for a famous three minutes. When the teachers tried to take him off, he kept on playing, desperate to imitate the solos that he had seen so many times. But, by the time Nimr had finished, he opened his eyes to find that there was no applause, no standing ovation, and certainly no praise. He was escorted and told not to return to the school until the board decided to exclude him. For those days that he awaited the terrible news, his parents were furious and Charlie only found solace in returning to the friends that he rejected, only for them to do the same to him. He became disgusted with himself and ran away from home - a choice that changed his life forever.

He ran for as long as he could, getting as far away from the dingy and cramped house he could. He discovered something in himself; the speed of the air running past his sweaty hair, the thud of his shoes on the cement, and the clockwork rhythm of his footsteps. When the local police stopped him, thinking he had committed some petty crime, they drove him home against his will. By the time his parents had finished scolding, he pretended to realise his mistake; he would calm down on the drums. He would run.

His musical scholarship was rejected when Charlie skipped the interview to run around his block, and the school's only drum kit was sold to help pay for new school materials, and Charlie barely made any fuss over it. He shot through the rest of his teens, quickly finding his friends enjoyed his drum-less life much more and his father encouraging him more, as well. Charlie had his first kiss before a local race, and even though he started late, caught up to the rest of the boys. Then he became a man, his life a series of events and training sessions, escaping to the country when his generous paternal uncle, Gamal, offered to take him in. His father moved away, too, back to the Egypt that he had never seen. Gamal and Charlie hit the American track events with speed, and before long, his Uncle's mansion in Seattle felt like home. But, even with his temperament, he still looked for something more; he tried his hardest to find details on his mother, whoever she was. He has a great relationship with a woman who sees a lot in himself but not vice versa, and after joining a top-tier Washington running society, he is eligible for nomination in a nation-wide race. But, somehow, he still feels empty. He recently moved out to his own apartment, finding the luxurious living space too much for his love of the city, and has become to profit over a new contract to teach children the basis of atheletics. But he's eying a spot on the state's running team, and will do anything he can do to make his Uncle proud. So he's running.

TL;DR: Charlie used to be a drummer until his self-confidence humiliated him, where he covered it up by running and running. He used to live in London, but after his mother moved out and never spoke to him again, his wealthy uncle Gamal offered him to stay with him in Seattle, where he now lives and is on the cusp of breaking into a national track competition. A part of him misses drumming, but he believes that he has no other choice but to be an athlete, and will stop at nothing to secure his goal. Except things are more complicated now; he has a new friend.

PERSONALITY:

Diligent

Dismissive

Passionate

Fatalist

Narcissistic

POKEMON

Abra

Nickname: Pulse
Gender: Male
Ability: Inner Focus
Personality: Lax
Friendship & Affection: A mutual respect for one another, but Charlie is constantly frustrated by Pulse's sleep routine, his indecisiveness when fighting, and general apathy to his position. The two will fight together if need be, but Charlie feels like he doesn't understand nor can relate to Pulse and is dismissive of the Pokemon because of it.

History: Pulse got his name from the way he snores, and how amusing Charlie initially found it. The rhythm of Pulse's high-pitched snores were funny at first, quicker than any creauture he had seen before. Even Charlie is unaware if he named the Pokemon from the pulse he feels when running or the pulse he used when drumming. The two began in a good way, with Charlie being sure to care to Pulse's needs and hiding him away in his cupboard, as he often had visitors. Even though he now lives alone, his Uncle and his schedule meant that Pulse was constantly alone and in crampt conditions, so he did what every Abra can do: teleport. Charlie spent hours looking for Pulse, terrified at the idea of losing him, but eventually found him fighting a wild animal. Seeing the raw psychic power of the Abra changed the way Charlie saw him; less of a pet and more of raw potential. Dangerous, but excitable.

Because of that, Charlie tried to drill behaviours into Pulse, but to no avail. He would always teleport away instead of confronting his partner. The two became angry at each other's lack of understanding, as Charlie would run miles to find where Pulse had disappeared off to, even missing a preliminary session with his Uncle about applying for a national team. When he was given the chance to take the vial to remove all the issue of Pulse in his life, he was very tempted; he was halfway to opening it, until Pulse teleported in front of him. At that moment, Charlie saw himself - afraid and confused. He resolved to never touch it again, meeting and joining with the PUNC to work and train with Pulse. While the two are not the best of friends, they are in some ways roommates - sometimes Pulse might even be as kind to teleport into his bathroom to have a shower, without so much as a whimper or call. The only problem is that Charlie is often using the toilet at the same time.

Moves Used:

Teleport
Snore
Psycho Shift

Thanks for reading! Just wondering, is it alright if I throw in those TM moves/egg moves with the Abra, given that the only move an Abra can learn is teleport?

Pokemon Tamers (DEAD)

Seems like a fun roleplay, combining two of my favourite series! I'll have a character sheet up soon.

[RoE]Shin Seiki Evangelion : א -The Remix of Evangelion (Dead RP)(18+)

YESHUA HOROWITZ

Yeshua had been staring for far too long, and he was very aware of that fact. Everyone else had moved on, and he was alo--

But his overwhelming fear of taking a step was suddenly overridden with confusion, as a mass of purple, black and red dashed over to him and lifted him with no ease. He was like a feather in the breeze, except the breeze was . . . awfully tight and had him questioning whether he wanted to be let go. To be honest, it wasn't the introduction Yeshua wanted. The Angel wasn't his focus anymore - those UN fighters had pulled away, probably because the target was destroyed. He was free. That loneliness was erased, only Ms. Katastrophe holding him tightly. What a feeling; he would savour --

Not this time, either. What once grabbed him threw him like a parcel of goods that fragility meant little, and he landed straight on an angry boy, much larger than he. Taro seemed perturbed by his abrupt entry, as if they weren't actually going to be working together to save the world. And the boy beside him was even more so caught in a tantrum.

God, what a bunch of a freakazoids, Yeshua thought.

His immediate movement from on top of Taro must have been welcome, but less welcome were the introduction of cruciform explosions behind them. The Angel was still alive, and practically unhurt. They had to start moving, now. But he wasn't driving; the people at the front were in control now. Yeshua had started to doubt his usefulness, as the two boys became enraged. All he could do is be driven. His job - to save the Earth - was in jeopardy.

Hopefully he won't be sacked.