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CETA'S STAMP OF APPROVALNESS


◼ BEST CHARACTER CONCEPT
  • @Bounce with Toy Boy
    • This is such a great and fun out of the box take on this character, and I've seen a lot of weird Robins. This one just seems very fresh and well in character isn't the word, but it's thematic, it really works well in the DC Universe, but also it just fits with whats going on here in our own little universe!

◼ BEST CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT
  • @Star Lord and Wonder Woman
    • Difficult one to narrow down, but I feel like Diana has been steadily evolving both as a person and as a hero. There's a lot of past that's been drudged up that she's supposed to just deal with now, so I expect her growth is still underway. I'm really hoping to see her solidify as a leader either in or after the coming Crisis.

◼ BEST STORY ARC
  • @Bounce with Billy Batson
    • Hands down my favorite story to follow, it's got space battles and alien pals and it's got history that ties him in to Earth. Billy's personality and dynamic with everyone is just really good and appreciable!

◼ BEST ANTAGONIST
  • @Inkarnate with Lex Luthor
    • Ah! I recall being major satisfied reading that Prodigal Son post, because yes! Exactly perfect execution of everything Lex is that so many skimp out on just to make him appear slimy and villainous. His charisma and character are way more than that and you really just capture that and harvest it for your own nefarious deeds and I'm living for it!

◼ BEST SUPPORTING CAST
  • @Lord Wraith with Bruce Wayne
    • Do I even need to say why? Watching the discord roasting the old bat is reason enough tbh.

◼ BEST WORLD BUILDING
  • @Natty with Illyana and honorable mentions to @Hexaflexagon with Zatanna and [@Saint Maxx] with Fate
    • Them girls go to work, the whole supernatural underground is weird to me, I don't know much about it, but I feel like there's a lot that goes into these posts as the girls navigate that weirdness with a sense that it's all normal. All three have different feels and styles and individually and all together I think they do a lot of good interaction with the world.

◼ BEST CROSSOVER
  • @DocTachyon and [@Saint Maxx] with the X-Men and Spiderman
    • First of all, Spiderman is so much fun here, and the commentary among the X-Men is fantastic. The good dialogue and the awkward Spidey mesh really well together!

◼ THE ABSOLUTE BREAKOUT CHARACTER
  • @Hillan with Flash
    • To be honest, reluctant heroes interest me, but not villains pretending to be heroes. I didn't expect to find these posts as fun as I did, but there's definitely a laugh to be had about Thawne and all the trouble he's got himself in.

◼ THE ABSOLUTE MVP
  • @webboysurf with special shout out to @Retired
    • Both players are super helpful and conversational, I feel like every good RP needs a positive dialogue between players to be successful, and webby really brings that, while Ret offers our group personalized reviews and advice to improve our writing which is really unique and rare, and neither of them are overbearing with including people but instead just kinda put themselves out there for the group to interact with.
T H E T E E N L E G I O N

V A L O R - | - | - K I D Q - | - | - C A M O - | - | - T W O L F

Mon-El uDaksam - | - | - Jazmin Cullen - | - | - Reep Daggle - | - | - Brin Londo


Location: Amnesia, Jump City - Present Day
Familiar #1.07: Bellum

Interaction(s): None

Q was first to take center stage, starting off their briefing with ease she shouldn't really have considering none of them had any experience. "Right, so here's what we're up against." The large screen behind the bar they usually used to cycle through news, sports, and various music channels for their patrons was instead showing a hastily put together profile on a criminal dubbed as Lazon by Jump City's ET community. He was a suspected Infernian, maybe a Regulosian, some kind of hot-tempered species that could shoot some truly scorching heat rays. Mon-El was quietly hoping it wasn't a Daxamite, Worm's observation that he should be developing his own heat vision soon was... well, he wasn't thinking about it.

"The Denuvian- gosh, what was her name? Leerajishishi or something." Q's face scrunched up as she tried to make her lips form the words, but tripped over the sounds and gave up. So much for first to center stage, she took charge for what? all of five seconds? She sighed and looked to Mon-El expectantly.

Unfortunately for her, he had no idea what she wanted him to do about it. "What? Am I supposed to know her name? You're the one who talked to her." He looked to the others for support, but was met with one set of crossed arms and a raised eyebrow. Mon-El was certain Reep was using his shapeshifting powers to make said raised eyebrow look more sarcastic than usual. Stupid Durlans, did they even have eyebrows under that facade? He couldn't remember.

Brin uncrossed his arms and stood from his stool, bracing himself on the bar and grinning with faint amusement. "Aldebaran Rum? Zakkarian Ale? 'Those sprocking Xudarians?' You knew every race and homeworld of everyone who came in just off the top of your head. Face it Mon-El, out of the three of us, you're the most knowledgeable about the galaxy." Which... was a fair point. At least they hadn't caught on to his factoids equaling royal status, not everyone on Daxam was so well educated and this planet didn't even have monarchies! Probably. He's fairly sure he overhead Q complaining about some revolution or other where a bunch of monarchists were decapitated. That was some morbid history these humans taught in public schools. Also, why did they all have the name Lewis? Or was it Lois? Louise. Lisa. Llama- no that definitely wasn't -

Anyway; "It's galaxies, shows what you know you primitive peasants." He said, straightening his back and looking down his nose haughtily, prompting Q to begin snort-giggling and Brin to huff with exasperation. Now he just had to remember, what did he know about Denuvians? Religious psychopaths whose faith kept them pre-industrial and useless. Anything about their language? Nope. "Eh, just call her Lee - now back to the point; what'd she say about our guy?"

The group rolled their eyes but Q resumed her spiel; "Right, so Lee told us she saw him ambush some cops in an alley and blew up their car. My guess? They had some evidence or something with them he couldn't let them get away with." She swiped her phone, causing the image on the screen above the bar to change as well; "Which brings us to this; burn victims by the suspender - not Bay Bridge, the other one." The picture was pretty gruesome, smoldering craters and blood stains in the soggy gravel beneath the bridge, and chunks of burnt material that Mon-El couldn't identify strewn on the riverside."To me it looks like an accident; so messy there's no way he planned to attack them, but then he went on to attack the police car, aaaaand..."

Brin took over, slipping her phone from her hand and swiping a few times until the big screen showed a dark and hazy video illuminated only by bright streaks of firelight carving a message into the side of a large rusted warehouse. "And to this. The damage wasn't reported to the police as far as we know, but this video was taken by Fen two days ago."

The message itself was loud and clear; YOU WILL BURN Mon-El wasn't sure who that was for exactly, but as a rule threatening to burn people was pretty incriminating.

"Okay." He said, thinking carefully. "You put his height and shoe size in profile, where'd that come from?"

All eyes turned to Reep, who shrugged. "JCPD." He answered blithely, blatantly hiding a smug smile and trying to seem casual. "Walked right in and downloaded their file."

Mon-El snickered. 'You smug shape-shifting bastard.' He thought to himself fondly. Of course the Jump City police would have a file, they should probably figure out a way in to that place that wouldn't put Reep in any awkward situations though, too risky. "Nice work. Anyone have anything else?" At this point Mon-El felt pretty pleased with their team, sure there was a ton of information that could help that they didn't know how to get, but he'd half expected they'd all want to go in blind and end up facing a total unknown.

"I do," Reep spoke, pulling his own phone - Mon-El really needed to get one of those - and taking over the connection to the big screen from Q's. "The guys he put in the hospital? All have tattoos with the same symbol, and - get this - it also matches graffiti at the warehouse. Anyone recognize it?"



A stylized horned creature, probably local, but other than that Mon-El was at a loss. He shrugged; if it was alien it wasn't any group he knew.

Eyes turned to Q, who was obviously thinking hard. "I dunno guys, it's some kind of taurus maybe, but I don't know any gangs that use it. Maybe they're new?"

"New and antagonizing this guy Lazon," Reep observed, "They aren't on the JCPD's radar yet though, so maybe they aren't the bad guys?"

Mon-El picked up the conversation before it could fall into a thoughtful silence, unconsciously taking the lead. "So we confront Lazon and take him down before he can hurt anyone. Then we get him to tell us what's going on with the taurus people, we need more information." He frowned, crossing his arms; "But then what? The police can't hold him, and it's not like we've got our own private alien prison or anything."

Q, in all her earthly knowledge, had a solution. "Er, well inhibitors are a thing. Hasn't been a need to stock local police with them, but they exist. Think you could build one Reep?"

Reep picked up his phone and started typing, soon the screen was filled with blueprints of some kind of collar. "Mmm, yes. I can do that. We have the materials, and calibrating against internal-external combustion wouldn't be hard. Some kind of dampener, a sinker vent, yeah. It'll be a bit clunky, mostly hardware, but I can do it." He grinned cheerfully, clearly happy to be useful. Not that the resident big brain was ever going to not be useful.

"We have the basement too. I don't trust human officers with alien lives, even criminal ones. I could install a few cells until we figure something out." Brin, ever pragmatic and resourceful, and always pointing out the grim little truths Mon-El always forgot about. Damn stingey humans, you're not alone in the universe, get over it already.

"What? No! That was going to be our secret hideout! Filled with secret alien gadgets and fancy displays for our supersuits!" And really what could you say to such a well made argument like that? The group looked at her with bemusement for a solid thirty seconds before pretending she hadn't spoken at all. They didn't even have supersuits, just a handful of Daxamite crash gear and a few UP envoy cloaks Reep was converting into capes.

"Okay; Brin, holding cell, Reep, inhibitor collar. Q and I will find Lazon and bring him in, but then we find a way to ditch this guy. We aren't playing warden for a bunch of creeps."
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Who's?


@Korkoa turnip!! do thing!!
Real nice Magik post I’m liking the feel of that theme
@Weird Tales we’re just waiting on one more char sheet
Saw that juicy dramatique electrokinetic in the inspiration channel on the discord and had to do some quick revamping and rephrasing :P The powers are now slightly renamed and edited to be a bit less specific, but not nearly as broad as our energy vampire lmao



@Ceta de Cloyes, I love Amnesia, it's got a good feel. Might stop in for a drink after work.


ayyyyyy come on down and get smashed on some aldebaran rum! :P
V A L O R

M O N - E L , M I K E M A T H E W S




Location: Amnesia, Jump City - Present Day
Familiar #1.06: Formula

Interaction(s): None

The bright glimmer of Rao's light, the hum of a humidifier. "Wake up Mon-El, your lessons are due today." Holograms, keypads, crystal encoders and math equations.

An insistent metallic ringing, and star shadows on the floor. "Wake up Mon-El, the reveille is sounding." Footsteps in sync, dark shapes, reaching hands, copper in the air.

Laughter, tender touches, secret lamplight whispers. "Wake up Mon-El, your mother is coming." Running, climbing, falling - she is no one, do not touch her!

Masks in white, a secret sign in cold metal, the manipulations unheard, and the treason unseen. "Wake up Mon-El, the sky is falling and the world is burning." Sinister green shards, dust clouding and choking, a light has vanished in the dark.

A soft touch, labored breathing, fear twisting in knots. "Wake up Mon-El, you are dreaming. Tubes and tentacles, a beating golden heart.

Mon-El shot up, scooting away from Reep's concerned gaze and tumbling off the other side of the cot. "Holy fucking sprock!" As reality crashed down his sight returned to normal. He could no longer see the alien beneath the facade, instead he focused on a daxa- no, a human face, freckled with dark curly hair. Reese. Reep - whatever, same thing.

"Uh, you okay there Mon-El?" Reese asked unsurely, peering over the side of the cot where Mon-El lay with a stricken expression, breathing hard. He very obviously wasn't okay.

"Yeah," he said, voice strangled even to his own ears. "Just- uh, just a dream."

Reese made a considering noise, "Mm, yeah, I could tell. Your mom sounds like a bitch." An observation, that quite effectively rendered Mon-El silent, quickly gaining control of his breathing when he held his breath and gave Reese a startled look. "What? You talk in your sleep." Rolling his eyes carelessly, Reese threw a shirt at him. "Come on, get up! It's opening day!"

Oh. Right.

With a sigh Mon-El took the shirt and headed towards the washroom. Today he needed to look his best, but he also needed to be on time or Q would kill him.

"Oh, Worm, I've got x-ray vision, mark that off. Ugh, I did not need to be that intimately acquainted with Durlan anatomy." He withheld a shudder, thinking of the squishy organs Reese hid under his skin.

Oddly, Worm's response was sarcastic; "Of course, my prince, whatever you say."

Scrunching up his brow in confusion as he flipped the shower handle on, "What is that supposed to mean?" He was less surprised and more annoyed when the AI ignored him. "Worm? What does that mean?!"

-_-_-_-


If only his parents could see him now; the Crown Prince of Mighty Daxam, working as a bartender in a grungy illegal alien pub... and honestly? He'd never been happier.

As it turns out, Brin was more than just a little well connected, he knew over a dozen aliens just in Jump City, and he'd managed to convince all of them to turn up for opening night. Even the Karnan woman Fen and her daughter Laura, who was underage and wouldn't be drinking, had come, unable to miss what promised to be the start of something important to all of them. Mon-El never got tired of the looks of awed relief when someone entered through the door and didn't earn a second glance for their inhuman appearance, nor their excited joy at asking for a drink from their homeworld and actually getting it.

He'd been away from Daxam barely two weeks and he already missed listening to his people's music and speaking their language, he couldn't imagine how homesick he'd be if he had to go that long without a single swig of zakkarian ale!

"She's doing it again." Mon-El cheerfully informed Brin as he came around the counter with a tray full of empty drinks. The two of them glanced over at the far table where Q sat with a trio of blue aliens, notepad in hand and speedily jotting down notes as they spoke.

Since opening Q had been simplemindedly focused on scoping out the sort of danger and discrimination their new patrons faced, and Mon-El couldn't lie; the more he heard, the more convinced he became that Q's argument was just. Between the four of them they all had unique powers they could easily use to crack down on crime and stop others from getting hurt, and the aliens of Jump City needed that protection desperately.

"She's won you over hasn't she?" Brin asked, sounding simultaneously amused and resigned. Mon-El only shrugged. With a sigh, Brin nodded. "Well I guess that's it then. Better get some spandex Valor, you're going to need it."

Mon-El rolled his eyes, catching Brin give Q a subtle nod out of the corner of his eye. he looked just in time to catch the blinding smile she sent his way, determined glint in her eye. Bartender, vigilante, alien, prince... his life was getting more complicated by the day.

At least Amnesia had turned out nice.
Well, this critique stuff is new and exciting! I’m slightly too terrified to ask for a review of my own though lmao
That Captain America Wonder Woman crossover is j u i c y and I am living for it :D
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