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Black Star: Steampunk Fantasy Space Piracy

@Gunther Hey thanks! What other aps/sites could I use, im not really on imgur or any social media at all? I suppose I could make an imgur just for this purpose.

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Lake Boulevard- Los Angeles- California

@Shard[@Prosiac]

While the bank was becoming a melting pot of danger and a cornucopia of character, the last few minutes had shown a noticeable shift in the day of Albert and Nello, or perhaps more accurately now, Faultline and Midnight.

Faultline was sent rolling across the asphalt, bright yellow arched around him creating a protective barrier. The road cracked and fractured under him, he didn't feel much of what someone could call pain from it, but he definitely felt that one. He pushed himself up from the ground, astounded once again by the crowd that was sitting there, watching, and recording on their phones. In the comics people always ran screaming and it made the heroes job so much simpler... why couldn't they do that at least once in a blue moon.

He stood fully rolling his shoulders and rotating his neck a few times, turning to see his opponent. He couldn't wait to see what the media would call these two. In front of him was a tower 10'2" Alligator man that looked like he had been preparing for the World Weightlifting Championship.

"Now now, this is so much easia then I was thinkin' it 'ould be."

The hero had to roll his eyes, this happened EVERY TIME a new villain showed up. He had to see just how tough they were, if he hit them to hard he'd leave much more of a mess than he wanted to. So most of the time until he figured out how hard he could punch the first few came up soft and he normally was sent flying, then the speech at how much weaker he was than they thought.

He really hoped Nello was doing better than him...

A few streets over

The aforementioned side kick was locked in combat against a similar foe, smaller, this one only standing at about 5'6", and was far leaner built, but the Alligator man was inhumanely agile. He barely spent time on the ground, ever time a foot landed he lept again, moving around the young hero before diving in for a quick strike, their fight had drug on from its initial spot till it was here now, in front of Cafe Belle Vie.

"He he, little bitty Knight ain' got da snuff ta fight, swingin' round ya little stick."

Fire Emblem: Lost Song

No problem, I think everyone has been pretty much.

Black Star: Steampunk Fantasy Space Piracy

BIG PICTURE

Name: Obsen Craine

Species: Goblin

Faction: Pirates

Synopsis of Character: A man of simple wants, a warm bed, a meal and a nice bottle to put him to sleep at night. Enjoys a good time with others and being heard, however his mistrust of others often keeps him from small personal engagements with others. He would prefer to be in the center of a mob, or observing from the side lines, no where in between. Patient with situations, impatient with people.

Synopsis of Role: Obsen, is old for a Goblin, he's walked many paths and worked many jobs. As a laborer, trader, demolitions 'expert' and even had a successful stint as a Quarter Master before that ship went crashing into the broad side of a meteor shower. He does what he's told to do, where it needs to be done when it needs to be done. But he works best slitting throats and working with explosives, and a shrewd negotiator. He sends off most of his earnings to an unknown recipient, whom he does not like to talk to, he just says he's paying back a debt and leaves it at that.

Relation to Ship/Crew: Boarding Crew, Assassin, bombardier and self appointed 'crew motivator' which largely consists of yelling, shin biting and hair pulling.

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I don't know why the pictures I like are always so big seriously.

Name: Camie, just Camie

Species: Human

Faction: Pirates- slave

Synopsis of Character: If described by Obsen: She's my slave, like a flower, you can look, but don't go touching my garden without permission. She is a nervous and reserved young woman who prefers to keep to herself and Obsen whenever she can, enjoys star gazing and being upon a ship, hates when she has to put a foot on 'solid' ground. Very much non-combative and non-confrontational.

Synopsis of Role: She is Obsen's slave, he uses her largely for tasks he can't do, whether because of his very short stature, and that fact he is getting old and sometimes he just can't do everything he use to. This includes his job to a point, thus she is quick capable with a blade and explosives. However she has a very good reputation as obedient. There are rumors a many as to how she came to be Obsen's slave and why she has never tried to escape, but she says "I'm not supposed to reveal that, Master's orders." and Obsen will tell you to shove your curiosity somewhere.... creative.

Relation to Ship/Crew: Example: Cleans for Obsen and wherever she is told, cooks for whoever she is told to cook for, kills when she is told and does most anything as a slave should, to a point. Obsen has a few rules about the use of his Slave, you have to talk to him first for some things.

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@Shard

Liberty Highschool- Los Angeles- California

Albert say the boy approaching as he left the front doors and crossed the threshold of the school's gate. He smiled and hit reached over, physically pulling the lock on the door, rather pointless as the top was down and Nello could have easily hopped over the top, but it was more out of habit than anything.

"Well Kid, you've certainly looked happier in the past, other half giving you problems or life in general got you down?"

Nello was one of the youngsters he'd met that he worried about more so than the others. The Kid was powerful, plain and simple, on top of that he had what Albert would label as a 'negative influence' literally walking in his shadow, and he understood the risk of someone young and impressionable being used, specially in this day and age. So when he first met the boy he had been an obvious.. he did not want to say target, but he felt it necessary to get the boy help, support and understanding. It was later obvious that the boy needed more, well, the being inside him definitely needed to be used. So his options were let the kid run around on his own, or take him directly under his own wing.

His choice was obvious. And Nello had taken to it well, and possibly more importantly, while he couldn't be for sure Nocturne seemed at least satisfied.

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Ignacio Talpa Sorcerer Supreme

Name: Ignacio Talpa

Super Hero/Villain Identity: The Sorcerer Supreme of Earth

Age: 557

Nationality: Spanish

Ethnicity: Spanish

Location: Granada, Spain.

Appearance: Face sake: Antonio Banderas



Personality: The past few centuries have seen Ignacio’s view points and opinions change many times, however the countless and often extraordinary circumstances in his life has shaped a man that is surprised by little and impressed by even less, his general plan for a situation is ‘come with a vague idea of what to do, and respond from there’ then on the second engagement with the same problem. ‘Come with a perfect plan A, and also plans B through Z.’ Because while it never hurts to be prepared he understands that if you ever come having planned to thoroughly for one thing, its not hard to be thrown for a loop and have everything fall apart at the first speed bump. He has many failures, and countless lives of others lost as the painful price of learning this lesson.

Having been raised during the late 1400’s, and not being able to read or write until he met Karv, his world was once tiny, only what the Church allowed the people to see, think and feel, once he began his training his mind was opened to the endless possibilities of the world and has since had an insatiable curiosity, it drives him to never stop his studies, leaves him open to always hearing out a new idea or theory however this has led to some close calls with the fabric of reality on more than one occasion. And has caused him to be a bit… to lenient with certain groups that exist today simply out of his want to see where things go. On top of his thirst for knowledge almost as a rejection of the way he was raised he is an incredibly open minded person, so long as you are not hurting another he doesn’t care what your beliefs or personal opinions on just about anything are, each person’s unique point of view is helpful in some way, even if it is only pointing out that someone probably shouldn’t be relied upon or listened to.

He is a patient man, he has felt that giving people the space to do as they please within reason is the best way to avoid conflicts, and its true in the 500 or so years that he has held his position rogue mages, maniacal sorcerers, world ending cults, near apocalypses, all of these things are at an all time low. However, while his fuse is long, the boom is big. When your cross the line with him there is really no going back, his trust is almost impossible to earn back and his solutions to ‘repeatedly problematic’ things tend to be EXTREMELY permanent in nature.

While very much a gentleman and a kind person, Ignacio is incredibly distance with those who have ‘mortal’ lifespans, this is a behavior pattern that has formed in the last 150 years or so, having seen enough people he cares about age and die, it hasn’t broken him, but made him subconsciously hesitant to form lasting and deep relationships with those who have limited life spans. He can often come off as cold or uninterested because of this.

Backstory/Origin: He remembers it well, the war to drive the Moors from his homeland of Spain. The bloody battles between the Christian forces of Europe and the Moors who had held the land of Spain for so long, refreshed by reinforcements from North Africa. At the time he was just man, however he would not remain so.
All his life he can remember extraordinary events that surrounded him. Small occurrences he couldn’t explain, during battle these only happened more often, a strong wind seeming to destabilize his opponent, some how seeing the proper path to take while scouting to avoiding the enemy. Often times he could swear he heard voices or say fantastic things, creatures in the night, he attributed to fear and anxiety. He can remember the day he met Karv, an old man that came from a land far to the north, a man who saved his life:
The battle was supposed to be easy, they outnumbered the enemy nearly three to one and were far more equipped, or at least it had appeared so. As the battle began and the opening melee broke out however it was very obvious that something was off. The enemies forces never seemed to SHRINK, if anything they were only growing. They shambled about wailing and tearing into the Christian forces, and no blow seemed to keep them down for long, he wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but he stood surrounded an alone, hearing the last of his comrades perishing around him, a fear built inside of him, a burning fear of the terrible death that awaited him as the mutilated bodies stumbled towards him, arms out stretched, and he wasn’t sure what happened from his body flowed forth a swath of burning flames that scorched the bodies of those closest to him, causing them to fall in a pile of ashes.

After that he remembers feeling tired and falling to the ground, as his vision faded and more of the shambling corpses approached he heard a booming voice upon the wind and witnessed an old man descend from the very clouds, from his fingers flew light that consumed the battle field, and Ignacio drifted into the sea of unconsciousness.
When he awoke he was in a bed, in quite a grand furnished room. His wounds had been mended as well, he felt fatigued though, and groggy, like he had slept for days. Leaving the room he wandered around what appeared to be some great palace, though there were no windows, lights FLOATED along the walls. Through the maze of hallways his feet carried him, until he came upon a grand study, a fire blazing in the center of the room, held in the air by nothing at all it seemed, and at a grand desk sat the old man, this man would introduce himself as Karv, the Sorcerer Supreme of Earth. What followed was a whirl wind of questions, each answered in time. Ignacio himself had powerful latent magic that was awakening, and it would irresponsible of Karv to leave it unchecked, untrained. So Ignacio began learning the ways of Magic, learned countless truths of the universe and a decade later, would witness the death of his master against a being of unexplainable existence, an inherit the roll of Sorcerer Supreme.

He moved the Sanctum Sanctorum to a pocket dimension sitting within the Alhambra in Spain, and has since stood watch over Earth, fending off threats from within and without the physical realm.

He has chosen to work with more of a carrot and a smaller stick than most of his predecessors. He has given those groups who are not inherently dangerous leeway to do as they please rather than try to dismantle ever cult in existence, a pointless endeavor that would be. He has bargained with certain of the Tamura Magic Loci. But he always observes, and he holds to the line he has set well. Cross the line, and you are dealt with, there is no mercy because he has spent his time in the position of Sorcerer Supreme making sure that line is clear, TO EVERYONE.

However he is no god, just a man, and thus much goes unpunished, hidden from view and detection, which is why he must always remain vigilant, and utilizes a number of allies within the magic and ‘mortal’ communities.

Tools/Equipment/Weapons: ‘Eye of Muninn’: this is a large jet black metal pendent upon a silver chain with a large eye shaped topaz gem in the center he often wears around his neck, it contains a powerful ‘clairvoyance’ spell that allows the user to see far distance, peer into areas blocked off by physical barriers and simple magics and can even see past certain magic illusions.

‘Ring of the Supreme’: This ring is affixed to his finger, he can’t take it off, and should the finger be removed the ring disappears and rebuilds the finger nearly immediately. It will even banish itself into a sub dimension if someone manages to steal it. It is the sign of the Sorcerer Supreme and only moves on to the next person to take the role. It has no other abilities besides acting as a Key to the Sorcerer Supremes’ Sanctum Santorum.

Skills: Ignacio lacks what many would call ‘physical prowess’ while in good shape for a human being he is by no means special or a stand out, especially among the ranks of Ultras and even other Standards that operate as heroes. He relies on magic for most all things.

Abilities/Powers/Mutations: Ignacio has spent centuries mastering the mystic arts, aided by the countless tools and ancient relics at the disposal of the Sorcerer Supreme, gathered and passed down from one to the next.
He has an expansive knowledge of numerous schools of magic, knowing most any ‘utility’ spell one can think of with a confident command over elemental, barrier and transportation magic.
While he has studied many darker more ‘forbidden magics’ to be able to fight them he has never practiced them on the moral standing alone, meaning he has no ability in the spaces of: necromancy, sanity warping, reality warping, blood magic, fear based magics and mind control magics as well as some others.

Black Star: Steampunk Fantasy Space Piracy

I AM TOTALLY IN
so I've done an rp like this before and have a character XD, just hope i still have his old sheet, Obsen the grumpy old golbin! He will live to complain again!

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Liberty Highschool, Los Angeles- California

Albert pulled up in front of Liberty Highschool in a bright cheery red, 1964 Dodge Dart. A classic care he'd restored with his grandfather a few years back. Was it fuel efficient? No, did he take the hybrid out more often, of course, but once in awhile on a sunny day, during a week that had been relatively calm and free of need to throw on his super suit, he liked to treat himself to a nice drive down the highway, go by the beach with the top down.

On a whim he'd decided to stop by and pick Nello up from school, maybe treat the kid. He'd been doing a well in school and in his... extra curricular activities. Honestly Albert had been massively impressed by the eternally young man so far, he hadn't reacted nearly so well when his own abilities awakened and Al had suffered mp change in how he appeared, nothing to visible separate him from his peers.

He was sitting out side the schools front gates, radio playing Sweet Child'o Mine by Guns N' Roses, however as the song came to an end he heard a rather... displeasing voice, not that it the man had a poor voice for radio, Albert simple despised the man speaking.

"Welcome back to Frank Fredrick Ford here and welcome back to the 'Direct Question', with me, Frank Fredrick Ford. I'm here to talk about the biggest problem facing our fair city, NO our NATION! And we all know what it is, it's the freaks running around like they own place just because they can spit fire or throw a car! You all know 'um, and you know I can't stand 'um. Heroes, Vigilantes, Villains, bah ya know what they are? They're crim-"

He changed the station, no need to listen to that, not today. What would surprise most is he often listened to 'Direct Question' because he felt it was important to know what people that didn't agree with you had to say, and as much as he hated the mans rhetoric he could always trust to hear an honest opinion.

He rolled his shoulders and took off his sunglasses, watching the school's front doors, seeing numerous young men and women leaving the building, but not the very recognizable side kick of his...

-Meanwhile at the bank-

One of the men standing in line simply groaned at the appearance of Mr. Gimmick, turning to his phone and clicking away, mumbling something about. 'A big waste of time' and 'Just another crazy Ultra wanting attention.'

Henlo Hoomans

Greetings Bone Daddy, its a pleasure to meet you.