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Game of Heaven: Where Gods work at McDonald's

@shamrocknroll
Why you no post? O_o

Maximum City: The Superhero Sandbox (City Building, Currently Accepting)

@Dark Light I'm sorry but I'm going not allow the reactive 'situational' power as it could become too OP.

Everything else about the character seems fine though.

@Dynamo Frokane

That's a negative not a positive,
He can't have the golden armour unless he has taken a beating.
The spikes won't come out until he fails to block all the attacks.
He cant go into speed mode unless he is constantly out manoeuvred.
There is still limits to it but it's mostly a base point for future development. He has very little control at the moment. He can bring on the exo-suit but that's it.

Tohru's School of Wizards and Witches!

Took me a while to figure out what RP this was.
:D will gladly join again and reapply with my last bad blooded energetic youngster.

I'm also available for Co-GM'ing if required ;)

My Hider

Arden Thorn

Arden Thorn
^{Height: 182 cm. Weight: 79 kg. Age: 19 years.
Hair Color: Blonde. Eye Color: Green.}

Name: Arden Thorn (Amakos Therai)
Age: 19 years.
Race: Tiefling
DOB: January 21, 1998.
Zodiac: Aquarius.
Occupation: Student.

Background
It's not to say Arden's father was a bad man, just really bad at making the right choices. He was weak of will and fell to many many vices, easy prey for Arden's half demonic mother. It was after all in her nature and her blood to feed off of others suffering. With his last bit of sense Arden's father eventually took his child and ran away. So this is the story Arden has been told.

Arden mostly grew up with his father until his father. A lost broken sad man who's lifestyle of drinking and gambling caught up with him early on.

The two lived together out in the countryside in a state of squalor until Arden was old enough to start fending for himself and contributing. He fastly became independent and soon supported his father who equally as fast became crippled by illness and grew worse and worse every day.

After his fathers passing young Arden made his way to the nearest town where he lived on and off the streets bouncing between orphanages until he found a mysterious strange letter that would change his life forever.

Magic
Arden's Magic is rare and risky to wield. He can reach beneath the fabric of existence to a pure raw and wild chaotic force. To some it is known as creation energy, others chaos magic. Mishandling it can result with some unfathomable, unpredictable harsh consequences. Not only does the mind need to be sharp to direct such a raw untameable force, but the body must be strong too. Acting as a conduit for this wild magic takes a physical toll, always.

The magic, an offence to nature, never lasts long. It often has unpredictable side effects and random backlashes that can be quite troublesome. But if the wielder is strong of will, brave enough and has just the right amount of luck, this magic can prove to be highly versatile. Raw bolts of brilliant chaotic energy can be thrown about, he can slip beneath the fabric of reality and ride the torrential waves of chaos to reemerge elsewhere, he can even draw forth that unmistakable energy and mold it into physicality for a short period of time until it is rejected.

Magical Equipment
Arden who has grown up in poverty has managed to get this far with very little and will continue to do so.

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

@Blueflame

Sure you can make a new character. You don't need to get rid of the old ones though.

Cute Kids Fighting Big Wars

DW guys, actually I'm gonna have to drop this RP

:) Have fun!

Game of Heaven: Where Gods work at McDonald's

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Clayton Radshaw

Location: London, hotel room.
Interacting With: @shamrocknroll.

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He might not have woken up amongst soft white sheets, fluffy pillows and in the company of a gorgeous lady, but here he was now. The smug smile on his lips was nearly uncontainable. The way the sultry French whisper rolled off her tongue only made it worse. The sounds were magic enough but the words then tested and stretched his memory.

He knew je suis for 'I am', so therefore assumed appelé Cerise to be her name. Who was he to judge. Her next comment also put any doubt about her intentions to rest. She was extremely forthcoming for a stranger he just met in the alleyway, a married one at that. But then again, who was he to judge.

"un peu noir ou rouge" He says in his broken accent in attempts to humor or impress, all while he gives a sly predatory glare. His eyes followed her intently until she was out of sight. Shamelessly studying her womanly body and figure.

There was still sometime before he had to be at the airport so he decided he might as well have some fun to kill the time.
He gets up and heads over to the mini fridge and begins searching through it, occasionally wincing every time an off movement reminds him of an injury.

Game of Heaven: Where Gods work at McDonald's

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Clayton Radshaw

Location: London, some dirty old alleyway.
Interacting With: @shamrocknroll.

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Clayton chuckles which inadvertently causes him to wince in pain.
"What? Aren't married woman allowed to drink? Your not pregnant are you?"
He asks as he takes the cigarette and let's it hang loosely in between his lips. It was a rhetorical question and his tone gave away his playful teasing.
"Honestly I don't think I'm welcome back at work after last night, think I'll just avoid that awkward conversation. Your room sounds great though." he says more seriously. "I gotta be on a plane this arvo anyway and I don't think this is any state to travel in.

Shit! What's the time?"
Then there's the frantic patting as he checks all his pockets again and again. He finds a wallet but nothing else.

Slightly disappointed he shrugs it off.
"Say, your not from around here are you? What brings you to these parts?

Cute Kids Fighting Big Wars

Edited

Game of Heaven: Where Gods work at McDonald's

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Clayton Radshaw

Location: London, some dirty old alleyway.
Interacting With: @shamrocknroll.

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Clays stomach grumbled as he looked up at the lady through blinking groggy eyes. There was a small pause of silence as he just stared at her, a playful daring grin spread across his lips. With a groan he picked himself up off the floor and placed one hand on the brick wall behind him and the other heavily on her shoulder for support.
Despite the obvious impedance from either his hangover or injuries, or both, the man seemed to be enjoying himself. He didn't seem to catch the tone or intent of her words. Instead he looked to the sky as he had a small stretch. It was cut short as he stumbled for balance and came to lean heavily on and close to the lady.

Now that he was awake and leaning close against her his eyes capture hers. Deep and intense. He whispers "You have such beautiful eyes, we should get a drink sometime. Don't suppose you have a spare fag?" with those words his grin grew into a full blown teasing and charming smile. A smile that was well practised and rehearsed. A smile he was well aware of.

Game of Heaven: Where Gods work at McDonald's

Clay: Alcohol, brawls and inhibitions

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~ Details ~

Name: Clayton Radshaw
Age: 28
Birthday:17 September 1990
Nationality: Canadian
Ethnicity: Scandinavian / Unknown
Birthplace: Sudbury, Ontario, Canada
Current Residence: London
Gender: Male
Education: Highschool
Mortal Job: Bartender
Pantheon: Booze, Brawls and inhibitions.

~ Description ~

Height: 183cm / 6'0"
Weight: 95kgs / 210lbs
Build:
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Blonde
Skin Tone: white/light tan
Distinguishable features: tattoos, tattoos everywhere.
Personal Style: simple and functional. Bare chest, Leather jacket, practical yet old jeans and boots. Lots of beard maintenance.

~ Psychology ~

Stubborn * Easy going * Impulsive * Friendly * Lazy

Sexuality: Hetro
Relationship status: Always somewhere between the last and the next.
Personality:Clay, while a bit rough-around-the-edges is pretty care free and easy going guy. He can be a little arrogant and over confident and extremely head strong and stubborn at times. He is pretty quick to resort to violence or at least threats, the strike first ask questions later type.
Character flaws aside he has a generally good heart and will make sacrifices for others. Behind his arrogance he doesn't really believe he is worth dirt, often denying his own happiness believing he must suffer for mistakes of the past. He's the kind of guy that trouble is attracted too.
Habits: Going to excess, procrastinating.
Hobbies: Working on motorbikes, Brewing alcohol, getting tatted.

Fears:
Commitment
Drowning
Alligators

Likes:

• Booze
• Babes
• Bikes
• Brawls
• Betting
• Kittens

Dislikes:

• Commitment
• Academics
• Rules/Laws
• Confined places
• Pineapple on pizza

bio:

Family: Alive and well, he just has little to no contact with them these days. His parents are quite young, as he was a teenage accident. An accident his true father didn't want to stick around for.
Almost for as long as he can remember he has had a step Father .A strict, controlling ex military man who is now part of the police force. They never saw eye to eye and argued or yelled often.

As a potentially prominent psychologist of her field, his Mother was a rather busy lady. His childhood was buried beneath her extensive study. Her career, her patients, always seemed to come before her own family.

Younger sister. His only sibling, 9 years younger than him they are not really close. He sends the odd msg or text but had moved away when she was only 8. Now 19 and nearly out of her teens, he makes a bit more of an effort as he feels bad for not doing so sooner. She is family and he doesn't even know her.

Theme Song:
"Made of Scars" by Stone Sour