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Faire & Folly [Renaissance Faire SoL]

Performer hm?

《 H. E. R. O. 》

<sub>Location
|| Brookside ||

Time
|| Morning ||

Interactions
|| None ||</sub>

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Brookside had changed a lot since the young man had left it. In the year that he had been back to Castleburg, he made it a mission to explore the city again. It made him feel like a ghost of the past. There were some secret spots that hadn't changed, some faces that he remembered. Other than that, it was like walking into a new hell of sights and smells. Street names changed; businesses closed and replaced. Gang activity had evolved. Even some of the old gangs in the area were gone, including apparently the Guglianos as a result of the company that Hugo had managed to talk him into joining.

Also in the few months since he had joined, he managed to construct a persona for himself in the HERO ranks, The Black Knight. Although typically on this side of town he did his business as The Hood, Zy understood that there wouldn't be much of a fear factor if The Hood officially joined the ranks of the ultra public HERO organization. Still, he managed to build a pretty decent rep for himself as someone capable of throwing down with the martial artists in Watervale’s Wah Ching.

Speaking of, the Director caught wind of his stronger group of young heroes going missing after a Fourth of July party. While it was one thing for a few to go off the radar for a bit, thirteen super powered individuals gone without a trace was a completely different story. So, while Hugo went on to discuss this shit on the news, Zhaire elected to go to the streets to see if he could figure out anything fishy going on the night before.

Even though the kidnapping took place elsewhere in the city, all villainous activity somehow had ties to Brookside and Watervale. That’s just the way things worked in Castleburg. While he may not have had the same sway in these streets that he once did, he still had some connections and people who owed him favors. One of which was an old Brookside native who never seemed to change, Smokey the Street-Rat.

Crossing the road into an old alleyway, there he was. Cooped up in a corner behind a dumpster was his tent with him beside it and a cigarette hanging from his mouth. A corner of Zhaire’s lip upturned; Smokey hadn’t changed a bit other than some grey in his beard.

”I’ve been gone a long time. Yet here you are, still sitting in the same spot I left you.” Zy addressed the hibiscus huffing hobo with some sarcasm. The man only looked up at him from the folding lawn chair, clearly out of it. As many times as he stole food and money for the old dirty bastard, he still tried to give Zy a hard time about it. The young man rolled his eyes.

”Cut the crap, Smokey. August 13th, 2020.--”

“-Not so loud...I had to make sure you wasn’t the stick fuckin’ with my head…” The man past his prime coughed out rather thick plumes of smoke. Zy shook his head a little.

“I had to do the same when I came back to town about a year ago…How you been?”

“Same old me. But I know this meetin’ ain’t meant to be a chat between two Brook ghosts. Nobody visits ol’ Smokey unless they need somethin’.”

“You’re right.”

“Ain’t that a surprise.--”

”Look, over a dozen of the damn heroes disappeared last night. Nothin happens in these streets that you don’t know about. I need to know if any weird shit went down between last night and this morning.”

“You do realize that last night was America’s birthday nd shit right?”

”You do realize B was caught up in all that shit right?” Zhaire prodded. The mention of the letter made the older man’s eyes widen a bit.

“You mean Buzzin Brie?” The man asked with a sigh, followed by Zy’s nod. There was a small pause as the houseless man let his cigarette fall to the ground. Getting up from the lawn chair, he put his hands into the pockets of his jacket and walked out to the sidewalk.

“Couple blocks from here, y’know, where tha ol pizza joint is?” Smokey asked without looking at it. Zy stood next to him with crossed arms.

“Picasso’s...?”

“Yeah. Well, a mac truck pulled up last night. Didn’t seem too shady at first. Thought it coulda been the place restockin. Cept they were deliverin’ to the buildin’ across the street from there. You’ll see it. Shit looks newer than everythin’ else in this part of town.”

”Appreciated Smokey.”

“Don’t go thankin me yet. Go get her outta there.”

With that, Zy took notice of Picasso’s Pizzeria down the street, on the same block as a mexican barber shop. Across from it seemed to be some walled off area that looked kind of out of place. With that, Zy passed Smokey a bundle of cash and started walking.

Going through it quickly, it was faced with a ten dollar bill in the roll, but all underneath it was a bunch of ones. It came out to 20 bucks but Zy could still hear the man suck his teeth.

Choosy beggar in the flesh...

《 H. E. R. O. 》

<sub>Location
|| Roman Replica ||

Time
|| Morning ||

Interactions
|| @CanaryRose, @Scarifar, @KaijuBaragon ||</sub>

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It was a subtle change in footing as the planning went on in his head. Her scream, if piercing enough, would likely bother his own hearing for a bit, but hopefully deter the apes for just long enough. The play was to scoop Aria up and make a break for it. While he could have fought them off, if on his own, Sam wouldn't dare compromise her safety willingly. That was when he heard it.

At first it was rather subtle, as though the first sparks of a fire being struck. Therefore, it was not much of a surprise when he saw Blake still conjuring flames even from his weakened state. What wasn't quite expected, was the radiant raptor that he had crafted. The size and brightness, made him recall tales told by his people of the legendary Firebird. It was no surprise that this flashy means of power struck fear into the remaining ogres and drove them away.

As it passed them, the smell of smoked ogre was strong, but not as unbearable as before. A grateful glance went to the ginger, though he was unconscious. Quake seemed to quickly pronounce Blake dead, though, Sam could still hear his heartbeat, and further checking from Tom and Rumi seemed to confirm that he'd be alright.

The giant's paces came closer as notions of moving on came up. When it came to carrying Blake, it was rather obvious what his role would be here. The more free hands the better with the unknowns that lied ahead. Therefore, when close enough, Samson lightly, but quickly threw Blake over one shoulder; The man-child light as a feather. Walking after the path Patricia took to the basilica, Sam gestured with his head to the others.

"Come along. There's no telling what awaits us ahead."

New Alexandria: The New Frontier

Heart of A Lion

K I L A M A N J A R O

Name: Kila Alias: Species: Age: Gender: Height: Personality Traits: Reserved, Wrathful, Iron-Willed, Courageous, Protective Skills: On the battlefield, there is not much that Kila can’t do. He’s tactically sound, has a fairly precise aim, and is brutal in close quarters combat. He may not be the strongest or the fastest on the team, but he knows where, when, and how to throw his weight around. He also has a knack for determining how to counter his opponents’ skill sets, even mutants. He is known to employ unorthodox strategies and cover his allies' weaknesses with others’ strengths. Kila’s fearlessness could be described like this; He has had staring contests with death and many times, death blinked. Meanwhile, life out of battle, is what Kila has been working on. He hasn’t exactly had a childhood cut out for proper schooling, so it has been a task to read and learn as much as he can. The man can process and comprehend information surprisingly a lot quicker than most to the point that it might as well be a superpower of its own. Non-Combat Capabilities Includes Ja's Skills Planting/Growing Crops Hunting Multilingual Playing Chess Puzzle-Solving Cooking Weather-Forecasting Animal-Taming Lip-Reading Singing/Rapping/Songwriting Skateboarding Climbing Free-Running Dancing Drawing

Name: Ja Nemean Lion Mutant 25 Male 5'9" Personality Traits: Kind, Comedic, Talkative, Brave, Clever Powers: Ja has the ability to augment his body to enhance his physical strength, speed, and even fly. However, the catch is that it is entirely reliant on his mental state and confidence. If a situation looks too intimidating or scary in his perspective, Ja’s power is going to weaken. If he has belief that he can topple the challenge, or if he has courage, his power will buff. Ja can also communicate with animals of all sorts, from the tallest giraffe to the smallest ant. This in turn, makes it much easier for him to tame them and aid others in terms of their relationships with nature's inhabitants. He can also impose the will of his humanly conscious mind to make them do what he wants, though he doesn't often desire to.

Biography:
There is much mystery about the person known as both Kila and Ja. However, what is speculated is that KilamanJaro was born in a southern village in Zimbabwe, Africa. He lived with a small family consisting of himself, his amai(mother), and his little sister, Iwesa.

For his early years, they lived a pretty average and peaceful life, that is until their village was raided by men who did not like mutants. The men of the village refused to just hand over the little that they’ve had or trade the mutants of their family. In effect, the groups came into conflict when the raiders raised their weapons and fired on the village.

In the carnage, KJ managed to escape with his little sister from the scene. Although their amai promised to meet them outside of the village, she never came. So, KilamanJaro took matters into his own hands. From there, he decided to make their way down to South Africa where his father was...or as it seemed that was where he was. It was while they lived down there that he found that his father had died in a war, having apparently been a soldier.

It was during the period of living day to day that KJ and Iwesa were taken to work on “Ferguson Farms”, where they tended to gardens. Feisty as he was back then, KJ was recruited by the higher ups within Ferguson to be something of a taskmaster. Apparently, the farm was a front for mercenary work. Although he didn’t want to do the things he was asked to, he thought of the future of Iwesa.

After a while, he decided to save the money that he earned from working to afford a ride to America. It was sometime after that voyage though, that he had come into contact with Alexander.

Other:
Kila and Ja have no knowledge of each other, despite having the same body.

Kila is the chief enforcer of the First Echelon and New Alexandria’s general, that is, when Ja isn’t in the spotlight.

Although Kila is clearly an enhanced individual, he can still pass off as human. His physical capabilities are nowhere near Ja’s. The reasoning of this phenomenon is still largely unknown, but it is theorized to have some connection with his currently deceased sister.

When it comes to his interactions with animals, Ja has to be careful which he attempts his mental compulsion on. This is because of the fact that too much interaction with them could result in his own instincts taking over. Should that happen, he'd be in a state where he's more bestial than cognizant for a certain amount of time. The compulsion does not work on humans.

New Alexandria: The New Frontier

Alexandria: The New Frontier

“What if you were different from everyone else?

Sure, everybody is slightly different on the outside; height, skin color, hair, voices, birthmarks, and even funky smells. Everyone’s brain and organs on the inside are proportionally in the same places, and their bodies function in the same way. That’s how a species works, according to modern scientific research. What if this modern science missed something; Someone like you?

What if modern science said that you couldn’t exist because they couldn’t explain you? What you can do, that others in your perceived species cannot. What if those ones hated you without even knowing you? What if those people hid in the shadows, waiting-- hunting for you? To detain, decipher, and decease you?

What if they told you you shouldn’t belong? What if they alienated you? What if they made your friends and family abandon you? What if you were lost and alone?

What if you weren’t alone? What if there were really people like you all along? Just hidden behind legends and history? Just hidden behind the ones who control common knowledge, because they can’t control you?

What if you found new friends and family? What if they were tired of running and hiding? What if they were tired of being told that they didn’t belong? What if they just wanted to be free?

What if the hateful ones wanted this ‘mutated mutiny’ mutilated? What if they constructed machines to destroy the people like you? What if the people like you took a stand against this injustice? What if they fought for the generations of difference before, and the generations to come?

What if there are people like you were? Lost and trying to figure out where they belong? What if you wanted to help them but couldn’t do it on your own? What if you needed help to help them?

What if you were like me...?”

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This is an RP centered around the concept of mutants. Yes it is inspired heavily from the concepts of the X-Men, but essentially a different take on it. There aren’t going to be canon characters, though characters of similar nature are welcome. This story is going to follow the journey of mutants and the nation of New Alexandria. The year is 2030, in a world not so different from our own with similar occurring events in history.

This mutant governed nation was formed after the Mutant/Human war in the United States, splitting California into a northern and southern half. New Alexandria is the southern half, with the possibility of expanding as the nation’s growth reaches an incline. Although something of a truce has settled between the Humans and Mutants to coexist, there is still something of a cold war going on between them. The country is still young and has only been in place for 10 years.

New Alexandria has set up a task force dedicated to locating mutants between national lines, named “The First Echelon”. This team offers newly discovered mutants the opportunity to come to the mutant safe haven. This does, of course, involve rescuing some from mutant injustice where they find it. The view of mutants globally among humans is polarized and it’s up New Alexandria to tip the scales.

What does destiny have in store for mutant-kind?

OOC RP Stuff:

Rules for Superhero RPs and RPing in general are literally plastered everywhere. I ain’t gonna restate em here, again unless I absolutely have to. (Knowing me, I’m gonna probably have to add some later anyway. Just keep in mind that, while I want you to have your fun, your characters and their actions have to be able to fit within the story realistically to the world.

There will be dark themes and surely some politics involved in this, but it won’t be overboard. There will be good times to balance out the bad. The amount of characters and world building and all that can be determined as we move along.

Character Sheet: You can kinda go crazy with this, as I am not really a stickler for how the info is presented. It just should at least have these things.

For Better or Worse, Your Character’s actions will have an impact on how the world views mutants.

[Image Appearance Here or you may add a description section, or both]
Name:
Alias: (If applicable)
Species: (You can be Human, though there has to be a pretty good reason as to why you’d be involved in everything.)
Age: (16+)
Gender:
Skills and Powers:
Biography: (Doesn't have to be super long. Paragraph minimum)
Other: (Any other additional information,)

Any other concerns just ask. This is OP is going to change and evolve, but I just wanted to get this up so that It’d get out of my docs. XD

Escaping The Faewoods - A Survival Horror RP

Oh I Gotta Be Dreaming...

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You know? He hadn't slept this good since his aunt made that uber thick gumbo last thanksgiving. Though, today was a little sluggish getting up. His body didn't really want to move...It smelled weird as hell too, like wet dirt. The last he recalled, he was coming back from a road trip with the team as there was a tournament across the way. Come to think of it, he didn't feel like he was laying on a bus seat either, this was way more comfortable.

Slowly his eyes opened and he was confronted with all kinds of greenery above. What kind of dream was this? His eyes caught pretty faces on te ground next to him. Must have been one of them good dreams...But they were asleep though. He never seen other people asleep in his dreams before. That was some inception typa shit. Sitting up a little straighter, he saw other folks up and talking.

The reality began to set in as he paid a little more attention to what they were saying. This dream was actually a nightmare; A nightmare about getting kidnapped or lost. While getting somehow Pill Huxtabled and taken to a weird sparkling forrest would be scary as hell, Walé was sure he'd wake up soon. Actually getting up to his feet, he stetched a little bit. Bones popping and joints loosening, he listened to their questions. They all seemed to be "Who are you people?" Or "Where are we?"

Walé's question was: "Brent? Is that you? Bruh, what are you doing in my dream man? You can't be here, I be done said your name while I'm sleeping and nobody on the bus is gonna let me live that down...and..." Walé paused.

"Damn, you old, I haven't seen you since..." He seemed to be going somewhere with that, but he froze. Walé hadn't seen his boy in person since like early elementary school. Now it was starting to get real, because dreams didn't age people. Or...at least he didn't think they did.

In either case, this was starting to feel less like he was asleep. Brent was holding a med-kit and peope didn't need that shit in dreams. A cold feeling was beginning to set in. Oh hell nah. There was no way.

How did he go from a bus to the forest with the Shimmer from Annihilation?

This had better be a dream where he'd wake up and his Aunt Marsha was gonna kick his ass for not getting off the bus on time...and low key, he'd prefer that than whatever this lucid nightmare was.

《 H. E. R. O. 》

<sub>Location
|| Roman Replica ||

Time
|| Morning ||

Interactions
|| @CanaryRose ||</sub>

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Samson kept an even pace, though the cogs of his mind went on quicker. Only a few of the Ogres were deterred by the bright kite Firebird had constructed. Looking at the still rather large troop of ape like creatures that remained ahead, Sam made note in his head to keep them in front of him. Especially now considering that Patricia was following. Being that she was going to stubbornly go along with him, he decided not to actively go into battle yet. The girl's bravery was admirable, but her determination alone wouldn't make her strong enough to wrestle with apes. Much less giant flesh-eating primates.

Still the stench of the ogres was getting worse on approach, now recognizing the metallic smell of blood mixed among the musk. It would be easy to lose track of the scent of Murmur, though Patricia's stubborn trailing would be useful in this manner.

Sam kept to the side of the path leading up to the Basilica, subtly cueing Patricia to stay close. His movements were deliberate and slower when in the thick of them, trying not to draw as much attention to himself. His hope was that Blake's antics would prove too much of an eye sore for the other ogres to approach them as openly.

Several seemed to sniff the air and turned in their direction. Positioning himself between the group and Patricia, Sam was anticipating a fight. Yet, that's when the vibrations met his ear. First it was in the air, and when his head turned, a structure crumbled where Blake led the smaller pack of ogres. The explosion caused by Quake made him jerk his head away with grit teeth. The smell was a haymaker to his own senses, bringing water to his eyes. Words could only barely describe the foul fragrance.

By the time he finished wiping his eyes with a forearm, an ogre was fast approaching on all fours. Out of reflex, Sam quickly extended a leg to kick the beast. Catching the primate prepared to pounce, the kick shattered bone in the leftover's face; knocking it to the ground, slumped.

Meanwhile, the others creatures were pushed into a frenzy, scattering quickly due to the sudden explosion. A couple of them randomly barreled towards the duo. Thinking on his feet, Sam balled his fists near his head watching their body-language.

"Aria, what's the highest note you can sing?"

Escaping The Faewoods - A Survival Horror RP

I'm cool wit it.

Modern Tales of Might and Mayhem

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Escaping The Faewoods - A Survival Horror RP

Wall-Ay

Full Body

● Name
|| Wallace 'Walé' Cambridge

● Age
|| Seventeen

● Gender
|| Male

● Small Description
|| Walé is a model example for an athlete. He stands at 6'0" with a toned but somewhat slim build. This is indicative of the fact that, while he favors flight over fight most days, he’s no slouch when backed into a corner.

As for what he’s typically seen in, it’s usually sportswear. Sweatpants, varying jerseys, gym shorts, sneakers, etc. He always tries to mix and match the colors of his outfits.

● Likes
|| #Music
#Animals
#Movies
#Gaming
#Comics
#BallIsLife
#Peaches

● Dislikes
|| X Bees
X Bullying
X Bullshit
X Ignorant Know-It-Alls
X Fake People
X Snobby Attitudes
X Haterade

● Skills
|| Observation
Acting
Critical Thinking
Problem/Puzzle-Solving
Hauling Ass

● Fears
|| Fire
Ghosts
Wild Animals
The Shadows
What Lurks IN The Shadows
Being Abandoned By Family/Friends

● Inventory
|| Hair-Pick
Cell Phone
Headphones
Six Rubber Wristbands

● Personality
|| Walé is a good guy, to put it simply. He’s the type of guy that works hard, holds the door for people, and doesn’t try to be something that he isn’t. Although not seeming to be the brightest, he is painfully observant and clever. As such, he likes to act flamboyant and silly around among his friends. He stands out in a crowd and by no means falls victim to peer pressure. He tends to radiate a positive aura that latches onto the good spirits of others. Even when going through the motions, and it’d take something dramatic to faze him.

When he does end up in a mood, he drags his feet, his head hangs just a little bit lower; his heart's on his sleeve. He has depressed periods that he often tries his best to hide in public, which can constitute with him being overly comical at times. Walé is very defensive about his mom and sensitive to those who don’t particularly treat their mothers well. When really fired up, he'll get testy and confrontational, albeit never violent.

● History
|| Wallace didn’t have a lot when he was young. He wasn’t the kid with the hottest new game system. He wasn’t the kid that got to go on family vacations or anything like that. His family was just managing to keep their head above the water, but they had each other, and that was enough for him.

His pops ran the local barber shop, Calvin's Chop Shop, was the name of the place. Although his dad was real strict, he was funny, hardworking, and kind. He bought Walé his first basketball and told him all kinds of stories about differing sports heroes. A lot of who Wallace is today was built up by that man. He was everything one could want in a father, even if he wasn’t perfect. At least, that was how Walé saw him. As it turned out, his eating habits weren’t the greatest and it was a major contributor when his father passed away due to heart problems.

It tore their family of three asunder as Walé and his mother had to move on without him. From his youth onward, it was clear that he was much closer to his father than his mother, but they kept one another up when times were bleak. So, for a while it was just them with his mother having to light the candle on both ends to make ends meet.

That is, until she met a man named Marcus, whom his mother eventually fell in love with to try filling the void. Wallace felt betrayed but did his best to simply keep those emotions inside for the sake of his mom’s happiness. Though, the man sometimes secretly abused his mom. When asked about it, he found himself met with his mother’s desperate protests to leave it be; that it’d get better with time. Although he didn’t want to believe it, Walé relented.

This led to Walé burying himself in the world of sports to funnel his frustrations. Again, everything seemed to fade into a sort of normalcy. He even got his little sister, Deena, in that time, who he gravitated to instantly. Though, as if on some wicked turntable, the same year that she was born, was the same year that Wallace lost his mother to a house fire, with his stepfather jailed for manslaughter.

His Aunt Marsha basically went to war against the childcare system to keep them together, eventually adopting them. As the saying went, time moved forward, and for the past two years, Amadeus is finally able to start coming back into his own again. School’s been fine, College sports scouts and even some NBA reporters come to his games.

Everything seemed to be looking up...Or So He Thought...