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Heroes Reborn: Prime Earth (Superhero/Urban Fantasy: OPEN)

Serene

January 2nd, 2:30 am (Greenwich Time)
The Rock-Dragoon, Ship's Bridge

They were closer now. Perhaps her calculations had been off, but Earth had grown much bigger, big enough to confirm that indeed, she was looking at Earth. As it happened, she was far enough out to see both North America, which looked...off, and most of Europe and Africa. She knew her geography. But seriously, what was wrong with the Central United States? It almost looked like a big nasty scar...had someone decided to nuke the place, or had some sort of meteor strike been to blame? No...she didn't think so. At least, she didn't feel nukes were to blame. Something in the back of her mind flashed a sense of warning, the hairs on her back standing up, or trying to beneath her body suit. Checking something confirmed a hunch. Worst case they'd crash down near the eastern United States, or near the coast of Africa. Best case was a water landing, but even then, it needed to be away from the ocean, somewhere shallow...still, it all came down to if she could get a bit more juice from the positioning thrusters, if not find a way to reroute enough power to bring the engines online one last time to try and slow her descent.

Serene leaned back into her chair, staring out at the blue and green...and purple-brown planet, mulling things over. Worst came to worst, she could get into her gunship and make an emergency escape that way, or run to an escape pod, but at the same time, she had to make sure that if this was a still populated planet, which given the sense of lighting she could see, probably was(unless of course, everyone was dead and power was just still flowing through systems and not failing yet), to avoid bringing the ship down in a heavily populated area. More keyly, she also noticed other areas with the same coloring as what would be the Central US. Well, at least it wasn't caused by the Forest, she'd be able to see the energy fluctuation, hear the Forest calling to her...perhaps some sort of alien infestation? But for now, she had to wait.

Sooner or later, something would happen. Maybe someone would see her, maybe not. Maybe not until she entered the atmosphere. She groaned to herself, Drake being silent again. Nothing to do but wait for the inevitable unknown to hit her.

(Closed Due To Adulting & Poor Managment)

Anyways, I'll respond when I can, late here and all.

(Closed Due To Adulting & Poor Managment)

Didn't expect that much tbh. I generally only write as much as I feel are needed

[Monster Cafe]

Just a Traveler, Passing Through

NAME
The Traveler(Known Alias)
The Rockwoman(“Public” Identity)
Serene Selphia(Private Identity)

AGE
Physically in their twenties, probably several centuries if not further in age.

SPECIES
Draconian-Divine Dragon Hybrid(shorthand version of reality)
For those clueless, Draconians are a race of space faring dragons who took on human form long before they left their home world behind, for reasons akin to the Manakette from Fire Emblem. The Divine Dragons are the supreme beings of the Rune Factory series, poccessing immense, world altering power at their height, this doesn’t apply to Serene primarily due to her status as an “infant,” or Grimoire as they’re known. There’s more DNA to her, but that’s not relevant tbh, and I’d rather not bore folks.

GENDER
Female

SEXUAL ORIENTATION
Bisexual, if one must know.

APPEARANCE
Given the picture is a “placeholder” for what the real Serene looks like, there’s well, more than a fun set of things. Her primary thing is that the picture depicts her under her equipment. She primarily wears a suit of high tech, biomechanical armor when combat situations are entailed, or she doesn’t want to be photographed. Easier to pass off a suit of armor that could be a really good cosplay, rather than something else. Atop that, beneath her day clothes, she wears a full body, sans the head, bodysuit, that like the armor, is black and red in color. Her left, yellow eye, sometimes gains a trait akin to a dragon’s pupil, the right, green, sometimes gains a crosshair, or seems to “glitch” in the iris area, or a few other traits that indicate themeatic approaches. Her teeth are slightly sharper than the average human being, her ears are slightly pointed, her fingers can produce talons, and she has wings she keeps hidden.

OCCUPATION
She’s a drifter, traveling across the world, searching for whatever has her currently stuck on the world. Works primarily as a mechanic on the side when she can afford to take a risk, otherwise does bounty hunting and the occasional “cosplay shoot” if someone sees her in armor and she feels she can risk it.

HOW
Rumormill, plus extensive research into the supernatural community to locate safe houses in the event an old foe or two pop up and force her into hiding.

PERSONALITY
A determined, focused person, who puts their efforts first towards whatever task lies at hand, until it is finished. They may seem cold or distant, but that is the mask that is worn to keep others at bay, perhaps out of a desire to avoid bringing them into harms way, or perhaps…

...A fear of being vulnerable. There is no way to be certain.
Note: This is short for the sake of suspense, more will be revealed as plot develops

SMALL BIO
A legend of the night, a shadow in the dark. The Rockwoman is a mysterious figure, blurring the line between science and magic, appearing in places where troublemakers of both man and monster appear, putting a stop to their antics, before moving on. Never leaving a trace, only rumors from those who spot her, or find her calling card.

Traveling the world since a world hop gone wrong left her stranded for the time being, the supernatural community knows that so long as the laws of both their kind and the outside world are kept, the Rockwoman will be there to protect them. After all, the innocents must be kept safe. Her reasons coming to the town are simple, just passing through on the US circuit, deciding to confirm its existence, maybe follow up on some leads. Either way, the arrival of the shadowy figure, brings with it perhaps nervousness to those who know of the urban legend. After all...

The Rockwoman is watching.

TRIVIA
Draconians possess a special trait that manifests usually within ten years of birth, that sometimes takes the form of a “signature skill”, a form of skill tree that corresponds to some sort of concept or power. In Serene’s case, this comes in the form of a technopacy related tree, which OOC is referred to as Machinecraft, due to “craft” being the prefix generally associated with her paternal grandfather’s line. As a descendant of the Divine Dragons, as well as other factors, her magical affinity leans towards Wind and Fire, with Electricity being her “focus” within the Wind branch, due to being a sub-element. There’s other powers and antics tied to Divine Dragons, but given that she has no connection to the realm that enables the more high end stuff(as well as her status as an infant Divine Dragon), those aren’t accessible. In other words, she has high end magical potential, but due to both lack of training back in the day, as well as the lack of connect to the Forest of Beginnings(a good thing for narrative reasons), prevents any sort of abuse. If anything, encourages a reliance on tech.

She has a motorcycle, a nice one. Also her space ship, but that’s not planet side...for reasons. There’s other stuff that will be elaborated on if the rp demands it, but at most will be given only to the GM if they ask. Wanted to keep this brief for once, ahaha...

(Closed Due To Adulting & Poor Managment)

Welcome home, I'll probably reply when another joins in, if that makes sense?

Principalities & Powers

@Classy

Here's the old version, back from when we did this first go around. Is this still valid? If not, I can make changes as needed. Plus, tbh, I should probably update some stuff anyway, FC back then was nice, but I feel something new is needed. Just wanted to make sure if I'd already have a base thing to work with.

https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4841000

(Closed Due To Adulting & Poor Managment)

Honestly same.

Hope others jump on the wagon. This is nice tbh

(Closed Due To Adulting & Poor Managment)

Thought that was going to be longer than it actually was. Hope its an enjoyable read. Just let me know if any changes need to be made, and if you have any questions. Decided against a CS this time around.

(Closed Due To Adulting & Poor Managment)

Every world has their stories, their legends. Tales of heroes and villains, of tyrants and dictators, of gods and men. Of aliens and monsters. After all, it is within the nature of most to tell stories. Be they true, be they urban legends, folklore, or scary stories to protect innocent lives. Some stories are the same across many worlds, some are different. Perhaps a dozen worlds or a trillion have some variation of "Batman" or "Iron Man."

But a story, lesser told, only because each world had their own variation when touched by such, was the Rockwoman's. A lone traveler, wandering the world, sometimes passing through a remote village, or a country town, or anywhere. Perhaps reports of them were isolated to one area, maybe longer. Maybe they were on their own, perhaps they fought in a team, but one thing remained. A loner who walked a path known only to them. For some worlds, this story swelled, to make them seem larger than life, to the point of true tall tales, to urban legends. But sometimes, the truth is stranger than fiction, or more mundane than a simple legend. Everyone has a goal in life, even if their goal is to do nothing. Something that which they expend energy or none towards. Something drives them.

For some, it is the thought of home, that drives them onwards. Through smoked battlefields, across icy tundra, or atop the urban sprawl, or underneath the crust. Wherever the journey takes, its about the adventure had, not the end goal, in the end, perhaps. A goal that the Rockwoman followed, no matter how long it took. Even if it meant an eternity.

Rain cascaded down outside, a storm perhaps brewing, or perhaps just a random bout of rain. Ultimately, it didn't matter. The door slipped open, as a single hand pushed it open and inward, stepping in from the cold outside. An umbrella held overhead was already being brought down, closed, before vanishing abruptly into thin air. A hooded figure stepped in, not in a long, black cloak that might make one think of the Grim Reaper, nor in red robes that might make one think of cults, or any other number. No, just a hoodie, blackish-blue in hue, a simple white star emblazoned on the back, over whatever was worn underneath, sweatpants adding to more or less hide the figure's actual body from view. The two hands previously out, slipped away into the forward pockets just as quickly as one could imagine, so fast that it would have been a blur to a mortal. The hoodie's hood was pulled forward, casting the owner in shadow. Despite the storm outside, they were as dry as could be, even down to their shoes, blackish in color, which almost could be mistaken for boots.

Though their eyes could not be glimpsed, one could feel their gaze traversing the space. Shoulders that seemed tensed from who knew what abruptly began to relax, as the music was felt. Underneath the hood, tired lips quirked up in a faint smile, before just as quickly, flattening out. In a strange way, it felt almost familiar, and for a moment, a pang of homesickness ran down their spine, before being dismissed. Steps were taken, nodding slight once addressed, before taking a seat at the bar, whichever seat was closest to a wall, for a split second, the right hand came out to assist in sitting down, before just as quickly returning to the pocket. A few moments passed in silence, before the visitor spoke, their voice soft, refined, but not at all haughty. And more accurately, female.

"Thanks, what do you have to drink?" A simple statement was given, and while the hood remained pulled forward, the bartender would be able to feel eyes lifting to focus upon his. Nothing further was done, as the speaker merely waited politely.

(Closed Due To Adulting & Poor Managment)

Of course, just was wondering, in the event anyone got curious about a character.

Advance statement, unless in the off chance I get commissions ordered from artists I know, any art I'll be using isn't mine, of course.