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Awesome! And to be clear on characters, we can take from both DC and Marvel, correct?
Hey, sorry to barge in here like this, but I'd like to ask if it would be to late for me to join in on this party?
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11 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
Name:
Mary Oswald
Alias:
'Bloody Mary'
Age:
25
Personality:
Mary is, to put it simply, a cyanide pill coated in honey. A condescending tone is always laid over her voice. She is a bit of a sadist, and prefers to end her missions with a large trail of blood. She much prefers to have other people do the heavy lifting, allowing her to do her thing- namely intimidation. She is rather fond of torture, and loves having 'alone time' with her victims.
Skills:
She is skilled at intimidating others, thanks to the gear that she keeps on her. She also is skilled at knife-play.
Weaknesses:
Her alcoholism is a rather prominent one. Another thing worth noting is her lack of self-control. She also has a fear of spiders, and a big fear, at that.
Gear:
At any time, she carries with her a few canisters of hallucinogenic gases, enticing fear in her adversaries. The gas greatly distorts their vision, as well as increasing paranoia.
She also carries a large variety of knives on her, many laced with a liquid form of her hallucinogens.
Bio:
Born into a family of alcoholics, Mary was no stranger to violence as a child. However, she had no cliche origin story. Her dad didn't abuse her, she wasn't constantly locked in a room. Life was... normal. Sure, having alcoholic parents threw a bit of a wrench into the normality, but it wasn't anything drastic.
As life progressed, she adopted her parents habits at a bit of an early age, and became rather prone to fits of drunken rage and violence. When her money began to run thin, she resorted to less savory methods of gaining funds, namely mugging. With this life, on the street came a certain realization of how bad things were.
During her life of crime, she became notorious under the name of 'Bloody Mary', probably due to the fact that her victims are left as bloody corpses, eyes gouged out. Many began to believe that she wasn't just a petty thief, that she was more- a phantom, a ghost in the night.
Puriel took note of her prowess in getting done what needed to be done, albeit by unorthodox methods. So, upon making a few offers of cash, as well as a few blackmail threats, Puriel enlisted Mary, after forcing her to swear to not use too much excessive force in her pursuits of those who she was informed to target.
Theme Song:
This really isn't my best work... but, hey. It's here.
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Forum: Casual Roleplay
Soon. But first, sleep and school.
Also,
I love you for this.
Also,
Barioth said Also no shadow manipulation, because that's really dumb.
I love you for this.
I'm interested, but with a question. Are we talking superpowered vigilantes? Also, will this be light-hearted, or focus on a darker, grim side of it all?
A deep light twinkled behind the nonexistent eyes of Viktors helmet, as he stepped out of his Dungeons Heart, side by side with another soldier for his army. Standing outside his door was Vragas, the small imp who had been so loyal to him all this time. A worried glance passed underneath the creatures mask, but it quickly dissolved. This was becoming less and less odd as more creatures had been made.
The beast stood even taller than the preceding ogres, heavily muscled shoulders rising and falling as it let out massive breaths. The beast had deep brown leathery skin, patched together in a misshapen manner. The skin was coated with thick hair of brown, matted and tangled. The now bipedal animal searched around, snorting out a deep huff through his nose. His feet impatiently stamped up and down as he shook his horned head in disgust.
This beast had been blessed with augmented strength, but had been granted even less intelligence than that of the ogres, supposing that is even possible. Still with the primal instincts of its once animal form, it has simply been taught who to not kill. He grunted in a low voice, restraining himself from pounding the imp into a small gray splotch on the floor.
Viktor quickly escorted the blueprint down into the prison where he kept a copy of each new minion he made, as he did not have any more animals to use for replicating the beast. As Viktor left, muttering orders to the Minotaur, Vragas scampered away, to the barracks where the army lived. None of them needed to actually sleep, save the ogres and humans, so he knew that he would find his skeleton friend.
As Vragas scampered into the cold stone room where the skeletons were kept, he became a bit unnerved. The thirty skeletons stood side by side, shivering in their still stances, spears standing straight. Vragas took a moment to find his friend among the near-identical bones. Finding Hydl, Vragas slid over, across the cold stone.
Hydl looked down at the small imp, Confusion running across his face- that is, it would if he had a face. Usually they were not disturbed from their meditation-like trances, unless Stamrad requested their presence for training. A quick chatter was exchanged between the two before the doors were slammed open.
In the glare stood Stamrad, sword unsheathed. As he entered the room, the skeletons all snapped to attention, a loud clattering accompanying the synchronized motion. Stamrad waved at them, allowing them to relax. He looked down at the imp, sheathing his sword. "You. Vragas is it? We need to find more of them beauties that you found earlier. You remember where they were and where they were headed, right, laddie? Let's go hunting!" Stamrad said, light flickering from beneath his helmet.
The beast stood even taller than the preceding ogres, heavily muscled shoulders rising and falling as it let out massive breaths. The beast had deep brown leathery skin, patched together in a misshapen manner. The skin was coated with thick hair of brown, matted and tangled. The now bipedal animal searched around, snorting out a deep huff through his nose. His feet impatiently stamped up and down as he shook his horned head in disgust.
This beast had been blessed with augmented strength, but had been granted even less intelligence than that of the ogres, supposing that is even possible. Still with the primal instincts of its once animal form, it has simply been taught who to not kill. He grunted in a low voice, restraining himself from pounding the imp into a small gray splotch on the floor.
Viktor quickly escorted the blueprint down into the prison where he kept a copy of each new minion he made, as he did not have any more animals to use for replicating the beast. As Viktor left, muttering orders to the Minotaur, Vragas scampered away, to the barracks where the army lived. None of them needed to actually sleep, save the ogres and humans, so he knew that he would find his skeleton friend.
As Vragas scampered into the cold stone room where the skeletons were kept, he became a bit unnerved. The thirty skeletons stood side by side, shivering in their still stances, spears standing straight. Vragas took a moment to find his friend among the near-identical bones. Finding Hydl, Vragas slid over, across the cold stone.
Hydl looked down at the small imp, Confusion running across his face- that is, it would if he had a face. Usually they were not disturbed from their meditation-like trances, unless Stamrad requested their presence for training. A quick chatter was exchanged between the two before the doors were slammed open.
In the glare stood Stamrad, sword unsheathed. As he entered the room, the skeletons all snapped to attention, a loud clattering accompanying the synchronized motion. Stamrad waved at them, allowing them to relax. He looked down at the imp, sheathing his sword. "You. Vragas is it? We need to find more of them beauties that you found earlier. You remember where they were and where they were headed, right, laddie? Let's go hunting!" Stamrad said, light flickering from beneath his helmet.
~dibs on nightcrawler
HOOAH! To the OOC, brethren!
-SUMMARY-
It is medieval times... The Black Plague is ravaging through Europe, and chaos is covering the land like a heavy blanket. The priests and clergymen have given desperate speeches to the masses, begging them to stay calm, to be saved by the word of god. Confusion is rampant, as people wonder what sins they could have committed to receive the divine punishment that has been raining down upon their heads. Now, as one of the few survivors, it is your job to survive in this land of rotting bodies, and fend off those poor unfortunate sinners, begging for help at your door.
All in all, this will be a rather straightforward RP, placed in England. Nothing fancy, a simple survival RP set during the Black Plague. That said, I'll lay down some ground rules.
-RULES-
1) General RP rules. You know them. If you don't go and learn them.
2) Don't be a jerk. R-E-S-P-E-C-T.
3) Give me some notice if you lose interest and have to quit, please.
4) This isn't a fantasy RP. No elves, no wizards, none of that. Just normal people, probably peasants.
5) This will be a high-casual RP, so don't under-post.
-CS-
That should cover it all.
It is medieval times... The Black Plague is ravaging through Europe, and chaos is covering the land like a heavy blanket. The priests and clergymen have given desperate speeches to the masses, begging them to stay calm, to be saved by the word of god. Confusion is rampant, as people wonder what sins they could have committed to receive the divine punishment that has been raining down upon their heads. Now, as one of the few survivors, it is your job to survive in this land of rotting bodies, and fend off those poor unfortunate sinners, begging for help at your door.
All in all, this will be a rather straightforward RP, placed in England. Nothing fancy, a simple survival RP set during the Black Plague. That said, I'll lay down some ground rules.
-RULES-
1) General RP rules. You know them. If you don't go and learn them.
2) Don't be a jerk. R-E-S-P-E-C-T.
3) Give me some notice if you lose interest and have to quit, please.
4) This isn't a fantasy RP. No elves, no wizards, none of that. Just normal people, probably peasants.
5) This will be a high-casual RP, so don't under-post.
-CS-
That should cover it all.
~Interested
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