Enigmatik

SPY ACADEMY: An Espionage Story

Going to have a character with a set of silenced AMT Hardballers ;).

Interested.

Maximum City: The Superhero Sandbox (OOC is Up, Currently Accepting)

I have a jokey antihero idea, a grimmer antihero idea, and a happy go lucky hero idea all lined up. Interested.

No Hope, No Glory, No Problem - A No More Heroes RP

Able Blackthorn

Basics

Name: Able Blackthorn
Codename: Whiteout
Age: 29
Appearance:
Clocking in at a respectable 5'11, and with a build that fits the 'athletic' type easily, Able, whilst certainly conventionally attractive, is hardly extraordinary. He looks to have Mediterranean or Latino blood in him, and to spend a decent chunk of his time in the sun, but neither of which are true. In fact, really the only distinctive thing is his hair- which is a sharp shock of platinum blonde. Old photos show him with black hair, and it's clear that this was the only visual side effect of his 'awakening.'
Personality: It's hard to really pin down Able's personality. This is more to do with the fact that he's strung out almost all the damn time. Unusually for a cocaine junkie, he doesn't seem overly excited- instead very, very laid back, but this calm belies the fact that he has almost superhuman reflexes, and speed to match. The things that can be pinned down is that the man has a very, very short temper, is almost comically playful despite this anger, and absolutely loves being as over the top as he can be. Not tacky though- he despises people who are tacky.
History: Really, the story of how Able became the man he is today, starts as he locks himself in a bathroom, aged twenty, and with more than a kilo of coke under his jacket. Some $12,000 in debt to a drug cartel, it's not difficult to see how the most logical recourse for him was to attempt suicide. Of course, being $12,000 in debt to a drug cartel, this meant that the natural way to do so was to overdose on cocaine, therefore wasting even more of their product. One kilo later, and wondering how he wasn't dead, Able passed out.

Now, most people would die if they tried to take a kilo of cocaine in one go. Able was not most people. When the door to the bathroom was busted open, he found himself facing down two men with handguns, very much alive. The fact that he had a nosebleed so large that he had a stain reaching from collar to belt didn't really bother him that much, if he was perfectly honest.

If the cartel members had pulled the trigger then and there, the story would have been over. Instead, they slammed his head into the sink, which was still covered in powder. Although only a tiny does, Able finally got the high he had been chasing since his first ever usage of the drug... And he began seeing in perfect clarity. Half a minute later, he was left with two dead goons, a pennknife in his hand, and no clue what had happened to him.

From here, things only went up. His powers were discovered, and thoroughly explored. Able went from junkie with debts to a member of the gang he had been indebted too, and through increasingly bizarre power grabs, made it all the way to the top. Once there, he secured his position through some impressively ruthless politiking. With his position secured, he realised his unique skills, and... interesting outlook on things made him a positively fantastic assassin. Plus, it was an excellent advertisement to his own business.

Battle Rites

Combat Style: Able is a man of distance. Specifically, ever so slightly further than a beam katana. His spear has further reach, and his reflexes mean that he's often pinpoint accurate with his revolvers. Of course, this is reliant on him getting everyone's favourite party drug in his system, which is... Usually not an issue.

Equipment: As much cocaine as he can physically fit into his pockets, along with various amounts of drug-related paraphernalia. He also carries his trusty beam-spear (unusual in that it is essentially custom made, albeit based off of two older model of beam katanas. This essentially makes it 'double ended,') as well as two .66 custom revolvers, nicknamed the 'White Devils.'

Powers: Able has a... Unique relationship with Benzoylmethylecgonine, or as pretty much everyone who isn't a scientist knows it as: Cocaine. Able has ingested so much of the drug that he has become totally inured to the normal effects of it. He no longer can overdose, and his body is hyperefficient at purging it from his system. His highs pass much more quickly than that of a casual user, and every single dose gives the same gratification as the first one ever. What's more, when under the effects of cocaine, Able becomes more powerful in almost every sense of the word. His reactions speed up, and his body can move blurring quickly. Furthermore, his pain threshold is increased immensely, and his metabolism slows dramatically. Whilst high, Able can move fast enough to dodge bullets and, quite literally, shoot the wings off of a fly.

Special Techniques: Able can give people contact highs. This doesn't sound particularly bad at first glance, until you realise what this actually means in practise. As long as Able has skin-to-skin contact, he can pretty much cause anyone to overdose. Of course, this is limited by the aforementioned fact that he has to be able to touch skin, and people who are already cocaine users often have enough resistance to not overdose.

Your Turf

Arena Description: Whilst Able has a lot of places he likes to lounge in, the place he fights in is his major distrusting plant. It's a large, unassuming warehouse, full of cocaine. Stuffed to the gills. He can get soldiers there fast, and lock it down even faster.

Arena Tactics: Able's warehouse is full of cocaine. Just, all of the cocaine. In fact, there's so much cocaine that he gets more and more powerful simply by breathing in, and every time one of the packets or bundles takes a hit, he just gets higher and higher. The more damage his surroundings take, the more powerful Able gets. Finishing fights quickly is the only way to beat him.

Minion Description: Able's soldiers are all toughened men. Drug dealers and gang members, mostly, they are distinct in the fact that they all wear gas masks to cover their mouth and nose, and are armed pretty damn heavily. Assault rifles are the name of the game, with many of his soldiers wearing heavy kevlar vests to boot. Style wise, they're all classy ladies and gents, with trim hair (or hair done up in a ponytail,) and suits. Tattoos covering their body optional.

Other Things

His theme song.

Look at dem red jackets y'all.

Two Relics in a New Age

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No Hope, No Glory, No Problem - A No More Heroes RP

Man, we are filling up fast.

Stranded: Prisoner's Tale (sci-fi/fantasy Med casual)

Lars shook his head a little bit as he stood up, almost as if he was trying to literally shake the dust out of his head. Then he heard a voice. As someone who spent much of their time either being shot at, or shooting at people, you picked up some damn good reactions, the stranger finding himself with a pistol pointed at him before Lars had even turned. As the hunter rotated the rest of his body into position, and pulled his gun closer to himself, supporting the recoil. Not that this particular gun had any recoil, but he had fired more pistols that bucked like mules than he did with ones that seemed to treat Newtonian physics as a suggestion than a rule.

He was surprised to be seeing an elderly man standing across from him, but not fooled. Everyone who was on the Alcatraz was going to be dangerous, regardless of what they looked like. Keeping his gun trained, he tapped the side of his helmet, which pulled up to reveal his own mug. The scar that ran from his brow to his jaw, the tattoos on his scalp, the beard... Exactly what you'd expect of a hardened criminal.

"No offence old man, but I'm not seeing the use in sticking with you. I'm sure you've killed people, since you wouldn't have been stuck on the ship otherwise, but..." He eyed the other prisoner up and down. "I'm not sure how much use you would be from a survival standpoint." He had to look out for one person, and that was himself, especially since this was an unknown world on the edge of the galaxy. If he wanted to get off this rock, he couldn't be wasting time and energy, the prisoner switching from his pistol to his rifle in one smooth movement. As he did so, the glove he was wearing beeped online, a faint blue glow emanating from the fingertips.

"And, let's be honest, I'm sure a man like you appreciates the 'look out for number one' mentality."

@The Angry Goat

No Hope, No Glory, No Problem - A No More Heroes RP

@BCTheEntity

Goit.

No Hope, No Glory, No Problem - A No More Heroes RP

Checking in.

Able Blackthorn

Basics

Name: Able Blackthorn
Codename: Whiteout
Age: 29
Appearance:
Clocking in at a respectable 5'11, and with a build that fits the 'athletic' type easily, Able, whilst certainly conventionally attractive, is hardly extraordinary. He looks to have Mediterranean or Latino blood in him, and to spend a decent chunk of his time in the sun, but neither of which are true. In fact, really the only distinctive thing is his hair- which is a sharp shock of platinum blonde. Old photos show him with black hair, and it's clear that this was the only visual side effect of his 'awakening.'
Personality: It's hard to really pin down Able's personality. This is more to do with the fact that he's strung out almost all the damn time. Unusually for a cocaine junkie, he doesn't seem overly excited- instead very, very laid back, but this calm belies the fact that he has almost superhuman reflexes, and speed to match. The things that can be pinned down is that the man has a very, very short temper, is almost comically playful despite this anger, and absolutely loves being as over the top as he can be. Not tacky though- he despises people who are tacky.
History: Really, the story of how Able became the man he is today, starts as he locks himself in a bathroom, aged twenty, and with more than a kilo of coke under his jacket. Some $12,000 in debt to a drug cartel, it's not difficult to see how the most logical recourse for him was to attempt suicide. Of course, being $12,000 in debt to a drug cartel, this meant that the natural way to do so was to overdose on cocaine, therefore wasting even more of their product. One kilo later, and wondering how he wasn't dead, Able passed out.

Now, most people would die if they tried to take a kilo of cocaine in one go. Able was not most people. When the door to the bathroom was busted open, he found himself facing down two men with handguns, very much alive. The fact that he had a nosebleed so large that he had a stain reaching from collar to belt didn't really bother him that much, if he was perfectly honest.

If the cartel members had pulled the trigger then and there, the story would have been over. Instead, they slammed his head into the sink, which was still covered in powder. Although only a tiny does, Able finally got the high he had been chasing since his first ever usage of the drug... And he began seeing in perfect clarity. Half a minute later, he was left with two dead goons, a pennknife in his hand, and no clue what had happened to him.

From here, things only went up. His powers were discovered, and thoroughly explored. Able went from junkie with debts to a member of the gang he had been indebted too, and through increasingly bizarre power grabs, made it all the way to the top. Once there, he secured his position through some impressively ruthless politiking. With his position secured, he realised his unique skills, and... interesting outlook on things made him a positively fantastic assassin. Plus, it was an excellent advertisement to his own business.

Battle Rites

Combat Style: Able is a man of distance. Specifically, ever so slightly further than a beam katana. His spear has further reach, and his reflexes mean that he's often pinpoint accurate with his revolvers. Of course, this is reliant on him getting everyone's favourite party drug in his system, which is... Usually not an issue.

Equipment: As much cocaine as he can physically fit into his pockets, along with various amounts of drug-related paraphernalia. He also carries his trusty beam-spear (unusual in that it is essentially custom made, albeit based off of two older model of beam katanas. This essentially makes it 'double ended,') as well as two .66 custom revolvers, nicknamed the 'White Devils.'

Powers: Able has a... Unique relationship with Benzoylmethylecgonine, or as pretty much everyone who isn't a scientist knows it as: Cocaine. Able has ingested so much of the drug that he has become totally inured to the normal effects of it. He no longer can overdose, and his body is hyperefficient at purging it from his system. His highs pass much more quickly than that of a casual user, and every single dose gives the same gratification as the first one ever. What's more, when under the effects of cocaine, Able becomes more powerful in almost every sense of the word. His reactions speed up, and his body can move blurring quickly. Furthermore, his pain threshold is increased immensely, and his metabolism slows dramatically. Whilst high, Able can move fast enough to dodge bullets and, quite literally, shoot the wings off of a fly.

Special Techniques: Able can give people contact highs. This doesn't sound particularly bad at first glance, until you realise what this actually means in practise. As long as Able has skin-to-skin contact, he can pretty much cause anyone to overdose. Of course, this is limited by the aforementioned fact that he has to be able to touch skin, and people who are already cocaine users often have enough resistance to not overdose.

Your Turf

Arena Description: Whilst Able has a lot of places he likes to lounge in, the place he fights in is his major distrusting plant. It's a large, unassuming warehouse, full of cocaine. Stuffed to the gills. He can get soldiers there fast, and lock it down even faster.

Arena Tactics: Able's warehouse is full of cocaine. Just, all of the cocaine. In fact, there's so much cocaine that he gets more and more powerful simply by breathing in, and every time one of the packets or bundles takes a hit, he just gets higher and higher. The more damage his surroundings take, the more powerful Able gets. Finishing fights quickly is the only way to beat him.

Minion Description: Able's soldiers are all toughened men. Drug dealers and gang members, mostly, they are distinct in the fact that they all wear gas masks to cover their mouth and nose, and are armed pretty damn heavily. Assault rifles are the name of the game, with many of his soldiers wearing heavy kevlar vests to boot. Style wise, they're all classy ladies and gents, with trim hair (or hair done up in a ponytail,) and suits. Tattoos covering their body optional.

Other Things

His theme song.

Look at dem red jackets y'all.

Civilization - A New End (2.5)

@Chenzor

Has the waiting list changed?

A Tale of Owls and Wolves (Casual Version)

Gunpowder Gnome best Gnome

Name: Pepper-Thirdborn-Of-Salwinspark-and-Deatrich-Extraordinary-tinker-fou-What? Just Pepper and my last name? Dammit. Pepper Hiezelvich.
Continent of Birth: High Mist
Race: Gnome
Class: Bard/Rogue/Warrior. She couldn't decide.
Starter Equipment: Axe-Musket, powder and shot, as many daggers as she can physically fit on her person, explosives, absolutely zero armour, an oversized cape that can be used as a parachute, explosives, some really snazzy boots, a respectable amount of currency, lute (she's trying to make an axe-musket-lute, but at the moment you have to pick two.) Explosives, various odds and ends that she uses for tinkering, tools, and more explosives.
Age: 45
Personality:
Character Traits: Flamboyant, excitable, quick-witted.
Strengths: Anything to do with explosives, interacting wih crowds.
Weaknesses:
Fears: Fucking bats.
Brief History: