Goblinesque

The Greenbriar Miracles

Hey guys. Really sorry about this. But school and work are too difficult to manage alongside this RP. I really wanted to go somewhere with this, I loved the concept. But I have neither the time nor creative energy to manage it alongside maintaining school, a job, and existing OOG relationships. Best wishes, but consider me out.

The Greenbriar Miracles

The night had arrived quickly, and with it came the lights that heralded his own birth. His own defiance of odds.

Buster had left his dojo some time after sunset, riding his bike home to catch some well needed sleep before his early morning began the next day. But as he rode in the dark, the coastal horizon leapt into color. Lights danced across the night sky and without a thought Buster's bicycle came to a sudden halt.

That's weird... I didn't press the brakes. I didn't hit anything, I'm still on the seat. What the hell?

As Buster sat and contemplated this strange cessation of motion when all of a sudden he detected a bright light from his right periphery. His eyes dashed toward them, two bright lights. Growing quickly.

Those are headlights! This is the road. Jump Buster, goddamnit jump and you might live.

And jump he did, signals fired through his brain and the command to jump raced through his muscles and as they tensed to move he found himself not frightened into immobility, but in a sea of molasses. His body moved sluggishly, like he was on a sunday stroll rather than diving for his life.

Damnit I'm dead. His final thoughts, simple as they might have been, rattled in his head as the truck turned him into a fine paste on the asphalt. Or tried to at least.

Wait. Shit. I'm not. Why is my arm suddenly cold?

Buster's sudden chill was in fact the cold windblown steel of the truck's front end set lightly along his right forearm. Halfway off of his bike, mid leap, buster paused and fell right onto his head.

Ow- wu...wu..wait that's supposed to hurt.

In fact buster landed like a feather on the ground. His fall imparting no harm upon him. As he sluggishly regained his footing the driver of the car, Alphonso, who delivered for the local specialty shop rushed to look at the corpse he had just made and instead found an undamaged bicycle and more surprisingly an undamaged eighteen year old man.

“Are you okay? I guess I owe it to myself for horanging Mr. Gutierrez to change those brake pads. I almost sent you flying didn't I?”

Buster honestly wasn't sure if he was okay.

“I... I think so. I mean I'm not dead. It's okay Al, you stopped in time. Keep an eye out though, now that it's summer lots of kids are out at night. I'm real tired, so I gotta get home. I won't rat on you.”

“Oh shit kid. I will. Fuck I don't think either of us are gonna be that lucky for a while. Used up a whole lotta karma on that one huh? Fuck g'night kid and thanks I don't need Manny riding me any more than he does.”

“It's no problem Al, I ain't mad. Drive safe. Maybe call out sick and get some shut eye, you musta been tired”

“Okay I will.” And as Alphonso reentered his truck, Buster, with perhaps a little too much effort, trudged his bike and body to the curb.

What the hell was that? Al was going 35 in that 25 zone easy, there's no way he had enough time to stop. The newest brakes in the world couldn't stop that thing that quick. And why did my bike stop all of a sudden? Why didn't my fall hurt. AND WHY THE HELL WON'T MY BODY MOVE RIGHT?

Buster was struck with a million questions. As Alphonso drove away into the night and he was left alone on the sidewalk with only his thoughts. Yet in all of that confusion, he was struck with a spell of complete madness. With some strain buster moved his arms behind his back, stood on his toes and fell. Fell forward right onto his six times broken nose just to see. Willing to risk a seventh just to know.

Buster watched the world swim past him, as the shrubs glistening with that afternoon's shower passed him by, as the sidewalk grew into a gray horizon that stretch out to meet him he found himself ever so comfortably balancing on the sidewalk by his nose.

What in the FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK.

Buster slowly stood, terrified of his new reality. Terrified of what it could mean. In a panic Buster grasped for the large concrete stepping stone in Mr. and Mrs. Calhoun's flower garden, held it above his head and dropped it. Easily 40 pounds of stone, right on to his, comparatively fragile noggin.

And it just sat there, balancing perfectly before slowly succumbing to its imperfect center of balance and fell onto his toe. Balancing precariously once more before falling to the ground with a loud slam.

This woke Buster from his dazed confusion and astonishment at his newfound invulnerability. As quickly as he could he collected his bike and walked it home, not trusting it to carry him away from suspicion. He managed to skulk away before front doors began opening. Making his way home without further event, his only companion a myriad of questions to which he was not sure would ever find answers.

As he quietly entered his house, unmet by his parents who remained sleeping, Buster's intense thought carried him all the way to his bed, slumping into it without changing. When all of a sudden he was struck by the sudden realization. For all his apparent difficulty moving swiftly he wasn't actually all that tired. His muscles seemed to be perfectly fine considering that he had essentially been resistance training since the lights had appeared. It was not as if his power made him work any harder, or make his body any tougher. Something else was at play here and he was going to get to the bottom of it.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP. Huh. Wuh. Why are you saying that Scarlet? Beep beep? And we were getting to know each other so well? BEEP BEEP BEEP. Ms. Johanssen that's not a very ladylike thing to sa-

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

“Beep beep, yeah I fucking get it.” he said to the ceiling.

Buster awoke fresh to his four a.m. alarm. Eager to begin his day of experimentation with his friends Cody and Terence.

“Well let's see what the hell this was all about.”

The Greenbriar Miracles

Fill me in real quick. What's the timeframe here? Have we graduated? What month is it? What time of day did the lights occur? I just want to make sure my work doesn't conflict with others.

The Greenbriar Miracles

Here it is. Might update in the future when I get more time to pad him out.

Buster "Concussion" Buchanan

Name: Buster “Concussion” Buchanan

Appearance: Seven foot one, about 285 pounds during the season, 300 give or take when off season. His translucently white skin lay atop a thick layer of fat that surrounds steel cable martial artist's muscle. Bright red hair. Face absolutely covered with freckles and busted apart from years upon years of combat sports. His nose broken six times, his jaw twice, his skull once and a couple other minor fractures have slowly molded his baby face into a truly impressive mug. An expression of unending, bottomless hormonal rage haunts his face when he's in the zone. A dopey innocent grin when he's not. He's a reputation as a strict, dutiful, yet understanding teacher and role model to his students, which has garnered him a great amount of respect amongst the townspeople.

Personality: His personality is driven, corely, by his unending, bottomless hormonal rage. As though angst itself rested within his heart personified. His busy life has ground most complex relationships he might have had a chance of maintaining into fine dust, leaving him a ball of stress with one true outlet... Unrelenting poisonous viking bloodlust that can only be sated in Hand to Hand combat. When he stands atop the mat it's easy to think that he has something out for his opponent as his swift motions and denial on principal to pull punches often has the appearance of behaviour intended to hospitalize people. Though to those in the know his sharp reflexes and mastery of his craft leave his opponents seldom more than winded or dizzy, as he is deadly afraid of causing lasting or Debilitating Injury in the name of sport.
Likes: Martial Arts, Children, his oldest friend Cody, his only other friend Terence, sweet little Doris at the old folks home, romance novels that he buys, reads in a night, and then throws away in the fishmonger's dumpster, girls.

Dislikes: Losing, adults that gamble on his wrestling matches, the fact that he has so little time that he can't even find any to whack off, stupid fucking Pearl and her shitty husband Gerard at the old folks home, girls. Oh and his mother calling him BuBu.

Hobbies: Martial Arts, his guilty secret addiction to bad romance novels, his guiltier, more secret addiction to writing his own romance novel fanfiction that he will type in the middle of the night and then subsequently delete,

Background: Infuriated that the opposite sex wanted nothing to do with him, Buster Buchanan turned to the one thing he had a gigantic body capable of mowing down all opposition. Buster ran undefeated in wrestling regionally, perhaps that was because there were only four other students in his weight class. Statewide he lost twice in his freshman year. Once his Growth Spurt fully arrived he was a national contender each year following, coming second in the nation. Buster in his spare time also studies and teaches Judo and boxing at the youth center. His ability to balance top level sports performance, a record of philanthropic efforts, and to boot a solid 3.11 GPA has garnered him an amount of popularity amongst his peers and something of a cult following by the sport hungry townsfolk that cheered him on around the state and nation.

However all is not all laurels and accolades for Buster, his expansive extracurricular schedule has taken away all but precious few minutes during his week for social interaction, perhaps once every two or three weeks can he steal more than an hour to spend with friends, let alone try to put in the effort to find a girlfriend. His life is a ball of chaos and despite his love for what he does he had begun to crack under the pressure midway into his senior year, holding on for dear life for the remainder he has decided to cut absolutely loose upon graduation. Maybe even give up on his full ride to OSU and finally do something off schedule, maybe something a little crazy.

Inertial Dampening: His body absorbs kinetic energy after a certain threshold. Anything that hits him hard enough will suddenly lose almost all of its inertia. This goes both ways, making him unable to hit anything faster than 3 meters per second(a good boxer is between 12 and 20, apparently) without all of the force behind it completely vanishing.

A New Tournament?

Real quick gimme a couple comparison characters or character arcs to compare powerlevel to.

We talking raditz saga goku? Golden age superman? Greed island arc Gon Freecs?

A New Tournament?

This still on? Cause I could use some warmup for more story driven ones. If not PM me and we could 1 one 1 to draw some attention. Do a little exhibition match to drum up business.

The Greenbriar Miracles

Alright before I post it to the character board, here's my rough draft. I dropped the slinger and went jock instead. Lemme know if this fits genre and you'd like to roleplay with him.

Buster "Concussion" Buchanan

Name: Buster “Concussion” Buchanan

Appearance: Seven foot one, about 285 pounds during the season, 300 give or take when off season. His translucently white skin lay atop a thick layer of fat that surrounds steel cable martial artist's muscle. Bright red hair. Face absolutely covered with freckles and busted apart from years upon years of combat sports. His nose broken six times, his jaw twice, his skull once and a couple other minor fractures have slowly molded his baby face into a truly impressive mug. An expression of unending, bottomless hormonal rage haunts his face when he's in the zone. A dopey innocent grin when he's not. He's a reputation as a strict, dutiful, yet understanding teacher and role model to his students, which has garnered him a great amount of respect amongst the townspeople.

Personality: His personality is driven, corely, by his unending, bottomless hormonal rage. As though angst itself rested within his heart personified. His busy life has ground most complex relationships he might have had a chance of maintaining into fine dust, leaving him a ball of stress with one true outlet... Unrelenting poisonous viking bloodlust that can only be sated in hand to hand combat. When he stands atop the mat it's easy to think that he has something out for his opponent as his swift motions and denial on principal to pull punches often has the appearance of behaviour intended to hospitalize people. Though to those in the know his sharp reflexes and mastery of his craft leave his opponents seldom more than winded or dizzy, as he is deadly afraid of causing lasting or debilitating injury in the name of sport.
Likes: Martial Arts, Children, his oldest friend Cody, his only other friend Terence, sweet little Doris at the old folks home, romance novels that he buys, reads in a night, and then throws away in the fishmonger's dumpster, girls.

Dislikes: Losing, adults that gamble on his wrestling matches, the fact that he has so little time that he can't even find any to whack off, stupid fucking Pearl and her shitty husband Gerard at the old folks home, girls. Oh and his mother calling him BuBu.

Hobbies: Martial Arts, his guilty secret addiction to bad romance novels, his guiltier, more secret addiction to writing his own romance novel fanfiction that he will type in the middle of the night and then subsequently delete,

Background: Infuriated that the opposite sex wanted nothing to do with him, Buster Buchanan turned to the one thing he had a gigantic body capable of mowing down all opposition. Buster ran undefeated in wrestling regionally, perhaps that was because there were only four other students in his weight class. Statewide he lost twice in his freshman year. Once his growth spurt fully arrived he was a national contender each year following, coming second in the nation. Buster in his spare time also studies and teaches Judo and boxing at the youth center. His ability to balance top level sports performance, a record of philanthropic efforts, and to boot a solid 3.11 GPA has garnered him an amount of popularity amongst his peers and something of a cult following by the sport hungry townsfolk that cheered him on around the state and nation.

However all is not all laurels and accolades for Buster, his expansive extracurricular schedule has taken away all but precious few minutes during his week for social interaction, perhaps once every two or three weeks can he steal more than an hour to spend with friends, let alone try to put in the effort to find a girlfriend. His life is a ball of chaos and despite his love for what he does he had begun to crack under the pressure midway into his senior year, holding on for dear life for the remainder he has decided to cut absolutely loose upon graduation. Maybe even give up on his full ride to OSU and finally do something off schedule, maybe something a little crazy.

The Greenbriar Miracles

Say... how big is the graduating class exactly? How many Miracles were there? Cause I assume SOME of them must have moved away in 18 years. Is there a section for little bits of trivia like that?

The Greenbriar Miracles

@Goblinesque We actually already have a drug dealer too. That's why I've called on the other players to bring their CSes over, so we don't make a bunch of repeats.

@Gisk

Haha, well damn. I mean if they introduce their character into this one I'll drop mine, cause I kinda centered him on the concept.

All things considered there could be two of them, drug dealers don't sell every drug in the world.

If you don't mind I'd love a short list of tropes that have already been had, so that I can start up a character without fear of having to scrap it on grounds of seniority, I'm happy to dispose of this one but I'd like to mitigate that sort of thing.

The Greenbriar Miracles

Does my character have to actually attend the highschool or can I make him a dropout in their age-range? If not then maybe he's just a flunkie graduating by the good graces of teachers and staff see potential in him. I can play it either way. My goal is to make him a burnout drug dealer or something to the effect. It's not going to be as one dimensional as that, but that's the high concept thus far. That said it's not rock solid, if the idea of introducing drug use makes any of the other players uncomfortable I'll change gears immediately. But there's always one of them, especially in little towns, and I feel it's unrealistic to portray a school without that sort of influence as it's pervasive across the united states, especially areas that aren't flourishing economically. The idea is to seat him in the trailer park, use the money to support his family, all the while avoiding suspicion and the law.

Edit: Haha, I should have looked at the character you built before submitting this, it seems like you had a similar idea for your character concept. I can definitely take what I have a mould it to be non-intersecting with your concept. Kindred spirits maybe, but two different characters living two different lives.