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7 yrs ago
Happy Thanksgiving!
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7 yrs ago
When you see that you no longer owe anymore posts and have nothing to write *insanity ensues* Aaaaah!HSkjhaksjhdjf
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9 yrs ago
Happy Birthday to me.
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Hello all. I am an experienced writer who is writing my own fiction stories on the side. I can role play any genre. What I love most is being able to go-all-out when weaving tales with other writers. It just makes the story more interesting, so I can't wait to write with you. :)

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@1Charak2What would make it acceptable?
@1Charak2Being made of hair? O_O Does it gross you out or something?




Oswald is an unusual boy. Long black hair, its condition dependent on his mood. When he’s stressed, there will be knots and tangles in his hair. When he’s in a pleasant mood, his hair will be silky and smooth with a healthy sheen. When he’s angry, his hair tends to raise—sometimes that can also be due to static if he drags his feet. Hollow and empty circular sockets are where eyes might have been once. His mouth is empty of any teeth or muscles, which would allow a human to speak. Oz has long accepted that he is no longer human. He stands at 5’11” and is slender in stature though he can make his physique thick or as thin as rope. Oz is a boy composed entirely of living hair.





16



July 23 (Leo)



5'11"



172 lbs.



Oswald knows that his appearance is stranger than most mutant-types. He’s endured other mutants calling him a freak and has accepted it. The insults: Hairy, Furball, Hairball, Cousin It, and so on; barely scratch him. Long ago, they used to but he taught himself to stop feeling sorry for himself and to embrace his quirk. Besides, he is certain that he has the best hair in the world. He’s very laid-back, modest, and never the first to volunteer for anything. He is so used to blending into the background, being ignored that its become subconscious to be silent while he sits in the back of the class. There are certain humans that he’s sensitive to. The frail and weak—those who are bullied. They don’t have to like him. He won’t tolerate anyone else being belittled because he knew what it used to feel like. Oswald likes to consider himself the emotional stronger person. He can take it. After all, he isn’t human. He isn’t anything.

The hair boy can be a little socially awkward with social butterflies. He isn’t used to being talked to on a regular basis, so it will take him time to grow used to the person trying to engage him. He may ignore the person if they come on too strong—mostly as a defense mechanism. When he speaks, he is very mild-mannered and rarely will ever raise his voice. He’s never really had to.



Oswald is the son of the pro-hero and mutant Sasquatch or otherwise known as Harold Crabtree. His mother is a hair stylist and pro-hero called, Haira (sounds like “Hera”) also otherwise known as Jessica Crabtree. It was no surprise that a big hairy hulk and a Rapunzel would fall in love. The two were a match made in some…hair salon up in Heaven somewhere. When Oswald was first born, they were horrified, fearing that Jessica had given birth to a lump of hair. It was Oswald’s cries that alerted the doctor that the ball of hair was a child. After a good shampoo, condition, and detangling solution, Jessica was able to see her child and she loved him ever since. Well, “him” wasn’t decided until later. The Crabtrees couldn’t tell if their child was a boy or a girl until he learned to speak. Since then, the Crabtrees dressed him on and off in boy and girl clothes just to see which ones he preferred. It was a strange mix. Oswald never had a preference until he entered grade school. When the other children believed him to be a boy, they ridiculed him not only for being a freak but for wearing girl clothes. It was the beginning of a lonely life.

The hairball didn’t go to birthday parties. He tried playing soccer to hopefully gain friends, but even with him being a decent player, his own team still didn’t hang with him. He found himself being swallowed up by society. He was drowning, sliding into the back to the point that not even his teachers noticed he was there or gone. Oswald learned to stop resisting and allowed his life to go where it was naturally headed. It was easier to do so, and he had since grown comfortable in his bubble. He was able to focus on his studies and not have to worry about drama. At 13-years-old, he had amazed himself by protecting another kid from a bully. The kid had never thanked him, but it didn’t matter, saving someone brought him overwhelming contentment. So that was why his parents were heroes. That was what it felt like to help someone; to protect them.

Oswald approached his parents when they were available with his determination to follow them down the heroic path. His father was all for it, but his mother was scared for her boy. She knew that Oswald hadn’t seen how dangerous the real world could be but her son was too determined. While Oswald could have used his parents as reputable references to get into UA, he didn’t want to ride his parents’ ponytails into a good school. He wanted to get into one on his own ability.







@DecoyHere's the main game. The page I linked you directly to explains each position. You can read the Turk section as well as read the IC and see how the current Turk players function together. They're such a small group compared to the SOLDIERs, but they play a very important role.

Link!
@1Charak2I would like to join if you'll have me. I'm going to be presenting a very unique/odd character. :D

Hey everybody,

So this game has been running for two months now. There are a few roles that I'd be interested in seeing more of:

1. Turks
2. AVALANCHE (if there is an interest)

We're approaching the conclusion of two of our ongoing missions. If you think you'd be interested in this game, now is a good time to drop some CSes for review. Please let me know if you think you'll be interested in AVALANCHE. AVALANCHE is currently GMed by me, but having some players actually planning the sabotage I feel can make the game even more unexpected and interesting. :D
GM





The Final Countdown


The driver smiled sheepishly when Damian responded to him. He turned to Scarlet, hand cupping the voice box of the phone, “Ma’am, the 1st Class SOLDIERs believe that a threat still exists.”

“They had hours to secure this base! What is Hojo creating? Super-powered children? My droids would have had Junon secured in minutes if they hadn’t been taken over!” Scarlet screamed, her white-gloved hands clenched into angry fists. Mad was an understatement. She was furious! “Heidgger will hear about this! They will all be punished! They will perform 3rd Class duties!”

Scarlet whirled and strutted back over to her limousine. The driver didn’t have to worry about hanging up for Damian had already done so. The 1st Class SOLDIERs seemed lost and uncertain of their duties now that the Metal Cricket was vanquished. The Shinra Troop continued to evacuate casualties and suppress the rogue droids. Pleas for assistance were soon called from all around.

The Turks were requesting assistance catching the one responsible for the rogue mechas and Damian in his insubordination and persistence to get to the bottom of the attack discovered a bomb at the foot of the Sister Ray. Unfortunately, in the time it took the 1st Class SOLDIERs to gather and deal with the Metal Cricket, there wasn’t enough time for a proper bomb disposal unit to reach his location.



It wasn’t certain if the bomb was safe to be disturbed. Could a disturbance set it off? If the bomb wasn’t handled in two minutes, then the supports of the Sister Ray would be destroyed, and the damages to Junon phenomenal.



AVALANCHE

Jesse heard unusually swift footsteps behind her and glanced over her shoulder to see that a suit was chasing her. Frowning, she cursed under her breath and shoved her right hand into her pants pocket. Her fingers punched into the keys of her phone a message to her group.

JAY: I got a tail.
(she wouldn’t see it)
CHEESE: We’re close! Keep going!

Jesse withdrew her hand, balling it into a fist to power her run. The wind strangely started to pick up. It pulled on her clothes, slowing her until she was forced to stop and firmly plant her feet. She raised her arms before her face, her brown hair whipping about her head until the tornado threw her into the air. The hacker cried out as she was hurled in a violent rotation skyward. When the tornado faded, her body struck the hard turf, the blow winding her as she lay temporarily unmoving.

Before the Turk boss had a chance to apprehend her, a military jeep screeched to a halt before Landon, cutting him off from reaching Jesse. A driver with black face paint and a red headband grinned at the Turk as he aimed his pistol at him.

“Don’t get any ideas,” Biggs warned him.

Wedge was standing in the back. He had a gun to the head of what appeared to be a gravely injured Shinra Trooper. It was Sigurd! The trooper was barely hanging on. He had lost a lot of blood, and strangely, it hadn’t been the SOLDIERs to save him. No; they had abandoned him—probably too caught up in the fight. The baby-face Wedge frowned as menacing as he could muster at Sticks.

“You touch her and this trooper dies!” Wedge threatened.

Great; now I’m a hostage. Just what I wanted to be, Sigurd mused. He stared weakly at Sticks too exhausted to even feel scared. Am I gonna make it?...
@Member 00492Oh snap. I was not expecting you to be timezone specific. Most people ignore those details.
@Member 00492I see that the Star City incident takes place in the morning and the Monitor Duty in the afternoon? Were the times meant to be swapped so that monitor duty is at 11:30AM and the Star City situation at 1:30PM? Or were you planning for someone to already just be involved with the Star City situation in the morning?





The green Army men continued to fire upon the crowd as they continued to emerge from the metro. Minecraft Steve attempted to save them from the direct fire with a wooden block, but the block was too brittle to resist the rapid fire destruction of automatic weaponry. Green soldiers shot at the block and those humans who popped up around it. Eventually, the bodies lying at the entrance of the metro discourage anymore humans from attempting to climb that stairwell that was until James tackled the egg-stealer, revealing it among them.

“It’s the monster!” a woman panicked. The humans surrounding James and the Egg-Stealer began to flee up the stairwell once again.

The egg-stealer’s uneven, long and short, cube-like teeth were clinched in a vicious smile as its black Grinch-like hands struggled with James to keep his knife at bay. As it struggled with James, its strength started to increase. Its fingers elongated as its body grew beneath him, growing back into the tall and creepy body snatcher. Its teeth parted as its spooky laugh escaped the black abyss that was its face:

Hahaha!

Its fingers didn’t seem to stop stretching. They wrapped and coiled about James’s knifehand like snakes and wound down his arm, beginning to spread across his armor. If it hadn’t for the resilience of his gear, he would have felt the constriction attempting to snap every bone in his body. Its second hand grasped his other arm pinning him down, spreading across his body like weeds.

Hahaha!

The body snatcher was soon able to rise to its feet without much struggle. It looked about for its sack. Was it hoping to steal James? The beast noticed it where it had left it and with its blurring speed that James would be able to witness firsthand, the tall creature had crossed the tunnel over to its demonic bag. The bag started to move. It raised its gaping mouth toward its master, acknowledging its presence and began spreading its mouth to receive its next meal.

When Fox appeared with his bubble barrier, the Army men dove to the street to avoid the fire that started reflecting back at them.

“Cease fire!” the green officer ordered.

The green Army men lowered their weapons as the green officer glared at Fox. He had some nerve thinking that he could order his men. They had orders from Guile! The civilians were dazed, tired, and terrified. They were pinned between the green army and the monster. It was an absolute nightmare.

As for Naija, if the Gnorc mutants had salvaged any cell of intelligence, they might have fled after seeing their buddy get turned into Gnorc pudding. But they remained in their pursuit of her. She was the only target in their sights seeing as the other heroes split.




XP Initiated!


GM Note: From here on out, all players will be required to keep track of their word count. XP will be awarded every GM post. Be sure to check the XP hider to see how much XP your character earned. Remember to keep your CSes updated. I have seen players slack in keeping their XP up-to-date and they have lost XP points because of it. I didn't take the XP away from them, they just didn't keep track of the XP on their own. It is YOUR responsibility if you want your character to level.

P.O.


If a player is inactive for more than 3 days without letting the GMs know of any delays, then the player can be skipped over on the 4th day. If a player does not wish to post, then they can Mention the GM and let the GM know he or she "Passes" on his or her turn.

P.O.: James, Robin, Shantae, Naija, Fox, and Cloud.

Boss: Gnasty Gnorc
Health Status: DEAD
Location: Hell
Characters Directly Affected: None

Boss: Egg Snatcher to Body Snatcher
Health Status: Amber
Location: Putting James in a bind
Characters Directly Affected: James

Total Enemies: 3
Minions: 2 - Mutant Horror Goblins

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