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11 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
I just hit mine with the nip bag and let her go nuts. But...that's probably not the best way to punish her.
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11 yrs ago
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Hehe, you've not missed much. Its been a pretty leisurely start in so far. :3c.
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11 yrs ago
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Yeah. At the moment, fire is pretty much the only thing he can...consciously make. But I really have no intention of expanding it until we reach a good ways in. no real point to.
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11 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
Clearly they are in a romance. Entirely for the puns.
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Vince shifted uncomfortably in his chair, looking terrible. He’d never been comfortable with flying in a plane. When you can fly on your own, there is always something so…fundamentally wrong about sitting in a metal tube, held aloft a mile in the air by heavy metal engines and shaped steel. Aside from the surreality of modern flight, there were two other things affecting his mood. Mainly, it was the idea that he, effectively a human napalm fountain, was stuck in a thin metal high over an ocean.
A flare up now would likely kill everyone on board, probably him as well. The though made the bile in his stomach rise threateningly, his face paling. He wanted to not be on board anymore. He wanted to be back in Belgium, take a nap in the homeless shelter, and eat his crappy soup in his crappy bed. His breath starts to become ragged as a panic attack begins to set in, his neighbors giving him queer looks (though, to be fair to them, it was probably because he smelt like a smoked garbage can at the moment, Puriel not having given him much of a chance to shower before shoving him on a plane).
He stands up quickly, “E….excuse me” he mumbles in English quickly, pushing his way to the bathroom. He sits there for twenty or thirty minutes, returning the inflight meal and trying to calm down. The bathroom jars roughly as the plane touches down, Vince quietly listening as the announcements played, hugging the porcelain (in this case, quite literally) throne. Exhausted, and now hungry, he stands up, deciding he should probably leave before someone yells at him. Wincing, he quickly washes his hands, the cold water feeling like molten glass across his skin. Thankfully, he didn’t have a carry on, not really needing one, considering the whole of his possessions fit into a plastic bag. Quickly he gets off the plane, standing around uncomfortably. He silently hoped he had missed an announcement made by the staff or something.
A flare up now would likely kill everyone on board, probably him as well. The though made the bile in his stomach rise threateningly, his face paling. He wanted to not be on board anymore. He wanted to be back in Belgium, take a nap in the homeless shelter, and eat his crappy soup in his crappy bed. His breath starts to become ragged as a panic attack begins to set in, his neighbors giving him queer looks (though, to be fair to them, it was probably because he smelt like a smoked garbage can at the moment, Puriel not having given him much of a chance to shower before shoving him on a plane).
He stands up quickly, “E….excuse me” he mumbles in English quickly, pushing his way to the bathroom. He sits there for twenty or thirty minutes, returning the inflight meal and trying to calm down. The bathroom jars roughly as the plane touches down, Vince quietly listening as the announcements played, hugging the porcelain (in this case, quite literally) throne. Exhausted, and now hungry, he stands up, deciding he should probably leave before someone yells at him. Wincing, he quickly washes his hands, the cold water feeling like molten glass across his skin. Thankfully, he didn’t have a carry on, not really needing one, considering the whole of his possessions fit into a plastic bag. Quickly he gets off the plane, standing around uncomfortably. He silently hoped he had missed an announcement made by the staff or something.
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I'd imagine there is a certain lack of showers in the hobo hotels. That said, he probably can shower, its just not a pleasant experience for him. That or...smoke bath?
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Name: Vincent Myska
Alias: Eigenstate
Age: 23
Personality:(Paragraph) Vincent is a mousy individual, to say the least. In school he was an easy target for bullies, a trait which (unfortunately) has stuck all too well. Possibly feeding this cycle is his preference for the company of strong authority figures (good or bad) because of the sense of control they give him.
However, despite his meekness, he is eager to help out in what he calls ‘the war on crime’. He is almost obsessively thorough, often approaching investigations with the level headedness of veteran (though, reach dead ends or him coming to the wrong conclusion can sometimes result in a small fit of pouting.)
Appearance:
Power: In a very general sense, Vincent seems to control electrons. How he does it has never been given much investigation, but Vincent believes the following. All human bodies emit a very slight, weak, electromagnetic field. His body emits a similar field, though much larger (currently his range of absolute control is about a six foot radius.)
Using this field, he is able to charge particles in the air, ionizing them and creating fire. To control the fire, he believes that he uses strong magnetic fields on the atomic level, bending the plasma to his whim. This magnetic field also allows a few other neat tricks, such as being entirely flame proof (sadly, the same cannot be said for any clothing he wears), and the ability to levitate on heated pockets of air.
The downside to all this is that he finds water or any other flame retardant substance crippling. It physically pains him to shower, much less be completely submerged in water. Strong rains have even rendered him entirely powerless, and he often has difficulty maintaining consciousness during storms.
Skills: Being from a rural background, he does not have any exceptional close combat skills. However, he is familiar with the basic principles of forensic science and criminal investigation. He is also somewhat versed in electronic communication, having played with CB radios as a hobby during his highschool days. As an added bonus, he is trilingual, speaking Polish, German, and English fluently.
Gear/Equipment/Weapons: Vincent is a ranged fighter, who prefers to use his powers to any equipment. As such, he tends not to carry much. However, given that his powers often burn away clothing, he does tend to carry a few spare outfits around (generally two).
Bio: Vincent’s mother was a lawyer for the state of Poland, specializing in high profile criminal cases. She was a strong advocate of death sentences, a trait which won her no favor with Poland’s seedy underworld. At the time of Vincent’s conception, she was acting as head prosecutor in the trail of a high level Mafioso.
The gangster was accused of smuggling cold war era chemical weapons out for Russia to sell on the African market, an act which he had been caught red headed. In the final week of the trial, there was an unfortunate accident. An active weapon had been submitted in place of its model replacement, resulting in the deaths of 23 people, and the accidental exposure of another 140. Vincent’s mother, while in critical condition, did survive, and had her son a few months later, with little to no signs of adverse effects, much to the shock of his mother and doctors.
Still, it was taken as a sign of good fortune, his mother opting to retire to take care of him. Outside of the occasional intense fever, he had a normal childhood. He had managed to complete two years of college before his abilities first manifest themselves. At first, they were little things. A constant pestering fever, occasional sparking. He always tried dismissing these events, hoping it was just test anxiety getting to him.
One day, in between classes, Vincent returned to his dorm room for a nap. It was finals week, and what he thought was an illness had kept him out of classes for a better part of half the semester. His sleep was restless, plagued with dread at what he would tell his mother when he failed this semester. When he awoke, he found that his dorm was a towering inferno. Understandably freaked out, he fled from the building.
Although no one had died from the fire, Vincent would spend the next few years a vagrant, taking two years to try and learn how to control his new and unwelcomed abilities. Working as a street performer for spare cash, he made it as far as Belgium before Puriel managed to get in contact with him. With some reluctance, he agreed to the deal, hoping that the organization would help him find a way to more fully control his powers, if not help suppress them entirely.
Theme Song:
Other:(Sadly had to abandon the quantum physics character. The ideas I had were...just not balanced one I gave them more thought)
Alias: Eigenstate
Age: 23
Personality:(Paragraph) Vincent is a mousy individual, to say the least. In school he was an easy target for bullies, a trait which (unfortunately) has stuck all too well. Possibly feeding this cycle is his preference for the company of strong authority figures (good or bad) because of the sense of control they give him.
However, despite his meekness, he is eager to help out in what he calls ‘the war on crime’. He is almost obsessively thorough, often approaching investigations with the level headedness of veteran (though, reach dead ends or him coming to the wrong conclusion can sometimes result in a small fit of pouting.)
Appearance:
Power: In a very general sense, Vincent seems to control electrons. How he does it has never been given much investigation, but Vincent believes the following. All human bodies emit a very slight, weak, electromagnetic field. His body emits a similar field, though much larger (currently his range of absolute control is about a six foot radius.)
Using this field, he is able to charge particles in the air, ionizing them and creating fire. To control the fire, he believes that he uses strong magnetic fields on the atomic level, bending the plasma to his whim. This magnetic field also allows a few other neat tricks, such as being entirely flame proof (sadly, the same cannot be said for any clothing he wears), and the ability to levitate on heated pockets of air.
The downside to all this is that he finds water or any other flame retardant substance crippling. It physically pains him to shower, much less be completely submerged in water. Strong rains have even rendered him entirely powerless, and he often has difficulty maintaining consciousness during storms.
Skills: Being from a rural background, he does not have any exceptional close combat skills. However, he is familiar with the basic principles of forensic science and criminal investigation. He is also somewhat versed in electronic communication, having played with CB radios as a hobby during his highschool days. As an added bonus, he is trilingual, speaking Polish, German, and English fluently.
Gear/Equipment/Weapons: Vincent is a ranged fighter, who prefers to use his powers to any equipment. As such, he tends not to carry much. However, given that his powers often burn away clothing, he does tend to carry a few spare outfits around (generally two).
Bio: Vincent’s mother was a lawyer for the state of Poland, specializing in high profile criminal cases. She was a strong advocate of death sentences, a trait which won her no favor with Poland’s seedy underworld. At the time of Vincent’s conception, she was acting as head prosecutor in the trail of a high level Mafioso.
The gangster was accused of smuggling cold war era chemical weapons out for Russia to sell on the African market, an act which he had been caught red headed. In the final week of the trial, there was an unfortunate accident. An active weapon had been submitted in place of its model replacement, resulting in the deaths of 23 people, and the accidental exposure of another 140. Vincent’s mother, while in critical condition, did survive, and had her son a few months later, with little to no signs of adverse effects, much to the shock of his mother and doctors.
Still, it was taken as a sign of good fortune, his mother opting to retire to take care of him. Outside of the occasional intense fever, he had a normal childhood. He had managed to complete two years of college before his abilities first manifest themselves. At first, they were little things. A constant pestering fever, occasional sparking. He always tried dismissing these events, hoping it was just test anxiety getting to him.
One day, in between classes, Vincent returned to his dorm room for a nap. It was finals week, and what he thought was an illness had kept him out of classes for a better part of half the semester. His sleep was restless, plagued with dread at what he would tell his mother when he failed this semester. When he awoke, he found that his dorm was a towering inferno. Understandably freaked out, he fled from the building.
Although no one had died from the fire, Vincent would spend the next few years a vagrant, taking two years to try and learn how to control his new and unwelcomed abilities. Working as a street performer for spare cash, he made it as far as Belgium before Puriel managed to get in contact with him. With some reluctance, he agreed to the deal, hoping that the organization would help him find a way to more fully control his powers, if not help suppress them entirely.
Theme Song:
Other:(Sadly had to abandon the quantum physics character. The ideas I had were...just not balanced one I gave them more thought)
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Forum: Casual Roleplay
Howdy everyone!
(Just to get a few questions I have out of the way)
1) Would you feel comfortable with another person in or do you guys feel you're getting a little full?
2) Do you have objections to powers based (very loosely) on quantum mechanics?
(Just to get a few questions I have out of the way)
1) Would you feel comfortable with another person in or do you guys feel you're getting a little full?
2) Do you have objections to powers based (very loosely) on quantum mechanics?
Hey. sorry for not posting. Everything has sort of exploded on my end of things, so for the forseeable future, I wont be able to commit to an RP right now. Sorry guys :(
Might take me a little to get a post up.Doing D&D stuff today. Thankfully its MLK day so I should have some free time.
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