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Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

it's a way to avoid being cast in petty wars and noble powerplays.

Nothing will go wrong...right?

@AtomicNut

*cackles off to the side*

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

I think I am going to go with a more standard sword with the power to cause sudden overgrowth, to embody the Gardener name.
I'm deciding between rapier and longsword.

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

I think I am going to change my guy's weapon and it's power a little. Somehow it feels like I am stepping on the other heavy-fighter's toes by having a dagger that becomes a greatsword.

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

I would love to see a full matriarchal society, women are the life givers, so it is easier to trace lineage of who came from who.

S.H.I.E.L.D Academy

Happy summer solstace to all you heathens.

The City of Masks (Watchmen-inspired RP)

@Guess Who So not to assume, but is he still a cop to earn a living wage?

I think it would be funny as hell if the two worked together between uniform and costume.

The City of Masks (Watchmen-inspired RP)

WIP

Name:
Andrew Star (family changed name to get out from under fear of 'Communist China")
Age:
35
Gender:
Male
Appearance:
5'5" 150 with a gymnast build. He know's he's not the most physically intimidating of heroes.


Bio: (Backstory. How did they become a Vigilante? What have they done so far?)

Personality:
He tries to be calm and collected, but try finding inner peace in a warzone. He's not one of these folks killing in the name of 'justice', he tries to maim rather than kill, but he will not die for an ideal.

Vigilante Name:
Backup

Costume:


Abilities/Skills: (Remember, you are a human being.)
Physically stronger than his body would suggest, he has been training since a child in the ways of Choy Li Fut from his mother. It is the only martial art he knows even though most assume he would know Muay Thai once they know where his family is from.
He served on the Police Department for ten years and got into Special Crimes Unit early in his career. He learned their ways well and puts those skills to use daily.
Speaking Thai and English at home, he also studied French in school trying to chase a girl as well as Russian when offered by the police force.

Weaknesses:
With his focus in close combat and point blank firefights, one of his biggest weaknesses is medium to long range engagements.
While he knows how to breach and bypass standard locks, his skill set never taught him much about electronic security measures.
When in operations, he drove the large troop transport vehicle and even as a civilian he keeps to a low maintenance, dependable, boat on wheels. He can drive from A to B and remembers the police vehicle training, but lets just call his driving skills 'rusty'.

Equipment:

'Megamesh' was a working title for this material being developed in OZ labs as the next great thing for solider defense. A body stocking with a polymer blend of multiple agents with the defensive rating of full kevlar but the weight and mobility of a wet-suit allows it to be worn under standard armor for increased protection when needed or else worn by itself when the situation requires it.
There was one prototype suit developed but was assumed lost in a robbery by a powerful gang whose group was later apprehended by the city's police force. The outfit was never recovered.

Body armor: Civilian class kevlar he bought one piece at a time from different gun stores all over the city. His helmet is actually a motocross helmet with a gasmask installed in the front with polarized lens to protect him from flash/strobe lights. He is still susceptible to concussion/sonic damage.

Grenade: Simple army surplus flash-bang to disrupt enemies before engaging.

Razor lined handcuffs: Based in a torture device of sorts, they are spring loaded and scalpel-sharp. If you stay still, they cannot seriously harm you. But the more you struggle or twist, the cuff will keep cutting until your hand falls off at the wrist.

Fire Axe: Simple dependable two-handed hatchet for cutting down doors or people.

Guns: While a high melee opponent, he is not so stupid to not use a firearm. When the need arises, he carries two 45 long colts, the one on his hip is loaded with armor piercing rounds While the one on his thigh can safely fire .410 shotgun rounds. He prefers the revolver over an automatic because of no ejected shells to leave behind as evidence, not some cowboy thing.

Combat Canes:
When he was a police officer, he taught 'cane fu' to the elderly and disabled but was taught the ways of 'tiger hook swords' and so he blends the styles together. Useful for a myriad of purposes, he is constantly adapting and modifying them as the needs arise. Some of the modules are:
Razor handle: A spring-loaded razor edge on the inner crook of the cane allows him to have a quick cutting hook if needed for things like cutting lines.
Grapple handle: The crook rotates to reveal 3 thin hooks of metal 60 degrees apart and a spool of 100 feet fishing line with 300 lbs weight limit.
Stun stump: the bottom six inches of the cane are a cattle-prod like device to taze enemies in conflict.
Snap extension: Going from three feet to six feet can make all the difference sometimes.
Storage: Hidden compartment to hold stuff or put away evidence.

Alignment: Neutral Good
He is a good man, and a spiritual man. He tried to keep in balance while upholding the rules but the rules themselves are out of balance. Law, justice and fairness are not in alignment.

Reputation: Because he never patrols by himself and any pictures show him behind the others; there is a split decision if he is the tag-along sidekick or some sort of leader since he will team up with so many others.

Accord Compliance: He applies with the Accord when he is in uniform and will bring in any vigilante. When he is in costume, he does not obey the accord, obviously

Personality:

Biography/History:

Dragon Age: Seas Of Thedas

So to keep things going... outside of combat, who wants what duties on the ship? I assume we will be sailors/pirates.

Let's make the poison using assassin the cook!

Watchmen-inspired Vigilante RP (WIP)

Have you seen the hints at the new watchmen/DC interactions?

X-Men: Age of Mutants

Name:
Rick Richardson
Age:
22
Gender:
Male
Sexual Orientation:
Heterosexual
Appearance:

5'8" 250 of stocky build from hauling hoses. He tends to keep his brownish-red hair hair short to shaved for obvious reasons and is often never more than a week without shaving his face. His dark brown eyes thankfully skipped a generation so he doesn't have to wear milk-bottles like his father.
Mutation:
At the moment, he is something between colossus and kevin 11. He has the power to absorb minerals from skin contact. He absorbs the non-ferrous minerals off of a surface and metabolizes it with the first dermal layers of his skin to increase the density and resistance as a protective layer with some minor combat bonuses. Not only does this lining extend to his mouth and lungs but he also absorbs the properties of said materials. (He can not absorb the iron from a red-brick, but he can absorb the aluminum based kiln-bricks in fireplaces inner lining.) The downside to his power use is that it strips the molecules from the surface he is touching which can cause structural integrity, he is trying to train to strip the molecules in a way of his will rather than simply radial absorbency so he can use it to 'cut' through stone.
Since his first manifestation involved a stone cocoon that healed him of his fever, there is some groundwork for him being a geokinetic or healing based on immersion in the earth, but it hasn't manifested yet.

Personality:
He's a very protective of those he call friends, which is a hard hurdle for him to get over at the moment. Whilst the bravery of a firefighter to stand up to danger, he is now pyrophobic and will 'turtle up' into a defensive stone stance when faced with fire larger than campfire/burn barrels if he can not keep more then 10 feet away from the heat. He played football for 4 years so he is a good team player that can follow a leaders orders, he himself seems to lack the knack of leadership but perhaps that is something merely needing to be unlocked.

Bio:
Born in Richardson, Tx. He was supposed to be the fourth generation of police officers, but he watched how much the others in the family would worry every time the news spoke of a wounded or fallen officer, so he chose to become a fire-fighter instead. He felt it was a less dangerous way to save people's lives. He joined the junior firefighters and did his best to graduate quickly.

He had a girl on his arm, a Letterman jacket from JV and Varsity football, a car he could borrow at a moment notice, and the trust of his family. It wasn't some heroic moment, it wasn't some heinous crime. It just happened...

He was in church already not feeling too good, everything felt heavy and sluggish like he was wading through water. It was a hundred and hell outside so no one saw his fever coming when he ran out side to throw up and collapsed behind the abbey onto the cement floor. That was when his first manifestation occurred, someone came to see if he was alright but suddenly ran for cover as his skin turned grey as a storm cloud. No, clouds, Concrete. He was turning to stone right before their eyes as it crawled up his skin, tearing his clothes as he grew in size. But it didn't stop with just his skin as juts of rock shoved out of his body until he was cocooned inside of a boulder sitting in a crater.

A moment later the rock shattered and he emerged back to normal. But the damage had been done, someone had seen him change. Thankfully, it was of his brothers from the firehouse who swore to help keep a lid on it while he figured it out back at their home. He spent the next couple of days trying to understand who and what, the best he could figure out is that if he touched rock, he became rock...sometimes.

He tried to use his gift as best he could to try and be a better firefighter He would often touch the ground like a good luck charm before going into the building, turning into stone under all of his firefighting gear. Unfortunately this did increase his mass significantly enough that he fell through a weakened floor into the basement of a house, which made it it collapse as the structure was compromised, pinning him and the only other person who knew his secret.

Rick had to lay there, immune to the fire and the crushing weight of wood as his friend screamed and cried for his mother for minutes on end until he died in the fire. As far as anyone knew, both died that day.

Rick awoke later that day in the back of a truck, on his way to a place where he can learn to hone his powers.
Other:
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