Liseran Thistle

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

hey I'm about to post E.G's first post!

They dont call it nothing, do they? Preacher vs ??? (Liseran Thistle)

Anvi held her shield up defensively, and found herself molded into the wooden stairwell. Ouch. I guess the bullets are deadly even outside of the gun. Quicker than lightening, she sprang up from the wooden rubble, and summoned a dagger. "Nice bullets. Real fancy. Just one question: how many daggers do you think tills take to dismantle that thing?" She flung the dagger, aiming straight for his foot. "You also think you can tell me where you got it from? I'm asking for a friend."

Barett always did have a soft spots for guns. Maybe if she beat this old guy, she could snatch his gun when he wasn't looking. Or, you know, passed out. That's works too.

They dont call it nothing, do they? Preacher vs ??? (Liseran Thistle)

nah its fine, its supposed to be fun so don't rush yourself.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

I honestly have no idea where to start, but the rules say I should start with E.G's origin so I guess I'm just gonna start there lol. also, everyone seems to write a whole bunch, so I guess I'm just gonna write until I feel it is enough and then post.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Character you have created: Eris Goodoire

Alias: E.G

Speech Color: Medium Spring Green

Character Alignment: Walking the Line

Identity: Their identity is known to the public.

Character Personality: E.G is a very eccentric person, and often times they confuse the people around them so much that its hard to keep up with their odd personality. E.G is loud, obnoxious, and does things spur of the moment because they feel it is the best way to do anything. While they are a very social person, they only have a few close friends who they trust with all their heart. Most of the time, E.G is happy, and when they're in a good mood they try to make others feel happy as well. Usually with music, or their own singing, as long as it puts a smile on someone's face by the end of it, its a win for them. Music is very important to them, so important that they've literally begun to see the world in a different way. E.G will see the environment around them differently based on how the music makes them feel, and while that may be hard to describe, E.G has said that its a lot like walking through a real life, music video. E.G is not the first person to jump in when a situation is hot, or when their are baddies nearby. They have special rules for when they intervene, and for when they don't, but they always intervene in the case of abuse or bullying. Those two topics strike a cord with them, and as such they help anyone else who may also be struggling with it.

Characters Costume/Design:

(I couldn't find a suitable pic online so I drew my own, the art is definitely my own I didn't steal.)

E.G's costume

E.G's Face

Origin Info/Details: Eris Goodoire was born to wealthy parents in the middle of suburban Atlanta. Ever since they were a child, their parents have planned their life out for them for basically the next forty years. They were going to marry some man who they had never met before, and they were going to have two kids, and before all of that they were going to go to school as a doctor. There were no ifs, ands, or buts about it. They had no choice in anything, and as long as they lived under the roof of those two domineering people, they never would. One day, near their 17th birthday, they decided to finally do something about their uncontrollable life. They had a plan to escape, and a place to get to once they left. The only person in the world who they trusted with enacting this plan was the butler Charlton, an old man who wanted to help them escape just as much as they wanted to leave.

On the night of the plan, Eris snuck out of the dining room where the guests were talking and discussing their future plans. While the adults haggled over who's son they would marry, they tied the curtains in the bathroom into a makeshift rope. While they discussed which college they would send them off to, they dropped the rope down the side of the house, and climbed out. And while they discussed whether they would truly make a wonderful doctor or lawyer, they were speeding away in a car with the butler on their way to greater things.

They lived in apartments rented out by somewhat close friends, and they moved frequently when the hunt for them made the front page of the newspaper's. They needed help desperately, but the only thing they could do was hide in the lower slums of Atlanta until they finally found them. And find them they did. Once they were found and returned to their parents, their parents had a lot to say for their behaviour. They said that they were crazy, and disruptive. There was only one cure for such a person's behaviour, and that was a pill. Their parents held in their possession a powerful drug said to induce a calm like state over anyone who takes it. To make sure the drug was working properly, the bottle said, you must listen to some kind of therapeutic music under its influence.

Eris' parents locked them away in their room, with nothing but food, water, the pills, and a cassette player that held a variety of different music. For days, Eris had horrible nightmares filled with the songs that their parents played on repeat. It was a single cassette called "The Many wonders of Kenny G" and it nearly drove them to insanity. On the tenth day of being locked away in their room, Eris found they had finally had enough of being trapped, and more importantly they had had enough of Kenny G and his saxophone. They wanted new music, anything else besides that man's jazzy tune. And then, seemingly at will, they played a new song from the cassette tape. They had only one tape, and it was Kenny G's, but suddenly they weren't hearing that. They were hearing the Beatles.

They closed their eyes in relief then, finally happy that they had found some kind of relief from the torture. As they laid on the floor of their room, images of beautiful panorama filled their minds eye. The world they created in their head with the beautiful shapes and sounds seemed so much nicer than the world they lived in now. They wished it were real somehow, or at least that they could make it real. They tapped on the floor to the beat of "Here comes the Sun", and unbeknownst to them little multicolored, pixel like podiums the size of a a finger rose from the ground where they tapped. They opened their eyes to find they had created a tiny version of the things in their head.

They got up, and completely lost to reason, began to dance to the song. They closed their eyes and just let the music and the images do the talking. Their room was over taken by colors and meta physical sunflowers that had popped up during the chorus. When the guitar riff played, they had made giant stairwells with each beat, and destroyed the ceiling in the process. They could distantly hear their mother's screams of terror, but it was drowned out by this point because all they could here was "Here comes the Sun, here comes the sun and I'll say...It's alright!"

They destroyed the house listening to a song they loved. And when the song finally ended, they had created what they saw in their head, and their house was now converted into a strange, colorful music video for a song over fifty years old. They smiled for the first time in days when they saw what they had made, and walked down the street a new person. With their newfound power, they decided they would help people smile a little more than they usually did with music. They moved away from their parents, got new clothing, and finally lived how they wanted to live. They work part time at an old music shop, and rent an apartment far, far away in southern New Jersey.

Hero Type (Select one): Other, they have the ability to project their feelings on a particular song to the world, and manifest it physically in the form of a colorful panorama of shapes and color.

Power Level (Select one below): Street Level

Powers (Be Specific): They have the ability to project their feelings of a particular song to the world, and manifest those feelings physically in the shape and color of a musical panorama. They can change any song on a radio or cassette player or any music playing device to whatever song they want at will, and they can make this song as loud as they can handle it. If they want other people to hear it, they can raise the volume of the song so others can hear it, but it can't be too loud or else it'll make them go deaf in the process.

Attributes (Select one at each category):
Height: 5"8
Weight: 120 pounds
Strength Level: Normal Human
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Normal Human
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: 3 hours
Agility: Normal Human
Intelligence: Average
Fighting Skill: Untrained
Resources: Extreme

Weaknesses: They can only handle the volume of a song like any other human can. Raising the volume too high could damage their ears and hurt them. They cannot infinitely stretch their panorama to the sky, or influence things they cannot see. The panorama can only be manifested in a song that E.G likes, so I'm afraid they can't make a music video for something like Beethovens fifth. They don't have super strength and they are not incredibly durable, a punch to the gut will hurt them the same as any other human. If they're tired it becomes a little harder to make a panorama.

Supporting Characters: Charlton the Butler, Mindy Diasco a Prodigy Doctor much like Dougie Howser, Phoenix their close friend who doesn't really talk much, Leila a girl who has her own strange abilities involving a green moth and who will regularly help them when they need it, and Max the owner of the store they work at.

Do you know how to post pictures on RPG boards?: yes.

Sample Post: " 'You ain't nothing but a hound dog...!' Come on Charlton sing with me!" Charlton, the Butler shook his head.

"On the contrary, Master Goodoire, I don't think dancing before dinner to Elvis is appropriate behaviour in this..." he nodded his head to the window, where outside you could see the dirty walls of the alleyway below. "Neighborhood." E.G shook their head.

"You've gotta learn to live a little, Charlton. I mean, what's the harm in a few songs before bed time? I haven't heard anyone complain yet." And just as they said that, a rock was thrown through the window, with a nice note tied around it. The message read "Please shut the fuck up with that Elvis shit, people are trying to sleep." E.G instinctively toned the volume of the record player down. "Okay, so maybe we're a little loud." They said. "But who doesn't like Elvis?" Another rock was thrown through the the same window, completely destroying the rest of frame. This time the note read "You can miss me with that Rockabilly shit." E.G crumpled the note in a defeated gesture. "I guess he wasn't as great here as I thought, huh?" They said.

As Charlton set the table with the scanty amount of silverware they owned, and served up spaghetti, he tried to console them a little. "If it's any consolation, I believe in New Jersey it is custom to play something akin to 60s music rather than 50s, miss. They do like Elton John here." E.G scoffed.

"Everyone likes Elton John, Charlton. That's practically cheating if you say your favorite artist is Elton John." They snapped their fingers, and the record began to play a track from the Beatles first album. E.G took a seat at the table, and Charlton joined them as they listened to music while eating dinner. "Seriously though, what do these people even like?" They asked. "How can I help them with music if I don't even know what kind they like?"

"You're neighbor is not the whole of New Jersey, sir. They're ideas on what good music is doesn't speak for everyone else." He smiled, as he poured them both water in glasses. "Sometimes tastes will vary, depending upon who's listening to what at the time."

They groaned, and rocked their head back on the chair. "I guess you're right. But still, Elvis is sweet! Who doesn't like a bit of rock and roll?"

"Our neighbor, apparently. Which reminds me, one of them dropped by yesterday. He came to congratulate you on your successful moving in." Charlton said. "He brought a package as a gift, you may want to open it after-" E.G shot off from the table and straight into their room, where the present would no doubt be. Charlton sighed, and began to clear away their plate for them. Knowing E.G, they would be in their room all night, obsessing over their new toy.

The gift lay on their bed wrapped neatly in brightly colored packaging. Without waiting to read the note attached to it, E.G ripped open the package and pulled out what was inside. It was an old-fashioned walkman with headphones, and a stack of old tapes to go along with them. Excited, they plugged the headphones in, and popped a tape in the Walkman. And slowly, once they pressed play, the horrifying sounds of Kenny G's sax filled their ears, and they were transported back to that horrible room with the pills. They ripped the head phones off of their head, and flung it at at the wall. Charlton came into the room, a look of concern etched on his old face.

"Is everything all right in here?" He asked. E.G turned to him with a terrified look on their face.

"Charlton, who brought these tapes in?" They asked. Charlton peered closer at the package on the bed, and noticed the rest of the tapes still in the box.

"Why a neighbor, of course. Not the man who threw a rock through our window, but another tenant in the building. I believe he said he lives up above us." He explained. "Why? Is something wrong with the gift?" E.G stood up, and picked the shattered remains of the Walkman up from the floor. Whoever brought those tapes in was dangerously toeing the line with them.
.......

Final Notes: Eris is Nonbinary, and prefers They/Them pronouns. When Charlton speaks to them, he will often alternate between the feminine and masculine verison of Master. I.e why he calls them both Sir and Miss in the same conversation. I'm putting this here in case anyone is confused by the wording in the sheet.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

yes! I'm so excited to start on this, and I can't believe I actually got their CS right in one try! this is like the first time i haven't had to go back and edit things, lol.

They dont call it nothing, do they? Preacher vs ??? (Liseran Thistle)

lol, don't worry about it, I've been lazing about as well.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

hey, I saw that this was an open rp, so I decided to put my hat in the ring!

edit: also tell me what you think of them and the art I drew!

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Character you have created: Eris Goodoire

Alias: E.G

Speech Color: Medium Spring Green

Character Alignment: Walking the Line

Identity: Their identity is known to the public.

Character Personality: E.G is a very eccentric person, and often times they confuse the people around them so much that its hard to keep up with their odd personality. E.G is loud, obnoxious, and does things spur of the moment because they feel it is the best way to do anything. While they are a very social person, they only have a few close friends who they trust with all their heart. Most of the time, E.G is happy, and when they're in a good mood they try to make others feel happy as well. Usually with music, or their own singing, as long as it puts a smile on someone's face by the end of it, its a win for them. Music is very important to them, so important that they've literally begun to see the world in a different way. E.G will see the environment around them differently based on how the music makes them feel, and while that may be hard to describe, E.G has said that its a lot like walking through a real life, music video. E.G is not the first person to jump in when a situation is hot, or when their are baddies nearby. They have special rules for when they intervene, and for when they don't, but they always intervene in the case of abuse or bullying. Those two topics strike a cord with them, and as such they help anyone else who may also be struggling with it.

Characters Costume/Design:

(I couldn't find a suitable pic online so I drew my own, the art is definitely my own I didn't steal.)

E.G's costume

E.G's Face

Origin Info/Details: Eris Goodoire was born to wealthy parents in the middle of suburban Atlanta. Ever since they were a child, their parents have planned their life out for them for basically the next forty years. They were going to marry some man who they had never met before, and they were going to have two kids, and before all of that they were going to go to school as a doctor. There were no ifs, ands, or buts about it. They had no choice in anything, and as long as they lived under the roof of those two domineering people, they never would. One day, near their 17th birthday, they decided to finally do something about their uncontrollable life. They had a plan to escape, and a place to get to once they left. The only person in the world who they trusted with enacting this plan was the butler Charlton, an old man who wanted to help them escape just as much as they wanted to leave.

On the night of the plan, Eris snuck out of the dining room where the guests were talking and discussing their future plans. While the adults haggled over who's son they would marry, they tied the curtains in the bathroom into a makeshift rope. While they discussed which college they would send them off to, they dropped the rope down the side of the house, and climbed out. And while they discussed whether they would truly make a wonderful doctor or lawyer, they were speeding away in a car with the butler on their way to greater things.

They lived in apartments rented out by somewhat close friends, and they moved frequently when the hunt for them made the front page of the newspaper's. They needed help desperately, but the only thing they could do was hide in the lower slums of Atlanta until they finally found them. And find them they did. Once they were found and returned to their parents, their parents had a lot to say for their behaviour. They said that they were crazy, and disruptive. There was only one cure for such a person's behaviour, and that was a pill. Their parents held in their possession a powerful drug said to induce a calm like state over anyone who takes it. To make sure the drug was working properly, the bottle said, you must listen to some kind of therapeutic music under its influence.

Eris' parents locked them away in their room, with nothing but food, water, the pills, and a cassette player that held a variety of different music. For days, Eris had horrible nightmares filled with the songs that their parents played on repeat. It was a single cassette called "The Many wonders of Kenny G" and it nearly drove them to insanity. On the tenth day of being locked away in their room, Eris found they had finally had enough of being trapped, and more importantly they had had enough of Kenny G and his saxophone. They wanted new music, anything else besides that man's jazzy tune. And then, seemingly at will, they played a new song from the cassette tape. They had only one tape, and it was Kenny G's, but suddenly they weren't hearing that. They were hearing the Beatles.

They closed their eyes in relief then, finally happy that they had found some kind of relief from the torture. As they laid on the floor of their room, images of beautiful panorama filled their minds eye. The world they created in their head with the beautiful shapes and sounds seemed so much nicer than the world they lived in now. They wished it were real somehow, or at least that they could make it real. They tapped on the floor to the beat of "Here comes the Sun", and unbeknownst to them little multicolored, pixel like podiums the size of a a finger rose from the ground where they tapped. They opened their eyes to find they had created a tiny version of the things in their head.

They got up, and completely lost to reason, began to dance to the song. They closed their eyes and just let the music and the images do the talking. Their room was over taken by colors and meta physical sunflowers that had popped up during the chorus. When the guitar riff played, they had made giant stairwells with each beat, and destroyed the ceiling in the process. They could distantly hear their mother's screams of terror, but it was drowned out by this point because all they could here was "Here comes the Sun, here comes the sun and I'll say...It's alright!"

They destroyed the house listening to a song they loved. And when the song finally ended, they had created what they saw in their head, and their house was now converted into a strange, colorful music video for a song over fifty years old. They smiled for the first time in days when they saw what they had made, and walked down the street a new person. With their newfound power, they decided they would help people smile a little more than they usually did with music. They moved away from their parents, got new clothing, and finally lived how they wanted to live. They work part time at an old music shop, and rent an apartment far, far away in southern New Jersey.

Hero Type (Select one): Other, they have the ability to project their feelings on a particular song to the world, and manifest it physically in the form of a colorful panorama of shapes and color.

Power Level (Select one below): Street Level

Powers (Be Specific): They have the ability to project their feelings of a particular song to the world, and manifest those feelings physically in the shape and color of a musical panorama. They can change any song on a radio or cassette player or any music playing device to whatever song they want at will, and they can make this song as loud as they can handle it. If they want other people to hear it, they can raise the volume of the song so others can hear it, but it can't be too loud or else it'll make them go deaf in the process.

Attributes (Select one at each category):
Height: 5"8
Weight: 120 pounds
Strength Level: Normal Human
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Normal Human
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: 3 hours
Agility: Normal Human
Intelligence: Average
Fighting Skill: Untrained
Resources: Extreme

Weaknesses: They can only handle the volume of a song like any other human can. Raising the volume too high could damage their ears and hurt them. They cannot infinitely stretch their panorama to the sky, or influence things they cannot see. The panorama can only be manifested in a song that E.G likes, so I'm afraid they can't make a music video for something like Beethovens fifth. They don't have super strength and they are not incredibly durable, a punch to the gut will hurt them the same as any other human. If they're tired it becomes a little harder to make a panorama.

Supporting Characters: Charlton the Butler, Phoenix their close friend who doesn't really talk much, Leila a girl who has her own strange abilities involving a green moth and who will regularly help them when they need it, and Max the owner of the store they work at.

Do you know how to post pictures on RPG boards?: yes.

Sample Post: " 'You ain't nothing but a hound dog...!' Come on Charlton sing with me!" Charlton, the Butler shook his head.

"On the contrary, Master Goodoire, I don't think dancing before dinner to Elvis is appropriate behaviour in this..." he nodded his head to the window, where outside you could see the dirty walls of the alleyway below. "Neighborhood." E.G shook their head.

"You've gotta learn to live a little, Charlton. I mean, what's the harm in a few songs before bed time? I haven't heard anyone complain yet." And just as they said that, a rock was thrown through the window, with a nice note tied around it. The message read "Please shut the fuck up with that Elvis shit, people are trying to sleep." E.G instinctively toned the volume of the record player down. "Okay, so maybe we're a little loud." They said. "But who doesn't like Elvis?" Another rock was thrown through the the same window, completely destroying the rest of frame. This time the note read "You can miss me with that Rockabilly shit." E.G crumpled the note in a defeated gesture. "I guess he wasn't as great here as I thought, huh?" They said.

As Charlton set the table with the scanty amount of silverware they owned, and served up spaghetti, he tried to console them a little. "If it's any consolation, I believe in New Jersey it is custom to play something akin to 60s music rather than 50s, miss. They do like Elton John here." E.G scoffed.

"Everyone likes Elton John, Charlton. That's practically cheating if you say your favorite artist is Elton John." They snapped their fingers, and the record began to play a track from the Beatles first album. E.G took a seat at the table, and Charlton joined them as they listened to music while eating dinner. "Seriously though, what do these people even like?" They asked. "How can I help them with music if I don't even know what kind they like?"

"You're neighbor is not the whole of New Jersey, sir. They're ideas on what good music is doesn't speak for everyone else." He smiled, as he poured them both water in glasses. "Sometimes tastes will vary, depending upon who's listening to what at the time."

They groaned, and rocked their head back on the chair. "I guess you're right. But still, Elvis is sweet! Who doesn't like a bit of rock and roll?"

"Our neighbor, apparently. Which reminds me, one of them dropped by yesterday. He came to congratulate you on your successful moving in." Charlton said. "He brought a package as a gift, you may want to open it after-" E.G shot off from the table and straight into their room, where the present would no doubt be. Charlton sighed, and began to clear away their plate for them. Knowing E.G, they would be in their room all night, obsessing over their new toy.

The gift lay on their bed wrapped neatly in brightly colored packaging. Without waiting to read the note attached to it, E.G ripped open the package and pulled out what was inside. It was an old-fashioned walkman with headphones, and a stack of old tapes to go along with them. Excited, they plugged the headphones in, and popped a tape in the Walkman. And slowly, once they pressed play, the horrifying sounds of Kenny G's sax filled their ears, and they were transported back to that horrible room with the pills. They ripped the head phones off of their head, and flung it at at the wall. Charlton came into the room, a look of concern etched on his old face.

"Is everything all right in here?" He asked. E.G turned to him with a terrified look on their face.

"Charlton, who brought these tapes in?" They asked. Charlton peered closer at the package on the bed, and noticed the rest of the tapes still in the box.

"Why a neighbor, of course. Not the man who threw a rock through our window, but another tenant in the building. I believe he said he lives up above us." He explained. "Why? Is something wrong with the gift?" E.G stood up, and picked the shattered remains of the Walkman up from the floor. Whoever brought those tapes in was dangerously toeing the line with them.
.......

Final Notes: Eris is Nonbinary, and prefers They/Them pronouns. When Charlton speaks to them, he will often alternate between the feminine and masculine verison of Master. I.e why he calls them both Sir and Miss in the same conversation. I'm putting this here in case anyone is confused by the wording in the sheet.

They dont call it nothing, do they? Preacher vs ??? (Liseran Thistle)

The sand floated by her hip in a lazy arc, as Anvi considered the man's proposition. He was right in a way. Things didn't have to be so random. She thought of this as she remembered the teasing note that Barrett had left her. The guy wasn't with Barett, that much was obvious. But he had a gun, so he couldn't just be here for no reason. That and he looks like a fighter. Throwing him around a bit sounds way more fun than blowing up a bunch of crappy building actually. She lowered her arm, and let the sand drop a little ways near the floor.

"You know old timer, you're right. Things don't have to be so random." Then, without warning, she flicked her wrist and the sand flew so hard at the old man that it knocked him throw the wall, landing him in the street outside. "But I suppose orderly chaos is just as fun as normal chaos." She readied more sand, forming Vishnus Sword in her right, and Krishna's Shield in her left. Barett wouldn't mind if she picked a few fights on her way, and besides, she could totally see the old mage fighting the old man if she were here. That gun was massive. The Shield hadn't had a good blast handed to it in a while, so this was more than a perfect opportunity.

On the bright side, she would get to test her shield. On the down side, that gun could probably blast her a new one if she isn't careful.