Little Bird

The Misfit Crew (ver. 2.1)

Cait bobbed lazily in the bed of the truck as it rolled the I-40. Occasionally she jostled herself to find a more comfrotable postion if one existed, and pulled her air away from her face as the wind whirled across the exposed bed. As the beater clunked on towards the exit to Eureka Springs, she found an iota of relaxation in propping herself up against the backside of the cab, and listening to Vincent's music selection through the open rear window. It wasn't her first choice for tunes, but it was better than silently watching yet another stretch of southern plains scroll past; she had since given up trying to sleep, resigning to the quick nods of unconsciousness that came from fatigue being as close to rest as she'd get until they finally came to a stop.

When she wasn't fixating on the sound of the radio, distorted by the rushing of highway air, she was eying Cleome, with whom she was sharing the truck's bed on this leg of the journey. The Fae had caught Cait's immediate attention and held it, as she was the most physically peculiar with her fairy-like wings and antlers that seemed to have come from an elk. Though the Fae's defining feature were hidden underneath a layer of slightly oversized clothing, the sense of object permanence held Cait's attention.

She hadn't spoken much since joining the small entourage, save to introduce herself. The Fae made her admittedly nervous to speak for fear of cutting across as unwelcoming or rude; Vincent was a good few years her senior and, while friendly, seemd to march to the beat of a very differnt drum with his more hands-do-the-talking, mildly roughneck demeanor. Anita was the one Caitlin had spoken to most between the three; a week prior, in Tempe, Arizona she had noticed Cait and determined her to be another "one of their kind," offering the company and companionship of the ride in Vince's truck. Cait remained grateful to Anita for the kindness, and being of simmilar age, it hadn't been too hard for Cait to relate to her.

Veering off onto the exit, the truck gave a lurch, hitting a small bump. Cait moved to grasp her belongings more tightly, psychically pulling her two effects back towards herself. Her hands wrapped firmly around a brown, canvas backpack, and the trucks of a skateboard that had seen better days. Cait pulled the backpack in tightly to her chest, the smell of her "every other day" set of clothes permeating throught the fabric, causing her nose to wrinkle, and her to hope that they'd make a quick beeline to a laundromat, and maybe a consignment shop for a cheap few pairs of socks and underwear. Her board felt ready to come undone as she reeled it in, but stayed together by a mircale. Her bag set beside her, she busied herself by fidgeting with her skateboard: spinning the worn out wheels that ground against rusting trucks, and picking at what was left of the griptape while being thankful that the deck, save for some chipped and fading on the artwork on the underside, was still intact.

The truck slowed and pulled into a stop outside of a gas station and diner.

Cait slide her board back, attempting to keep it as close to unseen as she could by tucking it under her bag. From her bag, she pulled out a thickly packed roll of cannabis flower and a lighter. Savoring the moment, she lit the joint and drew a massive inhale off one of two smokes left from the stash she had picked up in Boulder a month ago. She cocked her head towards the the window behind her and reached over her shoulder, offering the joint to Vincent and Anita. "You reckon they got a skate shop in Eureka Springs?" she asked casually. "Could do to get my board fixed up if I've got the time." If the truck was going to be getting fixed up for the next leg, she couldn't see much reason why she couldn't do the same for her board; after all, it was her much-needed hobby, and the trio had seemed to take at least some amusement in watching her roll and pop tricks during previous rest stops.

She turned back to the bed, her hand still outstretch offering the smoke and lighter to the driver and shotgun. Cleo had spoken as the truck rolled into a gas station. Cait didn't get it entirely but replied anyways. "You... you can sense that?" was all Cait could think to say in response.

DragonBall Z: Dirty Deeds (A Frieza Force RP)

@RoadkilBanana @Zeroth

What with RogueFox being seemingly MIA, will either of you be opposed to me moving things forward?

"What Did They Do To Us?" - A Mysterious Supernatural Escape RP!!

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D followed close behind VV, slipping past A and Pia, who he noticed seemed to be thinking the same about the other captive as he was about the scientist; maybe, he thought, one of them will tell us something worth knowing. Hoping the two wouldn't come to any harm with the dissheveled figure in the cell, D continued down the hall and asserted himself next to VV. He stared down the scientist, fighting back a wave of burning rage, and forcing his face to maintain a neutral expression.

The scientist's response broke his stone-faced facade. He broke into a visible scowl when the words "I enjoy it" slithered off of the man's tongue. "Yeah," he said, side-eying VV. "I've got a question." He turned, glaring at the scientist and flexing his muscles. "What is the Abyssal Connection Project? And what makes us 'special' to it?" His gaze sharpened on the scientist as if to warn him not to bullshit them with his answer.

The School Of Special Skills and Talents- Applicants Accepted Now

@Wayward

Accepted but keep in mind anyone who uses their powers to hurt anyone else will be suspended (kicked out), if you are using it for medical purposes to heal or help someone that is acceptable of course. You can add your sheet to the Character Sheet Tab.

@themadhatter420

Is that to say there won't be any organic altercations? Would it behoove me to go with a less aggro character for this?

The Misfit Crew (ver. 2.1)

Hider

Name: Caitlin Morgan Cade
Age: 21
Gender: AFAB | Non-Binary (She/They)

What Makes You A Misfit?

Outside of the glaring fact that they possess a supernatural power, Cait has lived a “counter-culture” lifestyle since her early teens. Not one bound for classroom education, Cait lived an early life of truancy, preferring to duck out of school to ride a skateboard, smoke marijuana, and, in general, party it up as often as she could; all the while, maintaining the barest minimum of an academic standing by which to get through high school. To find Cait in police custody or in the principal’s office was a common occurrence. More recently, she’s been known to cause indiscriminate damage when her emotions get stirred up, which is what alerted the government to her status in the first place.

What Do You Think About The Classified Crew?

Having had run-ins with the Crew over the past couple of years, Cait is, validly, not too fond of them or the government. Following a raid upon a friend's that drove Cait to go on the run, she's been shifting between fear of the Classified Crew and anger towards them for what they've done.

Appearance:


Personality:

The operative words to define Cait in the present day are ‘holding back.’ She fronts with a calm and collected persona, coming across as relaxed, in control, and generally unbothered. She speaks with a stereotypical skater or surfer drawl. She's decidedly averse to aggression, frequently choosing to flee from physical altercations rather than engage. Despite boasting formidable power at her peak, she is hesitant, and outright refuses to utilize her full potential, even in life or death situations. Still, she maintains a certain reckless streak; even while on the run from the law, Cait ventures into public as often as she can, preferring to be out and about rather than cooped up or running through obscure places. She is one who is wanting to wander off, and will steal any moment she can use those subtle touches of her abilities in tandem with her pastimes.

Skills/Abilities:

Cait bears little in the way of many “practical” skills. She has her fair share of street smarts, having spent a wealth of time traversing cities, ducking into back alleys, and blending into crowds. While not particularly gifted in terms of raw physical performance, she’s well-coordinated, balanced, and does have a fine-tuned control over her powers to utilize them inconspicuously.

Powers/Magic:

Psionics; Caitlin’s mind is gifted with a potent psychic power that manifests in a broad litany of applications. The most prominent and widely used practice is that of psychokinesis, by which she generates and manipulates a form of kinetic energy through sheer force of will and concentration. Under normal circumstances, Cait’s psychokinetics are limited to affecting matter on the level of remotely moving solid objects; objects up to her own bodyweight are easiest to work with while maintaining minimal focus, while extreme thought and mindfulness can do just the same with materials that far exceed her own mass. The greater the mass Cait endeavors to move, the greater the focus she must muster, resulting in a need to be single-minded in the process, thereby leaving her functionally exposed.

Cait’s psychokinetic prowess can further be exercised in the form of pure, concussive pulses or blasts, which she refers to as “bullets” or “cannonballs” depending on how much force is put into them. The blasts carry a distinct mass in conjunction with the velocity with which they are launched, which can range up to as much as Cait’s own mass. They can have residual effects upon the surrounding environment, such as carrying gales of wind, or moving liquid surfaces. Cait has further fine-tuned her psychokinesis, utilizing it upon herself to achieve feats such as levitation, improving her maneuverability, and enhancing her fighting in hand-to-hand situations.

The psionic forces through which Cait achieves these feats has manifested a passive defense against certain methods of manipulation that might be levied against her. Efforts to directly disrupt, control, or breakdown Cait on a material or anatomical level are blocked by a subconscious binding that resists efforts to psychically alter her physical state. This doesn't, however, prevent the detriment of external incapacitating agents, mind control, and projections that would damage or harm her.

Cait's power is, to an extent, impacted by her psychological state. Intense lows of sadness or depression can dull and diminish the extent to which she can exercise her psychokinesis and weaken her passive defenses. Episodes of heightened excitement, fear, or anger sets her powers into overdrive, typically at the expense of her control.

Backstory:

Born in Seattle, Washington, Caitlin’s family life was one of frequent moves due to the nature of her parents’ lines of work. Most of their relocations kept the three living along the west coast of the United States, from Washington state, down to southern California. Whether in Seattle or Los Angeles, Cait built a reputation as a degenerate, and amassed a rap sheet of misdemeanors and a few petty crimes, often found riding with a skate crew, grinding up local spots not meant for skating and other vandalism such as graffiti. When she concluded high school, she bailed on her family, then living in Seattle to pursue a career on her skateboard.

Her powers, having emerged when she was fourteen, had been kept well enough under wraps, and had scarcely escalated at home, and never in the public eye. Enamored with her own abilities, she honed them over time. Eventually, she excelled in utilizing her psychokinesis in subtle ways to apply to her skating, and came out of small competitions with high placements and decent payouts. On the side, she hustled by using her powers for parlor tricks on street corners, as well as finding ways to exploit them to commit small-time theft to get by. Little did she know that her actions weren’t going entirely unnoticed, as her repeated exploits had gotten government attention. The “Classified Crew” had begun keeping eyes on her shortly before she turned 20.

It was only a matter of time before she screwed up.

One night, at a raging party on Venice Beach in California, festivities broke into a violent riot. In the chaos, Cait’s powers manifested openly, injuring many, and damaging a fair amount of property. In the consequent scramble, Cait evaded the LAPD, and was pursued by the Classified Crew for several days. She managed to sit low with a friend in the area until the CC found and raided the home, prompting Cait to use her power once again to give them the slip and skip town. Knowing the west coast would be on high alert, Cait fled towards Nevada and steadily made tracks inland.

RP Sample:
roleplayerguild.com/posts/5509563

DragonBall Z: Dirty Deeds (A Frieza Force RP)

I'm down but I haven't been accepted yet

@Silver Carrot

If it comes to it, I'm cool with Kurambo. She's got a unique set of abilities

DragonBall Z: Dirty Deeds (A Frieza Force RP)

If anyone in this is still up for it, I've been considering moving things forward in Fox's absence (unless they shoe up and tell me not to of course).

"What Did They Do To Us?" - A Mysterious Supernatural Escape RP!!

I'll be back in for posting after the weekend. Spending my weekend at a music festival.

The School Of Special Skills and Talents- Applicants Accepted Now

Julia

Julia Lee Strauss

Age 17

FC: Hunter Schafer

Appearance

Julia is taller than average for a young woman, standing at 6' even. At 140lbs on weigh-in, she carries a slim, modestly toned physique, and boasts a competent athleticism to go with it. She is of a healthy Caucasian complexion with a slight hint of tanning. Her facial structure is of an ambiguous, androgynous nature, edging and sometimes blurring the line between feminine and masculine. She's a natural blonde, though the precise hue fades to a dirty blonde or light brown closer to the scalp; dyed, light purple highlight streaks accent her natural color. She's typically preferable to keeping her hair longer, extending past shoulder length, though she'll occasionally cut it shorter, and isn't bashful about trying new styles. Julia's eyes are a vivid blue color, and take on an electric glow when her power flares.

Personality

A broad and colorful expanse of quirks and traits marks Julia's persona. It can be a challenge to truly pin a shortlist of qualities to her, and she's vehemently objectionable towards having herself placed into a box, and unapologetic about anything that she is or comes off as. She feels with intensity whether in joy, woe, and the spectrums beyond and in between. Rarely one to mask or hide behind facades, she makes it abundantly clear what she's feeling and, sharply so, what she's thinking. She pursues with utmost vigor that which she needs and wants in any given time frame. She is headstrong, and particularly stubborn when she gets herself worked up.

Ability

Electrokinesis. The ability to generate and control the spectrum of electricity, encompassing existing currents, and static or ambient charges. Julia can produce and direct discharges akin to lightning, disrupt and redirect electrical flows through conduits, short out electronic systems with EMPs, and charge her body to act as a human taser. She possesses the capacity to absorb electricity, rendering her own element effectively useless against her. A yet under-refined prowess for the manipulation of bio-electric signals and impulses gives way to a limited ability to enhance physical performance through hyper-stimulation of muscles, organs, and sensory functions; at baseline, Julia is gifted with an enhanced ability to process and react to stimulation as both a necessity and by-product of her electrikinetic powers.

Her powers extend, to some degree, into the sphere of magnetism as a closely-tied force to electricity. While this does not gift Julia a significant control over such materials as ferrous metals, it does grant her the modest applications of levitation and flight by way of controlling the electromagnetic field surrounding her body. She has demonstrated signs of being able to create defensive fields, though they tend towards dispersing other manners of energy projections rather than outright stopping physical strikes, ballistics and the like; even so, these may deter proximity through discomforting sensations similar in nature to being in an MRI machine.

Backstory

A New York local, Julia was born and raised in Mt. Vernon, New York. Hers was a life of surprising independence, even as a youth. Her parents were absent, both wrapped up in their work, which left Julia largely to her own devices. Untroubled by, in fact relishing in the liberties this bestowed upon her, Julia drifted in the manners the best suited her interests and goals. Though not particularly delinquent, she was nonetheless an adrenaline junkie in search of times wild and good; this alone landed her in a few snags with the law.

One such incident precipitated her arrival at the School for Special Skills and Talents. In a moment during which the NYPD was apprehending a then 14-year-old Julia, the officer setting her into the squad car was suddenly on the receiving end of a moderate electrocution. When he recovered, he noted the surging of electricity that surrounded the young Julia. After a length of legal procedures, Julia was ordered by a New York state Judge to attend the school, where she would be both monitored closely and out of the way of the general public...

The School Of Special Skills and Talents- Applicants Accepted Now

<Snipped quote by Eviledd1984>

Time Manipulation always sounds cool for some reason

@RoadkilBanana

I've personally always found it to be a bit clunky. Mainly because Time is more concept than substance. I've see few people that can define the power in a way that doesn't lean towards powerplaying.