Haha, and now I feel like I need to make my character a bit more useless. XD I'm thinking her shockwaves will likely leave her temporarily incapacitated, either deafened or stunned due to being right at the epicentre.
*casts a shockwave*
*staggers around like a deaf drunk person for the next ten minutes*
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Brace yourself...Finals are coming.
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My mind is like yarn and squishy things and cute animals with a bunch of blood and skeletons over in the corner.
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All right. Bio. Let's do this.
Started RPing when I was about 12. Since then, I've become exceptionally more literate. I like me some SciFi, some spooky horror, and any sort of Dystopian setting.
In the real world, I'm a moderately interesting person. I'm majoring in Microbiology and minoring in philosophy. I sew corsets, knit warm fuzzy things, and never have enough money to travel to the places I want to see.
Started RPing when I was about 12. Since then, I've become exceptionally more literate. I like me some SciFi, some spooky horror, and any sort of Dystopian setting.
In the real world, I'm a moderately interesting person. I'm majoring in Microbiology and minoring in philosophy. I sew corsets, knit warm fuzzy things, and never have enough money to travel to the places I want to see.
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Same here. My concept would be a lot more believable in a more advanced setting. Excellent. :3
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A month, indeed. I'm finally done with high school, for good, which means I should have time to RP a bit more now!
Also, I lost it at the mental image of your character spontaneously igniting. Giggles have ensued and refuse to subside. XD
Also, I lost it at the mental image of your character spontaneously igniting. Giggles have ensued and refuse to subside. XD
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That's basically what I was thinking. In addition, she'll probably have virtually no combat experience, and will have been drafted solely for the fact that she's a mutant.
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Definitely interested.
I'd prefer to play female, if possible. My male characters tend to be very awkwardly written, and I don't want to use this RP to practice writing better males. It's got too much epic potential for that. XD
As for "useless" abilities, this may take some brainstorming. Would some sort of twist on Arclight's power be doable? I'm thinking shockwaves, which could be devastating, but with no real ability to target specific objects. They just project outward and hit anything that happens to be in their path. The randomness of the attack would possibly make it pretty useless.
I'd prefer to play female, if possible. My male characters tend to be very awkwardly written, and I don't want to use this RP to practice writing better males. It's got too much epic potential for that. XD
As for "useless" abilities, this may take some brainstorming. Would some sort of twist on Arclight's power be doable? I'm thinking shockwaves, which could be devastating, but with no real ability to target specific objects. They just project outward and hit anything that happens to be in their path. The randomness of the attack would possibly make it pretty useless.
I'm interested, but I'd like to second a few of the questions. Bard's question, regarding the level of technology. I've got a really cool character concept I'd love to try out, and this could be an ideal spot for it. Provided that the technology level is fairly high. If not, though, I'm sure I could come up with another character!
Also, seconding Magnum's question about what level of Casual this'll be.
Also, seconding Magnum's question about what level of Casual this'll be.
As Kyle spoke, Grace turned once again to glance in his direction. "This isn't a serial killers' world. You don't have time to plan everything, missy..."
Outwardly, she showed nothing but confidence. The left corner of her mouth twitched up into the slightest of smirks. Her gaze remained even, staring at Kyle for just a second longer than anyone would be comfortable with before looking away. Her posture was rigidly perfect, shoulders back, pulled up to her full height.
But inwardly, she realized the truth of his words. They weren't on the streets of New York City. When she'd left a trail to follow, when she'd let herself get caught, she had taken a huge leap of faith. Now, she was wondering if she that leap had been too great. She'd had no idea what to expect. She'd known only that she would have the chance to end the lives of those who deserved to die.
Grace was an efficient killer on the streets, where she had the cover of night and the shadows of darkness on her side. Where she could fold herself up so small she could hide anywhere in a person's home, and strike when they least expected. But here? In an arena? If there was close combat, she was dead in the water. A single punch could be the end of her frail little body, especially if it came from that giant Jarred.
This feeling she felt...it was not unlike fear.
She prayed inwardly that there would be somewhere to hide when she entered the arena. If they were being supplied with weapons, no matter how poor, perhaps they would also be provided with a dynamic and realistic playing field. If she could disappear into the cracks and crevasses where no one would think to look, she might stand a chance at surprising her opponent.
Grace was drawn out of her internal reverie by the sound of the announcer's voice again, proclaiming the first brawl. Aiden against Wilson. The former was at the far end of the common area, but the latter was at her end. He had been the confident one, the one who had believed this to be a snuff film. Well, this will be interesting, she thought to herself, sitting down cross-legged in the centre of her cell.
Outwardly, she showed nothing but confidence. The left corner of her mouth twitched up into the slightest of smirks. Her gaze remained even, staring at Kyle for just a second longer than anyone would be comfortable with before looking away. Her posture was rigidly perfect, shoulders back, pulled up to her full height.
But inwardly, she realized the truth of his words. They weren't on the streets of New York City. When she'd left a trail to follow, when she'd let herself get caught, she had taken a huge leap of faith. Now, she was wondering if she that leap had been too great. She'd had no idea what to expect. She'd known only that she would have the chance to end the lives of those who deserved to die.
Grace was an efficient killer on the streets, where she had the cover of night and the shadows of darkness on her side. Where she could fold herself up so small she could hide anywhere in a person's home, and strike when they least expected. But here? In an arena? If there was close combat, she was dead in the water. A single punch could be the end of her frail little body, especially if it came from that giant Jarred.
This feeling she felt...it was not unlike fear.
She prayed inwardly that there would be somewhere to hide when she entered the arena. If they were being supplied with weapons, no matter how poor, perhaps they would also be provided with a dynamic and realistic playing field. If she could disappear into the cracks and crevasses where no one would think to look, she might stand a chance at surprising her opponent.
Grace was drawn out of her internal reverie by the sound of the announcer's voice again, proclaiming the first brawl. Aiden against Wilson. The former was at the far end of the common area, but the latter was at her end. He had been the confident one, the one who had believed this to be a snuff film. Well, this will be interesting, she thought to herself, sitting down cross-legged in the centre of her cell.
Aaaaaaand that'll be my only post until Friday. Once again, sorry for disappearing so early in the RP. I hope things'll be getting exciting when I get back! :D
Grace's so-called confinement unit wasn't overly confining. Had she the desire to do so, she could have stretched out easily. As it was, she simply chose to sit in the centre of the space. Despite the amount of room she had, she still felt like a dog in a cage. This was hardly what she'd signed up for when she'd let herself get caught.
Grace listened intently to the loudspeaker as the names of the contestants...contestants? This isn't a contest. You're prisoners, and this is a future murder scene. as the names of the prisoners were announced. But it wasn't names that mattered to her. It was the actions associated with them. Grace was judging them all; based upon their crimes.
The very first name sent fury coursing through her veins. Kyler Mikal. She had heard of his case before she had even entered this Colosseum. The bank heists were excusable. Money was one of the last things Grace cared about. The murder of his family...less so. Those were lives, and he had ended them. But the most inexcusable of his crimes was rape. That word was like a match, igniting the fire that was Grace's rage. If she came within a few feet of that man, he'd better pray to the God she didn't believe in. Listening to his height and weight, she realized that the fight between them would be evenly matched. He was only a few inches taller than her. He wasn't huge. She could take him down, make him pay for his crimes.
Not like the giant who was announced immediately after. Jarred Walston. Grace felt her eyes widen slightly when she heard his height and weight. He dwarfed her by well over a foot, and weighed three times as much as her. Damn, was all she could think to herself.
The rest of the names sank into her mind, imprinting themselves in her flawless memory. Ken Hall - his crimes the bloodiest she had ever heard of. Something was not right in his mind. His end would be a mercy killing. Sofia - a girl who reminded Grace somewhat of herself. Small, underestimated, with family issues galore. Her crimes were forgiven. Aleksey - the man clearly would know how to fight. Although she didn't like the thought of potentially going up against him, Grace knew he had to die. The woman he'd beaten, the prostitute, she had been innocent. A profession that lacked respect and virtue, but innocent nonetheless. Wilson Wredrun - for a moment, she was about to deem him as innocent for his crimes. Then the announcer mentioned him beating a woman. At that point, he was added to her hit list. And the last one, Aiden Kaiser - his murder joined Grace's list as well, but not as high a priority as the others.
Rules were detailed, but Grace paid less attention to those. For now, they were being wheeled into a common area. Her and three of the other prisoners were released from their confinement units, placed in holding cells. She eyed them up, and felt them eying her at the same time. She saw the hemophile, the blood-lover, Ken. Glancing in the other direction, she saw Wilson looking at her - undoubtedly wondering how the hell a girl her size had ended up in this place. She returned his glance with an even stare, her dainty face devoid of expression. But their brief moment of eye contact ended quickly, and Grace turned to look at the last prisoner in the Southern cells.
Kyler. Rapist.
The unblinking stare she affixed him with would have been downright unsettling to the average person. The girl's expression was neutral as ever, but her eyes were filled with uncontrolled hatred. If looks could kill, Kyler would have been dead seven times over. The bars between them were the only thing that was stopping her from attempting to kill him with her bare hands. There would be time for that later. Had some of her parents' religious teachings sunk in when she was younger, she would have been praying to fight him right now. There was nothing Grace wanted more than to overpower him, as he had overpowered whichever poor girl had been so unfortunate as to be his victim. I'd beat him down. Pin him on the ground and break his fingers. Make him apologize. A finger bone, one at at time, until he says he's sorry. Says it for the audience to hear, and maybe that girl is watching.
She shook her head, the motion barely perceptible, and forced herself to focus once more. Wilson was speaking. "Jesus. This ain't a brawl. It's a goddamn snuff film, and me and him's the stars."
Grace turned her head, looking back over her shoulder at him. Her body remained turned towards Kyler. "Jesus ain't listenin'," she told him, mocking his rough accent. She remained silent for a second, debating whether she wanted to continue speaking or not. She dropped the rough speech pattern, speaking in her normal quiet voice. "Don't worry. I don't snuff easily."
Grace listened intently to the loudspeaker as the names of the contestants...contestants? This isn't a contest. You're prisoners, and this is a future murder scene. as the names of the prisoners were announced. But it wasn't names that mattered to her. It was the actions associated with them. Grace was judging them all; based upon their crimes.
The very first name sent fury coursing through her veins. Kyler Mikal. She had heard of his case before she had even entered this Colosseum. The bank heists were excusable. Money was one of the last things Grace cared about. The murder of his family...less so. Those were lives, and he had ended them. But the most inexcusable of his crimes was rape. That word was like a match, igniting the fire that was Grace's rage. If she came within a few feet of that man, he'd better pray to the God she didn't believe in. Listening to his height and weight, she realized that the fight between them would be evenly matched. He was only a few inches taller than her. He wasn't huge. She could take him down, make him pay for his crimes.
Not like the giant who was announced immediately after. Jarred Walston. Grace felt her eyes widen slightly when she heard his height and weight. He dwarfed her by well over a foot, and weighed three times as much as her. Damn, was all she could think to herself.
The rest of the names sank into her mind, imprinting themselves in her flawless memory. Ken Hall - his crimes the bloodiest she had ever heard of. Something was not right in his mind. His end would be a mercy killing. Sofia - a girl who reminded Grace somewhat of herself. Small, underestimated, with family issues galore. Her crimes were forgiven. Aleksey - the man clearly would know how to fight. Although she didn't like the thought of potentially going up against him, Grace knew he had to die. The woman he'd beaten, the prostitute, she had been innocent. A profession that lacked respect and virtue, but innocent nonetheless. Wilson Wredrun - for a moment, she was about to deem him as innocent for his crimes. Then the announcer mentioned him beating a woman. At that point, he was added to her hit list. And the last one, Aiden Kaiser - his murder joined Grace's list as well, but not as high a priority as the others.
Rules were detailed, but Grace paid less attention to those. For now, they were being wheeled into a common area. Her and three of the other prisoners were released from their confinement units, placed in holding cells. She eyed them up, and felt them eying her at the same time. She saw the hemophile, the blood-lover, Ken. Glancing in the other direction, she saw Wilson looking at her - undoubtedly wondering how the hell a girl her size had ended up in this place. She returned his glance with an even stare, her dainty face devoid of expression. But their brief moment of eye contact ended quickly, and Grace turned to look at the last prisoner in the Southern cells.
Kyler. Rapist.
The unblinking stare she affixed him with would have been downright unsettling to the average person. The girl's expression was neutral as ever, but her eyes were filled with uncontrolled hatred. If looks could kill, Kyler would have been dead seven times over. The bars between them were the only thing that was stopping her from attempting to kill him with her bare hands. There would be time for that later. Had some of her parents' religious teachings sunk in when she was younger, she would have been praying to fight him right now. There was nothing Grace wanted more than to overpower him, as he had overpowered whichever poor girl had been so unfortunate as to be his victim. I'd beat him down. Pin him on the ground and break his fingers. Make him apologize. A finger bone, one at at time, until he says he's sorry. Says it for the audience to hear, and maybe that girl is watching.
She shook her head, the motion barely perceptible, and forced herself to focus once more. Wilson was speaking. "Jesus. This ain't a brawl. It's a goddamn snuff film, and me and him's the stars."
Grace turned her head, looking back over her shoulder at him. Her body remained turned towards Kyler. "Jesus ain't listenin'," she told him, mocking his rough accent. She remained silent for a second, debating whether she wanted to continue speaking or not. She dropped the rough speech pattern, speaking in her normal quiet voice. "Don't worry. I don't snuff easily."
Haaaaa Grace is gonna die. XD
Also. This is really inconvenient and I'm sorry, but I'm unfortunately not going to be around from Monday until Friday. I leave for a canoe trip and will be out in the backwoods with no internet access or cell data. So I'll probably have to jump in when I get home.
Also. This is really inconvenient and I'm sorry, but I'm unfortunately not going to be around from Monday until Friday. I leave for a canoe trip and will be out in the backwoods with no internet access or cell data. So I'll probably have to jump in when I get home.
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