Mao Mao

Mass Effect: Harpocrates

My concept is quite simply a youngster (he thinks that 27 is still young) human infiltrator.

Mao Mao's Rambling Concepts

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T H E R O O K
T H E R O O K

"Peace's our ultimate goal, but I'm afraid today will be quite violent"

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C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ | Amanda Belle Waller | _________________________________________________________ | S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent | S.H.I.E.L.D. | _________________________________________________________ | Earth-668 // Prime | Open | C H A R A C T E R N O T E S C H A R A C T E R N O T E S _________________________________________________________ [+] - S U P P O R T I N G C A S T ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► S.H.I.E.L.D. Maria Hill Nick Fury Jr. Calvin Carson Carolina Washington Valentina Allegra de Fontaine ► U.S. Government General Wade Eiling Derek Tolliver Florence Crawley Abe Crane Emilia Harcourt - P O S T C A T A L O G P O S T C A T A L O G _________________________________________________________ [+] - P O S T C A T A L O G ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ TBD -

W H A T I F...? W H A T I F...? ________________________________________________________________________________________ ...Amanda Waller had to get her hands dirty? Cruel. Cunning. Committed. These words are often used to describe the woman who rose from the poverty-stricken projects within Chicago to being one of the most powerful figures in the United States. Whether she's a government agent or director of some secretive organization, Amanda Waller earned that position in a world filled with superheroes and villains. But what if that still wasn't enough, and the odds were stacked against her? In this world, Amanda Waller uncovered files of a long-forgotten agency and asked to revive it under her directive. But instead of approval, an adversary within the government used it as an opportunity to clip her wings via "voluntary" demotion. Her demotion involved transfer over to SHIELD, essentially confined to a desk job til death. But this wasn't going to be a bittersweet ending for her. Not with that determination burning ever so strong. P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) ________________________________________________________________________________________ With season one being focused on Secret Invasion, it's the perfect time to introduce my interpretation of Amanda Waller. Her story will be a political drama and thriller as she tries to adjust to her new environment. Of course, it means a change of occupation to being a SHIELD agent instead of being a government official. While the main focus would be on the overall plotline, I am more than open to collaborations with others should the opportunity arise. Overall, Amanda Waller is still a force to reckon with, and one shouldn't underestimate her at all.

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Mass Effect: Harpocrates

<Snipped quote by Mao Mao>
It's been a minute for you, hasn't it?

@TGM

Something like that, yeah.

Mass Effect: Harpocrates

I am very much interested in joining a Mass Effect RP.

Age of Marvels - A Marvel Comics Roleplay [CLOSED]

Honestly, I can't wait for Charles and Erik to uncover the true intent of the Sentinel Program, the new Brotherhood, and President Kelly. While, of course, dealing with the school itself and all of the anti-mutant rhetoric. I am interested in what @Bounce brings to the table with his character. And lowkey hope that someone writes the X-Men at some point in the future.

Age of Marvels - A Marvel Comics Roleplay [CLOSED]

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Just making sure I'm interpreting this right; are you just playing Charles/Erik and the school's staff, not the actual X-men team? or am I misunderstanding?

@Natty

I am only writing Charles, Erik, and the school's staff and some of its students. The actual X-Men team is still available for someone else to grab.

Age of Marvels - A Marvel Comics Roleplay [CLOSED]

MAGNETO & PROFESSOR X

M A G N E T O & P R O F E S S O R X

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^{_{♦ C H A R L E S X A V I E R ♦ E R I K L E H N S H E R R ♦
♦ X A V I E R I N S T I T U T E F O R T A L E N T E D Y O U T H ♦
♦ N O R T H S A L E M // N E W Y O R K ♦}}

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:

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^{"Mutatis mutandis."}

Upon disclosing the existence of a mutant gene to the general public, there was an alarming spike in hate speech and hate-based incidents targeting mutants that lasted for a decade. With seemingly no other option, the FBI secretly approached a well-known and respected Professor Charles Xavier with the request to house and teach young mutants "for the welfare of humanity and the whole world." Xavier reluctantly agreed to use his ancestral mansion on the outskirts of New York as its sanctuary with government financial assistance for improvements and upkeep. Using a pseudonym, Professor X rescued several mutants and began to train them by the beginning of the 1980s.

At the same time, the Brotherhood of Mutants emerged from the shadows to achieve mutant superiority alongside its revered leader: Erik Lehnsherr. Upon discovering his old cherished friend was the leader, Xavier planned on privately confronting him in hopes of achieving peace through dialogue. But the FBI learned of the scheme and threatened him with the detainment of faculty for "being sponsors of terror." Afraid for their safety, Professor X yielded to the threat and ultimately cooperated with authorities with knowledge of Lehnsherr's abilities to his disdain.

For nine years, hundreds of mutated children were housed in state-of-the-art dormitories, taught by some of the best instructors in the country, and protected from anti-mutant hate. Still, even as the first students graduated, sustained anti-mutant sentiment among the general public viewed them as a menace. It eventually led the Reagan Administration to act decisively in its final months to shut down the school by pulling funding entirely. However, the school kept its doors open thanks to support from the faculty (and a few anonymous donors). But the response was severe.

An old contact within the FBI alerted Professor Xavier of a planned raid to arrest the professor and faculty under accusations of collaborating with the Brotherhood. Xavier instructed all students and faculty to evacuate while he negotiated an agreement with the federal government. Instead of meeting with negotiators, he was met with authorities intended to arrest the professor. Xavier was shot in an ensuing struggle and would've been left to bleed if his old friend didn't save him. Erik, who recently escaped from a prison transport van, sought a secluded place for his friend to heal.

Both friends spent twenty-three years in complete isolation from the world to heal physical and mental wounds. It wasn't until the Chitauri invaded the planet for subjugation made Xavier and Lehnsherr reconsidered their decades-long social isolation. But it was only Magneto that returned to public life in an attempt to rally other mutants against the invading force. His efforts were so triumphant that his criminal record was expunged, and he was offered a place in the newly formed Avengers. And yet, Magneto rejected the offer and returned to solitude with a promise that he would return with a "dear friend."

Slowly but surely, Erik kept his promise and brought Professor Xavier back to public life with the purpose of restoring the former Xavier Estate to its former glory. Their hidden agenda was the re-energized crusade against the alarming resurgence of anti-mutant sentiment. When Robert Kelly was declared the winner of the 2020 election, Xavier announced that his estate was a sanctuary for mutants endangered by any legislation. Then in a frightening escalation, Kelly announced support of the Mutant Control Act, a law that would undoubtedly target mutants indiscriminately.

So in response, both Xavier and Lehnsherr publicly announced the reopening of Xavier's Institue along with the formation of the X-Men in a last frantic attempt to achieve the dream of peaceful co-existence between humans and mutants. The team would be under the leadership of a reformed Magneto. At the same time, the school's principal is a redetermined Professor X. Both men are more than qualified to withstand the impending danger from the Kelly Administration, the new Brotherhood of Mutants, and the Neo-Purifiers. But are they prepared for it?

C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:

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It has been fun coming up with ideas and concepts for both the X-Men and Xavier Institute. The character dynamics of Charles and Erik will heavily lean towards rekindled confidantes for their decades-long isolation. But there will still be slight friction between them that you'd seen in the movies or read the comics, especially with the rapid development of anti-mutant sentiment within a ten-year period. Nevertheless, Erik will receive much of the spot as the consequences of his past deeds come back to haunt him. While Charles' dedication towards his dream will be strained, never before seen—not even since the 1980s.

As for the mechanics, the X-Men are (by the present day) relatively newcomers to being vigilantes, while Xavier Institute is starting its first year with its future uncertain. Erik will be the leader of the X-Men, not in the traditional sense. He will debrief them on missions and practice with them in the danger room. Occasionally, he will tag along in a rescue mission or whenever the matter requires his utmost attention. Charles will be the principal of the Xavier Institute and the unofficial representative of mutantkind. His days are now spent overseeing the school operations, teaching students to maintain their abilities, and offering counseling services during these difficult times.

In short, if someone's planning on a character joining the X-Men, they can write short stories/arcs with other members without much worry. That way, I don't need so many iconic X-Men members to worry about, and people can write them. Just message me if you have plans with anyone, especially the older characters who themselves could've been students and faculty of the former school. As for Xavier Institute, someone is more than free to write a student or faculty without worrying about stepping on my toes. I have plans concerning some faculty and students that play a significant part in the overall story. But feel free to ask me about a specific character you'd wish to write and/or have as a supporting cast.

SAMPLE POST

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// Winter 2023

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It was hard to believe that eight years had passed since the former students and faculty reunited with their teacher and confidante, Charles Xavier, at the site of their former school. Some were pleased to see the professor alive, while others were rightfully resentful of him for vanishing. But there were no excuses or regrets expressed by him. Instead, Xavier brought all of his colleagues and alumni to the entrance hall of his manor and presented them with a choice: "You can leave and resume your lives. Just know that you will always be welcomed back here—no questions about it. Or assist me with achieving my long-desired dream that every one of you believed in once. It will be a considerable and taxing effort that will always be constantly challenged without recognition from the world. But seeing a child feel valued and respected for the first time since their arrival will make all the hardships worth it in the end."

Some chose to leave for their own reasons, while others chose to remain and accept Charles' offer. Warren Worthington III was one of the few that stayed at the estate that evening. His reason was out of gratitude for the professor, who not only brought him to the school in its prime but fought tirelessly against his neglectful parents. The biweekly sessions with the Worthingtons were instrumental in building up their relationship over time. And, of course, it would've cost a fortune to renovate the estate—a fortune that he had through Worthington Industries. His father, the company's CEO, was more than eager to help out the mutant cause despite displeasure from the board of directors.

Warren examined the chandelier hanging over the renovated entrance hall with renewed purpose. To think it was initially lying on the floor, broken for decades before it was finally repaired. Now it was proudly displayed for new arrivals to marvel at. He heard a familiar feminine voice behind him, struggling to maintain her balance. "Mind helping me out with these boxes?"

"Of course," Warren shrugged at his friend, Monet St. Croix, before reaching for one of the boxes, not realizing how heavy it was. He nearly dropped the box on his feet. "Oh, shi-! What are you carrying?! Bell weights?"

"Textbooks." Monet said straightforwardly while climbing up the grand staircase.

Warren raised an eyebrow. "I thought we were going with digital textbooks?"

"Some, like me, still prefer print over electronic." Monet explained as she carefully took her final steps before making it to the second floor. She didn't realize that someone else was beside her until they grabbed a box, to her surprise and delight.

"At least you don't have to worry about papercuts with the digitals." Henry McCoy chortled while lifting the box over his shoulder with ease. He then started following both Monet and Warren to their destination.

"You done touring around the latest batch of students?" Warren asked, given that Henry's partner practically requested his help with the tour. Not to mention that the school year was officially going to start tomorrow, and students only had two days to settle into their new homes. And not to mention the mess from the New Year's celebration at the dining hall (he wasn't assigned to the clean-up team, thankfully).

"For now." Henry answered and then moved slightly ahead of the trio to hold the classroom door open. "I'm waiting for Bobby to come here with another batch shortly."

Monet entered her classroom, nodding at Henry to express thanks, and placed the box on one of the long wooden school desks. Then, she turned around to thank both of her assistants. "I appreciate the assistance, guys."

"Always." Warren put down his box on the teacher's desk. Henry followed his lead but placed the other box on the ground instead. "And if you need anything, my classroom's next door. So come fetch me if you need help with a rowdy student."

Monet chuckled and rolled her eyes. "Duly noted."

All three of them were startled by a knock on the door but only saw Professor Xavier at the entrance. His wheelchair stood out of the crowd because it originally had a sleek futuristic electric design. That was until the professor requested a change to manual for personal reasons. Other than that shift, much of it retained its original design, from the bronze metal parts to the light grayish-orange seating. It was quite a feat of craftsmanship. Xavier's hands were gripped to the metal handrims as he approached Henry with a warm smile while glancing over at the other two. "I believe someone's waiting for you with a bunch of impatient children downstairs."

They're already here? Henry told himself while nervously scratching the back of his neck. "I hope they didn't wait too long."

"Don't worry; I kept them busy for a minute with a quick summary about me." Xavier said almost in a calming manner, reaching out and touching Henry's enormous arm reassuringly. "And he's doing a good job managing the kids."

Henry, clearly more relaxed than earlier, gently grabbed the professor's hand and smiled softly before lightly jogging out of the classroom. "Thanks, profes... Charles."

Xavier turned towards Monet and Warren with a question while maintaining that warm smile. "Are the two of you ready for tomorrow?"

"Of course we are." Monet replied while pulling the textbooks out of the box on her desk.

"I heard earlier that you were down at the auditorium, practicing for the orientation." Warren said with such admiration that it made the professor blush. "I wish that I was there to hear you speak."

"I doubt rehearsing for a speech is as intriguing as you're picturing it." Charles laughed and then frowned for a fleeting moment so as not to alert them. "But I came here to see if either of you has seen Erik?"

Warren shook his head, but Monet responded with the answer. "I think he went to the gardens to meditate."

"Thank you." Charles thanked her and then departed with a farewell to the both of them. He made his way over to the elevator, wondering how rough the last couple of days had been for the faculty. The rather sudden announcement caught everyone, including himself, off-guard. But, there was no other option left in the campaign against the fanatical anti-mutant movement—seemingly spearheaded by President Robert Kelly. Charles had to know if the only sanctuary for mutants in the world was in danger. He needed to know if assembling the X-Men wasn't the mistake that would haunt him till the day he died.

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Age of Marvels - A Marvel Comics Roleplay [CLOSED]

@Mao Mao is accepted. You can add your sheet to the Character Tab.

@Retired

I should've made it clear that the X-Men themselves are available for someone to write about!

Age of Marvels - A Marvel Comics Roleplay [CLOSED]

I believe that everyone else who would be at or past the 48-hour threshold lacks a sample.

I'm about to send out some PMs to people that either a) are about minor adjustments, b) provide background lore relevant to their characters, or c) discuss problems I see with their sheet so they can work on them without having to wait the full 48 hours.

@Retired

I take it that I'm about to get a PM? Asking so I can make some time to respond.

Age of Marvels - A Marvel Comics Roleplay [CLOSED]

Well, I just got done with my crappy-looking sample post (the lack of a proper header makes me cry!).

SAMPLE POST

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// Winter 2023

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It was hard to believe that eight years had passed since the former students and faculty reunited with their teacher and confidante, Charles Xavier, at the site of their former school. Some were pleased to see the professor alive, while others were rightfully resentful of him for vanishing. But there were no excuses or regrets expressed by him. Instead, Xavier brought all of his colleagues and alumni to the entrance hall of his manor and presented them with a choice: "You can leave and resume your lives. Just know that you will always be welcomed back here—no questions about it. Or assist me with achieving my long-desired dream that every one of you believed in once. It will be a considerable and taxing effort that will always be constantly challenged without recognition from the world. But seeing a child feel valued and respected for the first time since their arrival will make all the hardships worth it in the end."

Some chose to leave for their own reasons, while others chose to remain and accept Charles' offer. Warren Worthington III was one of the few that stayed at the estate that evening. His reason was out of gratitude for the professor, who not only brought him to the school in its prime but fought tirelessly against his neglectful parents. The biweekly sessions with the Worthingtons were instrumental in building up their relationship over time. And, of course, it would've cost a fortune to renovate the estate—a fortune that he had through Worthington Industries. His father, the company's CEO, was more than eager to help out the mutant cause despite displeasure from the board of directors.

Warren examined the chandelier hanging over the renovated entrance hall with renewed purpose. To think it was initially lying on the floor, broken for decades before it was finally repaired. Now it was proudly displayed for new arrivals to marvel at. He heard a familiar feminine voice behind him, struggling to maintain her balance. "Mind helping me out with these boxes?"

"Of course," Warren shrugged at his friend, Monet St. Croix, before reaching for one of the boxes, not realizing how heavy it was. He nearly dropped the box on his feet. "Oh, shi-! What are you carrying?! Bell weights?"

"Textbooks." Monet said straightforwardly while climbing up the grand staircase.

Warren raised an eyebrow. "I thought we were going with digital textbooks?"

"Some, like me, still prefer print over electronic." Monet explained as she carefully took her final steps before making it to the second floor. She didn't realize that someone else was beside her until they grabbed a box, to her surprise and delight.

"At least you don't have to worry about papercuts with the digitals." Henry McCoy chortled while lifting the box over his shoulder with ease. He then started following both Monet and Warren to their destination.

"You done touring around the latest batch of students?" Warren asked, given that Henry's partner practically requested his help with the tour. Not to mention that the school year was officially going to start tomorrow, and students only had two days to settle into their new homes. And not to mention the mess from the New Year's celebration at the dining hall (he wasn't assigned to the clean-up team, thankfully).

"For now." Henry answered and then moved slightly ahead of the trio to hold the classroom door open. "I'm waiting for Bobby to come here with another batch shortly."

Monet entered her classroom, nodding at Henry to express thanks, and placed the box on one of the long wooden school desks. Then, she turned around to thank both of her assistants. "I appreciate the assistance, guys."

"Always." Warren put down his box on the teacher's desk. Henry followed his lead but placed the other box on the ground instead. "And if you need anything, my classroom's next door. So come fetch me if you need help with a rowdy student."

Monet chuckled and rolled her eyes. "Duly noted."

All three of them were startled by a knock on the door but only saw Professor Xavier at the entrance. His wheelchair stood out of the crowd because it originally had a sleek futuristic electric design. That was until the professor requested a change to manual for personal reasons. Other than that shift, much of it retained its original design, from the bronze metal parts to the light grayish-orange seating. It was quite a feat of craftsmanship. Xavier's hands were gripped to the metal handrims as he approached Henry with a warm smile while glancing over at the other two. "I believe someone's waiting for you with a bunch of impatient children downstairs."

They're already here? Henry told himself while nervously scratching the back of his neck. "I hope they didn't wait too long."

"Don't worry; I kept them busy for a minute with a quick summary about me." Xavier said almost in a calming manner, reaching out and touching Henry's enormous arm reassuringly. "And he's doing a good job managing the kids."

Henry, clearly more relaxed than earlier, gently grabbed the professor's hand and smiled softly before lightly jogging out of the classroom. "Thanks, profes... Charles."

Xavier turned towards Monet and Warren with a question while maintaining that warm smile. "Are the two of you ready for tomorrow?"

"Of course we are." Monet replied while pulling the textbooks out of the box on her desk.

"I heard earlier that you were down at the auditorium, practicing for the orientation." Warren said with such admiration that it made the professor blush. "I wish that I was there to hear you speak."

"I doubt rehearsing for a speech is as intriguing as you're picturing it." Charles laughed and then frowned for a fleeting moment so as not to alert them. "But I came here to see if either of you has seen Erik?"

Warren shook his head, but Monet responded with the answer. "I think he went to the gardens to meditate."

"Thank you." Charles thanked her and then departed with a farewell to the both of them. He made his way over to the elevator, wondering how rough the last couple of days had been for the faculty. The rather sudden announcement caught everyone, including himself, off-guard. But, there was no other option left in the campaign against the fanatical anti-mutant movement—seemingly spearheaded by President Robert Kelly. Charles had to know if the only sanctuary for mutants in the world was in danger. He needed to know if assembling the X-Men wasn't the mistake that would haunt him till the day he died.

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