Marik

Absolute Comics - Season Two: TBD [ACCEPTING NEW PLAYERS] {TEST THREAD}

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Name:
Gwyneth “Gwen” Hawke

Alias:
Alciel

Age:
14

Appearance:
Alciel, or Gwen, is an upstanding young lady who reaches 5 foot 4 inches in height. Her thin frame lacks any definition that maturity would bring, and her weight stays rather low in the 100 pound region. She has straight red hair that goes down to her chest, grayish blue eyes, and freckles dot her light colored skin. A black tattoo rests on the inside of her left forearm, the sigil of Alciel, a triangle with a circle on the inside and pointed arrows reaching out of each of the triangles points. She wears the usual stuff that kids her age would, a black camisole, dark jeans, and a pair of red converse sneakers.

Abilities/Skills:
Genius- Gwen’s intellect rivals that of aged scholars. She’s attended one of the most prestigious academies in The Presidium, learning various advanced mathematics and sciences. She is also familiar with the inner workings of computers, electronics, and machines.

Soul Reaper- Alciel is a demon, and demons want souls. When somebody dies, Gwen has the chance to capture their soul and devour it before it ascends to heaven to be judged. Captured souls can be used to heal the wounds of the bearer, or another person by transferring the soul’s essence through touch. Not only that, but the bearer can look into the soul and learn things about the person that it used to be, such as their known information, thoughts, and desires. Lastly, Alciel can convert a soul into raw energy that can power electronics or be flung at foes as a weapon. Depending on the wills of individual people, their souls can vary in power, and a lesser demonic force like Alciel may not be able to absorb these stronger foes.

I see dead people- Gwen perceives the world on a whole new level, and can actually see and communicate with spirits, ghosts, and all manner of supernatural being.

Backstory:
Alciel was a demon who never seemed to get his way. You see, Alciel only ever had one goal, to completely destroy humanity. While he dreamed big, the boy wasn’t the most powerful hell spawn, and always seemed to be overshadowed by his colleagues. The most headway he’s ever gotten was the destruction of a few European villages, but he soon entered a long depression when his mortal rival, Leviathan, proved he was better by causing the Library of Alexandria to burn to cinders. Alciel would then be content to sit by the sidelines as greater abominations were committed, such as the world wars and the events that would cause the ruin of Earth. He would eventually rethink his life and settle for ruling one of the last territories of Earth, choosing to possess Lex Luthor. The only problem was that Alciel misaimed and entered the body of a newborn baby girl named Gwyneth Hawke. Upon entry the purity of the child was too much for the demon to handle. Instead of devouring her soul, he accidentally fused with it, causing the two to become one and the same, reverting Alciel’s mind to an infantile state.

This new being would grow up confused and feeling as if there was more to her than she currently knew. Gwen would swear that she could see people that others could not, and dreamed of burning planes of hell and monstrous creatures. This worried her greatly, but she never let it get in the way of her academics. This is where the girl excelled, acing all the classes she took and proved to be one of the leading minds of her generation. By 13 Gwen was working in Luthor’s labs programing the Lex-bots and designing more efficient models. Life was good in The Presidium; parties, posh apartments, literally anything Gwen wanted she could get.

Eventually the dreams would get so bad that they occurred on a nightly basis, and in every one Gwen would be lucid. When she looked to her body she saw that of a young man, and on her forearm a sigil that she somehow knew to say Alciel. At this discovery a man appeared before Gwen, saying that his name was Satan, the ruler of hell. Satan would proceed to tell Alciel that while he initially fucked up, there was potential in his current situation, and that his original task of ruling The Presidium was still obtainable. In her dreams, Satan would teach Gwen of her abilities to manipulate souls, and ordered the girl to stage a coup by programing the Lex-bots to do her bidding, and strike Luthor and his associates down when the time was right. She came pretty close to pulling it off, but ultimately failed when her plans of deceit were discovered. For the crime of treason, Gwen was shipped off to Pandemonium.

Sample Post:
Alciel patted the dirt off his coat and gave a long yawn in the wake of the rising sun. He gazed out one of the inn’s many windows from the room he had rented for the night. The small town of Rivermouth and its peasant population would be stirring from their slumber just as the demon boy had, preparing for their miserable mortal lives. A fiendish smile came over Alciel as he looked over the river that bordered this settlement. This was his time. Today, he’d so something seriously evil. Walking down to the wooden bridge that crossed the stream of water, Alciel sat and waited, munching on a sweet bread roll in an attempt to seem as though he was just enjoying a light breakfast. When he was around half way finished with the pastry, a woman approached the bridge with a fishing rod in hand.

“Just in time…” Alciel had to stifle a cackle at this thought. His target was one Hilda Baker, a young lady who came out to the river daily to feed her family. She would do as she always did, cast her rod and wait for a bite, only she would be uneventful, as Alciel had willed it so. After an hour of clear streams, Hilda started to pack up in disappointment. Just as she began to retreat back to her cottage, Alciel stood and placed his hand on the woman’s shoulder. “Hold on miss. I happened to notice that you’ve had troubles in fetching supper for your kin. Maybe I could help in your quarry.” With a mix of confusion and desperation, Hilda turned back to the river to hear what this young man had to say. “Now, you may think that the fish just aren’t in this part of the river, but that’s not your issue. What you need is proper bait. Why not use these?”

Almost like magic, because it was, Alciel pulled a basket of worms from behind his back, and offered them to Hilda. “If you use these worms, I’m sure you’ll be able to tempt even the most cautious fish out of this river. Why not give it a go then?” A few moments later Hilda was back at with one of Alciel’s worms on her rod and patiently waited as he had instructed. She soon felt a rather violent tugging, and with ease Hilda surfaced one of the biggest fish that the girl had ever seen. With each worm the girl could catch a fish of equal size, and soon the whole village had emerged to the scene.

“Alright, alright, I get it! You can stop showing me this now, I understand that I fucked up bad that time!” The vision of the old timey town faded as the whiny grievances of Alciel, or Gwen, ordered her master Satan to put this show to an end. The man that stood in front of the small girl just shook his head in disappointment. “I’m showing you that to let you know that you can never do worse than what you did back then. You want to know what happened? The whole town was able to eat for a week! It baffles me to this day that you didn’t think to make the fish poisonous.” Alciel sighed, unsure of how to respond.

“Look, that was your past, your future has yet to be made. Greatness will come with the death of the one named Luthor, I am sure of it. If not? Well, I’m sure the life of a peasant girl will treat you nicely Alciel.” Wishing to sling a rebuttal to Satan’s insult but deciding against it, Gwen would bow before her master. “Good. Now go, prepare these machinations you control for the upcoming battle…” Standing, Alciel looked over at the burning planes of hell, suddenly seeing a portal back to the waking world. “I won’t fail you this time my lord. This plan is foolproof! It was quite simple really. All I needed to do was add a tiny bit of code to the robot modules. A simple, if A happens, do B. And once we put this code in enough of the Lex-bots…” Satan grimaced, both annoyed and confused at this display of child-like giddiness. Alciel soon caught on, and quickly retreated through the portal.

Notes:
I like southern iced tea. It’s refreshing and sweet, much better than the traditional stuff.

I hate looking for character pictures

<Snipped quote by Marik>

@Dinh AaronMk

*Sweat up by 40%*

I hate looking for character pictures

Best solution: don't use character pictures. Just write out a description.

E-Z AS P-Z

@Dinh AaronMk

But I LOVE having an absolute picture that lets other people know what my character looks like. if anything I'll use both, and just write what the picture doesn't show.

Also, fuck white guys with dreads.

I hate looking for character pictures

I hate that when I type in “guy with dreads” I have to add the word “black”

I hate that when I type in “___ teenager” I see links to porn websites before I go over to the image tab.

Be Who You Wanna Be

I'll throw the hat I don't own in the pile.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

Krimson

“Yo Ashley! I got the tacos!” Shouted Lamar with a huge grin on his face as he walked into the dingy apartment these two now called home. He plopped the heaping bag on the coffee table that sat in front of the television set which was currently displaying an old fighting game. “Yeah, yeah, give me a sec.” With absolute precision her fingers audibly tapped the buttons on the controller translating to the character on screen preforming an intricate combo that ended the match. Satisfied, Ashley placed the controller on the table in victory. “That online?”

“Nah, we haven’t gotten the internet set up yet. I don’t think this game has an online scene anymore anyway.” Taking one of the many tacos from the bag, Ashley crunched into it as she watched her character on screen dance over the bloody corpse of the opponent. “So, you settling in alright? It ain’t much but it’s the best we could do on our budget.” Ain’t much was right. The apartment building was situated in one of the poorer parts of Lost Haven. The suite itself, if you could even call it that, was a dimly lit sardine tin with a bedroom, bath, living room, and kitchen. “Yeah, about that. I was kind of hoping with the money we made on the road that, you know, we’d be able to get someplace less dumpy? I mean I’m not asking for much but I’d at least like to have my own room.”

“That’s the problem, we didn’t actually make all that much money. I’ve tallied up what we got and if we don’t make more, we’ll only be here for a couple months tops.” Ashley nodded her head rather unfazed, finishing her first taco and grabbing the controller for another round, this time selecting a four armed muscly creature as her fighter. “It’s no big deal. We go out and hit up a few places every now and then…” It was clear to Lamar that his friend wasn’t looking at the big picture here. What they had been doing before was small time, and in a city like this the potential was almost limitless. “If you haven’t noticed, we’re not just a couple of high-school dropout punks anymore. We’ve actually got a bit of a name behind us. Now, I’ve been using that to get in contact with some of the groups around town, to try and figure out what’s what around here. Right now it looks like there are a ton of Meta’s running around trying to hold the law. Fortunately, there’s an equal number of big bads around, guys that might be willing to partner up on some jobs, and that’s where you come in. All you have to do is go out there, make yourself look professional when you’re hitting up places. Earn respect with the locals, and maybe they’ll find it in their best interests to have you do things for them.”

Grinning, Ashley finished her second match and reached for another foil wrapped taco. “Cool, I can handle that Mr. Mastermind. You weren’t at the top of our grade for nothing. It’s too bad you couldn’t graduate, I’m sure you would’ve been so happy buried under paperwork in an office somewhere.” With a sigh Lamar plopped down on the couch and gabbed the controller, content to relax after a long day on the town. “You and I both know that wasn’t an option, for either of us. After what happened to Kell, there was no way we’d get off the hook. He was the kid of one of the richest families in Miami after all, not to mention that they’re rumored to have connections with the Mafia. If we had stayed in Florida, we’d either be in Jail, or dead.” With that in mind, it was up in the air if it was known that Ash and Lamar were even involved in the James Kell case, but a particularly smart individual would be able to put two and two together. Hell, there could be somebody after them right now and they wouldn’t even know it.

“You ever figure out if Leviathan’s been seen around here?” As the demonic invasion took place right in the middle of Lost Haven, this city seemed like a likely location for the Sea Serpent to slither off to. If there were even any demons left that survived the incident and Leviathan was here, they’d of probably joined up with him. The whole demon thing was pretty confusing to the cursed teen who wanted nothing more than to destroy the great beast she encountered all those years ago. Even so, doubt festered inside her in the form of the very thing that gave her power. Thoughts of instead joining his ranks were born from the blood, insisting that there was no way Ashley would be able to take out such a powerful being. But this was to be expected, as the girl was now a part of him, an auger to spread his influence. “Everyone I’ve spoken to hasn’t seen or heard of Leviathan, but I wouldn’t count on him not being here. Don’t worry, we’ll find him, I promise.” Feeling the sincerity in his voice, Ashley simply reached out her fist for a friendly bump. Their hands collided for a brief moment, then reached down to the two controllers.

I Need Art Advice

you should give them dicks

and tits

dicks and tits everywhere

and maybe have two up front having a sword fight

you know what I mean

Shuffle your music player and post the first 10 songs

Untitled 63- Tyler the Creator
Bonfire- Childish Gambino
Love Is Not Enough- Yelawolf
Kill- Earl Sweatshirt
All the Shine- Childish Gambino
Rock The House- Gorillaz
Hold Up- Marion Band$
Thisniggaugly- Earl Sweatshirt
Burger- Tyler the Creator
Faucet- Earl Sweatshirt

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

Character you have created: Ashley “Ash” Bailey

Alias: Krimson

Speech Color: Crimson, what else?

Character Alignment: Villain

Identity: Known

Character Personality: At this point, Ashley is deceiving herself that her actions so far have been justified, that she needed to do so to survive. While she might be a good person deep down (and she really is) it still shows that the demon Leviathan has planted his seed of corruption. Most of her morals stay untouched, as Ashley won’t kill if it can be avoided, unless it’s someone she absolutely hates. Otherwise the girl would much rather make jokes in the expense of her enemies, and loves acting snarky and sarcastic. With a loner attitude Ashley finds it difficult to trust somebody she hasn’t had a past relationship with, considering Lamar to be her one and only ally. All in all, Krimson’s just a juvenile delinquent, and her actions will most likely lead to an untimely demise.

Uniform/costume: Normally, and while out causing crimes, Ashley can be seen in street clothes. She only really becomes Krimson once her blood is drawn, at which point her skin gets covered with a fine layer of thick blood. It tends to go everywhere except the hair, but only covers her face by the eyes like a mask would. If you were to look at this blood outfit, it would be reminiscent of a ninja garb.

Origin Info/Details: Ashley Bailey was born in Miami, Florida to Allan Bailey and Linette Jones sometime in the mid to late 90’s. Two years after their first born the couple would have a baby girl named Anne, and a year after that would be the birth of their second son, Steve. Allan would work an honest living doing what he loved, building racecars, and while it didn’t bring in very much, the family was able to procure a small suburban home in Miami Beach. As a child, Ash was fairly sheltered, mostly because of his mother’s upbringing. The end result was a shy, still childish individual in a world where all the other kids had to act cool to make friends. That isn’t to say he didn’t have any; ever since the fourth grade Ash’s been tight with one other person, Lamar Williams. These two seemed like they had been separated at birth with the amount of time they spent together and their similar interests. From that moment on it was long sleepover weekends staying up all night playing video games and watching anime, their social lives be damned.

In his teens Ash would grow more jaded, going from a promising young academic to a promising young slacker. He maintained the minimal grades he needed to get booted ahead through school, and was even moved to a slow class once even though he didn’t really belong there. The faculty found him to be a pain, and his peers barely even knew he was there. It probably all came down to his bad attitude, that he was just some nobody geek. It didn’t help that this was around the time he found out that he was transgendered either, unbeknownst to the world. Punk rock and rap music would be his crutch, and Ash would either be zoning out to some rhymes or catching Z’s in class. He would still have those weekend sleepovers with Lamar, and the itinerary was still the same, only now marijuana was added to the equation.

It was around this time that Ash became involved with a group of gothic kids that always hung out in the hallways during lunch. Seeing that Ash was alone most of the time, he was approached by their leader, Vance Hunter. With nothing better to do, Ash went along with their lunchtime loitering. While he couldn’t really call these people friends, they all seemed chill enough. After months of this, Vance invited Ash over to his place for a gathering. When he arrived, the group was prepping for a satanic ritual by drawing a pentagram on the floor. Finding this hilarious, Ash decided to humor them and go along with it, only really questioning his decisions when Vance asked for his blood. Fearing his safety Ash attempted to leave, but was quickly rushed down and had his hand slashed over the pentagram. The end result was the summoning of a large Snake demon named Leviathan. Thankful for his release from hell, Leviathan would “reward” Ash by cursing his blood and leaving the other teens with nothing. He never hung out with Victor and his gang after that, and continued life normally even though he had no idea what the demon did to him.

In his later years of high school, Ash would experience the moment that would bring forth his latent powers. The trigger would be one James Kell. James was an elitist snob that made sure the whole world revolved around him. This snide rich kid had been on Ash’s case since day one. The point was, they didn’t like each other, only Kell was more upfront about it. He made a habit of throwing insults at Ash, and when Ash actually grew the balls to throw a few back, things got a bit physical, resulting in James getting a kick to the balls and both ending up in after school detention. James didn’t really like that, and decided that after they got out, he would beat the living shit out of Ash, or worse, pulling a knife and slashing Ash’s arm. Luckily Lamar had been waiting for his friend and came to aid him when he heard the shouting. They promptly beat him down, but a terrible bloodlust came over Ash, his hand’s strangely coated in the blood from his cut. Lamar wouldn’t be able to stop Ash from beating James’ body into a bloody mess, leaving Ash soaked in red that almost seemed to give his hands beastly claws. With Kell surely dead, his blood was absorbed through Ash’s wound, rejuvenating him.

Lamar could only watch in a wondrous horror, this was some type of Meta Human feat. The two laid low for a few days, and all the while Ash was afraid of bringing whatever it was that killed James out. It was about now when the voices started, telling Ash that what he did wasn’t so bad, that it was only self-defense, and maybe it wouldn’t be a big deal if he did it again. Fearing the safety of his family, and quite positive that the police would find out it was them that killed James, Ash and Lamar went on the run. With little to no work experience and even less money, they would soon be homeless. In the months to pass the demonic influence coupled with disparity made the teens turn to robbing convenience stores, and while originally Ash never wanted to draw his own blood again, a few accidents would lead to the deaths of various homeless people and soon Ash found that he didn’t quite mind using his blood to get what he wanted.

Eventually the two went on a crime spree up the east coast robbing blood banks to satiate Ash’s hunger, and pharmacies for female hormones to fix his issues with his body image. Now going by she and seeing the recent demon scourge in Lost Haven, Ashley’s gained a newfound purpose to track down Leviathan and destroy him by whatever means necessary. In the meantime, the two would rent out a small apartment in Lost Haven, planning their next move.

Hero Type: Some sort of strange cross between an elemental blood bender and supernatural vampire.

Power Level: Street Level

Powers (Be Specific): So, Ashley’s blood is alive. More than that even, it’s sentient. It thinks, it feels, it speaks to her, it hungers. The increased iron in it only makes it more durable, so when it covers her body completely, it’s almost as if Ashley’s wearing some sort of armor. Not only that, but it cooperates with Ashley, tending to do whatever she says as long as she supplies more blood. If she were to make a gash on her palm she could shoot it like a whip or bullet, make her hands into claws or craft some sort of weapon out of blood, her favorite being a sword, like her signature blood katana. Constructions like her weapons and clothes can only keep their advanced shapes when in contact with Ashley, and everything else would be just be a random mass. If she ever gets banged up too much, her blood gives her some sort of accelerated healing. This can be increased somewhat by absorbing a deceased individual’s blood, and this very act even keeps Ashley young, virtually stopping the aging process is she can get enough blood.

Attributes

Strength Level: Normal Human

Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Normal Human

Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: Normal Human

Agility: Normal Human

Intelligence: Average

Fighting Skill: Untrained

Resources: Minimal

Weaknesses: Considering Ashley’s power is connected to her blood, it doesn’t end well for her if she draws too much and it can’t get back into her body, growing constantly weaker as time goes on and eventually dying. Any blood outside of Ashley’s body would die after an hour, losing its demonic properties. Even with her accelerated healing, she would still be killed if shot enough, stabbed enough, pulverized, burned to ashes, so on and so forth. She can only absorb a person’s blood if that person has died, or if it has been separated from the body for long periods of time. Ashley is now considered some sort of demonic entity, and can fall victim to all types of holy rituals. On top of that, she can’t walk in churches, but that’s fine, she didn’t want to anyway. If Ashley doesn’t at least take in new blood on a regular basis, it may not be inclined to do her bidding, operating on a more bestial nature of survival, prone to attack blindly to quench its thirst. Also, if you keep the girl from bleeding all together, then she’s only as powerful as a normal human.

Supporting Characters: Allan Bailey (Father), Linette Jones (Mother), Anne Bailey (Younger Sister), Steve Bailey (Younger Brother), Lamar Williams (Best Friend), Vance Hunter (Gothic Gang Leader), Leviathan (Demon), James Kell (Deceased Bully)

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


Sample Post:
“Come on man, I’ve been at the wheel all day! You know we’re only about an hour from the hospital, right? If we’re gonna be hitting that place up, you don’t want me drowsy. The least you can do is let me switch places with your hell-spawn @$$, or whatever the f&%k you said that weird blood s#!t was.” Ashley gave a good five second laugh under her breath, shaking her head back and forth as if Lamar couldn’t be any more confused than he was now, and like this wasn’t the fifth time they’ve been over this.

“Yeah no, you’re right. I’m the demon here.” She belted in an exaggerated tone, pointing a piece of red liquorish at her face before shoving the whole thing in her mouth. Between muffled chewing, the young adult continued. “Yeah, it’s not like I summoned one of the seven princes of hell and he damned my everlasting soul, corrupting my blood and having it whisper murderous thoughts to me.” Lamar’s pishaw was audible over the loud rumblings of the old two seater careening down the highway. It was clear he had no intention of believing that Ash and those goth kids were actually successful in their satanic ritual.

“I don’t know what you’ve been smoking... Look, there’s no such thing as demons, alright? Maybe that @$$hole Vance did something to you, maybe this whole blood situation you’ve got has just been there this whole time. But you can’t look me in the eyes and truthfully tell me that a sea snake appeared out of a drawing on the ground, drank your blood, and then barfed it all back inside you.” This wasn’t even funny anymore, just depressing. Ashley could only gaze out the window at the reminder of her harrowing encounter with Leviathan, and the “reward” he gave her.

“So you’re telling me that you’ll see Meta Humans on the news every day doing all sorts of fantastical s#!t, but my case isn’t valid?” Hearing some hint of seriousness in his friend’s voice, Lamar reeled back on the jokes. Seeing a chance to stop, he pulled into a roadside diner. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe we’ll see that slimy f&%k one of these days. Right now though, we’re bringing in the money. If we keep this up we’ll have enough to make Kell spin in his grave.” This elected a laugh between the two, if there was anything that would have followed Bailey from Florida, she was glad it was her friendship with Lamar. “Hey, you want a burger before we head out?” Lamar just smiled and pulled a ski mask over his face. “Yeah, let’s eat.”

Within the hour the pair rolled up to Cumberland Hospital, the bright sign bearing large blocky blue letters proclaiming it so. “How do you want to do this? Run in, guns blazing?” Lamar shook his head disapprovingly. “Where do you think they keep the blood in this place? If we do that, we’ll have cops on us before we even get what we want. Think, we’re at a hospital. Let’s say one of us needed service… you get what I’m saying?”

A bloodied Ashley slumped over Lamar’s shoulder burst through the glass double doors. Attendants rushed over to the screaming teen, stretcher at the ready. As they stumbled through the lobby they left a red trail behind them, which contrasted with the stark white environment. “You gotta help my friend! S-she’s hurt really bad, some psycho with a knife tried to kill her!” Ashley was quickly carted down the hallways of the hospital, and with all the commotion Lamar would be able to slip away, hurrying to where the facility stored the blood. By the time he arrived doctors were working quickly to help the supposed stab victim. Blood bags were loaded into a large backpack as cuts were stitched; even though blood seeped from her flesh, Ashley would gain more tenfold.

“Hey… Isn’t that…” One of the nurses peered into the room that Ashley was being stitched up in. “That’s Krimson! Call security, that’s Krimson!” Ah, of course somebody would recognize the “Blood Bandit”. With their doings plastered on the news it was practically a given. “Well s#!t...The jig’s up!” Like a geyser blood spewed from Ashley’s torso, knocking back the doctors that surrounded the table. In a crimson afterimage the red trail followed its master when she ran down the hallways back to the entrance. “We’ve been found out, high tail it back to the car!”

“Rodger that!” Lamar quickly hung up the call and slung his pack over his shoulder. Back in the white lobby the two crossed paths, the only thing standing between them and sweet freedom being the two security guards on duty at this late hour. A pistol was leveled at each of the robbers, albeit shaky at the sight of a Meta Human. “Freeze scum! Drop the bag, put your hands up and get on the ground!” Confused, Ashley asked , “Wait, you want us to stand still and get on the ground at the same time? How does that make any sense?” This only enraged the guards more, and it also made them more unaware of the thick liquid crawling up their legs. “Stand down! Get on the ground! G-get on the ground now!”

“Alright, I’m putting my hands up. Don’t shoot. I’m just gonna put my hands up… now.” With the movement, the blood oozing up each of them sprung to their guns, knocking the weapons to the ground, followed by the guards as they tried to catch their equipment. Ashley and Lamar ran at the chance, peeling off the property with their plentiful bounty.