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Ghostbusters: Ecto-Charge!

@BenG85
So I came up with a character. He's going to be the skeptic member until he sees actual ghosts.

Chase Robinson

Character Name:

Chase Robinson

Age:

20

Major:

Creative Writing

Personality:

Chase is a pleasant person to be around. While he doesn’t stand out too much, he always has a polite smile and doesn’t say anything too offensive. Part of this is because he is an introvert, favoring putting his nose in a book then engaging in conversation. He doesn’t like to rock the boat as he grew up in a household of fights. As such he tends to keep to the status quo.

Chase is a staunch skeptic. While he finds the stories of folklore and mythology interesting and good stories, he does view them as simply stories. Perhaps one of the reasons he writes fantasy is for escapism. Chase views his life as pretty mundane, save the family troubles. Chase tends to avoid these things, keeping his mind on his dreams.

While Chase doesn’t mention it much, he is bisexual. He kept it on the down low back in his hometown as he didn’t want people talking, or his family finding out. Chase is not very good at romantic relationships, having not dated anyone since his senior year of high school. But he is still looking, hoping that with as many people living in Olympia that he could find a match.

Background:

Chase was born in the small town of Krant, a few hours drive from Olympia. Chase was one of four kids, born to a school teacher and an entrepreneur. Chase enjoyed growing up in his small town, getting to know all the residents very well. Chase’s father would try multiple times to put Krant on the map, starting all kinds of businesses and creating many different products. The repeated failure of these ventures put a strain on Chase’s parents’ relationship.

Chase would escape this conflict through the written word. He would quickly make his way through most of the books in his small elementary school, before moving onto the used bookstore that sat in downtown Krant. Chase would spend many an hour perusing the many overstocked shelves of the store. Even when a big box bookstore opened in Krant as part of a new development, Chase would still favor the independent store.

In his later years at elementary/middle school, Chase would begin dabbling in writing his own stories. They would function as an escape for Chase as his parents’ relationship got worse. Chase would not be able escape the whispers of small town gossip about his family. Eventually it reached a boiling point, and the summer before starting high school, Chase, his siblings, and his mother would move out of Krant.

They would move to West Hartings, a small city much closer to the big city of Olympia. Chase’s mother would get a job at a high school just as Chase started at the same school. Chase would fall in with the artsy crowd, favoring the language arts. It was in these teen years both decided he wanted to write for a living and also became a skeptic. But conversely he also came to view supernatural stories as good fodder for stories.

Chase would end up winning a short story writing course for his school district. This confirmed to Chase that writing was his true calling. But he didn’t dive in immediately, instead after graduating he decided to travel the world. For many months he would backpack across Europe and Asia alongside some friends. Chase would find these cultures and superstitions interesting, incorporating them into his writing.

When Chase returned to America, he applied to Evergreen State College. He was quickly accepted, prompting him to move to Olympia a month before classes would start. Chase found a cheap apartment, and would find employment at an independent book store much like the one in Krant. Chase would immediately go head first into his studies.

Chase would manage to maintain good grades through his first year. It was then during his second year that he would decide to take a mythology course. Chase mostly took it as a form of research for the fantasy stories he wrote. But he would find Professor Abraham very interesting, getting annoyed when anyone called him Doctor Specter. In fact he greatly enjoyed the course, even if he viewed it all as stories and nothing else.

Favorite Ghost:

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Do You Believe in UFO's, Astral Projections, Mental Telepathy, ESP, Clairvoyance, Spirit Photography, Telekinetic Movement, Full Trance Mediums, The Loch Ness Monster and The Theory of Atlantis?:

While they are all cool concepts, I do realize that they probably don’t exist. But they make great fiction.

Rise of the Rocketeers [WW2 era... kicking Nazi ass!]

@Omega Man
Alright, I finished my character and here he is.

Alexander Louis

Name: Alexander Louis

Age: 26

Civilian or Soldier: Air Force

Face claim: Sidney Poitier

Job: Air Force Mechanic

Skills: Fluent in French, expert plane mechanic, basic first aid training, great spatial sense

Sample Post: Alexander sighed as he finished looking over the engine of a P-40 Warhawk. Like the last several ones he had inspected, there was absolutely nothing wrong with it. Alexander took pride in his work and was content that all the airplanes at the air field were in top condition. Alexander then began the walk down the Tuskegee Air Field runway, heading back toward the mess hall, hoping that they were still serving food.

As he did so, Alexander appreciated the stunning, red, setting sun. As he looked up at the sky, Alexander wished that he could be up there. When he had enlisted in the military, Alexander dreamed of becoming a pilot, traveling through the clouds. But the thing was, no black man had ever been a pilot in the American Air Force. So Alexander stowed these dreams, instead using his civilian skill set as a mechanic to serve his country.

But then the Tuskegee Airmen became a thing. Suddenly black men were allowed to fly in the air force. Alexander had immediately pushed to join the unit, eventually getting in. But he still wouldn’t be able to fly, as there were precious few planes available, and only the best of the best were made pilots. Yet again Alexander found himself simply maintaining planes.

It was with these thoughts in mind that Alexander entered the mess hall. To his surprise, there still was food out, though it was no longer hot. But Alexander didn’t really mind, scooping it up onto a tray. By now most of the tables were empty, the pilots and support crew having already eaten. There was still a few people Alexander recognized sitting together, but Alexander’s mood had soured and he didn’t really feel like conversing.

Instead he took a seat by himself in the corner of the room. Alexander then downed the substandard food that they served on base, missing his Grandma’s Haitian cooking. But at least it was edible, as Alexander had heard that the food provided in the field in Europe was even worse.

Just as Alexander was finishing up with his food, the doors to the mess hall swung open, a stranger entering. While not recognizing someone on base wasn’t that odd, what was odd was that he was white. Like most things, the mess halls were still segregated by skin color. Alexander eyed the man suspiciously, even more so as he approached the mechanic.

“Are you Mister Alexander Louis?” asked the man.

“Yes,” Alexander replied, “May I ask who is asking?”

“My name is Cliff Seacord,” replied the man as he offered his hand, Alexander shaking it with his own.

“I’ve been reading your files. You’ve applied to become a pilot several times now. But you’ve been passed over each time,” stated Cliff.

“Yes,” replied Alexander, “There are too few opportunities for men like me.”

“Well what if I told you a new opportunity just opened up for you?” asked Cliff, “I’m here to recruit you to an experimental air force unit.”

“What kind of unit?” questioned Alexander.

“Personal aviation units, or more simply you’ll be a Rocketeer, like me,” answered Cliff.

“A Rocketeer? Seriously?” wondered Alexander, “I mean how would I start?”

“You attend basic training under me. We leave for California in the morning, and no we aren’t taking a rocket pack. I have a plane waiting,” explained Cliff.

Alexander glanced over at the other crew still in the mess hall. He had formed bonds with these men, a brotherhood. But this was a once in a lifetime opportunity, a chance to fly through the sky. So while it would be hard to say goodbye, Alexander did just that before packing what few belongings he had on base into a bag.

Alexander didn’t sleep at all that night, but he was still at perfect attention when morning came and he boarded the plane with Cliff Seacord. Alexander would end up just staring out the window for the entire flight from Alabama to California. It was pure bliss for him just to be among the clouds.

Notes: Alexander is fluent in French due his Grandmother being from Haiti. Also I made him a part of the Tuskegee Airmen, the first all black air force unit. I’ve always been interested in them and I think making one of them into a Rocketeer would be interesting.

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

Sir Kherun Zeydria

The young druid stood at perfect attention as the Knight-Captain addressed him. Of course it wasn’t a good time Kherun quickly realized as the Captain had been preparing to speak with someone of importance. Truth be told Kherun hadn’t really been prepped on what the situation was before being sent as a reinforcement. For all he knew Kherun could be interrupting important matters that would affect the entire kingdom.

Thus he took the command to look for more possible survivors with the aid of his familiars as a good one. But just as Kherun turned away from the Knight-Captain, he was approached by a more senior knight. They asked if it was necessary for Kherun to have mercy killed the fallen mercenary, as they still gotten information from him as they were still many questions apparently. Kherun was not aware of what any of those questions as he was out of the loop.

“My apologies,” Kherun said quickly as he bowed a little, “I made the call as it appeared that he couldn’t even form words anymore. His mouth was full of blood and it looked like he was drowning in it.”

As Kherun stopped bowing, Watcher landed on his shoulder, giving a shrill hoot and staring at Fleuri.

“I am sorry I am new to this. It was my first battle as a Knight and I didn’t know the proper protocol. So I shall redeem my error by looking for more who may have survived.”

With another bow, Kherun walked away from the veteran knight. As he did so, Watcher lifted back into the air, also looking for the living. Kherun then waded back into the field of the dead, Wedge following from behind. Wishing to redeem his mistake, Kherun took great effort to check every body. After a few minutes his gloves were coated in blood, as he inspected all kinds of weapon injuries.

The pain in his shoulder where he had been hit continued to get worse as he moved it up and down to inspect the bodies. Eventually Kherun had to stand up, leaning on his staff, as a bolt of pain went up his whole right side. He began breathing deeply, calling upon druidic practices instilled in him as a child. It helped center Kherun once more, the rush of battle slowly fading away.

But this meditation was interrupted by a loud hoot from Watcher. The familiar cry awoke Kherun to the outside world. He saw the owl circling near the tree line, and beneath him a body. Except as he stared at the fallen mercenary, Kherun could see that it was slowly moving.

The druid knight immediately ran over toward the trees, sword and staff in hand. As he got closer, Kherun saw the main wounds on his body, a set of slices to his legs, effectively crippling his lower half. The mercenary was pulling himself with just his arms away from the battlefield, as his legs left a trail of blood in the grass.

“I would stop if I were you,” stated Kherun as he stepped in front of the man, pointing his sword at him.

The mercenary chuckled, “So you going to kill me? Or you going to let me bleed out?”

“Neither,” replied Kherun as he placed his staff down on the ground.

Magic flowed from Kherun, through the staff, and into the ground. After a few moments vines began to grow out of the ground, wrapping around the mercenary’s legs, tight enough to stifle the bleeding. The mercenary grunted at the pressure. Kherun then picked up the man, lifting him onto the back of Wedge. As he did so, his shoulder throbbed with pain. Kherun then began to lead Wedge back toward the other Knights, Watcher hovering just above them.

Once they got close enough, he called to the other knights, “I found a live one.”

Kherun was glad that he had done something properly, as he did have fears that he would totally screw up his first interaction with the other knights. But so far it hadn’t been that bad.

@VitaVitaAR @Crimson Paladin

Dead Gods Dream: A post-apocalyptic divine action-adventure RP

@VitaVitaAR
Sorry about the great delay, but I got another post as Trineon up.

Dead Gods Dream: A post-apocalyptic divine action-adventure RP

Trineon
Lord of Rivers, Lakes, and Oceans

The water god stood next to the fire as it ignited. The warmth from it was pleasing to him, as he had not even realized how cold he had been before. Perhaps it was the chill of death, as he had only just returned to this world. But then he also realized how hungry he was, but luckily for Trineon, Aureia had fashioned a stick roast out of some sticks and pieces of her umbrella. Trineon admired the ingenuity.

As the meat of the mystery creature roasted, Trineon glanced back up at the birds that had been circling above the gathered gods. But then they quickly dispersed, probably deciding that these divine beings were too much of a risk to attack. Satisfied that the scavengers had left, Trineon turned back to Flora, who Ashte had just placed on the forest floor, who had been aiming a bow at the birds before they left the area.

“You wouldn’t happen to know if any plants around here could be used for spices?” Trineon asked the flower priestess, “Even though I mostly eat fish, when I have had meat, we used some kind of spice.”

Moridax then grumbled about something as she roasted the meat. The death god once again impressed Trineon as she expertly cut up the meat. The water god would be the first to say he had no idea how to handle meat, only really slicing up sea life in his previous life. She then made a comment about adding fowl to the meal or use them as undead scouts. And once again Trineon felt weird around Moridax, as the whole raising the dead thing still made him uneasy.

But then something else made Trineon feel much more uneasy. A booming voice enveloped the group assembled around the fire, seemingly coming from every direction. It asked who, before recognizing them as divine beings. As it spoke, a feeling came over Trineon, a sense of familiarness. It was a kind of being that Trineon had come across before, a spirit of the world.

Trineon was surprised to find that such a being was still around. It had appeared that the gods he stood with were the only remaining powerful magical beings. But this spirit spoke again, asking why they had killed, why they were still here, and to tell Nakri, which seemed to be the spirit’s name.

“Are any of you familiar with this spirit, Nakri it said?” asked Trineon softly, before speaking louder, “Spirit of the forest, show yourself. We are just passing through these woods and required sustenance. Come, let us discuss this in person, eye to eye.”

Trineon looked around, unable to place where exactly this being was, that was even if he had a physical form. It was hard to tell with spirits what form they would take. So Trineon was prepared to see anything as he stood in front of Flora, hoping the spirit had no qualms with the young priestess.

Ghostbusters: Ecto-Charge!

@BenG85
So I've been looking at this on and off, wondering if I like Ghostbusters enough to join a roleplay about it. And it turns out I do. So I'll throw in my interest. I'll start working on a character sheet.

Avengers Unlimited [On Hiatus]

THE TORCH

Jim was the first to step aboard the Quinjet, finding that indeed was the same model as the ones SHIELD used. As the android looked around the jet, Spider-Man came up from behind him, taking a seat at the computer terminal. Jim went over to see what he was looking up.

As Peter looked up info on Viper and the Serpent Society, several files quickly showed up. When it came to Viper not much information was available. There was no paper existence to her, not being recognized as a person in any country. What was known was that she was a master of poisons who had been part of Hydra since she was a child. As for the Serpent Society, there was considerably more information. It had been founded by Seth Voelker, a scientist at Roxxon Corporation. He had stolen some teleportation tech from the company and absconded with several test subjects. They had proceeded to become a mercenary group, gathering new snake themed supers along the way. It was unclear at this time how Viper had taken over the group.

Once Jim was finished power reading some of the files over Peter’s shoulder, he turned to see Iron Fist strapping himself in. Jim noticed that his eyes were closed and that he was breathing deeply. The android had learned that this was called meditating, something that wasn’t really a thing in the west when he had been created.

The two young heroes Wiccan and Speed entered the Quinjet, already bickering about something. As they continued to squabble, Captain Marvel took a seat and asked about their actual experience with missions. It was a thought that Jim had as well, sending the young into battle. But he knew that he would be a hypocrite if was against, as during WWII he went on missions with Toro. The young man had mutant powers and proved that he could hold his own, and it seemed like these two young men also were gifted with powers. Surely Steve knew what he was doing when he put them on an active Avengers roster.

Billy then explained that he had no actual hero experience before mentioning that he had some connection to the Scarlet Witch. While Jim had never met the former Avenger before, he did know of her. Back in his SHIELD days, Jim was well aware that Nick Fury considered her a major threat. She had a bad habit of warping reality when her emotions got the better of her. Jim made a mental note to speak to Steve about what happened to Scarlet Witch as she had seemed to have disappeared during the whole SHIELD-Hydra fiasco.

But Jim’s musings were interrupted by a familiar gruff voice. He turned to see the one and only Wolverine walking into the Quinjet and greeting him. Jim was a little surprised to see as he wasn’t sure that he would even agree to be an Avenger. While Wolverine did have a reputation of being unreliable, Jim figured that he should know better. Wolverine had proved himself a man of his word in the battles of WWII where they first met.

“Good to see you too Logan,” welcomed Jim, “I think that’s everyone now. Except, who’s the pilot?”

“That would be me,” replied a metallic voice, causing Jim to turn to the open landing pad, seeing a metallic, feminine form that he knew well.

“Jocasta, what a surprise,” Jim said with some surprise, “I wasn’t aware that you had joined the Avengers. But aren’t you a little overqualified to be a simple pilot?”

“Well technically, this is only one of ten roles I am concurrently participating in,” stated Jocasta, “I’m part of a test program, splitting my consciousness across the planet. You are speaking to a copy, while the original body built by Ultron is aboard Avenger-1.”

“That’s amazing. And you are able to be in ten places at once with perfect cognition?” asked Jim.

“Yes, and we are gradually introducing more bodies,” responded Jocasta, “The goal is to fill most support roles for the Avengers with my consciousness, as I am a master in many different skill sets.”

“Including piloting,” muttered Jim.

Jim did recall being in a Quinjet piloted by Jocasta in the past, back when they both worked for SHIELD. While she had been built as a bride for the villainous android Ultron, Jocasta had proved herself to be a stalwart friend and ally, someone to rely on. Thus Jim had no problem with her being the pilot for the Avengers New York branch.

“If introductions are over with, I’d like to begin take off procedures,” announced Jocasta.

Jim took a seat and buckled himself in as Jocasta likewise strapped herself in the pilot’s seat. Then with a level of meticulousness that only a machine could produce, Jocasta prepped the Quinjet as it rose on a platform above from the underground of the mansion. Then the roof opened, the Quinjet rising in the middle of the running track placed behind the Avengers Mansion.

“Proceeding to Transia, via England,” stated Jocasta as the Quinjet floated over the mansion.

The engines then kicked in as the Quinjet burst forward above the New York skyline. In no time at all, they were above the Atlantic, heading east toward Europe. Jim was still amazed at how fast aircraft had gotten since he was first created. But he was also iffy about stopping in England. The UK had so far been hesitant to acknowledge the new Avengers organization, as they had their own super organization in MI-13. And one of the chief MI-13 agent was Spitfire, Jim’s ex.

But what were the chances of actually running into her? Jim decided to not worry about it, instead pulling out his phone and air pods. He had been meaning to make good on a suggestion from Steve to catch up on all the good music he missed in all his years in stasis. So Jim reclined in his chair, listening to some 80s new wave songs, and watching the ocean out the window of the Quinjet.

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Jocasta

The Hunt, A Modern Fantasy Smorgasbord RP

The half-elf walked over next to Madeleine and the computer, seeing that she was looking at an email. The text appeared German, but an older form that Avi was not familiar with. It was at this moment that he had taken that class on medieval European languages back when he was in university.

But the demoness seemed to understand it as she read through several more emails. She then confirmed that it was medieval German, and that some kind of lodge was conversing in that archaic tongue. Madeleine then closed the laptop and began to stand, before noticing a piece of paper sticking out on the table. She decided to read it, a look of surprise taking over her face.

She then handed the note to Morgana as she said that they could almost wrap up the Friedrich Raimund case. This surprised Avi as so far all he had seen was that they had deduced that runes were worthless and that a Roggenwolf had been loose in the penthouse. So whatever was in those emails or even that note, was really pertinent information.

“So what is this lodge?” Avi asked Madeleine as Morgana read the note, “I’m afraid I was having trouble reading that medieval German. What exactly was Mr. Raimund getting involved with? Also, shouldn’t we alert the office that there may be a corn demon wolf running around Frankfurt?”

But then Avi was surprised when Morgana stated that her mother might be involved with Mr. X. The half-elf assumed that whatever was in that note had implicated Morgana’s family in this whole affair. Immediately suspicion rose in Avi’s mind as a key member of the investigation was related to a suspect. Had Morgana been a plant? Avi could not remove the thought from his mind. In a few seconds, he abandoned his team focused attitude, and reverted to his suspicious mentality of when he worked undercover.

Morgana then said that she would understand if she would be needed to leave the investigation. Avi had wanted to say something at this point, but instead looked at Madeleine. He hoped that she could understand the look in his eyes. Morgana had proved useful to this investigation several times now, and if she was indeed dirty, it might be beneficial to keep her close.

If the Faith family were key players in this whole confusion, then having access to one of them could be an advantage. While Avi wasn’t proud to admit it, in the past he had manipulated those around him for the sake of the mission. If keeping Morgana close to himself could help reveal the truth, then he would do that. He just hoped that Madeleine would not fire her on the spot.

@Kumbaris @King Cosmos

The Friestan Incident, a Fantasy Sci-Fi Fusion RP

The Pixie’s wings twitched as Srikandi introduced the group in Pataliputran. But as he waited for a response, the complex construct suddenly began speaking in Dumas’ native language. The construct introduced itself as Q-T Brackman, a person. Dumas noticed that she made that distinction clear. While he was from Oberia and thus did recognize the person hood of constructs, Dumas also knew that there were places in this world where they were not acknowledged as such.

The leader of these newcomers, Almira, then properly introduced herself in Pataliputran. Dumas understood enough for her to say she was from islands somewhere else, but was stood out was she said her age was 347 years old. Dumas had a hard time believing that. She did appear human, and humans almost never reached even eighty. While Dumas himself was 115 years old, he would begrudgingly admit that was middle age for a Pixie. In his whole life Dumas had never heard of a Pixie reaching 300 years of age. Yet this lady claimed to be several decades past it, all the while looking like a younger adult.

The Dragoness apparently agreed, stating that Almira looked around twenty. Almira then quickly back pedaled, mentioning medicine or something that Dumas didn’t quite catch. But he did understand when she said that used to be a soldier, which made sense as there was also other soldiers with her, as they were now removing some kind of helmet.

Srikandi then introduced herself before turning to the other adventurers, questioning Almira’s stated age and asking Princess Anki if Oberia had such magics to extend the lifespan that far and if these people appeared Oberian. To that second question Dumas himself could definitely say no as he had spent most of his life in Oberia. The Princess of Oberia then replied in her native tongue. She proceeded to thoroughly explain why alchemy and magic wouldn’t be able to extend a human’s life that far.

Dumas then decided to jump in, speaking in Oberian, “Even us Pixies don’t live that long. I’m 115 years old myself, but I’m only looking at maybe another 150 years max. I believe that the Princess may have been right about Almira having elf blood. As far as I’ve been told, no one knows how long elves can live. So maybe even a bit of that blood could let her live that long.”

Then the apparent leader of the previously helmeted soldiers introduced himself as Garrett, and that they were Almira’s escort. At the notion of her needing an escort, Dumas unintentionally looked over at Almira, wondering exactly what her status or title was. Could she possibly be a royal like Anki? Or because she mentioned being a soldier herself, was she a general of some kind? Dumas wondered if she was so important, why she would come here herself. But then again Oberia had sent its Princess out as an adventurer.

But Dumas’ musings were cut short by the construct named Q-T speaking once again in his native tongue. She began to explain that she was a Brackman type Artificial Intelligence, which it took Dumas a few moments to realize that she was a construct with a mind. She also mentioned there being parallels between their peoples. Dumas wondered if that meant that they only looked human, but were really something else. If they were some mysterious unknown race, it would explain a lot. Also Q-T said nice to meet you to Dumas, as she seemed to be scrutinizing him with her artificial eyes.

Dumas found himself purposely looking away from Q-T as he felt like he was being analyzed. As he did so Catherine began to ramble about artificial intelligence, the soldiers’ armor, and different planets. As the alchemist spoke, Dumas began to feel woefully under prepared for this adventure. While he had traveled a good deal of the world, Dumas did not have an academic education and as such had a hard time following Catherine’s train of thought.

Instead, Dumas turned back to Q-T and began speaking in his native tongue, pretty sure that she could understand him, “I’m a Pixie if you are wondering. Most people I meet have never seen one before, as we tend to hide in forests. So you’re a construct? We have those back home in Oberia, but none quite like you. Are you really from another world?”

@Kumbaris @13org @DracoLunaris @Medili @Shirly Swad

Rise of the Rocketeers [WW2 era... kicking Nazi ass!]

@Omega Man
Still interested in this. Just having writer's block when it comes to coming up with a character concept.