Martian

One Universe: Unlimited - A Marvel/DC Comics Roleplay

Reprise of Destruction

1.03: Let slip the beast

Bruce Banner shuddered as the stream of hot blood touched his face. As it dripped off his eyes, Bruce could now see that the blood trickling down on him was coming from Rick Jones’ left arm. The junior S.H.I.E.L.D. agent moaned in pain as his right hand grasped the wound on his left side.

“Fuck,” muttered Rick before speaking into Bruce’s ear, “We need to move, or we will be dead in seconds.”

As the junior agent spoke, he pulled himself and Bruce to their feet, another shot ringing out but missing its target. The bleeding Rick Jones managed to lead his friend past the green field, taking refuge behind the large metal body of the Quinjet. As the pair hunkered down, Rick pulled his firearm from its holster.

“I counted at least two shooters. What about you Bruce?” asked Rick.

But Bruce didn’t respond, his mind not present in this situation. His entire focus was on his breathing. As he tried to properly remember the techniques Dr. Samson had taught him, Bruce found his breaths getting shorter and more labored. Meanwhile in his chest, Bruce was feeling the raging presence of the Hulk. It took all of Bruce’s willpower to force the Hulk back into the pit of his body.

“Rick, you got to go,” said Bruce through labored breaths, “He’s going to get loose. I can’t let him out.”

“I mean would that be a bad thing?” questioned Rick, “The Hulk could take these guys out.”

“But he wouldn’t stop there. He just creates tragedy,” explained Bruce.

It was as Bruce was talking that he realized that the shooting had stopped. Looking over at Rick, he saw that he had realized it as well. Rick rose to his feet, his gun at the ready. Bruce gingerly got to his feet as well, still forcing the Hulk down. Rick then dared to peak his head around the side of the Quinjet, only to be immediately shot at.

“Damn it, run Bruce,” stated Rick as he pumped his legs.

Bruce had only a second of seeing the squad of men carrying assault rifles, before he turned and ran after Rick. The two men ran into the nearby forest, the massive redwood trees granting them cover from the team of what seemed to be black ops operatives. Bruce continued to run at maximum speed, finding that he was getting winded quickly.

“C’mon,” muttered Bruce as his lungs burned.

“Puny Banner,” laughed a voice within Bruce’s head, “I’m right here. I can run. I can also smash!”

Bruce just shook his head, but he could tell that he couldn’t keep us this pace much longer. And sure enough after a few minutes, Bruce could tell that he was running on fumes. And to make matters worse, Bruce had lost track of Rick among the massive trees.

A burst of gunfire from behind Bruce told him that the soldiers had caught up with him. Unleashing a torrent of curses, Bruce just narrowly avoided several shots, landing less than a foot from him. As he did so, Bruce began to feel like he was about to collapse. His breathing was so ragged that it was affecting his vision. As he faded in and out, a barrage of gunfire came at Bruce.

But then he leaped into the air, his legs becoming green and massive. As Bruce landed back on the forest floor, he had trouble breathing, and felt the monster within rising up. The scientist then collapsed to the ground. As his vision went between light and dark, Bruce then fell into unconsciousness.

And the Hulk awakened. The body of Bruce Banner then convulsed as his muscles grew in size, his clothes ripping, and his body turning green. With a roar, the Hulk rose to his feet, pulling off the shredded remains of Banner’s shirt.

“Who wants to fight the Hulk?” chuckled the Hulk loudly.

The response came in the form of bullets as the soldiers surrounded the Hulk. The shots did indeed hit the Hulk, but they only bounced off his hide, feeling more like mosquito bites. So all that did was annoy the Hulk. With a grimace on his face, the Hulk pounced at the nearest soldier, who then emptied all the bullets in his gun into the Hulk’s chest.

But the green giant ignored it, instead grabbing the rifle with one hand and grasping the man by the neck with his other hand. The Hulk then threw the rifle against a redwood tree, causing it to shatter. With his other hand he tossed the soldier at one of his comrades, causing them both to collapse to the ground.

The remaining three soldiers began to back up. The Hulk then rushed at them, grabbing two of them by the head. He then slammed both of their heads together, causing a major concussion at the least. The last standing soldier then went into a full on run, dashing away from the battle.

“And this little piggy ran all the way home,” muttered the Hulk.

Then with a mighty leap, the Hulk rose into the upper levels of the forest. Then with pinpoint accuracy, the Hulk landed on the fleeing soldier. Pinning him to the ground, the Hulk grinned at him, his face only centimeters from his.

“So who are you?” asked the Hulk, “Why did you shoot at Banner and his friends?”

The soldier began to cry as he replied, “Look, we were just ordered to take out any S.H.I.E.L.D. agents that showed up. That’s all the General said.”

At the mention of a General, the Hulk remembered General Ross, the man who spent a year trying to kill the Hulk. To the green giant it made sense that Ross would try to kill him while he was puny Banner. But as he thought this, the Hulk noticed that the soldier had peed a little bit.

“Gross!” shouted the Hulk as he tossed the man away from himself.

The man collided with a giant redwood, going limp as he did so. The Hulk sighed as he got to his feet. He wasn’t going to get anything from the unconscious soldiers, so the Hulk decided to explore around. It had been awhile since he had been unleashed, so he wanted to take as much advantage of this opportunity as possible.

The Hulk breathed in the fresh forest air as he walked in a random direction. After a little bit he found a road running through the redwood forest. Deciding to follow it, the Hulk wondered if there would be anyone else to fight up ahead. After following the road for a few miles, the Hulk saw a sign: Welcome to Ferndale, Population: 1,371.

Avengers Unlimited [On Hiatus]

@Eviledd1984 @Artemis Arts @Crimson Flame @Jove @BangoSkank @BenG85

In case you didn’t see on Discord, I’m putting this RP on hiatus for the foreseeable future. I’m not in a place right now where I can effectively run a RP. Thank you for your interest in Avengers Unlimited, and I will let you know when we are starting up again.

The Spirits Within/Aeon

Sorry about the delay on the character sheet. Let me know if anything needs changing.

Spitfire

_{L I A M " S P I T F I R E" O G A T A
◄ 23 ▎ 5’10’’ ►}

_{P R E S E N C E}

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Liam is a soft spoken individual, never drawing too much attention to himself. Most people see him as pleasant enough, but not really noteworthy. But Liam likes it that way, preferring to keep to himself, only having a few actual friends throughout his lifetime. But for those who he does deem close to him, like his family or childhood friend, Liam is very protective. Defending these people was part of the reason Liam wished to fight alongside the UDF.

The only time that Liam will talk at length is when discussing a topic of importance or interest to him. As such he was very talkative while in the Navigation Division, discussing mechanics at length with the other mechanics. These interactions did lead to a positive association for the UDF in Liam’s mind.

Liam has a tendency to see situations in a bad light, perhaps a trait passed over from his father. It’s easy for him to get bogged down in the problems of the world, but he does have a certain level of hope. If he didn’t think that there wasn’t a chance of defeating the Stigma, then he wouldn’t be fighting it. Whenever Liam does manage to save a life, it does help him get a brighter affect.

_{C H R O N I C L E}

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Liam was born in Red Heights, during a period of economic upheaval in the western world. Liam’s mother was the daughter of Nihon immigrants, while his father was from an Moriadine family who had lived along the west coast for the past hundred years. The pair had met as students of the University of Deltas, quickly following in love and conceiving Liam. However, Liam’s father was a troubled individual who would commit suicide a month before Liam’s birth. Liam would be named after his late father.

As a single parent, Liam’s mother put her education on hold to raise her son. She moved back in with her parents to receive help with raising Liam. Throughout Liam’s childhood his family’s financial situation would be precarious. With the unstable economy it was hard on small businesses like the Ogata Grocery Store. But Liam’s family made sure that he never went without anything, always providing food, shelter, and love.

During this time Liam became interested in cars, considering a career as a mechanic. However those plans were put on hold as the comet approached the planet. Though it was partly deflected, many pieces of debris did hit the planet, spreading the Stigma. Luckily for Liam, no pieces of the comet hit anywhere near Red Heights.

For the first few weeks, people thought that the threat had passed. But stories of transformed animals were quickly proved true. The military tried to fight back against the Stigma affected and what would be called Legion, but they were woefully under equipped. It was while taking refuge on a military base that Liam awakened as an Aeon. While having a nightmare Liam set his family’s living quarters on fire. Naturally the military took interest in these new abilities, whisking Liam away from his family under the pretense of him being infected with Stigma.

Liam would be taken to a laboratory run by the newly formed United Defense Force. There he and several other newly awakened Aeons were studied. Liam would spend about a year at the facility before the scientists concluded their studies. Liam would return to Red Heights, finding that the UDF had managed to retake the city. Liam enrolled himself in high school, finding the course selection limited to only essential work skills. Luckily for him, mechanics was offered as there was a need for mechanics for the many military vehicles in use.

After graduating, Liam would work at a local mechanic before enlisting in the UDF on his 18th birthday. Based on his skill set, Liam was placed in the Navigation Division. He would serve as a mechanic for the UDF for several years, meeting way more Aeons then he thought existed. But after a few tours of duty, Liam decided to take some time off. Returning to Red Heights, Liam would learn that both of his grandparents had passed away.

Liam then entered a depression, his view of the world becoming more nihilistic. Seeing similar mannerisms in Liam as his father, Liam’s mother would seek help from veterans’ services. Liam would begin seeing a therapist regularly, one who helped him change his world view. But it was just as Liam began to feel happy again that he was approached by the UDF to join its new Special Warfare and Reconnaissance Group. After mulling about it for a few days, Liam decided to join up.

_{F O R C E}

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Liam is slightly more skilled as an Aeon than some of his comrades as he’s had the power since he was a young teenager. Liam’s magic tends to be more destructive in nature, his primary spirits granting him fire and ice projection. The fire magic is most often a weapon, either to push the enemy back or to do damage. The ice magic, while also very dangerous, is more often a defensive or utility use, either by creating walls of ice or sliding on it to get around fast. While Liam’s magic tends to be large and hard to control, he has made headway over the years in cultivating certain techniques. This includes combining fire and ice to make a cloud of obscuring mist, or firing bullets made out ice.

_{T R I V I A}

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Liam’s face claim is Conan Gray. His theme song is Extreme Ways by Moby.

Animalia - REBOOTED

Roger Conti

Location: Eukary University, Mixed Species Dorm -> Open House Stalls
Interactions: Open

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The alarm on Roger’s phone went off, but instead of an annoying repetitive sound, the phone started blaring a medley of music from the Rocky Horror Picture Show. The young Capybara always found familiar music as a better means of getting up than loud beeping. So it was to the sweet vocals of Tim Curry that Roger rolled out of bed. As he did so, Roger dropped his red comforter onto the floor of the dorm room.

Sighing, Roger picked it back up before looking across the room at his roommate, seeing that he was still asleep. Not wanting to wake him, Roger tiptoed his way out of the room, towel and toiletries in hand. As Roger made his way to the dorm showers, he passed by both herbivore and carnivore. While some people of species that were traditionally prey might have an issue with living with predators, Roger didn’t mind. He liked to see the best in people, not having any fear of being attacked. In fact he had specifically asked to be in a mixed species dorm.

While this dorm was usually packed, Roger lucked out and found the showers empty. Roger was still not fully used to showering around others, but he had no other choice while living on campus. As the water rushed down his golden fur, he realized that this was perhaps the only time he liked being in water, still disliking the ocean and pools.

Once he cleaned himself up, Roger headed back toward his dorm room. He found his roommate still sleeping, but that wasn’t odd as Roger had gotten up extra early. Today was a special day as the university was having an open house, trying to entice new students and show off the clubs on campus. As a part of the film department, Roger had volunteered to help run the film stall, so he had to get there early to help set up.

To help prepare for this event, Roger had picked out a set of clothing for himself the previous night. He had decided on all black, with a black Night of the Living Dead t-shirt, black jeans, and his custom black running shoes. Once he was fully dressed, Roger grabbed a backpack and threw in some items he thought he might need for the day. Roger then exited his room, and then the dorm entirely.

Roger made his way across the grass outside the dorms, a few people starting to make their way about campus. Roger cut through the middle of the campus to get to where the open house stalls were being set up. By the time he reached the alloted area of the campus, there were already many people working around there, most of the stalls already up.

“Yo, Roger,” someone shouted.

Roger turned to see Marco the Llama, a second year film student.

Roger knew him as a kind upperclassman who was always trying to help the first years. He was also one of the main people volunteering for this event. As part of this open house, the Eukary University film department was showing several student films as part of a makeshift outdoor theater.

While this was exciting for the film department, it was slightly less so for Roger as he was a first year, and all the first years had yet to make their own films. While Roger had made some films in high school, they were drastically amateurish compared to what he could make now. As such he didn’t even mention having them shown.

“Marco, hope I’m not too late,” said Roger as he walked over to the large stall next to the llama.

“Nah, you’re early compared to some,” Marco replied, “I haven’t even heard from Kristi or Niles yet.”

“Huh, you would think they would want to be here on time for like the biggest event of the year for us first years,” chuckled Roger.

Behind the film department stall, Roger could see some other film students setting up a large projector screen in the middle of the grass, as well as several rows of metal folding seats.

“Do you mind helping set up the projector?” asked Marco, “I still don’t know why Professor Harding wanted us to show the films on actual 16mm film.”

“I think it’s cool,” replied Roger as he helped move the actual film projector, “How often is it that most people watch a movie on actual film?”

“And did you guys forget the actual film?” asked a female badger.

As Roger put down the projector, he turned and saw Kristi the Badger, and her on again, off again boyfriend, Niles the Bear. The large brown bear had a large box in his arms, one filled with actual reels of film.

“You thought we forget? Didn’t you?” laughed Kristi, “We were with Professor Harding, making sure all the films were present.”

“Thank you,” replied Roger, “We should have had more faith in you.”

“It’s alright,” stated Niles as he put down the box of film reels, “I know we can we flaky.”

“Who you calling flaky?” asked Kristi as she punched her boyfriend in the arm.

Roger chuckled at the couple’s bickering. The film department were definitely a lively bunch. So the capybara was looking forward to this open house, getting to show some movies, talk film with guests, and maybe even convince someone to join the film department.

One Universe: Unlimited - A Marvel/DC Comics Roleplay

Reprise of Destruction

1.02: Out of the shadows, into the fire

As Bruce Banner made his way to the hangar of the S.H.I.E.L.D. facility, he became aware of just how large this complex was. Truth be told Bruce didn’t even know where this facility was located. As both Bruce and the Hulk, neither of them had the clearance to know the location of this base.

In fact before today he had only been to the sleeping quarters, cafeteria and laboratory. From what Bruce could tell, it was a similar situation for Dr. Langkowski. In fact it was only the base commander and senior agents that had the clearance for knowing where the hell they were.

But Bruce was alright with that. He assumed that the facility was remote, meaning it was away from civilization, a good thing to have when the threat of a rampaging Hulk was possible. However, this was going to be Bruce’s first excursion from the S.H.I.E.L.D. facility, so he was anxious at the thought of being back in the open.

But the fellow scientists at S.H.I.E.L.D. had thought of this. They devised a device that wrapped around the wrist and monitored his vital signs. Thus they could remotely see if his blood pressure or breathing were at a level where the Hulk would be coming out.

“Nervous, huh,” came a voice from behind Bruce.

The gamma powered scientist turned to see the familiar face of Rick Jones. Bruce wondered if he was being that obvious with his body language. But then again Rick knew him very well, just as he knew the Hulk very well.

“It’s the first time I’ve been out of the base in months. I’ve almost forgot what direct sunlight is like,” chuckled Bruce, “So are you to see me off?”

“Nah. I’m coming along,” stated Rick, “All that time in the pilot simulator is about to pay off.”

“So you’re piloting the Quinjet?” asked Bruce.

“Well, I’m co-piloting it,” explained Rick, “I’ll be working with someone who has years of experience.”

“Would you two hurry it up!” shouted Walter Langkowski from the other side of the tunnel, “The trail is getting cold!”

Remembering the importance of locating this gamma radiation experiment Bruce ran toward the hangar, Rick Jones right on his heels. Soon both of them were within the hangar, in which sat several pristine Quinjets. While the public mostly recognized it as the choice vehicle of the Avengers, S.H.I.E.L.D. had been using Quinjets for several years now.

Standing outside one of the Quinjets were two men, clad in S.H.I.E.L.D. uniforms. Rick immediately recognized one and headed over to shake his hand.

“Agent Klaus, good to see you again,” said Rick as he shook his hand, “And it’s good to actually be flying.”

“Actually, you’ll remain in the cargo hold until such time that I open the cockpit,” explained Agent Klaus, “While it’s not ideal, it is S.H.I.E.L.D. policy for junior agents and other support crew to not know the location of this base. But Agent Jones, I will let you into the co-pilots seat once we’re a lot closer to the destination.”

“And what is the destination?” asked Bruce. He had been told it was in California, but not given specifics.

“Just outside a small town called Ferndale, on the northern California coast,” explained the other agent as he extended a hand to Bruce, “Agent Payne. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“About me or the Hulk?” asked Bruce as he shook the man’s hand.

“Well, truthfully both,” Agent Payne replied, “But I have been told of what an asset you are for the S.H.I.E.L.D. science division.”

“Well, while these pleasantries are nice, we do have an incident to investigate,” stated Walter.

“Of course,” said Agent Klaus.

The five men then loaded into the Quinjet. True enough to his word, Agent Klaus alone went into the cockpit, leaving the others in the cargo hold. Once everyone was strapped in, the Quinjet began to rise off the ground. While there were no windows for him to look out, Bruce could hear the sound of the ceiling opening, allowing the vehicle to enter the sky.

“Man these things are really smooth to control,” said Rick to himself, “Can’t wait to actually control it myself.”

Bruce didn’t say anything for most of the trip, nor did Walter or Agent Payne. For Bruce at least it was because of a mix of exhilaration of freedom of being off base, and anxiety at this possible gamma radiation release. The mix caused his stomach to turn, almost as if the Hulk was punching his organs from within.

After a decent amount of time, the door to the cockpit opened, Agent Klaus poking his head out and saying, “Alright, you have clearance to leave the cargo hold.”

Rick literally jumped out of his seat and rushed to the cockpit, Bruce and Walter following after him a little bit more slowly. Looking out the front window of the Quinjet, Bruce could see they were above a vast desert.

“It’s Nevada,” stated Rick as he sat down in the co-pilot’s seat, “At least that’s what the computer says.”

The young agent proved himself to be a competent pilot, navigating the Quinjet to northern California. Once they were near the location, Agent Klaus took main control of the Quinjet. The senior pilot expertly placed the vehicle down near a forest.

“Alright, everybody out,” announced Agent Klaus.

The five men then exited the Quinjet, Walter saying, “According to our sensors, the gamma radiation was somewhere within ten miles of here. So maybe we should begin lookin-”

What Walter was saying was cut out by the sound of a single shot. Bruce’s head whipped around at the noise, just in time to see Agent Klaus collapse to the ground.

“Take cover!” shouted Agent Payne as he pulled out his gun.

Rick dived on top of Bruce, making a shield with his body. The chaos of the situation began to affect Bruce, his blood pressure rising and his eyes gaining a green tinge.

“Now is probably not the time for the big guy,” Rick whispered into Bruce’s ear.

Bruce agreed, but didn’t think the Hulk thought the same way. So he began to practice the deep breathing that Dr. Samson had shown him. It seemed to help a little bit, that was until another shot rang out, a loud shout of pain becoming audible.

Ghostbusters: Ecto-Charge!

@BenG85
Posted as Chase. Also added a possible plot thread with Chase revealing that he had been attracted to the victim.

Ghostbusters: Ecto-Charge!

Chase Robinson

As Chase stood at the front of the line, the two police officers seemed to ignore his initial barrage of questions, stating that he should wait till the interview proper started. As Chase closed his mouth, the guy behind him in line made a joke about someone bringing a glock to a nerf fight. While Chase glanced back at him, he didn’t find the joke very funny and as such did not chuckle. This was probably the first time this student had ever talked to Chase, all the young writer knowing about him was that he seemed to attend class more often than a lot of other students.

But before Chase could muse too much on the bad joke, the police began to lead the mythology students out of the lecture hall. The line of students would follow the officers to the gymnasium, where cubicles seemed to have been put up in the last couple minutes. The officers then announced that they would be interviewing everyone one at a time. When asked if anyone had a question, one of the students asked if this was going to be on the final. This did make Chase chuckle as he recognized the student, a guy who sometimes came to class, but when he did he was visibly high.

However, the police didn’t seem to find him funny, instead waving over Chase to begin the interview. As he sat down on an uncomfortable plastic chair, the police immediately began asking him questions.

When they asked how well he knew the victim, Chase replied, “Kylie Griffin? I don’t recognize the name. Do you have a picture of her?”

The officer nodded and pulled up a photo on his phone, showing the girl in what looked like a Facebook photo, “Oh, her. I don’t think I’ve ever actually talked to her. But she was one of the few students who actually seemed to take this course seriously.”

The cops then asked if Chase had a positive or negative relationship with her, to which he replied, “I mean, I don’t really have a relationship. I thought she was cute and considered asking her out, but I’ve been too busy with studies to focus on dating.”

The officer seemed to take some notes at Chase’s answer. The young writer hoped that he didn’t just make himself a suspect by saying he had an attraction to the victim, but the police had said they wanted full cooperation and honesty. Chase thought that it would be better that he told the police directly, rather than them finding out some other way and make him look suspicious.

The officer then asked if Kylie had any enemies, Chase taking a moment before replying, “I don’t think so. Like I said I didn’t really know her. But she seemed nice enough and I couldn’t see anyone having a problem with her.”

The officer took a few more notes, before asking Chase some more questions. It was mostly routine stuff like where he was last night, to which he replied at home with a massive headache. They then took his contact information, before dismissing him from the cubicle. Chase made his way across the gymnasium to where Professor Abraham was.

As Chase stood next to his Professor, he asked him, “How are you holding up Professor? Did you know Kylie at all? I didn’t personally.”

Chase continued to look at the pair of officers as they talked to more of his classmates. They still hadn’t revealed what happened to Kylie last night. Chase’s mind immediately jumped to the worst scenario that she was dead, but he hoped that it wasn’t that serious.

The Spirits Within/Aeon

Cool to see that this is going ahead. I'll start working on a character now.

Animalia - REBOOTED

Roger the Capybara

Name:

Roger Conti

Gender:

Cis Male

Sexuality:

Asexual

Age:

19

Species:

Capybara

Diet:

Herbivore

Height:

5’4’’

Weight:

132 lbs

Physique:

Average, maybe needing to lose a few pounds

Appearance:

Roger is a Capybara, the largest species of rodent in the world. As he is from a larger species, he isn’t immediately recognizable as a rodent. His height would be considered average compared to a lot of other species. He is covered in a light blond-brown mixed color fur that encapsulates his whole body. On the top of his head is a small smattering of black hair, which he tends to keep in a messy style. Roger’s eyes are a deep brown, but are obscured behind his black rimmed glasses. An odd feature of Capybara’s are their webbed fingers and toes, as they spend a lot of their lives in the water.

Style wise, Roger is quite basic. If given the choice he would just always blue jeans and a graphic t-shirt. Most of the shirts Roger owns mean something to him, usually being adorned with images of a character he likes or a movie poster. Due to his webbed toes, Roger needs to wear footwear specifically designed for Capybaras. There isn’t a whole lot of variety with these custom shoes, so Roger just owns two pairs of running shoes, one black and one blue, some gray boots, and a nice set of black dress shoes.

Personality:

Roger is a very exuberant individual, exuding positive vibes and friendliness. Roger has always had an easy time making friends, but only a few will ever see the true Roger. A quirk of Roger is that he can go on and on about topics of interest, sometimes missing social cues that he should perhaps stop talking. But he is always in good spirits when this is brought up as he doesn’t mind the help.

Roger can also get attached too easily, becoming a fierce defender of people he doesn’t know well. This might have something to do with the fact that he feels that he constantly has to work at maintaining friends. Deep in Roger’s mind, he thinks that unless he is always being joyous and helping others, that it will cause the others to leave.

When it comes to his goals, Roger is single minded. It’s not a question for him of if he will become a director and make films, but rather a question of when. This also extends to when he joins a project or volunteers himself. Roger will focus intently on getting a task done, to the point that he can sometimes neglect other aspects of his life, like forgetting to eat or lessening his social life.

History:

Born on the New Jersey coast, Roger would be born into a large family of Capybaras. Roger was the first born of a second litter, making him the fifth of eight children. Thanks to his mother’s successful career as a real estate agent, they managed to secure a house not too far from the famous Jersey shore beach. Most families living there would frequent the ocean quite often, as the neighborhood was mostly populated with aquatic mammals. The beach was the key place to hang out for the youth, Roger’s siblings spending a lot of their free time there. But Roger didn’t really care for the water, instead preferring to hang out in the city.

It was there in the city that Roger found the old Gold Stars Cinema, a classic movie theater. Roger quickly became enamored with the cinema, as it showed many old and eclectic films, stuff the bigger theaters wouldn’t bother with. It was at one of the cinema’s horror film Fridays that Roger met Fred, a European Mink. The two would quickly become friends, bonding over film. Fred also disliked the beach, having nearly drowned as a child.

Roger and Fred began to get very into film culture, quickly amassing a large movie collection between the two of them. This would eventually lead to the pair wanting to talk about these movies. They got the chance when Roger was gifted a video camera for his birthday. Using the camera, Roger and Fred began posting movie reviews to the Internet. They managed to get a decent number of subscribers, prompting them to invest more into the videos.

As high school was ending, Roger and Fred had a choice to make. Roger wanted to continue working with film and become a director, while Fred wanted to continue his family’s tradition of being engineers. So it was in the summer after finishing high school that Roger and Fred released their last review. Fred would move to Berkeley, California to attend University of California-Berkeley. Then it was the time for Roger and several siblings to attend college. The Conti parents were emotional as their kids left for different corners of the country, Roger ending up in New York for Eukary University’s film program.

Roger would move into a dorm on campus, sharing it with another student. Roger would throw himself into his studies, not taking much time to relax. But he did decide to relax by attending a live event for a YouTuber he watched. While at the event, Roger was recognized by the YouTuber’s producer, for his movie reviews. They began to chat, the producer ultimately offering Roger an internship working on the YouTuber’s Podcast. Roger immediately accepted, realizing how good for his career this could be.

So now Roger is balancing film school and an internship, which is becoming quite hectic. Only time will tell if Roger can manage this or if he’ll cave to the stress.

Class:

Middle Class

Occupation:

Student (Freshman in Film Department), Intern at a Podcast Studio

Relationships:

• Tino Conti (Capybara, Father, Policeman)
• Gwen Conti (Capybara, Mother, Real Estate Agent)
• Victor Conti (Capybara, Brother, Construction Worker)
• Julian Conti (Capybara, Brother, Student)
• Helen Barrett (Capybara, Sister, Bar Owner)
• Nicole “Nicky” Conti (Capybara, Sister, Athlete)
• Lily Conti (Capybara, Sister, Fast Food Employee)
• Maria Conti (Capybara, Sister, Student)
• Thomas “Tommy” Conti (Capybara, Brother, Student)
• Fred Marino (European Mink, Best Friend, Student)
• Lionel Oak (Moose, Employer, YouTuber)
• Thad Borson (Wild Boar, Supervisor, Podcast Producer)

Speech Color Code:

#E8D94F

The Friestan Incident, a Fantasy Sci-Fi Fusion RP

The Pixie was surprised at the Princess and Alchemist’s objections of him going alone with the strangers. Of course it was risky, but Dumas had spent most of his life doing risky things. And speaking of risky decisions, Dumas saw Catherine approach Galmira the Dragon and complain. While Dumas himself had gotten confrontational with many different races in his travels, he could say that he had never got right up in the face of a Dragon.

But as that happened, Dumas focused on Princess Anki and her words. What most peoples didn’t know about Pixies was that they very much respected royalty. The Pixie colony of Oberia was no different. So Dumas took Anki’s words to heart as he decided not to go with the strangers, at least not alone.

Then the Princess spoke, stating that they could cremate the dead Dragon, seemingly meaning that Dumas would have to help with that process. Dumas didn’t mind though as it meant that he could brag about roasting a Dragon. He would just embellish some elements of the story when he told it.

But as Anki continued to speak, Dumas continued to agree with her. There was no trust between the people of Friestan and these newcomers, nor was there a reason for there to be. But Dumas was getting annoyed with the continued hitting of a wall, so he decided to speak up in Common, knowing that there tech could translate it.

“Perhaps we should call it a day. You return to your ship, and we make camp and deal with the Dragon’s remains,” said Dumas as a possible solution, “Then we take the night to address how we want to proceed before meeting back here tomorrow.

Dumas hoped that he didn’t speak out of turn as he had spoke his mind without asking the Princess. While his plan wasn’t ideal, Dumas did fear a cold night on the mountain less than the mystery of these strangers.

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