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Supers: A Superpower RP

The man waited patiently for one of them to talk and turned away once the boy with ghostly pale skin and a shock of orangish-red hair spoke up, tripping over his words as they spilled out of his lips. "Where are we? I- Why are we here? This isn't bad, right?" He asked and even with his back toward the boy, he could still feel the kid's frantic eyes staring into his back as if it had the answer written across it. Well, it did have the answer written across it. The boy just didn't know what it meant yet.

The man's lips began to part, before pressing back together at the sound of another voice, the blonde mirroring the boy's question. "Okay. Who are you and why did that man want to kill us? And what was that black stuff? " She questioned him, having the wits about her to ask about what restrained her. She had a feigned confidence to her voice. Or perhaps it wasn't feigned. Perhaps she was just an overconfident brat that had no idea what she was in for. She had told him that she was neither bold nor impotent. To try and throw around Phi and fail so spectacularly spoke much more strongly than her words. She'd probably die in her next confrontation. Kids like that rarely lived long. Their brains tended to be wired to shut out anything he did to teach them.

The man made a mental note of her. Dead on arrival.

"Because if I'm going to die a tragic death, I could have done it back there and I'm still not feeling it," the boy spoke again with a nervous laughter that reminded the man of his first experience with an Omega. He had laughed too. Gallows humour. It tended to help a lot of folks get through tragedy.

The man made another note, letting out a puff of smoke as a mental period to his thought. He might have a fighting chance.

He let out a quiet hiss as the pain of antiseptic began to sizzle away at the open wound, stinging sharply along the crudely sealed wound. He had improvised in a rush to treat the wound from Phi and used butchers twine instead of thread to sew shut his wound. It'd leave uglier scars to accompany the new gash that ran just left of his gut, three inches in length, deep enough to make it gurgle up blood before being packed with gauze and sewn shut.

Wound closed and blood partially washed away by the hydrogen peroxide he turned and planted his two bare feet. He had long gaunt limbs with a sharp chin and aquiline nose. His face glowed a sullen maroon from the already dying light in the cigarette which trickled visible streams of smoke with every long slow breath. He eyed them up and down, offering only a flat neutral expression to the lot of them. Deciding that enough time had been wasted, he reached a hand farther into the light from the naked bulb, deciding to answer one of the questions right out of the gate. The hand was plain. Pale skin, short trimmed nails with pink nailbeds, long fingers with callouses running along the palms of his hand. The blackness from the cafe emerged from beyond the light and moved like a snake up his back until it squirmed along his arm and wrapped around the outstretched hand, making it appear as if it had been dipped in ink. The fingers stretched and drooped, coming to long talon. The hand looked sickly and unnatural. They type of unnatural that would make a priest run the other way and cry that Lucifer himself walks the world.

"You are in the holding room of my home while I decide what to do with you. Any more information could compromise my chapter of the order, so you'll have to allow me some time to decide what is on a need to know basis and what you two need to know." He spoke in a polite and gentle tone, retracting his hand from the light and dismissing the shadow as he did so. "The one who tried to kill you was a member of the Omega order, a metahuman hunter known only as Phi. He is their order's bloodhound and holds a sterling record for subdued metahumans such as yourselves. So, yes. This is bad. Your current location is the safest you'll ever. You're welcome to leave, though I cannot guarantee your safety."

"I am Epsilon," The metahuman began to conclude his little introduction, "or the Revenant if you're at all familiar with cryptozoology. You're in the current home of the Alpha Order's recruitment chapter and I'm offering the lot of you a chance to make some use of yourselves and a chance to survive. I am not going to promise you will survive if you join, but I can promise you will the moment Phi has a chance to locate either of you again." Epsilon reached down and tossed the pair of cellphones that belong to the girl and boy, two spears of raw black energy that seemed to absorb the light that touched them lurching out of the darkness and slicing through the phones as if they were made of tissue paper. "Any contact to the outside world is strictly prohibited and any connection to an internet enabled device will result in more than just your own death from this point forward. Now chose," Epsilon ordered, standing up from his seat with a rigid spine, his freshly sealed wound threatening to burst at the seams. "Will you join us or leave?"

Epsilon thought for a moment to mention that if they were to attempt to leave, deciding it was best to hold his tongue. Knowing Phi, everything they had any involvement in was being scoured for information and their loved ones were likely going through advanced interrogation techniques. If they knew what was happening, they'd want to run and save their families. Epsilon held his tongue because he knew that by the time they found their loved ones, it'd be to late. There wouldn't be anything recognizable left.

Supers: A Superpower RP

Coincidentally, there's going to be a new character appearing soon that will not be controlled by either myself or Chris. So be sure to give them a warm welcome once they post their CS and say hello!

Superpowered RP: Looking for more players

Please, by all means post your character and introduce yourself and her! We're all very friendly.

Ah, I see. That was very helpful in having a better grasp of what OCD is. I've heard of the whole aspect of the fear that something bad will happen if rituals aren't observed, but I wasn't sure how true that was haha. Now that I know how you respond to things like that, I'm even happier to have you on the team. Cheers.

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Woohoo, two CSs pop up between me leaving to see a movie and get dinner and getting home.

@Weird Tales
Alright, so WCJ is a solid character. I have some concerns though. With his power of summoning toon constructs, what's the limit of strength in these toon characters. Do they wield toonforce? Thus far the only experiences I've had with players using any toon related powers have really soured my taste for the power. I'm also just struggling to see the place that toon powers would have in the established universe.
The personality section doesn't really tell me much about him. It just tells me that he is a goofball and everything beyond that is something that a healthy minded person would share.

I'd also appreciate seeing WCJ be a bit more fleshed out. I'd like to get a good idea of who he is as a person and what he stands for. As for the awakening portion of the CS, think of it more as a writing sample than simple an event to mention.
Also, these powers are in no way genetic. All powers are bestowed upon metas by either the Alpha or the Omega.

@Apollo
Digging Sayuri.
So, first thing- If she's often distracted, wouldn't that be more along the lines of ADD/ADHD if she had a disorder? OCD is less about distractions and more about a compulsive need to maintain certain rituals, like having to wash your hands in scalding water every 20 minutes or having to remove her shoe laces whenever she takes off her shoes.*

Beyond that, I really like the character. Great job. Accepted. I'll be in touch via PM shortly.

I was wondering, that storm that she caused, could that be a sort of historical event for the town? Like maybe it's known as the Great Freak Storm of 2013? Just a thought I had haha.

@Apollo

^{*it should be noted that while I have some first hand experience with the mentioned mental illnesses, I only have a very basic understanding of them}

Supers: A Superpower RP

Once the group of new metas finish their Q&A session with Mr. Has-an-E-tattooed-to-his-back, we might see a new character appear.

Superpowered RP: Looking for more players

Bumper cars

Supers: A Superpower RP

I really need to go to sleep I'm so out of it.

@Penguin

We're not so different, you and I.

Supers: A Superpower RP

Hope my post didn't come out as garbled gibberish. It's been a long day and my brain's a teensy bit fried.

Supers: A Superpower RP

As the gun rose a second time, beneath the armoured man his shadow began to darken, stretching out behind him as though he stood before a great light. The shade crept outward, spreading along the floor and coating the wall in ink-like blackness. As the blackness consumed the wall, with it came a creeping darkness that crawled along the room and a total silence of the outside world as if the black film had separated them from the world outside of this coffee shop. It crept along the ground, mingling with the shadows of two metas who just witnessed the two boys drop dead and was slithering along the ground like a serpent toward the frigid girl behind the counter. The blonde began to move her hands as the armoured man pulled the trigger a second time, dropping the second boy. As she moved the shadow at her feet lurched up from the ground, tendrils of blackness roping around her wrists, clenching them tightly.

"The bold and impotent are only rewarded with death," a lukewarm voice whispered into the ear of the blonde, as if someone were standing on both sides of her, their lips on the edge of her earlobes. The blackness had nearly consumed her at this point, as if aiming to swallow her whole in the way the tide does a sandcastle.

The man in armour had noticed the shade and drew a blade of psionic energy that hummed a crackled with a fierce intensity. He recognized what was happening and that if he had made a move toward the children now it would only be a wasted effort. A figure of what looked like billowing smoke emerged from the blackness before the gunman. His body lean and textured like charred bark. His aquiline face looked more like a helmet that bore a pair of red eyes that smoldered like burning coals. The texture of his body was constantly shifting as if his body wasn't a solid object. Its body spread wider beyond its waist, resembling a loose robe of shifting blackness. Along the lower half of his body grasped hands while agonized faces appeared in the shifting surface like the faces of men drowning in water, continuously bobbing to the surface and being dragged down beyond sight. Its gaunt arms hung limply at its sides, ended with claws that resembled rakes dipped in ink.

Shades rose from the darkness behind the three metas, standing silently and watching them as the events unfolded before them. The gunman moved first, swiping his blade at the shade who lurched backward, its body shifting around the blade. The man moved further and further toward the shade who glided backwards, its body shifting and twisting around the blade letting it only cut air. "Much too slow, Phi," the being mocked, its voice filling the room, emanating wherever the blackness had spread. "You've already killed the only omega among the group. These Alphas are mine to take." its movement slowed if only a for a moment, the blade managing to catch the shade, cutting it open to reveal pale ghostly white flesh beneath it, a spray of blood coming from where the blade met the skin. "You dog," the being snarled, the being suddenly collapsing into the darkness leaving only a splatter of blood on the wall behind it as evidence of it ever existing. The shades standing behind the children jerked forward as the blackness began to dissipate, consuming them in a shroud much like the being.

In the shroud, the children would feel weightless and as if they were sinking in a pit of tar. The experience would feel like hours for the children. The first time was always the worst.

They were spilled out onto the floor of a barren room with gray concrete slabs for walls, the floor, and the ceiling. The blackness was gone, though the only source of light was a naked bulb hanging in the center of the room, bathing the three young metas in light. At the edge of the light hand a silhouette of a man, his back only slightly visible from the light. His skin was white like freshly fallen snow, the whiteness tainted by the black tattoo of the Greek letter of the alphabet for Epsilon covering the entirety of his back. He was quietly humming as his hands worked away out of the vision of the three and only when he reached for a bottle hydrogen peroxide sitting next to a wad of bloodied cotton, a pile of bandages, and a sewing kit did it become clear that he was in the process of doing some back-alley surgery on himself. Besides his first-aid equipment sat three cellphones, their batteries sitting next to them.

A trickle of smoke rose from in front of him and when he glanced behind him the red tip of a cigarette giving more of an outline to the silhouette of his face. He had an aquiline nose and a sharp chin, the sides of his head were shaven and a pastel blue mohawk ran from the peak of his hairline to the base of his neck like a headdress, the dream-catcher tattoo on the left side of his neck and head only further adding to the motif. He parted his lips as if to say something and closed them, his eyes studying the three of them. Eventually he spoke, his voice soft and warm "Sorry about your friends." He turned away from them and returned to his first-aid, returning the brown jug to his side and grabbing a needle with a length of thread. "Go ahead and ask any questions you might have."

Supers: A Superpower RP

It Doesn't Lurk in the Darkness. It is the Darkness.

Are you afraid of the dark? Source
Only existing photo of Slate outside of his shroud

Name: ------- Slate
Alias: Revenant
Order Standing: Epsilon
Age: --
Gender: Male
Power: Shadow Camouflage, Umbrakinetic Constructs, Shadow Breath, Shadow Generation, Shadow Stealth, Umbrageous Teleportation, Inaudibility, Non-Corporeal shape shifting

Personality:
Shut off and reclusive, it's difficult to get more than a passing glance from Slate while in his company. He's intensely driven in his work against Omega's disciples and has dedicated his life to being Epsilon and waging war with the Omegas. Slate lacks trust in all powered individuals and will generally develop a comprehensive understanding of them before he interacts with him. After being burned by Gamma one too many times, he's also become a technophobe. If he catches someone with an internet-enabled device, he will destroy it with extreme prejudice.

Likes:
Silence, Pens, Rain, Snow, Seafood, Sweets, Sedentary animals, Classical Music, Metal, Hip Hop

Dislikes:
Electronic anything, The colour Orange, Red Meat, Handshakes

History:
Everything that exists about Slate has been purged from all records. Is is believed that he is an Caucasian American between 5'10 and 6'2 and that he is, in fact, a man. His first believed appearance was October 15th, 2006. The video captures of him was posted to Youtube and was judged to be fake by experts.