Menhir

Heroes Reborn - A DCAU Roleplay (Always open!)

@Blackstripe
You mean that textwall at the beginning? I'll admit it's a little tangled up in places and has some minor issues with not actually fitting into the current DC cosmology, but we can cross that bridge when we come to it. I mean, you basically just want Miracleman with a coat of paint, right? I can do a pretty good Miracleman, though honestly I'm more of a Morrison guy.

Heroes Reborn - A DCAU Roleplay (Always open!)

@Blackstripe
Actually, all forms of Dial give a randomized result in every continuity. The concept of a "broken" Dial was actually introduced in the 2012 Dial H run, with the primary difference being that a defective Dial steals identities rather than copying them. The only way to "game" a Dial's outcome is the ability to reverse time like Centipede did with his Q-Dial, which was kind of like savescumming until he got a good result. You could see this when the Operator, despite creating and perfecting the D-Dial himself, still had times when he dialed useless events and couldn't actually effect which outcome the dial bunch got.

But this actually isn't that Dial but a pastiche of the negative effects of the 4th generation H/S/Q-Dials and the overall powerset of the 3rd generation Dial from the 90's H-E-R-O run, though without the residual effects.

I'd suggest reading both they're very good comics.

Heroes Reborn - A DCAU Roleplay (Always open!)

Right, forgot to tag. I've really got to get out of this mindset that people read of their own volition.
@Blackstripe

Basic Information
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Superhero/Villain Name: Various
Civilian Name: Dialman
Origin: Dimension Z
Hometown: Danny The Park
Sex: None
Race: Benign Independent Thoughtform
Height: Pretty Tall
Weight: Pretty Light
Age: ?? Birth Date: ??
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Costumed Appearance: That of his current persona, but with the addition of the Dial embedded in the back of their head.

Civilian Appearance

Icon: Varies, but Dialman has his H-E-R-O, which is the only part of him that can't change tone.

Costumed Personality: More stable than the vanilla untransformed Dialman, but at the same time in a constant mental battle between the original Dialman's mind vs. the personality and ethical principles of his current persona.

Civilian Personality: Dialman's mind is a hazy, jumbled mess of conflicting information from a hundred thousand worlds and times. He doesn't know who he is or where he came from but he's pretty sure that he's meant to fight a terrible looming threat that is even now drawing closer, even if he can't actually articulate what it is.

Super abilities:
-Powers: Unique Physiology: Dialman isn't real. He's not alive, not in the same way people are. He breathes different. Sees different. Bleeds different. He's got waxy smooth skin and staples down his spine and he leaches colors and words and thoughts right up into his own self and back out through him. Imagination is his lifeblood.

-Gadgets: Dial: A functioning Dial, though the exact model is unknown. Embedded in the back of Dialman's head. By using the buttons, he can reach through hypertime and become someone else. Be careful, though, because becoming someone else means giving up yourself, staining you with little drops of other people's hopes and dreams forever until you can't tell who you were before you were yourself.

-Weaknesses: Acetone, ethanol, citric acid, criticism

Civilian Occupation: Hobo

Biography
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I was just a boy on Krypton when my parents were ambushed in a blind alley by a man with a hook for a hand, who stabbed them both with a dagger forged from Nth Metal and merged them into one superpowered being. Just as he was about to come after me, too, a stray transmitter beam hit me, teleporting me to Oa. There, I swore revenge and received cybernetic implants that made me the perfect fusion of man and machine. When I reached adulthood, I left Paradise Island as an envoy to the world of men.

But that can't be right.

Can it?

Hello, operator?

I think I'm sick...

Optional information
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Nemesis: Everyone
Allies: Anyone
Team: All of them

Heroes Reborn - A DCAU Roleplay (Always open!)

This game needs more comic books. Don't worry though, I'm here to help.

Basic Information
=========
Superhero/Villain Name: Various
Civilian Name: Dialman
Origin: Dimension Z
Hometown: Danny The Park
Sex: None
Race: Benign Independent Thoughtform
Height: Pretty Tall
Weight: Pretty Light
Age: ?? Birth Date: ??
--------
Costumed Appearance: That of his current persona, but with the addition of the Dial embedded in the back of their head.

Civilian Appearance

Icon: Varies, but Dialman has his H-E-R-O, which is the only part of him that can't change tone.

Costumed Personality: More stable than the vanilla untransformed Dialman, but at the same time in a constant mental battle between the original Dialman's mind vs. the personality and ethical principles of his current persona.

Civilian Personality: Dialman's mind is a hazy, jumbled mess of conflicting information from a hundred thousand worlds and times. He doesn't know who he is or where he came from but he's pretty sure that he's meant to fight a terrible looming threat that is even now drawing closer, even if he can't actually articulate what it is.

Super abilities:
-Powers: Unique Physiology: Dialman isn't real. He's not alive, not in the same way people are. He breathes different. Sees different. Bleeds different. He's got waxy smooth skin and staples down his spine and he leaches colors and words and thoughts right up into his own self and back out through him. Imagination is his lifeblood.

-Gadgets: Dial: A functioning Dial, though the exact model is unknown. Embedded in the back of Dialman's head. By using the buttons, he can reach through hypertime and become someone else. Be careful, though, because becoming someone else means giving up yourself, staining you with little drops of other people's hopes and dreams forever until you can't tell who you were before you were yourself.

-Weaknesses: Acetone, ethanol, citric acid, criticism

Civilian Occupation: Hobo

Biography
-------------
I was just a boy on Krypton when my parents were ambushed in a blind alley by a man with a hook for a hand, who stabbed them both with a dagger forged from Nth Metal and merged them into one superpowered being. Just as he was about to come after me, too, a stray transmitter beam hit me, teleporting me to Oa. There, I swore revenge and received cybernetic implants that made me the perfect fusion of man and machine. When I reached adulthood, I left Paradise Island as an envoy to the world of men.

But that can't be right.

Can it?

Hello, operator?

I think I'm sick...

Optional information
----------
Nemesis: Everyone
Allies: Anyone
Team: All of them

Yu-Gi-Oh Soul R (Still Accepting)

Oh, we're moving on without finishing the match?
That's a shame, really. I wanted to watch till the end.

Yu-Gi-Oh Soul R (Still Accepting)

@Ryik Sorry, couldn't really get on yesterday. I'll respond to your concerns now.

I thought saying we were friends was enough to establish that I wanted to be friends, but I guess you ended up taking it the wrong way. Do you think "buddy" would get my point across better? Or maybe "chum"? How do you feel about "amigo"?

Also I can't really stop you from leaving but just for future reference can you point out where you thought I was rude to you and maybe give suggestions as to what I could have done instead? I've been trying to work on it but nobody ever sticks around to give me a straight explanation.

I mean personally speaking I thought we were having a lot of fun together and you seemed really invested but I guess you actually weren't. Sorry.

Yu-Gi-Oh Soul R (Still Accepting)

The little girl vaulted silently onto the roof of the school, her face growing uncharacteristically grim and her steps filling with purpose. A quiet click came from her duel disk as she stepped in front of a ventilation duct. Total 19.

"That you?"

"Password."

The girl sighed and rolled her shoulders.

"Color of the flower
Has already faded away,
While in idle thoughts..."

"...My life passes vainly by,
As I watch the long rains fall."

"We done here?"

"Shoot."

The kid rounded the corner to find what appeared to be a teen prostitute in a bathing suit, filing her nails.

"So, er..."

"You like it? It's my new look."

"So you're trying for... Fetish model?"

"She's a student here, actually. Umi Ruka.", the girl henceforth known as Umi Ruka blew on her nails before looking back at her partner, "Gives you kind of a 'prize queen' vibe, right? Don't worry, she spends most of her time rooting around in garbage or whatever. Doesn't like to talk."

The child massaged her temples and tried not to look too closely at her partner.

"I can't believe I talked you up to the students down there..."

"Aw, it's no big deal! Besides, I could tell you were having a great time!"

"I'd be having a better time if you gave me back my own deck.", the kid responded, holding up her duel disk-clad arm, "This one's boring as hell."

"I prefer the word 'safe'. You know the rules, pipsqueak- 'long as you're my proxy, you gotta use a deck I've built."

"Then build me a better one, dammit! And get me a better look while you're at it!"

Umi shifted her seating in order to face her child companion completely.

"Oh? And I don't suppose you have an idea in mind?"

"Just... Something taller! And... More male!"

"Well the former's a no-go. Even a small model like yours eats power like it's no tomorrow. Doubt you can even turbo duel like that. As for 'more male'...", she shrugged, "...Eh, maybe I can rig something up. Gimme a week. Just... I dunno, wear a real disguise until then."

"I'm holding you to that."

"Sure, whatever."

Umi hopped off the ventilation shaft she'd been using as a seat and strolled across the roof, making a motion for the kid to follow her.

"Seriously, I'll make you swallow a thousand needles if you're lying, alright?"

"Hey now, I'm against violence."

"Since when?"

"Since just now. Now c'mon, we don't have all day! Things to do, people to hurt!"

"...What happened to 'against violence'..?"

Yu-Gi-Oh Soul R (Still Accepting)

"Eeeeh~? Ser~i~ous~ly? I thought that was a JOKE. Well, alright th- OH, you're going."

Youryou seemed to already be taking his first turn, his earlier offer apparently now invalidated. She drew her hand one at a time.

"Geez, I guess you're one of THOSE types, huh mis~ter? A~ll talk? Afraid you're gonna LOSE, are ya? Well don't wor~ry, cuz you're gon~na. It's prac~tic~ally in~ev~it~a~ble, don'tcha KNOW? 'Cuz I'm NONE OTHER than~"

"...To start my turn, I'm going to activate Card Destruction!"

"~Wait, what?"

The girl looked at her hand for a moment as the boy set out his field, then looked back at him, stunned. Slowly, she discarded her entire hand. Waboku. Goe Goe the Gallant Ninja.

...And three Jackpot 7's.

"That's, er...", she trailed off.

For a moment, there was complete awkward silence, and the participants only had cicadas and their own thoughts to accompany them. This was a quite literally unprecedented level of failure. She had, in fact, achieved the legendary Turn 0 Win, the rarest and most hollow of all victories. Such staggering incompetence was unheard of. The kid cradled her face in her hands, the mood now completely ruined.

"I'm just... I'm gonna go."

One smokebomb later, the child had disappeared.

What Happened

• @Lord Szall's character's Card Destruction discarded my character's hand
• This activated all three Jackpot 7's, thus banishing them via their effect
• Jackpot 7's effect means my character wins the duel when all 3 are banished in this manner
• Thus, my character wins the duel

YURYU - LOSS - HAND 1
NONE - SET - SET - SET - NONE
NONE - NONE - SET - NONE - NONE

NONE - NONE - NONE - NONE - NONE
NONE - NONE - NONE - NONE - NONE
??? - 9500 LP - HAND 5

Yu-Gi-Oh Soul R (Still Accepting)

@Ryik
Yes, I did indeed say that I jumped to conclusions there.

I guess it was myself who jumped to conclusions this time.

@Menhir

Right here, actually. And I'm glad you've acknowledged me as your buddy.

Regardless, in the words of the great Freddie Mercury:
Don't try suicide/Nobody's worth it
Don't try suicide/Nobody cares
Don't try suicide/You're just gonna hate it
Don't try suicide/Nobody gives a damn

And I think that's something we can all get behind. Plus I've heard meteor deaths would actually be very painless.

Yu-Gi-Oh Soul R (Still Accepting)

@Ryik
I mean, yeah, I guess so from a purely cardgames standpoint, but going by what you had down and how you described her I was under the impression Elly was one of those characters who hangs on to the bitter end and accepts their loss as a loss, since you were talking about how you wanted her to come off as dignified and stuff.

I guess it was myself who jumped to conclusions this time.