myinneroblivion

Elimination of the Supers!

I can't help it, boredom is bad for me....

The One .. I think of this every time I see your name

https://youtu.be/oI-TC3-SPIw

Scott Pilgrim esque

Ok... I know this is probably goofy, and I intend for some humor.... I want to do a Scott Pilgrim based rp. I'm open to a mix of roles here, whether the m has the ex's or the f has the ex's, and I am open to play either role.

I don't want an exact copy of the movie, and would love to talk I through with someone. If you haven't seen it, I recommend it...and I don't think you're reading the right post. :-)

I'm looking for a partner who can do at Least casual. 2-4 paragraphs even during conversations. Also need someone comfortable playing multiple characters and both genders at least I NPCs. I will this to be 18+. I wouldn't mind adding some gore to the violence. I also don't fade to Black, so if we're going there, we're going all the way there.

Elimination of the Supers!

Lol, thanks. I have learned that finatics can convince themselves of anything, even if others can't.

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Micah was on a three day binge of going over old records between the escalating intensity of forest fires on the west coast, the substances in chemtrails, and the activity of HARPP. He was tired and frustrated. True it made sense to him, but how would he be able to convince others? The damn sheeple couldn't follow a concept more than a couple steps even If they listened. He groaned, lighting another cig, and went to the kitchen, rubbing his eyes. He snagged another beer from the fridge, popping it open with one hand as he headed back to his room... Then froze, the beer still to his lips. There was a note on his keyboard... But he had just been at that keyboard... He slowly backed out of the room, not turning his back to it, and opened his tablet. Linking in to the security cameras he had all over his house, he reversed the reading o his room, watching closely. It really had just appeared there. Well it was good that no one was in the house, but magic? Perhaps the talk of superhumans had some validity to it?

Slowly he went back into the room, looking down at the letter, but not touching it. He went to the bathroom, got two tweezers, and returned to read the note, still not touching it. Then he read it a couple more times. What the fuck. He wasn't some mutant freak... But he did know the government, and if they believed he was, then it really didn't matter if he was or not.

"Well fuck me runnin." He mumbled, thinking it all over, odds were on one thing. Supers were apparently real, and one was warning him that the government was going to come for him. He had figured they would eventually, but not because of some cockamamie bullshit about him having powers. Well whatever. The Reason didn't change the outcome. Micah went into motion. He sent his computers into action, uploading all the data it had gathered that day to the external hard drive as he collected his clothes and guns. It was only a couple hours early than it's normal download, so he wouldn't miss much. It would be done by the time the foot bag was loaded with everything he owned, and he would add it to the case with the others.

He also added the laptop, but left the desktops he had pillaged. They didn't cost much, and while they made his work easier, they weren't essential. He then rolled up his hammock, clipped it to the bag, grabbed his case of beer, and was loading it into the Jeep. It all took less than ten minutes, and he was pulling out into the street. His computers that he left would short circuit after an our of no use, frying the motherboards, and he left no indication of where he was going. Hell, he didn't even know where he was going yet.

After an hour, he pulled into a rest stop, finishing his beer as he opened the note again and reading the map. He sighed, looking around and thinking about how easy it was for him to simply pack his shit and let the life he had been living. He was pretty sure it wasn't normal. People hated change, and just walking away from a life was unthinkable. Hell, entire movies had been made based on it. "Well that's what happens when you're a paranoid prick." He told himself, memorizing the location, then stepping out of the Jeep to set the note on fire. No evidence my friend. No clues. Then he got back into his Jeep, and started the long drive.

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So we're going to have two shadow manipulaters?

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So... How is this going to start? Since we are basically scattered to the four winds?

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...... Being and avid fan of Lovecraft, your talk of this forbidden post is peeking my curiosity. Lol.

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Lol! My hero?

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....... Aww I missed it

The Astonishing X-Men

Wraith

Nikita Myra West

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Gender:

female

Age

18

Physical Traits

hair is naturally red, but usually died black and brighter red. Eyes are grey, though turn yellow when powers are used. Only one tattoo, just below the belly button.

Hometown

Bedias Texas

Academics

very good at school, due to years of practice in homeschool.

Personality Traits

• witty
• sarcastically funny
• fun loving
• empathetic
• easy going

• dark sense of humor
• kind of a clepto
• smoker
• drinker
• likes going where she's not supposed to be

_{Gifted Youngster}

Wraith

X-Men

Costume

solid black suit over torso and legs. Combat boots, a long black leather trench coat, and a black cowgirl hat. Each decorated with silver spikes in an X pattern. Boots are tipped with steel toe plates on the outside.

Mutation

turning intangible/invisible, which she calls Ghosting. While ghosted, she can possess inanimate objects. Also has minor illusions, and telekinesis. Normal haunted house stuff.

Weaknesses

Nikita is terrified of losing her powers, afraid she may find out that she is actually dead.

Prior to Joining the School

Nikita was raised on a wannabe farm, in the middle of the BFE Texas to a pair of overly Christian parents that wished they were farmers. Her father had always wanted a boy, so when they had a girl, and couldn't have anymore, Nikita's father put her in that role instead. She grew up tending to the animals, which included a dozen chickens, a pair of geese, a pig, a turkey, a sheep, a horse (the only animal that was actually hers), and 8 dogs. She was also taught to hunt and fish, as her father's way of trying to bond. It didn't work for him, and he eventually quit going,, but she continued. She was homeschooled, isolated, and miserable. Luckily, her mother was a former highschool teacher, so her education was exceptional. Unfortunately, once the chores and homework were done, Nikita had nothing to do. Nikita used this time to explore the nearly untouched wilderness of the middle of Texas. She used to pretend she was a warrior princess, using sticks as swords, as she ran through forests and across the dry open plains.

When her father died, her mother sold all the animals, and began to teach again at a school nearly an hour away. Unable to teach her anymore, her mother was forced to enroll Nikita in the school she was teaching at. It pained her mother to do it, but it was the highlight of Nikita's life. She didn't get to hang out with her friends, which she made quickly, but every day at school was like a social club for her. She made friends with everyone who would talk to her, adopted click stereotypes, settled on a mix of Country and Goth, and settled in as the class clown, though maintained her straight A average.

Then the accident happened. Nikita was leaving school one day, laughing and joking with her friends. One of the school buses lost control and plowed into the small group of girls. And slamming them into the side wall of the school. Nikita remembered nothing after the initial touch of the bus, except for a vague feeling of fear and peace at the same time.

It took two days before she became self aware enough to try to wake up, and when she did, she found herself unhurt, laying on the ground in front of the damaged wall of the school. With grim fascination, Nikita watched as people's reactions to her being alive changed. Most were relieved... At first. Then as time went on, the shock wore off, and her powers began to manifest more often, things changed for the worst. They became scared of her, resentful, some even hated her for surviving while all her friends died. The hardest part, however, was when her mother stopped being able to hide how she felt.

One night, after a brutal day at school of being shunned, mocked, teased, and flat out insulted, Nikita broke into tears as she spilled everything to her mother. Instead of comforting her daughter, she began defending the other students. It was the last straw for Nikita, and she left her house that night, never to return. She took what little she could fit in her camping backpack, and headed in the vague direction of north east. She had wondered the woods long enough to know how to survive, but had no money. She had just made it beyond the lands she knew, planning on ways to get food and shelter along the way when she stumbled upon a vast open field. The field itself was not of, but the large expensive looking jet parked in the middle of it did. Once things were explained to her, they were quite obvious. The X-Men had come to her, instead of making her walk all thw way to them. She was eternally grateful for this, though she still curious to know if she could actually do it.

Post Powers

Once enrolled in the school, Nikita burried herself in studies, and trying to control her powers. She tried hard not to make friends, not to get involved, and not to get distracted.... But eventually, her nature, and the general calm of the school, prevailed, and her desire to make people laugh broke free. She still tended to keep people distant, but wouldn't hesitate to tell a joke, or play a prank when one was available. She noticed that her life had turned her humor sarcastic and dark, but since none of her fellow students knew the old her, quick witted dark humor fit the gothic cowgirl fairly well.

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