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1 yr ago
Current That was the worst three months of my life. Health is close to normal again. Here's to making the insurance company cry!
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1 yr ago
"Your copay today is $20,000" How about no.
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3 yrs ago
Well, the "I am but an ally" to "queer af" pipeline is real.

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I have gone by many names over my life, and the one I go by here is Nori.

I am a non-binary individual who has a love of participating in these stories and creating my own. I am incredibly chronically ill. If my illness flares up too much I may be pulled away.

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I do have an interest in this as well!

Olivia

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ROBIN


"Did he just," Olivia paused her thought as she floated through the air. "He did; he just picked me up," she continued. As she found her feet on the ground once more, she turned towards the man who had carried her away. "Could you be any more cliche Tuxedo Mask?" She shouted. In her mind, she pushed her power to compel the man to apologize, yet it did not affect him all the same. Twice she had used her powers on those who had one, and twice they had failed.

Olivia knew she had stepped into the unknown when she walked through those doors. Oh, how quickly things have spiraled from there. Her powers don't work on powered individuals, she was princess-carried away from danger, and the villain was much more dangerous than the stories foretold. Was she cut out for this? Could she be a hero? These thoughts clouded her mind again, but she knew she could not dwell on them for long. Once again, she pushed them back and walled them away from her conscious thought. She would deal with them later.

This "Mamoru Chiba" like individual did spur an idea. She did not need to fight Thundercloud herself when she could compel his soldiers to do it for her. In an instant, her feet carried her towards the henchmen who had started to fill the lobby. She did her best to keep out of sight, darting from pillar to pillar. Her mind raced with an idea or two; she needed the perfect joke for this. She watched as the paper talisman impacted the first henchman through the door, forcing him off of his feet.

Olivia stopped a few meters away and came face to face with a pair of Stormtroopers. Her mind blanked for just a second at sight. "So your boss is kinda a big deal round here, eh?" She delivered the joke, using her hands to make the shape of a rather bulky circle around her stomach area. She compelled the two troopers to turn and fight off their comrades. She watched intensely as their eyes fogged over, making them her thrall. "Pun Patrol, you know what to do," she finished her command as she dove for cover behind a pillar.

The two Stormtroopers slowly turned and faced their former comrades. "Is it me, or has the boss been a little rough around the edges today?" The first Stormtrooper asked, rubbing his belly as he did, as he raised his weapon with the other hand, opening fire.

Though usually, the sound of gunfire would be painfully evident, it was matched slightly by the squealing sounds of tires on the tile floor. Olivia turned her head to catch the sight of an unmanned truck barreling its way towards the villain with a thunderous roar.

"What in the ever-loving-" Olivia paused as she pondered if this too was another hero. She had never seen a truck hero before, but who was she to judge that particular power. Her head tilted and a smug grin spread across her face. She turned her attention towards the villain, waiting to see what he would do next.
Olivia


What is it that makes someone a hero? Olivia did not know the answer to that question, but it was all she could think of. She hid from the commotion of the fight between the forces of law and order and chaos and disorder, hiding behind a simple dumpster just around the corner from the tower's entrance. Is a hero just someone with a superpower? Or is a hero someone who chooses to do the right thing, regardless of having a superpower or not? The answer escaped her as she pressed her back further into the metal siding of the dumpster. Was she crazy? How could she be thinking of going toe to toe with a proper villain? Or with their henchmen even?

Just one week had gone by since she had gotten her powers. That's it. She has had no time to discover its quirks, no opportunity to figure out how to use it against a powered individual, and she has no clue how to actually do battle with a villain. Olivia peered around the corner of the dumpster and caught sight of two henchmen. She quickly pulled her head back around and was hidden once more. They were dressed in their matching uniforms and were armed and dangerous, much like the rest. These two, however, were isolated, and they were alone.

Olivia took a deep breath. She knew the answer to her question would not be answered behind a dirty dumpster wet by rain but instead be answered by her actions here today. The world had lost all of its heroes to the virus. And she knew that the world needed their replacement. While she was not anywhere close to their level, she knew she had to stand for those who could not. Even if that means she stands alone. Even if that means she should fall defeated.

Olivia took another deep breath, and then another, and then a third. She stood up, pulled her mask taught over her face, and flicked the lights on. Comedy was needed in these dark times. "What did the police say about the hairstylist turned villain?" Olivia asked as she approached the pair as she emerged from her hiding spot. "They said her plans were dye-abolical."

The pair turned their attention towards Olivia but paused as she delivered the joke. In an instant, their eyes had fogged up, and their movements ceased for just a moment. "I have never heard a worse joke in my life," the first Stormtrooper responded as he threw down his weapon and turned towards the police lines with hands up in the air, "you should be ashamed."

"Yeah, I second that," the second Stormtrooper added. "I hope you have a day job, and you never have to make a joke again." He, too, threw his weapon to the ground, threw his hands up, and made his way towards the police. She waved a quick goodbye to the duo before she set her focus on the door to the lobby. At that moment, the realization hit.

"Oh," Olivia whispered, "oh, I did it." She paused as the realization washed over her. Her thoughts grew ever more dark as the reality of what she had just done crept into her conscious mind. She pushed these thoughts to the back of her mind, walled them up behind brick and mortar, and took a step forward. She could not focus on these thoughts right now; she had a date with destiny. Soon these individual steps turned into a march towards the front door to the Financial Tower. They soon found themself carrying Olivia through them inside.

"I was shocked to learn that a powered individual survived the virus," Olivia shouted as she walked into the lobby, catching the sight of the villain for the first time. As she spoke, she forced the total weight of her power into her words. She commanded the villain to give themself up. Yet, she noticed his eyes remained the same. No fog, no change in demeanor, and he still ate his chips.

"Oh no," Olivia whispered.
Thanks for providing that clarity :D


I am interested :D

It is time that I busted out my idea for a Superhero who has a voice related power. Her Superhero name will be The Punisher, and bad jokes are her weapons.
Don't think I have the free time to commit myself to an Advanced RP at the moment, but I'll definitely keep my eye on this.


All good! I may end up leaving it as a BETA RP but we will see where the interest is!
roleplayerguild.com/topics/186894-the… BETA IC. This will be most likely a beta or advanced RP.



"Who could have known how our war would change? How our walls would become raked with barbs thrown from monsters with skin of metal, how our towers would crumble from the fire brought down as their beasts roared in the heavens above. Who would have known? Would it have mattered?

Our fortress lay bare, and the once-great walls of the Knife's Edge litter the landscape, her towers broken and fragmented. Our home for a decade had finally fallen. This fight was not a battle we could have won; no, no, this fight's outcome was settled the day they began this war. With each defeat, they brought new weapons, with each setback new soldiers. With each passing year, we found that our enemy was committed to ending our existence, and our strategies were all for naught.

Their beasts on the ground sat too far back for our magic to hit, and the night sky hid the ones above. We lashed out like children as our fire mages illuminated the fields with their red and yellow glow. In contrast, our force mages launched their boulders into the enemy formation. Yet each salvo they sent and with fire dropped, they claimed lives as if it were a sport. I watched in horror as friends after friend met their fate at the end of a barb or under the crushing weight of our collapsing walls. I watched in shock as my fellow soldiers disappeared in a mist of bone and blood as the fire from above hit and exploded around them. I saw it all. It will be the end of us.

I led a desperate retreat from our home into the forest east and away from the carnage. Of all the commanders, only I remain. I lead a small, inexperienced, and ill-equipped squad that must quickly become warriors. Now, we must fight our way across enemy-held land with hunters on our heels, for there is a secret crossing into the Land of Whispers. From there, we can return to our home and prepare our final defense.




The Basic idea for this story:




Setting for the story:




Enemies:







How magic works in this RP









Nations:







Rules:






If you have any questions just let me know!
roleplayerguild.com/topics/186894-the… BETA IC. This will be most likely a beta or advanced RP.



"Who could have known how our war would change? How our walls would become raked with barbs thrown from monsters with skin of metal, how our towers would crumble from the fire brought down as their beasts roared in the heavens above. Who would have known? Would it have mattered?

Our fortress lay bare, and the once-great walls of the Knife's Edge litter the landscape, her towers broken and fragmented. Our home for a decade had finally fallen. This fight was not a battle we could have won; no, no, this fight's outcome was settled the day they began this war. With each defeat, they brought new weapons, with each setback new soldiers. With each passing year, we found that our enemy was committed to ending our existence, and our strategies were all for naught.

Their beasts on the ground sat too far back for our magic to hit, and the night sky hid the ones above. We lashed out like children as our fire mages illuminated the fields with their red and yellow glow. In contrast, our force mages launched their boulders into the enemy formation. Yet each salvo they sent and with fire dropped, they claimed lives as if it were a sport. I watched in horror as friends after friend met their fate at the end of a barb or under the crushing weight of our collapsing walls. I watched in shock as my fellow soldiers disappeared in a mist of bone and blood as the fire from above hit and exploded around them. I saw it all. It will be the end of us.

I led a desperate retreat from our home into the forest east and away from the carnage. Of all the commanders, only I remain. I lead a small, inexperienced, and ill-equipped squad that must quickly become warriors. Now, we must fight our way across enemy-held land with hunters on our heels, for there is a secret crossing into the Land of Whispers. From there, we can return to our home and prepare our final defense.




The Basic idea for this story:




Setting for the story:




Enemies:







How magic works in this RP









Nations:







Rules:






If you have any questions just let me know!


"Who could have known how our war would change? How our walls would become raked with barbs thrown from monsters with skin of metal, how our towers would crumble from the fire brought down as their beasts roared in the heavens above. Who would have known? Would it have mattered?

Our fortress lay bare, and the once-great walls of the Knife's Edge litter the landscape, her towers broken and fragmented. Our home for a decade had finally fallen. This fight was not a battle we could have won; no, no, this fight's outcome was settled the day they began this war. With each defeat, they brought new weapons, with each setback new soldiers. With each passing year, we found that our enemy was committed to ending our existence, and our strategies were all for naught.

Their beasts on the ground sat too far back for our magic to hit, and the night sky hid the ones above. We lashed out like children as our fire mages illuminated the fields with their red and yellow glow. In contrast, our force mages launched their boulders into the enemy formation. Yet each salvo they sent and with fire dropped, they claimed lives as if it were a sport. I watched in horror as friends after friend met their fate at the end of a barb or under the crushing weight of our collapsing walls. I watched in shock as my fellow soldiers disappeared in a mist of bone and blood as the fire from above hit and exploded around them. I saw it all. It will be the end of us.

I led a desperate retreat from our home into the forest east and away from the carnage. Of all the commanders, only I remain. I lead a small, inexperienced, and ill-equipped squad that must quickly become warriors. Now, we must fight our way across enemy-held land with hunters on our heels, for there is a secret crossing into the Land of Whispers. From there, we can return to our home and prepare our final defense.




The Basic idea for this story:




Setting for the story:




Enemies:







How magic works in this RP









Nations:







Rules:






If you have any questions just let me know!
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