Nyther

OBLIVION— a linear superhero roleplay

<Snipped quote by Severance>

wyoming is real???

@hawkins

I feel personally attached.

Dehumanized

Abel

After several hours of walking, he arrived. The trees thinned and the large expanse of New York spread out below him. He took a pull on the cooked meat and smiled to himself. Every time he came to a city he was always able to live his best life. Killing gang members and bandits and stealing from them was always fun, and it had the bonus of making those who were being preyed upon by said "bad guys" trust him. They always saw him as some sort of God send for taking out the "bad guys". Then he could easily exploit those he "rescued" before killing them. His smile slowly faded as he heard a commotion far in the distance.

"Curiouser and curiouser." He muttered to himself. His head awash with so many trivial quotes and radiation he seemed to rarely speak as himself anymore. He put the remaining meat in his satchel and slowly descended the slope towards the disturbance in the distance. Gunshots and, he couldn't figure out the other noises at first. He slunk from building to building as he got closer to make out muffled voices. He slammed himself against a small outcropping of what was probably once a house and his eyes widened in both confusion and wonder at what he saw.

This bird like man picked up and slammed what was most likely a bandit into the ground, killing the man in most horrible fashion. "Oh, Mr. Harvey Birdman. You are a sight to behold." Able muttered. Suddenly the man pulled out some odd shaped guns and blasted a large hole through another man. Able giggled and clapped to himself. "Such sights to behold." He stayed hidden and watched the man grab what he could from the fallen men.

Able remained where he was as the man flew up swiftly to the roof. Able was unable to see what was happening from there, but heard muffled voices. He wanted to know what was going on, but getting closer may reveal his position and, as sure as Able was of himself, didn't dare risk going toe to toe with that monstrosity. Suddenly his mind screamed at him to drop down. Literally the second he dropped down, a hail of bullets flew over his head, missing him by inches.

Able pulled out his revolver and sent a bullet into the head of a bandit who had a machine gun leveled at Able's head. As the man fell, Abel quickly holstered his revolver and scurried over to the man and picked up his machine gun. He then lept to the other side of the building and peered towards the building the birdman was perched on. Abel watched as now the man was now on the street level, talking to someone. Abel checked the magazine and saw it still had about half a clip left. He scanned all around, it appeared as if no one was anywhere around, despite the birdman, whomever he spoke to, and if anyone else was in the building he stood in front. Abel simply peered around the corner and observed what would unfold.

Isekai Rangers! Solve Problems, Break Hearts, Grievous Bodily Harm!

Interested. Would people chose have any powers, or just regular guys that can travel through dimensions?

Red Dead Reckoning

Charles Starrett

Location: A day's ride from Armadillo

The sun hung low in the sky as Charles opened the door and walked into the sheriff's office. "Well boss," Charles addressed the older sheriff leaning back in his chair, his feet propped on the old wooden desk. "rounds 'er done. All quiet, like always." He sighed contently as he plopped down on the bench lining the wall.

"That so Charles?" The sheriff replied. "No big gunfights to break up or bank heists to stop?" A sly smile forming.

"Gotta call me Church, Ernie." Charles shot back, emphasizing and drawing out the sheriff's name mockingly.

The sheriff pulled his feet back and place them on the floor, leaning forward in his chair and narrowed his eyes at Charles. "Boy, ain't nobody every gonna call you that crazy name." The sheriff stood up and sauntered over to Charles and propped one foot up on the bench and leaned over, resting his elbow on his raised up knee. He leaned in close and stared quietly at Charles. "So, how's about a going away drink, Church?" He spat out the name.

For several moments both men just stared at each other before Charles was the first one to break a smile, with the sheriff following suit by letting out a hearty laugh. Charles stood up as the sheriff slapped him playfully on the back. Both men walked over to the sheriff's desk. The sheriff pulled out the bottom drawer of his desk and pulled a bottle of whiskey and two shot glasses. He placed both glasses on the desk and poured whiskey into both. Both men raising a glass to each other before shooting the brown liquid back into their mouths, letting out a satisfying "oooh".

The sheriff poured two more and once they had finished, put the bottle and glasses away. "Once word gets out," Charles started. "Everyone's gonna be calling me Church. Cause once you see me, I'm sending you to God." The sheriff almost choked he laughed so hard.

"That so?" The sheriff managed to say between laughs. "Well pastor, let's go finish the night for the last time." Charles nodded and followed him out the back door to the office. Behind the office was a makeshift shooting gallery. Bottles stood on top a wooden beam off in the distance. "Best shot keeps the Marlin?" The sheriff asked.

"Hey now!" Charles exclaimed. "That's my damn gun."

The sheriff shook his head. "You were issued that when you became my deputy. So, it's mine to keep or give." As these words left the sheriff's mouth, he quickly drew his Colt and fired off five shots that connected to five different bottles, shattering them.

Charles grimaced. "That's ok, I guess for an old man." With the he walked inside and returned moments later with the Marlin in his hands. The sheriff stood back as Charles ejected all but two of the .44 bullets that were loaded into the rifle. He smirked at the sheriff, then suddenly, turned his head and unloaded two shots into the distance. Charles then stood the gun up, butt down on the ground, turned towards the sheriff and motioned towards the bottles. The sheriff furrowed his brown in confusion as he walked down range followed behind by Charles.

Upon reaching the bottles the sheriff turned to Charles and shrugged. "The whiskey bottle on the ground." Charles said smugly.

The sheriff turned and picked up the intact bottle and scoffed. "It wain't even broke. You missed."

"Look through the top." Charles replied. Still confused, the sheriff flipped the bottle over and peered into the opening. His jaw dropped in shock as he saw a bullet hole through the bottom. The sheriff looked up at Charles then slowly turned and looked at the wooden beam the bottle had previously sat on and shook his head and laughed. Charles had shot the wood below the bottle causing it to fall, then shot a bullet through the opening and out the bottom.

"Damned show off." The sheriff said. "You know, the men you're gonna be going after will probably be faster shots." He paused and placed his hand on Charles' shoulder in concern. "Just don't be gettin' into no duels out in?" The sheriff trailed off.

"Armadillo." Charles replied. "Plenty of bounties out there. Gonna make enough to buy this little town out from under ya'"

"I hope so son." The sheriff replied patting Charles' shoulder. "Let's go finish that whiskey. You'll have a nice long ride to sober up tomorrow."

OBLIVION— a linear superhero roleplay

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Trouble in Korthos

Interested.

Dehumanized

@Alivefallinghe's headed and close to new york

Dehumanized

Abel

Abel continued his journey through the woods. It had been a fairly boring journey thus far. Suddenly the sight sound and smell of a small fire caught his attention. Slowly approaching, he saw a single older gentleman, armed with only a hunting rifle sitting in front a small fire. Able composed himself as he broke through the foliage to confront the man. "Hello friend." Abel said, hands extended out in a gesture of nonviolence. The man grabbed his rifle and quickly spun towards the direction Able emerged from the forest. "Easy there friend." Able cooed at the man, hands still outstretched in a nonviolent manner.

"I mean no harm to you." Able said in monotonous tone. "I saw your fire and would like to rest my weary bones." Able continued. The man shook nervously as he tried to discern Abel's motives. "Are, are you a bandit?" The man demanded, pushing his rifle forward towards Able. "Not at all friend." Able replied. "If you look, all I have is a shotgun on my back and a satchel on my back. I'm not equipped to be a bandit." Able continued to walk closer to the man. His revolver and knife hidden in his waistband.

The man lowered his rifle slightly. "Ok, but if you try anything, I'll kill you." The man said trying to sound intimidating. "Fair enough." Able said plopping himself down in front of the fire. For the next hour the two men exchanged pleasantries. The man began to relax around Able as they continued to talk. Suddenly, when the opportunity presented itself, Able took and sucker punched the man, knocking him unconscience.

Several hours later the man awoke, tied to a tree. He saw Able squatted over and stoking the fire. "What the fuck?" The man exclaimed. Able turned from the fire and walked to the man. "Morning sunshine." Able said laughing. "What do you want you sick fuck?" The man asked Able. "I've just got a quick question for you." Able said. He pulled his knife out of his lower back sheath and held it to the man's neck. "Want to know how I got these scars?" Able asked.

"Wha, what?" The man replied. Able took his knife and pulled it back from the man's throat. Able laughed loudly. "You should have seen your face." Able laughed. The man joined in on the laughter. Abel's eyes narrowed. "I didn't say you could laugh." as he jammed the knife into the man's throat. Able held the knife in the man's throat as he watched the life drain from the man.

Able cleaned and dressed the man. As he cut off pieces of meat from the man he began to cook it. It would help the meat last slightly longer than it otherwise would. About halfway from cooking the man Able heard a twig snap behind him. He turned to see a mutated mountain lion. It was the size of a bear, it's teeth long and jagged and clumps of hair missing from its coat. The mountain lion was in attack mode as Able put his hands out in a non aggressive gesture.

"Hey there bud." He said to the wild cat. "I've cooked as much as I can carry of this. So, you can have everything else. I'm just going to walk away and you can have it all." The wild cat went from an attack posture to a relaxed one. Able slowly slunk into the woods as the cat crept into the camp and devoured the remains of the man Able had not cooked. Once Able was sure the wild cat was not following him, he turned and began to continue to jog east.

Red Dead Reckoning

Charles Starrett

Name: Charles Starrett
He gave himself the nickname of Church, but no one calls him that. Despite him insisting otherwise.

Age: 23

Gender: M

Appearance:


Occupations: Former ranch hand turned deputy/bounty hunter

Assets: Single action blued with black wooden handle and a metal cross within the handle Colt .44 he calls Cain carried in a black crossdraw holster/belt

Cain

Blued Marlin lever action .44 rifle he calls David

David

Grey and black spotted Appaloosa horse (Duffy)

Duffy

Personality: Slightly cocky and ego driven. Goofy and sarcastic. Tries to act cold and heartless, but has slight compassion.

History: Growing up helping his family on their ranch was all Charles knew for many years. That was until a group of cattle rustlers attempted to rob the family ranch. Still being young, Charles was left at the ranch while his mother and father went out to confront the thieves. It did not end well as both of his parents were killed. Charles could only sit curled in the corner and cry and he heard the screams and cries from his parents. Only wanting the cattle and horses, the men left without any further incident.
A few days later the sheriff from the nearby town was following up on a report of another ranch being robbed, he came across Charles. The sheriff, taking pity on the poor boy, took him back to town and raised him as his own. When he came of age Charles became the town deputy and became a rather skilled sharpshooter. Recently, feeling the need to travel out on his own, Charles has started taking different bounties in order to save up to leave the town.
While the Sheriff would rather Charles stay and take over the job of Sheriff, he understands and supports Charles' need to find his own way.

Do you have a personal story arc prepared: Yes. He will eventually come across the gang that robbed his family.

Demons In Space! (Sci-Fi/Fantasy Crossover)

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