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Hello, Oakman over here, Role Playing since 2006. I can RP anything, from high fantasy, to advanced military, to sci-fi with all its glorious sub-genres.

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It seems we have a decent amount of interests, will shoot up the OOC and link it here in a few hours.
Interested.

Few questions;; What sort of level of vigilantes can we expect? Relatively amateurish, starting off?


The kind of vigilantes ('heroes' being a ridiculous name in this RP's Gotham) I am expecting to see in this RP are amateurs, beginners, or old ones coming back from retirement. So this is not necessarily another "Teen Heroes RP".

Perhaps the limitations on the characters will be these:

- No characters powered by supernatural or mystical sources.
- No characters that are experienced in the vigilante business, as for the retired ones they were never really too keen in their days.
- None of the characters had any interaction with Batman or any of his allies, will in the most direct sense anyway.

So really at the core of this RP, we are trying to play with characters that decided to take justice into their own hands, inspired by Batman and his death.

In an alternate universe unique to this RP, Batman was killed by Bane. Robin murdered by the joker, and the other Batman allies have fled Gotham in grief over the Dark knight's demise. It has been eight years since Batman was killed, and the Wayne enterprise collapsing into separate companies.

The city has been quiet ever since, no big colorful super villains, or crazy costumed lunatics. Just the regular daily shower of thugs terrorizing the streets at night, usual bank heists and the growing corruption of the police force. The population correlated the disappearance of true threats with the demise of Batman, and thus were cheerful the Dark Knight finally left Gotham alone. Vigilantes are currently unwelcome but greatly needed as an evil danger is brewing below Gotham, and rumors of the Joker and other villains returning are raising concerns in the streets.

You will be one of the new and hidden self-made vigilante that will soon join a team to vanquish the looming danger.

More details will be given once more people join, also any question or suggestion is quite welcomed and encouraged.
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No, it is chill man. I will get started on Hector's response post-haste. I am curious are you looking to join the other group or are we trekking it on our own?


Eventually we will have to join the group and deal with Pierre, but I suggest we take it slow and walk around or something (Nathan is trying to get off Yellowstone anyway). Also I can't wait to see the dynamic interaction that is going to develop between the two, keeping in mind Nathan is absurdly hot and Hector is a sort of a homosexual if my memory doesn't betray me.
Dropped a little post, sorry it is short but I literally wrote it while in my boxers. Man it is hot af in here!

@aladdin_sane
Nathan looked around and tried to find a way to get the rubble off Hector, who was pronouncing incoherent murmurs. There was a piece of wood that supported the general debris, Nathan pulled it off and the entire rubble rolled backwards and away from Hector. He could tell that the large mam had seriously hurt his arm, he helped him get up to a sitting position.

"Are you alright?" Nathan asked, Hector responded with something. Nathan then tried to figure how he would help brace the wounds.

"I know Pierre is secretly a worthless scum, but don't give him credit for any of this. If anything, he is probably just trying to capitalize on whatever this shit is. Me? I am just trying to make a sense of what is going on, what is going to happen next?" Nathan wasn't able to do anything about Hector's wounds, so he just kept talking. Figuring someone or something will walk by and lend a hand, or his Venora shit might kick in.

"I just lost a chunk of my fortune to the Chinese earlier, so I will dismiss any theory of Athene working with the Chinese. I would blame him for somehow being the reason I lost the deal, again let's not give him credit for shit he didn't do."

Nobody had passed by, the world was beginning to rot. In a figurative sense maybe, because ever since whatever happened had happened, things had been growing and not decaying. Nathan asked Hector about his intentions. What was he going to do.

"But let's find a way to get that arm fixed first."
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I can retcon the whole cutting off arm thing be a hallucination of Hector's.


That would be awesome. Might be a good shot to have a second group of interaction since everybody else is after the flare.
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but wait! Hector chopped his own arm off and bolted from the building in one of aladdin's posts! XD


Crap... that's right. I will edit it so it is some NPC instead.#blamelongnightsofnosleep

@aladdin_sane Hector's revenge is around the corner.
It had been hours since Nathan managed to get up and move away from the swamp. He thought it was a lake before whatever happened, happened. He had regained his ability to walk upright, he felt twigs growing inside his bones. There was something that was healing him from the inside, Venora's Vigilante.

Nathan's first thought was to find a way off Yellowstone, so he decided to walk back to the Roosevelt lodge and see if his ride was still there. He had to walk around the swamp, he didn't have any sort of idea as to the direction of the lodge. However an inner compass in his mind told him to head around the swamp, he unconsciously did so. The trees around were either in place or upside down, bodies constantly reminded him of the Green thunderclap that tore the skies earlier. There are too many bodies, he thought something was up. There were many bodies dressed in odd garments, even tourists didn't dress in such garments. They seemed like they were plucked from their countries and put on the trees. Put with extreme gore that is, between trees and rocks.

Nathan walked and looked around, there was an ephemeral feeling growing inside him as he touched a tree trunk or a shrub of berries. He could have sworn at times that the trees looked at him in hope, encourage him to get to the Roosevelt lodge and cause violence. He shook off the alien feelings and finally reached what looked like the lodge, it was completely devastated. He wanted to try and hurry towards the parking lot where his Limo would take him to the New World, but a cry nearby grabbed his senses.

Nathan walked to where Pierre's phony press conference was held before the earth shattered, there were bodies and some people looked like talking corpses. One corpse in particular grabbed Nathan's concern, it belonged to the behemoth associate of Mr.Athene.

Nathan approached carefully. He recognized the body as a living, barely holding and quite crushed Hector. "Are you alive?" Nathan tried to act cool, hiding away the twig that grew on his cheekbone.
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