For Francis Gray, this evening began like any other for him. He left his late afternoon modernist sculpting class, picking up a cup of iced coffee from the cafeteria as he headed towards his dorm. Ignoring his roommate's complaining about the evergrowing pile of filth in their dorm, he finished his coffee and contributed yet another piece to the collection of trash. He laid down his bag onto his bunk, as well as his jacket, and left the room just as quickly and abruptly as he entered it. The very few people who actually notice Francis may see him as somebody who is always in a rush, yet with nothing to do; a peculiar quirk of his that is one of the many reasons people choose to ignore him, as well as one of the things that he does on purpose for this particular reason. Today was nothing quite out of the ordinary for anyone in the university dormitory.
He decided to begin his nightly crusade just like any other night; by washing his face before moving up to the rooftop. He needed to be fresh for the night ahead. Luckily he had managed to catch some sleep during the morning lecture, otherwise he would be feeling completely groggy. For good measure though, he procured a caffeine pill from his pocket, and downed it with a handful of tap water.
After this routine, Francis moved to a less frequented corner of the dorm where the fire escape was. He knew that the alarm that would normally be set off by the door would not go off, since he was the one who deactivated it himself. Climbing up the stairs, Francis immediately began to walk with more purpose than he does anywhere else. His slouch was gone, and his gait became more and more determined. This was his routine every evening, a certain metamorphosis he undergoes at sundown, like some sort of heroic werewolf. And as part of his routine, he moved towards a crate that he kept in a part of the rooftop that he covered in tarp, just to avoid satellite imagery of himself changing into his true persona: The Friend!
He unlocked the crate, as he usually does in the evenings, and opened it. He immediately noticed something was different. As a reaction, Francis began to flinch, in preparation for jumping out of the way of a bomb blast or something of the sort. It didn't happen. The thing he noticed was instead a green piece of paper with an address on it and something that caught Francis's eye like a master angler catches prized cod. It was the symbol of his hero, The Green Skull himself!
Francis would've given away his position if he wasn't careful. He was so excited he wanted to scream, but he had more self restraint than that. He picked up the message, read over the address several times to keep it to memory, then stuffed it into the compartment of the crate where he kept notes on gang activity and other goings-on around the city. Normally on a night like this, The Friend would have to go out looking for something to do. This time, this something came to him. He became all giddy with the thought of finally meeting the one who inspired him to take on his persona, and a routine activity like putting on his yellow tracksuit became much more difficult than it should. Eventually, he managed to put it on, as well as equip his holster containing a handgun, and his other holsters containing half-empty canisters of yellow and black spray paint. He double-checked that the clip on his back for his spear was working properly, and the compartment in the end of his spear shaft contained some smoke pellets and a small can of mace. He made sure his gun was loaded (despite not knowing how to use it properly), and that his shoelaces were tied properly. As he put on his yellow happy-faced mask, Francis Gray became The Friend, and he closed and locked the crate. He waited for a while until the sun fully set before ziplining off the roof of his dorm into a dark corner of the campus park as he had done many nights before. He began to move towards the address that he had committed to memory, taking only alleyways and rooftops, avoiding the attention of any gangs that might want to follow him. This night, he was not looking for the attention of criminals. He was looking for the attention of heroes. He would eventually reach the abandoned window factory, never once questioning how the Green Skull knew to leave a message in The Friend's secret crate, as he accepted that true vigilantes work in mysterious ways.
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Oh man, this is going to be fun!
Woohoo!
I am really interested in seeing how Hannibal plays out, holy shit.
I'd assume so.
Edited my sheet very slightly. Just specified in the Powers section that he can only shapeshift into one-armed versions of the things he shapeshifts into.
Glad to be here c:
I've already submitted a couple of character sheets in the Casual RP section. So far, the community seems really nice and friendly, and I hope to become an active part of it.
I've already submitted a couple of character sheets in the Casual RP section. So far, the community seems really nice and friendly, and I hope to become an active part of it.
Don't worry, even though I'm new to this forum, I'm an experienced RPer and I know not to godmod and be OP. I will try my best to play Genie well!
Real Name: Francis Gray
Alias: The Friend
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Place of Birth: Champion City
Occupation: Modern Arts Student in Local University
Costume: His costume is a complete 360 from his everyday glum appearance, however. First of all, his mask is a simple yellow smiley face. You know the one. It has a back part covering his hair, and is also in yellow. Additionally, he wears a yellow tracksuit, not unlike Bruce Lee, but on the front of the tracksuit top is yet another smiley face, as if the one covering his face is not enough. His gloves are actually just SWAT gloves spray-painted yellow, while his boots are thick black construction boots, perfect for rib-cracking, ass-kicking action! He has a pistol holstered on his left side for emergencies only, holsters for two cans of spray paint on his right, and a clip on his back that he can attach his spear to whenever he doesn't need it.
Skills: Really agile, and as such is quite good at parkour, and dodging attacks. He can use his spear quite well, but is no stranger to improvised weapon fighting either, and is able to utilise his environment effectively. He can also pick locks if need be, but prefers to kick doors down when he can.
Equipment/Resources: The Friend uses a glossy black metal spear as his weapon of choice, which has secret compartments in the end to hold smoke pellets and tiny canisters of mace. He also carries two cans of spray paint (Yellow and Black) to paint his calling card all over the city, just so the bad guys know who to fear.
Weaknesses: Really terrible with a gun. Like REALLY terrible. It should be stressed that the gun holstered to his side is to be used for emergencies ONLY, and even then, he'd much rather have someone else use the gun than him. In addition, while he may have been bullied a lot when he was younger, he can't really take much of a beating due to his small frame.
Base of Operation: The rooftop of his dormitory, since people hardly go up there. He keeps an inconspicuous crate up there in which his equipment is kept.
Biography: Francis was born in the suburbs of Champion City, to a loving family, in a lovely home in a lovely neighborhood, and all was well. Of course, that is not really the case, because why would that make an interesting backstory for a vigilante? His path to vigilantism began when his parents divorced when he was 12 years old. His mother won custody of him, but she had to move into the city, since his dad was indeed the breadwinner in the family, and as such, was the one who could afford to live in a lovely neighborhood. Francis's life from then on was a struggle, as his mom resorted to heavy drinking, trying to cope with the stress of living in the city, working for minimum wage in order to support herself, her impending drinking problem, and of course, her son who she now had to take care of. Francis himself ended up in an inner city middle school and eventually high school, where he had to learn to defend himself against the cesspool where future gang members were raised in an inadequate educational setting. It was at the age of fifteen when Francis decided that he would dedicate his life to making Champion City into something other than a shithole, something reminiscent of the lovely suburbs where he was raised. He decided he would rid the city of scum like goddamn Steven Trimble stop shoving my face into the dirt my face isnt supposed to go there you fucking asshole.
He began to create an introverted secret identity, which was quite easy as he never really made friends in school anyway, and put up barriers around himself so that people would begin to ignore him. Most people would stop trying right there, but for Francis, this was the beginning. He spent all of his free time training himself on the rooftop of his apartment building, and he knew his mother wouldn't care because by then, booze became her life; yet another reason for Francis to hate the scum of the city. At the age of 18, he enrolled in University to "study" modern arts, when he was really just there because the assignments were just as simple as "Find a bunch of crap, call it art, and submit it." ((Apologies to any modern arts students out there)). He moved out of the house to make it easier on his mom since she wouldn't need to work to support him anymore, and thus, Francis accepted the burden of STUDENT DEBT (Although he would be able to pay it back with money stolen from criminals).
Modern Art School actually became quite useful to him as one of his first assignments happened to involve metalwork. He fashioned a spear for himself, submitted it, and that very evening decided that he would begin his crusade, by stealing his own spear from the university's art room. Stealing is not a great start to a life of fighting crime, but I digress.
His first few outings as a vigilante were quite confusing to him, as he believed he looked exactly like the criminals he was fighting, since he wore a hoodie with a bandana over his mouth. He began to feel like he was no different to the scum of the city, and was almost ready to give up, until he heard about the Green Skull, who gave him hope, and an idea as to how he could make himself not look like a dirtbag criminal. He purchased a blank metal mask on the internet (With eyeholes, obviously), and he painted it with a smiley face, just to make sure people would NEVER guess that glum, brooding, Francis Gray was actually The Friend. This was also a persona that expressed his true desire, friendship, and how he must sacrifice such a burden for the sake of the city. Hopefully The Friend would meet other like-minded individuals, and Francis Gray would finally be able to have friends and a life in a newly reformed Champion City, free of crime.
Alias: The Friend
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Place of Birth: Champion City
Occupation: Modern Arts Student in Local University
Costume: His costume is a complete 360 from his everyday glum appearance, however. First of all, his mask is a simple yellow smiley face. You know the one. It has a back part covering his hair, and is also in yellow. Additionally, he wears a yellow tracksuit, not unlike Bruce Lee, but on the front of the tracksuit top is yet another smiley face, as if the one covering his face is not enough. His gloves are actually just SWAT gloves spray-painted yellow, while his boots are thick black construction boots, perfect for rib-cracking, ass-kicking action! He has a pistol holstered on his left side for emergencies only, holsters for two cans of spray paint on his right, and a clip on his back that he can attach his spear to whenever he doesn't need it.
Skills: Really agile, and as such is quite good at parkour, and dodging attacks. He can use his spear quite well, but is no stranger to improvised weapon fighting either, and is able to utilise his environment effectively. He can also pick locks if need be, but prefers to kick doors down when he can.
Equipment/Resources: The Friend uses a glossy black metal spear as his weapon of choice, which has secret compartments in the end to hold smoke pellets and tiny canisters of mace. He also carries two cans of spray paint (Yellow and Black) to paint his calling card all over the city, just so the bad guys know who to fear.
Weaknesses: Really terrible with a gun. Like REALLY terrible. It should be stressed that the gun holstered to his side is to be used for emergencies ONLY, and even then, he'd much rather have someone else use the gun than him. In addition, while he may have been bullied a lot when he was younger, he can't really take much of a beating due to his small frame.
Base of Operation: The rooftop of his dormitory, since people hardly go up there. He keeps an inconspicuous crate up there in which his equipment is kept.
Biography: Francis was born in the suburbs of Champion City, to a loving family, in a lovely home in a lovely neighborhood, and all was well. Of course, that is not really the case, because why would that make an interesting backstory for a vigilante? His path to vigilantism began when his parents divorced when he was 12 years old. His mother won custody of him, but she had to move into the city, since his dad was indeed the breadwinner in the family, and as such, was the one who could afford to live in a lovely neighborhood. Francis's life from then on was a struggle, as his mom resorted to heavy drinking, trying to cope with the stress of living in the city, working for minimum wage in order to support herself, her impending drinking problem, and of course, her son who she now had to take care of. Francis himself ended up in an inner city middle school and eventually high school, where he had to learn to defend himself against the cesspool where future gang members were raised in an inadequate educational setting. It was at the age of fifteen when Francis decided that he would dedicate his life to making Champion City into something other than a shithole, something reminiscent of the lovely suburbs where he was raised. He decided he would rid the city of scum like goddamn Steven Trimble stop shoving my face into the dirt my face isnt supposed to go there you fucking asshole.
He began to create an introverted secret identity, which was quite easy as he never really made friends in school anyway, and put up barriers around himself so that people would begin to ignore him. Most people would stop trying right there, but for Francis, this was the beginning. He spent all of his free time training himself on the rooftop of his apartment building, and he knew his mother wouldn't care because by then, booze became her life; yet another reason for Francis to hate the scum of the city. At the age of 18, he enrolled in University to "study" modern arts, when he was really just there because the assignments were just as simple as "Find a bunch of crap, call it art, and submit it." ((Apologies to any modern arts students out there)). He moved out of the house to make it easier on his mom since she wouldn't need to work to support him anymore, and thus, Francis accepted the burden of STUDENT DEBT (Although he would be able to pay it back with money stolen from criminals).
Modern Art School actually became quite useful to him as one of his first assignments happened to involve metalwork. He fashioned a spear for himself, submitted it, and that very evening decided that he would begin his crusade, by stealing his own spear from the university's art room. Stealing is not a great start to a life of fighting crime, but I digress.
His first few outings as a vigilante were quite confusing to him, as he believed he looked exactly like the criminals he was fighting, since he wore a hoodie with a bandana over his mouth. He began to feel like he was no different to the scum of the city, and was almost ready to give up, until he heard about the Green Skull, who gave him hope, and an idea as to how he could make himself not look like a dirtbag criminal. He purchased a blank metal mask on the internet (With eyeholes, obviously), and he painted it with a smiley face, just to make sure people would NEVER guess that glum, brooding, Francis Gray was actually The Friend. This was also a persona that expressed his true desire, friendship, and how he must sacrifice such a burden for the sake of the city. Hopefully The Friend would meet other like-minded individuals, and Francis Gray would finally be able to have friends and a life in a newly reformed Champion City, free of crime.
Name: Ja'en "Genie" Yaraqoub
Age: 47
Birthplace: A slum, somewhere deep in the Arabian Empire
Based on: Aladdin's Genie
Picture:
Powers: Through some strange Arabian mystic power, he has the ability to see far into the future, but too far for the information retained to be relevant, and so the information retained is only that of future pop culture. Additionally, he can shapeshift, but only into one-armed versions of people, animals, and objects that he sees in his visions of the far future, which may be useful, but most of the time, he does for comedic purposes.
Equipment: As far as weaponry goes, he has a massive steam grappling hook where his right arm is supposed to be since his arm was already missing and there was no way for him to shapeshift his arm back into place. Might as well make his stump useful for the team.
Skills: In addition to his powers of shapeshifting, Genie has learned to become proficient with his massive grappling hook-arm, not only for fighting but for climbing, and is surprisingly agile and energetic for his age and weight.
Bio: Born in the lowest of slums to a beggar-woman somewhere in Arabia, Ja'en never knew his father, and only knew his mother until she was taken away from him by the emperor's soldiers when he was only 7 years old. Despite being born with one arm, it was since then he had learned how to evade the authorities and survive out in the deepest recesses of the city. He stole to survive, sometimes food, sometimes valuables to sell for food, until one day when he was 11, he stole a whole sack of shiny looking objects. Having his one good hand occupied by the weight of the sack, he was left vulnerable to being mugged by thugs, and they stole the sack, but accidentally dropped a dusty old lamp that was within the collection. Since there was nothing left, he decided that he might as well take the lamp, and as he rubbed it to remove the dust, it began to glow blue, and a mystical energy flowed out of the lamp and into him. It was then that he passed out. He woke up in a prison cell, where he realised that the person he stole the valuables from must have informed the authorities and they captured him while he was unconscious. Having nothing better to do, he decided to give up, and began living out his sentence. That is until the visions occurred. He began seeing the future, and started blabbing on to his fellow inmates about things like "Breaking Bad" and "The Avengers". Of course, he became outcast since they thought he was stark raving mad. A year into his sentence, Ja'en discovered that he could actually transform into what he saw in his visions, albeit one-armed versions of them. As such, he was able to disguise himself into a one-armed pigeon and escape the hellhole, despite being unable to fly due to having only one wing and all. Since then, he had been stowing away on ships and taking up the Moniker of "Genie", based on a cartoon character in the future that he believed he had much in common with.
Extra: Because of his constant exposure to future pop culture, the accent that he has been most exposed to has kind of stuck on him. (American)
I hope this is alright!
Age: 47
Birthplace: A slum, somewhere deep in the Arabian Empire
Based on: Aladdin's Genie
Picture:
Powers: Through some strange Arabian mystic power, he has the ability to see far into the future, but too far for the information retained to be relevant, and so the information retained is only that of future pop culture. Additionally, he can shapeshift, but only into one-armed versions of people, animals, and objects that he sees in his visions of the far future, which may be useful, but most of the time, he does for comedic purposes.
Equipment: As far as weaponry goes, he has a massive steam grappling hook where his right arm is supposed to be since his arm was already missing and there was no way for him to shapeshift his arm back into place. Might as well make his stump useful for the team.
Skills: In addition to his powers of shapeshifting, Genie has learned to become proficient with his massive grappling hook-arm, not only for fighting but for climbing, and is surprisingly agile and energetic for his age and weight.
Bio: Born in the lowest of slums to a beggar-woman somewhere in Arabia, Ja'en never knew his father, and only knew his mother until she was taken away from him by the emperor's soldiers when he was only 7 years old. Despite being born with one arm, it was since then he had learned how to evade the authorities and survive out in the deepest recesses of the city. He stole to survive, sometimes food, sometimes valuables to sell for food, until one day when he was 11, he stole a whole sack of shiny looking objects. Having his one good hand occupied by the weight of the sack, he was left vulnerable to being mugged by thugs, and they stole the sack, but accidentally dropped a dusty old lamp that was within the collection. Since there was nothing left, he decided that he might as well take the lamp, and as he rubbed it to remove the dust, it began to glow blue, and a mystical energy flowed out of the lamp and into him. It was then that he passed out. He woke up in a prison cell, where he realised that the person he stole the valuables from must have informed the authorities and they captured him while he was unconscious. Having nothing better to do, he decided to give up, and began living out his sentence. That is until the visions occurred. He began seeing the future, and started blabbing on to his fellow inmates about things like "Breaking Bad" and "The Avengers". Of course, he became outcast since they thought he was stark raving mad. A year into his sentence, Ja'en discovered that he could actually transform into what he saw in his visions, albeit one-armed versions of them. As such, he was able to disguise himself into a one-armed pigeon and escape the hellhole, despite being unable to fly due to having only one wing and all. Since then, he had been stowing away on ships and taking up the Moniker of "Genie", based on a cartoon character in the future that he believed he had much in common with.
Extra: Because of his constant exposure to future pop culture, the accent that he has been most exposed to has kind of stuck on him. (American)
I hope this is alright!
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