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Don't be afraid of controlling beastie to get him moving. I woulda done it myself, but I didn't want to assume.
”We will move to a safer location. Check this building every day,” the beast answers as his face melting into something of a blank stare as he lowers the arm holding the gun. The previous role of a is pushed aside, is taken over by something else, someone else.
”The likelihood of me reaching my objective was... slim. There was barely a chance for the plan to get even this far,” the beast tells the other. This had been a shot in the dark, a last chance. He still waited for the government, or a fellow beast jump into that door. Had expected it long before Leonel had stepped through the door.
His chances of succeeding were much higher than before. Hope is an unfamiliar feeling, but welcome none the less.
”I didn't expect you to arrive at all,” he admits, giving the other a sideways glance. It's curious that Leonel did, instead of waiting for the government to act. Perhaps he doesn't trust them. Perhaps he wants to avoid the government as much as the beast does.
They might have something in common.
The thought makes the beast frown as he stares at Leonel, dark brown eyes oddly intense before marching to the open doorway. He peeks outside and finds nothing, not even the retreating back of Christian Bouviet. The gun finds it's way back to the holster. He steps away from the door - one, two - and his hand shifts towards his wrist before falling limp again.
”I will take lead. Don't run away,” he warns Leonel again before he steps through the door, expecting the other to follow before he shuts the door behind him.
”The likelihood of me reaching my objective was... slim. There was barely a chance for the plan to get even this far,” the beast tells the other. This had been a shot in the dark, a last chance. He still waited for the government, or a fellow beast jump into that door. Had expected it long before Leonel had stepped through the door.
His chances of succeeding were much higher than before. Hope is an unfamiliar feeling, but welcome none the less.
”I didn't expect you to arrive at all,” he admits, giving the other a sideways glance. It's curious that Leonel did, instead of waiting for the government to act. Perhaps he doesn't trust them. Perhaps he wants to avoid the government as much as the beast does.
They might have something in common.
The thought makes the beast frown as he stares at Leonel, dark brown eyes oddly intense before marching to the open doorway. He peeks outside and finds nothing, not even the retreating back of Christian Bouviet. The gun finds it's way back to the holster. He steps away from the door - one, two - and his hand shifts towards his wrist before falling limp again.
”I will take lead. Don't run away,” he warns Leonel again before he steps through the door, expecting the other to follow before he shuts the door behind him.
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Just Like The Comics!(Super powered anti hero rp)-high casual
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10 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Interest Checks
This power-talk has me thinking, is it possible for our characters powers to improve as time goes on? Like, perhaps that sharpened wind thing of Princess' char isn't possible right now, but it could be done later thanks to training or other plot-reasons?
I actually like the Native American angle, but since the spirit thing doesn't fit in, maybe Patriarch could take a faith sort of approach? Like he believes in the spirit and maybe even hears it, but it's just his mind doing some awesome tricks up there. Of course one might consider the character a nutjob then, but I like the idea. Who doesn't want their character to be a bit of a nutjob, yes?
I actually like the Native American angle, but since the spirit thing doesn't fit in, maybe Patriarch could take a faith sort of approach? Like he believes in the spirit and maybe even hears it, but it's just his mind doing some awesome tricks up there. Of course one might consider the character a nutjob then, but I like the idea. Who doesn't want their character to be a bit of a nutjob, yes?
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Forum: 1x1 Interest Checks
Shape-shifter x Human might be interesting. Both MxM and MxF are fine by me, though MxM sounds the best to me at the moment.
Did you have a plot in mind, or a setting? Maybe you can PM me~
Did you have a plot in mind, or a setting? Maybe you can PM me~
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Kinda curious, are we allowed to make more than one character right in the beginning? 'Cause I think I got a mighty fine idea for a character last night, and he might fit this setting real well.
I think I'm interested, yes indeed. I might have an idea for a character, too.
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So I did this. Don't know if it's acceptable. Will re-read it after I wake up in the morning and fix anything you'll want me to fix.
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Name: Annalise Sköld
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Appearance: Annalise's on the shorter side, with a roll of fat covering her stomach and widening her hips. Most her clothes are ill-fitting things found from flea markets at the cheapest possible price.
Her face is round and freckled, which gives her a somewhat childish, innocent look to her. Her mouth - small compared to the size of her nose - is always twisted into a slight smile. Her eyes are heavy-lidded and surrounded by dark circles, making her appear tired even after a good nights sleep. Annalise grooms her brows to perfection, but her dark hair gets cut into a short bob every other month, and is often left uncared for.
Powers
Teleportation: Is able to teleport as far away as she wants so long she's has immediate visual contact with the area she's teleporting to. Sadly Annalise isn't able to teleport much more than herself like this. She's just glad she's able to use this power without losing her clothes in the process. Teleportation isn't a completely silent process, resulting in a faint snapping sound every time she appears in a new place.
Portal creation: Thankfully those she wishes to rescue and work with aren't left behind, either. As with teleportation, she needs visual contact to the places where she wants to open portals. She is limited to opening two portals at a time. Making portals much larger than herself requires concentration and time, and she has trouble keeping them stable while moving. The larger the portal is and the longer it is open, the more exhausted Annalise feels after the portal is closed.
Unlike teleportation, opening portals is a completely silent.
Bio: Annalise's mother - Swedish in origin - moved to the US when Anna turned 5 years old, and married a wealthy business-partner the next summer. The girls grades were average and she wasn't the smartest person in the world, but she had plenty of friends and generally considered herself to be happy. Lucky, even.
Then something just... changed. At the age of 16 she started feeling tired all the time and she didn't know why. The exhaustion turned into depression as time went on, and Annalise found herself locked into her room with little to no contact outside of her family. After three years of panic attacks and social withdrawal, she was sent to a psychologist. She felt left behind by the world, but desperately tried to catch up. She didn't go back to school. Instead, she got herself a job at a coffee-shop. There were times when the work got aggravating, degrading even, but it was much better than doing nothing.
Then she discovered her powers, and everything fell apart again. Her parents, who had been so supporting before, turned on her. Threw her out without much of a notice, and then refused to answer her calls. Annalise found herself in New York, living in the tiniest, cheapest apartment she could find, barely scraping by. She heard of the people using their powers to steal money, and she'd been so incredibly tempted. How easy would it be to use her powers for that?
A few days later she had sat down at a small bar after a long day of work before someone pulled out a gun and demanded for money. The thug had found himself dropping through the ground and to the floor again. Annalise had snuck out before the panic had settled and the police found their way inside. She'd felt pretty good after that, despite the fatigue. In fact, Annalise had felt better than she had in years. She'd felt the adrenaline push through her veins when the thugs had hit the ground. She'd felt like she had helped.
The extra 50 dollars she'd grabbed on her way out didn't exactly weigh on her heart either.
If anyone asked, stealing was more of a hobby to Annalise. Annalise did her best to give a somewhat Robin Hood-esque image of herself to the public. She took from the thieves, gave to the poor and kept some of it herself. She doesn't like to call herself a villain or a hero. She's just another random no-body trying to get by.
Personality: Annalise's constant smile stays on thanks to years of practice. There's a constant feeling of dread over her, like she's waiting for something(or someone) to pull the rug from under her. At times Anna's smile is honest and she enjoys the company of others, but there are days when she cuts off all contact with the outside world. She can come across as pessimistic, both towards herself and others. However, she is an idealist at heart, even if she wishes others would do all the difficult work for her. To her, planning things out comes naturally. Actually putting the plan in motion is much more difficult.
Other: She doesn't have much of an alias. People throw ”Little Thief” and ”Hooded Bitch” around, but none of it really has stuck yet.
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Name: Annalise Sköld
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Appearance: Annalise's on the shorter side, with a roll of fat covering her stomach and widening her hips. Most her clothes are ill-fitting things found from flea markets at the cheapest possible price.
Her face is round and freckled, which gives her a somewhat childish, innocent look to her. Her mouth - small compared to the size of her nose - is always twisted into a slight smile. Her eyes are heavy-lidded and surrounded by dark circles, making her appear tired even after a good nights sleep. Annalise grooms her brows to perfection, but her dark hair gets cut into a short bob every other month, and is often left uncared for.
Powers
Teleportation: Is able to teleport as far away as she wants so long she's has immediate visual contact with the area she's teleporting to. Sadly Annalise isn't able to teleport much more than herself like this. She's just glad she's able to use this power without losing her clothes in the process. Teleportation isn't a completely silent process, resulting in a faint snapping sound every time she appears in a new place.
Portal creation: Thankfully those she wishes to rescue and work with aren't left behind, either. As with teleportation, she needs visual contact to the places where she wants to open portals. She is limited to opening two portals at a time. Making portals much larger than herself requires concentration and time, and she has trouble keeping them stable while moving. The larger the portal is and the longer it is open, the more exhausted Annalise feels after the portal is closed.
Unlike teleportation, opening portals is a completely silent.
Bio: Annalise's mother - Swedish in origin - moved to the US when Anna turned 5 years old, and married a wealthy business-partner the next summer. The girls grades were average and she wasn't the smartest person in the world, but she had plenty of friends and generally considered herself to be happy. Lucky, even.
Then something just... changed. At the age of 16 she started feeling tired all the time and she didn't know why. The exhaustion turned into depression as time went on, and Annalise found herself locked into her room with little to no contact outside of her family. After three years of panic attacks and social withdrawal, she was sent to a psychologist. She felt left behind by the world, but desperately tried to catch up. She didn't go back to school. Instead, she got herself a job at a coffee-shop. There were times when the work got aggravating, degrading even, but it was much better than doing nothing.
Then she discovered her powers, and everything fell apart again. Her parents, who had been so supporting before, turned on her. Threw her out without much of a notice, and then refused to answer her calls. Annalise found herself in New York, living in the tiniest, cheapest apartment she could find, barely scraping by. She heard of the people using their powers to steal money, and she'd been so incredibly tempted. How easy would it be to use her powers for that?
A few days later she had sat down at a small bar after a long day of work before someone pulled out a gun and demanded for money. The thug had found himself dropping through the ground and to the floor again. Annalise had snuck out before the panic had settled and the police found their way inside. She'd felt pretty good after that, despite the fatigue. In fact, Annalise had felt better than she had in years. She'd felt the adrenaline push through her veins when the thugs had hit the ground. She'd felt like she had helped.
The extra 50 dollars she'd grabbed on her way out didn't exactly weigh on her heart either.
If anyone asked, stealing was more of a hobby to Annalise. Annalise did her best to give a somewhat Robin Hood-esque image of herself to the public. She took from the thieves, gave to the poor and kept some of it herself. She doesn't like to call herself a villain or a hero. She's just another random no-body trying to get by.
Personality: Annalise's constant smile stays on thanks to years of practice. There's a constant feeling of dread over her, like she's waiting for something(or someone) to pull the rug from under her. At times Anna's smile is honest and she enjoys the company of others, but there are days when she cuts off all contact with the outside world. She can come across as pessimistic, both towards herself and others. However, she is an idealist at heart, even if she wishes others would do all the difficult work for her. To her, planning things out comes naturally. Actually putting the plan in motion is much more difficult.
Other: She doesn't have much of an alias. People throw ”Little Thief” and ”Hooded Bitch” around, but none of it really has stuck yet.
Monster. The beast couldn't remember anything from the time before the program, but the word was familiar enough. An insult, often the last thing he'd heard from his targets if they had the time to say anything at all. He tried not to concentrate on the memories of that bitter, frightening word. He had something more important to concentrate on.
The son – Leonel, that was the name – had said yes. Seemed pretty confident that this was a good idea, even. There was no need to send a bullet through anyone's head.
”He'll be fine,” the beast dismissed the scientists worried words, strolling towards the man. The hand holding the gun lowered, changed targets. Settled on the side of Christian Bouviet's skull. The other reached for the knife strapped to his hip.
”So, Leonel, was it? Move away from the door. Go lean on the wall on your left, where I can see you. You're a smart guy, you know that running isn't an option,” the tall man spoke as the knife reaches the bindings holding Bouviet in place. A moment later, the man is free.
”Stand up. Start moving towards the door,” he commands. Bouviet does as told, with hesitant, steps. He doesn't want to leave his son alone.
”No need to worry about a time limit. I've got all the time in the world. But, if the government finds this building before you do, I'll kill your son. If Leonel gets sick of waiting and tries to run off, he will get a bullet right through his skull,” the beast throws look towards the son, half-expecting the boy to try it immediately. His mouth twists into an odd, vicious grin as the man steps through the door and shivers as the cold wind hits him.
”No need to close the door behind you. I'll take care of that.”
The son – Leonel, that was the name – had said yes. Seemed pretty confident that this was a good idea, even. There was no need to send a bullet through anyone's head.
”He'll be fine,” the beast dismissed the scientists worried words, strolling towards the man. The hand holding the gun lowered, changed targets. Settled on the side of Christian Bouviet's skull. The other reached for the knife strapped to his hip.
”So, Leonel, was it? Move away from the door. Go lean on the wall on your left, where I can see you. You're a smart guy, you know that running isn't an option,” the tall man spoke as the knife reaches the bindings holding Bouviet in place. A moment later, the man is free.
”Stand up. Start moving towards the door,” he commands. Bouviet does as told, with hesitant, steps. He doesn't want to leave his son alone.
”No need to worry about a time limit. I've got all the time in the world. But, if the government finds this building before you do, I'll kill your son. If Leonel gets sick of waiting and tries to run off, he will get a bullet right through his skull,” the beast throws look towards the son, half-expecting the boy to try it immediately. His mouth twists into an odd, vicious grin as the man steps through the door and shivers as the cold wind hits him.
”No need to close the door behind you. I'll take care of that.”
See, those already sound good! I'm gonna stick with the original Beaut and Beastie-man. Sounds good. If it's possible to edit stuffs.
If you feel like you want to take over the dad, go on ahead. He's kind of a blank slate beyond "nerdy but protective dad."
If you feel like you want to take over the dad, go on ahead. He's kind of a blank slate beyond "nerdy but protective dad."
”Hey, great! I knew you'd find your way out, eventually,” the beasts lips stretch into a crooked smile. His tone is bright, but the raised gun - aimed right between the boys green eyes - makes the greeting feel much less welcoming. The son has asked a valid question. Not the right one, but it's valid none the less.
”he right question would be, ”what are you planning on doing with me?” Me being you, in this case. Obviously. Because clearly I have nothing to worry about,” the beast continues to talk. For a moment, the smile turns into a wide grin as he looks at the boy carefully. He thinks he's right. Then again, there's a lot one could hide under that cloak. He probably shouldn't assume anything.
”No sudden moves, kid. Scientist guy, look at my face,” he tells Bouviet as the grin on his face disappears. The man does as he's told, though it's obvious that he doesn't want to look away from his son. Like staring at him would keep him safe.
”Will you remember it? Your sons life depends on it,” the beast raises his brows but doesn't move his eyes away from the kid. The boys name starts with L, if he remembers right. He hadn't felt the need to remember it. What matters is that the right face found his way into the right abandoned building. The beast is just glad he's gotten this far.
The hand holding the pistol stays steady. Bouviet nods multiple times, mouth pursed into a worried line.
”I was part of that beast program of yours. You're a scientist there. Christian Bouviet,” the beast nearly stumbles over the last name and takes his eyes away from the son for a moment. ”Your kid will stay with me, and you're going to find a name that fits this face, right? Age, place of birth, any kind of info you can find. And when you return them here, I'll let your son go. Unharmed. If not...”
He's not even through his spiel before the scientist starts shaking his head.
”You are not involving my son in this,” Bouviet hisses as the beast sniffs, lets his free hand brush under his nose. The cold is slowly getting to him.
”He's already involved,” the beast responds with a scowl as he studies at the Bouviet kid. ”Either you both die and I find someone else, or you trade places.”
”What do you think, kid? Which option sounds better?”
”he right question would be, ”what are you planning on doing with me?” Me being you, in this case. Obviously. Because clearly I have nothing to worry about,” the beast continues to talk. For a moment, the smile turns into a wide grin as he looks at the boy carefully. He thinks he's right. Then again, there's a lot one could hide under that cloak. He probably shouldn't assume anything.
”No sudden moves, kid. Scientist guy, look at my face,” he tells Bouviet as the grin on his face disappears. The man does as he's told, though it's obvious that he doesn't want to look away from his son. Like staring at him would keep him safe.
”Will you remember it? Your sons life depends on it,” the beast raises his brows but doesn't move his eyes away from the kid. The boys name starts with L, if he remembers right. He hadn't felt the need to remember it. What matters is that the right face found his way into the right abandoned building. The beast is just glad he's gotten this far.
The hand holding the pistol stays steady. Bouviet nods multiple times, mouth pursed into a worried line.
”I was part of that beast program of yours. You're a scientist there. Christian Bouviet,” the beast nearly stumbles over the last name and takes his eyes away from the son for a moment. ”Your kid will stay with me, and you're going to find a name that fits this face, right? Age, place of birth, any kind of info you can find. And when you return them here, I'll let your son go. Unharmed. If not...”
He's not even through his spiel before the scientist starts shaking his head.
”You are not involving my son in this,” Bouviet hisses as the beast sniffs, lets his free hand brush under his nose. The cold is slowly getting to him.
”He's already involved,” the beast responds with a scowl as he studies at the Bouviet kid. ”Either you both die and I find someone else, or you trade places.”
”What do you think, kid? Which option sounds better?”
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