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Cold Front: Tacitum (Completed)

Leo gave each face one last look as if to see if anyone had second thoughts. Sensing confidence in their votes, Leo felt equally confident in what he had to do next. He reached into his jacket and gripped the handle of his golden gun, pulling it out in dramatic fashion and pointing it directly at Rachel, lining the barrel up so that the bullet would go right between her eyebrows.

"Salva un posto per me." With that, he squeezed.

OBLIVION— a linear superhero roleplay

Color me interested. It feels like I could learn something from this type of Roleplay.

Red Dead Reckoning

@f0un Approved!

@Tsar Gatto Approved x2!

@Nyther Approved!

Red Dead Reckoning

Location: Armadillo || Mentions: NONE

"We'll need more than that." Draven rolled his eyes at her words as they rang out behind him. His long hair tickled his cheeks as they acted as a curtain to his face. The slow, rhythmic clip clop of the two horses sounded off like a clock in the night echoing upon the distant hills and dunes. Draven looked back to the girl, regarding the ten year old with a sort of suspicion, silently questioning her qualifications before doing so verbally.

"Why in the hell would we need more? That's you, me, two gunners, and a safe-" Draven cut his words short. The young girl's face, framed with long brown hair, took on a sudden expression that only meant one thing: trouble. Before even witnessing the problem for himself, Draven's hands shot toward his holsters as his head whipped back.

"Uh-uh, pilgrim," said one of several men on horseback. "Hands where I can see 'em." Draven's eyes slowly met the man's. He looked upon this stranger with hatred as he stared down the barrel of the fool's pistol. These idiots clearly did not know who they were up against. "I hate to interrupt a late night stroll between a father and his daughter, but if you aim to finish your stroll, it's gonna cost ya some coin, sir." Most of the bandits were dressed in bland leather with shirts so dust ridden that you couldn't really tell what color they started off being. The mouthpiece of the group seemed the cleanest, but only slightly, with a mustache that was waxed to a point on each side of it. Between speeches, the head honcho couldn't help but twitch it.

"Listen, fellas, I've got no coin to give. She and I are just passin' through." He didn't see her approach, but Draven suddenly realized the young girl and her horse were now right beside him. Her demeanor was uncomfortably calm as she starred ahead, her eyes shifting between each of the three other bandits while Draven focused his attention on the fourth.

"Then give us the horses and the metal." Head Honcho's tone was becoming more stern, his patience withering away. Draven looked over to the girl and she looked right back. There was a silent exchanged followed by a slight nod from them both. The duo looked to the gang ahead once more, but there was something different. There was fire behind the eyes of this couple. As soon as he saw it, the Honcho shouted, "Kill those-"

Four shots rang out in such rapid succession that it really only sounded like two. Soon after, four different bodies hit the ground with sickening thumps as the dead weight of the new corpses fell off of their horses. Draven and the young girl, their smoking guns still held in the air with each of their hands, looked at eachother one more time before holstering their weapons and beckoning their horses to move forward.

"Want me to grab their billfolds?" the girl asked as they approached the bodies.

"Those fucker's ain't got no billfolds," Draven said with disgust. "Look at 'em, Seven. Human trash. Let's go."

The lights and sounds of Armadillo were in the distance. A small bit of relief fell over Draven's face. He had built up quite the thirst along the journey. Once they crossed the railroad tracks and found themselves on the main town road, Draven nodded toward the saloon. "Go get us stocked up on provisions. Meet me back in there. I need a drink." Seven said nothing, but she would undoubtedly do as she was told. As the two hitched their horses, they parted ways.

Draven opened the swinging doors to the saloon and smiled, basking in the light above while his ears were filled with the sound of chatting, curses and someone at the piano slapping some keys down to a tune. Before taking another step in, he looked at each and every face he could. You never knew where you might meet an enemy. It was always best to take inventory of the people around you ahead of time.

Satisfied with his company, he made his way to the bar, slid some money toward the tender and pulled back a glass of whisky straight. There was only one table left in the bar that wasn't occupied. After a healthy sip of his poison, Draven sauntered over, sat down and made that table his own. Seven would be back soon. Once she got there, they'd have to decide which one of these folk could handle a bit of danger.

Welcome to Mega City [original universe w/superhumans...]

Man Bat

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Basic Information

Secret Identity

Zane Grey

Code Name

Gargoyle

Age

22

Personality

Loyal, Fearless, Flirty, Strategic, Sarcastic

Experience

3 Months

Occupation

Gravekeeper's Assistant

Abilities

Skills

• Fair Hand-to-hand combatant. While expert martial artists could probably beat him on technique, he tends to hold his own in most brawls.
• Advanced Memory. Not a superhuman trait, but Zane's ability to recall memories is considered impressive and has lead to bouts of depression when he find himself unable to forget a particularly traumatizing experience. It has also served him a great deal in his education as he find himself quick to learn just about anything and can recall that information with great detail.
• Has a particular knack for playing cards, Texas Hold 'Em being his game of choice.
• Very computer savvy. He is no hacker, but is well versed in modern technology.

Powers

• The Gargoyle: In Zane's every day life, he is as vulnerable as any other person around him. His strength and abilities are also comparable to people of his size and build. His superhuman abilities spring forth when he engages his other form, The Gargoyle, which he can do at will and for an indefinite amount of time, for reasons he is not quite sure of. All subsequent powers will be exclusive to his gargoyle form. As The Gargoyle, Zane has batlike wings, sharpened claws, vampiric looking fangs, small horns that protrude from his skull, a prehensile tail, and loss of color in his skin, giving him a grey tone overall. His eyes also emanate an emerald hue in this form.
• Durability: As if he were made out of stone, The Gargoyle is incredibly durable. While bullets bring pain, they are not an automatic death sentence. Shooting him is like shooting a grizzly bear. Send enough bullets and eventually he'll go down, but he's going to put up a fight. Fire does not particularly bother him in terms of physical pain.
• Regeneration: If Zane sustains a significant injury and then changes to The Gargoyle, the healing process of that injury will have advanced greatly due to the biological transformation. Injuries sustained as The Gargoyle will heal faster than a human, but only by half as long.
• Strength: The Gargoyle is extremely strong, able to flip over a vehicle with some extended effort. Able to lift a vehicle over his head with quite a bit more effort, capping his strength potential.
• Flight: The Gargoyle is able to utilize his wings to execute flight. His wings operate similarly to a birds, so his speed in the air is proportionately accurate to his size. His wings are strong enough that he can carry someone of equal size while in flight, but that would be it before it becomes too heavy to get airborne.
• Night Vision: The Gargoyle can see perfectly in the dark and has also gifted Zane with slight night vision.

Weaknesses

• Bright Lights:Since The Gargoyle came into his life, Zane's eyes were changed, becoming quite advanced in the dark and more vulnerable in the light. Because of this, Zane is nearly always wearing sunglasses. The Gargoyle will also become stunned for a moment if he has to suffer sudden brightness.
• Human Form When Zane is just Zane, he's as vulnerable to any human's weaknesses as the next person.
• Naivety: Zane does not know where his powers come from, nor does he understand how they work. While he can adeptly utilize them, he's barely tapped his full potential.
• Water: Zane has a phobia of water, even before The Gargoyle became a part of his life. Incidentally, The Gargoyle loses a lot of his combat proficiency when submerged, making him very vulnerable to attacks.

How did Arrowcaster find you?

Rumors of The Gargoyle hunting criminals at night have begun to circulate in the local criminal circles. Most of them don't believe, but they pass along the bizarre tales nonetheless. Once Arrowcaster heard the stories, he decided to investigate it for himself.

Lo and behold, when Arrowcaster followed criminals in Zane's town, he soon found The Gargoyle striking them down.

Biography

Character Bio

Zane has been a college student, nearing his graduation. While he went to school during the day, he became an assistant worker at a church cemetery at night, helping the groundskeeper maintain the property, set the tombstones and perform other labor intensive tasks.

One night, while on the job, he felt like he heard a voice coming from one of the mausoleums. There were no names on the structure, just decorative stone carvings and a lone gargoyle sitting at its roof's peak. Hesitantly, Zane went inside to check it out. As he entered, he saw what appeared to be a silhouette of something inhuman. Before he could react, the living shadow sprung forth and everything went black.

Zane woke up at the hospital, the groundskeeper having reported the incident. Once they gave him a clean bill of health and an explanation of dehydration that led to fainting, Zane went back to his apartment ready to dismiss the whole ordeal as just a silly tale to tell at parties. That's when the change first came upon him. Suddenly and violently, Zane transformed into The Gargoyle.

Over the past few months, he's been learning to control it and to use it for good. He's mastered triggering the switch and flying, but he is far from fluent in all of his abilities.

One Year Later

After a year's worth of experience and training, he'll eventually uncover the fact that he can manipulate stone, using this new ability in a variety of different ways such as a means for constructing weapons and armor.

R E B E L L I O N - A Superpower Roleplay (CLOSED)

Heroes Reborn: Prime Earth (Superhero/Urban Fantasy: OPEN)

@RedVIII would suggest playing whichever one you think will give you the chance to RP with more people!

@Blackstripe

@Blackstripe, you're right. That in mind, I'd love love a chance to play Sunny. He seems more adaptable. Should I consider that an approval?

Heroes Reborn: Prime Earth (Superhero/Urban Fantasy: OPEN)

@Alfhedil The idea was, with that character, to play it slow and grow with the game. I honestly hadn't decided how big to go with that. I'm aware we've got a Wonder Woman and a Superman archetype, so I was hoping he'd eventually at least be competitive on a raw strength front, in the rare cases that he can summon that much energy.

I wouldn't end up playing both characters but figured one or the other might fit better with the current scenarios. Marrok may meld a little better with the supernatural peeps like Nello and Tobias whereas Sunny would be more available to the others who are more traditional superheroes. I'm happy to play either, just wasn't sure which would aid the story more.

Thanks very much for your feedback. All that said, I'm certainly happy to modify anything that doesn't fall in line with the RP.

Cold Front: Tacitum (Completed)

Magnificent Bastards

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Red Dead Reckoning

Name
Draven Creed

Age
32

Gender
Male

Appearance
Long black hair, beard, grungy look to him. Usually wearing a black straight brimmed hat and duster.

Occupations (Former or otherwise)
Outlaw - A talented thief, pickpocket, manipulator and fraud. His guns costed a pretty penny, but his forked tongue is invaluable.
Hitman - He's been known to be a gun for hire, so long as the person he was taking down deserved the bullet.

Assets
Twin pistols, black, with wolves engraved into the pearl hilts.
Belt with ammo capacity and two holsters around the waist
Thor "God of Thunder" - A massive dark Shire horse.

Personality
Among those he considers friends, Draven can be very laid back and jovial. When in the presence of mixed company, however, his attitude takes on an intense seriousness. Though he has a conscience, it is often buried behind the mask he feels he needs to wear to protect his people and himself from a world looking to take them down.

He has a personality that is prone to addiction. He smokes tobacco (among other things), drinks, sleeps around, gambles, and loves a good bareknuckle fight.

History
Draven was the son of a whore and an outlaw named Daniel "Butcher" Creed. The latter was the right hand man to Brock McLane, infamous leader of The Black Coats, a loose knit organization of ex-military men who took to a life of stealing and hell raising. Brock was a very charismatic leader, but not the brightest of planners. In the end, he took several bullets to the chest and fell dead along with the rest of his men in a botched train robbery. The Butcher was the last to go down, taking nearly every Pinkerton at the scene down with him before be bled out.

Draven was raised by the widows and old timers that were left behind at the camp. Ol' Joe Harris, one of the oldest with the group and considered a sage of sorts, took Draven under his wing and taught him how to shoot, ride, hunt and strategize. The old man soon fell, himself, to natural causes. The Black Coats were no more and Draven decided it was time to break off on his own.

Since then, he wandered the lands looking for his place in the world. His mischievous and debaucherous upbringing never ceased to be a part of his life. If you ever came across him, you could bet he was there to piss someone off. All you could do was hope it wasn't you.

Theme Song:
Red Right Hand By Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

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Name
Seven

Age
10

Gender
Female

Appearance
Long, brunette hair, freckles just atop her cheeks, pale skin. Usually seen in denim and boots and hardly ever without dirt on her person.

Occupations (Former or otherwise)
Novice Outlaw - She is an apprentice of Draven and new to the darker side of the world.

Assets
1 small six shooter
Belt with holster
Sunny - A blonde Tennessee Walker

Personality
Usually quiet at first, Seven is very reserved but methodical. She is constantly analyzing situations, choosing her words well, planning her next actions and weighing the consequences. Her street knowledge is incredibly impressive considering how shallow her life experience is.

History
Seven's beginnings are shrouded in mystery. What is known is that where Draven is, Seven is not far behind. While she is more of a source of brain power rather than strength, Draven considers her an invaluable asset and has a father's love for her. Draven has taught her how to shoot, ride, and kill without regret. Though she seems small and insignificant, one who regards her ought to be reminded about the truth of little balls of power: Dynamite comes in small packages.

Theme Song
Gunpowder & Lead by Miranda Lambert