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A Guild Adventure: An RP with Monster Girls! (ENDED)

@PaulHaynek

Aight, I'll definitely submit a character sheet in that new RP.

Thornwood Asylum For The Criminal Insane- A Villain Roleplay. (Closed Indefinitely)

"What do you mean by...strong?" Randolph interjected. "if you are looking for strength of character I believe it a difficult endeavor among criminals... Strength of will? I will indulge my pride and claim that I would be a fine specimen of that, I've endured experiences that would break the spirit of most. Are do you mean something so simple as strength of flesh? I admit I am lacking in that department somewhat, I neglect martial prowess in favor of strengthening my mind."

@Lurking Shadow

"We really talking about strength in a place like this?" She scoffed before shoving a spoon full of muck into her mouth.

@Perse

Her ears perked up when one of the inmates asked them if they were strong; she opened her mouth to say something but quickly closed it. She didn’t think she was very powerful. At best her powers could give someone a serious burn, or become incredibly sick. But she was not up there with people like Übermensch or Captain U.S.A. “I guess I’d say I’m capable in a fight.” Abby said shrugging her shoulders.

@Eviledd1984

"Furthermore, what kind of strength would that even refer to? The strength of one's punches, how much devastation can be brought into a given area, how much fear could be inflicted?"

Alfred dropped several icecubes into his glass of water and sipped from it. "Power cannot be measured through any one standard alone. And it is my opinion that brute strength is simply the least of all powers one can have. Ehem. Anyway. I may seem small and insignificant in appearance, but I had destroyed a whole council of sorcerers. One of the ten did escape, but the fool ran into a portal. Poor Frosty still feels unfinished about the whole affair."

@The Man Emperor

"Conversations of strength and weakness and who can fuck up who better is fucking useless. There will always be someone or a group of someones who can and will kick your ass. Save your breath so I don't have to smell it, along with every other jackass's unwashed armpits, genitals, rotting teeth, and shit-crusted ass cheeks. Even Death demons don't smell like rotting corpses. No offense, Randolph. 'Least you've a valid reason for it."

@IrishAngelQueen

Körbl Meier

"What's this?" Grinning, his teeth showed brightly as Körbl listened to the various replies. More than he expected even.

"And here I thought everyone had lost their spines. How quaint." Körbl blood boiled and heart pounded with renewed excitement, he had resigned to thinking there won't be anyone willing to step up after his four altercations with other prisoners. Yet there are still willing to say so.

It didn't really matter what power they had, physical, mental, magical, technological, supernatural, Körbl didn't give a single thought about it. So long one was ready to answer, it was more than enough for him.

Already from afar, movement and activity from the guards had already spread as they try to move an unruly prisoner into place. That brief distraction was all that Körbl needed as he grabbed the wooden spoon. "Then onto my second question."

"Who amongst us...is the strongest?" Körbl this time said loudly, body readied and willing to jump into action. It's been a long time since he had gotten into a proper fight.

Frankly, even a tussle against the guards seemed tempting at this rate. The pounding in his head was reaching a crescendo and lust for battle bottled over the past few month oozed outwards. Reaching a point where it was like an overflowed dam.

(If GM wants to have guards taze/restraint Körbl, this is the chance.)

Thornwood Asylum For The Criminal Insane- A Villain Roleplay. (Closed Indefinitely)

Körbl Meier

Time passed as Körbl kept to his stance, mind whirling as numerous scenarios played in his head. One that stuck out especially was the last battle before he was sent into this asylum.

Bricks fly past, his eyes barely keeping up as the air itself tear and bend. Sound following later.

Körbl felt his blood boil and rise, sweat poured as well despite the fact he stood still doing nothing. Temperature rose and it felt like a sauna in his cell. If the prison had deigned to equip him with a monitoring system, they'll note that Körbl entire body was supremely active. As if he's fighting for real.

This went on until finally, the guard's activity came and stopped at his cell. Letting out other prisoners first before allowing him to go last.

"Chow time, you know the drill." One of the guards addressed him through the coms first, four to five other heavily armed and armored guards stationed far away equipped with fast-acting tranq guns.

Körbl finally stood up, walked to the back of his cell, and raised his arms. The cuffs in full view and hands open.

Only then, did the door to his prison open with a snap. The lead guard gestured to him to get out of the room instead of them going in themselves.

They learned that from the first altercation.

So Körbl silently moved, the two chain balls tugging along his feet and screeching on the ground as it was dragged behind. His first step outside of the cell had him greeted by the much cleaner or sterile air. Eyes studied his surroundings, guard position, angle, anything he could get his mind on.

"Get going!"

A single moment was all he was allowed before being shouted as guns trained on him, prompting him to make the journey to the cafeteria.

Strong as he was, sustenance was still a necessity. At least he can drink from the tap water he was allowed but eventually, he had to eat something.

The journey to the cafeteria was uneventful but it was calming for Körbl since he could stretch his leg around. Already, he can hear the chatter, tinkling of spoons and metal tray against one another. A guard swiftly kept his distance from him the moment he approach the entrance, and finally, Körbl entered the area.

He could see some of the prisoners turned away from his gaze when he made his entrance. His presence was already announced by the jingling chains and ball. The guards turned their heads to his spot, a seat with little or prisoners that are physically weaker than him. Especially from the pale-looking prisoner with black veins all over his body, giving a glance at Körbl. The latter of whom returned it without any fear or hesitation, fingers twitching in eagerness as he too sized the prisoner up.

Tall, strong, trained too. But body and movement seem off? Körbl thought quietly before he was nearly shoved into his seat by the barrel of a tranq gun. Barely the moment he had planted his rear, a tray was dumped unceremoniously onto the table, splattering parts of the area with food before a wooden spoon was slid next to it.

He wasn't even allowed to get his own food.

Sighing at that, it was certainly a bit too much. He only murdered one prisoner with a metal spoon across him once and that somehow got him the VIP treatment. Feeling more gazes from the guards above overlooking them.

The foods at least decent. Körbl idly thought to himself in between bites.

“Two cannibals are eating a Clown. One says to the other, Does this taste funny to you?.”

"Nein, it taste of a bad joke." Körbl replied nonplussed, causing the guards assigned to him to shift but other than that, he continued to eat. The pun was good, so hopefully, his follow-up could be understood. At least, good enough for the low standards in here.

God, he missed the jokes told by the Brooklyn mafias.

With that, he shoved another slice of peach into his mouth. "By ah' way," he began as he chewed. "Who ahr yoo guys a'eeway?" His lips audibly smacked between each word. "I'uh Jack" He swallowed. "Jack Brennan. Entrepreneur. I'm a guy that knows how to get things," he lied. In Jack's mind, value was it's own protection. If Jack was good for something, maybe he wouldn't be given a hard time by the other inmates.

@Rekker

"Körbl Meier." Hearing someone else asking for introductions, Körbl answered back as he took a spoonful of food, shoved it into his mouth before retracting it to the point the spoon was clean. Eyeing it for a moment before setting it down, back straight, and nearly sending the assigned guard to Körbl panicking when he heard the one phrase that often has Körbl marked that prisoner down for a fight or brawl depending on the response.

"Are you strong?"

Thornwood Asylum For The Criminal Insane- A Villain Roleplay. (Closed Indefinitely)

Körbl Meier

9991

In a small tight prison, an odd spectacle can be seen for those unfamiliar with the asylum if they happened to look at a particular cell.

9992

One of the inmates was upside down, back and legs straight like a pole as two heavy ball and chain cuffed at the ankles dangled freely. Topping it off, he was putting all of his weight onto his two thumbs. A solid chunk of metallic cuffs bound both of his arms together. Yet this didn't stopped the inmates from slowly but surely, lowering himself until his head touched the floor.

9992

Körbl let out a slow, drawn-out breathe, muscle tense as he pushed himself upwards again. Sweat poured downwards in rivulets as he slowly ascended himself.

9993

Once again, he went down, repeating this cycle. Heedless of the stares and whispers of the guards outside of his cell.

There he is again.

Shouldn't we stop him?

He'll do it regardless, and if we go in, it'll make things worse. Let him, the eggheads says he can't get any stronger anyways.

But aren't those balls 200kg total?

Each. Just keep your eyes peeled and mouth shut.

Hearing that he won't get stronger galled him, yet that thought also drove him even further. Purposefully slowing himself even more, taking a whole minute this time for his head to touch the ground. As if like he was like a glacier, slowly inching and travelling downwards. Further straining himself.

9994

But it was necessary, he wanted the strength. He HAD to be stronger.

So once again, Körbl repeated his exercise, right until he finally finished at 10000. The moment he did, Körbl went into his most familiar stance. Legs bowed, low and deep, both arms together, curled around an imaginary sword no longer in his hand, and...stood still.

So still, that aside from his rising chest, he would've appeared to be a statue. Glaring and looking forwards at nothing.

Yet Körbl would easily see or notice the other inmates trying to get his attention. Giving a brief glance towards them but not moving his head at all.

Thornwood Asylum For The Criminal Insane- A Villain Roleplay.

Just wondering but when do we start?

A Guild Adventure: An RP with Monster Girls! (ENDED)

@PaulHaynek

By the way, where was the idea/plot going to go? All the plot points, stories and planned adventures if we proceed?

A Guild Adventure: An RP with Monster Girls! (ENDED)

@PaulHaynek

That's a shame but yea, thanks for really sticking around for so long (More so since the previous site died down.). I do like your GM style, so I look forward to your sequel or next work.

@13org@Stern Algorithm@AzureKnight@Rezod92

As to the rest, it was fun. It really was. I look forward to be able to RP with you one day or in other games.

Thornwood Asylum For The Criminal Insane- A Villain Roleplay. (Closed Indefinitely)

Körbl Meier

Name: Körbl Meier

Known Aliases: Messer, Blatt Meister, that fucking loony with a hardon for swords (Courtesy of the Brooklyn Police Commissioner).

Appearance: A man that's into his late twenties with blonde short hair with his hair line past the eyes, giving the impression his eyes are covered. Standing at 181 cm with a wiry but incredibly toned body. Clean-shaven before but sporting a short beard now due to his imprisonment. A normal-looking prisoner that would've fit in most heavy prison, if one ignore that his hands are forever cuffed together alongside a heavy chain ball to each of his ankles. A single one nearing 250 KG, totaling to 500 kg pieces of metal being dragged by him.

Psyche Profile: Remarkably well-behaved, straight-forward, and taciturn compared to the other rowdy prisoners but the warden knows better due to his background. Prisoners that are strong, or decent enough for Meier standards are often sought and challenged by him. Solely for the thrills or overcoming himself to be stronger. Five or four inmates that lacked the sense to refuse were demolished brutally, since then, not many dared to take upon his challenge and tried to stay away.

This is the most problematic aspect of Meier, even before his imprisonment, Meier continued this streak of violence all across Europe, then Asia, before finally being arrested in New York City. All of it followed the same pattern, fight after fight, ranging from gangsters, mafias, local enforcement, assassins, army, guerillas and even super-heroes.

A sole dedication, perhaps even insanity, to seek nothing but strength.

Background: Körbl Meier was born and raised in Germany, Dinkelsbühl, into a small family with him being the only son. An odd, perhaps fate or coincidence, was that Meier family line was blessed with a wisp of power from gods, or aliens, perhaps one or the other.

Regardless of its source, it granted Meier an increase of physical prowess and capabilities to recuperate from his wounds much faster. Nothing as fantastical as other villains or heroes that could outright regenerate a limb, Meier in comparison was still able to recover much faster compared to normal humans.

This was what allowed his father to be a teacher of historical sword fighting techniques. One that tried to stay true to its roots for practical combat, and had seen some limited uses amongst the army for a way to suppress and restrain others. Studying it from young by his watchful and earnest father, Meier took to it like fish to water. At a young age, he was close to rivaling his father.

Yet what was the point of the art dedicated to war without war?

This gnawed at Meier, eating him inside out until it all came to a point where Meier slew a gangster that held a gun, threatening to shoot him and a local shop owner in the middle of attempted larceny. Using nothing but a knife, Meier slice the gangster in half. It took barely any effort for him to end a life but the overwhelming sensation of victory, triumph, and enjoyment was...liberating.

Since then, Meier left his home behind to seek out nothing but ways to test himself with his sword and body. Each one feeding into his desire to hone himself to become stronger, faster, more skilled. To reach the pinnacle of swordsmanship and beyond. Europe, Asia, and then America, it all came to a point where he was bested by a far stronger hero that overpowered him and broke his swords as well.

Despite this defeat, Meier never stopped looking outside of the world. Hoping one day for another rematch. After all, he finally found the challenge he so wanted.

Why would he stop now?

Skills, Talents and Learning: His numerous brush with opponents with guns, blade, blunt weapons, rods, and rare high-tech weapon had given Meier a strong sense of survival instinct, reflexes and instinct. Capable of wielding the small humble messer, to the two handed ones. Epees, falchion, rapier, zweihanders. Even mundane weapons like the small box-cutter blade, butterfly and kitchen knife in Meier's hands turn into a deadly instrument. If not because of his villainous career, he would've been the undisputed sword champion for decades to come.

Power(s) and Capabilities: Demi-god or Terrestrial constitution: Meier body was much stronger than with no muscular loss and allowing him to push it beyond the limits. He had went from a regular human to being able to tussle with low-ranking super-heroes easily, combined with limited self-regeneration that always keeps his body to its peak. This elevated Meier speed and strength to the point anyone outside of superheroes often be beaten easily. Even mid-tier heroes had to be wary of Meier physical power before taking account of his sword capabilities.

Power Limits: Despite this seemingly unending growth, it's still a slow climb and further efforts to push past his limits had been slow. He had been at a plateau for years before his defeat, hence why he had to fight someone that was way beyond his power. Experts estimated that it would've taken twenty years or longer to push past his current body. Keeping him at a known level at least for now barring an intense fight that pushes Meier over the edge that his body improves itself.

Known Vulnerabilities: Tear/stun/flash grenade, sleeping gas, tranquilizers, poison, chemical or biological attack all work well on Meier as despite his strength and speed, he is still very vulnerable to attacks to the senses. Restraining him, while requiring many personnel sacrifices, electrocution and cables, works just as well.

Motives: To once again fight the hero that defeated him and stand at the pinnacle of swordsmanship. After wading through so much blood, bodies and bones, he had finally found the high peaks of superheroes and supervillains. That there are still bigger fishes that he can fry. There's no way he'll sit by and rot.

Perhaps he'll die in the process ignobly, chasing a fool's dream but for Miere, it was more than worth it to break free from this cage.

Level:

Recommended Containment Procedures:
- Do not allow any objects within subject that can be used as weapon.
- increase weight of cuffs and ball periodically before the body can adapt to it.
-Inmates of known strength, combat or myriad abilities are to never come in contact with subject. Last altercation with another inmate had occurred and ended within less than a second. Weaker subjects are allowed but still under heavy observation, guards with nets, fast acting tranquilizers, tasers should be close by.
- His cell are to be flooded with gas immediately should subject attempt escape
-There are no keys for subject cuffs, it's to be rivetted and locked in place by welding to restrain arm movement.

Notes: Subject is known to read plenty of books and likes to paint. Only known time where subject is extremely cooperative with the guards and warden to gain access to painting supplies. Everything is to be tallied and check at the end.

Thornwood Asylum For The Criminal Insane- A Villain Roleplay.

Körbl Meier

Name: Körbl Meier

Known Aliases: Messer, Blatt Meister, that fucking loony with a hardon for swords (Courtesy of the Brooklyn Police Commissioner).

Appearance: A man that's into his late twenties with blonde short hair with his hair line past the eyes, giving the impression his eyes are covered. Standing at 181 cm with a wiry but incredibly toned body. Clean-shaven before but sporting a short beard now due to his imprisonment. A normal-looking prisoner that would've fit in most heavy prison, if one ignore that his hands are forever cuffed together alongside a heavy chain ball to each of his ankles. A single one nearing 250 KG, totaling to 500 kg pieces of metal being dragged by him.

Psyche Profile: Remarkably well-behaved, straight-forward, and taciturn compared to the other rowdy prisoners but the warden knows better due to his background. Prisoners that are strong, or decent enough for Meier standards are often sought and challenged by him. Solely for the thrills or overcoming himself to be stronger. Five or four inmates that lacked the sense to refuse were demolished brutally, since then, not many dared to take upon his challenge and tried to stay away.

This is the most problematic aspect of Meier, even before his imprisonment, Meier continued this streak of violence all across Europe, then Asia, before finally being arrested in New York City. All of it followed the same pattern, fight after fight, ranging from gangsters, mafias, local enforcement, assassins, army, guerillas and even super-heroes.

A sole dedication, perhaps even insanity, to seek nothing but strength.

Background: Körbl Meier was born and raised in Germany, Dinkelsbühl, into a small family with him being the only son. An odd, perhaps fate or coincidence, was that Meier family line was blessed with a wisp of power from gods, or aliens, perhaps one or the other.

Regardless of its source, it granted Meier an increase of physical prowess and capabilities to recuperate from his wounds much faster. Nothing as fantastical as other villains or heroes that could outright regenerate a limb, Meier in comparison was still able to recover much faster compared to normal humans.

This was what allowed his father to be a teacher of historical sword fighting techniques. One that tried to stay true to its roots for practical combat, and had seen some limited uses amongst the army for a way to suppress and restrain others. Studying it from young by his watchful and earnest father, Meier took to it like fish to water. At a young age, he was close to rivaling his father.

Yet what was the point of the art dedicated to war without war?

This gnawed at Meier, eating him inside out until it all came to a point where Meier slew a gangster that held a gun, threatening to shoot him and a local shop owner in the middle of attempted larceny. Using nothing but a knife, Meier slice the gangster in half. It took barely any effort for him to end a life but the overwhelming sensation of victory, triumph, and enjoyment was...liberating.

Since then, Meier left his home behind to seek out nothing but ways to test himself with his sword and body. Each one feeding into his desire to hone himself to become stronger, faster, more skilled. To reach the pinnacle of swordsmanship and beyond. Europe, Asia, and then America, it all came to a point where he was bested by a far stronger hero that overpowered him and broke his swords as well.

Despite this defeat, Meier never stopped looking outside of the world. Hoping one day for another rematch. After all, he finally found the challenge he so wanted.

Why would he stop now?

Skills, Talents and Learning: His numerous brush with opponents with guns, blade, blunt weapons, rods, and rare high-tech weapon had given Meier a strong sense of survival instinct, reflexes and instinct. Capable of wielding the small humble messer, to the two handed ones. Epees, falchion, rapier, zweihanders. Even mundane weapons like the small box-cutter blade, butterfly and kitchen knife in Meier's hands turn into a deadly instrument. If not because of his villainous career, he would've been the undisputed sword champion for decades to come.

Power(s) and Capabilities: Demi-god or Terrestrial constitution: Meier body was much stronger than with no muscular loss and allowing him to push it beyond the limits. He had went from a regular human to being able to tussle with low-ranking super-heroes easily, combined with limited self-regeneration that always keeps his body to its peak. This elevated Meier speed and strength to the point anyone outside of superheroes often be beaten easily. Even mid-tier heroes had to be wary of Meier physical power before taking account of his sword capabilities.

Power Limits: Despite this seemingly unending growth, it's still a slow climb and further efforts to push past his limits had been slow. He had been at a plateau for years before his defeat, hence why he had to fight someone that was way beyond his power. Experts estimated that it would've taken twenty years or longer to push past his current body. Keeping him at a known level at least for now barring an intense fight that pushes Meier over the edge that his body improves itself.

Known Vulnerabilities: Tear/stun/flash grenade, sleeping gas, tranquilizers, poison, chemical or biological attack all work well on Meier as despite his strength and speed, he is still very vulnerable to attacks to the senses. Restraining him, while requiring many personnel sacrifices, electrocution and cables, works just as well.

Motives: To once again fight the hero that defeated him and stand at the pinnacle of swordsmanship. After wading through so much blood, bodies and bones, he had finally found the high peaks of superheroes and supervillains. That there are still bigger fishes that he can fry. There's no way he'll sit by and rot.

Perhaps he'll die in the process ignobly, chasing a fool's dream but for Miere, it was more than worth it to break free from this cage.

Level:

Recommended Containment Procedures:
- Do not allow any objects within subject that can be used as weapon.
- increase weight of cuffs and ball periodically before the body can adapt to it.
-Inmates of known strength, combat or myriad abilities are to never come in contact with subject. Last altercation with another inmate had occurred and ended within less than a second. Weaker subjects are allowed but still under heavy observation, guards with nets, fast acting tranquilizers, tasers should be close by.
- His cell are to be flooded with gas immediately should subject attempt escape
-There are no keys for subject cuffs, it's to be rivetted and locked in place by welding to restrain arm movement.

Notes: Subject is known to read plenty of books and likes to paint. Only known time where subject is extremely cooperative with the guards and warden to gain access to painting supplies. Everything is to be tallied and check at the end.

I'm aiming more for the typical strength, martial-arts seeker villains.

A Guild Adventure: An RP with Monster Girls! (ENDED)

By the way, I posted a while ago. Just to remind everyone.