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1 yr ago
Current Ahsoka been out for weeks now where all the Star Wars rps at
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2 yrs ago
Desire for Star Wars or Stargate roleplay intensifies
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2 yrs ago
Just waiting for the Star Wars RPs to crop up with the fact Kenobi is now out.
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2 yrs ago
Just punch the children. Problem solved.
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3 yrs ago
I don't jusr want Star Wars. I want this: youtube.com/watch?v=YECbFw_…
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Bio



S E P

E V I L S C O T T I S H G U Y


So I have been on the Guild for a long, long, long, long, long, long, LONG time. I first joined the OldGuild around, my best guess would be 2012? I've been active in the Star Wars scene on the Guild since then, there have been very few games based around that genre that I haven't at least nosed my way in on. My very first game was a Star Wars game and that's what actually really got me into the Star Wars Franchise.

It's weird to think but I am such a major Star Wars nerd these days, yet before I was on the Guild I wasn't. I got into a Star Wars RP, got onto the Wikia, and then away I went into a spiral of nerd-om that I currently live within. I've grown since then, I game quite a bit, I write when I can. I have a wikia full of a lore to my own original creative universe and play around with some 'cool' comic book nerds.

Active Roleplays:
Ultimate One Universe: Emergence - by @Master Bruce and @Sep

Roleplays I miss:

One Universe: Unlimited - A Marvel/DC Comics Roleplay by @Master Bruce
Ultimate One Universe by @Master Bruce
No Turning Back by Me.
Star Wars: Galaxies at War by Me.
Absolute Comics by a load of people.

Most Recent Posts

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T P R O P O S A L
S . T . A . K . E .




"Just when you think the world's getting boring again...something new happens."
J A S P E R S I T W E L L S H I E L D I N T E R R O G A T O R N E W Y O R K
O R I G I N S:


The Sitwell's have generational history of service in the name of the United States of America; but you won't find them decorated in the annals of history, their names carved into memorial plaques, or even remembered at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier. In his day, Jasper's grandfather - Jason Sitwell - was instrumental in the suppression of the mutant pandemic, working under the banner of a clandestine branch of the U.S. Government known as the Supreme Headquarters, International Espionage and Law-Enforcement Division. In Jasper's time, the organization has evolved, and so has its name, the branch referred to now as the Strategic Hazard Intervention Espionage Logistics Directorate.

Either way, the Sitwell's have always, and likely will always, work for SHIELD, and their family's legacy is a colorful story of dubious service in the name of the greater good of the nation.

But you'll never hear about that.

Just like you won't hear about what Jasper's going to start working on next.

S A M P L E P O S T:

"Mornin' Sitwell."

Jasper lifted his sleep-heavy head and turned away from the droning buzz of the coffee machine to look at his colleague. The face was briefly familiar but he couldn't for the life of him place a name. How many people had he seen come through over the years? Between his father's and his own tenure, the numbers must have ranged in the thousands.

"Good morning, agent." He eventually replied, using a professional posture and brusque, authoritative tone to cover the fact that he had no idea who he was talking to. The coffee machine stopped buzzing and Jasper lifted the mug to his lips, taking a deep sniff of the steaming coffee before sipping gingerly. It burnt his tongue, but it tasted good, and held the promise of making him feel a bit more awake by the time he drained the cup.

"Much on your plate today?" The mystery agent asked as Jasper shuffled over and allowed him access to the coffee. Jasper sipped more from his mug, thinking on the stack of manila folders he'd walked away from yesterday, and was imminently about to walk into.

"The usual." He replied, to which the agent gave a solemn nod. ‘Sitwell’ was a familiar name to many in the organisation, and while Jasper’s official role was as one of their leading interrogation agents, in truth he was something of a general dog’s body; he had the breadth of knowledge to assist on nearly any assignment, and the network to navigate himself only to the ones he found interesting.

He’d been navigating himself less and less recently. SHIELD had become, for lack of a better word, boring.

“Well, have a good day.” Jasper said, after a lengthy pause between the two that had long become awkward. He retreated from the canteen back towards his office, wishing the front walls were made of something considerably more opaque than the partially-frosted glass that was currently in place. He’d already finished his coffee by the time he sat down, and wondered how many folders he’d peruse before boredom bid him to fetch a refill.

Not that many, as it would turn out.

P O S T C A T A L O G:

A list linking to your IC posts as they're created. This can be used for a reference guide to your character or to summarize completed interactions and stories.


No promises.


Oh look it made it
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Sure you were.


I was forced against my will to use that villain

Financial District // Central City
Issue #2: Sorry sir, banks closed.


Iris ran through the streets, dodging between the pedestrians and weaving between the various cars and trucks. Every time she stopped to get her bearings, there were confused looks on the faces of the people on the street. Phones were pulled out, and photos snapped in the brief moments she was there before she continued her journey. Within moments she had arrived at the First Bank of Central City, usually closed on a Sunday somebody had decided to re-open it early with some explosives. Iris tapped her cowl around her ear, then again, and a third time before she finally heard the beep-eep of the comm piece. "Ba- Uh. I'm here. Someone has blown their way in, I'm going to go take a look-"

Before he could respond she clambered up and through the hole in the wall. Armed with assault rifles one of the masked gunmen stood watching their entry, two more at the main door, a fourth appeared to be unpacking rucksacks from a main bag near the entrance to the vault—no doubt to load up their ill-gotten gains. Iris stopped in the middle of the room as her earpiece buzzed. "Be careful."

"Hey guys."

"What the-"

"What was that-"

"Hey look-"

"WHO ARE YOU-?"

It all kicked off at once. They had seen the flash of light and felt the rush of the air as she had ran into the room. Though until she had come to a stop they hadn't understood what was going on. She heard the sound of safeties being knocked off as they raised their guns in her direction. "I'm the... the... well. I don't have a name yet, I'm still workshopping it."

"Lady you got to be kidding me." One of them spoke up, she could hear another approaching her from behind.

"I'm giving you this one chance to put down your weapons and leave. Nobody has to get hurt."

She heard the laugh behind her, and pulled herself to the side out of arms reach of her attacker. Grabbing his outstretched arm as she did so. Using all the lessons she learnt in her self defense class she pulled him with her, using her momentum. While he moved in slow motion she saw his eyes suddenly go wide before he went tumbling across the room. Grunting and groaning as he went. In shock at what she had done she raised her hands to cover her mouth to stop the gasp escaping her lips.

One of the goons ran over to him, while another two opened fire. She stepped out of the path of the bullets, ducking down below the second volley. Reaching them she looked around the rifles, flicking the safeties on and pulling the currently loaded magazines out of the weapons, throwing them to the other side of the room, undoing the belt of one of the two goons she wrapped it around his arm and his compatriot. Tying them together.

"Okay, is that enough or are we not-"

Bang

She ducked down as the shot whizzed over her head. This wasn't as easy as she thought it was going to be, turns out bank robbers were a lot more determined than she had ever imagined. Skirting around the edge of the room, she ducked below the handgun, pushing herself up and catching him in the chin with her fist. A stabbing sense of pain travelled down her wrist, and she instantly knew it had been a bad punch.

She'd have to remind herself to take up martial arts classes again.

That was four dealt with, that left- nope that was it.

Iris smiled to herself as she rubbed her wrist. The two gunmen she had tied together were still trying to undo the knot that held them together. The one she had knocked to the floor first groaned as he rolled over, the sound of police sirens growing closer and closer.

"Lady. You're in for it now."

She laughed. "Am I? I just took you all down without even breaking a swear."

"You missed one." Iris looked around the room, arching an eyebrow, and he tilted his head up towards the vault as he collapsed back down onto his back with a groan.

Turning she ran in towards the vault, though immediately as she stepped in she felt herself lose traction as her feet slipped out from underneath her. "What the actual-" slamming onto her butt her momentum carried her spinning along the floor. Pulling her limbs in as tight as possible to try and prevent as much damage as possible she careered into the far wall slamming into it with more speed than one should probably hit a solid object at. She groaned as she rubbed the back of her head, as from behind the open door walked a man dressed in black. Several canisters on his back, a gun in each hand with a crown emblem on his chest.

Looking down she saw the trail of liquid that she had slipped in, and she was just glad her suit had yellow in it because it was likely stained. Touching some with her hand she raised it to her nose, the smell. Unmistakable, and incredibly unlikely.

"Well I mustard-mit. Our meeting came sooner than I expected, but I relish the opportunity for you to face the wrath-"


"-of the CONDIMENT KING!"


I hope you all enjoyed Post 1, cause I'm working on post 2. Since this is my last day off till next Tuesday, figured I'd get one done.
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I do it for the people. For the fans. For the culture.


Ah so for the same reason Powergirl has big boobs and her cleavage is always on show.

Could you not show us cleavage instead?
Yknow @Hillan for someone who kept demanding acceptance and an IC. Haven't been a whole lot of posts from you.
Iris did not have to do Barry like that lmao


Awh she's just oblivious

The Apartment of Barry Allen // Central City
Issue #1: Check out these new threads.


Iris grunted slightly as she shimmied her waist into the tight cotton-leather hybrid fabric that made the costume. Barry explained that it was a hybrid of the same synthetic fabrics that made up Olympic runner costumes, which had some form of kevlar infusion. It was science beyond her understanding, all she knew is it was going to be better than running around in her normal clothes.

"How's it coming in there-" She had known Barry was elsewhere in the makeshift lab he called his home, yet he had been quiet for so long she had honestly forgotten he was there. "I'm no tailor, but I went with the measurements you gave me..."

She managed to coax the fabric past her waste, now pulling it over her torso. "So you're saying if it doesn't fit, it's my fault?"

Iris could practically hear the gears in Barrys brain grinding and churning as he struggled to think of a response. "N...No? Anyway, I've been running tests and I think you-" He was cut off as Iris pulled back the privacy curtain, having finally finished struggling with the costume. Cowl down, her hair spread over her shoulders contrasting with the yellow. She had to give it to Barry, the suit was surprisingly comfortable.

"Barry?"

"Hm?"

"You think I'm-"

The colour drained from his face. "Pretty-" As the last syllable slipped out of his lips his brain caught up with his mouth and the colour drained from his face before it was replaced with a scarlet that was far brighter than that in her suit. "I mean I'm pretty sure, that I think-" He tugged at his collar and Iris had to suppress a laugh as he coughed. "I'm pretty sure that you're not a mutant."

He turned around and walked towards his computer, turning the screen around to face her. On the screen was, what she was told, a blood scan. "Journalism major, break it down for me Bar."

Barry sighed as he clicked a couple of keys, highlighting several elements. "You're missing the X-Gene. It's the gene that all mutants have-" He slapped a couple of more keys and half the screen was taking up of an old picture of a 'Charles Xavier'. "-Professor Charles Xavier, who has basically cornered the research on mutants since the discovery of the gene, theorises that all mutants carry the gene. Some are activated at birth, some through puberty and some through moments of extreme stress-"

"Such as being hit by a bolt of lightning-" Iris interjected, Barry nodded.

"I agree with you, all the circumstantial evidence points to you being a mutant and yet-" He pointed back at the screen. "We can't argue with the facts."

"So, back to square one then."

Barry nodded. "The scary square."

Iris couldn't help but smirk slightly at his dumb joke. "Soooo...?"

"So you leave it with me. I've anonymously contacted someone at STAR labs to see if they can help." They both turned to the window as there was a loud explosion, which was followed by a shockwave that rattled the windows. Smoke could be seen in the distance. "Well at least you're already dressed for the job, there's an earpiece embedded in the cowl. I'll find out what you can."

Iris smiled as she pulled the cowl up, goggles going over her eyes. She stretched up and planted a kiss on Barrys cheek. "Thanks, you're the best." She walked towards the door, turning before she left. "It's a shame you're not a better wingman, only thing you can't do is find me a boyfriend-" She had barely finished the thought before she had disappeared in a flash of light.

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