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I'm here to kick ass and chew bubblegum. And I'm all out of ass.
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If they added downvotes to posts I would methodically go through and downvote every single post you've ever made.
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My source is I made it the fuck up.
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Bio
An absolute clown with a fixation on a faceless man who punches criminals. Guaranteed to flake out of RPs at least 99% of the time.
... Guess I should fill this out with something about myself.
I'm Chris, an aspiring musician in his early 20s. I used to roleplay a lot but fell out of the habit and now I'm trying to get back into it. I'm a sucker for comic book roleplays where I typically play my favorite superhero The Question, but I'm down for pretty much anything usually. My favorite genre is sci-fi but I fuck with fantasy, horror, slice of life... Like I said, pretty much anything.
Feel free to hit me up if you want to talk or something. I'm more active on Discord where I'm known as captainunicycle.
Mostly I was waiting to see if anyone else was going to do anything with the event but I imagine that's a no by now so I guess I'll just wrap it up solo
... I hopped in on it. Probably should've tagged you to make it clear I guess.
The first thing that struck Antonius when he woke up was the smell, a kind of staleness in the air mixing with sweat and a hint of blood. He picked himself up off the ground slowly, a string of saliva dangling from his mouth only to be wiped away by his sleeve a moment later. Sitting up now and leaning against the wall, he took in his surroundings and the people in the cell with him. A mountain of a Khajiit, two Argonians, a Bosmer, a Dunmer, a few Nords and Bretons and Orcs - quite a lot of people crammed into one tiny cell. He tried his best to get his bearings again, reaching up to rub the welt on his forehead only to wince and hiss in pain at the touch.
Antonius was only awake for a minute or two when an entourage arrived at the cell, a group of Blades escorting... Oh Talos, that's the Emperor. He had to be dreaming. But the headache reminded him that no, this was not a dream, and he began to feel like he was in way over his head. One of the Blades told them that they were pardoned for their crimes, Antonius wondering for a moment just exactly what crime he had committed considering he got knocked out as soon as the fight began, and that they were free to head up the stairs or follow them through the tunnel that had been opened within their cell. Either way, they'd be facing opposition.
Quickly, people began to pile through the tunnel, the Blades leading the Emperor up front and followed close behind by the rest of this ragtag group of lowlifes. The group traveled through the tunnel which gave way to a cistern with different tunnels stretching below the Imperial City. The Captain of the Blades went to speak to the giant Khajiit and Antonius couldn't quite pick up the details of their conversation. What he did pick up as the rest followed in behind them was that their belongings had arrived, and he quickly made his way over to secure his sword and bow. He fastened the quiver to his hip and stored the bow and sword on his back, giving a sigh of relief that his gear was unharmed.
Antonius looked around for a moment before speaking to himself out loud for anyone nearby to hear: "Not exactly how I pictured my day going..."
Standing at 5'10 and weighing 171 pounds, Antonius' figure is lean and athletic, indicative of his active lifestyle. His tanned skin is proof of days spent wandering in the sun. Jet black hair hangs loosely just past his chin, often swept back with a few strands poking out over his face. With a rather plain face home to some stubble and a pair of brown eyes, you could stick him in a room with a dozen other Imperial men and his only recognizable trait would be the horizontal scar over the bridge of his nose.
Personality:
In spite of his unremarkable appearance, Antonius is a bit more remarkable in the way he acts. He's quite outgoing and quick to make friends with strangers, having a nice chat over some ale or regaling them with stories of his travels. His go to story is the time that he killed a goblin on the road then had to sprint a few miles to the closest village after about twenty of its buddies showed up. In moments of quiet he tries to fill it with idle noise, usually humming a song he heard years ago but can't quite remember fully or muttering about how he needs to patch that hole in his boot.
Overall, he's not a bad guy. Just a bit stupid maybe.
Abilities:
Expert Fisherman - Raised in Bravil right on the coast of the Niben Bay, Antonius was an apprentice under his father for most of his youth and as such picked up the intricacies of fishing along the way. Whenever he needs something to eat and there's a body of water nearby, you can expect him to come back with quite a nice haul.
Adept Two-Handed Swordsman - Largely self taught and forged in fire, Antonius has been in a few sword fights and come out the victor every time (otherwise he wouldn't be here). He is skilled enough that he can take on a bandit or highwayman with ease, though when it comes to actually trained swordsmen he will be in much greater danger.
Adept Survivalist - Over a year out in the wilds of Cyrodiil has led to Antonius being quite the skilled hunter and camper, able to track prey and set up camp quickly and efficiently. Despite this, he's not well versed in foraging and couldn't tell you foxglove from lavender, nor does he know much about the habits of the creatures that roam Cyrodiil.
Apprentice Medic - Over the last year, Antonius has become quite skilled at patching himself up after a battle with bandages and ointments. He's just a bit better than the average person with the right know how, and while he can bind his own wounds someone else might be better suited to helping out others with theirs.
Apprentice Pugilist - Though he's more skilled with a sword in hand, Antonius is able to keep pace in a battle of fisticuffs, throwing punch after punch without tiring. He's also quite fond of kicking his opponents, both in a fist fight and in a sword battle.
Apprentice Archer - Antonius is by no means an expert bowman, only able to take shots at relatively close range with clear sight on his target. He only really bothers to use a bow when hunting.
Zip. Zilch. Nada. He's a simple guy.
Equipment:
His clothes: a leather cuirass over a long sleeved white cloth shirt, black trousers with leather gloves and leather boots. An empty coin pouch; someone must have helped themselves to its contents.
A rugged iron greatsword, a bit chipped but otherwise in decent shape. A well worn hunting bow and a quiver of arrows.
A knapsack held in his room at the Merchant's Inn, containing essentials such as a tinderbox, bedroll and cooking supplies.
Background:
Born and raised in Bravil, Antonius' life wasn't one of excitement or intrigue but rather one of routine and dullness. His parents were a fisherman and a seamstress, with his father taking him out to the bay to teach the boy his trade most days. Most expected the boy to follow in his father's footsteps and for most of his life Antonius believed he was going to do just that. It wasn't until he grew older and began to go out drinking with his friends that he began to hear more stories of the world outside of Bravil.
Tales of highwaymen mugging travelers, goblins attacking caravans, all sorts of danger - and that's just on the roads! It might've made most people want to stay safe within the walls of their city, but Antonius? He heard tales of opportunity. A life as a wandering warrior, putting an end to these dangers, keeping the roads safe and destroying evil wherever it may be found. He knew what he was born to do.
At the age of 19, he said goodbye to his parents and set off with his newly acquired greatsword and survival equipment. It was rough the first few months and Antonius nearly got himself killed quite a few times. It was even harder when he finally had to kill someone. He distinctly remembers the way he felt, the way his whole body froze after he cleaved through the man's torso and the ice that gripped his heart as he watched him bleed to death on the ground. The times after that never really got better.
Over the course of a year Antonius was molded from a clueless and sheltered boy to a brave and relatively competent warrior. He's seen his fair share of fights and come out on top every time, each time becoming just that bit more efficient as a swordsman. For the first time ever, he has found himself in the Imperial City, getting a room at an inn and going to see the Arena. After a disappointing fight he made his way to Daggerfall Dan's Bar and Grill for a drink, only to find himself knocked out after a bar fight broke out. Even being unconscious couldn't save him from being lumped in with a bunch of other bargoers and thrown into a jail cell.
And that's where his story begins: waking up bleary eyed on the floor of a jail cell, surrounded by a colorful bunch of people.
Ambition:
Antonius' dream is to become a famous hero, the kind of person that ballads are written about and whose bravery inspires the next generation of adventurers.
Standing at 5'10 and weighing 171 pounds, Antonius' figure is lean and athletic, indicative of his active lifestyle. His tanned skin is proof of days spent wandering in the sun. Jet black hair hangs loosely just past his chin, often swept back with a few strands poking out over his face. With a rather plain face home to some stubble and a pair of brown eyes, you could stick him in a room with a dozen other Imperial men and his only recognizable trait would be the horizontal scar over the bridge of his nose.
Personality:
In spite of his unremarkable appearance, Antonius is a bit more remarkable in the way he acts. He's quite outgoing and quick to make friends with strangers, having a nice chat over some ale or regaling them with stories of his travels. His go to story is the time that he killed a goblin on the road then had to sprint a few miles to the closest village after about twenty of its buddies showed up. In moments of quiet he tries to fill it with idle noise, usually humming a song he heard years ago but can't quite remember fully or muttering about how he needs to patch that hole in his boot.
Overall, he's not a bad guy. Just a bit stupid maybe.
Abilities:
Expert Fisherman - Raised in Bravil right on the coast of the Niben Bay, Antonius was an apprentice under his father for most of his youth and as such picked up the intricacies of fishing along the way. Whenever he needs something to eat and there's a body of water nearby, you can expect him to come back with quite a nice haul.
Adept Two-Handed Swordsman - Largely self taught and forged in fire, Antonius has been in a few sword fights and come out the victor every time (otherwise he wouldn't be here). He is skilled enough that he can take on a bandit or highwayman with ease, though when it comes to actually trained swordsmen he will be in much greater danger.
Adept Survivalist - Over a year out in the wilds of Cyrodiil has led to Antonius being quite the skilled hunter and camper, able to track prey and set up camp quickly and efficiently. Despite this, he's not well versed in foraging and couldn't tell you foxglove from lavender, nor does he know much about the habits of the creatures that roam Cyrodiil.
Apprentice Medic - Over the last year, Antonius has become quite skilled at patching himself up after a battle with bandages and ointments. He's just a bit better than the average person with the right know how, and while he can bind his own wounds someone else might be better suited to helping out others with theirs.
Apprentice Pugilist - Though he's more skilled with a sword in hand, Antonius is able to keep pace in a battle of fisticuffs, throwing punch after punch without tiring. He's also quite fond of kicking his opponents, both in a fist fight and in a sword battle.
Apprentice Archer - Antonius is by no means an expert bowman, only able to take shots at relatively close range with clear sight on his target. He only really bothers to use a bow when hunting.
Zip. Zilch. Nada. He's a simple guy.
Equipment:
His clothes: a leather cuirass over a long sleeved white cloth shirt, black trousers with leather gloves and leather boots. An empty coin pouch; someone must have helped themselves to its contents.
A rugged iron greatsword, a bit chipped but otherwise in decent shape. A well worn hunting bow and a quiver of arrows.
A knapsack held in his room at the Merchant's Inn, containing essentials such as a tinderbox, bedroll and cooking supplies.
Background:
Born and raised in Bravil, Antonius' life wasn't one of excitement or intrigue but rather one of routine and dullness. His parents were a fisherman and a seamstress, with his father taking him out to the bay to teach the boy his trade most days. Most expected the boy to follow in his father's footsteps and for most of his life Antonius believed he was going to do just that. It wasn't until he grew older and began to go out drinking with his friends that he began to hear more stories of the world outside of Bravil.
Tales of highwaymen mugging travelers, goblins attacking caravans, all sorts of danger - and that's just on the roads! It might've made most people want to stay safe within the walls of their city, but Antonius? He heard tales of opportunity. A life as a wandering warrior, putting an end to these dangers, keeping the roads safe and destroying evil wherever it may be found. He knew what he was born to do.
At the age of 19, he said goodbye to his parents and set off with his newly acquired greatsword and survival equipment. It was rough the first few months and Antonius nearly got himself killed quite a few times. It was even harder when he finally had to kill someone. He distinctly remembers the way he felt, the way his whole body froze after he cleaved through the man's torso and the ice that gripped his heart as he watched him bleed to death on the ground. The times after that never really got better.
Over the course of a year Antonius was molded from a clueless and sheltered boy to a brave and relatively competent warrior. He's seen his fair share of fights and come out on top every time, each time becoming just that bit more efficient as a swordsman. For the first time ever, he has found himself in the Imperial City, getting a room at an inn and going to see the Arena. After a disappointing fight he made his way to Daggerfall Dan's Bar and Grill for a drink, only to find himself knocked out after a bar fight broke out. Even being unconscious couldn't save him from being lumped in with a bunch of other bargoers and thrown into a jail cell.
And that's where his story begins: waking up bleary eyed on the floor of a jail cell, surrounded by a colorful bunch of people.
Ambition:
Antonius' dream is to become a famous hero, the kind of person that ballads are written about and whose bravery inspires the next generation of adventurers.
"Streets are quiet tonight... Something's about to happen," I murmur to myself.
Another night out and about, hopping and gliding between rooftops as I patrol Manhattan. The financial district is a hotspot for all kinds of criminal activity, usually bank robberies. I'm not expecting to find anything big and even if I don't find anything, the night is still young. Plenty of time to find something in another part of Manhattan.
Then I hear it. An explosion, followed by gunfire. There it is. I fire my grappling hook at the ledge of a roof, flying up to meet it and letting the momentum shoot me up higher into the sky. My cape goes rigid at my touch and I glide my way towards the sounds I had heard. I fly by a few city blocks and before I know it I find myself crouched on a rooftop overlooking the scene. An armored truck being ransacked by five, no- six assailants, all decked out in paramilitary gear with rifles.
Okay, no time like the present. Let's swoop down and show these bastards what for. I'm about to leap off the roof and glide down to meet the men when I see someone swoop in with the same idea. A woman it looks like, wearing a white and black costume and fighting like Spider-Man with webs and fancy flips. She takes down one of the men and swings around the truck to avoid gunfire.
Huh. Must be new in town. Let's see about giving her a helping hand.
I jump off the roof and glide down, aiming myself right at one of the assailants who's too busy shooting at the woman to see me coming. I lift my legs up and throw myself into a dropkick, hitting him square in the head and causing him to crumble to the ground. I land on my feet and pull out my batons before throwing myself at the nearest crook with a flurry of swings aimed at his head.
Marc Spector/Steven Grant/Jake Lockley ♦ Vigilante/Entrepeneur/Cab Driver ♦ Murray Hill, Manhattan ♦ N/A
C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:
"Welcome to the Midnight Mission. My name is Mr. Knight. How can I help?"
What do you do when your god has you try to take over the world only for both of you to end up flat on your asses beaten by the Avengers?
You open a mission.
Moon Knight has been operating for ten years in New York City and all over the globe. Now, he's focusing himself on keeping his neighborhood safe. He runs the Midnight Mission, a place where the downtrodden can find aid with any problems they face. Especially the ones that need punching. Khonshu has been imprisoned by the Aesir in Asgard, but even still he is able to reach Marc and communicate with his fist, though he can't do much more than talk.
C H A R A C T E R M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S:
Marc's intent in starting the Midnight Mission is to atone for his role in Khonshu's attempt to take over the world. By going back to his roots as a vigilante in the Big Apple and opening a mission for the people to come straight to him with their problems, he hopes to slowly but surely make the streets safer. He does still venture out beyond his neighborhood a lot of nights, tackling anything from petty street crime to mob meetings.
My intent with this roleplay is to have fun and interact with other characters. I might tell a solo story here or there but for the most part I'm here to do crossovers and collaborative posts. I'm down for any and all kinds of plots.
C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:
Moon Knight doesn't have much at all in the way of powers, but he does employ a grappling hook, a pair of batons, and a near endless supply of crescent darts in his crusades. His cape also doubles as a glider, allowing him to soar from rooftop to rooftop.
He has two allies who work for his Midnight Mission: Reese, a young woman turned into a vampire who was rescued by Moon Knight, and Soldier, a former client turned friend who was also turned into a vampire in order to save his life. He also has an ally and rival in Yehya Badr, AKA Hunter's Moon, the other Fist of Khonshu.
S A M P L E P O S T:
"Welcome to the Midnight Mission. My name is Mr. Knight. How can I help?" The words come out of my mouth in a practiced cadence as I tug at my cufflinks.
The old man before me doesn't seem very impressed. "You're that Moon Guy? Thought you'd be wearin' spandex."
"An assumption many make about those in my line of work."
"Hmph. Well, I came here 'cause there's a real nasty son of a bitch who's been working over everyone in my apartment block. Comes by and threatens to stab ya dead unless you give him all the cash you got on ya."
"Say no more."
And that was how I found myself crouched on top of an apartment building a few blocks from my Mission, watching the parking lot for any movement. It's just getting dark. A car pulls in and takes the nearest open spot, the driver stepping out and grabbing her purse. I hear footsteps in an alley below me. A guy in a leather jacket and a ski mask makes a b-line right for the woman.
He grabs her by the wrist with one hand and flicks open a knife in his other. "Hurry up and give me that purse, bitch. I'll slice you open if you try anything." That's my cue to drop down right behind him.
I wrap an arm around his neck and pull him away from the woman. She screams and runs away, hastily unlocking her apartment door and slamming it shut. The man in my chokehold is whimpering. I twist him around and push him to the ground, letting him fall on his ass. "Oh fuck! You're Moon Knight! I heard you cut off people's faces!"
"Haven't done that in a while, but hey, might be nice to get back to it." I stalk forward, looming over him as I crack my knuckles. "There's two ways this can end: you put up a fight and I break a few bones, or you listen to what I tell you and walk away unscathed. Which will it be?"
"What do you want?!"
"I want you to stop harassing the people in this apartment complex. Instead of robbing people, you go get a job and become a nice, upstanding member of society. And if I hear tell of someone threatening to stab the residents of some other apartment block, then I come back for you. And maybe that time I will take your face."
"Okay! Okay! I won't do it ever again!"
"Good. Now run."
With that, he gets up and runs away. I sigh and shake my head, then pull out my grappling gun to pull myself back onto the roof. The night is still young. The hunt has just begun.
Marc Spector/Steven Grant/Jake Lockley ♦ Vigilante/Entrepeneur/Cab Driver ♦ Murray Hill, Manhattan ♦ N/A
C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:
"Welcome to the Midnight Mission. My name is Mr. Knight. How can I help?"
What do you do when your god has you try to take over the world only for both of you to end up flat on your asses beaten by the Avengers?
You open a mission.
Moon Knight has been operating for ten years in New York City and all over the globe. Now, he's focusing himself on keeping his neighborhood safe. He runs the Midnight Mission, a place where the downtrodden can find aid with any problems they face. Especially the ones that need punching. Khonshu has been imprisoned by the Aesir in Asgard, but even still he is able to reach Marc and communicate with his fist, though he can't do much more than talk.
C H A R A C T E R M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S:
Marc's intent in starting the Midnight Mission is to atone for his role in Khonshu's attempt to take over the world. By going back to his roots as a vigilante in the Big Apple and opening a mission for the people to come straight to him with their problems, he hopes to slowly but surely make the streets safer. He does still venture out beyond his neighborhood a lot of nights, tackling anything from petty street crime to mob meetings.
My intent with this roleplay is to have fun and interact with other characters. I might tell a solo story here or there but for the most part I'm here to do crossovers and collaborative posts. I'm down for any and all kinds of plots.
C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:
Moon Knight doesn't have much at all in the way of powers, but he does employ a grappling hook, a pair of batons, and a near endless supply of crescent darts in his crusades. His cape also doubles as a glider, allowing him to soar from rooftop to rooftop.
He has two allies who work for his Midnight Mission: Reese, a young woman turned into a vampire who was rescued by Moon Knight, and Soldier, a former client turned friend who was also turned into a vampire in order to save his life. He also has an ally and rival in Yehya Badr, AKA Hunter's Moon, the other Fist of Khonshu.
S A M P L E P O S T:
"Welcome to the Midnight Mission. My name is Mr. Knight. How can I help?" The words come out of my mouth in a practiced cadence as I tug at my cufflinks.
The old man before me doesn't seem very impressed. "You're that Moon Guy? Thought you'd be wearin' spandex."
"An assumption many make about those in my line of work."
"Hmph. Well, I came here 'cause there's a real nasty son of a bitch who's been working over everyone in my apartment block. Comes by and threatens to stab ya dead unless you give him all the cash you got on ya."
"Say no more."
And that was how I found myself crouched on top of an apartment building a few blocks from my Mission, watching the parking lot for any movement. It's just getting dark. A car pulls in and takes the nearest open spot, the driver stepping out and grabbing her purse. I hear footsteps in an alley below me. A guy in a leather jacket and a ski mask makes a b-line right for the woman.
He grabs her by the wrist with one hand and flicks open a knife in his other. "Hurry up and give me that purse, bitch. I'll slice you open if you try anything." That's my cue to drop down right behind him.
I wrap an arm around his neck and pull him away from the woman. She screams and runs away, hastily unlocking her apartment door and slamming it shut. The man in my chokehold is whimpering. I twist him around and push him to the ground, letting him fall on his ass. "Oh fuck! You're Moon Knight! I heard you cut off people's faces!"
"Haven't done that in a while, but hey, might be nice to get back to it." I stalk forward, looming over him as I crack my knuckles. "There's two ways this can end: you put up a fight and I break a few bones, or you listen to what I tell you and walk away unscathed. Which will it be?"
"What do you want?!"
"I want you to stop harassing the people in this apartment complex. Instead of robbing people, you go get a job and become a nice, upstanding member of society. And if I hear tell of someone threatening to stab the residents of some other apartment block, then I come back for you. And maybe that time I will take your face."
"Okay! Okay! I won't do it ever again!"
"Good. Now run."
With that, he gets up and runs away. I sigh and shake my head, then pull out my grappling gun to pull myself back onto the roof. The night is still young. The hunt has just begun.
An absolute clown with a fixation on a faceless man who punches criminals. Guaranteed to flake out of RPs at least 99% of the time.
... Guess I should fill this out with something about myself.
I'm Chris, an aspiring musician in his early 20s. I used to roleplay a lot but fell out of the habit and now I'm trying to get back into it. I'm a sucker for comic book roleplays where I typically play my favorite superhero The Question, but I'm down for pretty much anything usually. My favorite genre is sci-fi but I fuck with fantasy, horror, slice of life... Like I said, pretty much anything.
Feel free to hit me up if you want to talk or something. I'm more active on Discord where I'm known as captainunicycle.
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">An absolute clown with a fixation on a faceless man who punches criminals. Guaranteed to flake out of RPs at least 99% of the time.<br><br>... Guess I should fill this out with something about myself.<br><br>I'm Chris, an aspiring musician in his early 20s. I used to roleplay a lot but fell out of the habit and now I'm trying to get back into it. I'm a sucker for comic book roleplays where I typically play my favorite superhero The Question, but I'm down for pretty much anything usually. My favorite genre is sci-fi but I fuck with fantasy, horror, slice of life... Like I said, pretty much anything.<br><br>Feel free to hit me up if you want to talk or something. I'm more active on Discord where I'm known as captainunicycle.</div>
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