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Realms of Sun & Shadow

Just getting back into RP guild if you all are still accepting. seems like a cool concept

The New Marvels: An Avengers Academy RP

Elias cocked an eyebrow hearing about the rooms being co-ed. It was definitely not something he would have guessed to be the case for such a place. Their reasoning seemed to make sense enough to him but it still seemed a bit weird to be sharing a room with the opposite gender. Though if Elias was being honest then the idea of being in any position where the others could learn more about his side effects was not very high on his list of ideal situations.

Luckily however the situation seemed to turn to a more interesting one regarding a rather bold attack on the stark tower itself. A rather gutsy move by whoever the poor fools were but at the very least it would let the team blow off some steam and be one final test to see who actually wants to continue for this line of work.

As they entered the prep room Elias took note of the other lockers that lined the walls of the room and how some of them had full costumes. He almost wanted to laugh to himself when he saw one of the students dressing in what seemed to be an ant inspired costume and the only thing in his locker was a long chain. Some people just had a more professional look he supposed, though to be fair he always had his costume just under the surface if he really wanted. Regardless of his internal thoughts he grabbed the chain from the locker and wrapped it around his abdomen and made his way to the jet.

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Elias smirked as he stood at the top of the jets ramp looking over to the line up of their opponents. The other students around him had quickly begun to take actions in their own way. Their lack of coordination and experience as a team was evident even for the most amatuer of observers. The young asgardian for his part tried to take the lead of the situation and begin to order the other students around including Elias himself. Elias couldn't help but cock and eyebrow at the orders yelled to him while the other students ran off in their various directions.

“Fine, whatever you say captain.” Elias said with a sarcastic undertone in his voice as he hopped down onto the street. His purple eyes glared towards their targets ahead of them, Feeling a burning sensation building deep in his gut. His eyes flickered to a burning Orange that matched the flames that suddenly engulfed both his arms. He began to hurl balls of hellfire towards the line of villains as he walked towards them in a calm manner. He looked between them trying his best to guess who was going to be more trouble then the others.

“Personally I think the dragon is going to be a bit of an issue.” He called out to the other students in between fire balls. “I can distract it if we need to, I don't look it, but I'm pretty durable.”

As he finished his statement he began making his way towards the large dragon now on the ground.

The New Marvels: An Avengers Academy RP

Elias could feel the analyzing eyes of hulk on his back while he continued to observe the surrounding buildings. Elias couldn't blame the professor for the concern and mild judgment he knew were behind those large green eyes. The rider was certainly not an entity to be taken lightly for himself and certainly not by the others present at the school. Though if he was being honest he had little concern of the rider wanting to pick a fight with the student or teachers he was worried about. It was more so if any of them tried to get in the way of the rider once he had set his sights on a target and Elias himself couldn't reign it in.

His thoughts and stoic face were suddenly broken however when a man in a red and black outfit came hurtling at the ground being skipped across the grass like a stone on water. Not a second later, hot on the heels of the mysterious masked man was Warmachine who came to a sudden stop on the ground in the middle of the group. Elias was confused at what had just transpired in front of him blinking several times trying to process it all. The faculty seemed unbothered by the sudden interruption, or at the very least hid it very well, and proceeded as normal. Seeing as this would probably be a normal occurrence in his new life Elias let out a sigh throwing the duffle bag over his shoulder and followed the group.

He chose to keep towards the back of the group as much as he could, trying to not bring too much attention to himself as the tour began. Most of the students seemed pretty interested in the tour, even those that seemed skeptical about the school itself like himself. Every room they passed seemed to get more and more impressive showing off the real grandeur that someone like the Avengers had. It seemed as if there was no expense that went unspent to ensure everything was in a class of its own when compared to everything. Despite himself Elias struggled to keep his normal stoic face. That wasn't to say that Elias had low expectations of the school, as far as the facility itself went far from it in fact, but having to live mostly out of his car for so long had lowered his standard to a decent degree.

The gym was the first room that truely drew his interest while on the tour. He had grown up playing sports for most of his life and was even quite the accomplished Hockey player back in highschool before the incident. Mixing that with being raised in a police household and early morning weight lifting had become a regular part of his life. Of course at this point he wasn't sure if there was really much benefit to such workouts considering the rider's spirit flowing through his veins. Regardless it was a habit he doubted he would give up either way, to keep his normal body up to standard if anything.

As much as the gym seemed to have everything for him, the workshop was definitely his favorite. He could tell from first appearance alone he was not the most technically gifted of the students and probably not the most mechanically either. But inventing and making devices isn't what drew him to the shop. In all honesty it had less to do with the shop itself and more so the simple fact there was an entire space where he could work on his car. It may have seemed like such a small thing to anyone else but to Elias it was one of the last things he truly enjoyed in life. He supposed it was because it reminded him of the old days when he and his dad would spend the whole day working on the old beauty, or racing it down old abandoned side streets.

He was pulled from his thoughts and reminiscing of before, noticing the tour had begun to move on to the next few locations. He figured the Rooftop would be a nice place to relax away from others when the shop was too full to work on his car. The library and the theater he doubted would be of too much interest to him. Though the Dr. had recommended he should at least look at a magic tome cover as it could help with the rider. Lastly on the tour was the danger room, which apparently was a more intense and hero oriented training room. Which in its own right seemed like it could be interesting though he was curious how everyone would be able to work together. Or at the very least stay out of each other's way.

Finally the tour concluded as the students now stood in the dorm area where they would be staying. Some of the students, though possibly joking, seemed to question the rooming arrangements. To Elias' humble eyes though these seemed like the lap of luxury. “A bed’s a bed even if the room is shared.” he spoke out for the first time, surprising even himself not being entirely sure where that had come from.

The New Marvels: An Avengers Academy RP

Elias’s thoughts drifted aimlessly as his car sped through traffic towards his destination. The purr of the large engine standing out amongst the other cars he quickly passed. He wondered what the other students present would be like. Ever since he had made his deal he had become more aware of the strangeness that filled the world around him. Of course everyone knew of the avengers and other heroes, but they were always flying high above the streets he grew up on. So often did they deal with threats far out of his own view that you often ignored it. Yet now here he was, on his way to learn to be like them. Though he still had his doubts about it, both learning from them and where he would be accepted by both staff and students. He assumed if there was ever a place to find similar people it would be here. Though making a deal with the devil was certainly something he doubted many of them would understand.

His thoughts stopped for a moment, feeling a sharp pain in his head that he had become all too accustomed to. Normally this feeling was no more then a nagging feeling or a bad headache at worst, but this was something much worse. If Elias was honest the pain itself wasn't much worse normal, rather it was more that it caught him so off guard for the first time in a while. He expected this feeling when he went out for his rides at night looking for targets who deserved his vengeance. But to feel such a pull this close where the greatest hero's called home? That was something he was a bit surprised by making this time a bit harder of a fight as he struggled to not take the closest off ramp into the clearly less desirable part of town. His eyes glanced up to the rear view mirror looking into his own eyes.

“I said no! Not unless we have to.”

He could feel his knuckles going white as he clutched the steering wheel to his beloved car trying to fight the urge. He could feel the car itself ready for its mission wanting desperately to transform and jump over the barrier. After a moment however the pain subsided and his body finally relaxed feeling the spirit concede this tug of war match.

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The black Camaro pulled into the parking stall he was told had been left for students who could drive or had other modes of transportation. A clarification he found odd though understandable upon seeing a student fly into the courtyard itself. Elias turned the ignition, cutting off the engine and sitting in the seat for a moment alone with his thoughts. He let out a deep sigh knowing there was no point in pushing it back any further. He exited his prized car grabbing his duffle bag out of the truck and began walking to where everyone else seemed to be meeting. As he walked he spun the keys into his palm before letting them go and repeating the process. It had become a tic or habit of sorts for him over the years both when he was bored or nervous.

After a few minutes of walking he entered the large open area proper. There had already been a decent number of what he assumed were other students present for their first day. They all seemed to be interesting people to say the least. From what he could tell, most were surrounding the poor green giant whom he had been told was going to be the hero in charge of the school for this inaugural class. Elias kept off to the side from most of the students not particularly feeling inclined to join the rapidly growing crowd in full. His eye had met Hulks and they exchanged a nod and Elias went back to his own thoughts. His gaze periodically shifted between both his new class mates, and the school buildings around them wondering what kind adventures both would hold for the coming year.

Star Wars Chapter 0: KNIGHTFALL

Karthus Ephren

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“Get down”

“Watch the left flank!”

“We’re pinned down!”

“We need medics over here now!”

“Artillery!”

Karthus jolted awake from his dream breathing a bit heavier than usual. His cold metallic hand reached up to the side of his face. He flinched slightly from the sudden coldness of metal against the scarred flesh. His eyes wandered around the empty dark room for a moment before he felt his muscles finally begin to relax. He realized any further attempt at sleep would be pointless so he resigned himself to waking up much earlier than necessary yet again.

Fully standing from his bed he walked towards the small bathroom and began splashing water on his face. Pulling the towel across his face he looked at his own reflection staring back. His gaze tracked from his face to his metal and back up to wear the prosthetic arm fused with the skin on his chest. Pushing away from the sink he turned to the small medical case hanging on the wall containing his mask. Taking one last breath he placed the mask over his face feeling it lock into place. He exhaled the deep breath he had taken and took another long slow breath as the rebreather kicked in and his lungs filled with oxygen.

Walking back into the room he donned his signature armor, taking care to ensure everything was secured properly and looked as it should. He lifted his hand towards his nightstand pulling the saber staff that had been resting just above it into his palm. Turning it over in his hand Karthus inspected the weapon for a moment until he was staffed and placed it on his back. Gazing at the clock he estimated it wouldn’t take long before they arrived above Mandalore and the festival began.

He wondered what the journey would entail for him and the other imperials present. He knew the empress and other nobles were excited to show off the new imperials as well as the other guardians of the empire himself included. He hoped the new imperials wouldn't make a fool of themselves and their empire, but he had a feeling that was wishful thinking at best.

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After the meeting

Karthus' head shot to the sky out of reflex as the starfighters rocketed overhead banking around the rooftops of the various skyscrapers in the city. He let his muscles relax, taking a moment to watch this small portion of the race. It irritated him slightly seeing the new imperial pilot trailing behind as they struggled to keep up with the older more experienced. Karthus couldn't say that he was surprised however, age and experience often did topple youth and energy in such competitions.
Regardless Karthus continued to make his way down the polished stone steps of the palace taking in the sights. The festivities were quite the site to behold with stalls and people filling the streets. People from all over the galaxy seemed to have made the journey to Mandalore for the celebration. It was truly a first to see “representatives” from just about every faction in the galaxy present in one city all playing nice. Or at least as nice as alcohol and differing opinions would allow. Lucky though the Mandalorian's seemed to have a tight control on any disturbances that started to arise.

The Mandalorian's were a curious culture that had gone through drastic changes all in a single generation's time, or at least as he was told that is. If he was honest Karthus had mixed feelings about the Mandalorian's. On the one hand they did manage to produce possibly the greatest warriors the galaxy had ever seen aside from the Jedi and Sith of old legends. Yet now they seemed to be cowards hiding behind a treaty in their own corner of the galaxy. It was this dichotomy that served to displease Karthus the most. To have such strength and not use it was something he believed was a grave sin.

Still lost in his own thoughts about the Mandalorian's and the Jedi of this republic, Karthus wandered aimlessly through the various streets of crowded people. Even with the variety of people and species present for the celebration, Karthus still managed to stand out amongst them. He had grown accustomed to it; however, the mask and robotic arm did little to give off a welcoming visage.

Karthus was pulled from his thoughts feeling a thud against his leg. Feeling something cold against his leg he looked down seeing a small child on the ground staring sadly at an empty cup beside her. Looking at his leg he saw what he assumed was once the contents of the girls cup plastered all over his pant leg. Turning his face back to the girl who was now on the verge of tears he quickly bent down doing his best to show he was smiling with the revealed half of his face.

“I’m so sorry I must have gotten in your way didn’t I? Please forgive my clumsiness.” He said to the small child in a calm voice reaching into a small pouch on his armor. Grabbing a handful of credits he dropped them in the child’s hand. “Here go buy yourself two of whatever treat I made you drop.” Giving the girl a pat on the head Karthus stood from his crouching stance and continued his walk down the street.

“Thank you mister scary man!” the little girl called out once she had stood up and looked at the credits in awe. Karthus only raised his hand signaling he had heard her before disappearing in the crowd that resumed its liveliness.

The New Marvels: An Avengers Academy RP

Elias Evans

The Rider

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"If you're fast enough you might just outrun the devil. Let's ride!"

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Real Name: Elias Evans.

Age: 18.

Gender: Male

Alias/Nicknames: Ghost Rider

Color Choice: f26522.

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Appearance: Elias is a well built teenager with a muscular athletic build from his years of sports and training. He has short blonde hair that maintains a usal messy look and a pair of purple eyes that always seem tired. The clothes he wears almost never change, consisting of a plain white T-shirt tucked into a pair of jeans with a black leather jacket over the top. To round out the look Elias typically wears boots and a necklace around his neck that he is particularly protective of.

Elias is unrecognizable however when he does transform with the exception of his clothes. When he first transforms his eyes turn to a burning orange like embers on a hot fire. Seconds after this the very skins begin to peel and burn away until only a skull wrapped in fire remains where his head once stood. This applies to the rest of Elias’s body, though most of it is covered so the flaming skull is typically the only portion people see. Elias rarely speaks in this form, but if he does the voice becomes much deeper mixing with the spirit's voice.

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Personality: Elias is a serious individual who can be seen as standoffish or unfriendly to most people who first see him. To an extent this could be seen as true seeing as Elias isn’t the outgoing type choosing instead to keep to himself opting to Spend most of his time training or working on his car. Those that are able to get to know him and are considered his friends could hardly ask for a more loyal one, willing to drop everything and drive across the country at the drip of a hat for them.

Regardless of where you fall when it comes to him, Elias is not against people approaching him or speaking with others. However having a spirit of vengeance sharing your body and having sold your soul does affect your ability to be normal around others his own age. Just make sure you don’t touch his car without permission.

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History: There are many people in the world that will use the saying ‘Made a deal with the devil’ though few ever actually think that as a possibility, or that anyone would be stupid enough to do it. Elias however is that someone. Why exactly he would sell his soul as he claims is a secret left only to him, and the spirit of the rider.

The parts not blacked out of his file tell a story of a happy young kid who grew up in Boston Massachusetts with his family in a cozy little home. His Father worked as a police officer while his Mother stayed home to watch over him and his little sister as they grew. For most of their lives they lived the stereotypical middle american life. They were neither poor nor wealthy, just slightly above comfortable and happy with their lot in life. Elias’s father did his best to raise his kids well and teach them right from wrong even as the world around them seems to grow crazier by the day.

To his father credit most of his teachings did the trick when it came to Elias. He got good grades, rarely got in trouble and found himself as a varsity starter on his highschools hockey team. As a reward of sorts for these accomplishments Elias was given his motorcycle on the day he turned 16. That motorcycle quickly became like a second love for Elias who spent just about every moment he could working on it or riding it long into the night. It was none of these late night rides that would change Elias forever.

It was a warm summer night as Elias pulled up to the house to see the front door wide open and a strange car blocking his driveway. A sinking feeling hit his stomach as he rushed inside to witness the horror of what had unfolded in his short absence. His family was sprawled out on the floor covered in blood clearly in the midst of attempting to run before having been gunned down. Elias barely had time to process what his eyes saw before he felt the pain in his torso and his feet were lifted off the ground by the impact of a shotgun shell.

What happened in a millisecond to the world seemed to take ages in Elias’s mind. The image of his family dead plastered in front of him taunting him and mocking him. What was once sadness quickly turned to anger and blood boiling rage as the realization began to set in. But then, Elias heard a voice. A faint quiet voice that asked if he wanted vengeance for what happened. If he wanted to make those that did this pay for their actions?

On the official report the tragic death of the Evans family was ruled a B&E that resulted in not only the murder of the family but also the house being set aflame. The suspects were never found, however three members of the Evans family were found layed respectfully on the front lawn. The son was never found and was presumed to have died in the fire but an unidentified good samaritan was seen leaving the fire on a motorcycle.

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Powerset:

• Superhuman Strength - Coming from his divine power the rider is able to use his immense strength to go toe to toe with even some of the strongest of opponents or lift several tons despite his lack of actual muscle.
• Superhuman Durability - Being a walking skeleton the rider is able to endure much more damage than most would. Most conventional weapons have little to no effect on him with bullets simply passing through him and blades simply cutting his jacket (Which he hates).
• Regenerative Factor - This more applies to Elias in his human form as the rider itself rarely takes damage itself. If Elias is injured at any time the spire of the rider will begin healing the wound to ensure it doesn't lose the host it claims to be a perfect fit.
• Basic Hellfire Creation - One of his newer and less refined powers, Elias is able to create small spheres of hellfire and hurl them at his targets. Elias has shown a slight aptitude for controlling this power outside of his transformed state, though to a much lesser degree then it's already basic form.
• Penance stare - Possibly the strongest power any rider ever possesses also comes with the heaviest restriction. Just by being the host of the rider Elias is able to feel and detect the sin around him to an extent. This however is a more directed form of the power that allows him to peer into the soul of one individual. Should the Rider deem the sins of an individual to be true and great he is able to turn the pain and suffering on the person as they feel what they have caused hundred-fold. The main restriction obviously is that this can only be used on those that have committed grave sins however there is another that is surprising to both the Rider and Elias. For some unexplainable reason in order for the Penance stare to work, both the rider and Elias have to agree on using it.
• Ride symbiosis - Elias has a special connection to his motorcycle that has only grown once he accepted the Spirits deal. One of the benefits of this while he is in control of his motorcycle is that it will repair most of the damage it sustains and is able to drive itself to a limited degree. Beyond the motorcycle however any vehicle Elias touches can be transformed similar to his motorcycle.

Equipment/Paraphernalia:

• Motorcycle: Elias’s pride and joy. A gift from his father when he turned 16, Elias has never been far from it and is his main mode of transportation. Even the rider seems to have grown fond of the vehicle often opting to make it his hell cycle when he transforms.
  
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• Chain: A favored weapon for the rider, a simple chain is quite the important tool when combined with hellfire. It’s main use is to allow Elias to reach his targets that try to run or stay out of his reach. When it is not being used the chain typically is wrapped across his chest and one shoulder.

Weaknesses:

• In the backseat: Possibly the biggest weakness that Elias must overcome is the simple fact that he doesn't have full control over the rider. While transformed Elias can influence and has a large say in what he does but it is very easy for the spirit to override him if he's not careful. On top of this Elias also struggles with actually stopping the rider from coming out when it wants.
• Rider's power: Similar to the previous point, Elias doesn't have any powers on his own. Sure the spirit of vengeance has enhanced him above the average human in terms of physical attributes. However in the world of heroes and villains his ‘human’ form lacks the kind of raw power that most have at their beck and call.
• Restricted powers: Whether it's because of his relative young age or his constant bouts with the rider, Elias doesn't have the full access to the powers of a normal Ghost rider. With more training and control it is possible that he can unlock more of the powers used to bring vengeance to the world but as it stands the only way to achieve the higher end powers is to give control over to the rider. An idea that terrifies him to his core if he is honest.
• Sin detector: Since making the deal and accepting the raiders power, Elias Is able to feel the sins of people around him to an extent. While most petty issues are unnoticeable, the larger and more evil the sin, the harder it is for Elias to ignore. In some cases the rider has forced himself out especially when the target is related to the original deal.

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Issue #0/Testing Post:

“Come on Come on, drive faster, he's gaining on us.” a man with a bandana covering his face yelled from the bed of a truck as it raced through the empty streets recklessly. The two men standing beside him in the bed of the truck kept their eyes scanning across the streets while their knuckles began to turn white from the force of gripping their rifles so tightly.

“Hey I see him. Back there!” one of the gangsters called out as he pointed to the lone motorcycle quickly gaining on the truck with unreal speed. “Give him Hell!” He called before the three of them began unloading carelessly firing their rifles towards the Motorcyclist. Despite the hail of bullets The rider continued his pursuit getting closer to the truck until a chain came flying from his hand catching and destroying the back tire.

With the sudden loss of its rear wheel the truck came to a grinding halt throwing those riding on the outside further up the street. The Mysterious rider came to a much more controlled and intentional stop before stepping off the motorcycle and stepping towards the now injured men. His boot steps seemed to Echo unnaturally through the night air coming to a slow stop beside the drivers door of the truck.

The driver's eyes slowly flickered with life trying his best to recover from the crash that resulted in his head slamming against the wheel. With a groan he sat upright and turned his head to look out the driver's window but paused when he saw Elias’s face staring at him with eyes of burning ember.

Elias’s Fist punched through the glass with ease and grabbed a handful of his shirt. With a stern and emotionless face Elias pulled the man through the now broken window and hurled him across the street slamming him into a light post. Satisfied with seeing the man's limp body drop to the asphalt Elias turned his attention to the last remaining gangster.

For his part the gangster was doing his best to crawl away from Elias hoping to potentially save himself the fate that had just befallen his comrades. “Just let me go please. I… I don't deserve to die please.” The man began to plead, noticing that Elias had set his burning sight on him.

“Everyone says that.” Were the only words spoken as the burning embers in his eyes spread to the rest of his head burning away the skin with an agonizing roar leaving only the flaming skull of the rider. With a final few steps the rider grabbed the man's shirt with both hands clean, lifting him off the ground and staring deep into his soul. “Time to pay for your sins!”

The man's screams only lasted a moment before the deed was done and the rider dropped his body to the ground. The rider took a step back hunching over slightly as if in pain once again. The flames around his skull died down until they had vanished all together and his skin had regrown over the bone returning him to normal. He kept his eyes closed for a moment attempting to relax and relieve the tension in his body.

“That's our last ride for a bit I believe. I doubt the doctor would approve of it on school grounds.” stepping away from the scene Elias whistled calling the motorcycle to his side. The sound of distant sirens began to draw closer. Not wanting to stay for that interaction, Elias stepped onto the motorcycle giving the scene one last look with a hint of penance in his eyes before driving off into the night.

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The New Marvels: An Avengers Academy RP

@Mintz thanks. Yeah it was pretty much done i just left that in case I wanted to rewrite the sample post but everything else was gonna stay the same. But Ill move him over.

for anyone else though if yall want to discuss possible future relations with Elias just PM me.

The New Marvels: An Avengers Academy RP

Working on the testing post now as everything else should be done. Ill give it another once over before i take away the WIP but what there is now should give yall a idea of the character.

The New Marvels: An Avengers Academy RP

@Mintz Still working on mine. This weekend turned out to be a lot more hectic with my friends wedding and me getting sick right after. Hopefully ill be able to get it done this week. Ill let you know if anything else comes up or if i have any questions.

Knights of the Skies

@Silverwind Blade Yeah sorry this weekend was crazy with a wedding and now I've gotten sick but ill look over some stuff and hopefully get somthing together or pull my interest. Again very sorry for being MIA for a bit