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Haha, totally understand. I just got back from a military banquet, so I'm quite tired. Interested in seeing how this RP develops, however.
You two are reserved.
I'd be interested as well.
TheGrimm said
Name: Erik LovelandAlias: Night WindAge:19Personality: Erik is a dork, talk to him about normal stuff and he will likely get bored and give short answers. Touch on a topic he knows, and you might not get him to stop. The best time to talk to him is when he is working, as the focus on his work keeps his mind from wondering, and the talking keeps him from overanalyzing his work. Generally a nice guy, but the revenge business before he was arrested made him alittle harsh.Skills: martial artsHackingWeapons trainingAlmost limitless moneyGenius level technology engineering.Weapons:Cloaking armorVisor with heat vision, motion sensor, and alert system.Wrist bladesGuns along backGloves contain various tools in the fingers, including hacking wires, lock gun, screwdriver, and wire cutters. Internal computer.Grapple cord on wristsFibers on hands and feet that allow climbing on walls.History: the son of a famous inventor and business owner, Erik spent most of his life trying to ignore it. He went to school and hung out with the gamers and dork who he could relate to and tried to stay under the radar. In his spare time, he trained in fighting and tinkered with inventions of his own.He was going to surprise his father with the new cloaking device he had created when he witnessed his fathers murder. The men responsible was a mob boss interested in the armor his father had been working on. Naturally his father refused.Now, using the armor with his own modifications, Erik searches the internet and the streets for the men responsible.


I think that you missed the entire concept.

I'd like to keep the RP focused on the prisoners for now.
http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/25448/posts/ooc?page=1

Flock my children...
~THIS RP IS NOW DEAD.~

~BOTH ME AND LARFLEEZE THANK EVERYONE FOR PARTICIPATING~
Alright, cool, seven interests. I'll get the OOC up relatively soon. It'll basically be the Interest Check Information, but with a little information on MSP regulation and stuff.
Nytem4re said
Yurnero watched as the flying man was attacked viciously by both the man who named himself Legion, and the strange woman. He didn't lift a finger to do anything, as the two had taken care of the issue. But, at least he had met strong warriors. He knew not the customs of this place, but he waved towards both of them regardless. Besides, he had seen foreigners do so in the past as a greeting. "I see I am not the only like-minded warrior here." Yurnero bowed politely out of respect. " I, am Exile. Pleased to make your acquaintance. Legion, you have already revealed who you are." Yurnero then turned towards the unknown woman. "May I ask of your name, fair lady?" Having this man and woman on good terms with him was in the best in his interests. A fellow swordsman, and one who could start fires at will... Good allies to have by his side anytime.

Legion landed gently onto the ground, his crimson blade held loosely in his right hand. A few metallic clinks signified his clones dropping down behind him, and Legion abruptly sheathed his blade, the sound disrupting the clones's existence and causing them to disappear in small, harmless explosions of data and pixels. The kid from before, Wave, had escaped, but Legion had no interest in taking the fight to the 'heroes' for the time being. He had a few upgrades to do, along with some meetings...

Silently, the cyborg walked over to the area where the fire-lady and his fellow swordsman was congregating. The commotion had died down, with the police officers retreating back to their base and the heroes apparently retreating or something of that nature. Good.

'Exile, hn?' Legion muttered, stopping nearby and leaning his armored form against a bent lamp post. This was someone worth allying with, for at least the time being. But the unknown female was a wild-factor in his mind.
I am interested in this. It seems cool.
To quote from Skype...

[9:25:39 PM] Kingsly Ciferbolt: wot
[9:26:26 PM] Kingsly Ciferbolt: plot: the setting is 2020 something and you are a prisoner due to showing showing your powers and/or junk. break out and become a hero or villain or whatever make the world a better or worse place this will star in Metropolis idc w/e let the new reign of super humans begin

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Anyways, it is 2019, and the world's heroes have died away. Crime is rampant throughout the countries due to the lack of heroes, though the law enforcement officers, and the government in general have dialed this down as to not panic the citizens. They believe that, now that there are no more heroes or villains, humanity could move on as a strictly humanoid, power-free democracy. They were wrong. Super genes cannot be killed off, as it were. Teenagers, children, adults...many have shown powers, or at least vigilante-like attitiude and personality. The government takes them out before they can cause trouble, or change the world as normal and average and boring as it is. However, there are some that cannot be killed off so easily, or at least won't be able to be killed off without causing attention, so they have been locked away...deep within the depths of Metropolis, the origins of the long-dead Superman.

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Basically, we are prisoners, locked away in a high-security prison located deep within the depths of Metropolis's underground. We were arrested due to generic, racist reasons - Superpowers, Batman-esque outlooks on fighting crime/vigilantism, and other such reasons. They have locked away Metropolis's only superhumans...but what if they escape?

The prison is called M.S.P, or Metropolis Superhuman Prison, and is kept on the downlow. All prisoners are 'equipped' with orange prison outfits, along with power-restricting wristbands. Unknown to the MSP, but the wristbands, being only prototypes and one-of-a-kind, have been slowly deteriorating over the months, making it so that you can use only a tad bit of your genetic powers.

The prison is gigantic, stretching all along Metropolis itself and holding cells upon cells of prisoners. There are specific sectors, and occasionally, every Sunday (heuheuhe), randomized prisoners are allowed to congregate inside of a large 'community' room, with laxed security and only a few cameras.

The RP will began on Sunday. We are all prisoners. You can know each other if you want. We all are the selected prisoners to have a day in the community room, which is the only room with clean floors, walls, bathrooms, and food. There's also computers, but with shitty games like Solitaire and checkers. Also, no internet.

Wanna escape? Or end up dying in your own cell? That choice is yours.

But, if you want to actually enjoy the RP...I recommend eventually escaping with the other escapees.
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