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Alright man, I can dig it. And right now I'm sticking to one a person, but once the OOC is up for a little while I'll be allowing more until the groups fill up. I'll be opening the OOC tomorrow morning or late afternoon.
Alright Whirlwind, sounds good.

And I understand J, I just wanted to let you know you could be a little stronger if you want.
Feel free to take your time Charter!

Whirlwind, you're good as long as you keep your powers B Ranked. If your powers get strong enough to destroy city blocks though, she'll have to become an A ranked. Which 'group' are you interested in? Also, will you be using electromagnetism or hand waving its use?

Mr Allen J, I love your character, but I'm kind of juggling whether he's A or B ranked as he is. With his limitations I would say closer to B ranked, especially the ones related to pain, durability and duration. I would say make the limbs tougher or lessen the time it takes to regain use of his powers, maybe because he's so used to fighting and pain? Then I'd probably count him as an A Rank.
I hear ya, tabletop is something I've been wanting to get into, but I really want a good local group to try it out with. Never can find anyone, Lol.
I just looked up Aberrant, I'm surprised I haven't heard of it. There'll definitely be some similarities!
Yeah Phobos, PM whenever and I'll get back with you!
Awesome! I'll probably give this a day or two before an OOC is made, but feel free to begin working on a character!

You can have any powers you want, I just tried to give a range of ideas as roughly what that Ranking corresponds to. Originally my power scale was just "How much you can destroy", but if you're playing a character with healing or support powers, it doesn't really work out. So I added some extra examples in.


Welcome to the world of the Gifted! This RP will be an action-driven story, focused on the world following the introduction of superpowers. Whether you're part of a superhero-type team, or a well known mercenary in the underground, you will have a part to play in the coming days as numerous events shake the world. The story will be based around various arcs, each revolving around a greater mystery; The source of these new powers. For the purpose of this RP, I'd like to have two to three groups of players, with 3 to 6 players each. One 'hot' group, one 'cold' group of mercs or criminals, and one group of 'cold' businessmen and cons.

Further details can be provided on request, but a better intro will be presented in the OOC when it's made. This game will be semi-realistic, and brutal at times. I want this to be fast and driven, with plenty of action and intrigue, so I will allow brief paragraphs if there's honestly nothing to pass a scene. If enough interest is shown, I may open a chat room so that scenes with two people or so can pass and fights resolved quickly and in a fun way. The game and most of the action will be centered around some metropolitan area and its surroundings, and could jump around the world if need be. However, it is likely that the bulk of the story will take place in either North America or Europe. Power rankings will be limited to Low A Rank. For information on this, see my brief descriptions below.

I'd like to go ahead and say I drew a lot of inspiration from the web serial 'Worm', by Wildbow, which can be found with a quick Google search.



Standing in front of his class, Marcus took a few minutes to call attendance for his evening class. It was half past five, and all eight of his expected students were there and accounted for. His evening class consisted mostly of older students, between the ages of ten and fifteen. In the morning he taught younger students, teaching them all the things grade school students were expected to learn. By the time they graduated, he hoped all of his students would have a middle-school education, and extensive knowledge of at least one subject. At least then they would have the brains to thrive and hopefully bring light into this new, dark world.

"Jacobs, Spencer," Williams called out, smiling fondly at the name. The preteen raised his hand and gave a soft 'Here' before the older man continued down his short list. That boy, he thought to himself, was going to be a prodigy. Already Spencer had caught up to his senior students, and he was excelling in mathematics and mechanics. Teaching him was difficult but rewarding, as he seemed to eat up any information with a voracious appetite. Although Marcus held all of his students close to his heart, Jacobs was one that he hoped would grow to replace him. Both as a leader, and as a teacher.

Smiling, Marcus began speaking to his class. "Good evening class. Today, we're going to be studying history for our first period." A number of groans were heard, the young men and women not relishing in the opportunity. "Hey, hey! I think you all will be interested in today's lesson; Today, we will be learning about what was once called 'The Digital Era'. To give you an idea of when this era of time took place, it all occurred recently. More specifically, it was the time before the Fall." That, it seemed, got the attention of his students. Smirking, he continued. "For second period, we will be continuing our study on plant sciences." Groans.
"Now, before we continue, are there any questions about what we've covered so far?" asked Williams. There was a moment of silence, before one of his students raised their hand. "Yes, Erica?"

"Mister Williams, you've told us a lot about what happened before the Fall. We've read a lot about what happened before the Fall.. But what happened DURING the Fall? There was a war, but we never got beyond that..," The girl asked. Marcus took a moment to gather his thoughts.

"The Fall.. Was a war. A number of nations, or large of millions of people, fought against one another. There were two real sides to this war, although there were also numerous smaller ones participating. Even now some take sides, debating on which side of the conflict was justified, judging the war entirely on hearsay and stories from those who were there. To this day some shed blood in the name of these old nations and alliances. I couldn't say which side was right or wrong, because in my mind, they were both wrong. The Fall started over a small event, which escalated into a war. Millions died and millions more suffered, before one side decided to end it. They acted with intense force, and when the other side retaliated, things turned into what they are today. Nuclear missiles, weapons of mass destruction, were launched. Hundreds of them. They wiped out tens of millions in hours, before their after effects destroyed our once beautiful world," Williams lectured, his students paying close attention, Jacobs the only one taking notes.

"Listen carefully, students. I know many of you groan when I announce we're going to be studying history. However, we do not learn the subject for nothing. A philosopher of the old world once stated, 'Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.' Take these words to heart; Our forefathers studied history, yet did not learn a thing!" the elder men exclaimed. "They spent years of their lives learning about the past, and yet did not learn a single lesson from it! Those who came before made many mistakes, each more crucial than the last. Another philosopher once stated that, 'We learn from history that we do not learn from history.' Do not make the same mistakes as our predecessors. Learn from history. Remember that violence begets violence, and that once we throw aside our fellow man, we too are thrown aside. We stand together, or alone, fall apart. That is what Rampart stands for; We are a bulwark of cooperation and peace in a violent world. Remember that, my students. Stand for peace, above all."

The classroom was quiet, all of the students taking in the words from their teacher. Marcus simply stood there, catching his breath and thinking over his own words. Even Jacobs had stopped taking notes, staring intently at his teacher. The silence stretched, and eventually became too painful for the teacher to bear. "Are there any other questions, before me move on to plant sciences?" Marcus asked. He was met with silence. "Very well, all of you grab a plant science book from the back shelf, and turn to chapter nine.."
Striding through the wide streets of Rampart, Marcus Williams carried himself with a weary self confidence. The middle-aged man's battered suit fit him well, and gray hairs were the even of black on top of his head. His face, once handsome, was now wrinkled and covered in tumorous-looking growths. Squinting his eyes against the blowing winds, he walked towards one of the various outbuildings used as housing for the inhabitants of his town.

Various other figures waved at him, and he greeted them in turn. However, his mind was not focused on those around him. Instead he focused on the person he was about to meet with, a certain Amelia Cross. He had quick business with her, mostly something to pass the time until he had to teach his evening class. The woman was well known in the town as a plumber and electrician, and was Head of Utilities for the settlement. She also held one of the five seats in the City Council, representing the Trades Union, and was thus considered the most powerful woman in Rampart. She was also one of his former students; He recalled teaching her for several years fondly. Amelia Cross was a doer, and would accomplish anything her mind was set on.

Reaching the overhead door to her home and workshop, Williams knocked twice before stepping back to await her answering. Amelia responded moments later, pulling up on the garage door and revealing her seemingly trashed residence. The only hints of it being a home were the battered futon and hot plate in one corner, beside a small stack of jarred foods. Consuming the rest of the outbuilding were tables and workbenches covered in plumbing and electronics parts, old tools, and seemingly unrelated knick knacks. Nodding at each other, they both stepped inside, the younger woman leaving her door open. She wore a sweater and a pair of overalls, along with a pair of beaten up boots. Her auburn hair was flat and dry looking, but overall she was more attractive than almost any woman he'd seen since the the bombs had dropped.

Marcus stood patiently while Amelia finished her work on a small electronic, soldering together a number of tiny components. At a glance the elder man couldn't tell what purpose it held, although it appeared to be simple in function. The woman finished quickly, before turning her attention to her former teacher. "How's it going old man? This visit for business, or is it personal?" She asked, turning again to busy herself with some small tasks.

"Well, to answer your first question, I've actually been doing rather well. I'm actually enjoying the weather, I can feel my fingers without having to wear gloves," he grinned, Amelia returning one as she busied herself. "However, this is a business visit, with perhaps some time for a personal visit afterward if you're free."

Amelia raised her eyebrow at Marcus, smirking. "Mister Williams, I always have time for a quick visit from you. After all, you gave me that small stepping stone I need to leap to greatness!" she exclaimed, twirling quickly before settling down to sit on one of her benches. "But if you've got to, we can settle any business we need to. Is it serious?"

"No, I wouldn't say serious," Williams began. "I just need you to have a look at some things. I've been receiving a few complaints about the electricity cutting in and out at the community library, to the point that it's interrupting some student's studies. There's also an issue with the plumbing at the hydro plant.."

Cross groaned, an exasperated look crossing her face. "The hydro plant's plumbing is such a bitch! It's always flooding whenever the river rises even an inch, and it always smells like stagnant water! Why can't you get another poor plumber to work on that damned thing?" she cried. Marcus could only roll his eyes and grin at her antics.

"Amelia, you know you're the only one qualified to deal with the hydro plant. It's the heart of our settlement, and I don't want to take any risks on this," he explained to her, although he knew the woman already knew that. "You're the best I have, you know that. I need both jobs done as soon as possible, preferably starting with the plant." He was met with another obnoxiously loud groan as the woman seemingly dragged herself off her bench.

"Well, I suppose it would be best to save the best for last. Looks like I have a lot of work to do now, I don't think I'll have time for that personal visit. Thanks a lot, boss," she deadpanned, as she began gathering certain tools into a bag and grabbed one of her larger boxes. Marcus could only continue to smile. Amelia truly was one of his star students; One of the few he could count on.

"Don't be a stranger, Cross. Visit more often, it gets boring always sitting in my study. Make sure everything gets done, and I'll see you tonight for the meeting," he called out as he began walking away. He smirked at the exclamation of 'Fuck, that's tonight!?' and continued on. He had to finish grading a number of his student's answers from the previous lesson, and also improve the lesson plans for next week. He would be busy until class time, and then immediately afterwards he had a Council Meeting. Sighing, he condemned himself to a day of paperwork and bureaucracy.
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