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Oldguild: Jman2220
I've been roleplaying on here for a while and have met some great people. I generally do Casual as free tend to move too quickly and all of the advanced roleplays I've tried have fallen apart.
...definitely need to update this soon
I've been roleplaying on here for a while and have met some great people. I generally do Casual as free tend to move too quickly and all of the advanced roleplays I've tried have fallen apart.
...definitely need to update this soon
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Should some people have to drop out I would be very interested. However I wont try and force my way in if everyone is still in
Definitely interested. I like the flow of 3 compared to 4 however I will say I like the fact that you can actually control your teammates xD
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Forum: Casual Interest Checks
2:30 AM........I'll post a CS when I can later today >.<
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Basically this would be similar to Gatchaman: Crowds. However it takes place on an alternate Earth. The characters from the show still exist however they are currently not Gatchamen. Berg Katse never invaded this Earth and things are proceeding as normal. The GALAX app still exists however the CROWDS ability does not.
People start mysteriously disappearing and in the exact spot they vanished is a symbol. Even paving over the symbol does nothing as it just appears on top of the new pavement the next day. So, a new team of Gatchamen is formed under the guidance of one of the old members. Gatchamen in this world however, have specific abilities as designated by their NOTE color.
White: Create a double of themselves
Green: Ability to teleport up to ten feet
Black: Turn invisible for up to five minutes
Pink: Flight for fifty feet
Red: Power mimicry (one seen power for five minutes)
Yellow: Strong melee (goes into a 'rage' mode causing their Gathchaman suit to adjust accordingly)
Purple: Ability to create up to three forcefields the size of half a person
Orange: Ability to shapeshift into other people for five minutes
Blue: Ability to heal small injuries such as cuts and bruises
These powers will of course upgrade with the experience of the Gatchaman. However to start, each has the limit described per transformation (because who doesn't like a little comedy every now and then?)
Interest?
People start mysteriously disappearing and in the exact spot they vanished is a symbol. Even paving over the symbol does nothing as it just appears on top of the new pavement the next day. So, a new team of Gatchamen is formed under the guidance of one of the old members. Gatchamen in this world however, have specific abilities as designated by their NOTE color.
White: Create a double of themselves
Green: Ability to teleport up to ten feet
Black: Turn invisible for up to five minutes
Pink: Flight for fifty feet
Red: Power mimicry (one seen power for five minutes)
Yellow: Strong melee (goes into a 'rage' mode causing their Gathchaman suit to adjust accordingly)
Purple: Ability to create up to three forcefields the size of half a person
Orange: Ability to shapeshift into other people for five minutes
Blue: Ability to heal small injuries such as cuts and bruises
These powers will of course upgrade with the experience of the Gatchaman. However to start, each has the limit described per transformation (because who doesn't like a little comedy every now and then?)
Interest?
Hunter groaned as he rolled out of bed keeping his eyes closed tightly. The sunlight continued to filter through his eyelids regardless as he struggled to stay asleep. His mother called his name from downstairs and he loudly grunted a response. He had every intention to get up and go to school, just not at this particular moment. He wanted to continue the dream he was having.He could almost actually taste the delicious strawberry waffles and he had a strong desire to eat them even if they weren't real. He had been just about to drift off to sleep when from the corner of his room he heard the one voice he was not looking forward to.
"Your mom has a beautiful pair of C-cups Hunter. I'm very jealous."
It was at that moment that his eyes snapped open. That stupid sword hilt was talking to him about boobs again. What he wouldn't give to just throw the thing out the window. But there was the small problem where he had made a pact with the thing. He got up out of bed, picked up the sword hilt roughly (to which it responded with: "you have to be gentle with a woman's boobs you know".) and he shoved it into his bag for school. He began to get dressed, refused to comb his hair, and trotted down stairs. A muffled voice could be heard from inside his bag, but he couldn't make out the words (thankfully). He approached his mom and gave her a kiss on the cheek grabbed some toast and said "I love you. I'll see you tonight" before waling out the door.
When he finally arrived at school he headed straight for the gym. He laid his bag down and began his morning training. 20 push-ups, 30 sit-ups, 40 jumping jacks, 10 mins. jumping rope, and finally 15 mins. shadow boxing. He knew no one ever used the gym in the morning as this was where he came every day. He was never disturbed and thus never lost his focus. Besides, most people in school were too afraid of him to approach him anyway.
"Your mom has a beautiful pair of C-cups Hunter. I'm very jealous."
It was at that moment that his eyes snapped open. That stupid sword hilt was talking to him about boobs again. What he wouldn't give to just throw the thing out the window. But there was the small problem where he had made a pact with the thing. He got up out of bed, picked up the sword hilt roughly (to which it responded with: "you have to be gentle with a woman's boobs you know".) and he shoved it into his bag for school. He began to get dressed, refused to comb his hair, and trotted down stairs. A muffled voice could be heard from inside his bag, but he couldn't make out the words (thankfully). He approached his mom and gave her a kiss on the cheek grabbed some toast and said "I love you. I'll see you tonight" before waling out the door.
When he finally arrived at school he headed straight for the gym. He laid his bag down and began his morning training. 20 push-ups, 30 sit-ups, 40 jumping jacks, 10 mins. jumping rope, and finally 15 mins. shadow boxing. He knew no one ever used the gym in the morning as this was where he came every day. He was never disturbed and thus never lost his focus. Besides, most people in school were too afraid of him to approach him anyway.
Mizuho said
Oh, so it's the same name in English too
At least the version I've seen
Hooray minority 
Mizuho said
Oh my god. That picture. I know that dude, but I don't know his name in English. <3
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