Teal

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP

South of Westlake village, there is a nice diner with a clear view of the docks. They serve some decent food there, and if you take the backdoor, you’ll gain access to a huge shooting range. Of course, it’s a makeshift shooting range. It’s prohibited by the law to shoot a gun in that place, but with most of the houses evacuated and with Los Angeles in total chaos, people have stopped caring.

Before the Maybark incident, the diner was said to be owned by some hard-ass republican who went by the name of Mike..Marco, or whatever. After the situation got awry though, he left the country. How patriotic of him, right? With the place ditched and no one to take care of it, a former Navy by the name of Robert Grayfield took it. A decorated sniper, or so they say. Alec had met the old man before a couple of times while he was serving as an instructor for the Navy. He confirmed the old man was no joke. He knew what he spoke of, and he gave Miller a lot of tips that would serve him well in his many battles.

After a two month hiatus, Alec felt he was getting rusty. He needed to see for himself if he still possessed the same accuracy that killed two people with a single bullet.

He opened the old rusty front door to the diner. As he went by, there was a slightly annoying creak caused by it as it was closing. The place was falling apart. Maintaining a consistent pace, he proceeded to the counter, holding a black briefcase in his right hand. Bob was nowhere to be seen. Instead, there was a young girl by the age of 20 to 21 who was taking care of stuff – presumably his niece. The sound the floor made when Miller sat in one of the stools at the counter attracted the young lady’s attention, only for her to get a little startled by his yellow eyes. The girl’s reaction provoked a smirk by his side, as he slowly dropped the briefcase in the ground.

“Can I help you, sir?”, a noticeable crack occurred in the girl’s voice as she was saying that. She was somewhat concerned.

“Yeah. I’m an old friend of Bob. He said he’d be here, but that if he wasn’t, his nephew would prep the shooting range for me. I take it you’re not his nephew, right?”, Alec’s monotone voice almost echoed through the empty diner.

The girl let a nervous smile “Yeah, he told us about you.” She pointed at the backdoor; “Right that way. Tristan’s waiting for you.”

Alec nodded, got a hold of his briefcase back and began moving.

There was a huge contrast between the interior of the diner and the shooting range. The diner was mostly painted brown and smelled of cigarettes, the kind of place you’d label as a shitstain in your Westlake map. The shooting range, in the other hand, was breathtaking. The grass was mowed down carefully, judging by the straight lines, and the field covered approximately 6 km, which made it a perfect place for Alec to hone his aim.

In the middle of the field, there was a small wooden shelter with a white blanket set up in the ground for snipers to lay down and prepare for the target practice. Tristan, a dark-haired blue-eyed somewhat skinny boy, was a few feet to the right of the shelter. One could easily tell that he was related to the girl from the diner, as they shared so many similarities. It didn’t take much for the boy to notice the long-haired meta overlooking the wind flags which were positioned between the firing line and the already prepared target. He, too, instantly noticed his strange eyes, but his reaction was entirely different from his sister’s. Tristan approached the man with precaution, like a well-trained soldier would approach a booby trap, and waited long enough for Alec to shift his gaze at him so he could get a clearer look at his eyes.

“Wow. Cool set of lenses. Where can I get them?”, the boy straightforwardly asked. He was way too naïve for a guy who was half-way through puberty.

“I bought them in a local store, downtown LA.”, Alec decided to play along.

“Wait. I recognize these scars.”, the boy enthusiastically pronounced, like he had just won the lottery. “Grandpa told me a lot about you! He said you’re a pretty good shot. He requested me to set up your target 1,8 miles away, but I thought he was tripping. So, if you want I can move it closer.”

“It’s fine. “, Alec uttered, slightly surprised at the kid’s straightforward attitude. The last thing you want to do when you first meet a former soldier is mention his scars. It brings back a lot of memories. Alec decided to keep his cool and not make a big fuss about it, though. He just shrugged it off as genetic, since he recalled Robert being just as brutally honest as his kin.

The former SEALs operative casually dropped his jacket, and along with it, his black briefcase. He opened the briefcase, revealing parts of a complete deadly weapon – his Walther WA 2000, one of his most treasured possessions. Conceived in West Germany, only 176 of them were built due to the high cost of the rifle. Alec got his hands on one during his career as Metakiller and although he tried to throw it away several times for the main reason that it reminded him of painful times, he just couldn’t make himself to. The boy, Tristan, also seemed to be a gun enthusiast, as his jaw dropped the minute he began assembling the gun. He made a few comments about how the gun is rare and valuable, comments Miller was quick to ignore.

After positioning himself nicely inside the shooting cabin, Miller placed his right eye in the sniper’s scope. Bob’s brat nephew was observing the targets with a pair of binoculars he had on his neck just earlier. Alec would often take an occasional glimpse at the wind flags before repositioning himself back. He took a deep breath, held it and pulled the trigger. The bullet missed the head of the target by a few centimeters.

“Damn!”, he swore under his breath.

“Need a spotter?”, said Tristan, his face covered by a wide sly smile. Alec yet again ignored him.

The second time, he performed the same routine; looking at the flags, at the scope, then at the flags again before taking the shot. This time though, he managed to pierce the head. Tristan’s reaction was followed by a ‘wow!’ remark, a nice change from his occasionally hurtful ones.

After he was done, Miller disassembled his weapon, placed it in the briefcase, grabbed his jacket, said goodbye to Tristan, who drove away in a golf cart to remove the holed up paper target, and made his way back to the diner. While in there, he handed the girl a bunch of 100 dollar bills wrapped in a rubber band, despite her insistence that he gave her more than required, before finally mounting his Sandcat. His times as Metakiller, although pointlessly violent, granted him enough money to live a good life for the following years ‘till he finally passes away.

While Los Angeles itself was pretty crowded this time of the year, the streets leading to Los Angeles were more like a barren wasteland. That was good news for Alec, whose armored car was too heavy to maneuver through the LA traffic. He was ready to return back to the messed up world he once knew, and actually do something to fix it. Alec came a long way from being a contract killer to a registered superhero. He had a swift change of ideologies, actually giving himself a purpose greater than him; becoming a bearer of justice.

While his ideologies have changed, his ways of achieving the desired outcome haven’t. Deep down, there’s still a dark side in him which has planted a notion in his mind, the notion that every major obstacle can be resolved by attacking it’s roots and not wasting any time with the collateral damage.

Alec slowly navigated the empty streets that forwarded to LA, his left hand holding the wheel while his right one was pressing his phone against his ear. He was listening to a voice mail left by one of the spokesmen at the Metahuman registration committee, talking about how his registration is complete and how they’re making sure to keep his existence a secret, requests he personally made before signing up. His glowing yellow eyes and his attire could reveal a lot about him, so he had to make sure there would be no billboard with his face anywhere in or near LA. After the voicemail ended, he carelessly threw the phone in the passenger seat and turned the radio on. It took him some time before finding the right frequency, but he managed. A news station was broadcasting what sounded like a speech. Alec wasn’t sure as he caught it half-way, but judging by the aggressive tone of the speaker, it sounded pretty important. He turned the volume up.

“So, we must come to the conclusion that these...heroes are working in league with the monsters from earlier."

“What heroes? What monsters?!”, Alec thought to himself.

"Do we not live in the land of the free, yet we are trapped under the boot of a government which has been infiltrated and converted! So, I hereby invite every man, woman and child to march with me. We will show them true power and we will show them that we are not the ones who are subjugated. Quite the opposite, in fact, because if not us, who? If not now, when?"

The lone hero had no idea what that man meant, but it clearly was bad. He stepped on the gas as much as he could and rapidly boosted himself through.

He had to get back to L.A.

He had to learn what was going on.

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP

I don't know how my character can make a transition into this, so I guess I'll sit this one out and wait for the second arc.
I'm gonna keep an eye on this thread, but I'd appreciate it if someone threw me a PM when the next arc is ready, just in case I miss it.

The Gifted: A Fast-Paced Superpower RP (Still accepting! New storyline beginning soon!)

As I said, experimental mode is very risky, so a calculative man such as Alec will use it sparingly. Rational mode seems nothing out of ordinary. I don't even think it counts as a superpower. Anyone with a long attention span can pull that off.

Edit: What should I do now? Can I post or should I wait for you guys to get done with what you're up to?

The Gifted: A Fast-Paced Superpower RP (Still accepting! New storyline beginning soon!)

I'm done. Tell me what you think about it.

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP

"Lighthouse"

Full Name: Alec Miller.
Age: 35.
Alias: Lighthouse.
Alignment: Heroes.

Description: First thing that you'll notice when you first get to meet Alec are his many
scars. He has one that crosses his nose and a big wound that covers most of his right eye,
especially his eyelids. Off-duty, he sports a green jacket and a pair of beige pants along
with a nice pair of black military boots. His Lighthouse alter ego wears a standard spec ops
suit, with a mask covering his nose and anything below it. Another defining trait that he
possesses are his radiant eyes, courtesy of his powers.

He stands at 5'10 and weighs 179 kilograms.

Powers: Penetrative vision - Alec's most precious ability is the penetrative vision. With
it, he can clearly see through a 12 inches thick wall, and I'm not exaggerating the
'clearly' part. He can make out important features such as tattoos, birthmarks, battle scars, et cetera.
As the ability is obviously connected to his brain, Alec can tap on his brain willingly
and then fix his vision to cover as much field as he wants. Which leads us to his other ability

Cerebro mode; rational and experimental - There are rare moments where we get to experience
something in slow-motion. Alec can do that everyday, basically. As mentioned previously,
he can tap into his brain willingly and fix his vision, but he can also switch between
two neural modes that affect his battle performance - rational and experimental. Rational
is related to rational decision making part of the brain (hence the name). It allows him
to assess his chances at winning a battle, find out new items to use for different purposes
or even create an escape route. The experimental mode, in the other hand, is where the fun
is. Taping into experimental mode allows his adrenaline levels to increase, which in turn
makes everything in slow-mo. In reality, it's actually him who is moving slightly faster
than your average joe.

Needless to say, the experimental mode is risky. If shit hits the fan, he might not be able
to switch back to normal without having himself drained of stamina first

Skills: While both of Alec's powers serve him good in a battle, they don't directly lead
to physical harm. That's where Alec comes in.

As a former NAVY Seals operative, Miller is proficient in light and heavy firearms. He is also
very good at Krav Maga, an Israeli fighting technique which relies on quick takedowns.

Equipment: Since Alec mostly relies on his gained skills, he is almost all the time in the
background, providing covering fire. He uses a Walther 2000 sniper rifle just for that.
To avoid close encounters, he uses a FN Five-Seven w/ talon grips and a silencer, so as to get a clean kill.
When close combat can't be avoided, his Tracker knife does the job.

As means of transportation, he owns a MRAP (Mine Resistant Ambush Protected) Plasan Sandcat

Ranking: C Rank

Brief History: Before his powers began to surface, Alec was a decorated Navy SEALs operative
working under the guise of a secret sub-branch codenamed 'Arclight'. The revelation of his
powers led to him losing his mind and, with it, his job as a NAVY Seals. However, the worst
was yet to come. His fiancé, Penelope, who was an investigative journalist working on a case
possibly related to the metahumans, died by the hands of one. Fueled by grief Alec snapped
and went on to adapt an anti-hero persona called Metakiller. He would give himself to
anyone who wanted the head of a metahuman in a plate, no exception. After being saved by one
of the members of the Magi superhero squad, Alec soon began to have a gradual change of heart.
He realized the error of his ways and began to consider the possibility not every metahuman is evil
He went cold for two months before finally resurfacing by the alias of Lighthouse, a reference
to his radiating eyes.

The Gifted: A Fast-Paced Superpower RP (Still accepting! New storyline beginning soon!)

Was wondering, can I try out for a spot? It appears I came late, but this seems like a fun opportunity to miss.

Dreamweavers

Just thought to let you know I am finished with mine, If I am still in time.

Edit: You know what, I am pulling off. I don't think my character would fit on this RP, and I am very lousy at playing 10-to-12 year old kids. For some reason, I can't RP with a character that I can't relate at all.

Dreamweavers

Name: Alec Talbot.

Age: 16.

Gender: Male.

Appearance:

Alec

Also, no. His appearance doesn't change in the dream world.

Personality: Often calm and collective, Alec is not what he makes himself to be in front of his friends. He never really responds to any of the daily insults thrown at him, neither does he bother to listen at his complaining siblings. He lives inside his own mind, and for that reason alone is perceived as a weirdo by the school's cool and edgy kids. In his dreams though, Alec turns into what he really is; an extremely creative and witty little fella.

History: When he was just 12, Alec had to witness several complications in his life. His parents filed for a divorce, with his Mom winning the custody. His Dad left the country soon after that while his mother married an established movie star. At first, Alec really enjoyed being the step-son of a rich actor. However, he completely changed his mind when he met his daughter, Alec's older step-sister. They never really went well with each other, so Alec's mom decided to have him live with her in a nice apartment downtown so that they could bond. Although they have grown more fond of each other, they still have their clashes.

Alec is born with a rare genetic mutation, blue hair to be more specific. To add even more to his androgynous look, he also has blue eyes and is very petite for a guy of his age, hence why he is continuously bullied by his classmates. That is the main reason why he enjoys lucid dreaming so much.

Thoughts: Since most of the thoughts on how to improve the RP were mostly related to the dreamworld, perhaps I could suggest a few for the waking world. Maybe our characters could form a club of some sort, or face a real threat of some sort. I have no idea how far you're trying to take this RP, so I really can't seem suggest anything better.

2/24/14 22:06 p.m

Dreamweavers

Seems fun. Is there a slot for me?

No Man's Land ICheck.

Well, I have no idea how the government would have reacted if a zombie outbreak truly happened to be honest. This is just me, working on my own.

And yeah, you got it right about the powers.

If I really knew this would generate as much interest, I would have moved it to 1x1 roleplay.