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I really like the setting, and I have to admit, I had my doubts about the fact that the GM had that many characters. I was very relieved you played all of them as an individual characters and I would like to applaud you for that. This is the first time I've seen that much diversity in characters from one single person. Chapeau!
To be honest, I would like to have a partner in the rich department. Even though I like to play misguided (yet secretly very nice) characters, I have the idea that my singular rich character is an antagonist, with all of the other PC's on the other side. I know this is probably rather far-sought, but I would prefer someone to collaborate with.
Marc
Marc watched as the students climbed up and down the stage, each showing off their powers. He was very impressed and bewildered by all these powers. It had only been 6 years since he knew of this kind of stuff and some here were even 5 million years old! He looked around and noticing the pause of people climbing the stage he gathered he might as well introduce himself.
He climbed the stage, put on a big and rather characteristic smile and waved to his fellow students. "Hello, my name is Marc Specter and I'm dead." For effect he let his body topple over and crash into the crowd, while his spectral form, looking exactly the same, but with an eerie blue glow, still stood in the same spot. "Luckily, I'm also a ghost. So, I'm not that dead. I can pretty much do everything a ghost should be able to do. Changing shape, intangible, invisible and possessing bodies. I can also create and manipulate ectoplasm, a ghost substance that is mostly unaffected by the laws of nature."
His body stood up and his spectral flew of the stage and back into his body. He smiled at the person standing next to him and made his way back to his old spot.
Marc watched as the students climbed up and down the stage, each showing off their powers. He was very impressed and bewildered by all these powers. It had only been 6 years since he knew of this kind of stuff and some here were even 5 million years old! He looked around and noticing the pause of people climbing the stage he gathered he might as well introduce himself.
He climbed the stage, put on a big and rather characteristic smile and waved to his fellow students. "Hello, my name is Marc Specter and I'm dead." For effect he let his body topple over and crash into the crowd, while his spectral form, looking exactly the same, but with an eerie blue glow, still stood in the same spot. "Luckily, I'm also a ghost. So, I'm not that dead. I can pretty much do everything a ghost should be able to do. Changing shape, intangible, invisible and possessing bodies. I can also create and manipulate ectoplasm, a ghost substance that is mostly unaffected by the laws of nature."
His body stood up and his spectral flew of the stage and back into his body. He smiled at the person standing next to him and made his way back to his old spot.
Can i still join?
Name: Marcus Willems
Age: 18
Looks:
Side: Students
Thoughts about other side: Marc has lived a very rich and sheltered life and has never been exposed to those who have nothing. He believes that everyone should have the basic rights and thinks everyone should have the chance to develop themselves. He thinks that everyone who doesn't have basic necessities is just an idiot who can't manage their resources and therefore plain stupid and he can't stand stupid people. He does not believe in giving away stuff, to get something you have to earn it. He actually is a rather honest and kind person, however his sheltered life give him a distorted view on reality.
Other: Marc usually wears suits. He is a member of a high school fraternity. In most aspects he is a true frat boy.
Name: Marcus Willems
Age: 18
Looks:
Side: Students
Thoughts about other side: Marc has lived a very rich and sheltered life and has never been exposed to those who have nothing. He believes that everyone should have the basic rights and thinks everyone should have the chance to develop themselves. He thinks that everyone who doesn't have basic necessities is just an idiot who can't manage their resources and therefore plain stupid and he can't stand stupid people. He does not believe in giving away stuff, to get something you have to earn it. He actually is a rather honest and kind person, however his sheltered life give him a distorted view on reality.
Other: Marc usually wears suits. He is a member of a high school fraternity. In most aspects he is a true frat boy.
Marc closed the door behind him. He knew the light in the interrogation room was barely enough to see. To him however, it was as bright as a sunny day. He heard the breathing of the suspect picking up pace and an increase in heartbeat. Slowly Marc unpacked his bag and put a small skinning knife, a pair of pliers and a rusty spoon on the table. Calmly he sat down and for the first time he looked directly at the suspect.
“This morning you’ve had gluten-free breakfast cereal and a glass of apple juice as breakfast. I can smell it from your breath, despite the fact that you brushed your teeth with prodent toothpaste. I can also smell you have sweaty hand palms. I’m here because I can sense things. I can hear the blood pumping through your veins and can smell the fear building up in you.”
With one swift movement Marc grabbed the skinning knife and jammed it between the suspect’s index and middle finger against the skin of the hand. The suspect jerked his hand back and Marc was overwhelmed with the stench of fear induced sweat.
“I’m also here because I’m very precise. Now, I’m going to ask you questions and it’s in your best interest to answer truthfully, you don’t want to know what the spoon is for.”
An hour later Marc stepped out of the interrogation room, glad to be free from that sweaty stinkhole. He got the answers the officers wanted, and knew they were 100% true. He chuckled at the thought of fear in the man’s eyes whenever he looked at the spoon. He had no idea what to do with it, but somehow everyone was deadly afraid of it. He made his way up the stairs and headed to Peter’s office and changed his voice to that of Peter’s wife.
“PETER! Why is that secretary still here! I told you to get rid of that bimbo!” Marc yelled out with the voice of Peter’s wife. Peter looked up panicked from his desk. “It isn’t what you…” He started, before realizing who stood before him and frowning. “Goddammit Marc, cut the crap! Did you at least get what we asked you?”
“Of course, everything is on tape.” Marc laughed, his voice back to normal. “If that was all I’ll be on my way again.”
“No that’s not all. We got a high priority S.H.I.E.L.D. call. They want you to go to their HQ in the States, Stat. They didn’t specify why. Transport has been arranged. Can’t say I’m disappointed to see you leave after that joke…” Peter replied.
“We both know I know that isn’t true.” Marc replied. He shook hands with Peter and barely suppressed a grimace. Physical contact hurt him, especially a strong handshake like Peter’s. “Well, take care of yourself. I’ll see you when I get back.”
Only a couple of hours later Marc had is stuff packed and was on his way to the states in a S.H.I.E.L.D. jet. Much to his dismay, Marc could still hear the turbines raging, even through the noise cancelling headphones. Luckily, the drinks cabinet was fully stocked. The alcohol would suffice to dull his senses enough to ignore that blasted sound so he could get some sleep before arriving in New York.
“This morning you’ve had gluten-free breakfast cereal and a glass of apple juice as breakfast. I can smell it from your breath, despite the fact that you brushed your teeth with prodent toothpaste. I can also smell you have sweaty hand palms. I’m here because I can sense things. I can hear the blood pumping through your veins and can smell the fear building up in you.”
With one swift movement Marc grabbed the skinning knife and jammed it between the suspect’s index and middle finger against the skin of the hand. The suspect jerked his hand back and Marc was overwhelmed with the stench of fear induced sweat.
“I’m also here because I’m very precise. Now, I’m going to ask you questions and it’s in your best interest to answer truthfully, you don’t want to know what the spoon is for.”
An hour later Marc stepped out of the interrogation room, glad to be free from that sweaty stinkhole. He got the answers the officers wanted, and knew they were 100% true. He chuckled at the thought of fear in the man’s eyes whenever he looked at the spoon. He had no idea what to do with it, but somehow everyone was deadly afraid of it. He made his way up the stairs and headed to Peter’s office and changed his voice to that of Peter’s wife.
“PETER! Why is that secretary still here! I told you to get rid of that bimbo!” Marc yelled out with the voice of Peter’s wife. Peter looked up panicked from his desk. “It isn’t what you…” He started, before realizing who stood before him and frowning. “Goddammit Marc, cut the crap! Did you at least get what we asked you?”
“Of course, everything is on tape.” Marc laughed, his voice back to normal. “If that was all I’ll be on my way again.”
“No that’s not all. We got a high priority S.H.I.E.L.D. call. They want you to go to their HQ in the States, Stat. They didn’t specify why. Transport has been arranged. Can’t say I’m disappointed to see you leave after that joke…” Peter replied.
“We both know I know that isn’t true.” Marc replied. He shook hands with Peter and barely suppressed a grimace. Physical contact hurt him, especially a strong handshake like Peter’s. “Well, take care of yourself. I’ll see you when I get back.”
Only a couple of hours later Marc had is stuff packed and was on his way to the states in a S.H.I.E.L.D. jet. Much to his dismay, Marc could still hear the turbines raging, even through the noise cancelling headphones. Luckily, the drinks cabinet was fully stocked. The alcohol would suffice to dull his senses enough to ignore that blasted sound so he could get some sleep before arriving in New York.
Might as well post a picture of me.
I just printed out a moustache and a sombrero and taped them to my shirt.
I just printed out a moustache and a sombrero and taped them to my shirt.
Marc stood at the bow of the boat, looking into the distance. He looked like a regular eighteen year old guy. The one thing that stood out most was a particularly nasty looking scar around his neck. The other thing was an absent-minded look, the same as someone who has been daydreaming and wasn't in the moment anymore. This was true even more so for Marc, as he really wasn't there. Of course, his body was, but his mind and soul were in a completely different place.
In fact his spirit form was cruising right beneath the boat, looking at the wonders of underwater life. A school of fish swam 'through him' peacefully. He quickly materialized in the form of a shark and laughed as the fish darted away in complete and utter panic. His corporeal body heard someone ask him to move, so he made his way back to his body. Inside his own body again, he smiled apologetically and moved aside.
In fact his spirit form was cruising right beneath the boat, looking at the wonders of underwater life. A school of fish swam 'through him' peacefully. He quickly materialized in the form of a shark and laughed as the fish darted away in complete and utter panic. His corporeal body heard someone ask him to move, so he made his way back to his body. Inside his own body again, he smiled apologetically and moved aside.
Ectoplasm is basically what the ghost world is made from. Usually it is described as a green sickly goo that doesn't interact with the normal world, unless forced too. It gives me a very flexible material to play with.
http://powerlisting.wikia.com/wiki/Ectoplasm_Manipulation
http://powerlisting.wikia.com/wiki/Ectoplasm_Manipulation
In that case I gave him ectoplasm manipulation as a power. Don't need any more :)
Student Character Sheet
Name: Marc Specter
Nickname: Spectre
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Species: Ghost
Appearance:
He usually appears as a ghostly blue image
, as that is the easiest for him to identify with. He has a large scar on his neck from when his head was cut off. The ghostly glow is just for show, and he can turn it on and off as he pleases.
Personality: Marc is a friendly and warm person. He has a rather relaxed attitude, though is by no means a slacker. He likes to make jokes and tries to make the best of life. Or un-life…
Bio: Marc was born and raised in a rather normal family. He was lovingly raised, though at times his parents were very distant, almost as if they weren't there, other times they seemed as if they had switched places with each other. He didn't think much of it, he just assumed that it was normal. He went to elementary school, had friends, and basically he was a very normal person. At his 12th birthday, his parents told him they had a big surprise for him, and ritually slaughtered him.
At first he was very pissed about this, as anyone would. It was only then that he noticed he still had feelings and consciousness. It was then that his parents appeared beside him and told him they were descendants of an ancient magic family, who gained immortality by becoming ghosts. They thought him the basics of being a ghost and he was sent to the Final Academy.
Power: Ectoplasm Manipulation: Marc is able to create and manipulate ectoplasm, a ghost substance that is able to ignore most other kinds of materials and energies.
Ability 1: Spirit Physiology: Intangible, invisible, incorporeal and shapeless. He is however able to materialize, change these things and appear however he wants. He usually appears as how his body would look, though he can look however he wants.
Ability 2: Possession: Marc is able to posses bodies. The easiest are those who are dead or weak willed individuals. He is also able to party possess bodies, allowing him to speak to them telepathically, or share bodies.
Ability 3: Magical body: Marc's body has been magically preserved. It is unable to be possessed unless Marc allows it. It also heals from every injury, and even when it is completely destroyed, Marc is able to recreate it. Other than this it doesn't serve any purpose and is just a very durable vessel for him to wear.
Markings: On his neck he has a large scar from when his head was cut off.
Family: His parents are alive. Well, not really, but they are ghosts, just like him.
Friends: None anymore. He had to leave his friends behind when he died and was sent to Final Academy.
Sentimental Attachment: His body.
Name: Marc Specter
Nickname: Spectre
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Species: Ghost
Appearance:
He usually appears as a ghostly blue image
Personality: Marc is a friendly and warm person. He has a rather relaxed attitude, though is by no means a slacker. He likes to make jokes and tries to make the best of life. Or un-life…
Bio: Marc was born and raised in a rather normal family. He was lovingly raised, though at times his parents were very distant, almost as if they weren't there, other times they seemed as if they had switched places with each other. He didn't think much of it, he just assumed that it was normal. He went to elementary school, had friends, and basically he was a very normal person. At his 12th birthday, his parents told him they had a big surprise for him, and ritually slaughtered him.
At first he was very pissed about this, as anyone would. It was only then that he noticed he still had feelings and consciousness. It was then that his parents appeared beside him and told him they were descendants of an ancient magic family, who gained immortality by becoming ghosts. They thought him the basics of being a ghost and he was sent to the Final Academy.
Power: Ectoplasm Manipulation: Marc is able to create and manipulate ectoplasm, a ghost substance that is able to ignore most other kinds of materials and energies.
Ability 1: Spirit Physiology: Intangible, invisible, incorporeal and shapeless. He is however able to materialize, change these things and appear however he wants. He usually appears as how his body would look, though he can look however he wants.
Ability 2: Possession: Marc is able to posses bodies. The easiest are those who are dead or weak willed individuals. He is also able to party possess bodies, allowing him to speak to them telepathically, or share bodies.
Ability 3: Magical body: Marc's body has been magically preserved. It is unable to be possessed unless Marc allows it. It also heals from every injury, and even when it is completely destroyed, Marc is able to recreate it. Other than this it doesn't serve any purpose and is just a very durable vessel for him to wear.
Markings: On his neck he has a large scar from when his head was cut off.
Family: His parents are alive. Well, not really, but they are ghosts, just like him.
Friends: None anymore. He had to leave his friends behind when he died and was sent to Final Academy.
Sentimental Attachment: His body.
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