just saying headsprouter (who is a friend of mine in real life) wanted to re enter roachman, he sometimes has internet problems and he can't copy and paste text so I just want to make you guys aware of that seeing has he hasn't got round to posting.
nuba km: just saying headsprouter (who is a friend of mine in real life) wanted to re enter roachman, he sometimes has internet problems and he can't copy and paste text so I just want to make you guys aware of that seeing has he hasn't got round to posting.
Really?...He Should've said something about that sooner, Dang it, I'll tell the others...
nuba km: just saying headsprouter (who is a friend of mine in real life) wanted to re enter roachman, he sometimes has internet problems and he can't copy and paste text so I just want to make you guys aware of that seeing has he hasn't got round to posting.
Really?...He Should've said something about that sooner, Dang it, I'll tell the others...
He didn't realize you started this thread till I told him today.
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Just took a quick read to freshen my memory of what you spluttered to me orally, it's awesome, but it's a bit funny in how it tries to fit into the context. You've juxtaposed Indiana Jones with Batman, and it will be interesting to see how you fit, say an Elder Scrolls character Into Fallout scenarios, as a similarly warped example. Should you get accepted, of course.
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It should be noted that my computer is utterly broken and that, for a while, I will be constrained to my iPod, meaning shorter posts.
avouleance2nd: Shared back story anyone? Could be fun to set up.
An idea I had was you're from England right? Well, anyways it was that one of the two family's my guy killed was on vacation there with their hero dad/mom/sister/etc. and I met you there and we both decided it was in our best interests to kill the hero, but I'm always taking it a step further and killing the entire family. Anyways, we had to flee the country and went back to Parapen because it was a gathering point for villians. We got nabbed in the raid and I don't know what happens from there because this hasn't started yet.
This is really a rough draft more than anything, but I mostly go with outlines for most stuff and fill in the blanks as the character goes along.
That works for me. And there might be a reason why he can't un-cripple her/ heal her hand which is that they were genetic deformities and not injuries. She'd be willing to help him kill for the healing attempt but I can't see her taking his failure well. She wouldn't have known to go to America herself, so that'll probably have been your idea. You think they'll have got on?
That works for me. And there might be a reason why he can't un-cripple her/ heal her hand which is that they were genetic deformities and not injuries. She'd be willing to help him kill for the healing attempt but I can't see her taking his failure well. She wouldn't have known to go to America herself, so that'll probably have been your idea. You think they'll have got on?
Yeah, I'd agree with you on the deformities thing, since I was thinking that he can't change genetic structure, only work with what's there and speed things up a substantial amount. Which for the average person means death by blood vessel rupture or something along those lines.
Ok, I got the impression from your sheet that you had some kind of code because you had tried to help save lives before and then your power manifested. I thought we could have some kind of friction on that point since my guy has very little morals when it comes to heroes and their families. But not liking that he couldn't heal her works for me too.
And by got on, what do you mean? I know I'm American, so we start off ignorant and become even more so as time goes on, but I see it as either if they get along well, if they got on the plane/boat/traveling apparatus, to which I'd reply as yes seeing as how they were both wanted or at least suspected and people wanted don't normally do well alone from what I understand in this world.
She doesn't really have a code, she's pretty amoral (she's realised she sucks at anything other than killing) so the only think that really stops her is sportsmanship (she won't kill children not because it's wrong but just because it's too easy) that might cause problems. But aside from that I can agree
She doesn't really have a code, she's pretty amoral (she's realised she sucks at anything other than killing) so the only think that really stops her is sportsmanship (she won't kill children not because it's wrong but just because it's too easy) that might cause problems. But aside from that I can agree
Yeah, the only code he really has is a modified kindergarten code, except when it comes to heroes, in which case he will kill everyone related to them, children included. It makes it easier so that he doesn't have a Batman-esque hero sneaking up on him in ten years or so.
And go head, keep working on the wiki. I'm used to delay.
I was just thinking that I should make my character have another weakness, so I am adding that anything of magical origin can injure him as if he was just a normal person.
I was just thinking that I should make my character have another weakness, so I am adding that anything of magical origin can injure him as if he was just a normal person.
You could do something like Fear or something that Always hinders Xailus. Perhaps of Fire?
I was just thinking that I should make my character have another weakness, so I am adding that anything of magical origin can injure him as if he was just a normal person.
You could do something like Fear or something that Always hinders Xailus. Perhaps of Fire?
after a short brain storm that started with possible fears, this is what cam out the other end. He doesn't like having a lack of control, and if he lacks control in a fight or in other scenarios he becomes more sloppy in his actions. If he lacks all control, he will pretty much go through the stages of grief, denial, guilt, anger, bargaining and then he just stops with depression, till he starts gaining control. He also fears black smokes as squids and octopuses were pretty much like wolfs, and bears from where he is from, so for instance if xailus saw black smoke from burning tires would pretty much freeze him place for about 1-2 seconds maybe more depending on how much it is like the ink from a squid in water, he would then try to avoid it as much as possible. He is also afraid of heights, as in he wouldn't like looking out of a skyscraper, or look down a cliff face, as there were no tall places on the island so he just isn't used to heights.
nuba km: after a short brain storm that started with possible fears, this is what cam out the other end. He doesn't like having a lack of control, and if he lacks control in a fight or in other scenarios he becomes more sloppy in his actions. If he lacks all control, he will pretty much go through the stages of grief, denial, guilt, anger, bargaining and then he just stops with depression, till he starts gaining control. He also fears black smokes as squids and octopuses were pretty much like wolfs, and bears from where he is from, so for instance if xailus saw black smoke from burning tires would pretty much freeze him place for about 1-2 seconds maybe more depending on how much it is like the ink from a squid in water, he would then try to avoid it as much as possible. He is also afraid of heights, as in he wouldn't like looking out of a skyscraper, or look down a cliff face, as there were no tall places on the island so he just isn't used to heights.
You have been Selected for the RP, Thanks to All who Posted Sheets, I'll Keep a Copy of them and will contact you if I need more Characters.
Rp Start!
Parallelogram Peninsula Penitentiary
The Masses of Villains captured in the Attack on Maldeath were Processed, their personal effects taken into storage and Collared. Thanks to the Work of Phoenix Richardson, The Prison had been given Special Collars which prevent the Villains from using their powers. One by one, Our Anti-Heroes were sent into general holding as several guards and inmates jeered and mocked them. (Note: Blue is NPC) "What's the Matter? Can't you Fly away?" "Oi! Bondie! Look Forward to the Showers! Hahaha!" "Four-Eyes! Your Ass is Mine!" As you are sent forward, You can see Several guards Attacking an hand-cuffed Invisible Man wearing Prison Gear and a Red-Haired Teenage Punk Girl struggle after being Ganged up on by several Male Inmates in the yard as you head to you're one by one lead into your cells. Roachman and Damocles share a Cell together, Ferrous shares a Cell with a Con-artist, Zeph ends up with a Large Black Gang Member and Fleshrender ends up with a Ex-military Man with a scarred face. Welcome to the first day of the rest of your lives...
Turning to the man in the cell with him, Joey straightened his prison jumper, creating the illusion that he still wore a three-piece suit by his stature and adjusted the collar around his neck to more closely feel like a tie.
Redryhno The Man Looked Back at Joey. "Soldier...Never...and I mean NEVER Refer to your Commanding Officer as "Dude", It's conduct unbecoming of a Soldier...General Martin Sanchez..I've been sent here for War-crimes, It was War, Had we won, I'd be in history books right about now...And You, Name and Rank..." Sanchez asked as he lit up a cigarette and offered one to Joey.
Joey couldn't help but offer a half-smile at the man in front of him, but he took the offered cigarette and allowed the man to light it.
"Joey Costanzano," Blue-Blood replied, "Head of the Costanzano crime family and murderer of two heroes and their families,"after taking a short puff he added,"General Sanchez."
Looking around the cell, Ferrous was impressed. "Mmmmmm Ferro Concrete, probably used steel as reinforcement to make this cell. A nice smooth finish to it to. Pretty nice if I wasn't stuck in it."
Turning to the men with who he shared a the cell with. So what is your lives story, seeing as where going to be stuck here for a while. That is unless you know a way to get this collar off. I feel like a white-collar criminal with this thing on.
"Ahhhhh The Costanzano's...great supporters of the war effort, And you manage to Route some Heroes as well?...Most Impressive, If I could only get 50 men with half your skill and guts..." Sanchez Chuckled back as he laid down in his bed. "...but the question remains Soldier, if you are so good, why are you a P.O.W.?"
Shanaar The Con-Artist chuckled. "White collar...No if you were White-Collar, you wouldn't have survived processing and would be crying to his mommie by now..." He pulled a card from his sleve and said "Life stories can wait, not like we're going anywhere anytime soon, so why rush it?...Here, my card..." The con-artist handed Ferrous a Jack of Spades made from cardboard and his picture. The card has his name: Jack. "So your one of those Super-Villains, right?"
"I have had worser jobs than processing and even then I didn't complain about them. Good honest work builds a man." Ferrous said before laughing about his own joke.
"You could say that, if you ask one of those supers. eeehhh Pesto, Testo, Tresto or something. I don't know, it is the one who dresses up in purple. Anyway, then I would be the lowest life form on the planet. So what are you Jack? Super- Villain, Villain, criminal, wrongly convicted?" Ferrous said the last thing with a small laugh.
Walking towards the cell door, Ferrous yelled at one of the guards. "Hey, you guys got any metal shavings or rust flakes? I am freaking hungry. I haven't had any metal in mine meal in like a week"
Shanaar "First rule of Prison, Everyone is innocent or so they claim to be, Me? Grifter by trade...But then I sold a lemon to some no-body, turned out his was the Brotector, Figured here would be s- wait...you eat Metal?...Heh, you tryed chewing on the bars? just pretend they are liquorice or something..." Jack Joked. The Guard came over and said "Listen...and listen well you sack of horse shit, You eat just like everyone else and you DO NOT order your caretakers around, unless you want a week in the Hole..." To Ferrous before being called over by another. "Second Rule of Prison, never ask a guard for anything, they'll pull you out of General, rough you up a bit and toss you in the Hole..." Jack said as he shook the bed until a snapping sound was heard. He pulled out a piece of the bed frame and said "Will this do?", keen to see how the fuck Ferrous could eat metal.
"And then they call us the villains. They must sleep with a clear conscious every night don't you think?" Ferrous said to Jack, before grabbing the piece of metal.
"Mmmmm looks like aluminium. If I didn't have this collar on, then I could be more precision." Ferrous said before putting it in to his mouth. Gnawing on it for a bit, Ferrous took it out. "Well this is going to take a while. Normally it would soften up in my mouth and then I could chew it easily. Now it stays the same structure and it isn't as tasty as it normally is. Seems that prison even manages to spoil the taste of metal, besides it normal food. This is going to be fun. "
Shanaar "Yep...thats prison...The ultimate scumbag...heh...It can even ruin the Ass-rapes if it wanted too, but it won't, Hell with the almount of Women coming in from this Raid I heard the Guards on about, I say it's only going to get worse" Jack sighed as he lit up a cigarette. "Which brings us to The Third Rule: Life is shit...Cigarette?"
Like always the hardest part was how they weren't even slightly worried by her. Once they'd taken her knives and gun she was hardly even worth bothering with. Most of them probably didn't even see the need for her to be here. They never restrained her was she going to do limp away.
Hell they even gave her special treatment to make sure nothing got broken. It was driving her crazy. She had a feeling that either something big was happening or she going to die.
It was even worse when the other's got here, from what she understood there'd been a raid and massive battle. Those guys had respect; they were feared even when they were right where the authorities wanted them to be. Why!? What the hell did they do she hadn't. She could probably gut most of them where they stood, if she had her knives that was. She hadn't even really been noticed since she used her powers to remove a switch blade from a guy who'd smuggled on in. Maybe if he'd had the decency to die instead of recover she'd have been remembered.
She'd lost track of how long she'd been here, she wasn't even getting deported. Then again the empire didn't want to admit she existed. At least back home she'd have been treated with the respect someone who disembowels a man from the inside out deserved.
She didn't even have a collar, the doctors here had advised against placing one in case it caused her neck and spine problems. The bastard was treating her like a paper doll.
She wasn't very talkative normally, at least to idiots who most people here were, even most of the mad scientists were hardly what you'd call cultured. Then again what do you expect from a country that detaches itself from the largest empire the world had ever seen, that it wasn't still the dark ages here was almost impressive.
She was too wrapped up in her own thoughts to really notice that a few of the other inmates had been watching her; she'd probably have kept the stump more hidden had she known.
"Come now, General, even the best of us slip up from time to time.Look at yourself. Besides, killing the families of heroes makes them that much more determined to see you gone. No one wants to go home to see little Nina face down in the family pool floating in her own blood.It was simply luck that I was caught with a group of others of my kind, and not with my companion on the streets."Joey replied to the man sitting on the bed in front of him,"Well, I suppose I'm going to be here for a while."
Joey lay down on the bed, and after noticing that more than one of the springs was out of place,pulled the cigarette back out of his mouth, tapped the ash into one of the bed frame poles that had it's top removed and sat back up.
"On second thought, this place doesn't really suit my tastes, I suppose I'll have to find some way out. Do you perhaps know of anyone able to get these collars off? Or even someone that is a procurer of valuable commodities? A knife or some sort? Or even how to get to my personal effects?"
Redryhno "Son...If I knew anything like that, Why would I still be here? When our Enemies are regrouping as we speak?...although, There is a Civilian by the Name of Jack A few Cell's down, He's should be able to help you out, but, given the Reinforcements sent to this Base, I'm not sure if he can still acquire any-more Key Mission Assets..."
Then she saw them. They looked different somehow. Wait wasn't that the guy? I think it was. "Hey!" Joey his name was. The reason she was even in the hell. Right in the cell across from her. "You say something about looking for a knife?" Small world.
just saying headsprouter (who is a friend of mine in real life) wanted to re enter roachman, he sometimes has internet problems and he can't copy and paste text so I just want to make you guys aware of that seeing has he hasn't got round to posting.