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NEWS OF THE DAY: DESTROYER PLAGUE IS NOW ACTIVE. .1% INFECTED
The city was in turmoil, there was no other way to describe it. Bits of masonry and powdered glass littered the streets, marking the trail of destruction the two combatants left in their wake. The smell of burning flesh and molten steel wafted from the smoldering crater that was once a gas station, the explosion had instantly vaporized the station and a dozen or so people near it in a holocaust of flaming death that sucked the oxygen from the air itself in a cataclysmic roar. Yet the combatants had moved on, heedless of the carnage they left behind, each intent on ending the life of the other, no matter the cost. Each convinced they were in the right. Now the two duelists battled within the lobby of a skyscraper, ruining the interior with their personal war. The first was dressed from head to toe in wolf skin, so that he resembled a humanoid lupine, titanium claws capping each of his fingers. A pack of grey wolves fought alongside their master, rushing forward towards their opponent. His name was Huntero, and his roar was long and loud, shattering the glass with its volume as he leapt into the air, claws extended to rip the belly from his foe. His opponent was little more than a withered corpse clutching an ornate hook, from which eerie green corpsefire spat forth. He was called Husk, and his mission was the same as Huntero: kill the other. Bolts of green flame spat at the hulking man-wolf, each shot failing to hit its mark as Huntero's forward motion carried him out of harm's way. Bringing his furred fist back, the super collided with Husk, his fist connecting with the mummy's face with incredible force. The corpse hit the floor, a cloud of dust issuing from his mouth as Huntero hammered another blow home. Screaming a horrible shriek, Husk jammed the hequa staff into Huntero's left eye, shoving it ever deeper into his skull as the super howled in agony. Throwing the mummy back, Huntero wailed as blood and eye jelly leaked down his face and into his beard, the staff still jammed into the socket. The wolves leapt upon Husk, ripping the corpse to bits with powerful jaws as their mast removed the hook from his socket. Crying from the pain, Huntero stalked over to the corpse, stomping the skeletal man to powder in his fury. Screaming at the ceiling, Huntero held the severed head of his foe in one massive fist, proclaiming his victory. His next scream was of pain as a bullet tore through his right bicep, causing him to drop Husk's head as more shots pulped his body to a gory ruin. Stepping from the balcony, A dozen Objector riflemen once again took aim, sighting down their scopes to kill the super on the ground floor. Huntero screamed in rage, a single plan forming in his fevered brain. Leaping high into the air, he raised his fists, hitting the ground with the force of an earthquake. The Objectors shrieked as the building fell on top of them, crushing them beneath a thousand tons of concrete and steel. Huntero laughed insanely as a beam impaled him to the floor, his hounds wailing as they were smashed under blocks of concrete. From the apartment nearby, hundreds watched on in horror as their city fell apart before their eyes. A child of three cried, knowing on some level the devastation would continue as long as the supers remained in Paradisio.
Welcome to the city.
SETTING: This will be set in the city of Paridiso, USA, once famous for it's sunshine, lavish townsmen, and mayhem that sweeps the streets. Paradiso is a city of about 2 to 3 million people, and looks like Miami, Florida (Blue sea, massive Rich/Poor poverty line, drugs and crime are part of everyday life). Now it is a burned out husk, with people afraid to walk outside. Looters are everywhere, and many people are trying to leave. However, the US government has decided to quarantine the city of Paradiso, to make sure no violence spreads. AA guns are all around the city limits, and thousands of troops are lined up, ready to kill anyone trying to leave.
CHARACTER SELECTION SHEET:
Player:
Hero Name (If applies, also add secret identity):
Age (N/A if not applicable):
Moral Standing: This will be a DnD style Morality placement
Background: This will be up to the player. If they want to make it like Wonder Woman, where the gods gave her the powers, or like Green Lantern, where aliens gave him his powers, the choice will be up to the player.
Superpower: One Movement power (Flight, super speed, etc.) One Major superpower (Heat Vision, super strength, etc.)
I will have the executive decision over the powers, so if someone picks something like "Magic Wishing Power" they will get stuck with "Web Slinging".
Super Weakness: This could be anything from "Wife and Kids" to "Unubtanium". But like the superpowers, I will have executive decision power. If you pick "Magic space laser that is only found on Pluto", you will get "Bullets".
NPCs: Players may have one NPC. Use the same sheet for the PC, but have only one Major Superpower.
FLUFF
Welcome to Paradiso, 5 years before the Great Divide. Home of beautiful women, famous celebs, skyscrapers that seem to touch the heavens, and the guardians of humanity, the Superheros. With the advent of the League to Protect the Populace (LPP), the Superheros of yesteryear have gone from giants of the metro areas to glorified crossing guards, using super speed to help ladies across the road, and using super strength to lift cars to get to dropped keys. The people had peace, and the Heros were happy.
Until Apollyon decided he wasn't. He grew to resent the population, being socially outcasted as he was a being from Dimension X, a realm of fire and brimstone. His appearance wasn't helping, as beings from Dimension X were the basis of what Satan looked like. Fed up with people rejecting him, he rejected the people. He and a group of fellow conspirators left the LPP, and formed their own band, the PCCPF, or the Paridiso City Crime Prevention Force. First, they uprooted the LPP from power. They then went about stopping crime by enacting a series of policies that even Stalin would have thought to be a tad extreme. 6' O' clock curfew. Food Rations. Weapons Bans. Searches without warrants. Anyone seeming to resist would be killed.
Then the LPP had enough. They stood up to the PCCPF, and thus began the war. It was brother against brother, son against father, sister against sister. The war has engulfed Paradiso city. The new factions are the WFO, Warriors for Order (Super Heros), Darkstar (Super Villians) and the Objectors (Mercs who work for money).
Five years have passed since these factions have split. Paradiso is a wasteland, a horrifying wasteland that is tearing itself apart. It cries out for one who can end the madness. Whether this be by stopping the crime, or destroying the city, no-one knows.
Which side will you choose?
It is now up to you who will win.
NPC SYSTEMS
NPC will work as follows: I will roll a D6. on a 1-2, you will get a Agent (For Objectors), an Enforcer (For DARKSTAR), and a Volenteer (for WFO). 3-4, you will get a Base Trooper, a Assassin, or a Veteran. On a 5-6, you will get an Elite Trooper, a Gnat, or a Knight Wolf.
Objector Soldiers: A Recon class, the Agent (AI Constructs that are used as untraceable assassins, teams of ONE);
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A basic soldier class, the Base Trooper (Normal Human Mercs contracted by the Objectors, work in teams of 2)
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Finally for the Objectors, the shock troops, the Elite Trooper (Specialist soldiers used solely by the Objectors, have integrated armor, VERY slow, Teams of ONE)
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Now for the DARKSTAR (What if this was an acronym? Can anyone think of an awesome acronym for DARKSTAR?) Soldiers:
NOTE: These are all AI constructs. They do nothing except for what their master commands them to do.
First off, we have Enforcers: (5'10, have guns and shock batons. Teams of TWO)
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Next, Assassins: (5'5, Sniper wielding. Mild armor, slow-ish, teams of ONE)
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Last for DARKSTAR, we have Gnats: (5 feet tall, very light armor. They do, however, have jump packs for limited flight, and have two .22 caliber assault rifles. Teams of THREE)
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WFO Soldiers
Volenteer: Recruits who want to help keeps their city safe (Light armor, light weapons (Minor shotguns, stuff you can buy at gun stores) Teams of THREE)
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Veteran: (Post-Military fighters, military grade hardware, tough as nails. Teams of TWO)
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Knight Wolf: (Melee fighters, specialize in killing silently. Have throwing knives, many swords, and a claymore. No armor. Teams of THREE)
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Super rolls are when I roll two sixes on the die. One of what NPC you will be aided by, and one for if you get the super bonus. 1/36 chance, good odds. These are faction dependant, so a DARKSTAR operative can't get Boreal, and a Objector can't get The Lone Guardian.
SUPER ROLLS!
Commander Boreal, leader of the Objectors (Armed with two .50 caliber rifles per arm, Boreal is a walking tank, nigh unkillable in his armor.)
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The Lone Guardian, the last law in Paradiso (Armed with as many weapons as humanly possible. It seems that bullets seem to miss the Guardian...)
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Apollyon, Master of the Damned (Basically SATAN.)
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The WFO, Objectors, and DARKSTAR Super Roll images aremade by Kasrkai, the head artist for the RP.
PLAYER SHEETS!
Player: Kasrkai [spoiler] Hero: Wave
Identity: Ryan Battles
Faction: Warriors for Order
Age: 31
Alignment: Neutral Good.
Background: Ryan was born into a middle class family in southern Arkansas. He graduated Hendrix College with a degree in Animation Design, and left for work in Paradiso after being offered a job as a cartoon animator. He discovered he had unusual abilities soon afterwards, but only when he turned 27 did his abilities come full force. He discovered that his abilities were a result of a genetic fault that occurs in one in one-hundred million. He quickly brought these abilities to his control, and became notorious for his brutal sense of justice. He is a hero, when the urge hits him, but otherwise, he tries to make his living as an animator or mercenary, breaking the law very rarely. Ryan has few friends, but the ones he does have are either very special or very useful. Ryan tries to avoid major conflicts, usually working with the Objectors, but fortunately, The Warriors for Order are on good terms with him. His show was cancelled for "suggesting rebellious themes", and as a result, he is starting to get more involved in the conflict. Typically, Ryan is cold, monotonous, and formal to the extreme. Once he is comfortable in someone's presence, he displays his warmer side. The same really, but a tad more friendly and less stiff. Also, he has an interest in Meta-Physics.
Major Power: Kinetic Force: Ryan can create "pushes" and "pulls" of varying power, usually in powerful blasts. Thus, his nick name, Wave. He can use these in complicated ways to make exotic techniques, such as whirlwinds and shields. Last measurement showed a force of 400 Tons per square inch at 3,672 miles per hour.
Movement Power: Jump: Ryan can use his Kinetic Force to push himself into a tiny form, reducing drag and inertia, to propel himself at nearly the speed of sound. He can do this to others, but it is far less safe. However, this ability is extremely painful, and usually a last resort. Any distance beyond six miles will cause permanent physical damage.
Weakness: Fluids: If submerged in a liquid with a density equal or greater than water, he will be trapped, because he is a poor swimmer, and the properties and density of such materials make his powers almost useless.
NPC: Chueng Isuel
Age: N/A
Faction: Warriors for Order
Alignment: Chaotic Good.
Bio: Isuel is a North Korean master of South Korean Tae Kwon Do, though he only has his red belt. He illegally immigrated to America once he mastered the art, and setup in Paradiso, where he found work that suited him. He works with the Warriors for Order, usually doing undercover and agent type work. Not much else is known, besides his rivalry with Ryan and his taste for Scatting.
Power: Elite Physique: Isuel has physical and mental abilities beyond a normal human, including speed, strength, and reaction time, but less than the average super. Thus, he is victim to wounds much less than super standards, but far above typical humans.
Player: RaptorsTallon
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Hero Name: Atael, Lord of the Night
Age: 1,846,793 (He is Immortal)
Moral Standing: Evil, He fights for whoever he can, as long as he can kill things.
Costume:
Background: He was summoned from the death grounds of a planet called Feraximus, on the other side of the universe, by a sorcerer called Necorath. He was, in his former life, a great general and military genius, but in his death and re-birth, he became a powerful death sorcerer. He was raised from the dead in order to kill, and collect souls for the death gods, Kalin and Farasax. It is these gods who have granted him his power. He can't talk, as his organic components have long rotted away, but the Death gods gifted him with psychic abilities so that he can comunicate through psychic messages. His psy isn't strong enough to count as a power, but he can use it for comunication. He can hear, but not naturaly speak. Atael is death incarnate.
Faction: Darkstar
Superpower: Death Touch. Death comes in the form of dark lightning bolts, killing any mortal they touch. The soul of the target is ripped out, and sent to the death gods. If he touches a mortal with his sword or his lightning, they will die... Movement Power: Shadow Shifting. This power allows Atael to become a shadow. This lets him move through solid objects, and remove himself from the world, in the sense that he can’t be touched, or touch anyone else.
Super Weakness: Direct, Bright Sunlight. (He can survive in normal light, no matter the brightness, but bright sunlight, i.e. Not Dawn or Dusk, will damage him.) When exposed to sunlight, he has to transform into a Raven, or be slain by the light. Once in raven form, he is mortal, and will be killed as easily as any raven would be. He can't transform back into his normal form untill he is in the dark.
NPCs: Haldrax, Lord of The Dead Bio: Haldrax is younger than Atael, at only 527,193 years old, and is a master necromancer. He was raised from the graveyards of Galan Prime, after a nuclear apocalypse had whipped out the population. He was summoned by Atael as an assistant, to help him in the destruction of Nalar IV. They have worked together for more than half a million years, and now work in total unison with each other. He is, like Atael, pyschic and, again like Atael, can only use it for comunication. Super Power: Raise the Dead. This Super Power allows Haldrax to summon undead minions to aid his cause.
Player: SilverMk2
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Name: Iris. Age: Unknown, but believed to be extremely old. Sex: Female. Super Movement: Short ranged teleporting (up to 50m) Super Power: Invisibility Super Weakness: Extremely vulnerable to certain forms of exotic radiation (left vague for ease of narrative). Appearance: Slightly smaller than average height, dark hair, tanned Mediterranean skin, slim, good looking.
Faction: Good guys. Moral Standing: True neutral.
Background: Iris is thought to have been in existence for longer than humanity and inspired many of its earliest mythologies, most notably the Greek goddess bearing the same name. Throughout history she has acted more or less as her whims dictate, for "good" or "evil", taking sides (or working on her own) as the mood strikes her or for her own arcane and inhuman reasons.
For the last 100,000 years Iris has wondered the globe, pushing and pulling the course of humanity for her own goals or her own amusement. Occasionally surfacing into the mainstream, forming cults and movements before disappearing again, her goals completed.
The stirrings of the imminent hero war have brought her to seek her amusement amid the mortals of Paridiso where she has used her extremely powerful powers of persuasion and secuction to seed yet another cult to do her bidding; drawing on the beautiful people, celebrities and hangers-on who are endemic to Paridiso she has formed a dedicated core of worshipers and a diffuse network of "casual cultists" throughout Paridiso society. All report and act on her behalf, carrying out her mysterious wishes.
Player: BBL (Battle Brother Lucifer)
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Player: Little Lord Fauntleroy
Hero name/ Secret Identity: The Outsider.
Age: Unknown.
Moral Standing: True Neutral Costume:
Background: Not much is known about the Outsider. Striking seemingly at random against fighters on both sides of the moral compass, he seems to be in pursuit of some kind of higher agenda or goal. However, those who have fought beside him describe him as almost as a vengeful ghost, hidden behind a brown cloth suit. Prefers to let actions speak louder than words, which is probably why he doesn’t speak much.
Superpower: Short range teleportation, at the peak of human fitness.
Super Weakness: He is only human, and such, can succumb to all mortal wounds.
Faction: pursues his own goals, and so is a member of no specific faction. However, he has been known to work alongside the WFO on occasion-though he is definitely not a good team player.
Player: Mordoskul
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Name: Gentleman Walrus Age: ? Moral Standing: True Neutral Background: The being known as Gentleman Walrus comes from a perpendicular universe where Victorian England is controlled by super-intelligent Walri. The blubbery sea mammals developed incredible steam-powered exoskeletons to help them travel across the land. When war with the Molemanic Empire erupted, the WC turned their SPEXs to a more violent purpose, fastening cyclonic accelerators and other weapons of war to their suits. The Gentleman Walrus found himself on the forefront of the conflict, leading his own unit of Walri in his custom-built tea-powered steam suit. When the Invasion of Molemansylvania came about, it was the Gentleman and his squad that led the attack deep into the strange laboratories of the mole men. During the battle, Dr. Sissshissssissssssisssssshisssssissssssissshissssss unleashed the full might of his experimental teleportation device, transporting the Gentleman Walrus to our universe. Superpowers: Has a jet pack attached to the back of his suit that allow his to fly. Tea-powered suit grants the Walrus super-strength, along with an assortment of deadly weaponry far more advanced than the most cutting-edge human technology. Super Weakness: The Walrus is powerless without his SPEX, and can only flop awkwardly if he wants to move any distance.
Name: Clubby the Seal Age: ? Moral Standing: Chaotic Cute Background: Aww.... wook at the wittle seal! He's so cute! Oo, he has his own wittle club! Don't you? Yes you do! You got a wittle club! I wuv his wittle whiskers! He smiled at me! *CRACK* Aw, the wittle seal crushed my kneecaps! Yes you did! Aw, he's so soft! Oo, wook, he's coming to finish me off, aren't ya, little guy? Super Powers: Mind rending cuteness, Clubby the Seal can work his way into the heart of even the most vile villain. Super Weakness: Clubby is still just a seal, and requires the Walrus to travel any considerable distance.
Player: blood reaper
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Name: Syrath Moral standing: Neutral Syrath is a strange and mysterious being who has appeared thought history and is known as ‘Him’, he is known to visit some in their dreams and use his strange abilities during combat such as bolts of Zen and warp energy that dissolve and destroy the foes, he wears a pitch black suit and bright white tie and carries a suit case. Syrath has long white claws that shine with unnatural energy and carries a personalised butterfly knife which he conceals within his suit.
Weapons and powers: Pair of long blade-like claws and other Supernatural powers Weaknesses: Extreme heat and Ranged Weaponry Faction: Dark Star
Player: The Kaiser
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Character Name: Nex
Age: Unknown, due to being non-aging
Moral Standing: Sinister Evil
Costume: Basically my avatar but only chooses to be a skeleton when he wishes for effect. Other times, he just looks like a normal human, blonde hairm fairly muscular, blue eyes, and devilishly handsome
Background: Nex must have been a young man in ancient Rome where he got his powers. One time, he fell upon an ancient tomb, and when he entered, he met the spirit of death. The Grim Reaper. The Grim Reaper infused him with his powers, one being that he does not age, and left, leaving Nex , to do the job of the Reaper. Now, he wonders the earth, seeking only his own gains, and bringing death to people allong the way.
Superpowers: Death teleportation, death blasts.
Super weakness: All that is holy (if thats okay, cos it fits with my background)
NPC
Name: Cerberus
Age: N/A
Appearance: Normally looks like a medium sized Alsation, but when he is transormed, is a flaming demon dog.
Background: Was granted to Nex when he was given his powers, and they have grown a powerful bond over the many hundreds of years.
Superpowers: Heck of a bite. Fast as hell, literally.
Major weakness: Like Nex, anything that is holy can take him down.
Player: Skycrawler
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Player: Skycrawler
Hero Name (If applies, also add secret identity): Dirk "Ghost" Bennett
Age: 18
Moral Standing: Chaotic Good (this sounds right)
Costume:
Background: Dirk Bennet lives in a small, aircraft hangar at an abandoned airfield where he restores old aircraft. Not much is known about him. He discovered his power one day when he fell off the control tower and wound up teleporting safely onto the ground. Since then he has kept a low profile while trying to tame his unpredictable ability. He has known about his electricity powers for a while now though and sometimes uses it for welding or powering small appliances.
Superpower: short range teleportation(ie one city block) elctricity(he's working on a plane that runs on his power). His gear is whatever he has on hand (kinda like MacGyver except not so skilled.)
Super Weakness: Cant swim and is terrified of heights (except when flying)
NPCs: A falcon named Freefall that has the power to turn into a highly maneuverable fighter plane.
Player: Sillyboy
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Char sheet
What you're about to read is higly confidential, sharing of this information will be seen as treason and acted upon accordingly. If you don't agree with these terms, stop reading and burn this document. If you decide to continue, you have agreed with these terms.
Project Artemis
This project was created in the crucifex of World War Two, Axis Supers and Allied Supers had reached a stalemate above the canal. In a desperate attempt to break the stalemate Churchil and Eisenhower agreed to fund the project. It's goal was to create or alter humans with super abilities to help the allied Supers in their battle for superiority. The project was terminated after several failed attempts and victory in Europe. The scientists of the project however were contacted by the American secret services who still saw potential in their work.
So the scientist continued their research under American supervision in even greater secrecy. Slowly but steadily they started to gain results. In 1952 they had their first breakthrough, a genetical altered labmouse who achieved to jump three feet in the air. Later it became clear that they were not far away for human use. It took until 1992 before they had finaly altered a human to such a level he could best a normal person. This person became known as Delta, He managed to take out a minor Russian Super on a clandestine mission before he died two weeks later. The genitical alteration consumed so much of his body that it literary stopped functioning.
The next hurdle was to overcome the physical breakdown of the body. The solution came in 2001 with the creation of 'Substance 182' it halted the deconstruction and also had an unpredicted advantage. For several hours after the administration in the bloodstream it enhanced the abbilities of the test subjects. In 2004 Project Artemis was deemed ready for use and the hunt for suitable subjects was open. The goverment had selected ten test subjects wich had the needed genetical composure to adapt to the alterations. Only six subjects survived the procedure and after intense study and training they recived the operational status in 2005. They were divided in three teams of each two test subjects and were sent on several black ops. The most succesfull team was Steeplejack with an estimated seventeen clandestine missions and thirteen Super terminations. Unfortunatly Team Courtisanne was lifted from active duty in 2009, They had overdosed on 'Substance 182' trying to take down a major Super. They were succesfull but the side-effects made them lose their minds wich lead to the disaster in El Harrabra.
Team Steeplejack
Codename: Amber Age: 28 Sex: Female. Appearance: Short blonde hair, green eyes, small and slender. Power: Hightend senses, great strenght, speed, reflexes, etc. Weakness: Her greatest strenght is also her greatest weakeness, if she takes to much of 'Substance 182' she will mentally break down, bereft of 'Substance 182' she will slowly lose her powers wich would lead to her demise.
Faction: Good guys. Moral Standing: Chaotic Good
Background: Had a troubled youth, moving from one fosterparent to the next one. The police still holds a impressive file of the woman now named Amber. At the age of eighteen she joined the army seeing it as her only way to get a better life. She became a batlle medic and followed her compagnie into irak in 2003, there she fought together with her comrades to overthrow the Regime of Saddam Hussein. Until the day her battlegroup rode into an ambush, only she and a few liberation fighters came out alive. It was then that the secret services came to her. Offering her a way to make a difference and honour the believes of her fallen comrades. _______________________
Codename: Falke Age: 34 Sex: male. Appearance: Short brown hair, blue eyes, well build. Power: Hightend senses, great strenght, speed, reflexes, etc. Weakness: His greatest strenght is also his greatest weakeness, if he takes to much of 'Substance 182' he will mentally break down, bereft of 'Substance 182' he will slowly lose his powers wich would lead to his demise
Faction: Good guys. Moral Standing: Chaotic Good
Background: Falke was a mercenary selling his weapon to the highest bidder. Together with his jolly band of fellow scum he helped to 'ease' the problem of the rich. Life was good for Falke, soon he and his group became well know in the underworlds. He lived the life of the rich and the famous, sniffing cocaïne like it was sugar, drinking champagne in the gallons. This soon changed after they took a job from an important crime-lord. Unknown to them he had sold them out to the authorities. Falke was expecting a large shipment of weapons but instead he recieved a maasive ammount of police. After a desperate batlle that took two days, Falke was captured and sent to a non existing prison. His blood was taken and analysed. Before he knew it he was out of prison in a black SUV a federal agent offering him the chance of a lifetime. This or death.
LIST OF ISSUES
People lacking NPCs: BBL, blood reaper
People with to power issues: BBL (Has one power!)
Character Hideout creation sheet (Made by Ineptus Astartes)
location: (note: building type refers to the majority of the buildings. not all of them.)
(To choose your location put a + after it)
Downtown: (main populace lives and works here, building type: skyscraper) Uptown: (entertainment district, building type: theaters, bookstores.supermarkets.[5 stories]) main city: (main living center, building type: apartments) market: (the area where street vendors sell their wares 4 storie buildings mostly) Mall: large conglomeration of shops and entertainmet buildings: 6 stories) condos: (out of the town proper. 8 stories) Suburbs: (second story) Scenic veiw Estates: (where the rich people live)
Map:
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The street from the needle to downtown is currently impassible, due to a man known as "The Fiddler". Any who try to reach the Needle from Downtown WILL DIE.
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Every Normal Man Must Be Tempted At Times To Spit On His Hands, Hoist That Black Flag, And Begin Slitting Throats.
Iris lay on the sun lounger, the rays of light caressing her body as she lay by her rooftop pool. Several of her attendant cultists played in the water, or lay on loungers themselves, for worship of the sun was a key component of the cult of Iris. It was unfortunate that the rolling clouds of ash that so frequently covered the city blocked out the light, thought Iris. Luckily her skyscraper easily penetrated the layer of atmospheric debris and allowed her and her cultists full access to the sun.
She sighed as she considered her position: Downtown Paridiso was hotly contested, although the blocks around her building were reasonably secure by virtue of her cultists providing security for the population who lived and worked there, however, outside of this zone of calm the whole city was open to whoever had the power. Many citizens had fled, though many more had remained and tried to carry on with their lives as best they could. The beach front that her building faced still thronged with families making the most of the fresh sea air blowing away the ash and smoke clouds, and the young still ran, cycled and skated along the shore road - especially in the mile or so in front of her building where they were reasonably safe.
Her review was cut short as Zetes appeared at her side, carrying her simple white robes of worship. "My lady, it is almost noon and you are required to lead the service in the main Solarium".
She smiled up at him, her face dazzling in the sun. "Thank you Zetes." She climbed lithely to her feet and shrugged on the robe "There is nothing to report?" she asked, clapping her hands to summon her attendants to her.
"Two heroes destroyed a small skyscraper and petrol station earlier today. It is believed that a number of Objectors attempted to intervene but were killed in the collapse of the building."
Iris considered this as she watched her attendants dry themselves and step into their robes. "You have sent a small party to confirm their identities?"
"Yes my lady"
"Good" she replied, smiling again, lighting up the faces of the cultists as they looked upon her. She gently placed her hand upon Zetes' muscular shoulder as she turned and headed into the building...
Also, just attaching my character, NPC and "hideout" info to this post:
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Iris wrote:Name: Iris. Age: Unknown, but believed to be extremely old. Sex: Female. Super Movement: Short ranged teleporting (up to 50m) Super Power: Invisibility Super Weakness: Extremely vulnerable to certain forms of exotic radiation (left vague for ease of narrative). Appearance: Slightly smaller than average height, blonde hair, tanned Mediterranean skin, slim, good looking.
Faction: Good guys. Moral Standing: True neutral.
Background: Iris is thought to have been in existence for longer than humanity and inspired many of its earliest mythologies, most notably the Greek goddess bearing the same name. Throughout history she has acted more or less as her whims dictate, for "good" or "evil", taking sides (or working on her own) as the mood strikes her or for her own arcane and inhuman reasons.
For the last 100,000 years Iris has wondered the globe, pushing and pulling the course of humanity for her own goals or her own amusement. Occasionally surfacing into the mainstream, forming cults and movements before disappearing again, her goals completed.
The stirrings of the imminent hero war have brought her to seek her amusement amid the mortals of Paridiso where she has used her extremely powerful powers of persuasion and secuction to seed yet another cult to do her bidding; drawing on the beautiful people, celebrities and hangers-on who are endemic to Paridiso she has formed a dedicated core of worshipers and a diffuse network of "casual cultists" throughout Paridiso society. All report and act on her behalf, carrying out her mysterious wishes.
NPC wrote:Name: Zetes Age: 3000+ years Sex: Male Super Power: Flight Super Weakness: Although tougher than a regular human, he can be killed by most attacks that would kill a human, though his demi-godhood offers him some protection from death. Alignment: True Neutral Appearance: Strong, well built male, tanned, Mediterranean skin, dark short hair. Ruggedly good looking. Dressed in modern, reasonably stylish clothes with form fitting body armour underneath.
Background: One of the Argonauts, Zetes is a demigod, son of the North Wind and as such has the power of flight. Zetes first came to Iris's attention as part of the Argonauts, where she had been watching their quest from the shadows and promised to protect Phineas from the harpies that had plagued him.
Reportedly killed, Zates and his brother were secretly saved by Iris and have worked with her throughout their long lives, acting as her hunters and scouts. It is unknown where Calais is working at this time... at least it is unknown to everyone except Iris and Zates...
Hideout wrote:Luxury penthouse apartment complex at the top of one of the downtown, sea front skyscraper buildings.
Iris's cult own the building and it is filled with offices, training rooms, gyms, temples and armouries, as well as libraries, barracks rooms and associated support equipment (kitchens, communication and security room, etc).
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Banging my head against the wall cos I made a typo while hacking the Matrix
Intro RP:
Nex stalked the streets in the dark, making his way to the pub. He had left Cerberus at home, but could always summon him if needed. Even though he had a heart as black as hell, and a murderous intent, he did enjoy the finer things in life, and had a taste for women.
He came out onto the street, and crossed over the road, before heading into a dark alleyway, which had the stench of grime and booze.
He entered through the door to the right of him, and came into a shady bar, with characters that looked as if they wanted to rip your throat out. This was the dark side of the pub where he normally resided in, but this time, he felt brave enough to wonder into the unknown land of the “friendly pub”, stepping through the door, and instantly finding himself in a lighter part of the world.
Still smelt of booze.
He came up to the bar, and motioned for the bartender.
“Alright,” the bartender said, walking over to service Nex. “I ain’t seen you in this side before, what’s your name?”
“Does it really matter?” Nex answered, in an Italian accent, due to his origins.
“Well, I suppose not, but I do try to get to know all of my customers well, if just for being social.”
“Well then, its Antonio.”
“Ah, pleasure to meet you Antonio, what can I do for you today?”
“Just give me some beer, I need a drink.”
“Of course, beer coming right up,” the bartender replied, reaching down for the alcohol. “My names Joe by the way.”
“Good to meet you Joe,” Nex replied, taking the beer out of his hands as soon as he came up.
Nex heard the door open, as inside walked a beautiful young woman, who walked over to the bar also. Nex had seen many beautiful women in his long, long life, but this one was one to be thought of as top.
“Ahhh, Natasha, it’s good to see you hear,” Joe welcomed.
“Pleasure to see you again, Joe,” she replied, before turning to Nex. “But I haven’t seen you here before.”
“I am fairly new to the neighbourhood,” he said, putting as much of his charm as he could into the words. “My name is Antonio.”
“Ah, welcome to the neighbourhood then, Antonio. We should get to know each other some time.”
“How about tonight, you could come around my place for a drink, and we could discuss things,” he looked towards the bartender. “As long as I am not stealing business from you.”
“Oh, never!” Joe chuckled.
Natasha pondered on these thoughts for a few moments, obviously taken in, before replying.
“Fine, it would be good to get to know each other.”
Nex congratulated himself on such an achievement, and thought to himself,
Indeed it would
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Theres my into RP, folks...
Great RP Lord of Dakka
Don't mess with the Kaiser!
"It's not what you do, it is how big the explosion is, and the people you kill allong the way that makes it all worthwhile," The Kaiser
Ryan opened his eyes. He looked at the white ceiling of his home, and breathed in the scents of the new morning. The Oak smell of his bed first flooded his nostrils, then the faint touch of ash and decay. The smell he had become accustomed to.
With a groan, he managed to pull himself up into a sitting position. He looked around the room and checked for anything out of place. The dresser across from him was still closed tight with the Sanyo television still precariously balanced upon in. The closet to his left still locked, and his door on the right opened at exactly forty-five degrees, with his rifle leaning against the wall beside. Everything was in place. Just has he had it the night before. Ryan let out a deep sigh. These days the simple idea that he could leave his house in one shape and find it the same later was some strange comfort to him.
He threw his legs to the side of the bed and reached for the remote. He pressed the large green button, then again, then once more as the television decided to comply. A storm of black and white greeted him with a terrible hiss. He pressed the numbered buttons as he had done so many times before. Nine, three, four. The static gave way to news camera recording of a collapsing Skyscraper, with screams of the young and lost heard faintly. He left the TV running as he pulled up a pair of denim jeans and threw on a gray t-shirt. Just as he finished getting the wrinkles out of his shirt, the phone sang its harsh tone. Ryan groaned as he picked up the wireless device and pressed the center red button and brought it to his ear.
"Hello?"
A quirky Asian voice answer his query.
"Ryan. It is Isuel."
Ryan sighed inwardly.
"Yeah, what'dya want, man?"
"Are you watching the television now?"
"Yeah, I saw what happened. You know who was involved."
It was a statement, not a question. Little happened in the city that Isuel didn't know about. Even less that he couldn't figure out.
"I saw some of their fight that they were fighting. A wolf man and a walking corpse who were fighting a fight."
"Nobody I know, so screw them. What else is up in the world?"
"My favorite McDonalds has been destroyed."
"Oh, poor Isuel. Don't you eat rice or something anyway?"
"You are funny man, Ryan. You so funny, I forget to recall to laugh. I will remember this when next we meet."
"You do that."
"Ah, but to the real subject of the conversation we are conversing, there is one thing that I am to tell you."
"Then say it. I've got some Eggos calling my name."
"It is a request that some party has requested. They wish to use and make use of some of your 'supplies'."
"Are they paying?"
"I do not know about knowing this. They request to meet you."
"Where?"
"They say you not to call. That they call you."
"Whatever. Later, chum."
"Walk well, Ryan."
With that, Ryan hung up the phone. While he wasn't a dealer, as he only had so much stocked up, he was willing to share some of his "supplies". Namely, firepower. He would have to wait for this call then. He sighed once more as he descended the stairs to answer the call of the Eggo. After all, there weren't many of those left. Might as well enjoy them now.
I dont apper to be on the character list (Is this because my character is a genetically enhanced superhuman from the 41st millenium who worships the chaos gods?)
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"The young and foolish seek glory and recognition for their deeds, brother, the experienced and old know that recognition and medals are precisely the same worth as ork gak."
-Avarian Pentus--Deathwatch Apothecary
ineptus astartes wrote:I dont apper to be on the character list (Is this because my character is a genetically enhanced superhuman from the 41st millenium who worships the chaos gods?)
(OOC) You used my old profile and I did create a NPC,
Spoiler:
Name: Syrath
Background: Syrath is a mysterious being, something that mankind will never know or see and really no one should. During the space of human time Syrath has tampered with events in order to benefit himself and has stopped Assassinations, rigid elections and murdered anyone who has tried to top him. All that is known is his Employers do not wish for his failure.
Abilities and weaponry: A Pair of Bailsong knifes and the power to create small energy bolts
Weakness: If unable to retain enough energy for a certain amount of time Syrath phases into another dimension and takes him a considerable amount of time to regain it
Costume: Black suit with white tie
NPC Name: Whetley Race: Cat Background: In appearance Whetley is a simple Black cat that sits atop Syrath shoulder however however Whetley helps direct orders and give advice to his master. Weapons: Claws and teeth (No real damage) Powers: Intelligent and tactical Weakness: Simple Cat
Syrath sat at his desk, his fingers clenched after reading his newest document on his iPad. He skimmed through the news and smirked before stroking his Cat Wheatley who purred loudly, it jumped onto his desk and yawned and sat before his master.
"What is the news milord, I wonder what the humans have created for their entertainment today. More lies or the boring old truth tsk."
Syrath smirked and flipped the iPad over so Wheatley could see the new articles, the Front-page read "Mayor declares emergency"
"Ha! They realise that they no longer have protectors! They must obey our demands."
Syrath coughs and crosses his fingers.
"Humans will fight against us even if they do not posses powers, the others can do our work while we see to our goals Wheatley. Tell me how is the Anti-matter generator?"
The Cat began to move back and smiled weakly.
"It may take about a month Syrath, the incident did cause allot of damage to the chamber and a large section of the roof did collapse along with the stalk of the Generator which does require quite allot of repairs."
Syrath sighed and snapped several pens, he then picked up the blood splattered register that he had found in the lobby and read the names silently.
"I think it may be time for breakfast Wheatley, where should we eat today? Stealing makes me hungry you know. Subway will do I think, I'm tired of the others and then we will pillage and loot their stores. I want a new Xbox and I'm needing several more Lap-tops."
Syrath's Cat leaped onto his shoulder as Syrath placed his iPad in his suit case and headed towards the exit of the Lab. As he entered the city the bright light of the sun annoyed both Syrath and his Cat, he hummed a tune as he entered the shop where several couples sat and ate. Syrath walked over to the owner who sat behind the cash machine and looked up at Syrath, his face ravaged by spots and his teeth long and bent, he sniggered at the Cat.
"You a pirate or sumthin? Caus we don't allow pets or nothin"
Syrath growled and raised his Butterfly knife to the Owner and smiled
"I suggest you serve me now and their will be no troubles, I'll have you're special and if you wish for payments my Bail-song knife will be with you."
The Manager handed Syrath the bag and watched as the serpent left the store
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The biggest indicator someone is a loser is them complaining about 3d printers or piracy.
Asmodius screamed into his mouthpiece. The ‘vox’ distortion made the raptor’s already unnerving birdlike screech utterly terrifying. The six looters were running in the street below, panning their firearms back and forth, and muttering to each other. At the scream, one of them began to sob to himself. The Raptor dropped off of the flagpole at ten stories up and let his jump packs kick in five feet above the ground. He grabbed two of the criminals in his massive steel pounces on his ceramite armored feet and lifted of into the air.
Once he was over one hundred feet above the street he smashed his pounces together with the power of a force five hurricane. There was an audible CRUNCH as the looters collided, with that he sent them crashing to the street below. Swooping down again he smashed feet first into a looter and the massive talons impaled the man, smashing through his chest as the Raptor hauled him through the air. Whipping out his chainsword at neck height, he decapitated another.
The two others sent bullets smashing into his chest plate. They flattened on impact and clattered to the street. As he swooped again, he drew his bolt pistol. Firing a pair of shells into each looter and sending them nova, he carried the corpse affixed to his talons back to his Erie. Several muinits later he reached the top of a 20 story skyscraper. Landing, he shook off the body and flung it to a pair of vultures outside of his doorstep, who began fighting over the corpse. Entering the defunct radio tower he saw a television flicker in the corner. The news lady was talking about a battle between two ‘supers’. As he climbed up to his own nest, a mass of mattresses and blankets, he crawled through a hole in the roof and scaling the spire of the radio antenna, he watched the stormy horizon.
A clattering of metal signaled the arrival of the Eversor. Looking through his deaths-head mask, the Eversor remarked. “A storm is brewing, yes yes?” Asmodius regarded the skull-helm. “yes, it is good for flying. For me at any rate.” “we need supplies, yes yes?” asked the Eversor. “I will head to the market soon.” Was the only remark.
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"The young and foolish seek glory and recognition for their deeds, brother, the experienced and old know that recognition and medals are precisely the same worth as ork gak."
-Avarian Pentus--Deathwatch Apothecary
I bring this soul to be sacrificed to the gods. Came the message from Haldrax. Excellent... Atael replied. The flames of the dark death fire in the center of Ba’Xeh’Vac's temple chamber grew higher as they sensed the dead body near by. Atael tossed the body into the flames, which instantly consumed its flesh and soul and he chanted. He chanted in an unspeakable tounge infintly more complex than the simple words used by humans. To try and pronounce but a single sylable of the death tounge would lead to consumption and a horific death at the hands of Kalin and Farasax, at leased for mortals... The lords of death are the only beings in existance strong enough to resist the pull of the death gods. The death tounge is not said by normal means, but more is a product of imense psychic concentration on the part of the speaker and this is why it is audiable, where as most comunication from death lords is a psychic message. The chant grew louder, and more complex as it progressed, and eventualy a huge crack sounded across the chamber and a bright portal to death opened in the center of the chamber. The chanting stoped imediatley, so that Atael may recive a message from Kalin and Farasax.
There... is... another... The voice of Farasax said, One... named... Nex... Kalin continued, You... must... find... him... Farasax resumed, and... bring... him... to... our... order... Kalin concluded. And with that, the portal closed.
Atael set out to find this 'Nex', and bring him to Ba’Xeh’Vac...
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"The young and foolish seek glory and recognition for their deeds, brother, the experienced and old know that recognition and medals are precisely the same worth as ork gak."
-Avarian Pentus--Deathwatch Apothecary
"The young and foolish seek glory and recognition for their deeds, brother, the experienced and old know that recognition and medals are precisely the same worth as ork gak."
-Avarian Pentus--Deathwatch Apothecary
"The young and foolish seek glory and recognition for their deeds, brother, the experienced and old know that recognition and medals are precisely the same worth as ork gak."
-Avarian Pentus--Deathwatch Apothecary
Player:TheWildHost
Hero Name: Death-X
Age (N/A if not applicable): Unknown He has done so much testing on himself he could be up to 200 and look and feel 30
Moral Standing: Evil
Costume: (Will add later, can't decide)
Background: Death-X was born in Dallas Texas. All of his teachers were appalled by his straight 100's in every class. He knew things at the begging of the year they would learn 6 months later. He finished school when he was 13 and finished college at 15 getting and went back 3 times. By the time he was done he was 19, had three PhDs, he quickly became one of the richest young men in the USA. He had a PhD in, Science, Mechanics, and one he has always kept secret. He decided to move to Paridiso to do charity work, but seeing how horrid the population was after many many years of helping and the oppertunity to join DARKSTAR Death-X Decided to join the winning side. Death-X has already helped improve the Munition,weapons, and armor of the DARKSTAR grunts.
Superpower: One Movement power: Death-X Uses Levitation to move most of the time, but in fights or long distance he will use a jetpack or board
One Major superpower: Death-X Has an unparralelled IQ, he uses it to give weapons or movement devices to others and himself
Super Weakness: Gold and Silver can be used to soften Death-Xs geneticly enhanced skin. Death-X Is still trying to counter this, but fears doing so would tear his own body apart
The volunteers cast a nervous glance around the corner as they trudged through the dimly-lit back alley. They nervously adjusted the hold on the shotguns they carried, sweeping them around in a scanning motion as they continued their patrol.
In many ways, it was fortunate they did not look up. If they had, likely they would have been far too terrified to move anyway; such was the alien nature of the thing that stared back at them with glowing crimson eyes. As it was, the first indication they received that they were not alone was when Jones' neck was crushed under the weight of the falling creature. One of the volunteers gave a yelp of surprise and fired, but fear had affected his aim and the shot went wide, chipping some of the stonework from a nearby building. That was the only shot he would get, as the knife sailed through the air and punched into his gut with a sickening 'squelch'. The human gargled as blood began to well up in his lungs, some of the coppery liquid beginning to run down his face as he gave weak coughs, before his eyes rolled back in his head and he collapsed backwards to hit the ground with a 'thump'.
The creature had no time to savour its kill, as a bat swung through the air in a swipe that would have smashed one side of his head clean in. Ducking under the blow in an almost imperceptibly fast motion, the creature brought its knee straight into the volunteer's-a woman, this time-abdomen. Taking advantage of the moment it had created, another kick caught her on the side of the head, spinning her around and making her drop to her knees and gasp for air. She only just had time to rise to her feet with grim defiance etched onto her face before a punch slammed into her windpipe, crushing it instantaneously. The corpse dropped to the blood slicked paving without ceremony.
The Outsider touched its brow in a salute to its fallen enemies, before kneeling down next to the corpse. Turning the body over gently, it began to search the dead women, methodically moving from the head to the feet. Seemingly finding nothing, the Outsider moved towards what was left of the volunteer it'd 'dropped in' upon. Again, nothing of value was removed. Finally, it moved over to the volunteer who'd taken the knife. No dice.
If the Outsider could have replaced the morbid smile its patchwork suit always wore with a grimace of frustration, then it would have done. Removing the knife from the dead man's stomach, causing a stream of blood to begin to pool next to the corpse, it slowly rose to his feet as it wiped the blade clean on his arm. What it sought was not here, nor were there any leads to the items location. In reality, the Outsider supposed, it shouldn't be surprised-things were seldom simple in Paradiso, and even less so when other Supers were involved.
A ray of sunlight breaking into the dark alleyway caused it to look skywards, and as it did so his eyes were drawn towards a particular skyscraper. Staring for a few moments, the Outsider looked down once more as an idea began to formulate. This time, the smile was genuine.
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