Looks (No anime pictures. Also, MUST have description):
RP Sample (Must be minimum of five sentences):7/08/2011 #1
k, I'm gonna post these one at a time, mostly to see if my formatting stays. if it doesn't I'll go through and fix it so you don't have to trudge through crappy txt :)
Name: Malik Peace
Alias: Old Blood. (his code name within the Lyfe Society)
Looks (No anime pictures. Also, MUST have description): Layed back punk/light goth look. He has tan skin due to his Egyptian roots, but he wished he didn't. His hair is dark brown/black and styled in natural looking spikes, He's medium tall, around 6', 6'2" maybe. His eyes are yellow brown to brown. He wears a small amount of makeup, usually some eyeliner or dark eyeshadow, sometimes eyebrow pencil. He likes how it makes him look striking, but he will forgo it depending on the impression he wants to give.
Hero Clothes: never really had any, just dark clothing, but if he doesn't want people to recognise him, he uses the blood around his eyes to form a quick eye mask, and to creates blood gloves to protect his hands if needed. He alwayse wears sharpened spiked cuffs on his wrists so he can easily access large amounts of blood for his power.
Civilian Clothes: Dark and easy to move in, but not without accessories. He usually wears chains, and lots of necklaces. He has both his ears pierced up the shell of his ears, as well as his left eyebrow. He's had a lot of piercings and such over the years, because he can heal up scars and such fast, and he has not trouble with the pain or the blood. He prefers heavy steel toe boots, but also likes converse. He dreams of steel toe converse.
Bio (Detail): One of the higher up members of the Lyfe group, despite his age. He grew up in an abusive household, and tied to be away from that as much as possible. Because of that he started doing skate boarding stuff, but eventually got into free running when he was a bit older, and he still does it as a hobby, but sinse he is often running around and using the skills he learned in free running, its more to keep his body at its best. When he was ten, he was doing homework in his room when his dad came home early, drunk out of his mind, and started beating on his mom, worse than usual. He discovered his powers when he nearly killed him. The police didn't know what to make of the scene, but luckily one of the members of Lyfe in the police force found him and managed to make up a plausible story. He got sent to Foster care because his mother was half insane and wouldn't acknowledge Malik at all. Lyfe took him in and trained his powers to help them. He had nothing better to do, so he started running erands for the members of Lyfe. The errends ranged from picking up donuts, to delivering documents and data, to escorting new finds and old officials to various venues. He slowly come to know all the members of the new york faction of Lyfe, every venue, and shop run by a member or sympathizer of Lyfe, and even some of the people who ran the group at the national and international level. But on these many errands he managed to run into a lot of trouble, but with his powers and free running skills, he got through all of it nearly unscathed, and managed to help a lot of people in the process. As he proved better and better at protection of both people and objects no matter what or who was trying to prevent safe delivery, people started to notice. He got more and more difficult assignments. By age 14 and a half, he was being chosen for assignments over senior members of the organization. At age 15 he started counselling new members and people they helped, especially younger powers. He got his powers at a young age, mostly because of the stress of the initiating incident, and had a lot of trouble controlling it for eight or nine months after. He was good with people; easy going, easy to talk to, and he truly cared about the people he was trying to help. When he was about 16, the Alien ship crashed. This caused a lot of panic within the organization, and he had to pick up a lot of the slack. He basically quit school so he could deal with the extra work of people both comeing out as powered, and the violence against them that inevitably followed. To make things worse seven members of the group, including two higher up Lyfers were murdered by powerphobes. Malik was promoted because everyone trusted him and he knew what he was doing. He did all the hands on work for the organization, working constantly, and fully giving up on any hopes of graduating while he was still a teenager.
He's seventeen now, and New York Lyfe is back on its feet and functioning normally again. He was reorganising people so that he could go back to school, allotting a few people to do his most time consuming jobs when yet another wrench was thrown into his life.
And he had to lead them. Fantastic.
Likes: clothing and accessories, non-deep fried food sold by street vendors, tofu, rock music, music in general, thunder (when he's inside (and not around people who hate storms)), coffee (out of necessity more than anything else), good hair days, nice cars, and mac eyeliner.
Dislikes: Ignorance, bigotry, bad music, socks and sandals, Justin Beiber, being sick (due to his power, he isn't often, but because of his work he has gotten some major super viruses.) bad Chinese food, open manholes, (although they have come in handy once or twice) and long, sleepless nights.
Powers/Abilities/Talents: He can control his own blood. This can help him heal both himself and others. He has full control over his own blood, which can give him occasional bursts of speed and strength, among other things. ;) He has limited control over other's blood, but the more he know someone, the better control he has.
Weaponry: He wears spike wrist cuffs to easily access blood, and can create an assortment of weapons with his blood.
Weaknesses: blood based poisons, or things like lead. He usually leaves his blood outside his body, but sometimes he has no choice. He is easily tired out by his power, especially when healing. He's also overly companionate, and although not gullible, won't leave an enemy in distress unless they have truly wronged him or someone he knows/has met/heard of…
Fears: Failure, death of a ward or Lyfer at his hands (it has happened, and they all haunt him), Something he said or did hurting someone, his father, his mother, that the world will never accept powered people, and certain cartoon characters coming to life (because seriously? Weirder things have happened…)
Extra: He talked to Lady Gaga once, when a gang of powered kids calling themselves little monsters and dressing up like gaga attacked and vandalized several powerphobic venues. When they attacked a subway killing two innocents and inguring many others, he ended up calling Hous of Gaga to try and get her to denounce the group. He got put on the line with her but was much to angry to really appreciate the moment. The group quit after her announcement so it all worked out fine.
He's bisexual, but never finds time or energy to date.
He's killed people, and has been in many awful situations, and because of this has night terrors and nightmares on a regular basis.
He never looked for or particularly wanted the power he had, and only accepted it because there was no one else suitable.
RP Sample (Must be minimum of five sentences): not COMPLETELY sure what you want with this, but I have a plan… I'll post your opening scene at the last post k? (scheming look)
omg it actually worked! Yay \o/ haha, here be the second, (and I think shortest) one haha ;D
Name: M Unknown
Looks (No anime pictures. Also, MUST have description): nondescript. Medium length brown hair, brown eyes, medium build, no distinguishing features what so ever.
Hero Clothes: should we give them a suit? Something spandex and simple, like black and blue, or black and yellow? Idk, will prolly come with the team name right?
Civilian Clothes: Simple and casual. White T-shirts and jeans etc.
Bio (Detail): He honestly doesn't remember his past, just the occasional flash. He remembers waking up in a Hospital in Dubai the day the spaceship landed. In the pandemonium he slipped away, not knowing who he was, or what he was doing. He ended up in one of the Lyfe group's shelters looking for a hot meal. When asked, he told the people there how he didn't remember anything, and they took him in. it didn't take them long to realize he had visions, and only a little longer to discover he could create force fields. They discovered many things, (he can speak at least 5 languages; his smile is so reassuring, he can get people to do almost anything; he has welltoned muscles, although not super strength; is an eccelent marksman with guns, bow and arrows, and darts) but they have the feeling they've only scratched the surface. He has a feeling that some of the higher ups know more than their letting on, but their scared enough of him that he isn't sure he wants to know.
Likes: He doesn't seem to like or dislike a lot of things, or he feels he didn't before. He likes desert, especially sherbet, games (because he usually wins), classical music, Italian food, simple teas, when clothes are warm right out of the drier, and cleaning (it relaxes him)
Dislikes: Trivia games, being cold, being right but not knowing why, knowing something but not knowing why, recognizing something and getting a headache because he cant remember.
Powers/Abilities/Talents: Physic (visions of future/past), can create force fields, seems to be able to do almost anything well, but he doesn't know why or how.
Weaponry: doesn't cary anything with him, but is an eccelent marksman with guns, arrows, throwing knives, darts, etc.
Weaknesses: when he has a vision, he is incapacitated, and sometimes hurt by them. He isn't alwase emotionally aware and can hurt peoples feelings. He is often unaware of a talent that may come in handy. He is emotionally unstable and sometimes cannot control himself. He does not know anything before the alien crash, and sometimes needs things explained to him.
Fears: That he was a bad person before he can remember, hurting someone, not being able to help someone because he can't remember something, never being able to remember.
Extra: He has odd mood swings, and can sometimes be so awkward he borders on being mentally disabled, and other times is as capable as the most trained personnel. He sometimes forgets where he is, and even has lapses where he remembers everything, but doesn't realize it…
RP Sample (Must be minimum of five sentences):7/09/2011 #3
And here be ma last one for now, I have an adult that will help run things, but she's a work in progress, will hopefully finish her tonight :)
Alias: Mister (because he looks and moves like mist? Get it? Get it? Yaaa, lame. But good lame.)
Looks (No anime pictures. Also, MUST have description): He's extremely pale, with a greyish look to his skin, and grey eyes. His hair is a dull black that looks nearly grey, (but isn't, as the entire hair colour is dull and grey as opposed to parts of it turning white.) He's tall, but compact, about 6'. He is extremely agile and stretchy, and it shows in everything he does. He walks and does things with a weird grace, and if there is someone watching he will sometimes go out of his way to do something with an extra flip or impossible feat, just because. His features are Austrian/German, and has a quite attractive face, but looks almost sickly due to the greyness of his skin and hair.
Hero Clothes: When in the circus, he would crime fight in a grey-brown and black spandex suit. It was used for one of his acts, and has durable patches so it is not worn down. It is done in a swirly pattern, a bit like grey marble, becoming darker at the shoes, hands, and head where it has a full face mask of the same pattern. It absorbs light instead of reflecting it, and although if you pointed him out he would look ridiculous, you don't notice him any other time.
Civilian Clothes: He usually goes around in grey sweats or jeans (elasticised of course), and somehow can make them look semi-formal. He prefers grey undershirts, muscle shirts, or t-shirts with the sleeves ripped off. Anything he wears has maximum comfort and movement in mind.
Bio (Detail): Franz is a contortionist. He was born into the traveling Circus. His family has been with the same traveling circus for six generations. He was raised to be a juggler and to work with animals, same as the last six generations. But as he got a little older, twelve of thirteen, he showed an amazing affinity for the art of contortion. His family did not approve of this, but at least he wasn't doing something crazy like running away, so they allowed it. He soon proved good enough to be one of the circus's lead acts despite his age. He also seemed to loose colour in his skin and hair, but because the doctors said there was nothing wrong, no one played much attention to it. Although it a was a bit jarring to suddenly be in the spot light instead of being a miscellaneous helper, he loved the attention, and he was amazing at his art, a true natural. But not all the spectators were kind, as he found out when he was running an errand in the medium sized town they had stopped in in southern France. He was with another girl from his troupe, buying some extra groceries that were forgotten on the main run, when they took a short cut through a series of winding back allies. A gang of drunken teenagers attacked them, knocking the girl unconscious, and beating her and Franz mercilessly. He couldn't fight back, and he barely had the strength to drag himself and the unconscious girl back to the lot where they were set up. The girl never fully recovered, stuck in a wheel chair for the rest of her life. Franz was lucky, and seemed to heal incredibly fast for the state he was in. The girl refused to look at him after that, a lot of people treated him differently too, either too hard, or too soft, like he was broken. After that, he swore that he would never let anyone get hurt that bad again. He got stronger. He asked one of the older carnies, a knarled man name Marg, to teach him how to fight. The man obliged, putting him through gruelling training on top of the already exhausting practice and routines he had with his performances. Each helped with the other though, and when he was sixteen they finally came in handy. They were in a city in Albania, and he was looking for a more obscure item used by one of the fortune tellers when he heard screams coming from an alley. He carefully investigated, seeing a man attacking a defenceless woman. He stopped him, he may have killed him, he didn't stick around to find out. He made sure the woman was alright, and carried on like nothing happened. He started going out of his was to run errands for people, patrolling the streets of whatever city or town they happened to be in at the time. He soon found he was good at sneaking, pretending he was part of the mist or landscape of a city. To protect his identity, which would inevitably get out if he continued the way he was, he used a spandex suit from one of his acts. He got a vague reputation, but because he never spent too long in one place, no one really investigated. When he was twenty two, the Alien ship crashed, and all sorts of people came out as supers, especially within the circus, because it's a place for people who don't belong to belong. He realised that what had happened to his was in fact a mutation as well, and decided to take it upon himself to help the other supers in the troupe. The leader of their troupe wanted to make money off them, so they began to design shows with powers, one of the first traveling circuses to do so, and more people started to come to their shows again. Although many in the circus were powerphobic and opposed to their mini-shows, when they brought in more and more people, they accepted Franz's group. Soon the respected Franz for what felt like the first time since he was attacked in that alley. He's finally feeling like he belongs, both with his crime fighting and his performing.
Likes: Ice cream, the feeling of doing well on stage with thousands of people cheering for him, playing carnival games with regular spectators and beating them spectacularly. Helping people, hurting people who hurt others, getting flowers, the look on people's faces when he does something "impossible", port towns/cities, fresh vegetables, sad movies, and kids who say they want to be like him.
Dislikes: Chatty seamstresses, bus sleep, elephants, puddles, rotten food, bad movies, and loose gravel.
Powers/Abilities/Talents: He can move his body past the limits of normal humans, although not past the boundaries of his bones and muscles. He also has increased healing, but not on a wolverine level. He is in incredibly good shape, and has almost super human stamina and strength, but that is only from his training.
Weaponry: prefers hand to hand compat, but is skilled with the long staff and passable at knife fighting.
Weaknesses: He is still human, and has human limits. He gets hurt just like anyone else, and although can take care of himself, he will never be the strongest because of that. He cares what others think of him (to a point), and can over think things.
Fears: Breaking himself to the point he can't do anything anymore, some flying bugs, performing badly and getting booed off the stage.
Extra: Has strong ties to the Circus, and will not leave them easily. They are all he's ever known, and are truly a family, especially because of the amount they travel.
RP Sample (Must be a minimum of five sentences):7/09/2011 #4
damn, I would try to break up the bios a bit, their a little solid, but it won't let me until I've been on for two days :( lol, hope your good at slogging through words haha7/09/2011 #5
Name: Elka Meav
Alias: Watcher, Gypsy, Thief
Looks (No anime pictures. Also, MUST have description): Will be with clothes
Civilian Clothes: She likes to mix old-fashion with new. She has a style all her own. It is usually very earthy and bohemian styled. She has long brown curly hair that she seems to refuse to cut. Because of that, it has reached her waist. When straightened, it is longer. She loves doing all sorts of different hairstyles. She loves wearing hats or bandannas or clips. She usually wears converse sneakers or gladiator sandals. She gets cold very easily, and also often wears scarfs of jackets. She usually covers her arms to hide her scars. She also often wears headphones and plays music, saying it drowns out everything else, including the voices.
Bio (Detail): Elka has a very interesting and weird past. Her mother had been a gypsy, so she often moved around. While the elders in the group were very traditional, the younger kids like herself, were more modern.
Likes: Music, arts, dance,
Dislikes: Some of the stuff she has to do to survive, the government, Lyfe (Frollo knows of them, and has told her lies)
Powers/Abilities/Talents: Powers= Psychic -She has visions, which she usually ends up painting. In these moments, it seems she blanks out from her surroundings until the vision is over-.
Fortune Telling- She's capable of reading palms and tarot cards -Not always correct, as she does not believe the future is set in stone-
Dream Walking- Able to enter into one's subconscious mind, and control to a limit -However, if they have been trained, or are stronger than she is, they can still keep her from effecting their mind. If their subconscious also takes note of her, they can and occasionally will attack to protect the being whose mind she is in-
Magic- Capable of magic for escape. Most is illusions, but she has shown to be able to charm or curse others
Skills= She is decent with the arts, such as dance and music. She has also shown to be good at trickery and con-art
RP Sample (Must be minimum of five sentences): (Not this character, but this is my general style)
"I do not know what will happen now, but remember that we will be protected," he told the young girl, carefully cutting away her long blond hair with his knife.
"But what if we're not? The others weren't," whimpered the young girl, as her blonde locks fell down to her lap and the ground. She could no longer afford to look like a girl. Not in a place like Tortuga, where many Pirates and less-than-hnourable men showed up. They couldn't afford anything else happening. Any more misfortune.
"What if something happens, Bachuus?" she questioned, looking up once he finished her hair.
"Nothing will, Pan, nothing will," and at that, Pan's older brother gave her a tight hug, and led her into what would soon be a great mistake.
That had been almost two months ago. Pan had been with her brother, Bachuus. She didn't even know how, but the two had been seperated. Luckily, she now knew her act well. Pretend to be a boy. A quiet boy. Do not talk, unless spoken to, and even then, pretend to be dumb or mute. Keep your hair to your chin, keep dirt on your skin, and above all, do not wear skirts or dresses!
Pan grew silent and looked to the ground. Her face turned into one of hurt and sadness. She didn't like actually explaining why she was at Tortuga. Though, few cared to ask. She looked over to the bushes, seeing a torn and burned fragment of a Royal Navy flag. She walked over and picked it out of the bushes, not caring as it ripped farther in the process.
The way she held up the flag said it all. She'd lost her family to the navy. They had either been killed or captured.7/09/2011 . Edited 8/12/2012 #6
So this is pretty short, but she is the adult and mentor of the group so she needs to be removed from the others on several levels. ALRIGHT! I'm gonna read yours, and write an opening peace for the RP :)
Name: Genna Price
Looks (No anime pictures. Also, MUST have description): Blond wavy hair, usually styled out of her face for practicality. Bright blue eyes, and Arian feachers. Medium hight at 5'6" or so, and moves gracefully, but with purpose. Oh, and she has wings. She wears a perception filter but her wings are still there, and moves accordingly. She really doesn't like closed in spaces.
Hero Clothes: Has none, prefers to not do the heroing. She'll wear a blue eye mask if she needs to though.
Civilian Clothes: practical, simple, and earthy. Always wears pants in case she needs to fly. She prefers flowing clothing, but has learned what to and what not to wear. She wears a perception filter for her white feathered wings.
Bio (Detail): Born 1974, she was born into her powers. Her grandmother, Marie, was 12 years old when world war 12 started, and ended up in Auschwitz(?). She was 18 when the war ended, leaving her with painful visions of the future. Marie was one of the founding members of Lyfe. She waited for a long time before having children, worried that her mutation would pass on to her child. The mutation didn't pass through to her children, but you can imagine her shock when her first grandchild came out with wings. The birth of Genna led to a long and fruitless investigation into the heredity of mutations, and it appears that there was little to no relationship between Marie's and Genna's visions.
Either way, Genna was raised with the upper echelons of the Lyfe society, and started helping them out from a young age, (causing a lot of tension and fights between Marie and Genna's mother.) her flying came in handy for intelligence etc. She was also one of the main reasons that cloaking and perception alteration devises were created. (well the funding was because of her, their creation was because of the odd genius mutation)
She knows pretty much every in and out of Lyfe, all the people, their children, their parents, and their favourite foods. But she prefers field work. She's worked many high profile investigations over the years, and is trusted by nearly everyone within the society. Because of this she was a shoe in to put in charge of the super hero team. She hand-picked Malik, M, and many of the other members of the team. She plans to be their mentor, giving missions, and monitoring them throughout their missions, as well as gathering information when needed.
Likes: mozzarella cheese, inelegant people who can get stuff done, good modern art.
Dislikes: Paperwork, stupid people, eating too much.
Powers/Abilities/Talents: She has wings and flight. Her wing joint is about a foot above her head, and when fully folded the tip ends around her knees. They get in the way a lot as they are always there, perception filter or no. She can fly just as high as any bird, and curls her legs up underneath her when flying in a posture similar to most birds. Her good memory and a mind geared towards maths and maps make her perfect for surveillance and scouting.
Weaponry: Can use a gun, and has used rocket launchers etc, but she prefers not to get into the battle side of things if she can help it. She hasn't always been able to help it, and she has been in battle.
Weaknesses: Can't fly too high, can't land on any surface, and sometimes needs space, depending on speed due to her rather thin wings. She can't bear a lot of weight because her wings were meant to carry her and her alone, but some things are fine.
Fears: Drowning, being trapped, she has claustrophobia, She's afraid of cats, and many large cat like animals, losing someone she loves, failing people.
Extra: She's kind and easygoing, but will stand for no bullshit. She will always discipline when needed, even when it may not be the best thing to do. She's seen pretty much anything, so nothing really surprised her anymore. Many people like to use her as a confidant for that reason, and the fact she has a strict honour code. She will be hard on the group but not unnecessarily so. She just wants ot make sure they grow, and act like the adults they are/are expected to be.
RP Sample (Must be minimum of five sentences):
May I join? :3
Name: William Motley
Looks (No anime pictures. Also, MUST have description): William goes for the hippy, california surfer look, though he's never actuallybeento California. The male stands at exactly 6'0. Just enough to tower slightly above average, yet not freakishly so. He is slim as well, with a light padding of muscle underneath, and a distinctly v-shaped torso set on long, athletic legs. His features are light and chiseled, nothing to distinguishing if it weren't for the long scar on the left side of his face starting from his cheekbone and extending to his forehead. His eyes are an astonishing swirl of greens and blues and hidden behind colourfully framed spectacles. His whole face is surrounded by his dark blonde dreads which hang at shoulder length.
Hero Clothes: Nothing extreme here. an eye mask and darker, more form-fitting clothing.
Civilian Clothes: A loose, white button-up shirt, faded vintage jeans, and nonexistant shoes. Thrown into the mix are brown, faux-leather wristbands on each wrist, a few handmade friendship bracelets, and two silver rings on each hand.
Bio (Detail): William was born into a well off family somewhere along the west coast of Canada. A quintessential middle child, William grew up as the "black sheep" of his family. They didn't take to much interest in him, but they still cared and he knew it. He didn't have many friends either, and found solace in reading and language, and became proficient at speaking several including German, Arabic, and Mandarin. Growing up in British Columbia, much of what was around him was Temperate Rainforest, and it contained quite a bit of wildlife. He liked to roam the forests, finding nothing much at home for him, and seemed to have a natural affinity with the animals. One afternoon, around the time when he was eleven, he was strolling in the forest and happened upon a cougar (which were common in the area) nursing what looked like a thorn stuck in her paw, William knew nothing of staying away from wounded animals that were more likely to attack in their state. He tried to get closer to take a look at it, and the cougar swiped at his face (how he got his scar) and was about to pounce when it was shot by a hunter who was passing through. The man called 911 and William was taken to the hospital to get stitches. A brilliant stroke of luck, they called it. Naturally, this put strains on his parents marriage, and they divorced a year later. William's mother stayed at home, and kept custody of the three daughters, while William and his father moved further up north. Not very long after this, his father became a drunk, coming home late every night with the sickening stench of alcohol on him. This was a time when William kept to himself, often going for walks, or simply locking his bedroom door. One evening two years later, while Will's youngest sister was visiting, his father came home a fair bit more wasted than usual, and the yelling began. He was blaming William for the divorced, and expressed his annoyance with his daughter for not choosing to live with him. This didn't go on very long before William started yelling back, arguing with his father, and he proceeded to beat William and his sister. Will's sister managed to get away, and left him to get beat. With every hit, his anger grew, until he was nearly boiling with rage and could take no more. Suddenly, the air temprature dropped below freezing, frost crept up the walls, and not very long after, an arctic storm had formed in the house, fuelled by William's rage. His father died that night in the house, frozen to death, the authorities were baffled when they found a frozen body on a perfectly warm day, and concerned for William's whereabouts (being that he left), and he never heard from the rest of his family again, and didn't bother trying to contact them. He has yet to be found by the Lyfe group, and currently resides in the streets of Vancouver, and got there by taking a taxi on his father's credit card (which has since been deactivated). He manages to scrape by with small jobs he finds on the billboards at various locations in the city.
He still lives with the guilt of his father's death, and usually tries to push the memory as far back as it will go, and often relives the fateful night in his nightmares. Often times, if the nightmare seems very real, it will cause him to release his powers in small amounts, usually this is just a drop in air temperature, or a coating of frost on his bedding, but he doesn't want to take any chances and chooses to stay away from shelters or motels, however nice they may seem.
Likes: Nature, fashionable items of interest, animals, music, the city, books, reading, and language.
Dislikes: Steam, excessive heat in general, Miley Cyrus, snobs, bad hairdressers, spiders, and pie.
Powers/Abilities/Talents: Manipulation of Ice, snow and cold air, as well as an increased learning ability.
Weaponry: A dagger on his side is all he really needs as far as he is concerned.
Weaknesses: Over-exposure to heat for a time will weaken his powers considerably, and he has only limited control of his powers, if that can be considered a weakness.
Fears: Large spiders, falling into a manhole at night, people abducting him while he's trying to sleep, and pie.
Extra: He has a tattoo of an octopus on his right wrist, and a rather elaborate ouroboros on the small of his back.
RP Sample (Must be minimum of five sentences): This isn't using the same character, it's from a slightly older rp on a different site:
..."Aye aye captain!", he made a little two finger salute to the tiny girl. Sipping his tea, he wondered if anything besides these anomalies would actually happen. Idly, he peered at the hatter, who now seemed to be mumbling partly to himself and partly at the rabbit, but was given no hint of a response. Tarrant could've laughed at the tiny girl. But he restrained himself, and resigned himself to sipping on his tea, and decided just to check on her every now and then... just to make sure she wasn't eaten by the constantly dis-and-reappearing cat, or squashed by Santo with his now ridiculously large hands.7/14/2011 . Edited 7/17/2011 #8
Pen dear, did you have to plagiarize his power? you could have at least changed the name... this is original, and I would REALLY prefer if we don't drag existing fandoms in. otherwise I kina like him. Haven't read the bio yet, your writing style's a little hard to get through.
Also, can I use your real name on here,? Or should I just used Pen or Pendragon. I know a lot of people don't like having their real names on the interwebs, so I might aswell ask. Or I could call you K or D or something...7/14/2011 #9
I'm afraid I'm going to have to agree with Polsarax here. We don't want to drag in other fandoms, as this is original. I also agree one the writing style bit. Could I have some communication, so I can see have you have characters talk to eachother please??? :37/14/2011 #10
Alright, so there are HUGE holes in the Bio. And how does he get into the story? did he get picked up by life? And his father left him lots of money.... as in lots for a homeless kid, or as in lots for a normal person with a house and expenses. Lyfe helps runs most homeless shelters, so if he's ever displayed his powers near there, lyfe will pick them up. I think I'm going to make my prequel into a chapter-ed fic, just to get a lot of the little informational bits about lyfe out there...
right back to you character, and the dad. Was the dad a drunk? because if he was, he may not have had that much money. I think that the money aspect throws off the character. being homeless is not fun. If he has that much money, does he stay in motels? homeless shelteres? does he sleep at fireds houses? He isn't realistic. you need to iron things out a bit.7/14/2011 #11
I'm also curious on why the authorities would have simply pushed him away. In such a situation, he would have usually been sent to an orphanage or a children's home, unless he ran away. I realise this is not always the case, but for the most part, he wouldn't have been just left on the streets.
Also, why were the gangsters burnt? Did he take them to a fire or something? And how did he survive the cougar attack? It makes very little sense, and seems a bit jumbled.7/14/2011 #12
I'm sorry! I didn't realize there were so many holes in the bio! As I told Sara, they are due to tiredness. I can edit the whole thing, if you wish?7/15/2011 #13
No need to worry, I get it. ^^ If you want to, that's fine.7/15/2011 #14
Alright so, I went ahead and edited it, and put a new RP sample on. The bio should be solid now, I hope, and I de-plagiarized his power by putting a new one, etc. etc.7/16/2011 #15
I like him, if you made sure to add those little bits I told you about. the main reason why I didn't have Malik 'kill' his father was the authorities and imence guilt. You should deal with those in your character, because both are huge factors of humanity.7/17/2011 #16
Alrighty. Thanks for the tips btw :) they help. Alot.7/17/2011 #17
Gonna agree there, but I like 'im :) Accepted :)7/17/2011 #18
Name: Addison "Addy" Johnson
Looks (No anime pictures. Also, MUST have description): Blond, almost white hait that curls and reaches her waist. Her eyes are both a pale blue. Her cheeks and nose are covered in freckle against pale skin. Because she's often outside, her skin is fairly dirty. She's short even for her age, standing at about 4'2''. Her eyes are surrounded by dark circles
Hero Clothes: Usually the same as her regular clothes
Civilian Clothes: Usually wears different halloween costumes, and when not often times a white or blue dress. Refuses to wear shoes.
Bio (Detail): When Addy was born, she was born deaf. From this, her parents seemed to be ashamed of their daughter. Growing up was hard, as the other kids didn't understand what it was like, and though that if they played with her, they would become deaf as well. From the lack of friends, Addy started making her own. However, unknown to her, these imaginary friends weren't just imaginary. The more she believed them to be real, the more real they became.
When she turned nine, her mother had another daughter, this one not deaf. The attention this baby was given, the love that Addy had never received, it was the last straw. She opened her mouth, and screamed. Her imaginary friends, once so helpless and invisible became real to everybody else as well. However, they were no longer the cute and friendly creatures they once were, they were monsters. The house was destroyed, but the family managed to get away. They tried sending their daughter somewhere else when Lyfe came and collected the child. Since, they have been helping her to gain control of her abilities.
She learned sign language, and she was treated better. They found that when happy, she was a quite, calm, kind little girl. But when she reached a breaking point, her imaginary friends turned to monsters.
Dislikes: Hearing people thinking she is 'diseased', her parents, being ignored
Likes: Genna, Malik, and M, dolls, games, outside
Powers/Abilities/Talents: Creationism: What she creates in her mind can become real if she believes in it enough
Weaknesses: When she becomes to upset or angry, the imaginary creatures turn to monsters, attacking anything and everything until she is calmed down
Looks (No anime pictures. Also, MUST have description): He stands at about 5'9'' and has a fairly slim body, not too much muscle. His hair is a brownish-redish and is often messy. His skin is also fairly tan.
Hero Clothes: Usually the same as his civilian clothes, except he usually changes to match the area where they are going, and wears dark sunglasses
Civilian Clothes: His clothes are usually just plain jeans with a plaid shirt, and he also wears glasses. He doesn't show much care for his appearance, and is fairly messy. He also usually has a blue-tooth in his ear, and a microphone attached to it.
Bio (Detail): Sam keeps pretty quiet about his past. His whole life he was the 'geek' in his class, and both his parents were business people, often too busy for him. When he was fifteen, he learned about his abilities. He started simple, hacking his school computers and other things. As he got older, he became stronger, able to simply read and interfere with the radio waves without even being at a computer. Instead of being recruited by Lyfe, he went to them. He quickly gained the name "Cockroach", in reference to how when he hacks, he's like a pest. He won't leave until he has retrieved what he wants. And he has yet to be found or taken down, like how cockroaches seem to be impossible to kill and get rid of.
Likes: Computers, movies, coke, chocolate cake
Dislikes: potato chips, most things with grease, jocks
Powers/Abilities/Talents: A technopath. He can also interfere and hack with radio-waves, able to see them when not even at a computer
Weaponry: None that he really, but he does carry around a small handgun just in case
Weaknesses: Not physically strong. Also, with the right equipment, his hacking can be detected
Fears: Being caught, the bullies from when he was in highschool, (secretly) cockroaches
Love em both!!!! Glad you put them within Lyfe, kina exited for this!!! I like deaf characters, although they can be really stupidly hard to play tho haha, hope you do her justice :)8/11/2011 #20
So, you like Addy so far? I feel like if she's still learning, she'll be easier to play. But once she's 15, oh, she's gonna be something8/11/2011 #21
ya, I like her :) and I can't wait for that!!! just be careful with your working and stuff, you already said that she "heard what other people though about her" lol. wording is really hard with that kind of thing, so idk if that would even be worth changing... idk, but there was this one story that my sister read that I just keep thinking is gonna happen with this lol. It was a fic where the main character was blind, but the writer either wasn't careful enough, or just did not understand blindness. I think he ended up putting on makeup himself, and something about moving furniture. Just wanna make sure you think about stuff like that haha.8/11/2011 #22
Oh, Hearing people thinking she's diseased. Not her hearing that they think she's diseased, but "hearing people", as in people who aren't deaf. Sorry, I'll make sure to make that clear ^^ No, I think about it. I have a friend who is mostly deaf, hearing everything as a blur. However, she has a really good hearing aid, so if you talk very clearly and loudly, she can make out what you say.8/11/2011 #23
Kewl! I'm just makeing sure. You know me, always more paranoid then inoffensive haha. I can't wait!8/11/2011 #24
Name: Cy Avenell
Alias: Nyte Ryder
Looks (No anime pictures. Also, MUST have description):
Hero Clothes: Black jumpsuit with no insignia, a utility belt, and a mask that covers his eyes and extends own his left jawline to the middle of his chin
Civilian Clothes: Black shirts, normally with bands on them (Bullet for my Valentine, Black Veil Brides, Falling in Reverse, ECT), black skinny jeans, and black Converse.
Bio (Detail): Cy is a high school student (10th grade) that is constantly bullies, some of the names being "freak" a "emo". He's a loner and a light sleeper. He writes though though he never has time because he's out saving people,being a hero and such. His father is CEO of Avenell Corp, a big company that specialized in technology. Cy's parents don't he's a superhero. He has natural black hair styled in a "skater flip", silver eyes, and soft facial features.
Likes: Writing, Rock and Roll music, the Internet
Dislikes: People in his school, homework, most teachers
Powers/Abilities/Talents: Danger Sense, Agility, Illusions
Weaponry: Rockets in his boots that allow him to fly (Thanks to his fathers business), and twin swords from his utility belt
Weaknesses: Water. He can't swim. When people are in danger
Fears: Spiders, he has Acarophobia. It doesn't matter is they're real or robotic, he may faint.
RP Sample (Must be minimum of five sentences): Cy looked up from his computer. The clock read 7:20pm. He should head out soon. The black suit hung in his closet behind everything else, which was all black, so it didn't really stand out too much. Good thing his mom didn't think twice about his wardrobe. He slid back from his desk and meandered (sp?) over to his closet. Being Nyte Ryder was a rush, and Cy loved it. As long as he wasn't Cy Avenell, the emo freak who faints at spiders, he was content. He wished he could be Nyte Ryder all the time, but he did treasure the villains not being able to track him down.2/08/2012 #25
Name: drei young age: 19 as present alias: typhoon or smokegun gender: male looks: has fair completion along with dark hair, he has blue eyes,red lips and a pointed nose, he's of average built and he's tall for his age and he's handsome. Hero clothes: he wears a grey sleeveless spandex outlined with dark colours, he wears two long handbands and adjustable scientific googles for protecting him on his cowl,he also wears a neck warmer and spiked shoes. Civilian clothes: he often wears shirts and a body tight jean trouser. Bio: born in toronto,canada. drei is the firstborn,he leaves canada for the united states in a school transfer after injuring a bully with his powers. He gets recruited by titan institution and becomes the hero typhoon,his best friend is his co-hero,nathan a superhero capable of copying abilities. Likes: he likes been cool and having a conversation,he also loves girls. Dislikes: hates been bullied and restricted to communication. Powers/abilities/talents: can manipulate and bend the air to his will,can also move at high speeds. Weaponry: batarangs. Weakness: fire blasts and depression,he often gets weak by the later. Fears: losing out in one or one battles and not being able to protect his friends. Extra: he is one of the first three recruits of the titan institution, he is a student of architecture at the rand state university. RP sample: he's like avatar aang from avatar: the last airbender.he plays the role of the main character.he is also like liu kang from mortal combat, his only sister is a technician,and he is ranked 32 among the world heroes.9/19/2012 #26
I've been looking for something like this for three years.
Name: Ryan Johnston
Looks: Ryan has shaggy black hair; it used to be a dark brown, but, for no reason at all, he decided to dye it. It sometimes falls into his eyes, and this annoys him. Hie has a small nose, broad ears, distinct eyes and a very unnoticeable mouth. His skin colour is a healthy beige and slightly paler than usual at times.
Hero Clothes: He usually wears a black knee-length trenchcoat over his civilian clothes.
Civilian Clothes: Ryan likes to wear dark colours. Call it cynicism, he just doesn't like bright colours. He usually wears dark wash jeans, a black zip-up hoodie, and a black t-shirt underneath.
Bio: When Ryan was born, the hospital exploded, killing his mother, his father, and his older sister, who insisted she be there. Miraculously, he - along with three others - survived the blast. Afterwards, the government couldn't reach a conclusion and instead claimed it to be a terrorist act against America.
However, it was in fact Ryan who caused the explosion. He went from youth's home to youth's home in his childhood and adolescence, and, at age 17, he fled the boarding house at which he was living, accidentally burning down the place during his escape.
Nowadays, you can see Ryan fighting crime, to atone for the painful truth that he involuntarily killed his family and was responsible for more deaths.
Likes: He enjoys listening to Johnny Cash; also, he enjoys spicy food, including sriracha, and driving 4x4s.
Dislikes: He is naturally cynical, so his main pet peeve is those goody-two-shoes or happy-go-lucky sort of people.
Powers/Abilities/Talents: His superpower is Explosive Fire Manipulation; he's pyrokinetic, but the fire he wields is explosive. He has trained himself to master-like levels with this power, knowing every possible tactic he can use.
Weaponry: Explosive fire
Weaknesses: He can be hurt by fire, and prolonged use of his powers results in mental strain and an increased internal temperature. He is certain that over-prolonged use could result in his own fiery demise, so he's careful.
Fears: He always has a nagging fear that he'll turn out to really be a murderer; he's already taken innocent lives, and he's decided that if he takes another, he'll have to make sure he never does it again.
Extra: He currently holds the record for most Sriracha consumed in one gulp.
RP Sample: Ryan was bored. "Folsom Prison Blues" filled the room, but it seemed more empty than ever. He was on the tattered couch of this slum basement apartment he had rented.
In his hand was a floating ball of fire. It seemed almost liquid, the way the flames formed out of thin air. He stared between his propped feet at the grey wall.
He looked away and the focus was broken. The ball vanished. He sat up, and flicked on the television with the remote. He sat back again, closed his eyes, and felt heat welling in the palm of his hand.5/08 . Edited 5/08 #27
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