Oh, I'm sorry. Yes.
Thanks
The graceless warrior, wielder of the edgeless blade, prophet of the old religions, writer of fluent nonsense, saviour of soul and song.I had an idea for a villain, but then it turned into a guy who's sort of in a "bad guy" job for good reasons, but now that I've written most of it out, I can't think of a reason why he'd ever leave his turf* and go out heroing it up, which is probably a bad thing for a character in an RP. I'd probably use this character rarely because of that, or maybe you might want to use him as an NPC. Or maybe he could be one of Jet's friends. I dunno.
- Name: Cornelius Dollar
- Sex: Male
- Alias: Gold Dollar
- Age: 35
- Appearance: Has gold skin, but otherwise looks exactly like a gold-tinted version of Flyguy from I'm Gonna Git You Sucka
- Character Alignment: Lawful Neutral
- Occupation: Pimp/Lawyer/Humanitarian
- Personality: A man who always smiles, stays positive, and never gets pissed off - even when he's beating someone to death, it's not because he's angry, but because it's something that has to be done.
- Powers/Abilities:
- Somewhat increased agility and endurance, despite the added bulk of his body.
- Is made out of solid gold.
- Has limited abilities to manipulate his gold body - can't make his arm a harpoon gun, but he can make clothes and repair himself.
- Weapons:
- His shoes, which are actually a part of his body, are made out of a tough transparent gold, and each houses a pirhanna, which he can release by opening the hatch.
- His cane, also now part of his body. It's like a normal cane... but gold... and pointy.
- Background: A rich kid from Boston who then went on to study law at Harvard. Shortly after graduating and working at a small law firm, an Uncle he never knew died (along with his parents, because you've gotta be an orphan in this world), and left him a trunk of belongings. Inside was a cane, which when he touched it, infused him with the powers of gold. He knew that he could no longer continue with his normal life if he wanted to make the world a better place, but being a superhero would only be a short-term solution to long-term problems, so he decided to try and take to the streets to reform them from the ground up. He went to Radio City and spent most of his family's money a section of the slums - naming it Gold Dollar Avenue - remodeled it, and started up operations for gang rehabilitation - there's an auto works, computer repair shop, frozen yogurt stand, homeless shelter, and apartment complex, to name a few places, where they can work and live a normal life. But due to his somewhat Libertarian views, he also helps prostitutes by offering to be their pimp. Despite facilitating the world's oldest profession in the city's slums, there's a strict order to what he does, and some would say that's he's a sort of father figure to his girls and compared to most pimps, a pretty decent guy. He does not force any of his girls to work, does not employ underage girls*, does not deal in narcotics, does not collect out of each girl's income, and instead of turning his cane and glove on girls who don't "make enough" like a pimp normally would, he only uses them to strike troublesome Johns and any thugs trying to reclaim gang members.
Because of his lack of gang affiliations and good business practices, the fact that he keeps his streets more-or-less "clean" and is weakening other gangs in the area, as well as a few well-placed bribes, causes the police to usually turn a blind eye to a few things that pop up in the area.
edited 5th Aug '12 12:24:23 PM by nman
Maybe, he could be reactin' to some fo' encroaching on his territory. When he investigates, he finds out that The Man Behind the Man is a very big* threat, pushing him to act with or against the other P Cs.
Nevermind.
edited 5th Aug '12 2:06:07 PM by Saturn
Mayhaps. And I guess if anyone wanted to ally themselves with him, there might be other superheroes who happen to live on Gold Dollar Avenue, and that would probably cause trouble on his street every now and then.
Nevermind what? Is Gold Dollar accepted?
It would be nice if I posted my OP in the actual RP instead of the sign-up, dah?
edited 5th Aug '12 9:41:43 PM by wikkit
Curtsey links to the discussion and the RP itself.
The voice of thy brother's blood crieth unto me from the ground(BUMP)
Can I signup a third character as a neutral? (I can't play villains. At all.)
I dunno...You say you can't play villains, so I'm not sure neutral is much better. What are their motives and intentions?
Basically, another victim of the cult. This one has two main motivation (she's younger than 1138 a and b): find her mommy and find the kind girl who looked after her (probably 1138-b). She's got superpowers, but isn't really a superhero, since she uses them for her own good — something like uncaring True Neutral.
Addendum: I can't play truly evil people — Good Cannot Comprehend Evil is in my troper page for a reason. But I can play people who do evil — see 1138-a.
edited 8th Aug '12 3:20:54 PM by desdendelle
The voice of thy brother's blood crieth unto me from the groundOK, signup will be up shortly. Stay tuned.
EDIT: Well, here goes. Might contain slight SPaG errors.
- Name: Subject 1212. She calls herself Tia.
- Sex: female.
- Alias: N/A.
- Age: circa 10.
- Appearance: Are you my mommy?
- Character Alignment: 'don't care' True Neutral.
- Occupation: Finding her mommy. Finding the kind girl who cared for her when They took mommy away.
- Personality: Tia is a simple person. As noted above, she has two goals in life: finding her mommy and finding the person that basically amounts to her surrogate mommy. Other than that, she's not really interested in other people any more than a normal ten-year-old is. She's not especially sociable, but not especially anti-sociable either. Adults that are kind to her can gain her friendship pretty easily, and those that are not face tears, hurt feelings, etc — just like a normal kid.
- Powers:
- Voluntary Shapeshifting a la Konjiki no Yami (and I assume Eve); other words, she can turn parts of her body into Shapeshifter Weapons — blades, bludgeons, claws, etc. (Cf. this. Link NSFW. Also cf. this.)
- Background: Tia is another victim of the cult that experimented on the 1138 sisters. First, the cult let the young wife of one of the members take care of her (that's her mommy), but when the woman objected to the experiments conducted on Tia the cult Unpersoned her, and passed her into the 1138 sisters' adoptive father's care. He was a busy person, and so 1138-b cared for her instead. But then the sisters escaped. Tia was heartbroken, and she decided to find her mommy. So she tossed aside the people who took her mother away and started searching for her. Fortunately for her, by that time the cult moved its operations closer to Radio City or she would've never reached the place alive. There she found an old army captain who pitied her and took care of her. But he wasn't her mommy. So she continued searching.
edited 10th Aug '12 10:26:58 AM by desdendelle
The voice of thy brother's blood crieth unto me from the groundAccepted.
OK, I'll bump her into someone.
Are you my mommy?
Belated EDIT: She needs to be added to the list in the first post.
edited 9th Aug '12 7:05:05 AM by desdendelle
The voice of thy brother's blood crieth unto me from the groundIt's been a long time since I've been here.
May I join?
- Name: Shaun Gothman
- Sex: Male
- Alias: Eldritch
- Age: Unknown, but has the appearance of someone in their late teens or early twenties.
- Appearance:
- Human:Not that threatening, right?
- True Form: Look ye upon Madness Incarnate!◊ (Granted, this one isn’t seen very often.)
- Character Alignment: Chaotic Neutral - Type 4
- Occupation: Wanderer/Student
- Personality: As a consequence of his upbringing, he has a tendency to come across as antisocial and aloof. That being said, for those people who can stand the uneasy feeling they get from simply being around him, he’s actually quite friendly and in some cases, downright kind. In combat, he does what he can to not draw blood, electing instead towards intimidation and frankly, scaring his opponent. If cornered, he will fight tooth and nail, though circumstances would have to be downright desperate for him to fully transform.
- Powers/Abilities/Weapons: Lovecraftian Superpower. Typically manifests itself as Combat Tentacles or Bad with the Bone, and various other Body Horrors. Capable of full-on transformation, but at the cost of great amounts of energy. If he doesn’t consume a vast amount of calories after or during the transformation, he becomes fatigued and passes out.
- Background: Shaun always knew that there was something…different about him. Animals avoided him like the plague, people were unconsciously unsettled by his very presence…and he bled black, sticky ichor rather than red blood. His parents typically avoided the issue, but as he grew up, he became more curious and started to investigate for himself (the Internet played a large part in his research). He didn’t like what he found and when he brought it up to his parents, they initially denied it. After a long bout of insisting and badgering by Shaun, they eventually fessed up: Long story short, he wasn’t human. Not in the slightest. The people he thought were his parents were actually Handlers who were assigned to watch him as he assimilated into human society (and the possibility of weaponizing him was always on the table). Confident in his ability to not kill every living thing he saw, they sent him to Radio City to seek out a woman named Irena Gilman, who would be able to supply him with much more information about him and his species.
edited 9th Aug '12 12:28:16 PM by KarlKadaver
Give the world the best you have and you will get kicked in the teeth. Give the world the best you have anyway.Guh, that formatting. I ask that you use bullet points, good sir.
It's been a while since I've been this way. The formatting will come back to me, slowly.
Give the world the best you have and you will get kicked in the teeth. Give the world the best you have anyway.Or line breaks.
The voice of thy brother's blood crieth unto me from the groundFixed.
It's all coming back to me now.
Give the world the best you have and you will get kicked in the teeth. Give the world the best you have anyway.Accepted.
- Name: Arenvald Osterhagen
- Sex: Male
- Alias: Count/DJ Skeletone
- Age: 829 (born February 18, 1183)
- Appearance: Servin' up some ill beats, yo◊. *
- Character Alignment: Neutral Evil
- Occupation: Lower-End Lord of The Undead/Crime Lord/Freestyle Rapper
- Personality: Osterhagen is a cruel and stodgy man, having a particular distaste for the Forces of All That Is Good and Holy. He isn't the kind of lich that has a burning hatred of the living, though. He can deal with them, works with the few men willing to deal with hangin' next to a bunch of dead guys all day. He also has a particular love of Dueling. Fighting, Wizard and Rap.
- Powers/Abilities: Arenvald is a lich. This concurs a variety of benefits and drawbacks such as Agelessness, Durability, Never Breathing, Never Eats, Can't Get It On, Self-Revival*, and some other minutia. This does involve selling his soul to various powers, great weakness to holy magic, sacrifices and putting him squarely in the Evil side of the axis.
- He can raise the dead. They form his posse. These undead are both simple in their evil minds and dressed like thugs.
- His soul is connected to his evil phylactery. If this is ever damaged or destroyed, he will immediately and permanently die. What is this phylactery? Who knows!
- The ability to make it happen with his crazy rap skills. That is, he has taken up the art of Rap-cantation, casting your spells with rhymes.
- Limited Evil Flight.
- Background: Arenvald was a rather prolific necromancer in Germany back during medieval times, doing various evils. He managed to get vanquished multiple times by various warriors and clerics, the most recent instance being in 1993 by The Paladin Johann Hatchett. It was after he reformed that he decided to take a vacation to Bermuda, where he got a bit of time to reflect on his life and write his memoirs*. Around this time, he realized that liches were a bit of a dying breed, both in number and in style. So, he decided to reinvent his schtick completely. No longer was he a big evil skeledude, he was a big evil skeledude gangster rapper. As such he moved to what he believed to be a relatively undead-less area and the hippest underground rap scene in the Americas.
edited 9th Aug '12 9:32:33 PM by wikkit
Accepted.
Did I get accepted?
The graceless warrior, wielder of the edgeless blade, prophet of the old religions, writer of fluent nonsense, saviour of soul and song.