Make up a character right this very second

And create a plot around them. Go!

Ok.

Capt. Nomi Sar A space captain given the task of finding a spaceship that has failed to report in XX amount of time. As he and is crew fly around space they discover the ship in bad shape and the crew are dead. Long story short: they all go mad once they dscover that their universe is nothing but a science experiment.

Theres sex and death and human grime in monochrome for one thin dime and at least the trains all run on time but they dont go anywhere.

Ring Jet, leader of the Initiators(a super hero team). A poor kid from America growing up under the despotic rule of President For Life Winfrey, he was inspired to heroism by the death of Omnis, a very prominent superhero.

He founded the Initiators because he believed that his way was better than that of the older heroes. "Don't let those villains go to trial." he says, "It never works. Lock 'em up forever and ever without trial."

He is eventually killed by another hero whose own ideas on how things should be done clash with Ring Jet's leading to a superhero throw down(instigated by Ring Jet)

This is still a signature.

Baron Alonso Gasper, a virtually unknown name in the south of Spain...until the zombie virus hits. No one had known of the pent-up rage that would drive him to take over his metropolis of residence as a tuxedo-wearing warlord against the undead.

He is a lanky five foot three, which may explain a lot, and though his staff defends against the zombies with top-of-the-line machine guns, he prefers to wield a simple baseball bat—with much success. Regardless of the time of day, he is rarely seen without sunglasses on.

The hapless protagonist, who has fled south from France, gets his trusty dog stolen by this guy, who becomes attached to her, desperate for reliable companionship and knowing that the virus is not transmissible to canines.

Ce ne pas un post.

-Cracks knuckles-

"Let's go!"

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All done with my mind-

Baron Mc Nothing is the leader of the space pirates legion, He has dark skin, leathery skin. His face has aged older than he is, and is covered in scars acquired after many of his battles to the top, during said battles he has lost his right eye, right arm, left leg and his wife. His eye is yellow but was said to be dark brown by birth. He speaks as if he's trying to spit his words through rumbling coals as all his words come out raspy and hot. He was born a peasant and worked his way up through the cut throat pirate world, He is dressed which normally a pirate might wear but all of his suits have been hand tailored. They mostly consist of browns, golds and whites, but he has a red coat and brown set of trousers for important meetings and battles. He is a master of both sword and gun play and has been said to wield a cutlass between his teeth with easy. He seams a bit heavy set but far from out of shape his arms are as big as cannon balls, and some say just as damaging when they hit you. He maybe called "Ruthless" by others but his men love him, and he has been known to go into fits of rage over battle losses. mainly because of his dead wife, and him constantly reliving her death in nightmares.

This war has gone on far too long for him, He's nearly 50 years old most men stop in their 30's but he has pushed on. Sci-fi setting average age is close too 200 For 30 years now he has been a go between for the "Never-Ending War", dealing with all factions in the world for control of the Central Ring of planets including the home world of Earth.

He could be just the person to get on your side in this "Never-ending War" if you show him your serious about ending the war, he might just help you out.

Would you like to take this mission?

Done in the style of an RPG-RTS Misson :3

[[User Banned]]_ My Pm box ix still open though, I think?

Siaren is a ghost. She died of an illness as a young adult, and only after her death did she discover that she had an inborn magic trait that is essential to becoming a ghost. She took to life as a ghost like a duck takes to water, swiftly discovering how to make herself visible and having great fun taunting people into trying to fight her. Since she is intangible, their attempts are pretty ridiculous-looking. She scoffs at the idea of moving on, since she's having so much fun as she is.

{Incidentally, any idea for a plot for her? I may want to write a story about her.)

If I'm asking for advice on a story idea, don't tell me it can't be done.

Ubergeist (real name: Helmut Schott) is a member of the Volkhelden - the Third Reich's greatest superhuman champions. A mutate with the ability to turn invisible and walk through walls, he serves alongside Iron Tiger, the human tank; Baron von Bitschlappe, the cruel nobleman with the powerful right hand; Pureblood, the ultimate incarnation of the Aryan Ideal; Mother Night, the psychotic toxic nurse

Aaand that's all I got there.

^Godwin's Law much?

I was going to talk about Bongo the Crime-fighting Clown, but your rampant Nazism has kind of killed my mood.

Fear is our ally. The gasoline will be ours. A Honey Badger does not kill you to eat you. It tears off your testicles.

Oh, come on, nazi superheroes/villains (...they think they're heroes, at least) are classic comic book stuff.

Just look at Axis Amerika and the Blitzkrieg Squadron.

Christabel, a living superweapon possessing the unique ability to translate our universe's physical laws to spaces that do not adhere to them. This enables humanity to do battle with the Trespassers, entities that seek to overwrite our space with their own. The Extra-Normal Intelligence Agency utilizes her abilities and offers her their shelter and protection in exchange, but her powers are full from fully developed, and she grows discontent in her confinement...

we are not the same you will hear my voice

Ki Krozu, a Wind Maja in the Tumultous Age of Tol-Maja. He rises to power as a bandit lord, using the strife of the time to his advantage. However, he finds himself in the middle of the Imperial Unification that would end this age... Can he fight against it and retain his power?

The answer is no.

Let's do this! Two characters, right here, right now!

-Wayne, a twenty-eight year old Best Buy employee who, in his spare time, is a bomb-building terrorist! Only problem is, he's absolutely terrible at it; hammy and ineffectual, his bombs inexplicably do more good than harm...like stopping the real terrorists that have invaded Generic City! Hilarity Ensues. But can Wayne do the impossible, and finally get a girlfriend? Will he ever bother to watch the news to find a target with political relevance? Will he ever get a promotion, or will he pursue a full-time career in DIVINE JUSTICE?! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

-Rally, Princess of the mystical land of Clarentine, and Idiot Hero Gamer Chick with a talking cat. As a patron of the arts, she's loved by her people, and all is well in her kingdom even though her father the king is a massively overweight ultramoron...until her kingdom is subject to an inter-dimensional shift! Now all the dimensions in the universe are collapsing atop Clarentine, and Rally, caught right in the middle of a space-time tear, is the only one who can save her kingdom! Watch as she combines with herself from other dimensions to become a {{Swiss Army Hero!}} Fight other princesses! Brave Game Stops across the multiverse! It's gonna be a royal rumble!

My Wattpad — A haven for delightful degeneracy

."Serena" Della S. Hawkins: Agent Serena works for a special unit inside an agency for the protection-well being of certain intergalactic races. particularly for the protection of the Galvorians.

Edu: .Exolinguistics: She's ok B- .Galvorian History/Culture: expert .Xeno Anatomy/psychology/biology .Law Enforcement 101-Advanced law Enforcement .weaponry training lol, advanced weaponry training/firearms-energy weapons-intergalctic weaponry lol-avanced I.W . Cauringliririm: the Bounty Hunter- tall 7ft 7 inch. masculine, three horns, Three finger, two toes, big powerful jaws, dragon tiger like, reddish blackish scales, no tail. loves Asari and hot human asian chicks

infact he sits on a throne surrounded by hot human asian chicks and asari "their all naked" possibly making out, he just watches

edited 12th Jul '10 5:50:06 PM by Leadman

@ Eponymous Kid

It's okay I liked / understood the basis and I'm not a Nazi thou I have plotted an axis vs allies superhero story that was told from both POV .

edited 12th Jul '10 4:56:38 PM by americanbadass

[[User Banned]]_ My Pm box ix still open though, I think?

Okay, so picture this as a movie.

Gertrude Jennings has no hands, but loves to play drums by taping sticks to the end of her wriststumps. She lost her hands when she was three years old, but no one in her family will tell her what happened. Though generally optimistic, she sometimes falls into pits of despair, wondering how different her life would have been if the mysterious accident had ever happened.

She goes through life, affecting people, teachign them that although her body is no longer whole, she is still a whole person. Eventually, everyone who knew the logistics of her accident has died off, leaving her completely stranded. On the way to the hospital to finally look up the case and learn what happened to her, she falls and hits her head, winding up in a coma.

She wakes up with no next of kin, believing that the loss of her hands is a recent accident. She dies partway through her physical therapy, after a brain aneurysm. Very few people attend the funeral.

At the very end of the movie, right before the credits roll, the casket slowly closes, moved by a pair of disembodied hands.

"You got a match?" "Uh, yeah, my butt and your... uh... butt."

Frederick Jablonsky, Jr., freelance villanous lair security expert. He gets hired by various evil geniuses and conspiracies to run their lair's security networks.

Then, he leaves important passwords around for heroes to find and changes the rest to "swordfish", makes security cameras easy to avoid, makes the alarms inconvenient for the mooks to reach, leaves crates around for easy stacking, and widens all the air vents. Then, he keylogs the villain's bank account information, steals whatever he can from them, and cuts and runs before the authorities arrive.

We're not just men of science, we're men of TROPE!

Aodh Mac Laserkilt: A 14th century Scottish warrior tasked with the defense of Scotland's border from Edward the Third's invading army of Dinosaurs and Chaos Gods.

His steed, Duncan, was left to die by men who bred him, as he was "surely a demon of Hell; too fearsome for this world". Aodh found him and nursed him back to health, and they have been the best of friends ever since. Duncan is black as night and unrelenting as the waves, but enjoys sugar cubes and becomes sad without the occasional word of encouragement.

Aodh dual-wields claymores forged in the fires of Mount Olympus by a crack team of blacksmiths; Vulcan, Goibniu, Völundr and Mick from across the street. They are made from concentrated Awesome mined from the Earth's core, and can only be damaged if they are ever used for something distinctly unawesome. However, in the hands of a Mac Laserkilt, that is very unlikely to happen. If long-range combat is an absolute must, Aodh is also equipped with his trusty crossbow, Buille-Bàis, which he made in an Art class at the age of 6.

Aodh's personality is hard to pin down. He thrives in the heat of battle, to be sure, but other times you can find him frolicking in the meadow with his sweetheart Ailsa. He enjoys being awesome, putting the heads of his enemies on pikes, and fishing down by the lake.

His quest to defend his country takes him to many places. He instigates Ragnarok, slays Orochi twice, engages in an intense battle of chess with C.S Lewis, and in an explosive end to his journey, duels Edward the Third atop St. Peter's Basilica during a thunderstorm while Hansi Kürsch and Jonathan Swift fight off legions of Dinosaurs with the Power of Rock and the Power of Satire, respectively.

After his victory, a wild night of celebratory partying, and kicking the Grim Reaper's ass several times before deciding "ach, ye'r nae worth mah time, ye fukin' Nancy," Aodh Mac Laserkilt passed away peacefully in his sleep. Not because his life ended, but because God wanted to learn how to rock as hard as he did.

edited 14th Jul '10 2:45:33 AM by Sober-Irishman

We have a natural right to make use of our pens as of our tongue, at our peril, risk and hazard. ~Voltaire

Triple posts are cool.

edited 13th Jul '10 1:20:02 PM by Sober-Irishman

We have a natural right to make use of our pens as of our tongue, at our peril, risk and hazard. ~Voltaire

Triple posts are cool.

edited 13th Jul '10 1:20:17 PM by Sober-Irishman

We have a natural right to make use of our pens as of our tongue, at our peril, risk and hazard. ~Voltaire

Sober-Irishman, you MUST develop that story further. I can't decide whether you're out of your mind, a genius, or both, but I don't care.

edited 13th Jul '10 1:24:44 PM by FringeBenefits

Grayl, a Homunculus who acts as a police officer, in a dark city filled with a good majority of the world's mythological creatures. Mismatched eyes, one red, one blue, short dark hair, pale skinned.

Homunculi have vastly shortened life spans compared to humans (only thirty years), but are pretty much created as adults and possess an adult's intellect and a cold mind, thought not truly void of emotion.

Discovers a string of murders connected to the personnel of the labs that made him and other homunculi. Proceed from there to logical conclusion.

edited 4th Oct '10 3:08:21 PM by CountDaxam

In the end I'll be with you.

Archibald, the Jester of King F. Agets, performs a joke that displeases the court and get him in prison. Just then, A party of adventurers storm the castle, kill the king and kidnap Archibald.

After weeks of abuse, Archibald forfeits and heads towards Lord Cacodems kingdom where he gets hired as the Evil Overlord himself's entertainer.

Using his sharp wits and sense of humor, Archibald decides to help Lord Cacodems in his mission to destroy the savage lot of barbarians that once imprisoned him.

Martala - A random girl who discovers that she's got a MAAAAGICAAA Al glove in her house and when she points to a place, she teleports there. She then goes to Africa and is murdered by a Hippopotamus.

<(-_-<)(>-_-)> "FUSION HA"

Ah dear. Don't task me with this crap when I'm about to go to sleep!

Okay, so you've got this boy, Clyde Nicholson. He wears this really nice, soft cap of a dark red color on his fuzzy, black-haired head. He works for a toymaker in the 1940s and business ain't going so well. The toymaker is like a father to Clyde, and he doesn't have anyone else. He's not the most loving person in the world, but they have a sort of mutual understanding that doesn't require many words or much affection.

Eventually, however, the old man works himself not-quite-literally to death in his efforts to keep the toystore alive. He suffers burnout and gets a horrible fever, forcing him to close shop for an unknown period of time. And of course, this further threatens to drive him to bankruptcy...

With the shop closed and father figure bedridden and being cared for by his sister, Clyde decides to pack his bags and just walk straight westwards for a while, until he finds something that will help their situation. On his way, he meets a man who teaches horses to dance, an old woman who used to be big in Shakespearean theater, a bored anteater, and many more strange things.

Jillian, a sci-fi pirate with a flying boat on a sailing-punk world. Parrot on shoulder, feather in hat.