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| The Mayor | Aug 3 2013, 12:00 PM Post #1 |
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![]() Here's where you post your introductions! If you need an idea of what you should be saying, click here! Introduce your characters, yourself, and meet the other members of Good & Evil! ![]() (I know some have done these posts already in the Facebook group, you can feel free to repost them here!) |
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| timeslips | Aug 3 2013, 12:33 PM Post #2 |
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Salutations. I'm Rachell and from one of the lowest regions of the United States; which happens to resemble a misshapen .. (cough). I am approaching the end of my twenties, and still feel much younger than society probably views me. All I have ever truly wanted to do with my life is be an author, but have settled to some degree for being an unheard writer. Perhaps time or genius will eventually change my lot, but regardless I shall continue to write for myself as it can get too noisy inside my head. I will be playing a custom character, Argentine Cross. In the simplest of terms she is a time traveler, much akin to a time lord, but without the bright blue police box or sonic screwdriver. Her origin also coincides with themes from Highlander or the Crow. The only time she can never return to, shall be her own. She will also have the ability to slip into parallel universes or other worlds as my cruelty demands of her. Argentine is a character challenge to incorporate elements that could technically be supported in various genres, so that I could literally take her anywhere. An official template will be coming eventually. I have three separate uses of imagery for her, based on what sort of setting she becomes inserted in. The model Jessica Stam has captured my idea of her, Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing from Hellsing, as has Beramode from War of Genesis. I do understand the latter is a male character, but it is close enough to how I imagine she might appear in certain anime formats (but still very much a girl). So imagination is requested my doves! I will be attempting to compile adventures in journal or mix of first/second/third person point of view format on tumblr: http://inthetimeslip.tumblr.com/ |
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| The Mayor | Aug 3 2013, 12:38 PM Post #3 |
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Here's me, plain ol me, nothing special. So, hey, Alex here! I'll be running the game here, and if you didn't know, I'm a 24 year old expert capri-sun stabber, writer, and gamer. I love dancing, doughnuts and Elder Scrolls. I'm also a morning person, which makes me the most evil person you know. I'm positively EXCITED to write my character, Mayor Dixon (who will have the ability to phase-shift through objects and will be my main character of And The Skies Fell). It's a return to comedy for me after a serious stretch of serious writing (dark times came to be, and so my attitude sank with them, but I'm back on the rise). I've been walking with him through his work days in mind, studying how he acts when alone, when facing the public, and when interacting with his daughter. I've already created key supporting characters for him [like his daughter, the Governor who despises him, his estranged wife (they are getting a divorce), secretary, his ever-calm and collected barber who acts as his main advisor, the creepy intern shadowing him, school board / city council members, his public relations team that want to boost him up for a senate race, his 'sex addiction' counselor and the shadowy embodiment of his manic depression] and now I'm primarily deciding how he'll be employing his powers granted from him by 'And The Skies Fell' and how they reflect on who he is, what he will be, and most importantly, his political role in all this. I believe he'll be a protagonist, though I feel in my heart he is prone to making horrible decisions that might screw over the wrong people at the wrong time. http://mayornathanieldixon.tumblr.com/ |
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| The Witches | Aug 3 2013, 05:58 PM Post #4 |
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Hello everyone! My name is Olivia (Ollie, please!). I'm a Hoosier, 23, recent film-graduate, and screenwriter/director of a short film. I enjoy horror, monsters, dwarf hamsters, big cat conservation, and not being sick. My characters are Eileen Pomorski (62) and Rose Markowicz (62), along with Eileen's Exotic Shorthair Bulldog (4) and Rose's Persian Willow (5). Both cats have had basic obedience and agility training. The two women, daughters of Polish immigrant families who settled in Indiana together, have been friends their whole lives. Eileen was a skilled and successful lightweight boxer. After she retired in her 30s, she patented several pieces of exercise equipment. Rose was a housewife and cat breeder most of her adult life, though she is a now a widow left with an only child (daughter) and four grandchildren. Rose got Eileen into the cat fancy (though Eileen insisted that she would be no good with long-haired cats like Persians, which is why she breeds the short-haired equivalent) and they have been fanciers and breeders together for the past 15 years. Eileen Pomorski bears close resemblance to Dame Helen Mirren, frosted blonde hair cropped near the jaw. Rose Markowicz has the look of astronomer Maria Mitchell, though her white hair is permed and close to the head instead of Mitchell's style. Eileen has remained lean and in marathon shape while Rose is average and comfortable in weight and fitness. Both have minimal osteoporosis, arthritis, and other common degenerative problems, though Eileen suffers from more frequent and painful arthritis in her hands. It is, however, mostly treatable. Eileen and Rose came with two of their toms to Las Vegas for a sizable cat show. They splurged on a room at the Bellagio and were away from the other cat fanciers at the time "the Skies Fell." Alex told me,
So if that's good enough for you, :DD look i did a thing But I'm worried about context (and there's a big spell that changes things up a bit) so uh here take this: --- Eileen and Rose have two separate sets of abilities with one spell in common, as do their cats. To be concise, Eileen has the ability to teleport wherever she can see, which, with practice, she combines with her skill as a boxer. Bulldog retains the mind of a cat and thus cannot fight reliably, but he is protective of Eileen and now has the ability to swat with the force of a boxer, tackle like a linebacker, bite with the ripping power of a human jaw, and kick like a swimmer launching. Eileen is not immune to this increase in strength. Rose and Willow's powers are symbiotic. Willow behaves as himself, but seems to have lost his ability to fear, and remains inappropriately calm at all times. He acts as a Bag of Holding, complete with Hammer Space for any number of potions, powders, and individual ingredients for magical results. When held by Rose glass vials and bottles can be felt and heard clinking around where his insides should be. By reaching through his thick coat, she can retrieve something suited for the situation, though if she reaches blindly she may not like the solution (pun intended). Rose has the potential to study the endless contents of her "bag" and purposely seek out certain items. Eileen and Rose share a spell that seems to have been pulled, longhand, from the aura of the ill-conceived oasis of Vegas, moving them from offensive and classic witch to Vegas witches. Upon reciting the spell, which must be said interrupted and takes several minutes, transforms their "familiars" into big cats -- Bulldog into a white tiger, Willow into a lion. Bulldog has additional strength, perhaps (loosely) twice the strength of a normal tiger. He is not as predatory as a tiger, but he is more aggressive than the average house cat. Willow remains unfazed and lackadaisical, but now Rose can pull from his mouth (often reaching her arm and head all the way in, a la a lion tamer's act) to withdraw new, larger, and more potent ingredients. He excretes trippy magic smoke from breath and mane, and can expel chemicals like a simple smoke screen, magic sleep powder, something akin to nerve gas, and [I will be creative later] gas. Rose, Eileen, and Bulldog are NOT automatically immune to these gases/powders/this smoke. Eileen is the only of the two women to receive bolstering from the spell. She gains superhuman resilience (resilient against bone breaks, breaking skin, etc. to a superhuman level) and bonus strength, which help her wrangle Bulldog. Her bonus strength, however, is still around the level of male heavyweight boxers such as George Forman -- however formidable, she is still well-within the punching power of a human. She can receive much more of a beating than she can give someone else. The spell can be dispelled by calling it off in one or two words, considerably less formal than its initiation. --- They are almost certainly "protagonists," though there is an element of dangerous randomness to a seeming deus ex machina (or potion out of the cat, as it is literally) that could jeopardize their being seen as such. This is not a conflict I am gunning for, but one built into their potential future as they attempt to sort this out and be safe. I will be posting to: http://thevegaswitches.tumblr.com/ as well as here. The Tumblr is password protected but the password is simply thevegaswitches. Edited by The Witches, Aug 3 2013, 06:17 PM.
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| Scraggly | Aug 3 2013, 07:45 PM Post #5 |
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Hello to you all. My name is Shawn and I am a 25 year old habitual procrastinator. I first met Alex in a DBZ RP he was running and which I joined at the urging of others. I ended up having quite an enjoyable time, despite having no knowledge of - and an odd, burning hatred for - Dragonball Z. Also, Alex turned out to be an alright dude. I have always had a desire to write, and it's always been my dream to publish a novel (at this point, I'd be happy to finish one). While this may never happen, I still love to write - though, admittedly, I have fallen into a lull in recent months - which, at least in part, brings me here. I think Alex has done a great job in creating a loose, fun environment in which we can all continue to write and hone our craft. A lot of the main characters I have written in the past tended to be the "underdog hero" so to speak. However, I feel like this RP offers a great chance to experiment, and as a result, I'm going to try something outside of my comfort zone. Hopefully it works out and you enjoy reading it. My character will be a woman by the name of Sydney Mattier. A recent graduate from the University of Las Vegas, she has a degree in Sociology. Following the storm of, "And the Skies Fell," Sydney will find herself with the ability to completely control and manipulate water molecules. For a more in-depth history of Sydney, go to: http://sydneymattier.wordpress.com/biography-2/ And for more information concerning her abilities, please visit: http://sydneymattier.wordpress.com/combat-information/ As you may have noticed from the above links, I will be using blogs set up through Wordpress to submit posts. The link to the main page of the blog is: http://sydneymattier.wordpress.com/ I look forward to writing with all of you, and reading a bunch of good stories. Edited by Scraggly, Aug 11 2013, 04:31 AM.
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| Ajax Callisto | Aug 3 2013, 08:02 PM Post #6 |
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Hey! I'm David, a 22 year old storyboard artist and illustrator from south England. I play too many games, read too many books and spend the rest of the time painting miniatures (so cool right?). So here is what i have so far: His name is Ajax Callisto, an ancient Greek soldier from the age of six, he was a man of steel to say the least. That was until everything changed, he fell into a portal created by Mercury the god of trickery and soon found himself in an strange unknown land. After years of adjusting to such change he is now a wanderer, a vagrant, lost in lands unknown searching for a way home. You will find my characters blog at: http://ajaxcallisto.blogspot.co.uk/ |
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| The Nell | Aug 4 2013, 12:38 AM Post #7 |
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Butt's up, guys? Max here, a 22 year old rhetorician and jackass majoring in Professional Writing and German at Purdue University. When I'm not slamming my head into the educational system I'm usually drawing, playing 2D fighting games, or wishing I was doing one of those. NEW CHALLENGER: Nell (25) is a greedy, weasely, manipulative sonofagun. Daughter of an alcoholic dwarf, she left the home at an early age to find outlets for her more daring side, namely mayhem and manipulation. Nell holds most people in low regard, and would throw anyone under the bus in an instant if it was beneficial to whatever scheme she's hatching. She's always got her eyes on a prize with the decorum of a used car salesman. After the storm, Nell displayed impossible physical fortitude, incurring few injuries and healing within seconds those that managed to make a dent. Despite her newfound resilience, she still prefers to talk her way out of nasty situations, chagrined by her history of losing teeth when the shit hits the fan. Plenty more to come, I'll have a sketch or two and more WORDS going on when it's not 2 a.m.! Just wanted to swoop in before it was too late! |
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| Jonah Salvo | Aug 4 2013, 03:34 AM Post #8 |
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Hello everyone! I'm Sjors, one of the few Dutch guys on here. 22 years old and I love to play games. Looking forward to participating in this RPG, because the others that I played in were really cool. As for my character, let me introduce you to Jonah Salvo. A 23 year old who loves to hang out with his friends -doing whatever. He also loves his 17 year old sis, Emily, to death. They've always been best buddies even though they fight on occasion. After the storm of ' And the skies fell ' Jonah was able to make a spark - like flint and steel, by rubbing his index finger against his thumb. I'm not exactly sure where I want to go with this character and so I'll be writing him as we go along. Edited by Jonah Salvo, Aug 4 2013, 03:36 AM.
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| The Planet | Aug 4 2013, 04:41 AM Post #9 |
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Hello, I am a Niffy. I was roped into this by people I have never met, yet have been friends with for years and also vicariously by some guy that thinks I'm Princess of the Wind Gardens. I am not. Yet. I am an old nerdy granny of almost-27 and have been co-writing a space elf opera for years that will likely never see the light of day. I am normally a mild-mannered pharmacy technician, but am currently mostly bedridden and suffering from a broken femur. I have very little to no experience roleplaying, so I have no idea if this character is a bad idea or not. Feel free to strike me with a newspaper while sternly saying "NO." and I will go back to the drawing board. The character: Magical storms may be able to create a thing that can only be described as astronomical. This was the case here, because she is, or at least was, a planet. With all the powers of a planet, like specific gravity! And an atmosphere! She's just as confused as the next person regarding her existence and probably not nearly as fazed. She did not have a consciousness before the storm, so every interaction will be simultaneously a new and bizarre thing. She doesn't know what names or the significance of them are, and thus does not have one. The characters she encounters tend to nickname her whatever strikes their fancy, but much like naming a deaf cat, it doesn't much matter what you call her anyway. Her appearance is likely to change over time, she is currently with cracked brown skin, clad in a thick haze, and is approximately the size of a eight-year-old with significantly more intelligence and weight than one, and less of an attention span. I may have been heavily channeling Mogo when I thought of her. edit: Yay, the go ahead is goaheaddy. Also I have a tumblarg up for this thanks to a pair of little old ladies. http://thenamelessplanet.tumblr.com/ Edited by The Planet, Aug 5 2013, 11:02 AM.
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| The Cleaners | Aug 5 2013, 01:01 AM Post #10 |
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Hello, my name is Brett! I am friends with the Buttsons up there(Olivia and Max). My primary interests are mathematics, fighting games, juggling, and odd types of music. I have just graduated from Purdue with a degree in mathematics and find myself with bundles of spare time. I haven't really done any writing since high school, so this will be interesting. Far beyond the reach of men, there are things that are aware. They are not alive, in any of the ways traditionally associated with living things, but they have wants, and they have needs. And sometimes they need agents to fulfill those needs. And events like the storm let them extend their reach ever so slightly. The Cleaners are a group of loosely affiliated men and women who have struck deals with these powers. First and foremost, there's Henry, a wealthy casino owner with an interest in apiaries and his fingers in quite a few pies. At a respectable 50 years old, he found his health failing, high blood pressure ran in his family, and it had begun to take his toll on him. Sometimes, in those rare moments, when the streets of Vegas are quiet, you can hear an intense humming coming from beneath the buildings he owns. While tending to his bees during the storm, he tripped and fell into a hive, biting rather cleanly through his tongue. In pain, he blacked out. No one knows where Henry went in those brief moments, but when he came back, things were very different. Don't ask Henry what evil lurks in the hearts of men, because he isn't sure he is one anymore. His honeyed words inspire those under him with a fervent loyalty. He and his workers get Things Done now. And sometimes, Henry disappears into a private room, beneath the casino, and emerges with a head full of brand new ideas, and new ways to implement them. Other times, Henry has to go out for a long drive, to clear his head, you see. He forgot to clean up when coming back once, but a bit of red really brings out the color of his eyes though, so no one complained. Next, there is Ted, the grimscribe. He has worked in Henry's casino for quite some time now. He's practically an institution unto himself. Starting as a gaming analyst, his insights and contributions let him work his way up to the board of directors. An owlish man of 43, he has an extensive library and collects exotic pens. A short and squat man, who has been balding since the age of 30 and never hidden it very well. His pens and notebooks have always been constant fixtures in his life, Henry frequently accuses him of using it to write poetry. To his credit, Ted denies this, he is a sensible man, after all. Ever since the storm, Ted has never taken off his darkened spectacles. Sometimes if they catch the light wrong, you may find something quite like letters reflected in them. Although I doubt you, or anyone else could read them. He has also amassed a collection of rather disturbing volumes. His personal notebook has acquired a rather leathery cover, and his exotic pens have grown slightly more outre. Mottled tubes of a bone white color. Or red crystalline affairs with things squirming inside them. Ted has a number of unique talents, he's very good at figuring things out, he's been known to have people write checks for things other than money, and people who prove problematic to him often disappear in strange and troubling ways. He is not a man to be trifled with, our Ted is. Jonathan is the youngest of the cleaners. At the tender age of 27, he finds himself lost and confused in Vegas. The spectre of failure haunting his every step. Having run away from his family after dropping out university for the third time, he tends to like hard women and harder drugs. Or rather, tended to. During the storm he walked up to a hill in his backyard, one that didn't exist, until then. And he hears a voice. The voice promises him things; a home, a family that loves, peace, freedom from addiction, and success. The voice demanded a steep price, as voices tend to do in these affairs; it wanted Jonathan's heart. And Jonathan, not being the brightest around, agreed. He dug his hands into his chest, tearing through his sternum like paper, and planted his heart into the ground. He awoke later under a tree with black bark, and pale white leaves. He was on a hill, and there was a wondrous collection of plants, some rather illicit. Jonathan knew he could sell these, but he was not at ease. For hanging from the branches of the tree, was a collection of strange fruit. The bloated corpses of men, older, they looked to be about 35. They dangled from ropes, belts, wires, and in one case, and a fibrous strand of white sinew. And all the men had Jonathan's face. So now he tends he dark garden, and then strange fruit tells him what to do. And he often gets gifts for a job well done. And our Jonathan loves his job, because Christmas has always been his favorite holiday. And the muscle, of course, is Suzanne. She came to Vegas with dreams of stardom and singing in lounges for rich, bored men. She ended up working security for Henry. Suzanne came from a family she'd rather not talk about. Her uncle is in jail and isn't getting out any time soon, her father ran out on her and even before that dealt cocaine, and the only one who has stuck by her is her mother, who has always been too busy with slapdash New Age philosophy to care for her daughter. And so Suzanne decided to do art, because it was the only way to shut out the noise of her day to day life. On the night of the storm, Suzanne was painting and drinking, she was trying her hand at pieces of abstract expressionist art. But something kept leaking through, hints of bone and blood, and putrescent light from a sick star. Suzanne had a fit, passing out onto the floor, she awoke in a place awash in crimson and putrid green light. The walls shook with the voice of a woman, offering her strength and passion at the price of peace. And so Suzanne had agreed, convinced she would never know peace anyways. Now Suzanne runs security for Henry, and the worst of her problems tend to disappear in a wash of red light, and a faint odor of cooked meat. Edited by The Cleaners, Aug 5 2013, 01:06 AM.
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