Blood_Wolffe

2. The Union of Heroes


Paragon City had seen an increase in crime the past two weeks. The mysterious deaths of a few archeologists barely made the last few pages of a few small newspapers. More riots, more daring crimes, and more stressed police and heroes. Even though The Dark Harrier had swamped himself with crime fighting he still hardly felt like he was making a difference. The only good it did was distract him from her. Most of the time. She began to intrude into his thoughts on his way to an interview. Another way to consume his attention.

Her feint cries for help crept into his mind while he was flying through the skyscrapers of Steel Canyon when his cell phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Is this The Dark Harrier? This is Azuria.”

He sighed, “What did you lose this time?”

She returned with her own annoyance, “Nothing. But something is wrong. I have felt a disturbing ripple pass through this world. Something evil has returned.”

“What?”

“I won’t be sure until I do some research, until then can I call on you?”

“Call some other super group. The Union of Heroes has plenty of work on its plate. We’re not interested in bad feelings. We are interested in real work.”

“That’s just it. I have called other groups. No one else will take me seriously either.” She said desperately. “Look, I’m not asking you to come down and stick your nose in a book. I’m just asking you to listen to me, and take a mission from me when the time comes. Please? I will keep you busy enough to not think about her if that is your main concern.”

He scowled at her words, “Fine. Call on us when you need to. But don’t bother us with anything other than real missions. Got it?”

“Got it.”

“Alright. Bye.”

He hung up and redialed his phone to a secure line halfway across town.

His phone clicked and popped as it passed through a series of encryptions until finally someone picked up.

“Identify yourself.”

“This is The Dark Harrier.”

The voice recognition program recognized him.

“This is The Flaming Mistress. Black Gamma just stepped out for a moment so I am filling in for her. How can I help you Harrier?”

“How is everything going over there?”

“A few are in the simulation room. Some are patrolling, some are off, the same as it was when you called ten minutes ago.” She said with a smirk.

“Well, this is not just a check up, Azuria just asked for our help, so if she calls make her priority.”

“What does she need help with?” Flaming Mistress asked.

“Nothing yet. Well, something kind of. It’s complicated. Just make her calls priority for now. Thanks.” He said hanging up his phone.

The black clad hero arrived in Atlas Park landing gracefully, despite his muscular frame. He approached Maria Wesley. She recognized the famous hero from his perfect blonde hair, flashy smile, and the white predatory bird emblazoned on his chest.

Her and her cameraman were already set up and waiting for him. Paragon Network News, PNN, had relished at the opportunity to interview one of the most talked about heroes of the city. It didn’t take long before the cameras were rolling and she was diving right into the questions.

“I am here with the famous Dark Harrier. Leader and Co-founder of the new super group, The Union of Heroes…”

He answered her questions with a smile on his face. Ranging from their latest Task Force to his favorite hobby. Halfway through he felt something. An uneasy ripple passing through him was the best description he could find. He decided Azuria had made him paranoid.

Andrew Penne sat in his modest home in Founder’s Falls watching the interview that had taken place earlier that day when he suddenly felt uneasy. As if something bad had just happened. Being a person of magic capabilities he took his feelings seriously. Just as Andrew reached in his drawer and put on his protection amulet a loud crashing sound came from his front door.

When he ran to see what had caused it he found the black giant. The armor looked ancient, but thick. His tattered cape fluttered in the wind.

An inhuman whisper echoed in Andrew’s ears, “I have come to reclaim what your ancestors stole from me.”

Andrew backed up in horror and shaking his head in disbelief, “No. It is impossible! We made sure you could never come back.”

He chanted while holding the amulet and drew a dagger with the other. A force field surrounded him but he still held the dagger menacingly.

The giant drew his long, serrated sword.

“Obsidian Nexum!” Andrew said in awe, “You really are Atheum!”

He dropped to his knees and screamed as the sword passed through the force field lopping off his hand.

“How?” He asked with a trembling voice.

“A deal with the Undergod is more powerful than your trinkets.”

Atheum raised his sword again and ended the man’s life. His sword absorbed his blood and power. He was about to leave when the television caught his attention.

“The Union of Heroes has quickly become one of the most active and popular super groups with such powerful heroes as The Black Harrier, Blood Wolffe, and The BDSM Avenger.”

He had truly found a feast of power. In short time he would become a god.

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I believe a lot of people don't like the idea of letting someone else write for their character. I know I don't.

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I have found that to not be true. Use Blood Wolffe if you would please. I think you have the information, but I will post it for others.

Blood Wolffe (Pictures in Crey Profile)
Male
Height: 6'2 Weight :200lbs
Eyes: Blue Hair: Black
Level (if it applies): 50
Personality/Background: Blood Wolffe was raised knowing only Crey's torturous experiments and unanesthatized surgeries in a secret facility in the woods of Alaska. He was an unsuccessful project so Crey "terminated" him. That was when a mysterious dying wolf came to him. When it bit him it transferred its soul and power into him. He has since become a hero of the city, regardless of his animal behavior and disregard for man's law.

What you cannot do: Blood Wolffe is more animal in behavior than human, so dont make him an intellectual. Keep him wild and feral.

Thanks!

The first chapter is up. No volunteered character introductions yet. Sorry, setting it up. Next chapter I promise!

Here is the link.

1. Resurrection



Seventy miles north of the Italian border Juliano Filippo, a farmer, felt his tractor run over a large rock. He stopped and turned his machine off. It rocked to a stop as it wound down and Juliano stepped out to size up the rock. The more dirt he brushed off it the more excited he got, cleaning it as best he could. Eventually he got up, and ran to his house. The farmer burst through the door of his modest home past his surprised wife to the phone. When he put his finger down to dial he hesitated, unsure of who to call. He settled on the operator and waited impatiently for someone to answer.

Two weeks later Professor Pisano discussed how the excavation was going with a small group of students from the School for Archeological Studies of Rome. The Professor was the head of the Museum of Italian History, also from Rome. Everything had been going very well. They had made very good progress uncovering the newly found structure despite Mr. Filippo’s constant interruptions about rights to the site.

The Professor spoke in an excited tone, “It appears to be some sort of tomb from the late Roman era. It is very unusual because it is not similar to any other structure of its kind. We are blessed to have found such a unique structure.” He said with all the eagerness of a child on Christmas morning.

A wide grin grew on his face, “We could change the textbooks with this find.”

He had been increasingly excited since they had begun. He had three shifts of people digging up the site nonstop. Not surprisingly the people with the shovels weren’t as excited about the digging.

However his assistant, Antonio, couldn’t rein in his enthusiasm as he ran up to his mentor.

“Professor! Professor!” He gasped for breath as he tried to speak, “We found something.”

“Well? Don’t keep me waiting. Tell me!”

“We don’t know. It is like nothing we have seen before.” Nothing about this site was, “Please, come look.”

That was more than enough to get the old man’s heart pumping, “Of course!” He looked at the students, “What are you waiting for? Let’s make history!”

It was a large wall with Latin carved into it. Upon closer inspection it was apparent that there was a seam in a large section of the wall. It was a masterfully crafted door.

The Professor and the others who could read Latin stared at the inscriptions.

“It looks like a warning. I don’t think we should try to open it.” Antonio said nervously.

“Nonsense!” The old man replied, “Don’t be superstitious.”

The Professor put his hand on the wall to brush off the millennia of dust. The seam felt like it had a cold wind blowing through it when his hand went over it. He wedged his fingertips as far as he could into it.

A low, booming thump resonated through the tomb. Professor Pisano jumped back.

“I am sure it was something falling over, possibly due to the excavation.” He reasoned.

The door slowly began to grind with the heaviness of tons upon tons of stone. Wind hissed through the opening like spirits whispering.

They all stayed riveted to their spots. The door stopped when it had left an opening about six feet wide. Everyone except the Professor looked at each other, who was staring into the blackness that had opened up.

The Professor took a few stunned steps toward the darkness until he was right in front of it. As his eyes adjusted it he thought he could see something. Suddenly he felt cold in his stomach. When one of the students screamed he looked down to find a sword in him almost up to the hilt. A black serrated broadsword, stuck five feet out of his back. A giant man stepped out, clad in black armor that had rusted around the edges. Even though he couldn’t see his eyes through the narrow slit of his helmet Professor Pisano felt a piercing stare come from above.

The man lifted him up by the sword bringing him to eye level effortlessly. No flesh or bone could be seen between the creases of armor.

As the old man slid down the rest of the way to the hilt he managed to utter, “My god…”

The giant pulled him close and let out an inhuman whisper, “Soon.”

The Professor was flung off his blade to the side like and tumbled like a ragdoll into a bloody heap. The sword rang in a deep tone, accentuating its extreme mass.

The sword absorbed the blood like a thirsty sponge. The smallest amount of rust shrunk into the monster’s armor.

Azuria sat in the MAGI office in Paragon City looking out the window at the fall leaves drinking from her warm mug. It was her weekly tealeaf reading, and she never missed such an important appointment. As she looked down into her half empty mug she saw a ripple disturb the tea’s surface. A feeling passed through her like a pulse. It was a feeling of fleeting urgency. Outside a playful wind turned ominous. It was time to make some emergency phone calls.

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Italics signifies translation from spoken Italian language.

Orange signifies translation from spoken Latin language.

Sure thing. You know, I still have POTL favorited. Still waiting for the next part.

Anyways, with that the thread is now closed. No more submissions will be excepted for major parts unless your character absolutely blows me away and I have to use them. But I will sneak in a cameo for you if I can.

Update:

About half the slots are filled already. Just need a few more so hurry!

I need another few heroes, few villains. I also would some women, children, or "other" heroes/villains for variety

Pinnacle has the RP Congress, a large conglomerate of RP SG's. They are the second biggest RP server. I have several RP characters there. Hope that helps!

Hello everyone, I have been bitten by the writing bug again and was thinking of taking it in a different direction, much like I did with The New Empire (link in signature).

My plan is to use people's characters from the boards. Its simple, submit your character to me with a few details (see below) and I will write them into a story I am making. It may not be as creative as making my own characters but I thought it would be more fun to have the interaction of an open RP (almost) with the flow of a continuous story. Submit here or PM me. Here is what I need.

1- Basic hero/villain info (name, age, sex, height, appearence, AT, desired level for story, power pools). Pictures welcome.

2- Brief bio of hero/villain (history)

3- personality (moral beliefs, are they a clutz? a ninja mysterious? etc.)

4- What can I NOT do with your character (Their skin is unbreakable, bullets bounce off, etc.)

5- No submitted heroes/villains will die, only my created ones will. Unless discussed with character's owner earlier and agreed on.

6- Forgiveness - While I will try to stay as close to your character as I can, if it is out of character, take it as artistic liberties. Like when a real comic is done by a guest writer. If you have very strict rules for your character and dont want any wavering, maybe you shouldnt submit. Also, patience falls under this. If I tell you your character is accepted then I will write them in. You may have to wait but it will happen.

7. You WILL be important (While my character, Blood Wolffe, will be in it, yours will be just as, if not more crucial to the story than mine.)

The story will be based on a powerful magic entity being released during an archealogical expedition. Hell bent on plunging the world into eternal war, heroes and villains alike must band together or join forces with this entity for the promise of infinite power.

This is a big project and I do have a life so it will be done of the course of at least a week. Or it could explode like The New Empire did and take six months.

Assuming I get overwhelmed with requests I will try to get everyones name in, but the roles will have to vary in importance/size. That is if I get any!

Here is hoping people go for this and I can give you all a story worthy of your heroes and/or villains!

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((Hey, what time is it anyway? Blood Wolffe has sometime the next day, I've got about 5 AM the next morning, Hallucinogen has sometime at night after getting home from work, Spectral Bind has quarter to 8, Essex has 6...

I'm just asking so it's easier for character interaction ))

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(OOC: and i've just got 'sometime in the evening because my arc for the day is over and i'm just waitin' for the next morning' )

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((Could be a problem with this one, being on a 9 to 5 schedule and all, Usually I just avoid time references. But yes, I am on the next day all ready for all your interaction needs. Will let everyone catch up.))

((Happy Birthday DeviousMe!))

After giving the drugs to the nurses with very specific instructions and reviewing each test subject's case file, Dr. Collins decided to call it a night. He left for home, a little apartment not too far away. It was quite a mess. Tom was only organized at work. He sat down and reviewed some of his notes of the day until he fell asleep.

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The patient Devan had been particularly unruly when the nurses reluctantly gave him a shot of clear liquid and a clear pill. He kept screaming that it wasnt his medicine.

"Not my medicine." He muttered through his exhaustion, "Not my medicine."

The next day he woke up ready to start at it again. He began by getting out of his bed, disconnecting the heart monitor and walking with his IV towards the exit. He nearly shuffled out the door when he realized he forgot something. He made his way slowly back towards his bed. He grabbed the tray of food next to it, took a few bites then threw it against the far wall. Then he resumed to carry out his escape plan.

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The next morning Tom walked through security with a wide smile. He said his usual hello's on his way to the labs. Whenever he passed a pretty girl he shyed away. He was utterly helpless.

After stepping into his bio suit and greeted the animals his vision narrowed to the viruses in their test tubes. He treated them with the utmost respect. If one ever got into the general public it would have unknown consequences. It might never have any effect, or it could wipe out everything on earth. It was safer to assume the latter.

When he put a sample into the powerful electron microscope and the digital image came up and he began his notes again. Soon he would have enough data for a presentation for Mr. Tharomar himself if he wanted. He was determined even though there wasnt much use for biological studies anymore. Not since nanotechnology was developed.

He was very determined.

Tom entered the hospital. He was still a little frazzled from bumping into the other man as he walked out the building. His heart stopped when he dropped the box. It was filled with viruses and nanotechnology that still had unkown effects. Nightmares of pandemics flashed through his mind, but the case had a little light that went from green to red in the event that its contents were contaminated.

"Still green thank god."

He arrived at the hospital, seeing two nurses. He was supposed to deliver every week, so he wanted to make a good impression for smoother future transactions.

He showed his Tharomar Enterprises ID and smiled, "Hello, I am Dr. Collins. I have a delivery of medicine for some patients. If you dont mind I would like to give you some basic guidelines for administering it and I would also like to take note of the patients' current condition if you dont mind."

Then he added, "Oh, I almost forgot. Here is the paperwork for it. I just need you to sign here."

One of the patients designated for the "medicine" was Devan Wesson. He was diagnosed with terminal cancer. He never had any visitors. He was a loner, and anybody who dealt with him for more than a minute could see why. He was a nightmare patient. Throwing bedpans, ripping out IV's, and just fighting every step of the way. Some said he just wanted attention, others doubted that because he wasnt self admitted, and he wasnt allowed to go in his condition. That never stopped the pale, sickly man who had become thin as a rail. Most believed that he blamed everyone else for his condition. He wasnt ready to die.

He woke up in his bed from one of his many appreciated naps. There was a tray of food beside him. He groaned in disguist. Then, sure enough, the doomed food was sent hurtling to the other side of the room. For all the drugs weakening him, he still found the strength to be a royal pain in the [censored].

((Oh my god, the thread exploded before I even found it. Thank god I have my character ready at least. I read most of it, but skimmed a little. I am assuming the hospital is really the testing facility of Tharomar Enterprise. If not then now then at least some of it can be for future characters. Characters of mine. He he.))

At a glance, Dr. Thomas Collins (Who hated his name because everybody joked about him drinking) seemed like an absent minded man who never saw anything but some germs through a microscope. He did see alot of that but was not the stereotypical scientist. Not many scientists put as much effort as he did into physical fitness. He wasnt a weight lifting freak, but he was health conscious. He also had two Phd's at the age of 22, one in Biomechanical engineering, and one in computer science. He nodded to the building security as he entered.

He nodded to Milly, the mail room girl, "Hello Milly, are you alright?" He said with a smile and not really stopping to make sure she was.

He wasnt being rude, he just didnt know much about manners or being polite.

He always seemed to be in his own world which lent a mysterious air to him. He was also quite good looking which attracted women. Unfortunately with all his knowledge he was not wise. Especially about women.

He quickly headed into the high clearance section, waving his badge over to allow him access. He noticed Dr. McCourd. He seemed preoccupied with something so he just gave him a quick "Hello". He didnt really want to be noticed anyways. He was a loner even amongst his fellow scientists. He headed to his section of expertise, the biological section.

He walked through a series of rooms to remove all dust and germs from him as he put on the kind of suit one would wear while handling the ebola virus. He was in his own environment, supplied with sterile oxygen. Its name was long but they called it a "Tyvek" suit for short in the lab. He walked through the UV lights, designed to smash viruses' DNA into harmless debris.

He walked into the pristine lab. It had a very synthetic feel with its bright white lights and unnatural, quiet hum of the surrounding machines. No windows added to the manufactured feel. He looked over the various equipment, always ensuring everything was working before examining petri dishes, animals in cages, and various microscopes. Always writing down his findings, interesting or not on an electronic tablet that immediately updated people higher up in the company.

The higher ups were pushing progress on several projects, the main one being Project Forecast. Even though Rikti technology had made the dream feasible he still thought it was a laughable, almost Dr. Evil-esk plan.

He looked over some of the animals being tested. He had made friends with them. Animals were always easy to talk to for him.

"Hello Charlie." He said with a smile to a golden retriever.

He named them even though he knew he shouldnt. It made him feel like he would try harder to make sure they were healthy and happy. That was better than people just injecting them and making them feel alone.

"No soul should go through that." He thought.

Not all of the scientists that worked with him shared the same feeling. He was fine with that. Scientists were usually too high and mighty for him. He preferred "normal" people.

He was working on an exciting new retro virus. It had the potential to do many things. Everything from curing diseases, to military purposes, even to industrial uses. He had lost track of time when he looked at his tablet pc. There was a reminder waiting for him. He was supposed to give the nurses of the hospital a series of retro viruses, nanobots, and various other things to be injected in some of the unknowing patients. He had strict instructions not to tell the nurses what they were for or what he did. This is how it had always been. He didnt know if they really knew or not, he knew better than to ask. He just told them he was delivering their medicine and that was that. He packed up the needles, each one labeled for each patient very carefully into a heavily armored box.

He said in a loud modulated voice, "Dr. McCourd, I am going to make a delivery to the hospital. I will be back right after."

He sent an email to the hospital saying they would get a delivery of medicine in 30 minutes and within 45 minutes he was there.

Came out of the mission in the world wide red arc where you get ambushed and waited for it. My team was very rude and impatient but thats another story. It ended up taking the whole zone to beat Big K. I was happily blasting away at him with my energy blaster when he decided to pick on me.

We face off with our sniper blasts. He came out on top. Damn knock back

I would really appreciate if you could do my hero, Blood Wolffe

Or his "classic" version

(I cant believe thats the best photo of his costume I have, but you get the idea. oh and both legs if you decide to do him)

I think the classic costume would work better with your style, but I dont have one of his new outfit....

Oh, he has fangs in both versions

Anyways, thanks for doing this on behalf of everybody!

I have a few songs that I feel capture the personalities of my characters...

For my SS/Invuln Warwolf brute

Destroy All - Static X

Power Struggle - Sunna

For my Fire/Fire Dominator

Show Me How to Live - Audioslave

Death of it All - Rob Zombie

For my Eng/Fire Blaster

Gets Me Through - Ozzy Osbourne

Songs I listen to in general when playing

Feel so Numb, Superbeast - Rob Zombie

Twisted Transistor - Korn

The Reflecting God - Marilyn Manson [explicit lyrics]

and for AV battles...

Neodammerung - Matrix 3 soundtrack



Mostly heavy metal or gym music, so if you are into that I recommend them.

Very well written. Also a very interesting perspective to write from for a hero's story. I think you didnt get any comments because it was long. If its any consolation I will say this for all people viewing it; its worth it.

The only thing it could use is better breaks. The pacing is good for a begining but not for a full story. So I fully expect to see more about this character.

This may be a chance to work on a story that has been in my head for a while. Can we submit more than one?

You might want to refer to, or have your character refer to Hero 1 and the council/fifth column.

Its a hard question to answer. There are some people I wouldnt care if they were to be experimented on. Animals are inherently innocent in my book. But a few species can commit acts of cruelty or malice. Regardless, I dont like animal testing. I know its pretty much needed to advance science and some tests arent cruel, and if the scientific community told me I could stop it all if I said so I would say keep going.

Anyways, there are humans who arent... human. If you know what I mean. People full of hate and who have no sympathy, with the willingness to hurt others for their gain. Monsters among men.

The question for me is who deserves it?

Also, for me humanity is determined by the kind of person you are.

Well, there is this one. I havent written for it in a while but Im working on it. A very different feel from this one I think.

Right here. Seriously, these forums are probably the best spot for feedback and number of views. I have posted several here.

However, I believe it is called the CoH writers' guild. They post alot of stories. I think its cohwritersguild.com but Im not positive.

After some searching, Brett found a few tools he could use to fix the place up and put them in a cardboard box. He was going to have to get a job though to make it livable. He walked up one flight of stairs to where his room was to find a strange sight he certainly did not expect.

You have to be kidding me.

The guy was dressed for the wrong century. He didnt seem to know, so Brett made it his civic duty to inform him. Just in case. At any rate he looked like a snob.

"You okay man? You look like you fell out of a Tim Burton movie." He said with a snear as he dropped his box of tools at his door and looked for his key.

"Your a few days late for halloween. Nice getup though, and you really sell it."

Damn, Im clever.

((I guess we will make up the safehouse as we go along?))

A semi hit the brakes hard on an isolated road in a dreary town. Before it had completely stopped the passenger door opened and a man was shoved out. He hit the ground hard but got right back up screaming obsenities. The truck resumed its path.

"My bag you mother [censored]!" he shouted.

The truck responded by spitting his duffle bag out the passenger door before it slammed shut and moved on. Brett picked up a rock and threw it at the back end of the trailer. The ride had gone sour when the driver started asking about his scars. Things usually did when someone asked about them.

The ran long and deep all over his face and body. They werent the kind chicks dig exactly. He was an average sized man with a decent build. He wore normal clothes, a leather jacket, jeans, t-shirt, and winter cap. Nothing special to attract attention to him besides his scars. He snatched up his duffle bag and looked around at the ghost town he was in. It was a few buildings and houses that were very run down. The grey sky and light rain made the ground a little wet and added to the dreary, life-sucking atmosphere.

"What a hole." was his proclamation.

It was a seaside port. Across the street was a greasy spoon diner and a ferry. Either way down the road was nothing but horizon. So he went up to the ferry to see where it led. The Rogue Isles. Another dump. He went into the diner to get something to eat. When he stepped in the bell by the door gave a jangle and his boots left slight mud tracks, not that he cared. He looked around with dissapproval before dropping his bag by a booth and sitting down. An old washed up waitress with a droopy face and a cigarette dangling lazily out of her mouth threatening to just fall walked up to him.

She is about as run down as this place is.

"Whattaya want? Jeez, what happened to yer face?" She said in a hoarse voice like she had been smoking longer than she was alive.

"What happened to yours?" He snapped back, "Bacon Cheeseburger and coffee."

Normally it would be foolish to mess with the person who holds your food but she just looked so lazy she wouldnt even bother to do it. That and this diner probably didnt attract the most eloquent people very often. After eating his meal he realized he had no money. There was only one thing to do now. He got up like he was going to the bathroom, passing a table of three guys eating and joking. When one of them looked at him he initiated his plan.

"What are you looking at fatass?" He said right before punching him hard in the face.

A few moments later he was literally thrown out, tumbling once over in the damp mud. Better to get a few bruises and get thrown out than to go to jail for not paying.

He got up shaking his fist at the diner, "My bag mother [censored]s!"

Again, his bag was spit out and he snatched it up. He had less options now. Back the way he came from was Paragon City and he definitely wasnt going back there. The other way led to parts unkown, and then there was the ferry. He didnt have the money for it so he waited for a car to pass by so he could hitchhike. There was no car coming from either direction, and he could see for miles down the road. Maybe he could sneak on the ferry. At the gatehouse to the ferry was an old man and an Arachnos soldier in gleaming, pristine armor who had been watching him the whole time.

He started walking up to the ferry. They both watched him the whole way.

Damn! Look at something else so I can sneak in.

He had to play it off so he walked up to the gatehouse, "How much for a ride on your boat?" He asked.

The old man started to list off the prices to him, "$20 for tractor trailers($2 for each extra axle), $10 for trucks, $6 for cars..."

Brett was rubbing his throbbing head and wincing, "Look!... am I in a truck or car? The pedestrian fee! [censored]!"

The old man was startled but not phased by him snapping, "$3 for pedestrians."

The Arachnos soldier who had been monitoring Brett the whole time, his powers and potential shook his head at the old man, telling him "No fee for this one".

"Go right through, sir." The old man said.

Brett was surprised that he caught a break. He figured he was due so he took it quickly before they changed their minds. He took a seat on the ferry among very few other people. Halfway through the ride he got seasick and threw up over the side of the ferry, spewing obsenities as much as vomit, if not more. The sea air was cold so he put his hands in his pocket. He pulled out a small, crumpled wad of cash.

Huh! I did have money.

He thought as he stuck it back in his pocket. He arrived in Port Oakes and began to wander around until arriving very tired at the front of a building called the Blakmoore Safehouse. And he thought that first town was a hole.

Do I have enough for a motel? 12 dollars and... forty two cents. If I could find one I can afford I doubt I would want to stay in it.

So with no other choice he stepped into the building. The money could be better spent on alcohol, or maybe go towards some superadine.

The care taker of the safe house was a skinny little man. Fidgety and dirty. He was muttering to himself, watching tv behind a barred up room. Brett walked up to the window, then down at a bell. He gave a sneer before tapping the bell. The man didnt respond. He tapped it again, then again, progressively getting faster until he gave up and yelled at the man.

"Hey!" Brett shouted.

"Dont hurt me I have no money!" The man rapidly let out in a panic.

"Im not here to rob you, Im here for a room." Brett said.

"Oh, a customer. I see, right this way." The man said rubbing his hands.

He led Brett to an empty room. Yet another dissappointment.

"Do you have any rooms that have doors that shut?" He said referring to the busted frame from police ramming the door.

"They cost money."

Brett grabbed the skinny man by the shirt, "Give me a room that locks!"

The man recoiled back, putting his hands up, "Okay, okay!" He said.

Brett released him and followed him to a room that did lock, but wasnt much better. It had a bed frame and a mattress he would never sleep on, peeling wallpaper, and a kitchen he wouldnt cook in.

"Better?" The man asked, annoyed by Brett's outragous demands.

"Five stars." He said sarcastically.

"Good. My name is Jenkins. Fill this form out. If you need anything, you came to the wrong place." He said, tossing him a key before shutting the door.

"Awesome Egor. Thanks buddy." He said.

He filled out the paperwork which was mostly waivers for health and asking about powers.

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Name: Brett Mason

If you have any special powers please list them:

Fire control/blasting

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He dumped his bag and began arranging things, taking notes of various infestations and things he would have to fix. He went back down stairs to see if there were any tools to fix the broken stuff.

((For range of apartment types we could say they go from cellar hole to upper floors maintained by Arachnos to higher standards that could be achieve through various routes. Just a thought. And if nobody likes the praetorian of Mr. Green Im sure Arachnos can make him disappear with replacement in tow.))

Tyrant

For the big open RP's read the backstories. I would recommend reading from about 50 pages back (It seems like alot and it is but you can do it) and once you caught up just watch the thread for a while. After that, introduce your character.

Short to-the-point posts with details. Meaning, dont write four pages worth of stuff. People wont read it. But give it some substance. When you post your goal should be to either advance either a plot or a relationship between your character and another. This will avoid those really unnecessary posts (I am guilty of those myself). When you post something, put something in there other people can react to like a question or reveal something or an action.

If you are going to leave for a while, just leave an OOC (out of character) note on your last post. Put your character in an out of the way place, or if you trust someone enough you can have them write for your character (Not usually recommended).

Utilize the PM system. If you ask someone to jump in they will usually be glad to have your company. Its good for developing plots and interesting interactions.

Professor Blues is right. Dont write for someone else's character. Just what your character does. Half the fun is seeing how they will react anyways.

Its rough to start out but it gets easier fast. Hope that helps.