Crazy_Dragon

One, maybe two days tops before the baton is auto-passed should do it.

Sadly not. I was suggesting an idea for another unrelated OpenRP (where characters would have lost their powers) in URP when at least one person declared that if people couldn't try and outdo one another with said powers, they wouldn't want to know.

I've given this a little thought since posting the OP. I stumbled across a relay comic a while ago that was managed thus: People initally voiced their interest and a list was drawn up, serving as a looping queue that allowed for others to join in later in the cycle, adding their names to the bottom of the list, and for anyone to step out if they needed to stop for any reason. Nobody added their contribution unless they were actually next up.

Well, as a rule, the link between each story would have to be at the end of the prior story and at the start of the new story else it'd be doomed to fail in a confusing mess.

So you're the one who swiped that name! D:<
*dramatic fist shaking*



To be honest, a lot of names pop into my head when I least expect it to. some good, some terribad beyond belief.

Of my characters (off the top of my head):

Crazy Dragon: DB/DA scrapper. This guy's proven to be a one hell of a speedbump-riddled road. He originally started out as Mr. Pointless (which has since become my Global again after the list merge) on account of only just getting the game (covermounted on PC Zone UK o_O) and wanting to give it a shot already and not even being aware of the RP community on Union at the time (seriously, it was pure dumb luck that I stumbled into Union RP the same week I started playing). After a tenner spent renaming him, I settled on Crazy Dragon. His backstory is that he's an ex-underground fighter who stumbled across a carrier bag full of spellbooks and then later acquired a couple of swords. He's also a little nuts and a bit of an idiot, so I thought the name fit well.

Broadband Dragon is his Preat counterpart, who instead developed equipment to enhance his latent psionic abilities, along with other things. Mind/FF Controller.

Reactor Party stemmed from the song by ****disco. The character's main "costume" itself was instead inspired by a different band, Late of the Pier. Rad/Rad Defender.

High Tide, I honestly don't know where this name actually came from. What I do know it what kind of char to apply it to: An En/En Blaster with the additional mutant ability to breath underwater.

Sure Shot Shirley is currently my favourite name so far. The character's a vampire treasure hunter born on the day the Texas became a US state. The first two thirds of name I actually got from an old shareware game, And the name Shirley I found suitable for further alliteration. Of course, now I've just found out that said name would have actually been unusual for a woman born in 1845. *bangs head* Anyway, DP/Kin Corruptor.

Hellhog: Fire/Fire Blaster. He's a fat biker from Yorkshire whose powers stem from some magic ink his tattooist used in error. Ironically, he's a bit of a gentle giant on an everyday basis.

Hundred: DB/WP Scrapper. Originally, the char started out as part of a RP Magical Girl SG, but when that slowly fell on its backside for a number of reasons I retconned the character into a Cumbrian woman with minor and very much localised Chronomancy powers (to the extent that she only used them on herself). I considered calling her Hundred Blades, but I thought it was too corny before I even checked for the name.

Emerald Eileen: Illusion/Thermal controller. This sort of just popped into my head as I was rolling her. She's a mage from another universe who's been studying the Superhumanity phenomenon on Primal Earth since she first discovered it. As well as a reference to her green skin, the name's a pun on the poetic name for Ireland, though I haven't really considered whether Eileen would have any Irish blood in her.

Mashup: Sonic Blaster. The name's both a play on the character's first name, Masha, as well as a reference to her music industry past.

Sky Stormer: Storm/En Defender. Yeah, I wanted "Himmelsstürmer" (after playing a fair bit of Söldner-X when it came out) but I couldn't use the ü character).

Wintertron En/Cold Corruptor, if I can remember right. I just wanted a snappy name that was suffixed with "-tron". I think it worked out alright, although contrary to what the name may suggest, he's an almost-nobody who depends on a rusty old pickup for transport and spends a good deal of his spare time cracking open a cold one to Spongebob marathons. And would most likely be played by a younger Bruce Campbell.

ShoXtar Elec Brute. Snappy, stylish portmanteaus a-gogo, baby!

And then there's Patsy Crusher, my classic SS/Inv Tanker. I'm not sure what the hell I was thinking with this one, but it's stuck, I guess. She's an immortal teen from the North-East of England.

Not that "budding" necessarily means "promising". Or "good".

Been robbed?
Items of priceless and sentimental value stolen?*
Authorities proving to be a chocolate fireguard?

Call Midnight Max and get back what's rightfully (and legally) yours!
Call: (XXX) XXX-XXXX

*= Jobs not restricted to the priceless and sentimental. Within reason.


Beside them is a Post-It, with two arrows drawn in black felt tip pointing to the two cards, along with "LOL WUT?" to accompany them.

"Alright," Patsy responded, gesturing to the discarded hoodie on the ground ahead of her. "Just need to fetch summat, then. Relax, hun, it's not a weapon. I've kinda gone off those last year."

Strolling over to the garment, the immortal dug deep into its pockets, eventually brandishing a smartphone that remained surprisingly intact considering the manner in which she tossed the item of clothing aside earlier. The back of the protective case that housed the device popped open in her hands with almost zero effort on her part (all things considered), revealing inside a small stack of business cards bearing Patsy's full moniker along with a mobile number, email address and a P.O. Box address, one of which she offered to Blade.

On the reverse, which didn't carry the gloss of the text-heavy side, he would find a 2D barcode - a QR Code, to be precise - that contained the same data in a smartphone-friendly format.

"That do you, kid?"

"Pfeh!" Patsy retorted, crossing her arms in a manner that suggested she was offended as she looked to Ray. "You see, you save the goit from gettin' chowed down on by a demon and this is the thanks you get. Typical."

The unimpressed immortal, without moving her head, looked to the holy man's lackey once more to add: "If you have to knaa, hun, I was just poppin' by to visit a few graves, is all. Thought that bunch of LARPers I'd smacked about the other week had come after me with some bigger pets than last time at first."

"Nee way, hun." Patsy answered, rolling her eyes. "And those five words alone are settin' off alarm bells that you're not me type anyways."

The immortal girl watched the swordsman rush off to slice up the hellhounds.

"Now there's a guy that knows his priorities." she said, charging forth to go add her contribution to grinding the dogs' faces into the dirt. "Might wanna consider takin' a leaf out of his book, like!"

Patsy dragged herself out from beneath the demon and hauled herself to her feet, though the dizzy spell that brought on coupled with the pounding headache contributed to by both herself and the demon made that a little difficult. After a couple of minutes, she was able to stand up straight without staggering. Much.

Seeing that the demon was well and truly out for the count, the immortal girl proceeded to get to work on making sure he damn well stayed down by tearing the hellspawn's head off with her fingerless-gloved hands, a feat acheived by grabbing the goat-head by the horns and pushing against the demon's shoulders. A slow but satisfying process for someone who only a few minutes ago was having her face stoved in by the very creature she was now decapitating.

Patsy then picked herself back up onto her feet once more and carried the severed head around its owner's body not unlike a careless postal worker juggled a fragile package. Glancing down at the demon's exposed rear for a bit, her attention returned to the head then back again, almost as if calculating something in her own still-attached skull before she simply shrugged and lifted the head behind her. And then she...

((For the purposes of keeping things PG-13, cue one crash-cut to elsewhere accompanied by the classic Who "YEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!"))

"AIIEE!" Patsy screamed as the first blow stuck, "OW! AGH! OW! CUT IT! OUT!"

This continued for a good few seconds until the immortal finally caught one of the oncoming fists with one hand and proceeded to grab for the demon's remaining free arm with the other. Patsy's face, though intact, bore a combination of tearful agony (said tears rapidly evapourating as soon as the appeared) and burning rage.

"I said," she hissed as she slowly pushed the monster's limbs away. "Knock. It. OFF!"

With that, the demon found himself on the receiving end of yet another headbutt, Patsy pulling hard on both arms so that if the blow struck, the demon would likely be dragged back down for another. And perhaps another.

Patsy let out a pained grunt when the first blow struck, followed directly by an agonised roar that carried itself over the deafening sound of the rainfall upon the stabbing attempt. Though neither succeeded in penetrating the immortal girl's hardened skin, that didn't stop it hurting like hell fifty times over and bringing her to her knees in no time at all.

For a moment she rested on the ground, doing her best to fight off the pain.

"Well, Patsy," she muttered quietly to herself as she lay on the ground, in part to berate herself and in part to take her mind off her aches. "That was pretty daft of you."

Figuring she had given herself more than enough time to recover, even if her back was still killing her (in a manner of speaking), Patsy then rolled onto her back and attempted to deal a swift below-the-belt boot - both of them - to her opponent before he had chance to react (hopefully). Depending on which direction the demon was facing, he might find himself in a lot of pain himself should the attack strike.

For the most part the girl had narrowly dodged the fire beam, only just catching it with her sleeve. Fortunately, though, she was quick to pat the flames out before they started to burn her skin, but the damage was done.

"Typical." the girl muttered, looking down at the patch of scorched and melted fabric that still bubbled away on her arm. She then turned her attention back to the demon and barked over in a accent similar to that of someone from the North East of England, though with a hint of Irish in there too: "This thing set be back twenty dollars, you pillock!"

Rather than remove the hoodie by way of unzipping it first, the girl simply grabbed the garment by the collar and tore the whole thing off in one go. It was perhaps a good thing that she was in fact wearing a similarly-coloured tee-shirt underneath it, though the other revelation - that in doing so, the girl revealed herself to be the white-haired, youthful immortal Patsy Crusher, previously responsible for the Nighthunters' failure in capturing a wanted criminal alive, may not have sat all too well with at least one or two of the belligerents in the immediate vicinity.

"So here's how it's gonna work, alright?" Patsy announced, tossing the destroyed hoodie to one side. The disembodied roar of a concert audience, though currently non-existent, wouldn't have been out of place at all. "You're gonna pay me back. In full. On the spot. Right now."

The immortal girl then charged toward the demon, readying her right arm to clothesline the horror as she yelled at the top of her voice: "WITH YOUR FLAMIN' GOAT HEAD UP YOUR BACKSIDE SIDEWAYS!"