Ex_Libris

Like the other servers have done in this forum, I've started this thread to let Guardian RPers list their characters, play times, RP-SGs (if any), etc. so that other RPers can coordinate.

Please Include:

Character Name(s):
Playtimes/days:
RPing Style: (HardCore, RP-lite, RP/Action)
RP SuperGroup Name (if any):

(Optional) Character Bio:

I guess whatever the 'unofficial' RP server(s) is doesn't matter since nothing's really different on any of them game-wise. You get RPers on all, you get non-RPers on 'Unofficial RP' servers...

Since this thread is getting more into the merits/flaws of using Guardian as opposed to some other server, I'll post a new thread to help those stuck on Guardian to meet/network/SG etc.

Click link in sig below.

It's 2am in Galaxy City when a streaming light comes down from the sky above, slowing down slightly before crashing into the side of a tall skyscraper. In it's dormant state, it is obvious that this is an alien ship. It stays there, sticking out of the building like a wounding knife.

Suffering from his usual insomnia, Joseph Ravelin dawns his Moonstriker costume and wanders the streets fighting crime. He is the first to the scene of the accident.

Moonstriker stands at the foot of the skyscraper, looking up at the wreck twenty stories above. Workers stream out of the building in a crazed panic. In the distance, he hears sirens. But they might not get to the scene in time to save the innocent lives. Moonstriker leaps into the air and begins scaling the walls at an incredible rate.

As he gets to the crash area, he shields his eyes from the black smoke emitting from the building and leaps into a window.

"Is anyone there? Is anyone alive?!" he shouts above the roaring. Ahead, he hears the sound of movement. Trying to keep from breathing, he moves towards it. As he gets closer, he sees the hull of the alien ship and moving figures. He opens his mouth to say something, but never gets the chance.

An alien fist swings at him, knocking him through the wall of the skyscraper and flying through the air hundreds of feet from the ground....

((feel free to continue from here))

Thanks, it's a rough attempt but a start none the less I suppose.

For my cold/cold blaster, it's "Time for a cold one!" and I re-bound F10 to use a thumbsup emote with the battlecry instead of attack.

I haven't sen anyone RPing on Guardian either. Kinda sad, really.

I mainly play "The Ending" a magic scrapper.
I usually play PST evenings and some weekend mornings. Lately I play too much. :-P

He was just a normal guy with a white-colar job walking down the street when someone who appeared to be a street bum offered to give him talent and powers if he would follow his destiny to help rid the world of the "human evil" that is predicted to start spreading through the world. He would have to sacrifice his life and humanity to accept. He humored the man for some reason as jest, but woke up the next morning (from unsettling dreams) and found himself changed with knowledge and abilities he didn't have before. He never saw the "bum" again.

I believe they explained that there was no need in this game, since the city has so many heroes nobody really cares who you are. <shrugs> A secret identity would STILL be cool.

Aahhhhhahah yes Rp here I love it
NOw we all know there is a Huge need for a Real RP server..

COME ON REPLY!!

ooc: I applaud what this team did and believe it takes nothing away from them as RP'ers.

I think whether this group did what they did for fame, rewards, or whatever is irrelevent. The other team was asked to back off and they made the choice not to, so suffered the consequencies of their actions.

Well done.

Great movie, very well done. Thanks for the chuckle!

Wiping debris from his chest Lobe stares at the somewhat spherical object that lays embedded in Steel Canyon's finest asphalt, "Geez, that must be a huge bat!" He then looks in the direction of the oncoming Kyle and not knowing who it is or their intent, sets himself in the flight path to block his new found friends from harm.

Over the next few days, Martin would be subjected to tests and scans of every description, in addition to his normal physical therapy. His physical therapy was progressing so well, that he had even begun to provide his physical therapist some limited lessons in Akido, thus benefiting both himself and his therapist. Martin actually seemed to be in better shape than when he went into the hospital. The therapist informed Martin that he was down to about 1% body fat, which should not be possible under normal circumstances. Things became even more bizarre during his next doctor’s consultation:

“Okay, doc. Give it to me straight. What kind of weirdo am I?” Martin said sarcastically.

“You are hardly a weirdo. Martin, you are already in the peak of physical condition, something that should have taken another month at least. Even without your “dampening aura”, that in itself would be cause for further investigation. You see, your muscular system has doubled in size.”

“What’s so strange about that? I work out a lot.”

“Martin, you don’t understand. You have an entirely new set of muscles growing in tandem with, and in some cases, OVER your existing ones. Essentially, you have two complete sets of muscles. Every muscle in your body has a duplicate, including your heart, although in that case, it appears that the cardiac muscle has merely augmented itself twofold.”

“What, so they are replacing my existing ones?”

“Not exactly. It’s like when you see two engines at the front of a train. Both engines perform the same function, with increased efficiency and power. The new muscles respond to the same stimuli, and react in the same manner. Your enlarged heart has ramped up your blood pressure to what should be a fatal level, but with your extra set of muscles reinforcing your major arteries, what it amounts to is greater circulatory efficiency. I can only assume that your blood vessels are double-thickness as well, since we haven’t seen any capillary breakage.”

“Oh, swell. No more high-salt foods for me, I guess.”

“Well, there’s more. Theoretically, this condition should mean that any wound you suffer should be potentially fatal due to bleeding. However, in your case, the bonding capability of the platelets in your bloodstream.. Do you know what “platelets” are?”

“Yes.”

“Well, the bonding capability of your platelets seems to have increased several times over. We had to fill a needle with an anti-clotting agent just to take a sample. The upshot of this is that your circulatory system seals over minor wounds almost as soon as they occur. The only thing keeping all of your blood from clotting right now is the extreme pressure of your heart. Additionally, your white blood cell count is elevated, and the cells themselves are aggressive in the extreme. We are sending our findings to a disease research facility, their reactions to pathogens are so impressive. Your blood could be the catalyst for developing a cure to some of the world’s deadliest diseases.”

“I am no med student, doc, but I thought an elevated white count was bad.”

“Normally it is. But there is nothing wrong with you. Quite the opposite. Martin, on a hunch, we introduced a live sample of virally-infected blood to your sample. Your white cells attacked and destroyed the viral packets without incurring a single loss.”

“So, I’m basically really really healthy, is that it?”

“Martin, you could very well be one of the single healthiest people on the planet.”

“Okay, so what does all this have to do with my “aura”? That IS the reason I am still here, right?”

“We puzzled over that for some time. Then we consulted an endocrine specialist. Your lymphatic system also has some redundancy, but it also has dozens of additional organs roughly the size of an almond. Our assumption is that puberty, combined with your exposure to Paragon City and it’s meta-human inhabitants, triggered their awakening from a dormant state. As to how they got there in the first place, and why they are doing what they are doing, I must admit that we are utterly dumbfounded. Many different mutations in human beings have been showing up ever since the Rikti incursion, so we are leaning in that direction for an explanation. You know the human body takes minute amounts of vitamin K from sunlight, right?”

“Yeah, we covered that in Bio 1.”

“Well, these organs absorb specific radiations generated by the energy signatures given off by higher tech equipment, such as some of our more advanced devices, or…”

“My mother’s artificial heart. Great. If I get near my mother, I’ll kill her?”

“Well, unless we find a way to control it, yes. But there’s more.”

“More?!?”

“Yes. The endocrinologist we consulted is also a meta-human. Among his other abilities, he can see far outside the normal human spectrum including x-rays, infrared, etc. He uses this abilities to diagnose patients and perform what amounts to exploratory surgery without having to actually incise the patient. He could not see through you. Upon further testing, we determined that these ‘Thorne glands’, as we have elected to call them,” Martin rolled his eyes, “also absorb the energy patterns present in all meta-humans. Essentially, you act like a ‘lodestone’ of sorts, dampening these patterns as your body absorbs the energies.”

Now, Martin was intrigued. Several things were beginning to fall into place.

“These organs are spaced all over your body, and stress sends them into overdrive. As they absorb the energy, they send specifically-keyed hormones throughout your body. These hormones have been instructing your body to reinforce all of its defensive systems, as well as your musculature. The second set of muscles, I think, is only the beginning. There is evidence of the beginnings of a third set. Via ultrasound, we have found that the ‘Thorne glands”..”

“Look.. Find something ELSE to call them. Use YOUR name. I don’t care. Just don’t use mine.”

“Fair enough. ‘Stromberg gland’ does have a nice ring to it.”

“Call it that, then.”

“At any rate, these glands seem to have their own muscle groups. Judging by the cellular structure, they are voluntary muscles, but these cells contain a kind of crystalline lattice that we have never encountered before. It seems to insulate the organs, effectively acting like a lead shield around a reactor.”

“Doc, are you saying that I can turn these things on and off?”

“Theoretically, once you learn to control the muscles associated, yes. You may even be able to focus the absorption. The muscle groups bear a striking resemblance to ocular muscle, only on a much smaller scale.”

“So why don’t I absorb my own powers, like everyone else’s?”

“Think of a flashlight. It’s the same principle. The crystalline structure within the muscles seems to focus the absorption outward as well as insulating you from it, preventing it from reaching the core of your body. It acts like the focusing mirror of a typical flashlight. The muscles open like a clamshell when they contract, similar to your eyelids. There is only the single opening in each organ, and they all appear to be pointed outward.”

“So how many of them are there?”

“Dozens. They are mostly in your extremities, and are more densely concentrated around your various hormonal glands.”

The doctor went on to explain more, talking about possible exercises, plans, and whatnot, but Martin was lost in thought, trying to digest all this. It was then that he remembered a small detail. “Why do normal people get headaches around me?”

“Martin, all of us, regardless of whether normal or meta-human, have some of this energy in our bodies. The difference is that the average person has it in such trace amounts that, when you absorb it, it’s akin to someone dry-heaving. You’re pulling really hard at something that there isn’t any more of. There are no lasting effects, just pain.”

“So, what do we do now? When can I get out of here?”

“Well, we’ve got to get you where you can actively control the absorption. When the muscles are at rest, their natural state is to close over the glands. It’s when you are awake that they tense and open. I suppose to first course of action is to teach you to relax.”

“Gotcha covered, doc. I learned that in first-year Akido.”

“Let’s try it then.”

Martin began to go through the breathing exercises his Master taught him, seeking the serenity within that all creatures possess. The doctor placed a laser-scalpel in Martin’s palm and waited for the power-indicator to stop flickering. Martin was truly centered for the first time in many months. He had forgotten how calming the effect was. After a moment or two, the laser scalpel’s power light settled into a normal steady glow.

“Very good. Now, if we could just get you to where you could do that on demand,” the doctor said as he moved to take the device from Martin.

“Hang on a sec, doc. Let me try something,” said Martin. Now that Martin was calm and at peace, he sensed something new. An entirely new sensation was hovering just on the edge of his awareness. He tried to grab at it mentally, but it was like trying to capture smoke with a net. His mind finally latched onto this sensation, and Martin felt a something similar to having goosebumps. The scalpel’s power indicator winked out for a split second, and then came back on. Doctor Stromberg looked at Martin questioningly.

“Did you do that?”

“I think so. Let me try again,” Martin said, closing his eyes. After a few seconds, the power light flickered once again, and then went out. This time, it stayed out for a full second before coming back to life. Martin sighed loudly, “lost it.”

“That was promising. So it appears that you may yet be able to control the absorption. This will take some work.”

“Like I told you before doc, until I am safe to be around my Mom, I got nothing else to do.”

When Martin regained consciousness, he appeared to be in a private room in intensive care. His mother could be seen looking at him through glass across the room. Her eyes were puffy and red, and she waved to him weakly, a smile on her face. The doctor walked in about that time, and checked the readings on what appeared to be positively archaic monitoring equipment.

“Hello Martin.”

Martin remained silent, and turned to stare at the wall.

The doctor pressed on. “We have moved you to this observation area, and we would still like to run some tests on you to find out what is going on. You appear to be in fine health and on the mend. You have actually gained a few pounds, which although unexpected, is a good thing.”

“I’ll tell you what, doc. You run whatever tests you like, as long as it points to a CURE.”

“Martin, the powers that have begun showing up in this world are hardly a disease. They are a boon to mankind.”

“Oh, then why isn’t my mother here next to me? She NEEDS me right now.”

“Martin, it appears that your body emits some sort of field that dampens the specific energy patterns used in more advanced technological devices. Your mother runs a risk of her heart ceasing to function if she gets too close to you. The field appears dormant when you are unconscious, but judging by the display downstairs, it triggers off of stress.

“No kidding,” snorted Martin. In truth, he was mildly intrigued. The incident with Big Dawg was beginning to make sense. Perhaps it went even deeper. “Okay, doc. I’ll be your guinea pig, but I have to go downtown to the morgue first.”

“Martin, I am afraid that you cannot leave just yet. The danger to the public is too great. Do you realize how dangerous your…uh.. ‘field’ is, left uncontrolled? Do you realize how much damage you could cause? How much havoc you could wreak if you got too close to, say, someone with an artificial organ?” the doctor said, looking pointedly at Martin’s mother.

“Okay, doc. I get your point. What happens now?”

“Well, we see if you can’t learn to control it, and where it comes from.”

“Fair enough. If it’s keyed to my stress reaction, that should be fairly easy to control. That’s what Prozac is for, right?”

“I can’t be sure. We need to do some tests on you first.”

“Fine. I got nothing else to do.”

“Excellent,” the doctor said, “shall we begin?”

I'm new to Paragon city and have yet to find a hangout for off-duty heroes such as myself.

Haven't come across a bar or club or any type of off-duty hang out as of yet and am wondering if any other heroes have found such shelters to hang loose at.

In my Sig

"Here comes the debt!"

The Dark Maiden, my bitchy, aggressive dark elf that's been dropped here in Paragon. Magic Scrapper Broadsword/Invulnerability

"I'm going to tear you apart!"

Dr. Arcanus, eternal enemy of the Circle of Thorns, at your service (on the Virtue server usually late PM PST or Weekends).

The Dark Maiden
Usually play after 11pm CST, though also some during the day on Thursday and Friday.

I like to make mine comical, seeing as how they all do that same 'pointing' stance when they yell the battle cries... I'd like to make mine:

"Did you know that coconuts falling from tall trees kill more people annually than sharks?!"

But right now mine is "Darkness falls on evil!"

Ryko Nailo

Cyberjack steps over one of the Circle's charred smoking corpses without sparing it a second glance, turning to be confronted by the massive lats of the giant Lobe, he tilts his head back to look up at the ponderous hero as he side steps...then side steps again...to move around Lobe to face the growing group of heroes who had come to his aid.

"You're assistance is appreciated, it was timely," Cyberjack states with utter passivity. Before he could go on he is confronted with the outstretched right hand of Contact, who has a grin on his face. Involuntary synapses connect causing the cybernetic right arm to twitch momentarily as if it would raise itself to accept the familiar greeting. Almost sheepishly, the part cyborg steadies his arm at his side, being aware of the discomfort most people had in touching the smooth metal apendage.

Speaking before the moment could get any more awkward, Cyberjack says, "As I was saying, your assistance is appreciated, but I must be going. My contact has informed me that the Circle is moving here. SERAPH believes that a civilian, a Rebecca Morningstar, is in danger. I am to protect her...."

Suddenly at that moment.... "Aaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrgggggggghhhhhhh!"

Cyberjack spins, his arm snapping up to lock on to the man streaking towards the group at high velocity. Almost instantly processes run trying to ascertain the identity of the new arrival and to decide if he was a threat to be disposed of.....

In an astounding piece of journalistic investigation, information has been uncovered as to the origins of at least four of the members of the little known group known as The Syndicate. The reporter's name is being withheld for security reasons for both the newspaper and the super group known as The Syndicate. The break down of these super heroes reads as such:






Dateline : Paragon City news desk
Dated : May, 14, 2003

1) Candy Striper (Betty Palmer) Suffers from reverse paranoia--that the world is out to do her good. The supreme optimist, what would you expect from a nurse. Innocent, but deadly.

Her story concerns itself with a person who just does what she does and enjoys it even if she leaves a criminal dying on the pavement. A style all her own, not much of a backstory. She's just swept up into events and not allowing it to get the best of her.

Having lost her parents and family members, including 2 other sisters in the great conflict, she doesn't vow revenge but deep in her heart she knows what must be done to insure another hapless soul doesn't experience the horror that she had to endure.

Working as a nurse's assistant during the last great battle, Betty was unfortunate to have been dosed with a huge amount of radioactive isotopes. Fortunately, for her, she had an immunity built into her genes that accepted the isotopes. However, she was not able to release the isotopes, instead her body absorbed them which led to a fantastic mutation that actually gives Betty the ability to harness radiative material and focus it.

Interestingly enough, part of the mutation accelerated her metabolism in such a way that she can transform the radiactive material trapped inside her body to cast an aura that regenerates tissue. On the flip-side she has the ability of also harnessing it for deadly effect.

2) Baelzabub - (James Rockman) Total militant mercenary. No time for chit-chat with him. Give him his orders and move out of the way. A technologist whose life was destroyed by a huge aerial fire bomb, his salvation came as a result of being found by criminal mercenaries who stripped him of his skin and replaced it with a synthetic material. The negative effects were that his body and facial features were severely deformed.

These mercenaries had planned to use him as a Manchurian Candidate, brain washing him and using him as a spy to assassinate high government officials in Paragon City. Although they saved him, they also deformed him in doing so and he vows revenge for them having disrupting what he felt was his destiny--to die with honor as a soldier.

3) Agent Orange 01 - (Professor Hamiton Speer) A bit of a combination of the two above but a bit more pessimistic then Candy. The ultimate realist. His story is the most interesting of all. He was a leading scientist of his time, involved in top secret research to discover a unique compound that could be transformed into gaseous form.

The use of this research is still unknown, most records having been destroyed when Boomtown met its doom. Rumor has it though that Rikti would be susceptible to its properties, even to the point of causing death.

Unfortunately, one day a new variable was introduced to the base compound causing a gaseous eruption that Dr. Speer ingested through the air causing serious convulsions. His life was saved only by a complicated process involving the flushing of his lungs with an oxygen/liquid combination.

However, the process left his lungs at 10% capacity while deforming his facial features. Having been saved and still useful, Dr. Speer assumed the identity of Agent Orange 01, named after a defoliant long since banned by Paragon City officials.

Interestingly his research and work continues today, under government supervision and it is rumored that not only has he mastered certain m
ind elements, he also can harness the power of atmospheric elements.

4) Carpe Noctem - (Colonel John Henry Sawyer) Perhaps the saddest of all stories, Colonel Sawyer was a decorated police officer, daring and completely without fear. However, he made a fatal mistake one day. While on investigative duty in Perez Park from Steel Canyon, Colonel Sawyer happened upon a startling discovery--the first known sighting of the Circle of Thorns cult.

Sawyer was held captive by the Circle of Thorns for three years, with every unmentionable form of ritual sacrifice and torture thrust upon him. Near death, he was not rescued but rather displaced. The incident occurred during a planned raid of the mutant group, The Lost against the Circle of Thorns.

In the confrontation, a psionic blast from Aberrants of The Lost and magic of the Madness Mages of the Circle of Thorns clashed and produced a beam of energy that struck Colonel Sawyer, thrusting him into a dimension of darkness.

There he came face to face with a demon-like character bearing no name. As terror gripped him the entity explained to him that he had a choice, either embrace the darkness of the realm that had him captive or continue to resist and eventually be consumed by it anyway.

Seeing no way out, Colonel Sawyer chose the former wherein he was thrust out of this Netherworld and transformed into the likeness of the entity that had granted him asylum from it. He now bears the resemblance to a certain ceremonial creature named Satan of lore from milleniums before. Nevertheless, he is not motivated by evil but still has the uncanny ability to harness the dark source of the Netherworld.

Ironically, the only option was for him to accept his condition. No other requirements were placed upon him so the basis of his life is the destruction of the Circle of Thorns and The Lost which brought his life to this plateau of sadness.

OOC:

Plainly put me me, that was our kill. We had him held and were well past halfway done. It was our member Gamble that had him held, which was the only way that he was going to be beat.

Trust me, when or if you ever face the Kraken, he packs a massive punch. THe key to our eventual victory was Gamble being able to keep him from running amuck and squashing us.

We asked the other group to leave the kill, and they chose not to.

I can't count the number of times that I have been asked ot keep out of another teams way. Now, I ask first before I try to get near another teams kill. Trust me, whether you wish to believe it or not, there is not some great sense of community in Perez Park a lot of the time. People form their teams and that is all they want to allow. Which is fine by me.

So, when we asked the other team to let us have our well-earned kill without their help, they should have backed off. It was asked nicely and more than once. So, we backed off and Gamble let it go. Which it then proceeded to beat the ever living crap out of them. Once that was done, we wnet back to pasting the big lug. And beat it we did.

So, whether you think it was right or wrong, a trophy kill like that was a matter or pride to us. We tried to find it again recently for the rest of our SG to see. SOme of them missed it and were wanting to take a look at the monstrosity that it was, but it was nowhere to be found.

My point is this: If you ask for my help, I will help. If you ask me to back off, I will back off. That is your right to your way of playing the game.

Apogee