Ex_Libris

Andrew sat on the park bench, as his friend Crimson Sword, stood watch over the park.

"Sorry to Hear Drew." He stated as his eyes seem to target everyone briefly.

“I mean the guy doesn’t even have dark powers.”

“Have you thought about adding a number?”

“What?” Andrew asked confused.

“You remember The Green Flame, don’t you?”

Andrew’s eyes danced back and forth for a sec behind his dark cowl. “Yeah from Dark Magics 102, he was a semester ahead of me.”

“If you read his registration card it reads The Green Flame 4, meaning there are 3 others out there aswell.”

“That’s absurd, I never heard him referred as The Green Flame 4.”

“Oh you probably would of never know, he still thinks of himself as just The Green Flame.”

As Andrew pondered this the Crimson Sword continued “then there is The Executioner which is actually spelt XecutionOr on his ID, and with the new kid heroes coming out and there leet speak as it were names made out of numbers and letters are also cropping up.”

“It just does not seem right, I might just be thinking old school here but I want an original name.”

“I respect that in you Drew…OH purse snatching at 4 o’clock, if you want to tag the one holding the purse I’ll follow up with my sword…the guy with the purse always runs.”

“True I hate runners. Anyways you’re on your own I’m still not licensed yet”

“Take care Drew……FEEL MY CRIMSON STEEL!” And with that The Crimson Sword leapt into battle.

Andrew tried to get up, but could not for a second as one of his organic looking shoulder pads was stuck in the park bench. He sighed and unhooked himself and began to walk into Hyperion Way…

Andrew sat in his favorite coffee shop with Julie. He had bumped into her as he had been moping around the streets of Atlas Park, and she had offered to buy him a latte.

“The nerve of that saleswoman, I have been here at least twice and she did not remember my drink, double hazelnut latte with extra foam and a sprinkle of cinnamon.”

“Barista” He said absentmindedly as he doodled down names and new costume designs on a flier he had picked up.

“What was that?” she said.

“A Barista I think that is what they are called.” Andrew glanced up at the Barista that now seemed to be leaving for a well deserved smoke break.

“Sooo your name Dark Crusher was already taken, them’s the breaks Drew, and do you have to sit around in that dark Costume, I mean those organic shoulder pads could poke someone’s eye out.”

“It’s Dark Crusader, and I have not had time to change, I mean I was standing in line and..”

“Do you think that guy over there is gay?, I mean I am practically falling out of this outfit and he has not even noticed me.”

“WHAT?!?! Are you listening to me? And how would I know?” With that his current doodle became a violent scratch.

“Hey relax Drew, I’m here for you, and it’s a shame that Dark Cruiser was taken, but you’ll find a new name.”

“It was Dark Crusader…”

“Whateva, hey have you thought about the Shadow Crusader?”

Andrew just glanced down to his chest, at the crimson D that had now become his bane.

“Thanks for the Latte but I’ve got to head off.” He said with a sigh.

“K, call me if ya need anything.” With that Julie adjusted herself and walked past the man in question as if she needed a stir stick from the near by condiments stand.

Andrew picked up the flier he had been doodling on, it seemed to advertise someone who was “expert in unorthodox information retrieval, specializing in firewalls and encryptions.”

Hmmm he thought and walked out of the coffee shop.

((This is a reposted from the wiped beta boards, for your enjoyment, it was originally Open RP story, but I have made it closed for the repost, but feel free to post OOC about your character and his or her attempt to get the perfect name ))

Andrew smiled and handed over his forms for registration. The clerk looked over the forms, and glanced though crooked glasses at Andrew. Andrew, with the same fake smile that was on his ID photo (or soon to be, the photos where taken at a mom and pop photo shop down the street, there were $5 more than regular passport photos) waited for the clerks stamp of approval. The clerk began to type on his computer’s keyboard, it seemed the clerk like Andrew had never took lessons for typing, but was the fastest two finger typer he had seen.

Andrews mind began to wander, “Hmm that must date us both, I wonder if like me the thought that typing was only for secretaries and computers were only good for pong and badly rendered cowboys shooting square bullets…”

“Sir?” interrupted the clerk.
“Hmm?” Andrew clicked back.
“..Your name, sir? The one you have listed here is taken.”
Trying to hide the shock, “Wwhat? The Dark Crusader is taken!?!?”
“Yes sir, do you have another name?”
A look of panic slowly emerged to his face. “But my costume? I have a large D on my chest!”
“That’s a very nice D there sir, but we need a name please.”
“Who has the name Dark Crusader? I mean I, I umm..”
“Here is the public file on The Dark Crusader” With that the clerk rotated the monitor slightly so that Andrew could see.
After glancing over the screen Andrew returned. “He’s a Natural scrapper with martial arts and gadgets !?! He doesn’t even have a Dark power?”
Andrews body was slowly surrounded by a dark Aura.
“That’s very nice sir, but please refrain from using your powers within the line up sir.” The clerk then gestured to the sign on the wall, then continued “Sir do you have a back up name?”
Andrew was suddenly aware of the line up of multicolored costumes behind him, one person rudely sighed and checked his watch.
“Dark Defender”
“Taken”
“Dark Force”
“Taken”
“Ummm…”
“Have you thought about Crusader that actually is not taken?”
Defiantly Andrew glanced down at his chest.
“Oh that’s right sir the D.”
“Dork” came from a muffled voice in the line up.
“I, do not…”
The clerk slid back the forms to him. “NEXT!”
Andrew grabbed the forms and walked out into Atlas park…
“NEXT”

LOL and this is why there is no 'Official' RP server, because if there was one then it would bog down and leave others servers empty, Horizons had many official RP servers and a few non RP servers and that seemed to work.

Because of the load on Day one (preorder) I created and leveled 3 characters to around 4th before I could even log on to virtue.

Freedom is where myself and a few others have found home, and RPing is where the heart is

we dont roleplay in game, but we do like to write backstories and post origins for our characters online

we just dont have to role play

http://boards.cityofheroes.com/showf...65&fpart=1

see that thread for more info

Connecting............Connected.
USERID> GWUS1044........
PASSWORD>**********..........
Access Granted. Welcome.

>File Access, PT106.
Accessing......................................... .................................................. ......

PT106, Project Twilight number 106.
>History
History: At the end of the last war with the fifth Column one of the projects of that government was to create super hero's of there own. They failed as they started their project to late. What was recovered was a 'Robotic like suit' that was taken back to ****** for testing. On flight back the suit somehow turned on that is when the real issue happened. It seemed the fifth column had successfully transplanted the brain of a previous POW from the war into the suit. We know it's a POW as he could recall bits and pieces of paragon city including his ID number. Thankfully the fifth column did not get around to completely brain washing him. After 'Rehabilitation' he was left to D.A.T.A's supervision, as he is now property of the well being of Paragon. After 'Rehabilitation' the subject remembers nothing of his past life. D.A.T.A will keep us up to date on PT106's progress and if there’s any 'rehabilitation' the subject needs to go though again.
>Print. ........Printing Done.
>................Access Override............ Shutting down connection. Double log on in progress. Running trace program................ Tracer ran. Connec.........
>Black screen<

(My first Attempt at making a role-play char. feed back?)

Any comments would be greatly appreciated.

Really nicely done.

Character Name: Sigma Draconis - Tech.Scrapper
Usually play in the evenings or mornings.

"Oops! Sorry Mr. Fox. Do you have a headache?" Lobe looks crestfallen. Then, as Contact introduces himself to Sly Fox and turns to him and Deth, his face takes on a caste of awe, "Oh boy! What a suit! Look'it all the pretty badges. I bet you're the top scout in your troupe?"

Deth successfully stifles an unladylike guffaw at the look that passes over Contact's face. To give him credit though, he hardly misses a beat before extending his hand to Lobe, "As I said, I am Contact. And you are....?" He asks, looking at the reinforced jeans and combat boots, then the umpteenth X sized t-shirt, which, if he wasn't mistaken, had a giant L drawn on it by a black jiffy marker.

"Oh.... I'm Lobe and I am part of Crown Council, from Vancouver, BC. It's in Canada, yup. Nice to meet you," and he shakes Contact's hand, wrist, and forearm. Before letting go he leans down so his face is inches from Contact's right ear, "I think you should have introduced yourself to the Lady first though, it's more chival... chiverrl... chivelll... - it's nicer," he whispers and finally releases his grip while moving back to give Deth space.

Note: All names subject to change with time.

Comments welcome. Thanks for reading

15 years D&D
4 Years White-Wolf

Long time Pen and Paper Role Player comeing from the Neverwinter Nights comunity, looking for others to share in rich Role Play on Virtue.

Character Name: Shadow of Death

His body lay battered and broken on the dank cobblestone sewer floor; and all he could think about was how badly he wanted to vomit. The odor of sulfur , toxic waste and zombie vomit created a plethora of gag reflexes.

Dazed and confused he layed there smoke rising from his body wondering why....

Why did the homeless come into this god forsaken place? More importantly why had he come? Drifting in and out of concousness he began to remember..

It was'nt the sight of the old man entering that had caused him to follow, it was the small girl with sandy blonde curls. 10-12 Years old, just like his sarah, his sister.

The family had gone to Skyway city via the monorail on Saturday to spend some quality time with one another for a change. His Father worked all the time and his mother, she was well, always busy at odd times. She never really talked about what she did.

Sarah and Charles were both fairly excited to have the family together and skipped down the ramp together hand in hand singing merrily. The family talked and laughed together for hours enjoying one anothers company.

Then the men came. Dressed in white wearing skeletal masks. They had knocked daddy down. Mothers eyes flashed crimson and she rose into the air . Sarah and I had ran it had become so hot , and the screams from behind us only further intensified our need to run away. We ran into a parking lot and hid behind the large green dumpster. We were huddled together sobbing when a large hand reached from above and grabbed Sarah, I screamed and ran away . Sarah kept screaming Charles, Charlie!! Dont leave me..help me..

NO!!!!! the ashen body trembeled on the floor rising into the air encased in flames...not this time im not afraid anymore sarah, im coming. The things turned immediately upon me. It did not matter, the fire storm rained down in a sulfurous frenzy of judgement upon them. Balls of fire, flew from my hands, sparks, blasts one by one they fell.

And then so did I....I knelt.. spent on the floor the smell of chared flesh thick around me ...and then Sarah Approached me, thank you mister....your welcome sarah. Sarah? My name is Molly....she smiled and kissed my cheek...stay out of the sewers Molly. Ok mister! She skipped out . Im coming Sarah, I will find you...im not afraid anymore.


The Phoenix
(My first attempt at creative writing, be gentle)

He awoke, his vision hazed from sleep. Jason pushed his jet black hair, which had grown down past his shoulders, back behind his ears as he stumbled out of bed and into the warm shower. Everyday, Jason sat with his father (Dr. Lucas Gray) for breakfast. After losing his mother years before, he had no one left. The two had grown very close, they spent as much time together as they could – eating breakfast, working out together, and even training in martial arts. The bond between father and son was very obvious… until recent.

Dr. Gray worked at a hospital in Atlas Park. He spent much of his time working with doctors and scientists developing the emergency teleportation system used to save heroes from certain death when their life reached a critical level. For the past while, he had been getting home a lot later than usual and his time with Jason had dwindled into almost none. “With the new amounts of heroes in our city, I have had little time away from the hospital!” he told his son. Jason accepted this, though he missed the time he spent with his father.

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Sitting at his computer with his music blazing and headset on, Jason didn’t hear the door open when his father got home early. Jason nearly jumped out of his seat when the light flashed on in his bedroom. He looked up to see his dad standing in the door way with a somewhat sad face. “What’s wrong, Dr.?” Jason asked in an almost teasing manner. Lucas looked up and pulled a smile across his face, realizing that his feelings at the moment were more obvious than he wanted them to be.

“Nothing, just a long day” Jason knew he was lying. “How about some sparing, eh? It has been a while…” His voice was a little sad as he realized what time he had missed with his son.

The two had hired a personal trainer of the fighting style 'Tai Chi Chuan' and had a room added to their house just for their practices. After they had changed into their uniforms, they were ready for a session that would last several hours, for sure. At the end of the session, it was apparent that Jason had become much better a fighter. Lucas’s only words were “I am sorry I haven’t been around… I want you to always remember I love you.” The day went on like any other, until the night came.

At around 11:00 pm, Jason jumped from his bed as his house shook with a noise that could be heard from afar. He poked his head out of his door to see his father running down the hall. In a panicked voice, Lucas stopped and threw a book to Jason. “Stick that in a backpack with any thing else you need and get out of here!” He yelled as he dashed down the hall. Jason obeyed his father and quickly gathered a few things into his backpack. He pulled on a hat and rushed down the hallway behind his father. As he reached the end of his hallway, he saw several men approaching his father - they wore blue suits with black armor, all of them with helmets and weapons. Jason watched in shock as his father fought them. Lucas fought vigorously against the numbers that came, though he was quickly overwhelmed. Men rushed in through the doors and Jason screamed out as his father was shot and killed. He turned and ran as bullets rushed towards him; the jump from his second story window was nothing he hadn’t done before. He disappeared into the bushes below.

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The air above the now ruined house was thick and silent. The explosions and fire that had occurred the previous night had been settled with nothing but smoke coming from what was left of the former Talos Island home. The police had taped off the area and thorough investigations were done before the rock and debris was cleared enough to discover one man deceased and one still missing. The papers read:

“The peaceful Talos Island domicile was home to Dr. Lucas Gray and his son, Jason Gray. The explosions that occurred in the night at nearly 11:30 pm were the results of a small blaze that reached propane tanks held in the basement. In the morning at approximately 7:45 am, two bodies were found in among the debris of the house. These bodies are believed to be those of Dr. Lucas Gray and his son, Jason Gray. The two will be missed among many within the city. A remembrance ceremony and joint funeral will be held on the date of…continued on page 7C.”

The article had made front page and the news was everywhere through out Paragon city. The passing of a Doctor and his college-going-son was a depressing event for many who lived within the city. Jason was a star lacrosse player for a local college team. In his fourth year in college, he would be soon to graduate in the top twenty of his class. As life had always proved in the past, the worst of things happens to the best of people.

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His eyes scanned the front page news of the Paragon Times a few times as he walked down the back ally of Atlas Park. He sighed as he crumpled the daily paper up and tossed it over his shoulder into the dumpster. He only made it a few more steps before he slumped down against a wall and began to sob. Having lost his father and announced dead, Jason had nearly nothing left except the money in his wallet and the cloths on his back. Only he knew the truth to what had happened that night at the his home… only he knew who had created the explosion… and only he knew who had taken both his fathers life and his own… Jason reached over and picked up a bottle from the ground; he smashed the bottle against the wall and held the neck of the bottle in his right hand high over his right wrist. What had he to live for? He quickly thrust the sharp edges down into his wrist. Jason passed out as the blood rushed from his arm onto the street.

Visions filled Jason’s head as time and space seemed to pass him. He saw many things that most people would only dream about, and he began to see great amounts of lightness… turning into total darkness. As Jason fell, he saw his entire life, twisted in a certain wickedness that put a new perspective on everything. He felt a surge of energy rushing through his body, it felt like he was being crushed, burned, and stabbed by what ever it was engulfing him in a deep purple cloud. As the cloud disappeared, the figure where he stood was no longer him, but a masked figure in an all black outfit… The figure stood strong and when the cloud surrounded him again, the pain was no longer there, but comfort seemed to come with the strange darkness. Jason blacked out again.

Jason awoke the next day. The blood from his wrist had stained the ground around him. He felt hunger now more than he had ever known. Three men began to gather around him, two with bats. As Jason stood, he began remembering the techniques he had practiced so many times with his father. He dodged the first three hits that came from the men with bats and when he went to punch back, the purple cloudiness of his dreams swallowed his hand and hit the foe with a force like he had never seen before. After one more swing, the man fell and the other two fled in fear. Jason stared at his hands in awe of the miracle that had happened and he knew that very instant that the power he contained had changed dramatically…

Jason climbed a stairway of a local apartment building; he sat on the roof against an air duct and reached into his backpack, pulling out the book his father had given him. As he began to read, he was shocked at what he read. The book revealed all of his father’s secrets... the most surprising, the story of his love affair with a lady named Clarissa, better known as “Countess Crey”. Lucas had learned all of the secrets of Crey Industries which he documented in this book… Jason knew what he had to do.

<curtseys>

I'm Princess Peach, the Magic Empathy Defender.
Come and check my pink dress, I love it (a bit short though)
Freshly dropped in Paragon World after being raised in Magic Mushroon Kingdom
My bodyguard is HyperMan (he is not super, he is Hyper), he is working in shift with Elric (I need 24/7 attention)

If your costume is cool I would have prolly told you so and started the conversation

I'm playing Australian time, i.e. GMT+8, mostly evenings and week end.

Hope to heal you in the game!

Princess Peach

Mine in the Virtue Kingdom, being a Magic Empathy Defender, is "Go Toad!"

Princess Peach

"Welcome to Oblivion!"

Character Name: The Blood Prince
Server Virtue (no other servers yet)
play times: as much as possible

I'm very new to the game, just picked it up last night and so far im glad I did, I have been playing alot of online RPG's and hope the RP community grows on this one. so many other games have had their RP community smothered by l33t Power gamers who are in it for the stuff, look for me in game or send a tell

On Justice

Crime Buster - "You're busted, scum" and "Tell the Warden Crime Buster sends his regards!"

The Silver Sabre (speedster) - "You can't outrun Justice!"

Mine is linked to a key bind "The fires of the Phoenix shall rain down its judgement upon you"!

+)

Scrapper with spines: 'Prepare to be spiked!'

[ QUOTE ]
- greys, greens, blues, whites, yellows, oranges, reds and purples.. collective names for mobs that con in that particular color.

ie. "let's go hunt some reds, these yellows arent good enough xp"



[/ QUOTE ]

Also there are the abreviations for the colors:

OJ = Orange
Purp / Grape = Purple


Blue

Perps = Perpetrators aka CoH villains aka bad-guys

Ele/energy tech/blaster, mines "Now thats a Shocker!" heh

Hey Mom, I hope what ever afterlife has to offer, it is letting you see me type this. I think yer boy will do you proud. I know it seemed like a complete hairbrained move to clad spandex and a helmet after discovering my powers just a day beforehand, but you remember how much I idolized the Heroes growing up. I will miss baseball, for many it is a way to escape from the harsh realities that our world has become and that I got to play it, even at the Minors level, and make people cheer filled me with pride. Just wish I could have pitched one game, hell one inning for the Reds. Heath and I will be friends forever it seems, any guy who can forgive me for nearly blowing his head off can't be all bad!
I can imagine you looking down at me the morning after the incident. Laughing as her boy got out of bed and looked in the mirror and said "I can be a hero". What the hell? I had JUST found out I had powers and barely could call them up. Thank God for the training PCPD gave me.
OK, have to ask...... Remember how you used to call my father an idiot cable guy? Well, I remember you tell Aunt Teresa the story about how he heard that the microwaves on the tower would kill sperm before a "big weekend". You said, and I quote "Well that sure as hell didn't work. Thank God I got my son out of that deal!" Mom....please please please tell me I am not like this because of some dork blasted his seed with an HBO Real Sex special on top of some tower......PLEASE! My God, if that is true.... ok well it is about the funniest and sad thing I can imagine. Maybe I should be thankful I never met him.
Need to go now Mom, keep an eye on me, I think I am destined for great things. Even if I am TV show run amok! LMAO.......

Your "spawn of the cable guys tainted seed" son
Chris

PS Now I know why you quit drinking!