Ex_Libris

Only if there is a full moon

Did the sleeper do a monkey dance?

ok, fair enough. So something like this ? but I'll have to add more detail..because the descreption kinda counts on you thinking super saiyan.

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Growing up in Paragon city has not been easy for Mawne. His foster parents never understood his wild stories about his real family. Stories of amazing powers and unbelievable beings. They passed it off as a childs imagination and left him to it. Regardless, they loved him as thier own son, and he came to feel the same about them. AS the boy grew older, even he began to doubt his memories. By the time he reached his teens, those memories became the faintest glimmer, only appearing in an occasional dream.

Mawne was nearing manhood when the aliens invaded Paragon city. He was at school when the attacks began, and not permitted to leave until authorities deemed it safe. When he finally returned to his nieborhood, he found it completely leveled. His own home reduced to a pile of burnt rubble. Gangs had taken advantage of the confusion caused by the invasion, pillaging and burning entire sections of the city. Stumbling through the wreckage, he found his foster parents bodies in the rubble.

Ashes and soot billowed into the air as he fell to his knees. His tears collected the grime as they rolled down his face. The torrent of emotions threatened to consume him as his entire body trembled. Blood dripped from his fists as his fingernails cut into his palms. An eternity of pain passed in his mind as he struggled to control his emotions. He grit his teeth and growled. He had to maintain his sanity. He couldnt let go. He had to focus. Pain and anger combined as he slamned his fist into the ground with a scream of rage. The foundation of his house shattered, the damn burst. A wave of energy blasted outward from his body, blasting away all the ash, pushing it in an ever increasing dome around him until it reached the edges of his nieborhood. His mind was completely clear as the golden fire enveloped him. It pulsated through his viens, through his soul. As he rose to his feet, the very air about him crackled and sparked. The sleeper had awakened.

you're right, that didnt make much sense, I had that there because originally I had two made up names for the parents...but then threw in Trunks and Pan as I wrote it. Still not sure if I should use made up names or not..

Born to wealthy and affluent parents, Kerry Langston led a very privileged life. From nursery school to college he had the fortune of attending the best schools money could buy. The son of a Senator, Kerry grew up accustomed to only the best in life. Early in his life he was diagnosed as a gifted child. Academic studies were a breeze for Kerry. Perhaps due to this lack of educational challenges, he eventually fell in with the wrong crowd.
By the end of high school, Kerry was partying excessively and frequenting the rougher neighbor hoods of Paragon City. A vastly different area than the sheltered, wealthy suburbs he was used to. It was then that he discovered sex, drugs and rock'n'roll. He also began running with a local street gang, where he took the nickname KAOS. graffiti and violence were his hobbies of choice. On numerous occasions Kerry's father, Randall Langston, had to use his influence to keep his son out of jail. Hoping to reform him, Kerry was sent to a boarding school, St. Augustus Prime. Here he seemed to turn his life around for the better. However this was not to last.
After graduation, Kerry spent the summer in Washington D.C. Interning for a friend of his fathers before venturing off to college. That fall he attended Paramor University, an elite ivy league school. By the end of his second year, not even daddy's money could keep him enrolled at Paramor. His grades were abysmal and his attitude even worse. His father still insisted he receive a college degree, so the following fall he enrolled at Paragon University, on the outskirts of Paragon City.
Rapidly Kerry fell back into old habits. Soon he was spending thousands of dollars a month on girls and drugs. School was distant daydream compared to the non-stop party he was living. Yet even in this haze, he managed to accumulate enough credits to graduate in only 6 years. Kerry, now 26, was finally going to finish school.
A few weeks before graduation he fell badly ill and was rushed to the hospital. There he was diagnosed with a fatal illness from years of drug abuse. His mother, Angelique, was the only member of his family to visit him. Neither his father or his two younger sisters, Keira and Kendall, came to see him. Late one night lying awake in his hospital bed feeling his life slip from him a strange thing began to happen. Eerie green splotches, swirls and patterns began to appear underneath his skin. Rapidly accompanied by an unrelenting pain.
Writhing violently in his bed he vomited radioactive toxins that disintegrated parts of his jawbone. Hot nuclear powered fire coursed thru his veins. Finally erupting out of his eye sockets. The patient next to him in the hospital room was killed instantly by the force of the blast. Weak and in pain, Kerry began to crawl from the room. An orderly, alarmed by the noise, walked in on the scene. Without thinking Kerry lashed out with his mind, killing the man. By now his conscience was in a dream like state. He remembers very little about the next few days, save for the fact he awoke in an alley in one of the hazard zones of Paragon City.
Scavenging the area around him he found a recent newspaper. What he saw shocked him. The headline read “Local Senator's Son Killed in Bizarre Hospital Attack”. Frantic he felt at his aching face. Could this be? Was this strange creature he felt really him? Desperate, he sought out a mirror in a nearby abandoned building. Kerry was appalled by what he saw. Once beautiful brown hair was now bright green. The right side of his face was something from a bad horror movie, and his eyes glowed a strange shade of green. On the positive side he no longer felt the effects of the disease. But never again could he return to his home.
Looting a sporting goods store, Kerry found new clothes and accessories that hid his deformities. Next he found an abandoned loft near Kings Row. Here he set up a temporary “home”. Weeks followed as he practiced controlling the new and frightening powers that had manifested within him. Yet how could he ever face the world as a dead man? Now he needed a new identity. He was now cursed by these strange abilities. Adopting his old nickname, KAOS, he tried blend in with a local gang. But had little success. What was he to do?
Early one morning while graffitting his loft the answer came to him. Borrowing from his past and his present, CURS3D K40S was born. Kerry Langston was truly dead. Now he uses his powers to fight crime, as more a way of punishing himself than helping others. He still enjoys painting and reading, and has turned his abandoned loft into quite the artist's studio. Perhaps someday he will find the peace of mind he so desperately seeks. Until then he will suffer his fate with quiet resignation.
Recently he has formed Sanity's Edge, a supergroup. With it he hopes to find and help others like him. By leading others he hopes to find the path to salvation. The path that has eluded him for so many long years.

CURS3D K40S
Mutant / Controller
Virtue

This is the Bio for my new Natural Blaster on Justice server. Mawne


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The Lost Saiyan Prince: Mawne

The marriage of Trunks and Pan marked an end to the rivalry of the houses of Goku and Vegeta. Thier firstborn son, Mawne, became the undisputed prince of the saiyan race. The happiness of the newly joined family was short lived however, as Mawne vanished without a trace at the age of five. Niether the dragonballs nor the great Kais could locate the missing boy. Unnoticed by the family as they frantically searched for the missing prince, a great evil is slowly consuming the universe. It was this evil being, knowing how powerful the boy could become, that locked him away in an unknown dimension.

Growing up in Paragon city has not been easy for Mawne. His foster parents never understood his wild stories about his real family. Stories of amazing powers and unbelievable beings. They passed it off as a childs imagination and left him to it. Regardless, they loved him as thier own son, and he came to feel the same about them. AS the boy grew older, even he began to doubt his memories. By the time he reached his teens, those memories became the faintest glimmer, only appearing in an occasional dream.

Mawne was nearing manhood when the aliens invaded Paragon city. He was at school when the attacks began, and not permitted to leave until authorities deemed it safe. When he finally returned to his nieborhood, he found it completely leveled. His own home reduced to a pile of burnt rubble. Gangs had taken advantage of the confusion caused by the invasion, pillaging and burning entire sections of the city. Stumbling through the wreckage, he found his foster parents bodies in the rubble.

Ashes and soot billowed into the air as he fell to his knees. His tears collected the grime as they rolled down his face. The torrent of emotions threatened to consume him as his entire body trembled. Blood dripped from his fists as his fingernails cut into his palms. An eternity of pain passed in his mind as he struggled to control his emotions. He grit his teeth and growled. He had to maintain his sanity. He couldnt let go. He had to focus. Pain and anger combined as he slamned his fist into the ground with a scream of rage. The foundation of his house shattered, the damn burst. A wave of energy blasted outward from his body, blasting away all the ash, pushing it in an ever increasing dome around him until it reached the edges of his nieborhood. His mind was completely clear as the golden fire enveloped him. It pulsated through his viens, through his soul. As he rose to his feet, the very air about him crackled and sparked. The sleeper had awakened, the lost saiyan prince was reborn.

I have (sadly) been on Virtue most of the day, spending a significant amount of time in the following zones: Atlas Park, Galaxy City, Kings Row, Perez Park, Steel Canyon, and Skyway City.

Not once did I notice any kind of rubber-banding or lag issues, nor did I see any complaints from anyone in my group. I'm honestly surprised to come on here and see comments regarding lag or overpopulation. Why does everyone keep saying the server is overpopulated? I never see abnormal crowds, more than a few instances of certain zones, or have problems finding villains to get smacked around by. Nor was I ever disconnected from the game.

If the server was having problems, I'd expect everyone to be having problems. When only certain people are having problems, doesn't that make you wonder if maybe the problem is elsewhere?

Please don’t take any of this as a slam. It’s just that I feel that some people are waiting for performance issues to correct themselves, and I can’t help but get the feeling you’re setting yourself up to be disappointed. For the sake of argument, consider for a moment that the problems are not on Cryptic’s end. What exactly are you expecting them to do to make the problems you’re seeing go away? Lean on your ISP to get them to check their service? Convince hackers to stop writing worms that kill net performance?

Youre a lucky man then, i RP wherever i go to hear nothin but afk, wife says i gotta do this an that, I have truly oonly ever met 1 other RPer on Virtue which is truly sad!

Exactly!

Personally, I think they should have realized that there would be a huge RP crowd for this game and made at least ONE official RP server...ah well, maybe later.

Dr. Elmore Harrison walked through the halls of Exarch Industries' reseach laboratories. He had received a strange message from the head of the robotics department, especially since Hank rarely showed the kind of emotion he had.

Hank Pritchard sat in the isolated lab, grinning like a cheshire cat. Today would be one of the greatest days that Exarch industries would have. Once the other were assembled, he would show them the newest development of his division. There were still some bugs with the design, but those could be worked out eventually. The prototype was ready to be sent out and used to combat the evils of Paragon City as it was, and that was just what it was going to do.

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As the group assembled, Hank stood before them and smiled. He shook hands with several of the more important people in the crowd, and acknowledge everyone as they entered. When all were seated in front of the giant viewscreen, the head of the robotics department cleared his throat and began his speech.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I have asked you here for a very momentus unvieling. As you know, we have been working on a new project for the past three years. We have kept everyone in the dark for security reasons, but now is the time to shed light upon the future." He smiled, relishing the feeling of a captured audience. He nodded slightly, and the screen behind him flickered to life.

"This is our newest proto-type of our combat model. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you... Terax" On the screen, a well armored robot appears. It is completely white, and looks more like a computer model than a real robot. Several schematic references scroll next to it, as it rotates on a vertical axis. "You will note nothing of difference from the basic model, but I ask you to bear with me. This model is extremely more versitile than any other model we have designed. Watch as we demonstrate what I am speaking of."

Suddenlly, the screen changes to another view of the robot. This looks like a video as opposed to a static model. In the distance, a voice can be heard. "Activate Terax" The eyes of the white robot flare to life, and it begins to move of its own accord. The movements are fluid, almost lifelike. Another voice sounds off. "Terax, begin Alpha phase."

The robot nods and speaks in a metallic voice. "Terax Alpha, EVOLVE!" Suddenly, throw its hands to the sides, and is enveloped in a white light. The light fades, revealing that the robot has disappeared. A minute later, the robot materializes in another flash of light, several feet from it's original position. It is now white with red markings, and it shifts into a martial arts stance. It moves through a series of stances and swift kicks, aiming for targets that randomly pop from the ceiling and walls. It moves quickly, sometimes seeming to shift positions instantly as it strikes yet another target.

Hank smiles as he continues his speech. "This is the Alpha mode. Terax has five modes, and we will cover those as they are shown. Terax Alpha is programed in the martial arts, and uses internal energies to augment its speed and reflexes. This is a pure fighting machine folks."

The camera shifts on the screen again. "Terax Beta, EVOLVE!" Again, the screen fills with the light ad moments later, Terax reappears shifted slightly from its original position. This time, the markings on the robot are blue. It begans to glow with an eerie light, as it rises off the floor slightly. Its eyes seem to scan back and forth as it searches for hidden targets, then quickly releases a blast of energy from its palms. "Terax Beta is a tactical design that uses the radiation of its internal power supply as a weapon. This also lets it power the flight unit within its boots. This design is useful in helping to direct groups to do the most good in the field."

Another shift, and Terax now has yellow markings. "This is Terax Gamma." Terax lifts off the ground quickly, and fires off a series of electrical blast from it's palms. "Pure damage dealing is this form's speciality. It has the power of flight as well, although it is based on the Tesla models for storing and using electrical power."

Another shift, this one with black markings. "Terax Delta. This one is the one I think is most revolutionary. Keep a close eye on it." Suddenly, Terax has moved to the other side of the room then back again. Suddenly, a machine gun opens fire from one side of the room. Terax throws it's arms out to the side, and the bullets are reflected away from it. Extending a hand towards the weapon, it close it's fingers as if gripping a ball. The machine gun begins to fold into a neat, round ball. "Terax Delta uses gravity well generators and black hole theory to manipulate gravity. It can crush items with a thought, teleport itself over great distances and project forcefields to protect itself and others."

A final shift, and Terax is marked in green. "Terax Epsilon. A pure tank." Terax is show as a large caliber rifle is fired into it, the shell exploding harmlessly against the robot. The robot then steps towards the weapon and rips it from the wall, bending it into a 'u' shape. "As I said, a pure tank. This form also incorporates the ability to jump away from danger, or simply to jump to the top of a building, thus bypassing a tedious run."

Hank looked out over the audience. Most of them sat with open mouths, some had looks of suspicion on their faces. "There are only a few problems with the design, but they are negligable compared to the value of the robot. As you may have noticed, each change takes a minute or so to accomplish. Thus, changing in combat is not a viable tactic at this time. Also, there seems to be a locational shift that occurs with each change. The shifts were minor during our taping, but that was because of the room the demonstrations were filmed. Once it is sent out into Paragon City, these shifts may cause it to be relocated in any part of the city. However, I feel that it is time to send Terax into the field for a test run, so to speak. If this test proves succesful, we will be able to begin production of the Terax model." He smiled again, and spoke for the last time. "Are there any questions?"

It's been suggested several times already, and no one really seemed to like the idea (in fact it pretty much got rejected...). This is the problem when gaming companies don't have the foresight to go ahead and label a few servers the "official" role playing server. Most people that come to play MMORPG's don't want to or care to RP, just play. Unfortunately hindsight is 20/20.

It would have been easier if they went ahead and said "Okay, server X and Y are the official roleplaying servers" instead of scattering those that want to roleplay to the winds. There are a lot of people that never go to forums to even check for such a thing.

7. See about hitchin a ride.

Name: The Retaliator
Realname: Althius Baal
Gender: Male
Age : 32
Height: 6’4”
Weight: 267lb
Origin: Technology
Archetype: Blaster
Primary Power: Assault Rifle
Secondary Power: Devices
Server: Virtue

Originally for England Althius Baal was a scientist and inventor for many years, working on many non-lethal weapons and trapping devices for the government. Being the inventor of these tools, he knew how to use them, and how to use them well. He spent lots of time testing the weapons himself to make sure that they were the best possible for the peacekeeping forces of the world. In order to test some of his more bulky equipment like the Multi-Purpose Assault Gun and the Mark VI Combat Armor he had to train and become fit and strong, and learnt several combats styles and to agile and flexible.

At the start of the Rikti invasion Althius was enlisted by the army to fight in the upcoming war and ended up being posted to Paragon City to protect the citizen and to repel all Rikti attack. It was at the end of the war when Althius stumbled across some trouble. He was on his way back to the barracks when he turned a corner in Kings Row and walked into the middle of around 12 Skulls. Unsure what to do Althius was quickly caught off guard and was hit in the chest with a sledgehammer, breaking his rips and puncturing a lung. The Skulls took a couple more shots at him before they left him for dead and walked away laughing. It was then that a hero named The Neo Communist found him and took him to the local hospital.

Althius spent many months in the hospital before he could get back to real life, but the war was over and he had to return to England. Althius had no desire to return to England and, all he had on his mind was revenge. Taking a job for a small research company Althius began to continue his research and development of weapon to stop crime, but this time stayed away from non-lethal weapon and more at the destructive kind.

After a year working there he had made several inventions but was getting to eager for revenge. So Althius starts to work on a costume. Making his armor out of a metal polymer as flexible as cloth but as strong as Kevlar. His mask was made of the same material, with infrared goggles to see in the dark. Using his gadgets and his Multi-Purpose Assault Gun he was equipped for battle. He had decided on a name the day he woke in the hospital… The Retaliator, know all he needed was a symbol. The only symbol in his head was that of the Skulls, so he decided he would us that, so that would be the last thing in there mind when he it was his turn to get revenge.

Althius is still out to stop the Skulls, but know there are even more gangs in Paragon City, and he hunts then down with as much hatred as that he has for the Skulls. Now part of the supergroup Gunstar Heros with The Neo Communist he strives to protect Paragon City with as much force as possible.


The Retaliator Profile @ www.creyindustries.com

Heya here. I play five characters on virtue (2 seriously) and RP them all.

Characters: <ul type="square">[*]Shade - Mutation Defender - Dark Miasma/Dark Blast - Member of NIGHTBREED[*]Cue Ball - Natural Scrapper - Martial Arts/Regeneration - Founder of The REGULARS[*]The Fallout Fiend - Science Defender - Radiation Emission/Radiation Blast[*]Nova Flux - Technology Blaster - Energy Blast/ Energy Control[*]Kuroko - Magic Scrapper - Katana/Invulnerability[/list]
hope to see you all in game.

I don't know if the problems I'm having with Virtue are the same as anyone else's (warping backwards and lag) but I suggest an alternate RP server for those that don't want to deal with Virtue's overpopulation.

I knew this was going to happen. Lots of RPers in this game and I knew one server wouldn't be enough + all the other people that joined it.

Name: John Blade

Background (prolonged version):
John Blade yawned and looked at his watch. 8 AM. Just eight more hours before he would retire from the force. It was going to be a slow last day – just some paperwork to finish, and then he would spend the rest of his time as a sergeant walking the headquarters, bidding farewell to his old friends. John could easily have risen to a higher rank in the force, but he refused every offer of promotion. He enjoyed being out in the street, interacting with the citizens and using his own special “hands on” approach to police work. There had been some charges of policy brutality, but mysteriously all paperwork regarding the incidents had mysteriously been lost. Blade’s outstanding record of solved crimes and villains but behind bars far outweighed such trifle matters.

He rubbed his eyes – he was still feeling a bit sleepy – and then opened the office door.

“Surprise!”

Not that it was much of one, really. After 35 years, you expect a surprise party on the day of your retirement. All of his colleagues were standing behind a desk, upon which a cake with a number of burning candles – 35, Blade assumed – sat. Strung between the office walls was a banderole with the text “Farewell to the finest of Paragon City’s finest!” That was the nickname they had given him. John smiled at the crowd, and tried to look startled.

“A surprise party? I would never have guessed!”

The rest of the day went pretty much as he had expected. After eating the cake and assuring everyone of his appreciation of the retirement gift (the proverbial gold watch), he finished the last of the paperwork and then went the round and said his goodbyes. And then he left for home, where his wife and two children waited.

Ah yes, his wife. Just thinking about her put a wide grin on John’s face. Miranda was the best thing that had ever happened to him. Before he met her, he had been a trouble-maker, always looking for fights. But her gentle spirit and strong love for him had changed him. He was a better man because of her, and for that he would always thank and love her. And the kids, the twins, two year old Sandy and Maria, they were angels. When he looked at their faces, John knew that that his life had meaning. And from this day on, he’d devote all his time to them. No more would Miranda have to worry about if he was going to come home from work. From now on, he was theirs. Utterly and completely.

He parked his car at the driveway of their suburban home, and walked up to the door. The scene that he saw when he opened it gave him the biggest chock of his life and left him stunned. On the floor of the hall lay the body of his way and children, and John knew instantly that they were all dead. Suddenly someone grabbed him from behind, and got him in a tight grip, making it impossible for him to move.

“Happy retirement day”, someone whispered into his ear. “This is a little present from our boss. He has so admired your work, and felt he just HAD you something for all your hard work.”

John tried to think. Who could’ve done this? The options were endless – during his day in the force he had toppled the schemes of many very powerful villains, and the person responsible for this could be any one of them.

“Don’t worry”, the voice continued, “we won’t kill you. Were would the point be in that? If we did, you would never be able to fully appreciate our gift. However, we are going to make sure that you will live the rest of your miserable life in pain.”

And that was the last thing John Blade heard before the great darkness of unconsciousness fell upon him.


Eventually that darkness faded away, only to give place for a slightly less compact darkness. John was conscious, but couldn’t see a thing. And he was in pain. His whole body felt like it was burning, but the most intense pain he felt in his eyes and right arm.

“Where am I”, he croaked. And then he remembers what had happened to his wife and children. “Oh dear God no… Miranda…”

“Ah, I see that you’re awake, John! Excellent”, a familiar voice said. It was Matt, one of John’s friends in the military. “You’re on a military base a few miles outside of Paragon. And you’re damn lucky that I found you when I did. Just a few minutes more, and you would’ve bled to death.” Matt paused for a moment, and when he spoke again his voice was filled with sadness and compassion. “I’m so sorry about Mir and the kids, John. I truly am.”

“Yeah, so am I”, John replied weakly. “So, what am I doing here? And why can’t I see anything.”

Matt cleared his throat. “Well, I came to your house on the night of your retirement. I had bought a bottle of champagne and thought we could celebrate your discharge from the force. Anyway, I found you and your family lying on the floor of the hall. God damn it, it was the most horrible thing I’ve ever seen. They had gouged your eyes out, John. That’s why you can’t see. Not only that, they cut off your right arm as well. You don’t remember any of this?”

For a long while, Blade said nothing. Then, in a trembling voice: “No, I must’ve passed out from the pain, and my brain is blocking the memories. I must say I’m thankful for it. So why am I on this military base, and not in a hospital?”

“It’s because we have the best damned doctors in the country on this base, John. If I had taken you to a civilian hospital, you wouldn’t have lived the night.” Matt sighed. “But I have to admit I have an ulterior motive. As you know, I’m working on a secret military project. A project that involves bio-mechanical enhancements of soldiers. We’re almost finished with the development, but we need a test subject…”

“You want to use me as a test subject for your damned project?” John screamed. “My family has just been killed, I’ve had various body parts cut off, and you want to use me as a TEST SUBJECT? [censored] you, Matt!”

“Calm down, John! Please listen to me. It was the only way I could save you. I knew a civilian hospital wouldn’t be able to help you, and the way I could get you here was if I promised the brass that you would agree to be the test subject. This stuff is top secret! If you refuse, they’ll have you killed, and there’s not a God damn thing I can do about it.” Another pause. “Besides, if you want extract revenge on those who did this to you, you will need to be able to see and use your arm. Think about it. It’s the only choice.”

John sighed. “I guess you’re right, Matt. I’m not sure I like this whole set-up, but I will do it.”

Teen weeks later, John Blade once again stood at the front door to his house. He was finally able to use his new arm well, and his brain had adjusted to the new eyes, although he occasionally got splitting headaches. He unlocked the door and half expected to see the bodies of his family on the floor. But they were gone, of course. His old colleagues in the police force had been there and investigated, without being able to find and clues as to who could’ve been the one responsible. So John had decided to take matters into his own hands, and [censored] what the military brass said about him not being allowed to show himself out in the public. With all the other “heroes” roaming the streets of Paragon City, why would people care about a guy with a metallic arm and eyes?

He walked up the stairs, and into his old bedroom. There, in one of the corners, stood a big weapon locker. John walked up to it, unlocked it, and picked up an assault rifle.

And then he walked out of his house, on to the streets of Paragon City, looking for revenge.

Well time to try to get my gf to go back to Virtue I guess...she got fed up with trying to get logged on one night and we moved to liberty. I'm gettin sick of playing with a bunch of people that only treat the game like it's any other MMO though...maybe if I bribe her...

I'm against a move. We're just now starting to establish ourselves on this server and I don't particularly look forward to starting over.

Currently playing The Unbeheld with my SG Spectrum. I always role-play, but be patient, my poor pink alien hasn't learned English yet, though she is known to be persuaded to help out for the right candy bar.

Level 14 Natural Blaster, Wild Card at your service.
Also the escaped Crey XG series androids.
I surprisingly haven't seen too many RPers around
I'll just have to look harder from now on

All those people who just want to do general hunting in Perez Park might be doing themselves a disservice. I asked one of my contacts for her last mission for me but when I saw it was a timed one I passed on it because I couldn't devote the time to it just then. I did general hunting and leveled once and went back to her when I had more time and now she has NO missions. I am now worried that I will miss out on a souvenier because I out-leveled my contact.

The character I've been putting the most time in to is on the Freedom server. His name is 'The Living End.'

I just started a character on the Virtue server by the name of 'Outlaw Bondage' who I'd love to RP.

If any of you want to RP with a guy bent on destroying the hellions, look me up. You may see me around.

Play times: Whenever I get the chance.

I'd love to RP. I just started a character on the Virtue server named 'Outlaw Bondage.' His story is that he was betrayed by the Hellions (he used to be a member). He was blinded in an explosion, and he wanted to quit, but they said 'no quitting' so they took him on a 'job' to Crey industries, beat him, left him there for them to experiment on.

That's just a run down of the story... it's actually in my I.D. in the game, the actual story.

I want Outlaw's arch enemy to be the leader of the Hellions. I don't know who that is, though.

But yeah, if you're on Virtue, I'll RP with you and do stories.

I'm a role-player. My char is Deggilator (Katana/super-reflexes scrapper) and playing on Virtue server.

His bio:
Renraku Corp's cyborg model K-92. Semi-human, semi-machine construct with high-tech AI and partial own will, designed for "crime-solving". One such model has been dispatched to Paragon City for testing purposes under real-life situations.

Name?: Deus Ex
Group?: None presently
Playtimes?: Anytime the mood strikes me, which is often.
Roleplayer?: You better believe it.