Ex_Libris

I'm wondering, is there a good thread or resource or could anyone direct me to a good RP SG?

Because I really want to find one, I love this game so much and being able to roleplay with other RPers would make it that much better.

The man in combat armor fired a slug at the thug that whacked him with the sledge-hammer. The heavy lead round hit him square in the chest and sent him flying to land flat on his back, unconscious. The armored man then straightened his back and winced. "Uhhn, that's going to hurt in the morning," he said under his breath.

Then he turned to the feline-like woman who'd given him pointers on firing his M30 Grenade launcher. "Thanks for the tip, uh, 'kitty'?" he said. "But don't forget," he added, shaking his finger at her. "You've got to consider wind direction and velocity too."

Snickering, he looked around for a new target and saw a Hellion with a baseball bat sneaking up on a pale old man. "Oh, no you don't!" he said as he pulled a small round object from his tactical belt and tossed it at the thug. POOF! On impact the ball burst into a mass of sticky webbing, immobilizing the shocked gang member before he could reach the old man. "Benched!"

The old man turned around and instantly realized what had just happened. The armored soldier gave the old man a smile and a nod, saying "You're welcome," and pointed to the web-covered thug and added, "Batter up, pale one. Don't go easy on him."

On Virtue, you're most likely to run into my main guy, Aslan.

I also have a few backups named John Law, Grrrl and Major Tom

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Prometheus park, a on the stone platform where a hero stands over the city Neko purrs lieing on her back. Her Blue Steel esk uniform folded neatly beside her as she sun bathes nude, The combination of her thick tiger fur and the always on all concealing Dark Embraceing field of negative energy protecting her from any indecency laws. Purring the cat girl listens to the quiet water her eyes closed in relaxation.*

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Bloody furries!

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Thrust into Action! Oh Yah!

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hehe, You said "thrust".

Lobe, orange juice dripping from his face and chest, stared aghast at the remains of the destroyed carton in his hand. "Who broke my orange juice?" he asked, a perterbed look settling on his face.

Just then, having had apparently no affect punching him everywhere else, one of the hellions draped on his back (thus protected from the grenade blast) dropped to the ground. Taking the opportunity to wind up while Lobe stood transfixed by the shredded carton, the hellion sucker punched him in the groin.

"Ouch! Hey! That wasn't very nice mister." Lobe looked between his legs to see an astonished hellion, who seemed to be just grasping his predicament as he is grabbed by the front of his jacket. "Crap," the hellion manages as he is hurled around in a circle and launch at his accomplice who just back-attacked the camo-armoured combatant.

I was known as Thevshi on the old boards, where I was involved in numerous role playing threads.

On Virtue I have three characters. My main is Hollow, of the Knights of Paragon. I also have Thevshi and Dee.

Thev

I play on the Virtue server, however I'm going to be making a new character today so I'll let everyone know my name once I've mad him.

I play quite a bit and I'm actively searching for a quality RP group, so if anyone is looking drop me a line.

Very nice! You should take "photos" as well.

"Hey, superfreaks," someone shouted over the din of the battle. Standing on the sidewalk with hands on his hips stood a man decked out in what appeared to be some sort of military combat armor. "Looks like you 'superheroes' got your hands full here," he added, with an obvious emphasis of sarcasm on the word 'superheroes''. Want me to show you how it's done?"

Without waiting for an answer the armored man reached over his shoulder and unslung a fearsome-looking weapon, aimed it at the Damned and his pack of hoodlums, and pulled the trigger. "Catch!" he said as a baseball-sized projectile burst from one of the lower barrels of the gun, leaving a trail of smoke behind before impacting in the middle of the Hellions.

BOOM! The grenade exploded on contact and sent the gang members sprawling. The Hellions were down but not out as they slowly got back to their feet, shaking their heads and looking around to locate what new threat had joined the battle against them. "You missed", said the man in the combat suit, frowning. "That's not gonna look good on your stats pal--oof!"

THWAP! One of the Hellions from the second group had snuck up on the armored man and smacked him across the back with a sledge hammer, sending him flying. "That's gonna cost ya, creampuff, " he said, getting quickly back to his feet but wavering a little. He aimed his weapon at his attacker and pulled the trigger...

OOC: this is gonna be fun.

Oh my shizzle its my nizzle Thedeacon, Whats up brotha Guess who!

I'll give you a hint, last time we talked on forums we were havin a throw down lyrical style

Well, I'm somewhat of a pessimist but it seems to me virtue is as populated as most servers and I don't see anymore roleplaying than on Guardian or any of them.

That reporter thing sounds like fun though, go for it

roflmao *holds two tumbs up while he tries to pick himself up from under his desk*

Artic Cold a.k.a. “AC”

Real Name: Alexander Christopher Coldstone, PhD

Battle Cry: Time to turn up the AC!

Background: Artic Cold's Background

Well since my last post didn't show up for some reason......

Artic Cold a.k.a. “AC”

Real Name: Alexander Christopher Coldstone PhD

Appearance: 6’ 2” 195lbs. Ice Blue hair/eyes

Occupation: Former Chemical Physicist/ Biologist

Battle Cry: Time to turn up the AC!

Background: Dr. “AC” Coldstone always had a thing for the extreme cold climates of the world. Raised by his father, a marine biologist with a penchant for studying the habits of animals surviving in extreme temperatures, Alexander knew he had two passions in his life that would dictate his future. One was his unyielding love for Science. Fascinated and awed by his father’s dedicated work, AC used his youth as a time not to play baseball and cause mischief, but rather to learn about the various effects of chemicals and the biology and anatomy of living things. The other, the raw beauty found in the arctic and antarctic locations of the world. The ice, the snow capped mountains, the amazing thriving of creatures surviving in temperature that would cripple or kill a normal man. All these things were burned into the psyche of Alexander. So much so, that he grew up in the image of his father, a scientist by his own right.

After completing his PhD, Dr. Coldstone quickly got himself a grant from an old friend of his father’s. Alexander made his way back to the arctic in an attempt to complete his life’s goal: to create a compound that would work with the human anatomy to allow them to survive extreme cold temperatures. No longer would people need to die of hypothermia, with his research he would allow for the exploration of the largest landmass on the planet as well as incorporating it into Marine research. People could live comfortably in cold temperatures; tons of power and oil would be saved since no one would ever need a heater again! Unfortunately his research took time…too much time for some individuals. With a deadline on his grant money coming to a close, and not enough “advances” to justify an extension, Dr. Coldstone was desperate. Working in less than pristine laboratories and neglecting safety for speed, Alexander worked for days on end. At last on his final day of funding, Dr. Coldstone finally succeeded! Preliminary testing on lab animals and human tissue proved positive, so with one giant leap of fate, AC injected himself with his formula.

Unfortunately, the consequences were dire. Something terrible happened when the formula mixed with his blood. At first it seemed like it was a success! Stepping out into the cold or the Artic, he felt fine. His body temperature remained at a steady room temperature, and Dr. Coldstone was elated. But then everything turned worse. His body soon went through some changes, his hair and eyes turned ice blue and he found that he could alter the temperature around him, making the air around him colder simply by thinking it.

Realizing that his experiment was a failure, Dr. Coldstone left the Artic and headed to Paragon City. Bankrupt and without purpose, AC hopes he can take his new “role” as a superhero to gain the notoriety and money to continue his research; hopefully finding a cure for his condition one day, as well as reaching his goal of helping society with his dream.

Oh great now everybody that sits near me at work is wondering what I am chuckling about.

Had to turn away several times so I didn't litterally roll on the floor laughing!

Thanks for the laugh!

Name: Verbot

Background: Once the VR-Bot Mk. I, a Crey Industries experiment in trying to use Rikti technology to bypass lightspeed limits for transportation and information gathering needs, Verbot is now an unknown element. Something went teribly wrong in the first live trial of his programming, and while he did indeed exit this world, he appears to have translated into the Netherworld instead of into alternate spacial realities. While this still allowed for rapid relocation, the conditions in the Netherworld had not been planned for, and somehow a lost soul stuck on the fringed managed to become integrated in the VR-Bot Mk. I's AI core, granting him self awareness and throwing his programming into chaos.

The Newly self named "Verbot" drawing upon the sounds of his old designation and a hazy memory of speaking german from the soul within him manifested in Atlas Park dazed, drained, and unaware of how to execute most of his internal programming. Verbot vowed to learn to control the vast array of powers he knew were trapped within his digital mind, and to help the citizens of the city while so doing.

Battle Cry: Aberant Functions; Desist.

The F10 key automatically emits your battlecry, and does an emote, too.

Name The Archduke

Background: Conrad Augustus Whilhelm von Runstedt, son of a wealthy German immigrant, discovered his amazing heritage while fighting fifth columnists. Born into a Prussian aristocratic family, he was called upon by a great ancestral spirit, Otto the Great, in a vision one night. Otto was a long dead Holy Roman Emperor who inherited the mighty Spear of Destiny from his Great grandfather Charlemagne. Otto blessed him with the Spearhead, charging him to uphold the honor of the family Von Runstedt, and his ancestors who were Kings, Emperors, mighty warriors, etc.

Conrad trained hard with his skills, special family armor, and his most sacred weapon- The Sword "Eisenwulff". The Ancient sword was once used by another ancestor, Conrad the Red, one of the unsung heroes of the Holy Roman Empire in the 10th Century A.D. He struggles to make a name for himself, and to bring terror to evildoers everywhere. He is young and inexperienced, but a fast learner.

Warcry: Die Macht Ze Mit Der!!

Not a single person I've played with knows that virtue is "the roleplaying server"

I'm only on it because on sunday it was the only server I could get on at all around 1 pm.

I'm not much of a stickler anyway. To me nearly everyone in these games does roleplay, especially in a semi-modern day one like COH. The only stuff I call really not roleplaying is if "treeman" says, "Sec I am trying to play my playstation two at the same time, in real life. "

One thing I don't get about people who call themselves roleplayers, what the heck is the point of saying that then going about going:

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If you are going to clarify when you are or aren't, either in game or on a message board, its pointless since I see people do both in the same amounts without clarifying it. Makes zero difference to me if treeman mostly roleplays then mentions his dog or mostly roleplays then says something (ooc) about his dog.

In fact, since I'm on virtue, I'm going to make it a point to call anyone I see do that out. "What do you mean by this OOC, fellow super hero!???"

Mr. Mister?! i was Bulk!!!! coolness.. i'm in justice server right now as FA1CE.. i'm a level 6 controller right now... hope to see you around!!!!

Ok... This is nice to know about. Ill be in the Virtue server eather today or tomorrow. I have RPed about 6 years now and im still loving it. I'll try to make a good char with great history and so on, to this server. Dont know what named heroe yet so ill just post the name in here so that you other RPers can use telepathy to contact me

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ooc: clarification please. Some of us are already "here" having played in the preview. Do you want us to go "back in time" and write that?

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ooc: ehm...nobody expects you to write this as it's happening. You don't have to go back in time to write about how it happened, or make up how it happened. anyways, no time to post in here now, maybe later.

Lobe, having recovered from the sudden appearance of multiple costumed figures and their flurry of conversation, leaps into the middle of the fray. Immediately assaulted by multiple enemies, he completely ignores them as he walks up to the battling Sly Fox. With 2 villains literally hanging off of his arms, Lobe taps Sly Fox on the shoulder.

"Umm... Excuse me mister Fox. But this has pulp in it and I don't like pulp. Thank you though."

Flashback 29 years….

Pregasauras Rex: You will not defeat me! My slippery lactation and raging hormones will slow you down!

The Amazonian: Ha! Have a taste of my biting feet o’ doom, bish!

Thedeacon (inside Pregasaurus Rex’ womb): WTF!

Back to present day….

Officer Jenny: Dude…

Thedeacon: Waitasec, I just realized something. Why is it that you run away from the Hellion Thugs, yet you arrest me for helping the old lady?

Officer Jenny: Because you’re a hero and those guys would have shot me.

Thedeacon: Well how do you know I won’t use my fire powers on you?

Officer Jenny: Because the villain expansion pack is months away. No more stalling, it’s time to take you to a place where dropping the soap results in a backdoor team-up with a guy named Bubba.

Thedeacon: San Francisco? Look, let me finish this mission and I’ll happily come to jail with you. From the first time we met, you struck me as one of those freaky chicks that like to put men in handcuffs.

Officer Jenny: Of course I am. I’m a police officer.

Thedeacon: I think it’s called package envy (adjusts his package once more)

Officer Jenny: Is that Hanes, Deacon?

Thedeacon: No….no it’s not. It’s a big Deac and you’d do well to recognize, bish. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a mission to complete. Up, up and awaaaaay!

Thedeacon points to the sky once more and hovers three feet above the ground. Officer Jenny grabs his boot and tugs him back to the ground.

Officer Jenny: alright mister, I’ll let you finish you’re mission. Seeing as all gang members look alike, I don’t think anyone will notice a few of them missing.

Thedeacon: Look alike? Hey, is that racial profiling?

Later that day………

Hellion Thug: Y’know Hellion Thug, I’m just not sure about this ‘crime’ thing anymore. I mean sure, the pay is great, but it’s just not rewarding to the soul.

Hellion Thug: True dat. Last night I sold 16 pounds of crack, but I just didn’t get that feeling of accomplishment like back in the beginning.

Hellion Thug: Ah, the beginning. Those were the days, weren’t they, Hellion Thug? You with your baseball bat and I with my gun.

Hellion Thug (smiles): Two rebels without a cause. Hellion Thug, I think it’s time to turn over a new leaf.

Hellion Thug: you’re right, Hellion Thug. I think we need Jesus.

Hellion Thug: Sounds like a plan to me. Hey, y’know what? The day suddenly seems a little brighter. Let’s give our drugs away to a homeless person and bless them like our day has been blessed. And then we’ll help an old lady across the street….We won’t even push her in traffic this time.

Hellion Thug turns away shamefacedly, wiping away at his eyes. Hellion Thug turns to Hellion Thug and puts a comforting arm around him

Hellion Thug: There, there now. No need to cry. It’s going to be okay, Hellion Thug.

Hellion Thug: I wasn’t always a bad guy. I was a middle child. My mother never really had time for me and my father ran away with a mutant blaster when I was four. I guess my mother just couldn’t compare with a blue woman covered in spikes with seventeen breasts.

Hellion Thug: I’ve seen your mother. She compares.

Hellion Thug: You’re just saying that.

Hellion Thug: No, I really mean it. Full, pouty lips with bedroom eyes and a tight backside. Oh yes, you’re mother definitely compares.

Hellion Thug: I miss the days when she bathed me.

Hellion Thug: That’s the spirit, Hellion Thug! I think we should do some volunteer work too. Make up for the pain we’ve caused others and start anew with our lives, learning from the mistakes of our youth. How does that sound, Hellion Thug? Hellion Th—

Hellion Thug turns to see his compatriot smoldering on the pavement. Suddenly the world grows hot and not in the “I’m watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer alone and with a jar of mayo” kind of way.

Thedeacon: See, Officer Jenny? As soon as the smoke dissipates, the cop bots will whisk them away to jail and we will have done our part to keep the fine streets of Paragon City safe! And after we “arrest” four more Hellions, I’ll introduce you to Cynthia Contact. She has a crush on me y’know, but don’t be jealous….I can sleep with you both.

Officer Jenny: Deacon, not to point out the obvious or anything, but those guys weren’t actually committing a crime. They were just walking down the street.

Thedeacon (giving Officer Jenny a friendly pat on the back): But that’s where you’re wrong, dear Jenny. You can’t wait for villains to rip the tags off of mattresses or return library books late before you take action with a 5,000 degree mutant flamethrower. The best defense is a great offence. If you think they may commit a crime sometime in the near or distant future, destroy them and their homelands and round the rest up into concentration camps. That’s what George W. Bush would say!

Thedeacon is suddenly struck in the back by a giant smoking skeletal head. Out of the shadows steps a thin man with a painted face, garbed in black.

Officer Jenny: Wait, that’s a member of the Skulls gang! But they hate the Hellions!

Bone Daddy: Someone been sayin’ you dun killin’ off them there Hellions, mon ami. Makin’ ol’ Bone Daddy look bad. Time to show you why they call me “Bone Daddy”.

Thedeacon (rising to his feet): Bone…..Daddy? Either it involves pornographic movies and years of therapy or a guest spot on Jerry Springer. Either way, it’s time for TEH FOOTNESS. Flame on!

To be continued in chapter 2, entitled “Connecting to my lost inner mapserver child)………