Ex_Libris

Rookiee Officer Jenny: No…sir….I meant ‘run’ from the scene of the crime?

Officer Hamsteak: Yeah, run like someone just shoved a snake’s rattle sixteen inches up your backside…..with the snake still attached. (Officer Hamsteak winces, as if recalling some terrible childhood memory).

Rookie Officer Jenny: But aren’t we supposed to stop crime? Isn’t that our job?

Officer Hamsteak: Heh, so young and naïve…and supple….No young lady, our job is to cut down on the rising tide of KrispyKreme donuts and excess mob money that’s plaguing this city. Paragon city is a City of Heroes! The costume defenders shall defend us!

Rookie Officer Jenny: Sir, that’s a load of Mariah Carey songs---

Officer Hamsteak (puts a greasy finger to Jenny’s lips to either hush her mouth or shine her teeth with day old donut glazing): There’ll be no cussing in the station, young lady! Words like “crap” will suffice, no need to speak of washed up pop music stars here. My finger doesn’t smell funny, does it?

Rookie Officer Jenny: Yes, like a horse’s colon.

Officer Hamsteak (sniffs his finger): Nothing strange there. As I was saying, costumed defenders save this city millions in health care for our boys in blue. Why send grossly underpaid officers of the law to die when there are those stupid enough to die for free?

Rookie Officer Jenny: Sir, I don’t understand

After your first police brutality charge or mob payoff, you w---

Rookie Officer Jenny: Thank you, sir. And thank you for not being serious about slapping the taste out of my mouth and beating me with a bag of nickels the next time I interrupted you.

Officer Hamsteak (smiling while slapping a jingling burlap sack in his meaty palm): Oh I was only kidding about beating the *criminals*, Jenny. And you just interrupted me again.

Jenny flashes forward to the present day, absently rubbing a mark on her cheek in the shape of Thomas Jefferson’s profile and does what any police officer does when given the opportunity to solve a real crime and add a bright beacon of hope in a world of corruption and evil….

She runs…...

Hellion Thug: One. Wow, she can really move! You’d think someone just shoved the rattle of a snake sixteen inches up where the sun don’t shine…with the snake still attached. (Hellion Thug smiles warmly, as if recalling a fond childhood memory) Now will you all just shut up? I’ve got it under contr---oh crap. I smell spandex.

Thedeacon (shoving Jenny back onto the ground and nonchalantly sniffing himself as he approaches): I—I don’t smell anything…

Hellion Thug: I smell capes.

Hellion Thug: I smell cowls.

Thedeacon: Wtf? You smell cows?

Hellion Thug: No, no, cowls….like the thing batman wears.

Hellion Thug: Alright, the three of you shoot at him while I run away, making him chase me around the zone until he logs off in disgust.

Hellion Thug: What are you all waiting for? Shoot the *******!

Thedeacon’s fists glow with the intense burn of athlete’s foot, his hands engulfed in the fungal racking and burning that only a doctor prescribed medicine can alleviate (please consult your doctor first. Side effects include headache, nausea, and a tingling sensation)

Hellion Thug: $#@&!

Thedeacon: Hey, watch that language….You french kiss your mother with that mouth?

Hellion Thug: $#@& you, mother $#@&er!

Thedeacon: I should have asked “do you $#@& your mother with that mouth?” Which begs the question: How are we pronouncing “$#@&”?

Hellion Thug: It’s the language filters. You can turn them off if you like.

Thedeacon: Really? How?

Hellion Thug: Ok, look a few feet up in the sky. See the word “menu” floating in the air for no apparent reason? Use that white arrow hanging in the sky to click on it and select options.

Thedeacon: Huh, I never did see that before. Words floating in the air, reminding us all of the importance of reading. All we need is a slightly illiterate kid telling us how proud he is that he just read a fourteen chapter BOOK, a la “Hooked on Phonics ™”.

Hellion Thug: I always thought it was weird how that kid over pronounced the word “book”. Remind me to get him Hooked on Drugs ™ if I ever see him. It worked for me!

Thedeacon (pointing first to his flaming fist and then to the Thug’s guns): Aren’t we forgetting something?

Hellion Thug: Oh yeah…..I smell spandex!

Thedeacon (sniffing himself again): Hmmm, so much for switching to Tide.

Hellion Thug (frowning): That really wasn’t very funny.

Thedeacon: Everyone’s a critic.

Thedeacon clenches his fists and strains and a ring of fire engulfs the four Hellions, instantly burning three of them to a crisp. The fourth, glancing to the left, then to the right, his charred face either frozen in an expression of terror or confused as to why blood plasma tastes so much like corn syrup, decides to make sure his Tivo system is recording the last episode of ‘Friends’ and takes off running.

Thedeacon winds up a pitch and launches a fireball that catches Hellion Thug square in the head. He crumples to the ground, twitching. Three citizens walk by calmly, paying no mind to the smoking corpses.

Elderly Lady (running towards Thedeacon, arms waving with gratitude): You’ve been in Paragon City for three hours.

Thedeacon: Huh?

Elderly Lady: Null. Hero43225

Thedeacon: Well…..um. It was my pleasure, citizen! As long as evil is afoot, Thedeacon’s flaming feet of justice shall save you from evil! I am the heel and arch that supports this fine city. Up, up and awaaaaaay!

Thedeacon leaps into the air, one arm forward……and floats several inches from the ground.

Elderly Lady: What the hell are you doing?

Thedeacon: Isn’t it obvious, slightly senile citizen? I’m flying.

Elderly Lady: Doesn’t flying involve moving?

Thedeacon (looking defeated): I only trained Hover. I’ve been thinking about getting an enhancement though.

Elderly Lady: Superman could fly…..and he had a bigger package too.

Thedeacon (adjusting the rolled up gym sock he stuffed in his leather pants earlier that day) I don’t think so, lady.

Elderly Lady: Superman’s package wasn’t made by Hanes.

Officer Jenny: Thedeacon, you’re under arrest for murder.

Thedeacon (shielding his face): Oh God, not the face! Not the face!

Officer Jenny: What are you on about?

Thedeacon: You’re going to arrest me! What will you use? Fire? Ice? Oooh you look like one of those girls that play with guns. I knew a guy like that once. Made love to his chickens, too. Say, you don’t---

Officer Jenny: Can’t say that I have…and that’s rare for a girl from Wisconsin. Now come with me, murderer.

Thedeacon (shocked): Murderer? Me? I was arresting those criminals!

Officer Jenny: You burned them to death.

Thedeacon: No, I was arresting them! It was my mission.

Officer Jenny: Your mission was to fry them like a Kentucky chicken?

Thedeacon: Actually I prefer Popeye’s. The Colonel went downhill when they renamed all their restaurants “KFC” and got rid of 15 of the 17 herbs and spices. MSG and salt do not a family recipe make. And I was arresting them. There’s a distinct difference.

Officer Jenny: The difference is that arrests are performed with handcuffs and murder is done with….things that kill. Like fire.

Thedeacon: I have no handcuffs. And see? The bodies have already vanished, whisked away to jail by the Cop Bots.

Officer Jenny: I see no Cop Bots. You incinerated them.

Thedeacon: Cop Bots.

Officer Jenny (holding up a badly charred, severed Hellion thug arm): Then explain this.

Thedeacon: Cop Bot…..brutality?

Officer Jenny crosses her arms and glowers at Thedeacon.

Thedeacon: Listen, maybe we can work out a deal. I say we go back to my place and have a team up. My new mattress has been up to an evil plot and I think you and I should conquer it once and for all. You seem a bit uptight and I’m sure walking all day has those pretty feet of yours pretty tired. Maybe I can put them in my mouth and---

Officer Jenny: I’d rather wrap my bare buttcheeks around a twenty foot long razorblade and slide into a pool of iodine.

Thedeacon: I usually wait until the second date to do that….So I’ll pick you up around eight? Wear something open toed…

Officer Jenny: Or I can pour honey over your unmentionables and dip them into a fire ant hill and skip the date.

Thedeacon: That might not be too bad….which unmentionable?

Officer Jenny (looks Thedeacon up and down with distaste): I’d have a hard time choosing.

Thedeacon: You have a vivid imagination…and I’m guessing about a size six shoe.

Officer Jenny: What’s the deal with you and feet anyway?

Thedeacon: It’s where I receive my powers…..I was bitten by a radioactive foot.

Officer Jenny: But you’re a mutant. You were BORN with your powers.

Thedeacon: I was bitten by that radioactive foot at a very young age.

Officer Jenny: How young?

Thedeacon: Prenatally.

Hellion Thug holds a knife menacingly towards a sweet old lady in one hand, while simultaneously pulling the strap on her purple leather purse. Behind him, his four identically dressed compatriots (who coincidentally look exactly like Hellion Thug and are, in fact themselves named Hellion Thug) look on, ready to join in the action. The look on their faces could be called glowering if in fact they were capable of more than one facial expression.

Hellion Thug: We know you don’t wanna die lady, hand over the purse! Don’t make me cut j00!

Hellion Thug (tapping his foot impatiently): Hey boss, this is taking an awful long time. Want some help? You’ve been trying to snatch that purse for what? Forty minutes now…

Hellion Thug: I’ve almost got it.

Hellion Thug: K, but the last episode of “Friends” is on tonight and---

Hellion Thug: I said I’ve got it! Now go back to looking menacing while I assault this fragile elderly woman in broad daylight.

Elderly Lady: Oh you ruffians! Why, in my day I would have taken each of you over my knee and spanked your chiseled buns with my cat o’ nine tails while pouring hot wax over your bare nipples until you screamed “Yes mistress!”

Hellion Thug (loosens his grip slightly): Dude.

Hellion Thug: Dude!

Elderly Lady (pursing her horribly wrinkled and liver spotted lips into a kiss): You boys wouldn’t happen to be free later on, would you?

Hellion Thug: DUDE!

Hellion Thug: Actually, I think I *will* take that help, Hellion Thug. I get by with a little help from my friends, or something.

Hellion Thug: True dat. On my way, bos---

Hellion Thug: No, not YOU, Hellion Thug. I haven’t forgotten about horse tranquilizer incident last week. I still can’t sit down properly. Hellion Thug, gimme a hand here.

Hellion Thug (looking to his left and his right): Me, boss?

Hellion Thug: No, no no. Not YOU, Hellion th—BOB. Get me Bob, damnit!

Elderly Lady (looking hopefully to the sky while heroic music plays softly in the background): Who shall save an old lady from the evil that sexually repressed, sweat drenched hunks of men do? Is there a hero among us, (preferably in skin tight spandex, but I’m not picky) that can hear my moans and save me?

Several hundred yards away…..

A hero clad in red and yellow leather turns his ear to the wind and a serious look comes across his rough hewn face. Evil is afoot in Paragon City, and of the 16,000 heroes within a 3 block radius, only one can save the day…

THEDEACON!

After having been bitten by a radioactive foot, mild-mannered pornographer Peter Willy is imbued with the proportionate speed and strength of a really big foot. After a disgruntled porn actor killed off his box of Uncle Ben’s brand rice, Peter learns that with substandard power comes a poor sense of responsibility

Forty-five minutes later…..

Thedeacon (noisily eating a hot dog in one hand and talking obscenely loud into a Verizon cell phone in his other): And so I said to her, if you just let me touch your smooth, high arched feet, I’ll----

Cynthia Contact: Uh, Thedeacon, shouldn’t you be off fighting crime?

Thedeacon: Oh I am! A growing super hero needs the vitamin goodness that only a half pound of unidentifiable beaks, gizzards and tails squeezed into a pig’s rectum to form a vaguely phallic food item can provide. There’s an old lady getting mugged about a half mile away. I’ll be there before her Viagra wears off.

Cynthia Contact: Women don’t take Viagra.

Thedeacon: My Aunt Frank does----oh. (scrunches his face up and thinks for a moment.) Well that explains what I felt the last time she gave me a hug…..and why I’m enjoying this hot dog so much…..Hey, you won’t tell anyone Aunt Frank, right? I have a reput---hello? Hello?

Cynthia Contact: Go….arrest….hellions.

Thedeacon (grinning and hopping excitedly): Ooooh, is this a MISSION?

Cynthia Contact: Deacon, a woman is slowly being mugged by several identically dressed felons. Go help her!

Thedeacon: Okay, but is this a mission?

Cynthia Contact: Fine, fine, whatever.

Thedeacon: Whatever, what?

Cynthia Contact: It is.

Thedeacon: It is, what?

Cynthia Contact: A mission!

Thedeacon: I’m not convinced it’s a mission yet….I think you just don’t want to talk to me.

Cynthia Contact: I’m not sure what I should be more excited about: Thedeacon forming a coherent thought or the fact that you’re correct. Fine, it’s an official mission. Arrest 10 Hellions gang members in Perez Park.

Thedeacon: Alright, this is what I’ve been waiting for! Time to shed my civilian clothing and (a ripping noise is heard, followed by the terrified screams of a young woman) Waaaaaitasec. I don’t have a civilian alter ego. That would mean….I’m naked aren’t I?

Meanwhile….

Hellion Thug: Boss, you STILL ain’t got the purse?

Hellion Thug: I have to pee…

Hellion Thug: Damnit, I’m missing Friends….

Hellion Thug: Oh crap, boss! The fuzz is here!

A Paragon City Police officer is seen strolling along the street closeby.

Hellion Thug: Since when do we worry about the Paragon Police? Give it five seconds….four….three…..two

Officer Jenny sees the mugging in progress and freezes for a moment, pondering the best method of action. The world briefly shimmers into a flashback sequence where a young Jenny listens eagerly to her commanding officer in the Paragon Police Academy….

Officer Hamsteak (a portly man with a pink face that appears as if he could have a massive coronary at any given moment): ---is a rewarding career. You get to speed and make illegal left turns for no other reason than to piss off citizens when you give them tickets for following your example…..That is, if we police officers used cars….I hear they’ll be added in a future patch. You better wear comfortable shoes, because you’ll be walking an aimless beat for your entire career. Payoffs and bribes make for a wonderful salary bonus and---

Rookie Officer Jenny: But what shall the good officers of Paragon City do if we witness the mugging of an eighty-three year old dominatrix? Hypothetically speaking of course.

Officer Hamsteak (lowering his eyebrows and snarling, a spot of raspberry jelly on the corner of his mouth taking on the appearance of the coagulated blood of some hapless jelly donut creature): Do the same thing I’ll do to you if you interrupt me again…..slap the taste out their mouths and bust them upside the head with a bag of nickels.

Rookie Officer Jenny: !!!!11one

Officer Hamsteak (breaking into a friendly grin and putting a sweaty arm around Jenny in a “friendly uncle that means well, but don’t wear anything too revealing around him and watch for bedroom peepholes” sort of way): Ha ha…heh. I’m funnin’ ya…..Run.

Rookie Officer Jenny, terrified, rises out of her seat

Officer Hamsteak (pushing her back into seat, still smiling): No, no, not you dear. I meant, should you ever see a crime in progress……Run

Rookie Officer Jenny: Run sir?

Officer Hamsteak: No, I took Kaopectate this morning, but I did have a burrito last night….But that’s beside the point.1

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Oh you are a riot Zelgaids! An absolute riot.

teleports a banana cream pie behind his back ready to toss it...

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A banana cream pie eh.......what can I "teleport" to beat that.......THATS IT!....
"Teleports" a monkey behind TheSlyFox's back and gets ready to launch it.

QUICK! Everyone rate him one star to lower his rating! jk

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Premise is either your arrival to Paragon City, or your observations on the sudden influx of new heroes.

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ooc - That second part answers your question. Perhaps you can watch the new people arrive and feel nostalgia at coming in yourself. Who knows...it's your story!

I blame computers. They got me into this whole mess. Not any specific one, well... maybe the one I used to access the 'search-a-career' website which leads me to my last job. Who would've thought the most boring job a kid could find would become so interesting.

Before I get into it let me tell you about myself. My name is Newton Edgar Miles. Unfortunate, isn't it? I'd go by Newt, but that’s even stranger than Newton. My father picked it out; he's some big wig mathematician that wanted me to follow in his footsteps. Word to the wise, never name your kid based on what you want them to become, it always backfires. Anyway, I digress. Digress, you like that one? I was an English major, or would've been; had I not failed composition and quit junior college.

I guess that’s what brought me to the lab technician job I so loathed. Okay, so maybe technician wasn't my title; assistant or better yet, peon was probably better suited. I spent most of my time cataloguing and labeling various insulated grey containers, which I was assured contained viscous, and diabolical chemical compounds.

Right, anyway, on to the interesting parts. Everything changed when the Rikti attacked. How’s that for foreshadowing?

The facility I worked at was one of a hundred other Crey Industries sponsored weapons developers. Not that I'd ever seen anything that even looked like a weapon. The title impressed my friends nonetheless. So it was on a fine day in the middle of Spring when the laboratory was rocked by a massive explosion. At first I thought it was just an experiment on one of the upper levels. You kind of get used to hearing strange noises and feeling the odd explosion in this kind of place.

Nevertheless I took the elevator up to investigate. When I arrived at the second floor the doors opened up to reveal a gaping hole where the experiment-lab had been. These, well, aliens in segmented armor were pouring in through the gap. Now I've seen a Rikti monkey before, and they look quite harmless, but the variation of the species these invaders brought with them were nothing but.

A second explosion snapped me out of the mental lull I'd come under. Minimum wage jobs, even located in a suburb of Paragon City, aren’t generally the staging points for alien invasions. When the elevator hit the first floor I stumbled out into a mob of rushing people. All sorts of scientists I'd only ever seen in passing were crowded around one of the large storage containers, covered in those radiation logos.

"We don't have anyone suitable for the experimental suit," one of the scientists said. "It was only built as a display model."

I pushed my way closer to get a look at what they were talking about. Inside the case was the coolest looking thing I'd ever seen. It was some sort of cybernetic suit, complete with those big boots and gloves you only ever see in old anime. My nose was practically pressed against the glass when I heard the same scientist speak again.

"Newton!" he boomed, as I quickly backed away, afraid I'd upset something.

"Errr, what?" I replied in a voice meant to absolve me of any crime.

"We have this suit, but it wasn't meant to house an adult." said the scientist, who started speaking faster as obvious excitement tinged his voice.

"It’s designed specifically to battle Rikti, we've been working on it for months." he continued.

"Errr...what?" I said again. Now I'm not slow in the head by any means, but when aliens invade your minimum-wage job and scientists are talking too fast to be understood, anyone would be a bit shocked.

The scientist practically yelled this time, "Newton, we need you. Jonas, help him into the suit."

After a few minutes, and a few more explosions from upstairs I was into the suit. Another scientist walked over to me and stuck a syringe into my arm.

"Oww, what the hell?" I said, as he blotted at the rivulet of blood rising from my arm.

"It’s a physical stimulant we've been working on, without it you couldn't operate the suit."

The plan was, I would take this alien-proof suit upstairs and scare off the Rikti invaders. I thought it was a terrible plan, but then again its not every day you get to wear a cool robot suit and save the day, so I agreed.

Moments after I made my decision, while they were unclamping the suit from its supports and activating its systems, there was another massive explosion. This one was much larger, and much more devastating.

The supply room upstairs must have been hit by Rikti fire, as the entire facility seemed to quake and a strong smell of ozone filled the air. The building shook again as yet another explosion rocked it. The fourth was all it could take before the ceiling caved in and everything went dark.

The next thing I remembered was waking up. I opened my eyes and the world was a green mist. At first I thought it was the suit's visor, but when I tried to take a breath I could taste the strange substance in the air. My suit was somehow freed from the container, and I was able to stand up and survey the area. All the scientists were dead, from the collapsed ceiling or the energy weapons carried by the also dead Rikti laying around them. The fallen Rikti each had small glowing pock-marks on their armored suits.

The same glowing substance seemed to cover my gloved hands and slowly I began to remember. I'd been awake, I'd been awake and fighting the Rikti. How was I fighting Rikti? Obviously it had something to do with my hands glowing and the holes in their armor emitting the same glow.

Oh yah, I was fighting the Rikti and one knocked me down. Like I said, I'm not slow, and it only took a second for me to realize there was at least one Rikti still alive. Turning I felt a mailed fist smash into the helmet/visor which covered my face. There he was. The blow sent me reeling back but I kept my feet. The alien reached back over his shoulder and pulled out what had to be the most unnecessarily large bladed weapon in existence, and it was clear what he intended to do with it.

I began backing away and suddenly remembered the whole bit about my gloves glowing. I threw them both forward like I was throwing a chest-pass in basketball. Nothing happened. Maybe there was a battle cry or code-word to my newly acquired powers.

"Allakaz...Shi-" I screamed as the massive Rikti blade glanced off one of my gloved hands, denting the green-hued metal.

I had no idea how these powers worked, and in a few seconds I was going to be killed by an absurdly large weapon. So I did what the next guy would do when confronted with this sort of situation. I started to laugh. It was slow at first, but as I stumbled away from the alien it built into a constant, uncontrollable chuckle. That’s it, part of my brain thought, you've finally lost it.

The world went green again, this time I remembered why. Twin beams shot from my eyes and filtered through my helmets optics system. The beams struck the surprised Rikti in the chest and sent it sprawling to the ground, bearing the same glow of its fallen comrades. I fell back and hit my head hard and the green burst into silver and slowly faded to black.

That’s when I woke up, and that’s when I started dictating this story using my suit's recording function. In case I don’t make it out of here, I want people to know that Newton Edgar Miles was a hero.

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Mentor....Energy X..... Domain.... I know this game.

All we need now is Liberty Lad and Minute Man

I do like it though. Very well written and descriptive.

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You are right Calash. It's the Freedom Force game. I created my character Sheline in Freedom Force almost two years ago and had thought up the energyX/cheetah dna story as explanation of her powers and appearance. I added a bit more and converted it a bit so people who hadn't played that game would still understand the story.

Although RPing can be everywhere IMo it would be a shame if it devolved into small little groups RPing only with each other. That kind of defeats the purpose of a MM game doesnt it?

I have two suggestions i believe in strongly:

(1) RP IN PUBLIC. I've seen too many people boith in game and (by implciation) falling back on team chat to RP. While that may give you a nice insulated RP experience it does nothing to help foster an RP environment as a whole anmd could just as easily be done on any server.

(2) RP ON VIRTUE. Sure you could do team-rp anywhere but again the whole purpsoe of choosing an RP sevrer is to try to get a conentrated enough group of RPers to create and foster RP as the default activity on teh server. if you are spreading yourselves out across all the servers it aint never gonna happen.

~ GodsFire: The Avenging Daemon, 16 yr old SuperHero ~

My 2 cents, YMMV

Project: Rebirth is a RP-friendly group that is always looking for people who enjoy developing the personality and background of their characters. I'm pleased to say that we've gathered a great group of people sofar, and will be recruiting when May comes around (we've got a temporary freeze because of the Beta-to-live transformation.), so if you want a great group of people to RP with, this is your place!

(Note, the EZboards are down for maintenance at the present, so make sure you check back often!)
Project: Rebirth!

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?

RP oriented teams.

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ooc - Hi! Just a few rules. No killing anyone yet, no "My guy can beat up your guy (or girl)" stuff. Other than that, feel free. Premise is either your arrival to Paragon City, or your observations on the sudden influx of new heroes. Oh yeah, I'll post my origin later...I'm still working on it.

Duncan Vryce, who calls himself Shadowen, steps through the gates of Paragon City, glancing around trying to absorb as much as he can about the place. People hustle about from here to there on their own business, mostly keeping their heads down and minding their own business. Out of the corner of his eye he glimpses a man surrounded by a shimmering aura of power leap over a wall, further down the street there was a lady who seemed to be hovering about a 3 feet off the ground reading the newspaper. Shaking his head he mutters, "City of Heroes indeed." With a last look around he sets off, hoping the registry office is down this way.

A few confusing twists and turns later Duncan decides to swallow his pride and ask directions. Spying a police officer across the street he nimbly hops to the top of a bus stop booth and then over the street, landing within feet of the officer. Without much apparent surprise, or interest even, the officer glances up, taking in the gray and black body suit and dark painted eyes. "Hmmm?" says the cop, he sounded bored.

"Err, yes. I'm new here and I..um. Where's the Hero registration office?" Flustered and confused at the complete lack of effect he was having on people around here, Duncan felt like a teen again on his first day at high school. The officer seemed to notice this and smiled to himself.

"You'll get used to it. lad. Tights and flashy powers used to make us look twice, but these days it's like seein another person." The officer said, "Anyway, you'll be wanting to hop on the Yellow line and head over to Atlas Plaza, once yer off there you shouldn't have any trouble finding Ms. Liberty, she's near that big blasted Atlas statue, she'll sort ya out right quick....oh, one thing. Since yer headin that way could ya drop this Blood sample off somewhere for me on yer way?"

A few annoying hours later Duncan is standing in a long line in front of Ms. Liberty. On his way to drop off the blood sample he had run into other officers who had seen fit to hornswaggle him into other various small chores. Sighing to himself again he leans to the side and glanced up the line, trying to see what the hold up was. An incredibly small man...well, something that looked like a man, was waving it's arms gesturing wildly while trying to explain that he had come from another dimension and how dare she imply...yadda yadda yadda. Shadowen looked at his watch thinking, "it's gonna be a long day."

He heard another sound, but still he thought it was his imagination. At the distinct sound of the patter of feet he spun to face his adversary.

But there was nothing.

A blow to the back of his head brought him down, shafts of pain enveloping his body. He realized what a mistake he had made as he plunged into darkness, not knowing what would happen when light returned.

If light returned at all...

>> No one seems inclined to reply right away so I'm going to speed the process up (don't make me right the whole story, people...). Remember: feel free to add onto the story at any time. Plot twists are appreciated if they make sense.


SoKR, continued

"Greetings, Shadowvulture," the man said as he walked over the gravelly surface of the apartment's roof. "Or should I say, Max Donovon?"

"How do you know my names?" the dark hero replied angrily, glaring at the man who knew both his superhero identity and his true identity. The secret he had thought no one knew. The man was dressed in a black suit with grey tassles on the buttons and at the base of the suit jacket. The man's jet black hair was combed straight back, and had been combed and cut recently.

Shadowvulture, as the dark hero was known, wore a tight fitting black suit. Grey sections could be found here and there, and black-painted, small, skeletal wings were added to Shadowvulture's costume near his ears. These wings knew no real purpose, however: Shadowvulture had never known how he had come to fly, nor did he know much of his history.

"I will not tell you my name until I feel that I trust you," the man said. "Since you will not reply, Mr. Donovon, I will simply refer to you as Max."

"If you must call me by my true name, I would prefer just Donovon to Max," Shadowvulture replied.

"Then I shall, Donovon," the man replied. "I have heard that you wish to give up the weak ways of a 'righteous' superhero and come over to the side of truth. Together, you, me, and several others, can become the rulers of Paragon City." The man gestured grandly at the skies of King's Row.

Shadowvulture still did not know whether he wished to fight for good or evil. There were so many advantages and disadvantages to both. "Apart from potentially ruling Paragon City, what benefit is there for me?"

"I correct you, Donovon; we will not potentially rule Paragon City. We WILL rule Paragon City. And as to your other rewards, you will be able to personally execute any adversaries you've had in the past." The man paused. "And I will tell you how you came to be Shadowvulture. I will tell you your past."


>>I've added some names, and some offers. Now I will leave it to the reader to choose whether Shadowvulture goes good or evil. As soon as this has been chosen, more characters can be added in -- on Shadowvulture's team or against him, which ever you choose. Write as much as you want, but don't be too skimpy. Now, start up those creative engines you know you have!

Note: These are the short versions: I have to have deleted the longer ones...


Name: Smoothie

History:
A mild-mannered teenager drank a Slurpy that had been too long in existence one day and felt different afterwards. One thing led to the next, and soon the crazy teenager was fighting crime with psychedelic powers in Paragon City. He says "Psychedelic" after each fight.

War Cry: Psychedelic.


Name: Anticatyclysmo

History:
A Hungarian scientist in World War I came up with a theory about the mass production of war robots for use in war. However, he was killed during the War and his theories were lost. A Nazi scientist in World War II came up with a similar idea, but a repeat situation occurred. Russian scientists in the seventies came up with yet another idea for such a use of war robots but they were killed in an unfortunate accident. A scientist in Korea, known only as Yung, recently got his hands on all three of these theories and began to implement them in order to create an army of robots. However, little did he know that the Hungarian scientist had secretly replaced some of the elements in his theories and remembered the others in his head. These replaced elements brought about Yung's death. Yung's first robot was triggered to kill its maker, which was Yung, and was also programmed to seek freelance oppurtunities, basing its morals on the first thing it saw after it murdered its master. The robot, who was called Cataclysmo by Yung, saw a young man defending an old woman against a gang of robbers. It based its life on such principles and eventually began to call itself Anticataclysmo. It ended up in Paragon City.

War Cry: N/A

Ah, I feel your pain with the controller issue, you see I play a Gravity/Storm Controller on Virtue and have had someone jump in and take down the enemies I have been working on for ten minutes (which by the way does not bother me, I am just friendly and move on...never know who you will end up making friends with . Thankfully with this power set I have a new and wonderful solution...Dimension Shift! Now if I am working on a large group or just a few tough baddies and someone decides they would like to take them off of my hands I can just phase shift the enemies

...Ummm, on a side note this was a response to a much earlier post in this thread, wow it took a long time to show up on the board

Hm, I'm glad I found this forum. I was looking for the right server to make my character on, hopefully Virtue will have plenty of RPers on it.

If anyone is interested in a experienced RPer and MMOGer then give me a message, I'm very much in the market for a role playing Supergroup.

I'll be playing as Obsidian Guard if anyone wants to contact me.

Chapter 1
16 year-old chubby Allen got up from bed like in any other normal day. He sat on the bed for several minutes, waiting a bit to recover what he had done last night, which was practically nothing. All he did was sit in front of the computer screen and watched some television before fading off into meaningless dreams. Allen never even bothered to comb his black hair besides straightening up his crest the way he liked it. It wasn't that long, but he just liked how it looked, the reason why he didn't go to the barber too often. Because his lack of combing his hair mostly looked a bit wild.
After brushing his he went downstairs, grabbed a sandwich his mother had just made for him, kissed her and his father goodbye and took off for another boring day at paragon-high.

Allen walked to school rather slowly while looking on the floor with no real expression on his face – Just as he did on any other day.

His arrival to the school's main gate was a bit extra-boring since a lot of students were trying to cramp into the little gate all at once, causing the line to go very slow. Allen didn't give much though to the other kids trying to push him, he was too busy staring at the ground.
Eventually he passed through and went inside the big campus of paragon-high. He boringly glanced at his wrist-watch to find out class had already began. He raced to the class hoping the teacher had come later than he did, but in vain. Not only the teacher was standing in the middle of class, but she seemed greatly intruded by the noisy entrance and heavy breath of the student who clearly looked like he sprinted a few floors up.

Allen was deeply frustrated about being sent to the signing office. Despite the fact it was only his second time being late to class all year he knew he would get detention for at least two days, P-High was very strict with being late and intruding the proper course of the class. He didn't waste his breath complaining to the secretary he was just a few minutes late, because he already knew it would not help him.


When Allen was supposed to come back from school it was 2 PM. He was halfway to his house (which was only 5 blocks away), when he realized he was supposed to be on detention. He quickly ran back inside the complex and to detention room. The school corridors were already empty from students and teachers.
On his way he swiftly maneuvered aside from the janitor scraping a "**** principal Jones!" carving from off the stairs, almost bumping into him.
Fortunately for him, he entered the room before roll call and while the teacher in charge was in the bathroom.

Detention for him was just a giant chunk of boredom who stepped in his way between him and freedom. After 2 hours (appeared to him as 20 rather than 2) he finished his detention assignment and filed it to the teacher. Then he went running out of the class hoping he would make it for "Buffy" (a difficult task considering it was starting in 5 minutes).
On his way he didn't see the janitor, who was still there the entire time scraping off that carving off the stairs, and this time he bumped into him and rolled down the stairs.
The detention class was at the 5th floor, and the stairs were spiral, and went all the way to the basement (There were exits from the staircase on every floor).
Allen kept on rolling and hitting his head without the ability to stop his body from tumbling down the stairs. Eventually he reached the end of the staircase, way down in the basement. When he finally stopped, he felt his head and body for open wounds, but all he felt were extremely painful cuts and bruises all over.

He looked around and got up, trying to understand what exactly occurred and where he was, and before he got the chance to fully regain awareness the wooden floor of the basement broke underneath him.

Allen woke up in a very dark room, sprawled on the floor. He tried to stand up but he felt his legs where out of order, and he had a difficulty moving his feet. After much effort he finally got himself standing, but the room was still very dark and he had no idea where he was.
Suddenly the lights came on, and he realized he was butt-naked.

The chamber he woke up in was quite large, and seemed to have snow all over the floor, though Allen noticed the snow looked synthetic. It was completely sealed, save for a big closed door right in front of him. The walls had a very light shade of sky-blue, and there was a big mirror about 5ft above the ground. To his right he saw a stool, though he did not pay much attention to the stool, concerning his situation.
He remembered he had fallen off floor of the school basement, but then again, he wasn't naked either when he fell so logic wasn't on his side.

Allen was surprised he was not at all cold, despite the snow and the fact he was completely naked. Struggling to regain control of his muscles, he started walking slowly towards the door. Obviously, it was locked.
"In the movies those mirrors are always one sided, and there are people watching from the other side" he thought to himself.
He then slowly (as fast as he could) turned to the stool he noticed before and used it to cover his 'privates'.

"Don't worry, young man, we are not perverts!" stated a voice coming from the mirror's direction.

"Who… who are you..?" Allen said with a screech of fear, "What do you want of me?"

Suddenly the door opened in a loud squeak. Allen felt his heart falling somewhere to his wastes area from the high pitch sudden squeak. Three guards came inside, they wore a crimson colored armor which looked like they were winter-oriented (although it was the peak of the summer) and carried rifles, they were followed by an old man wearing a white doctor's robe and a scarf. Allen thought to himself that the old man looked like a very nice man and if he wasn't that confused and scared he might have liked him.
The old man approached Allen, and he noticed a black bath-robe in the man's hands, which the old man gave to Allen. Allen put it on, and meanwhile the old man introduced himself as Professor John Goldberg, a scientist.
"Look, Mister, under different circumstances I would love to know your name and have a chat…" Allen said unsuccessfully trying to hide the fear in his voice, "But right now I'd rather just go home…".

The professor giggled quietly and said "Come with me".

"But I don't want to!"

"Bring him to his room" said the Professor to one of the guards.

The guard picked Allen up and carried without much trouble, despite Allen's numerous attempts of fleeing his arms.

They passed through some hospital-smelling corridors with many doors. The corridors appeared to be quite over-warm to Allen. Finally professor Goldberg opened one of the doors with a large keychain and they entered it.
The guard put Allen down on the bed – apparently supposed to be his bed – and the professor started told him and the other two to wait outside the door.

The room had grey walls, it's floor was covered with synthetic snow like the other room and there were no windows at all. It had a mirror, a cabinet, a desk, a chair, a bed and on the desk was Allen's watch and folded cloths. Allen was still overwhelmed with what had happened, though he didn't know what exactly occurred. The professor looked at him with a fatherly look and a crooked grin.

"Where am I?" finally Allen asked.

"Frusciate Inc." replied the professor.

"And what is that?"

"Our company studies bio-molecular structure and elemental effects"

Allen looked even more confused than he was before. "And what do I have to do with it?".

"Yesterday we found you in one of our secret la..." *cough* "Places. And you looked like a perfect candidate to our research!".

"Research!?" Allen jumped on his feet, "What kind of research?"

"Hold your horses young man…" the professor said calmly, "Everything will be clear when the time comes…".

"I believe there has been some mistake" he said and looked at the mirror.
"What is this?!" he said with terror, pointing on what seemed like little holes in the middle his chest. He also noticed he had a much fitter built and muscles, instead of his usually chubby stomach.

"Oh, that?" said the professor, "That is what we used to 'modify' you".
"Modify?" Allen said with even greater terror, while slipping on the snow.
"And what is the deal with the snow all over?!" he shouted.

"The snow is to keep you comfortable, the… 'modification' we did made you a bit sensitive to heat and more comfortable in the cold." The professor said firmly.
"And as for the modification" he added, "We made you a bit more… distinctive of all your friends".

"What do you mean?!" Allen leaped on the professor and grabbed him by the collar, while lifting him.
Both of them were amazed by the strength Allen had.

Professor Goldberg took a cellphone out of his pocket and pressed a button. The door opened and the guards went inside.
Allen counted on this new strength of his and threw the professor on the guard at the door. The guard tried to recoil, but was slammed to the wall by the thrown professor.

Allen ran outside, trying to avoid the gunfire pointed at him. While he was running down the hall he heard the professor shout "Shoot him in the legs! He's too precious to lose!".

The boy didn't understand what exactly was going on, but he preferred to think stuff over after he was outside the building.

He ran all around the corridors, but all the doors and elevators were locked, and the alarm sounded.
He wound up pressed against the wall with two guards aiming their firearms at him.
He was completely lost. Eventually Allen decided to storm through the guards, maybe rolling between them and find another way out.
All Allen found was the guard's arm reaching out to punch Allen in the jaw.
With a nimble move Allen evaded the punch and caught the guard's hand.

Allen was furious at the moment at what they had done to him, whatever it was, so he squeezed the guard's wrist, ignoring the other one.
To Allen's great surprise, the hand of the guard started freezing. The guard was yelling like a madman and the other one took off.

Allen let go of the guard's wrist out of amazement, and watched him run away as he bumped to the wall with his hand. Right at the hand's collision with the wall, the hand broke into thousands of pieces and there was a lot of blood all over.

After a few seconds of consuming all that had just happened, Allen had an idea.
He turned around to face the wall, and took out his hand towards it. He concentrated as hard as he could on freezing that wall. And just when he thought what happened earlier was only his imagination, he felt the air around his hand sucked into the wall and freezing it.
Allen opened his mouth on amazement of what he just did. Then he heard some running footsteps getting closer, so he kicked the iced wall.
The wall, as planned, was shattered into pieces, and Allen saw he was not far from his school. The only problem was, he was 20 stories high.

To be continued…

As he was trying to concentrate on what the heck he'd do to escape, a group of 6 armed guards and Professor Goldberg came along the corridor.

"Don't worry boy, we won't hurt you" Said the professor as calm as he could, though he was actually furious that Allen had tossed him on some guards earlier.

"You've hurt me enough!" replied Allen, while still trying to figure a way out of there.

"I'm sick of being nice! Seize him!" shout the professor.

Allen made up his mind – He would not stay there any longer, whether he'll die or not, he's going to jump off the ledge. He actually thought maybe he'll find out he can fly also.

The guards swooped at him, but before they knew it – He was gone, he jumped off.

Allen was dropping with a loud scream; he was too panicked to even try to fly.
Suddenly he stopped midair. He thought he started to fly, but right after he stopped he felt a very strong wind carrying him up and away from the area of Frusciate's building. It felt like a hurricane to him, though it looked like it was only in his area.
From the air he managed to take a glimpse at the structure, it looked like a regular office building. It had a lot of windows (A cover, he knew).


After a while of being carried by this so called hurricane, he landed on the roof of a much smaller building at a very neglected-looking area of the city.
He was very weary and dizzy from all he'd been through since he woke up (It was not more than 2-3 hours, but he wasn't used to this much action).

When he got up and looked around, he saw the wind that had saved his life was gathering in one place and transforming into a person.
The mysterious figure wore an entirely black outfit with a black mask over his upper half of the head, and an insignia looking like a white circle, in a black circle, in a white circle with a black 'X' all over it.
The figure had a strong built, and was about 6'1. He had a smile all over his face.

"My official name is Aero-Man, but you can call me Joey" he said. The man had a very sharp voice. Allen could tell he was not the kind of clever person that doesn't respect authority, just like Allen.

"I'm… I'm… Allen" replied Allen, very shaken.

"Follow me" said Aero-Man swiftly, and then he went over to a ladder that was behind Allen.
Allen lingered for a few moments before he went in because he was very confused and frightened, but he had decided to come inside the complex in search of some answers.

To be continued…


Chapter 2

"Have you noticed it's hot in here?" said Wayne to Kenny when Patricia went by them.

Patricia stopped walking, paused for a second with a sigh, and said "You think you're so cool? Sitting here on the fence with your stupid sunglasses, smoking and looking at girls' butts?!"

Wayne put a crooked grin on his face and took a lighter out of his pocket, lit his cigarette and subsequently jumped off the fence he was sitting on – grabbing Patricia by the hair and pulling her down.

"You think you can insult me like that?" he said furiously, "You may be hot, but that doesn't mean I won't hesitate to burn your pretty long hair to ashes"

Patricia tried to release herself from him, but he was too strong for her. "Let me go you jerk!"

Wayne got so mad he lit up his lighter and brought it closer to Patricia's hair. Then he said "So Patricia too Patrician to talk to poor Wayne, eh?"

Kenny jumped in on Wayne and disarmed him before the lighter reached Patricia's hair. Then he said, frightened, "What the heck are you doin' man?! You gone mad?!"

Wayne was literally crazed from the interruption, then he said, trying unsuccessfully hide his anger, "There's something you don't know about me… I don't really need the lighter…"

"Calm dow…" he said before he was completely incinerated by a fireball sent from Wayne's hand.

"Now! Patricia" he shouted in a manner only a deranged person could, "You shall see the true might of the Vulcan" Patricia was horrified by what she saw – Wayne had burst into flames, though he did not seem to care much. His cloths burned completely, leaving him with a fiery textured sleeveless tight shirt, and long fiery textured pants.
His eyes turned inhumanly red.

Patricia tried to run, but she didn't get far.

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Allen stepped down the ladder to a dark musty old room. It didn't look more than an abandoned house, he thought. He could see bright light coming from the angles of the closed door. Allen stepped over there and opened it. What he saw, he couldn't believe. It was a large room, filled with all sorts of gadgets and devices he had no idea what they could ever be used for.

Aero-Man was sitting next to a small coffee table at the far corner of the room. In the middle of the room stood a very big person (Allen thought he was at least 6'5, though he was never good at estimating lengths). The person was wearing a dark-grey medieval-looking armor and armored pants, a black medieval-looking helmet, a black cape, and he was holding a very large War Hammer with beautiful signs all over it.

Next to the man with the Hammer, was standing a magnificent person. The thing that was so magnificent about him was that he was completely made out of diamond. His entire body was covered with a black ninja outfit, besides in between his waists to his hips - where he had no cloths, and you could see the blue sparkling diamond. It was truly magnificent.

Allen was shocked once again that day.

"Greetings" said the large man in the chainmail. He had a deep soothing voice.

Allen wanted to ask them some question about what had happened to him and who were they, but before he could speak, he felt a strong pain in his heart and fainted.


When Allen woke up, he was lying in a bed without a blanket and a fully working air conditioner right above him. Surprisingly, he felt cozy.

He noticed someone sitting in a chair sleeping right aside him. He was about 5'9 and it looked to Allen he had been working out a lot. The man had white hair, though he was obviously young, perhaps in his late twenties Allen thought. He was wearing a thick coat. Allen saw a black mask on the desk near the man and a black armor with runes all over it. The armor had a black Spade with white outlines in the middle of it, and was lying on the ground next to the man.

Allen got up, noticing he was wearing cloths a tad too big to fit him. He lifted his shirt to see the holes he had in his chest earlier. To his surprise, they were gone without a trace.
He looked at the sleeping man, wondering what to do. Eventually he said quietly "Excuse me…?" and touched the man's leg.

The man woke up immediately, subsequently falling off of his chair. The white-haired person got up and hurried out of the room. Allen heard him saying "He's awake, I fell asleep".

Right afterwards a large man came into the room, Allen guessed him to be the man with the Hammer and chainmail he saw before he passed out, though right now he was wearing a blue sweater and Jeans. The large person had long brown hair and severe face; though Allen knew right away he was a good person.
After him came inside the room - The newly awaken person, a man with rigid face, a small brown beard and short brown hair, and a tall man with black hair and a smile; Allen knew right ahead who that was.

The large man sat on the chair near the bed and said, "I see you have woken up, you slept the entire day"

Allen didn't answer, he was sitting in bed looking at all the strange people he had just met and thinking what the heck is going on.

After a short pause in which no one spoke, the large man introduced everybody, "I am War-Hammer, you can call me Nelson, or Nessie – whatever you want. This is Johnny" he pointed on the man with the brown hair and rigid face, "He's the one you saw made out of Diamond earlier, that is why he is called Diaman.

Allen opened his mouth in amazement, reviewing Johnny from top to bottom trying to find a shred of diamond.

Nessie laughed with his deep voice, "He can turn himself into Diamond, right now he's flesh and bones!"

"Anyway" he cleared his throat and pointed at the man with the coat and white hair, "That is Black-Spade, though his real name is David. He was supposed to watch you while you were asleep"

David looked at the rug on the floor, trying to hide the fact he was blushing out of shame.

"No matter" said Nessie, "And this is Joey, but I believe you have already been acquainted"

Joey winked towards Allen and smiled even more.

"Let's get him out of bed and give him some food, the kid looks starving" Joey said.

"Good Idea" agreed Johnny with his calm voice.

The gang went out of the room and walked down the hall, entering a kitchen with a big elliptic table in the middle.
They sat down and while David was making dinner, they talked.

"Just wait, our David is a great cook" said Joey.

Allen smiled, but was too anxious to find out everything so he didn't start a conversation with Joey about David's cooking skills. Eventually he said "What is this place? And who are you guys? Some kind of a super hero charity thing?"

War Hammer laughed. "Not at all young man, not charity"
Allen stopped him "It's Allen, stop calling me 'young man', it's depressing"

"Ok, Allen" War Hammer continued, "At first, we were just a few people wanting to make a safe haven for Super Heroes who don't want to waste their lives helping people they don't know"

"But then" Joey interrupted him, "We heard about Frusciate Inc., and we heard they were trying to create super heroes for their private use. So we changed our policy and our name to 'The Avengers'. We tried to free some of the people they kidnapped, but until today we didn't have much success…"

"It was, and still is – 'Join or die'" Nessie continued, "They were killing whoever didn't accept their tyranny over them. You were the first one we managed to save"

"Oh, thanks, I assume" said Allen, still a bit confused, "but what exactly did they do to me?"

"We don't exactly know what they're doing in there, but from what I saw" said Joey, "They gave you some sort of Freezing powers"

"Don't worry about your powers" War Hammer reassured him, "We'll help you find all that out soon"

Right when David came with the trays, a screeching alarm sounded, following by a voice saying "Avengers to control room, ASAP"

"Looks like there's no time for food" said Joey and everybody got up.

"Stay here, we'll be back" Nessie told Allen, "Don't leave the structure"

They all left the kitchen, leaving Allen alone.

To be continued…



Chapter 3
After Allen finished his food (and a bit of spade's too, he was famished) he sat in the kitchen for a while, waiting for the gang to come back. Eventually he got tired of waiting, and came out of the kitchen to look for something to do. He had slept a very long time and he felt rather energetic.

The hallway was a long grey corridor, with consecutive lights every 2ft. The floor had white shiny floor patterns. Allen walked out of the kitchen, hesitating a bit on where he should go. Finally he decided to go to the left, since he came from one of the rooms on the right.
He started walking towards the farthest door, which looked a bit more terrifying than the others. It looked like it had a stronger build, and it was black, unlike the other light-grey doors.
When Allen got to the door, he heard some noise coming from within. It was a very low tone, but apparently the door was too thick to actually hear anything.

Allen tried to open it, but it was locked. At first he thought to use his powers in order to get in, but then he gave up the idea because he didn't want The Avengers to know he opened locked doors.
He stood there for about a minute, thinking how to open the door without shattering it completely. Just when he was about to give up and go back to the kitchen and wait, he noticed there was actually a very small key in the keywhole.

"Huh" he thought to himself, "Things are always under your nose when you least expect them"

Allen turned the key, put his hand on the handle and slowly turned it. The room he entered was exactly like his room. He didn't see anybody, though the lights were on.
He got into the room, surveying the area for any suspicious stuff which will call the need for a huge locked door to be guarding the room. He was going through the desk, and he saw a lot of pink girly stuff.
Suddenly, while he was turning to the bed, a cat jumped on it. The cat was amazingly beautiful to Allen. It had black and white patterns all over it, and he had deep silver eyes. Allen felt like he was hypnotized by the beauty. After a few seconds they both stared at each other, the cat jumped off the bed, and ran out of the opened door Allen left. Allen was startled from this sudden jump, and he instinctively tried to freeze the cat before he could get out of the room. But by the time the ice got to where the cat was; the cat was out of the room.

Allen freaked out, both because he lost the cat, and both because he froze a part of the door.
He ran as fast as he could after the cat, accidentally blasting the frozen door into pieces. When he got into the hallway, he noticed the cat's tail going into the kitchen.
He ran inside, finding it in the middle of the kitchen staring at him.
Allen stepped forward to get the cat, but before he knew it, the cat was fading away. Its faded figure turned into the figure of a human being, and then unfading. Allen found standing in front of a naked beautiful teenage girl.

The girl immediately took a table cloth and wrapped herself with it. Allen realized he was staring, so he turned his head away. He heard her giggling in embarrassment.

"Wh.. what…? Who are you?" he said, blushing into the point in which he looked like a tomato.

"Cellest is my name, if that was your question" she replied, "and you can look now"

Allen hesitated for a moment, and turned his head back to look at Cellest.

She had a great figure (that he could see even earlier). She had long black hair, and a beautiful face. But the thing he noticed the most, was her silver eyes. Again, he found himself staring at her eyes.

"I'm Allen" he said quickly after he got himself together, "What are you doing here? Why were you locked in that room?"

Cellest looked quite jovial until he asked that last question, at which point she slightly frowned and looked on his socks instead of on his face.

"I did something wrong by breaking in here" she replied.

"Why?" he asked her.

"Because… the professor made me…" she said.

"The professor?" he asked, "Are you working for him? He's a very bad man!"

"I know… but It wasn't really me who did it…" she said slowly, "you see, he planted something in the back of my head" she pointed on the back of her head with her spare hand, "and when he activates it I can't control my actions"

"Oh" he said, while thinking whether he should believe her or not. He remembered what his uncle always told him when he was a kid – 'Never trust a beautiful woman', but it's possible that he said that only because his wife cheated on him.
Do you have some cloths in your room? I hate to see you in that table cloth all day" he lied; he could look at her in that towel all day and not get bored.

"Sure!" she said eagerly, "I'll get dressed and then we'll eat a bit?" she gestured at the food on the table, "I haven't eaten anything today!"

"Sure" he smiled, "I'm starving!" he lied again, he had eaten quite a lot before he stepped in her room.

She ran to the door of the kitchen and turned to the left. Allen sat down, and after about 5 minutes she came inside the room with green jeans and a pink blouse.
While she was sitting in front of him she took a hair clip and made a pony tail.

Allen didn't eat much, but Cellest really looked like she was starving. She ate all of Nessie's and Johnny's plates.
After they finished, they started talking.

"So what brings you here?" she asked Allen.

"I was also a prisoner of Professor Goldberg, but I managed to escape before he put that thing in my neck"

"Lucky you…" she said with a crooked mouth, "I was on my way to school when a van stopped by me and they kidnapped me"

"I kind of brought myself to it, apparently they had a lab beneath the basement of my school, and I fell through the floor" he said.

Cellest looked at him for a second, and then suddenly she grabbed the back of her head and twitched in great pain.
Allen didn't know what to do, and just as he got up she stopped twitching. Suddenly she got up from the chair with a fierce look in her eyes.

"You are mine" she said, but Allen was sure it wasn't really her talking.

Then she held up her hands, and from under her nails she switched out a long set of very sharp fingernails (it looked more like knives to Allen).
A second after she took her nails out, she jumped a superhuman jump over the table, storming at Allen with her nails.

Allen managed to evade her, but as soon as she landed she scratched him a very deep scratch in his forearm. Allen didn't loose his cool, and he didn't want to freeze her because he didn't want to hurt her.
He ran across the table so he would use it as a partition in between them. Cellest jumped on the table without even making it shake (it was quite decrepit), then she jumped on him and nailed him to the ground.

To be continued…



Chapter 4

"Mom!" Wayne said eagerly, "I'm home!"

Wayne's mother came out of the kitchen to the living room, where Wayne was standing, and hugged him with a big kiss on the cheek.
"How was the school trip?" she asked him, smiling.

"It was marvelous!" he lied, the truth was he was outside the last two days, drinking.

"Oh, that's good, real good!" she said, "Do you want something to eat?"

"Nah, I'm good, I ate something on the bus" he replied.

He went upstairs over to his room, thinking about what he had done yesterday. At first he though it was terrible, but afterwards he started to believe it was fun, and he planned on doing some more of these terrible things.

After playing with some fireballs in his room, he decided he'll go have some fun outside. He put on his Vulcan costume, and flew outside the window. "Professor Goldberg has done so much for me!" he thought, "Not only he gave me the ability to create and manipulate fire, but he also gave me the ability to fly! And all that only so I'll help him when he asks me too… what a sucker!"

He flew a long way, looking for an interesting thing to destroy and demolish. Eventually he got tired and landed on a rooftop of some skyscraper in the city (he flew a long way, since he lived in the suburbs area.
From the top he looked down, seeing a homeless person. The man was sitting there with his cart full of cans and some bags.
He could feel the fire spreading through his blood, making him crave for the death of that single homeless person.
He jumped down towards the man, landing right beside him.

"Have you come to help me, young man?" the old homeless said, startled a bit.

"Oh yes, help you" Vulcan replied, quite amused by the man's helplessness.

He didn't want to do it in front of all those people, in case a super hero was around, so he lied to the poor man saying he has a safe place for him to live in one of the nearby alleys.
When they got to the alley, Wayne started laughing like the madman that he was, right before he sent a huge flame from his mouth to slowly consume the homeless' body.
After a brief period of time the man was screaming of pain, his body was completely burned and corrupted.

Wayne got a huge thrill out of that. He decided harm is what he does, and super hero is not for him. He would rather become a super villain.
Every time he used his powers for evil he felt a surge of awesome power inside him, giving him a feeling of superiority above all – he liked it.

Wayne didn't want to return home, he wanted to continue this feel, so he kept on prowling the streets looking for helpless people to burn.
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Cellest looked at Allen with a lifeless look, it was like she had no life in her at all. She just brought her claws to be deeply injected into Allen's artery in his throat, when Allen's heart dropped to his pants.
A giant hammer came from beneath Cellest, hitting her in the stomach. She was leaning on Allen, who was lying on the ground because she nailed him to the floor. She flew several feet high, hitting the wall and breaking some tiles.
After he got himself together, Allen saw it was War Hammer who had smacked the hell out of Cellest, and that she was sitting (probably unconscious) helplessly against the wall.

"Are you mad?!" Allen said furiously while he got up quickly to check up on Cellest.

"You're welcome" War Hammer replied with a surprised voice.

Allen saw she was alive and breathing, though she had been knocked out pretty bad. He lifted her (she wasn't that heavy) and carried her to her room, putting her on her bed.
Blackspade asked him to come out of the room, and he locked the door after Allen got out, this time putting the key inside his pocket below his armor.

"Why did you lock her like that?" Allen asked helplessly.

"Are you blind?" David asked rhetorically, "she just tried to kill you, and she would have succeeded if we wouldn't have come back on time!

"It wasn't her fault!" Allen shouted, then correcting himself to a more peaceful tone, "she was possessed by that professor from Frusciate"

"Well, her fault or not, she is dangerous until we manage to find a way to take off that thing from her neck"

Allen returned to his room, upset by the conditions Cellest has to suffer because of the Avengers. Though he knew it was actually the Professor's fault, he felt the need to blame someone closer to him at the moment.

After a while, he came out of the room, looking for something to do (he was awfully bored). He saw one of the doors in the corridor was slightly open, so he went to it and opened it a bit more so he could see what was going on.

The room was a very large which had very bright lights. It had dozens of both melee and ranged weapons all over. It had mattresses all over, and all sorts of gymnastics and muscle building devices. It looked very high-tech to him.

All of the gang was there, wearing normal cloths. Nessie was monitoring everyone's actions, while lifting huge weights himself; though it didn't look he was making that much of an effort doing so. Joey was brawling with David with all sorts of melee weapons. Of course David had the upper hand because his specialty was to combat using martial arts; even though his true strength and agility came from his magical armor. Johnny was sitting on a small chair on the side, drinking coffee and reading a book. He didn't need much training since his power didn't require him to be nimble, and strength wasn't a problem since he was already made of diamond during combat.

War Hammer noticed Allen at the doorstep, signaling him to come inside with his hand, while holding the gigantic weight in the other.
Allen stepped inside and stood near Nessie.

"Let's leave what happened with Cat aside for a moment, we need you to focus on developing your powers and learning more about them, so you can help us against Frusciate Inc. and their Super Villains" he said calmly with his deep voice.

"Ok…" Allen agreed, "Where do we begin?"

"At the basics, Allen" he smiled widely, " At the basics…"

To be continued…

Thanks for reading (if you have )

Name: Psycher

Background: A former private sector research scientist, his projects focused on enhancing brain funtions in stroke victims and people with mental disabilities. Crey industries hired him to continue his research on a highly classified abandoned military base in Utah. In spite of his reservations he continued the research until he learned that rather than offer the research to the world, Crey intended to create an army of super psionic soldiers with which to increase their grip on their holdings and move into other area's. While trying to escape he was captured and subjected to his own experiments which caused an exponential growth in his mental abilities. Unfortunately without the ability to control the abilites the experiments gave him, he went on a bloody rampage killing all 372 personelle on the base and all but destroying it.

In the aftermath he fled to Paragon and joined a group called the Outsiders where he now fights to stop Crey in any way he can and ensure freedom for all!

Battle Cry: Close your eyes it'll all be over in a second!

Lobe cringes (which looks really silly on a 13 foot, 6400kg man) and says, "Yech! vitamin C makes my mouth scrunch up. Thank you anyways nice lady."

Then, Scratching his head in perplection, "That's a good guess. But what is the question? Lobe not good at word games." His face falls into a pout, then instantly brightens as he puts his hand high into the air, waving it urgently and bouncing on his feet. The cloud of darkness surrounding Neko quickly re-envelops her as the wind created by the passage of his hand dissipates.

Very cool characters so far. Also thanks for including your bios in game, I make a point of checking everyone I can for backgrounds and really appreciate it when people include interesting stories.

Anyway, my current main character:

Name: Dr. Simian

Background: Brian Simonson led a pretty routine life. He had good friends, a nice house, and he enjoyed his job teaching history at the local college. This all changed when one day when a student addled by Superadine started treatening other students. When Dr. Simonson went to intervene the student attacked him triggering a massive change. The mild mannered professor suddenly found himself a seven foot tall gorilla.

He traced the cause of his transformation to genetic mutation, but had two big questions, could he change back and why didn't his mutation manifest in adolescence like most other mutants? The answer to the first question was yes, but unfortunately changing back to human was a much longer and uncomfortable process than the human to gorilla change. The reason why the change did not occur earlier was simply that he had never before been in any real danger. He had to ask himself "Was my life really that boring up to this point?" Deciding it was time to spice up his life, he moved to Paragon city to try his hand at crimefighting.

Battle Cry: ;Tarzan (try it in game if you do not get it.)

(Note, I'll include a screen shot in a couple of days, like an idiot I forgot to grab one yesterday and BestBuy will probably not have my preorder for a while. Picture a large gorilla wearing glasses, knee length jeans, and a white t-shirt with a picture of a tree on it. I am quite happy with the way he turned out, the character creater is amazingly versatile.)

Orgasmo LeBeau was born the lovechild of a prominent French politician and his fourth nymphomaniac mistress. At a young and virile age, Orgasmo manipulated the women in his life to get what he wanted when he wanted. He aced all his classes in boarding school minus Phys. Ed., which was taught by a crotchedy Mr. LeCheese. Upon graduation, he lived off the wealth and glamour of Paris' most available bachelorette heiresses. He soon tired of pleasuring scores upon women and decided to make something of himself, mainly by using his psionic/empath powers to rid the world of evil. His powers work best against femme fatales (*cough c'mon Devs where are the ladies) but Orgasmo "Big O" LeBeau is an equal-opportunity lover who is not one to spare male villains from his mental onslaught.

Warcry: "Get on jour knees, mon ami!"

Quote - "IC:
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.* "


IC: Slowly, the sound of approaching footsteps penetrates her languid thoughts. They grow louder and louder until the impression of someone slamming a gong hammer into her eardrum flits across her mind. Then, just as she thinks she is about to be flattened by a 6400kg foot, they stop, and even through her dark negative energy field she can see a shadow loom over her. The happy chirping of the birds has ceased, as well as the rustle of the leaves in the warm breeze of the afternoon. Neko prepares herself for imminent combat. Then...
"Hi! I'm Lobe. Do you have any orange juice?"

Because of the flood of people trying to log into Virtue, and the load that created on day one (preorder) I just created on Freedom (Had 3 characters assembled played with for a bit and Vitue was still can not connect to Database). And feel you will find Rpers where ever you go, I do admit later I have create a few characters on virtue to just RP but did find little to do. So back to Freedom, and hey it is hard to RP in character who is a mute (Runihura), so those that know me know I'm OOC when I speak in team talk, or I let them know.

I feel RPers will be everywhere, but until they allow use coffee shops and nightclubs to inhabit, the rping may lack some social aspects

Kinda wordy, but here's my kick at a bio:

Server: Justice
Origin: Technology
Archetype: Controller
Primary Power: Illusion
Secondary Power: Radiation
Power Pools: Hover
Coolest Power to date: Superior Invisibility

Character Bio: Blue Wraith

Following the Rikti Invasion against the City of Heroes, grieving Professor xSpeed sought relief from the pain. His son was supposed to be safe, hidden during the invasion along with other non-combatants, only to have their location exposed to the Rikti by the Clockworks. RJ xSpeed had been taken from him so young that Professor xSpeed decided to use his knowledge of a new substance, Dark Matter, to revive his slain son. RJ was to start college at the same university his father was tenured, only to be robbed of his breath by the hated Rikti, and no one was going to deny RJ his future!


By combining Dark Matter with conventional Heavy Water, Professor xSpeed bombarded RJ's life-less body with a horrific dose of radiation. The results were catastrophic, taking the life of Professor xSpeed and destroying his lab in the process. However, unknown to Professor xSpeed was that the experiment had, in fact, succeeded. The child that had once been stolen from him was again reborn, with terrible consequences.


Blue Wraith had been forged from the spirit of RJ, drawn back from the beyond as an apparition; likenesses of him as seen before death, but forever altered. Made blue from the Heavy Water, RJ was denied the powers to control the liquid like similar water wraiths. The Spirits of the Underworld, however, forced radiation powers upon RJ for being contaminated by Dark Matter. Further denied to RJ were the tangible dark powers from which all shadow wraiths are derived. Illusion would be the only primary powers granted to him.

Blue Wraith is now consigned to fighting the forces of evil. He seeks out any that would threaten the waters of the after-life, marshaled as a guardian to the spiritual gates focused around the City of Heroes. But he will never forget the treachery of the Clockworks or the Rikti and vows to revenge the death of his father and destroy them both!

(ps. I know, my origins should be Science, but I tried that in Beta and liked Technology better!)