LadyPhoenix

These are the basics that I know:

/demorecord (starts the recording feature)
/demostop (stops it)
You'll need fraps in order to piece things together, and add music.
There's a lot of code to read through too

You might wanna pm Dark_Respite here on the forums. She's a vid guru.

This was fun! Thanks. Added mine
There's even a DJ not far away

As long as that's the case, I'm fine with that. Thanks.

I spend too much time in live servers to have done beta. But I do know that attempting to log into beta is a wasted effort ... beta is gone now :/

Here's one I found on a post somewhere ....

http://youtu.be/m1N4jr5DFLE

I can't bring myself to kill off my characters... Ever since hearing the news, the question of what to do with my characters has been ever present in my mind. And one thing I knew was I couldn't make them die

Daria St. Claire, Sonja Kincaid, Sera Delina, Kiara Drako (Lady Fyre Stryke), Mandy Dillinger (Twilight Embraced), Kat McBain (Molten Terra) .. I don't know where they'll all go, but, at the worse, I envision them all having a happy ending...

Hopping over from Virtue, to the peeps here on Justice who adopted me too. HeroCons were awesome. TJ you always stuck in my memory. I was honored when we few virtuites were honorably inducted by the Justice crew. You guys have always been top notch. My mind's a tad fuzzy in not remembering -all- the names, so do forgive me. But, odds are, if you recall Josie-LadyPhoenix-Tanklet-Donahue (yes all those are me lol) then I remember you too.

Forever Paragon City, no matter what your server.

This. So much this. Pal, I never got to know you IG, but everything you said here, echoes my thoughts entirely.

An awesome gesture. Sad I didn't get to interact with you in RP. I loved reading the stories you wrote here.

This news is still hitting me pretty hard. CoH was my first, and only MMO. Playing consistently for 5 years, I was one of those players that went to nearly every event thrown by Paragon Studios since HeroCon2010. This game drew me in, in a way that none other ever has. I've looked at WoW, and TOR, and to me, it just wasn't the same as city...

I've met some amazing people here ... as well as some who were not so amazing. But the amazing kept me here, through the five years. The RP kept me here, and kept drawing me back. Long after many have left, I never did. I was still around. CoH was forever more than just a game. It was community, it was RP, it was story weaving that drew you in, for which I always thirsted for more.

And the fact that the developer community seemed to embrace that as much as the players, was honorable as well.

I remember winning costume codes with the dance emotes contest. I remember winning my keyboard in the emote faceoff. I remember WW yelling at me over UStream *grins* I remember Posi's look of "I knew someone would ask, but I can't talk about that" when I asked about 2xp weekend during one community events in Cali. I remember meeting Cape DJs in person. I remember applauding and cheering to the point of losing my voice as Arbiter Fabulous won a free year of game play.

I traveled far and wide for this game, and I wish I'd traveled more. I miss the players I've met (Tex, and the Justice crew who honorarily took me in). And somehow, right now, it just doesn't seem enough. I can't believe that I won't see the devs, other red names, or players one last time. Heck, I'd been talking to the Cape DJs about attending next year's capecon ... and it ... then this happened.

The phone call I made, to hope and pray it wasn't true, and was some sick joke ... was a call I'll never forget. "No ... it's not a joke..." and in that moment, 5 years came crashing down...

There are no other MMOs for me. I might consider CO, but something that other MMOs lack is the ability to BE City of Heroes. I don't even think my friends can truly understand. City was always more to me, for 5 years and it will always be. I think the only thing I can really consider at this point is forum RP. I manage a forum site of my own, dedicated to my CoH characters. My long time RP partner (3+ years and going) and I are there. If anyone's interested in interacting with @Tanklet, or @AlexanderDrako, we'll probably be there or on Formspring (@tarawc, and @tonyjones51).

Irony of all irony, we'd finally found a group to settle in. The Eternals embraced CoH, embraced RP, and the skies were the limit for building a prominent community future. ... This was altogether too soon...

In any event, I think I'm rambling at this point ... I feel the worst for the devs. This is never the way to go ... ever ... ever...

I'll be monitoring my inbox here, for as long as we have forum access anyway, and will forward contact info to any who are interested.

Forever City ....

So ... I generally don't frequent these forums, but I spotted this upon perusal today and gotta throw my 2 inf in...

Are you bleeping kidding me?!?! So not only do we pay $15 a month as VIPs, and get gauged for the latest and greats on the market, nickel and dimed. But NOW we're being told that we, as players and poster, can't post to an old thread that one of us created ..... just cuz?

Please tell me there's a logical reason for this .....

Odds are, if I'm online, I'll be at the Eternals 8 year anniversary bash.

Going to post their personality types too ...

Daria St. Claire - Great personality. Powerful light mage. She exudes light magic, and mental focus. Also an empath, but she only senses -very- strong feelings.

Sera Delina - Pleasant personality. Drakonian princess. Powerful fire and energy. She's magic based, with deific blood.

Twilight Embraced - College student. Has control over shadows and the nether. The nether can be sensed in her.

Kiara Eternal or Lady Fyre Stryke - Pleasant personality. Fire and energy demi goddess & Sera's mother.

Ethereal Morningstar - Civilian (no longer goes by her hero name). Tara Worthington Cruise (also on Formspring @tarawc). Single, stay at home mother. Soon to be part time biology teacher at PCU Steel Canyon. Very reclusive, almost cagey paranoid personality. She's pleasant ... but suspicious of most ppl.

Valiant Katana - Horrible personality o.o ... Former Knives of Artemis. Went on the 'good' side for a while. After a series of events, and betrayals, she's gone back to being a mercenary. ... Approach at own risk .. o.o

Gigawat - Cagey, paranoid street rat hacker. -Very- good at what she does. There are no traces of her existence. There are rumors of the famed "Gigawat" but no concrete evidence.

Violent Overcharge - Reforming villain. Mutant control over electricity, and very knowledgeable when it comes to pharmaceutical chemicals

If you're interested in RPing with any of these characters, or want more info, feel free to send me a message @Tanklet

((apparently the F word was censored o.o))

((Second Installment))

Indy Port...

It was first thing in the morning, and just the right time. The night shift of criminals were crawling back into their holes, making way for those with the balls enough to operate during the day. Sonja strode through the streets of Indy Port, dressed in sweat pants, a hoodie, a baseball cap and shades. She wasn't out for a kill, but she wasn't out to be recognized either. This was Family territory, and if she got spotted by the wrong Marcone gunner, things could go south, quick. All she wanted to do was get in, get out, and be on her way.

Something about her demeanor was different, slightly off one could call it. She still exuded that aura of 'don't **** with me' but she wasn't actively looking for a fight. Sonja turned a corner, and let herself into a shop halfway down the block. It'd just opened, and the proprietor was still getting things ready when the bell above the door clanged. Indy Port ... the best place to get top dollar for the boxes she held on the inside pocket of her hoodie.

The owner turned, "Welcome to Carmine's Consignments. May I help you?" The slightly older man spoke. Even though the man could easily be considered a candidate for Social Security, Sonja wasn't fooled. The business wouldn't be able to pass the word 'go' without first passing through Family approval. Especially not when your business is the pawn business. She knew the Marcones -that- well.

Sonja dropped two jewelry boxes onto the counter without a word, and stood staring at the man through her shades. 'Carmine's' shoulders straightened. He was prepared for just about anything. He had to be these days. And especially seeing as how hooded, brooding, and silent this customer was. Not like all of his clientele were pillars of the community, but he could sniff the winds of trouble when they blew his way. And this one seemed capable of causing plenty.

Carmine opened the boxes one by one. He began with the small one, and gasped in surprise. Inside lay an exquisite, tastefully simple diamond engagement ring. It looked specifically crafted to have a deep set in the stone. Carmine figured that to mean the ring was prone to some amount of jostling. He looked at the piece, then back at the woman, who still said nothing at all. Next, he moved on to the bigger box that held two brand new wedding bands. He knew they were new from the moment he picked one up. There was no sign of wear, at all, anywhere, not even in the inscription which is usually where the first signs tend to show.

The inscription said simply "forever" and had two birthstones on either end. The man's heart lurched. If these were hers, his heart went out to her. But then, if they weren't, that meants they were hot. And given the woman in front of him, he was more inclined to think the latter than the former.

He cleared his throat, "Ten large."

"******* bull. They're worth five times that," she rhetorted.

"If they're not hot."

The woman gritted her teeth, "They're not," she seethed through a clenched jaw.

"And how am I to be so certain?"

She slammed her fists on the counter, causing everything on top of it to thump up and down, "A: Even if they were hot, I wouldn't let you swindle me out of a decent deal. B: I know for a fact you could sure as hell move them or ******* melt them for all I give a ****, and you'd STILL end up well in the green from that piss *** first offer you're tryin' ta' slither me with. And C: They're NOT ******* hot. I know your source roll better than you ******* know it yourself. So, let's try that again. Make an offer."

It's not like she needed the money. She didn't. It wasn't about that. It was about the principle of not getting taken like some street punk.

'Carmine' gulped, "Very well then. So as to avoid any ..... issue .... 15."

"20 at least."

"Fine."

He placed the items back in their respective boxes and walked around back. Sonja kept a sharp eye and ear in case he tried anything, though her instincts told her he was merely going to his safe. A few seconds later, sooner than it'd take to signal any of his backers, 'Carmine' came out with an envelope and handed it to her. Sonja stuffed the envelope in her hoodie and turned to walk away.

"Not wanting to say goodbye?"

Sonja paused, and tilted her head back. A heartbeat later, she turned back towards the door and walked away. Goodbye was said long ago. This just made it official...

((Thanks!! I'm @Tanklet! I'll keep a look out too ))

(( Well I'm not sure if you've read it yet, but here's what you inspired me to write o.o That's the character I have in mind. Hopefully I see a way to insert her in. Not one for godmodding, but epic RP is something else entirely lol!))

((A character I was inspired to write for. I'm also looking to re-start her RP. She was a main for a while before IC and OOC stuff happened poorly, and well she got the shaft for it.

Anyone interested in learning more, feel free to post here or PM me))

((WARNING! Mature Themes!))

The night air in St. Martial was crisp and cool. Citizens, denizens alike made their way along the streets, content to be minding their own business. It was quiet. A bit too quiet. Like the calm before the storm.

On top of a nearby roof was a figure that was invisible to the human eye. Her cloaking device blended her in well with the scenery around. Her piercing gaze assessed the the people below in a cold manner that should only be reserved for the robotic, the inhuman. But she was 100% human, not that she'd ever admit it. To meet her in person (which very few have done, without meeting the business end of her blades) would only add to the perception of cold, emotionless machinery.

Her dark eyes picked apart the pedestrians, looking for one in particular. Watching families pass, or couples intertwined in each other, moved right past her radar. Maybe, at a time, she'd have felt something. But that time was long gone. Her heart had long since turned to stone. Now, all there was was the next job, the next mark, the next target. And she kept it that way.

'Do the job. Get paid.' ... This was now her mantra.

Work for Gao had gone cold. She didn't fancy being hired on to an organization, only to not be given any work. So she found her own, careful not to break alliances with the man who currently held her contract.

A movement at nine o'clock caught her attention. Her eyes darted to the mark, the HUD in her shades providing better visuals and a confirmation that she had her target. Her gaze narrowed as her mind worked at the most efficient method of elimination. Was she in the mood for 'up close and dirty' tonight? Or did she want to do this quickly?

She made up her mind and quickly stood. In a few quick motions, a sleek bow and arrow were removed and assembled from two side compartments in her suit. These weren't her fancy toys, but they were more than enough to do the job. A few clicks, and she was already taking aim.

Breathe, pull, aim precise .... release.

On the streets below, Marc Falcetti, Family turncoat now playing both sides, instantly slumped mid stride. Blood spurted from his neck, where an arrow had not only sliced through, but apparently had two side blade sticking out that gutted his neck from the inside. The boys escorting him had a momentary look of horror as their cohort's neck nearly came off his shoulders. That quick instant was all it took for the woman on the roof to escape. By the time their guns trained in on the trajectory, she was gone. Not that they'd have seen her to begin with. But just in case, they fired wildly at an empty rooftop before finally turning to their falling compatriot.

Port Oakes

The cloaked woman in black walked up behind a man in a suit. To anyone else, he was jsut some guy holding up a wall in the area. To those that knew him, Damien Bernard was a contact to those skilled enough to make his little black book. Although Damien didn't know who this chick was, he knew she came with skills. And to him, that was impressive enough to do business.

"Cash," the woman's voice uttered. Her voice was smooth as silk, but the tone was ice cold and hard.

"Geeze baby, not even a hello?" Damien smirked.

"Not a fan of sayin' the same thing twice."

"Fine. Not in th'mood for small talk. I get it. Is it done?"

"Th'**** you think?"

"Alright, alright. And no, I ain't stallin.' I got it, fair and square. I know enough to know when to walk away," he said as he slowly reached into his pocket and pulled out an envelope. He tossed it out on the ground blindly in front of him and turned to walk away. But one burning question had him turning back, "When do I get to see that face of yours..?" The question reached only dead air. The envelope, and the woman, were both gone. Damien sighed, shoved his hands into the pockets of his tailored suit, and stalked along his way.

Pocket D - Hours Later...

A tall, leggy, dark-haired woman made her rounds through the club. She always had a drink in hand, and it was apparent that she was on the prowl. And try as many did, most guys were rejected from the moment they stepped within three feet of her on their approach. She knew what she was looking for ... she just needed to spot it.

And she did ...

Downstairs at the red bar, a man stood against one of the columns. His eyes were almost as cool and calculating as hers. She lifted a brow, then walked to the bar for a refill. The game was on, and she knew better than to fire early.

After making a show of taking her time, waiting for the drink, she reached to pay only to catch sight of bills being handed over her shoulder, "On me," the deep tone said.

She smirked, "I pay my own way."

"Oh, I'm sure you do," his eyes trailed down her lithe frame, dressed in a deep maroon tube top, short black skirt and tall black boots, "But chivalry isn't completely dead."

The woman dropped bills on the bar, covering her drink and tip before turning to fully face her prey, "Let's just get to the point, shall we? Not a damned thing about it was chivalrous. So why don't we cut to the chase? We're wasting time here, when we could be elsewhere."

"Oh really?" His interest was clearly piqued, but he wasn't quite certain they were on the same page just yet.

The woman stepped closer to him, pressing her body against his. Her lips trailed his ear as she spoke in a breathless whisper, "Yeah ... really..."

By this time, the bartender had long gone about their business. The man looked down into the woman's eyes, "Do I get a name?"

"Why bother? Not like you'll need to remember it in the morning."

A Hotel in Port Oakes

Settling on neither her place or his, the two simply walked to a nearby seedy hotel. Their voices of lust, ecstasy, and pleasure filled the air. Their cries of release echoed over, and over, and over again.

Every once in a while a good hunt just put her in the mood for a good ****.

To the man she'd chosen, it was the best investment he'd ever made in a hotel room.

She waited for the first signs of sleep from the man next to her as she'd been pretending to sleep herself. She soon heard the deep, even breathing ad rolled off the bed. The arm that had been placed around her simply fell to the mattress.

She padded to her clothes, and slipped them on, electing to carry the boots. Seconds later, all trace of her was gone....

((Sorah, your writing is addicting! Can't wait to read more. Would love to get involved, but just not sure how just yet. Looks like the story is progressing well thus far. And, actually, you inspired me to consider making my own open rp thread to a similar character of mine. Great stuff!))

((We're still due another chapter yes o.o >.>))