No Room For Heroes Anymore.
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Thread Topic: No Room For Heroes Anymore.
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It's 20XX (Insert numbers there, it's the future, who gives a f---) and crime is rampant. Self-appointed 'heroes' scatter in an attempt to put an end to their charades, jailing thugs and gangs left and right. Every day, more and more criminals are put to jail and/or executed. It's time for old villains to step back up from retirement and show the younger crowd how it's done around here.
We will play as villains who were all once very well known super villains coming out of 'retirement' so-to-speak.
The starting city is New Dallas, a city thriving with wealth, poverty, drugs, sex, and slime balls ready to squeeze every penny they can out of you.
Character Sheet:
Name (First, Last, Middle):
Villain Name:
Age (min 25):
Gender:
Sexuality:
Power (Please be reasonable, keep it to one power.):
Villain Uniform:
Casual Wear:
Physical Looks:
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Name: Ray Miguel Templeman
Villain Name: Cockroach
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Power: Cockroach reacts to pain 2 hours after the wound is dealt. For example, if he was shot in the chest, he wouldn't feel the pain until exactly 2 hours after the bullet pierced the skin. If his head is cut off, he won't die until 2 hours after his head was cut off, hence the name Cockroach.
Villain Uniform: The cockroach uniform is simple. It's an old fashioned LA Noire type get up. You know, suspenders, cackies, and a button up shirt. The only thing that stands out is the Dark Brown and black hazmat mask he wears under his brown trilby hat. He also wears those body holsters that some detectives wear.
Casual Wear: Pajamas with a ratty light brown house coat. When going out, he'll just replace his house coat with a equally ratty trench coat and penny loafers.
Physical Looks: Ray is a caucasian male standing at 5'7". He has a strong jaw line and a somewhat muscular build, though it's clear he doesn't work out regularly. He has eye bags due to constant sleep depravation and his eyes are usually a light pink. His hair is short like most males today, but it's somewhat messy due to Ray not caring enough about personal appearance to fix it. His teeth are also somewhat yellow, but nothing too bad. Lastly, he has 12 O'clock shadow.
Brief Backstory: Raised in the bronks, Ray had a tough life as a child. His family was poor and his judgement in character was even poorer. He made some bad friends and got caught up in some serious s---. Hooked on crack and the such at age 17, he and his friends were in major debt to a powerful drug lord in the area. The stress was too much, and to make him forget he'd just dig his debt deeper and deeper by buying more drugs and alcohol. Eventually the drug lord wasn't having any more of Ray's s--- and off-ed his friends. Piss-In-His-Pants scared, Ray gave his parents the low down and they moved to New Dallas. No one was safe though, as the drug lord got word of their whereabouts and sent men to off Ray's parents as well. Now alone and afraid, Ray ended up living in the city dump. There he scavenged for food and slept, until one day he slept next to a seemingly harmless barrel. When he woke up, cockroaches scurried off of him and he felt stronger. He soon learned of his new found powers at the age of 21, and with them sought revenge. He baited the drug lord to come after him and not only survived his henchment but also killed the drug lord himself. After dethroning him, Ray became the new leader and managed well as a highly respected mob leader until the age of 29, where he no longer found a thrill in stealing money and sex with cheap prostitutes. He retired, leaving the mob to disband over time. -
May I join?
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May I?
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both of you are a yes.
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I know you already have 3 but would you be willing to let me join? Please?
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I guess, though 4 means an increase in probability that one of you will leave the soap hanging. But whatever I guess, nobody has finished one of these things in probably 4-5 years.
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Name (First, Last, Middle): Elvin (Evie) Marqus Alice
Villain Name: Bloody Mary (Usually just Mary)
Age:28
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bi
Power: She has the ability to manipulate her blood in various ways such as shaping and solidifying it to form constructs e.g. a sword or shield. This ability is limited by her body's natural blood volume.
Villain Uniform: For her villain uniform, she wears a black t-shirt with the shoulders cut out. She wears tight black pants with part of a bit the thigh cut out and it has straps on it, she wears two black belts, one studded and the other with small studs. She wears black studded platform shoes and keeps two small automatic switchblades in the straps on her legs or in her shoes and she wears a black fabric mask (Like a surgical mask).
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Casual Wear: She usually wears faded blue jeans with the knees ripped out and an oversized grey pullover hoodie and either brown combat boots or black heels.
Physical Looks: Evie has kind of pale skin and stands at about 5'4. She has wavy dark brown hair that goes past her shoulders. She's somewhat thin and looks younger than she actually is. When she was an active villain she use to give herself an undercut starting from behind the ears so she eventually starts doing that again.
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Brief Backstory: Evie was five when she was kidnapped from her parents right from their backyard. She was very young when was taken so she doesn't remember her family or her real name, the people that took her gave her the name 'Pele'. She was sold around as a child slave, she was sold for the last time when she was 11, when she turned 11 she started to people saying she was getting too old. She was 12 she developed her powers and killed her way out of where she was being held. When she got out she picked a random name and started to work as a hitman. As she got more and more jobs as she got more well known she kept getting asked to do bigger more extravagant jobs. She was 20 when she started to take fewer jobs over time and that was around the time she got engaged. She was 22 when she stopped taking jobs altogether and she had twin girls on her 23 birthday. She had another child a few years later and recently her husband past away at the hands of some eccentric 'hero'.
Hailey:
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Haley (Hal-e):
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Name: Finn Allen Warren
Villain Name: Infinite
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Power: Thanks to a space gem implanted in his chest, he can take control of people's visual and depth perception to feed false information to the brain creating a new reality for them or create illusory places and entities that feel real.
Villain Uniform: Jackal mask, gray hoodie, black jeans, white and black boots
Casual Wear: Green hoodie, black jeans, black boots
Physical Looks: White skin, one blue eye, one hazel eye, tall, skinny, medium length black hair
Brief Backstory: Finn grew up in an average family, so average in fact that it was very boring. He got so bored that when he was 13, he decided to jazz his life up by stealing from a gas station. This stayed until her graduated school at 17, until he decided he wanted to rob someone's house. It was there when the robbery went wrong that he killed his victim and liked it. Before long, he became part of a group of mercenaries for hire at the age of 20. The last job they had was a defense for an illegal drug smuggling ring. The cops found out about it and busted in. Finn and the mercs tried to defend it but all for them except him and his best friend were killed. He escaped but the friend and most of the smugglers were arrested. Finn was depressed and spent most of his money getting plastered a bar out of depression. One day, he was walking home drunk and saw a meteor crash into a nearby field. Being drunk he walked to the meteor and touched it. There was a flash and he passed out. When he woke up, the meteor was gone and a gem was implanted in his chest. He figured out his powers and used them on the police force that arrested his friend and killed his other friends. He used this power afterwards to rob places and killed anyone in his way. When he was 25, he figured he had enough and went to a secluded location and retired. -
guess mused isn't doing this
I'll go first -
The cities multicolored lights shined down on the sidewalks of which I and multiple other humans walked upon. Sirens could be heard howling in the distance, smoke filling up the sky from some nearby building. Chaos was rampant in the streets, but we carried on as usual. Crime was the norm these days. Rape, molestation, drug abuse, theft, and murder was no surprise to anyone anymore. We had become numb, a cold husk just barely surviving for the next day.
It was beautiful.
But then these vigilantes started rearing their pretty little heads. These goody two shoes who still wallow in the ideal that hope, justice, and peace shall prevail above all else. It sickens me to my rotting core. These false heroes living in a world of self denial, telling themselves that they can inspire a change of heart in this polluted scum-bucket of a city.
This is what inspires, no, fuels me to come out of my roach den and stare down these hoity-toity losers and their c---y attitudes and put them where they belong.
Underground. -
A long time ago, I had little to worry about. I retired form a world where crime could not be stopped. Not by police or by heroes. With everyone being free to do whatever, there was hardly a need for my illusions.
However, recently, there have been some wannabe vigilantes who are disrupting this order by capturing these cowardly robbers and drug addicts and thinking they can make a difference. It's time I showed them what true evil looks like. And to show them what it really takes to be Infinite. -
The hierarchy of this town was simple, survive, and if you didn't you died. It was simple and easy, kill or be killed. And for some surviving was just a matter of being too mundane for anyone to bother but for most it was the opposite. But when people mess with that it ruins everybody's way of life and it messes up the game, and everyone hates the people that change the rules.
When I was young the need to spill blood was there, heavy like a constant weight on my shoulders until it was thrown off by a kill. When I met him the need started to fade and be suppressed but it was sort of like all the blood lust built up slowly over time and was subtle and now that the buffer was gone it was all out, the need for blood and the disbelief of the bs that was running through the town. Some stupid vigilantes running around like idiots it was aggravating, they think they're doing more good than harm, that they're making a difference. It was stupid, ridiculous.
I sat in the wide window of the apartment, legs stretched out in front and crossed over each other and back against the other end, smoke surrounding me. I watched the people below me move around in the darkness of night with only the lights of their buildings to be there guide. Silence was echoing through the apartment and dull murmurs traveled up to the window. I took a long drag from the cigarette between my fingers and then flicked it past the fire escape, a long string of orange following a but behind it. It was time for some blood to be shed. -
(I was, I haven't had the time to fill out the character sheet. I still can if you'll allow me too. Things have been hectic for me lately. I got on to do that.)
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I stopped in the middle of the walking crowd, like a stone in the middle of a ever flowing river. I needed to think. My brain got the rusty gears to grind, cogs turning and steam being exhausted from metaphorical pipes. I need a team. Bringing the old gang back together would be impossible... Who... I flipped out my flip phone and looked at the dimly lit screen as my old contacts showed up. So many old, uh.... Acquaintances.
I scroll through the list of names, my eyes quickly skimming through the wall of text. Roach #3, Roach #18, Roach #42... Oh, Papa Roach. We all got a blast out of that guy. And he got a blast out of us when we stuck dynamite down his throat after we found out he was ratting us out to the feds.
"Oh..." I finally find my last two contacts, two old fellow crime enthusiasts. Infinite and Bloody Mary. I chuckle softly and shrug. It wouldn't hurt to see how they're doing... Right...? Right.
---New Group Message Started Monday, 11:20, 2066---
Cockroach: How's tricks? Want to meet up for... Coffee?
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