Okay people, this is what of a few of the technical rules. First of all You all should be aware as using an actual Game system and playing turns. 1.) I know threads are open and not as strict youve been waiting for. Creativity is VERY welcome just dont try blowing up the than a science so please keep that in mind.
With something open like this it will be an art more obviously harm or kill your character, something stupid, your character WILL be harmed or killed.). 4.) I dont kill P.C.s, Players kill their own P.C.s (If you do something that will world!!! I will be actively G.M.ing the thread. Of course in a more open environment, where you all can write game the G.M. In a real turn based on the forum in any practical manner.
handles all the NPCs actions but that wont work in the details this rule is subject to some fine tuning. 5.) The tech level will be more advanced than currently available publicly and aliens have been anything else yet. 6.) Cant think of and set up.----------------------------------- Okay, now for the setting to the Earth but that information has yet to be released to the nations citizens.
America has seen the emergence of a few costumed what many still call Vigilantes in tights. At first the country had mixed rections to in the U.S. Recently a high ranking official crime fighters and of course Villains have followed. department of Homeland security came as Chryogen was actually his alias identity.
He revealed that the costumed hero known publicly separate terrorist organizations since the year 2002. Chryogen had been responsible for bringing down two out of the closet. With this new revelation the public at large that displayed inherent Super Powers. government enacted equal rights laws for humans powers, Chryogen was released from the D.H.D.
With the display of effective application of his reevaluated their attitudes toward such heroes. and given permission to organize the first humans will be the first of its kind to be recognized and not pursued by police at large. So far no others have been willing to take the responsibility for such a group and this force of Super who join him will be pioneers and at the mercy or justice of the current legal system. The laws governing such an organization are still being legislated on Capitol hill and as such Chryogen and any official Super law enforcement agency.
The news announcement broadcast within the last few weeks his new facility in Virginia directly across from the Pentagon. Chryogen is looking for founding team members to join him in free number to his office line has been published. Open application via Personal interview has been announced and the toll has raised eyebrows all across the nation. citizens and Legal residents are welcomed to apply.
who think they can help may help will be evaluated as long as they apply. Super humans are especially encouraged to heed the call though all who of the U.S. i dont know who or what this 0,100,75,0,0,0,0,100;Gloves-lft:1,75,0,0,0,0,100,75,0,0,0,0,100;Gloves-rt:1,75,0,0,0,0,100,75,0,0,0,0,100;Coat:1,75,0,0,0 ,0,100,75,0,0,0,0,100;Belt:1,0,60,0,0,100,100,0,40 ,0,0,100,100;Leggings:1,75,0,0,0,0,100,75,0,0,0,0, 100;Foot-lft:29,0,40,70,90,0,100,75,0,0,0,0,100;Foot-rt:29,0,40,70,90,0,100,75,0,0,0,0,100;Pants:1,0,40 ,70,90,0,100,75,0,0,0,0,100;Weapon-lft:9,0,40,70,90,0,100,75,0,0,0,0,100;Weapon-rt:11,0,40,70,90,0,100,0,10,70,90,0,100;Back:7,0,1 0,70,90,0,100,0,40,70,90,0,100;Background:1,0,20,0 ,0,0,100,0,50,0,0,0,100;Companion:8,0,10,70,90,0,1 00,0,30,60,0,90,100;# FantasyHumanoidMale*Fosh*Skin:19,0,10,70,90,0,100, 0,70,60,0,90,100;Eyebrows:12,0,40,70,90,0,100,0,40 ,70,90,0,100;Eyes:2,75,0,0,0,0,100,75,0,0,0,0,100; Nose:3,75,0,0,0,0,100,75,0,0,0,0,100;Mouth:4,0,10, 70,90,0,100,0,10,70,90,0,100;Mask:1,0,20,0,0,0,100 ,75,0,0,0,0,100;Beard:1,0,40,70,90,0,100,75,0,0,0, 0,100;Hair:3,0,40,70,90,0,100,75,0,0,0,0,100;Headg ear:1,75,0,0,0,0,100,75,0,0,0,0,100;Undershirt:1,7 5,0,0,0,0,100,75,0,0,0,0,100;Overshirt:1,75,0,0,0, maybe a story or scene or character Bio.
Well, the idea is to post a pic and guy does but here he is: so that you can play the the character is and what it can do....:redgrin: This of course would require you to know who to rule this character out.... Untill you can do that I'll have character on the thread.
::sound of exit door for your approval.} {Background info humbly submitted and began to grumble. Julia switched off the TV closing behind character:: "Vigilantes in tights my sweet ! Where do these
vigilantes..." days watching TV in an otherwise abandoned building on the edges of New Orleans's Carrollton District. As her voice trailed off, Julia reflected on the events that had led to her spending her people get off?!? We don't all wear tights... She really hadn't led a took her rather useless Liberal Arts degree, and signed up for the army. She had just barely meked out a B average in high school and college, her student loans, so why not?
Hell, they were going to pay off remarkable life upon reflection. Then September 11th the many soldiers stationed in Afghanistan. Within a few months, Julia was one of really. Not too bad, happened.
She liked the thrill involved liked the kill back then, too. Now that she thought about it, she a cave sytem outside Kabul. Her company was sent to investigate in guerilla fighting. Fairly routine--usually by the time they got there, the Taliban time.
But not this over only a few members of her company were left. The firefight had lasted all night, and when the battle was fighters and Al Queda operatives were long gone. The Afghan fighters had been any more Afghanis came hoping to pick them off. She had been posted just inside the cave entrance in case boot, when she heard a shout and an explosion somewhere in the caves below.
She'd been standing around for almost 3 hours, drawing circles in the sand with her wiped out completely. Before she could react, a cloud of strange-looking noxious chemical weapons factory. The explosion had been a chemicals began to manifest, Julia had been given a medical discharge. Her company died in the blast, and when the effects of the gas washed over her, and she passed out.
Effects of the how drastic those effects were. I wonder if they even realized code name. She'd taken a new chemicals. The Phantom crime organizations, private parties...
She'd done hits for various who the real authorities could never touch. only taking jobs where the mark was somebody Assassin. There had to be some sort the jobs, the more sense it made to go ahead and call. The more Julia thought about who her usual targets were, and why she took it was to be calling Supers "Vigilantes in tights".
At the very least, she could tell them how stupid of real justice, after all. Julia got out of her tattered chair and spectrum around her body and made herself invisible. Just before leaving the building, she shifted the light and had to be careful. She was still hiding from the Yakuza, pulled the mask up around her face.
She walked the three blocks to the a few times... The phone line clicked office of Chryogen. "You have reached the nearest payphone and dialed the number. He is currently either
"Chryogen here.. you're calling me for an interview..." You used this number so I hope away fro..." Joshua LeBlanc hadn't always his over-confident bravado would have been simply a minor annoyance to those few who he called friends. There was a time when his trademark white wardrobe would have only drawn the most curious of stares and different - though his changes were hardly normal.
But, times change, and people change, and LeBlanc was no been infamous. He didn't quite remember how it came about - he simply never noticed them before. weren't there the whole time, and that hustlers the city had ever known, and wasn't doing that badly, considering. He had been shooting pool, testing his skill against one of the best he wasn't completely sure that his .
He was lining up a bank shot to sink the nine when a drunk at the bar began to shout and between the pair in an attempt to separate them long enough to make his shot. His table only a few feet away from the inebriated couple, LeBlanc stepped in, thrusting his cue had broken loose. Seconds later, all hell swear loudly at his date, a short blonde lady who must have been old enough to be LeBlanc's mother. The man began swinging at LeBlanc with anything he could darting in once in a while to land a blow to the man's head.
LeBlanc got out of range quickly, using his cue to keep the man at a distance, tactics, and threw caution to the wind, charging forwards. Soon, the drunkard got really angry at LeBlanc and his get his hands on - bottles, barstools, et cetera. The thing was - man was coming, but his assailant didn't stop or change direction. He had stepped to the side as soon as he saw the arms around nothing and throwing himself to the floor.
He kept barrelling onwards in a straight line, wrapping his huge LeBlanc wasn't there. The drunk seemed honestly surprised that LeBlanc barstool, paying the bartender for damages from the drunk's wallet. LeBlanc helped the dazed man to his feet and back to a subconcious, and had gone unnoticed. The first use of his power was wasn't where he should have been.
He did notice eventually, bloomed into full-blown telepathy with the span of a few days. In fact, what had started as a instinctive reaction to a dangerous situation soon developed whole new levels of potential. But the original manifestation - LeBlanc's unique trademark - of course. He refers to them as 'Blank Images,' psychic suggestions to the optical centers the image becomes whatever is prominent in the person's mind (or, in some instances, subconscious) at the time.
Other than this they are completely blank, as the rest of the information is filled in by the victim, and to use his skills to his advantage. From this he took the moniker "Eidolon," and began of the target's brain, giving the impression of motion and mass. It wasn't too long before people broadcast it live on the evening news. A reporter discovered his dark little secret, and for vandalism, even going as far as tossing firebombs through his windows.
Things got heated rather quickly after that, as 'pro-human' activists started targeting LeBlanc's home realized what he was. So he decided it was time to move on - he had heard about a government like he had somewhere else to go. Virginia would be a trek, but it wasn't very nice. I lik it X, program designed for people like him, and thought he might see what that was about.
He will be able to find the building very easily either a thrill-seeker. Crawford had always been mostly by fast cars and fast women. Although it in his young days was comprised by asking in the area or making the call. Son of a millionaire father, he had a passion for hunting.
As he grew older, he gained army, he was immediately sent to sniper school after boot camp. He was a natural with his rifle, and when he volunteered for the the world ahead of him. During the Iraq campaign, he scored the highest comfirmed officer ways to develop himself, but it wasnt until he traveled to africa, that he again should feel the exitement of the hunt. After doing career for a few years more, he, as usual, got bored with his life, and decided to seek new and more exiting pay large sums to be able to hunt them, but he didnt care.
He especially liked the big cats, and because they were endangered species he had to kill-rate, and was awarded the distinguished service cross. He hunted lions, leopards Jaguars and traveled the Indian jungle hunting tigers. He traveled to the amazon jungle in brazil to hunt he returned to africa. It should be 2 years before and Panthers.
A tiger almost killed him, and he was hospitalized for stalking his favorite game, the black panther. When he did, he immediately headed for the jungle, that his fate was sealed. It was on a long hunt quite some time, in an indian backwater hospital. He had found a particularly days, until one day the panther attacked him.
They played a game of cat and mouse for deprived him of his rifle. It came out of nowhere and cunning panther male. He now had only his at the same time, he dealt it an awesome wound with his knife. They fought for almost an hour, before the panther finally wounded him severely, but all but dead.
There they lay, both knife for defence. But the panther was something leap had made it, special. Perhaps some freak mutation or evolutionary single days rest, it was once again standing up. Because its wounds were healing fast, and after just a out of the ordinary.
But even more remarkably, retrovirus, it had transferred it to William, along with other feline genes. The panther had been carrying a special mutation, and by means of a he named Shadow, seamed to bond. Even more amazingly, William and the panther, which so was William. They lived in the jungle for nearly a acute hearing, great sence of smell and an incredible balance and coordination.
He was faster, stronger, more agile and had keen eyesight even at night, once again see the States. But deep within him he longed to year, and Williams powers was groving. So he sailed back in his yacht taking Shadow with him, and while docked in the Miami ultimate thrill. This would be the in the urban jungle.
Now, it is hunting season harbor, he heard the latest news: They were looking for heroes to battle superpowered villains. The tour group stopped in front of a skeleton of some massive prehistoric the tour guide, a man in his early twenties. "Okay, guys, who can tell me what this is?", asked a very famous Tyrannosaurus. "Exactly! This is actually animal, its jaws opened wide, revealing row upon row of dagger-like teeth.
It even has its Any guesses?" lady that discovered her. No, she's called 'Sue', after the own name. And you'll be seeing a lot more of you up, so I'll see you all then.
Now, it looks like your parents are here to pick filtered out of the museum's hall. "Bye, Steve!", called the children, as they Sue, and hearing all about her, tomorrow. Steve Tyrell, the tour guide, leaned against Field Museum's Summer Program. Another productive day of the Chicago had just overwhelmed him.
The entusiasm of the kids an information kiosk, and sighed. Of course, all kids did. He still shoulder, and he jumped. A hairy hand clapped on his love dinosaurs.
Whirling around, he saw that the hand belonged kids today, Steve. "Saw you with those natural." You're a to Mike Stern, the museum's chief paleontologist. "Ah, I just gave them the tour I would things for tomorrow, though.
Had to leave a few got lost in the pterosaur exhibit." I planned to cover Sue today, but Maureen have wanted when I was their age. "I can tell I made the bone out of the wrappings. Say, we just got a new a look?"
Want to take right choice in hiring you. "Does a Carnotaurus crap preserved like this." I've never seen a skull me. "You're telling in the woods?"
I've been everywhere - the Gobi, Hell creek, Ghost Ranch, the like Dilophosaurus, but the crest doesn't look familiar." "What is it? It looks like an ceratosaur, "New species. Morrison Formation - I've never seen anything like it." Gorgosaurus horneri. wouldn't have heard about it."
It hasn't been published yet, so you cold fossil, feeling every nodule and ridge on the gnarled skull. Wow..." Almost in a trance, he laid his hand on the Suddenly, an image popped into his head - a and it stared at him, face-to-face. Its long forearms knocked him to the ground., be Gorgosaurus, he thought, his heart racing.
By the crest on its skull, it must dinosaur, five times his height, charging him. And thren, just as suddenly, like you just sat on a Compsagnathus." "Whoa, you all right there? You look guess. "Yeah, I'm...fine, i he was back.
They found the whole skeleton be shipped out from Botswana for another month. "Yeah, our team found it, but the rest won't forearms? And four digits on each hand?" "Did the Gorgosaurus, by any chance, have unusually long of this thing, right?" How'd you know Steve."
Anyways, good night, shared with Jack Van Smit, his room mate. Steve raced home, to the small, cramped apartment he that?" The soundtrack from "Halo II" blared, and science-fiction sound effects blared as Jack. "Not much, on my feet.
Spent most of the day a blond-frosted head popped up from behind the battered couch. I think I'll turn it's six. "Turn in? Diude, called, she wants to do something tonight." You haven't even eaten yet! And Liz in now, actually."
"No way I'd be up With that, he staggered off to bed. Call her up, tell her I can't make it." another nerd - hey! You listenin' to me, T-Rex?" He was answered by Steve's slamming bedroom door. But listen, a nerd like you has to work extra hard to keep a babe like her, even if she is for anything tonight, Jack. Paleontologists." He sighed, and returned over the Chicago landscape.
A pounding, primordial rain washes sky into jagged shards. Lightning flashed occasionally, cutting the to his alien-destroying duties. And, tonight, for the first time in 100 million of the jungle. The rain reminds him smells, but it is a jungle, nonetheless.
The city is full of unfamiliar sounds and years, the night belongs to the predator. A jungle full hears a scream. Far in the distance, he the predator's friend. And the scream is of prey.
He leaps from building to huge claws into the concrete when he miscalculates a jump. He uses his tail for balance as he glides, and digs his could have, he reaches his destination. In a few minutes, faster thsan any human building, following the scream. Even in the darkness and the them.
He can smell them. He can taste rain, he can see them. There are three a female. Two males, and know whether they are attempting to mate or feed.
the males are attacking the female, but he does not of them. The sight of it, however, below the surface. Something that waits, just into the narrow concrete canyon. With a mighty roar, he leaps down awakens something in him.
All three of them look, up, but their male into a brick wall. He spins around, thowing the smaller his mouth. Blood trickles from senses are not as good as his. The predator is tempted, but claw, and drives it into the predator's side.
The other male, however, draws out some sort of metal male across the face with his claws. He roars in pain, and slashes the other something holds him back. The male yells, and the male's arm, the sharp head-creast breaking the bone. The predator, however, counters with a blow from his head into males run.
In pain, both charges him. The predator turns to the female, who still cannot you. "Oh, thank, hood of her raincoat, and sees the predator. Whatever you want, I'll - " She lowers the get a good look at her savior.
And screams. not follow. The predator does stands there, and he wonders who he is. The rain pounds on his leathery, striped hide as he Steve stared at his skin melted into sofe, pink flesh.
Finally, the last patch of pebbly, green after, of course, he got his bearings, and made his way back home. It had taken him the better part of an hour to change back - hand, and concentrated. The events of the past night seemed to be a dream - but he could control it. But he didn't know whether control himself when he was...that thing...Theropod.
Sure, he could change back, but could he his torn clothes and the rapidly-healing wound in hisd side proved otherwise. A voice called from be late for work!" "Hey, Captain Cretaceous! You're gonna Jack. "Yeah, i'm coming, the hall.
I...I just have to make the Television. He lay, drunken, watching he was too drunk to notice. Chryo's commercial showed up a few times, but a phone call." He slept the television on, awoken, aspirin, and called to schedule a meeting with Chryo.
"Wha? Super Heros? Errg, my head!" Jared downed a few Chryo's office door. A knocking came at sober, by Chryo's commercial. "Come in." Jared stumbled in, obviously disliking the sunlight, though the raised an eyebrow. "Ex-vampire." Hearing this, chryo to become a hero.
"What are your reasons for wanting sun was just creeping over the horizon."What's your name." "To repay humanity for all the helpless a reformed villian." Think of me as the code. And, of course, lives lost by my hands.
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{She tends to hunt those sorts kind of Public Relations Nightmare that Chryogen *doesn't* want! I don't know, this team, so far, sounds like it's exactly the to shreds, it looks like MY first choice is out... I'll give it some thought,
and be back...