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NEW SUPERPOWE
NEW SUPERPOWERS ROLEPLAY
well, i would have just joined another rp but they arent as active as i like.
so im starting my own.
hopefully.
i'm not the best rp starter, so i could use a hand.
This rp is for characters with superpowers. you can be a hero or a villain or neutral or whatever, as long as you follow a few rules.
1. your super must be a human, or humanoid at least, even if it can shapeshift, which is fine.
2. your super can have virtually any powers, within reason. for example, though your super may be impervious to bullets, or fire, it cannot be invincible. it must have a weakness.
3. you must create a bio, or description, of your character.
4. your bio must include the following: name, secret identity(optional), age, gender, appearance, personality, power(s), strengths, weaknesses, background(optional), and anything else you want to add.
MY CHARACTER:
name: Hailee
secret identity: Shadow Runner
age: 17 years
gender: girl
appearance: she always wears a black bodysuit, black gloves with needle-sharp claws poking through, boots, a black ninja-type mask, and a thin semi-transparent piece of fabric covering her eyes. thus, when you look at her, she is all black. underneath, her skin is covered in aqua-blue scales, her eyes are vivid icy blue, and she has sharp fangs. she painted her claws black to match her suit. these characteristics make her seem more reptile than human, but she wasnt always this way.
personality: meet her
powers: can shapeshift into any reptile, including the mythical ones. if she bites someone, her fangs deliver venom. she can dissolve into shadow.
strengths: shadow form is more difficult to defeat.
weaknesses: venom does not kill, only makes the victim weak and nauseas for a few moments, enough for her to escape. shadow form does not work in sunlight.
background: when she was twelve, she was bittin by a radioactive cobra, recieving her powers, and soon after was taken to a lab and experimented on, the results being her appearance, and amnesia.
submitted by Nyx, age 12 years, earth
(May 30, 2019 - 1:53 pm)
(May 30, 2019 - 1:53 pm)
Count me back in!
(January 18, 2020 - 1:38 pm)
Did I mention that I dropped out? Sorry, but this was just getting really complicated and my charries weren't really doing anything so yeah.
(January 18, 2020 - 1:53 pm)
Okay, so I’ve gotten a few requests for this rp to restart, and I’d like to do just a few things. First of all, with thirteen charries, I think we have enough for a good roleplay. I will, however, give new people… oh, say, until February 1st to join if they want to. Other than that, consider all spots filled.
Also, here’s a list of all the CBers who joined this rp, other than me. I need them to let me know if they will be dropping out and whether or not their charrie(s) are allowed to be used as NPCs.
Rogue Wildling/Porcelain Dragon, Spiffycat/Cerinthe joined but then dropped out and her charries are not allowed to be NPCs, Tafinx, Sybill, Alli, Icy, Tuxedo Kitten, Harry Pooooooootter!, and Fleet/Agent Winter.
I also would like this scene centering around the meeting to be finished as quickly as we can while still rping well, so that we can move on to whatever should come next.
~~~
Hailee/Shadow Runner~
Slayer grips my arm and pulls me off to the side, where he can talk to me without the other supers hearing. I catch Mirage and Sharpshooter's eyes trying to silently assure them that I will be fine.
"What are you doing, Shadow Runner?" Slayer hisses, as soon as we're out of earshot. "You've been telling these supers everything about us!"
"I'm trying to gain their trust!" I growl.
"Why? Planning to defect?"
I wince. That's unnervingly close to what I'm doing, and if anyone would guess that, it's Slayer. He trusts me less than anyone else on The Boss' team.
"No," I lie. "These supers seem to trust me now. I've spoken with The Boss about an ambush and have his permission to do this. Ask him to fill you in when you get back to base. And tell him I have these supers under my control now."
Slayer growls angrily. He knows I know he's almost Boss' lackey, even though they say they're partners. "Fine, Shadow Runner. But know that I'll be keeping close tabs on you and your little operation."
"No need," I wave a hand dissmissively. "Your lackey, Copycat, has already assured me she'll be doing just that."
(January 18, 2020 - 3:17 pm)
I'm still very much in!
Caelonia~
I wake up crumpled on the floor. Automatically I check where the shield is. It's... Right on the other side of the rubble??
~
(January 18, 2020 - 4:23 pm)
Get ready for... A super long post!
Slayer~~
"Very well then," I reply sharply. "I trust Copycat. But that doesn't mean I trust you."
"Already noted," Hailee snaps. "Now leave, before you make them distrust me and ruin everything."
I raise an eyebrow at her. "You seem awfully keen on getting rid of me. But very well, Shadow Runner."
With that, I step into the flames.
~~~
Poe~~
With the help of Stealth Spider, I manage to round up all of the supers. We gather near the makeshift shelter Jelina made earlier.
Jelina, Hailee, and Mirage arrive. They tell me Slayer has left, but Wraith is missing.
That's when we realize Caelania is still gone.
~~~
Wraith~~
He moved quickly towards where the rubble had collapsed. Caelania had been right here, but now she was gone. Gerard realized she must be buried under the rubble.
He managed to hear a muffled noise, not too far from where he was standing. He quickly made his way towards it, digging through the rubble.
He came across remains of what must have been a metal shield. 'She's nearby,' He thought, and then dug through the rubble quicker.
There was another small noise. Wraith pushed a large slab of concrete to the side, revealing Metalshade's head. The concrete dust had turned her hair grey, and her mask was split in half.
He pulled the rubble off her arms and legs.
She started to sit up and winced in pain, paused, and then managed to sit up. She coughed, dust coming from her mouth.
Wraith reached towards her, to help her up, when there was a shout. Wraith whirled around, and spotted a group of supers.
"It's okay!" Caelania called. "I'm okay!"
She looked at Wraith. "You might want to leave. They look like they're going to kill you," She said in a quieter voice . Gerard nodded, then teleported away, reappearing in a nearby alley.
He quietly climbed up a set of fire escape stairs. From the roof of the building, he took one last look at Caelania.
Then he was gone.
~~~
Jelina~~
We ran--well, more like stumbled, due to most of us being injured --towards Metalshade.
She seems fine, but I still wonder if Wraith was going to kill her.
We help Caelania stand. She seems fine for the most part, but was still definitely hurt when the rubble fell on her.
"We should probably leave. Lay low somewhere," Mirage suggests.
"We could go to my house," I say. "It's just out of city limits, on a quiet hill."
"You guys can go there, but I have to go back to Boss," Hailee says. "I'll see you Tuesday. In the alley near Jackson's Supermarket. "
"Some of us have to go home," Poe adds.
"Well, those of you with alter egos you need to maintain, go to your homes. Those who don't, come with me," I say.
~ ~~
(January 18, 2020 - 5:42 pm)
Caelania~
With a wave of my hand, I restore my mask to its original state. I don't mind that Wraith saw half of my face - maybe it would even help him somehow. Then, I set off for home. As I walk through shadowy alleys, my head pounds with the force of a truck's blow, and I stumble against a nearby wall. I can't go home like this. I blink away the pain, but my balance is horrible. I retract my suit into its little betal ball form, leaving me a civilian girl in regular clothes. I slip the tiny ball into my pocket. Just in time, too, because I pass out as I step onto the sidewalk.
I wake up in a hospital room with no one beside me. I check my pocket, and breathe a sigh of relief as my fingers touch the smooth surface. How did I get here?
~
(January 18, 2020 - 9:42 pm)
I’m back, with Condor! (Sorry long post)
Condor-
It was strange for Kieth to see buildings collapsed. Something that seems stable and strong can crumble at any moment. After he had helped the few supers to their feet, he became ancy and quickly flew away. Every bone, joint and muscle told him to stay away from the desolate wreckage. Yet a twinge at the back of his mind turned him back, circling about the thick soupy smoke. I the rubble he could make out another super he supposed, to be stumbling across the burning pavement. He saw them enter an ally way, and lose their balance. The super collapsed, but as he could tell it was only a civilian girl, lying in dirt. He felt compelled to help her- so he did. At first he only annomously dropped her off at the hospital, yet he couldn’t leave. He needed to stay, he felt. No one had really seen him with his helmet off - how would they know he was the Condor?
He waited in the lobby, after she was carted away. They asked him several questions, all of which he vaguely answered, but they didn’t mind since it was a mad house. He sat in the corner, hands folded, eyes red from exhaustion. He was taking a large step, from being a criminal. The clock ticked, nurses ran from one room to another. The TV in the waiting room flashed images from the collapsed building he had just left. It showed civilians crowding together, and firemen risking their lives to extinguish the flames from the perimeter.
Kieth rubbed his hands together nervously.
Was he really that bad?
~~
So basically, I was thinking he was the one who saved Caelania, and transported her to the hospital. I’m guessing he doesn’t know that she is a power, and just wants to make sure she’s ok, I guess.
(January 18, 2020 - 11:39 pm)
Poe~~
I walk down an alley, pulling off my mask and cape. I stash them in a small bag I brought with me, and start to head home.
My grandparent's house is pretty far away, and it's about three am when I finally arrive. I try to make a timeline in my head. We met at midnight, Johnson arrived at about 12:30, we were ambushed at 12:45, and then spent 1:00 to 1:45 finding everybody. And then it took me 2 hours and 15 minutes to limp all the way home.*
I quietly unlock the door using the key I always carry with me. The house is silent. Nothing seems amiss, and of course everyone is sleeping at this hour. I go to my room and change into some pajamas, hiding my concrete-dust covered suit in the closet. I step into the bathroom and pull out the first aid kit from the cupboard.
I stick some band-aids on my smaller cuts. There's one large cut on my leg, and a few minor burn scars. I put some aloe on my burns, and some peroxide on the cut. I pull the bandages out of the first aid kit and wrap the scar on my leg.
I step into the hallway, formulating a cover story for my injuries as I do. That's when a door opens and my grandmother steps out.
She takes me in, face covered in grey dust, bandages on my leg and burns on my hands.
"I can ex--" I begin, but she cuts me off.
"Don't bother, Poe. I know who you are," She winks . "Come here, and let's heal those cuts properly." Confused, I follow her downstairs. She has me lay down on a couch.
She unwraps the bandages on my leg. Her hand begins to glow and the cut begins to slowly heal. I watch in wonder.
"You know, you aren't the only one in your family who's a super, Silver Phantom," My grandmother explains. "When I was younger, I used to be hero, just like you. I was known as the white Kinght--one of the greatest and strongest supers. I had superspeed, could heal, and could speak to ghosts."
"The White Knight? The one who vanished mysteriously?" I ask. She nods.
"But then I met Abe, your grandfather. All these male supers were always trying to show off and impress me. But Abe impressed me the most, despite him not even being a super. He wasn't a show off, he was just a sweet and kind man. So I vanished, and retired, so I could be with him. And don't regret that decision for even a second, my dear," She explained . "When I was younger, I was forced to choose between good and evil. But all I wanted was a normal life, where I could use my powers for myself. After all, they were MY powers, not the WORLD's powers.
"I dream of a world where supers aren't treated as more powerful, or cooler. I want to live in a world where nobody cares if you have powers. I want to live in a world where I can choose to be neutral."
~~~
*Poe has a really powerful internal clock. It's probably one of his powers, he just doesn't recognize it as such.
Sorry Admins, it's really long!
(January 19, 2020 - 8:07 am)
Okay, here's The Boss' charrie sheet, finally!
NAME: Unknown
SECRET IDENTITY: The Boss
AGE: 45-ish
GENDER: Male
APPEARANCE: Kind of tanned skin. Very dark brown eyes. Shortish dark brown hair. Very tall and kind of thin, sharp angular features. Always wears business suit in differing shades of brown.
PERSONALITY: Kind of cruel and unforgiving air about him. Has a tendancy to speak his mind on a matter however it may be taken. Unless he purposefully decides to hide his personality, your first impression of him is how he will act around you. Almost never calls someone by their real name, choosing to use their secret identity instead, and if your si is two words, he will alternate between them. Has a kind of affection for his son Mist, but affection is tempered by the fact that Mist is also one of his employees.
POWERS: Mostly unknown, but those closer to him have witnessed him using superstrength of varying.... strengths (uh) and minor control over electricity, and he may be using his tech and certain research to alter his powers, or even strengthen them and add additional powers.
STRENGTHS: Tech-savvy. Has access to almost all of the tech he needs, and some he doesn't. Leader of small criminal organization, if it can be called that, as well as being in charge of some more powerful supers including Slayer, Mist, and Shadow Runner. Not easily distracted, even if one of his employees is in trouble.
WEAKNESSES: Doesn't know Shadow Runner is working against him, though he may suspect eventually. His drive to complete a mission, "no matter what," could be his downfall, since if someone is captured on a mission or has something similar happen to them, he is not inclined to help them.
BACKGROUND: Unknown.
OTHER: I was thinking he could be roleplayed by everyone, as in anyone could make a post from his POV, but if that would be too difficult I will just roleplay him. Also, if anyone has any objections to something on this sheet, or something to add, let me know.
(January 19, 2020 - 2:11 pm)
Jeremy/Mirage-
I led the remaining supers back towards a darkened street. There were sirens, and police helicopters circling the place, which we could only hear. Jelina lead us to her house on the city outskirts. It was still dark out and the only light were a few dim streetlights, threatening to fizzle our and leave us in complete darkness. We finally reached the house, after an hour or two of walking. By that time we were tired and hungry. We shuffled into her house. Some collapsed on the carpeted floor, utterly exhausted, and she directed us where to lay down. Most fell asleep quickly, while others refused to close their eyes.
Jelina and I were the only ones still fully awake.
“You did good out there,” I whispered.
“Thanks,” she mumbles. “I guess you weren’t so bad yourself.”
I sigh and glance around at the supers sleeping some on a couch, others in a chair.
“I’m responsible for these supers. I could have prevented the explosion- I should have caught him. And now look. We’re huddled in a corner, some of us wounded...” I trailed off.
“It’s not that bad. We’re strong... Why don’t you sleep on it?” She tossed me a pillow. I declined saying I would stay up the night, to keep watch. She shrugged.
“Actually, I’m pretty hungry,” I say as I pull out my phone, which is barely working and is covered with grime. “You like pineapple on your pizza?”
“Pizza at this hour?”
”I know a place open 24-7. Hey, what kind of chaperone do you think I am? We can’t all starve.”
———
(January 20, 2020 - 9:21 am)
Jelina~~
"Well, I didn't expect a 'responsible' adult to order pizza at two am," I say to Jeremy , with a small laugh. There's not many of us here. Just me, Jeremy, Phoenix, and Sheila/Night Sniper. Phoenix and Shelia are asleep.
Jeremy goes into the kitchen to order something off the phone.
"Hey, I'm going to head upstairs," I say. "Call me down when the food's here." Jeremy murmurs assent , and I head up to my room.
I open the window quietly, and slip out onto the roof. The night air is quiet, and the city is busy and bustling below.
I lean back and sigh. Who am I kidding? I'm not like the other supers. They all have these aspirations of being these noble, heroic saviors of the earth. They all have these wonderful reasons to be good.
But the only reason I'm here is because I'm hiding from my past, from who I really am. The Tatianas are powerful people with amazing abilities...who use those abilities for evil. Because that's what these powers are meant for. My family is a family of killers and tricksters.
And yet, here I am, too cowardly to give into my darker side. I used to tell myself it was because I was good and noble. But who am I kidding?
I'm just a fool, running from the inevitable horror of destiny.
~~~
(January 20, 2020 - 12:16 pm)
(January 22, 2020 - 5:30 pm)
Don’t let this die, guys!! I believe in us! We can keep this thing afloat!
(January 24, 2020 - 7:49 am)
I'm working on an idea for a good post from either Hailee or The Boss' POV, but I'm a little stuck. Don't worry, I have no intention of letting this die any time soon!
(January 24, 2020 - 11:36 am)
Jeremy~
I greet the pizza man from a few houses down. I’m not letting anyone come within a yard of the house we’re in. Perhaps it’s silly, but there are bad people everywhere.
I opened the pizza and breathed in the deep scent. A warm, dark feeling seeps into my memories. For some reason it reminded me of a simpler, yet malicious time in my life, when I took what I wanted when I wanted it. Money, clothes, food. Power? I was never interested in becoming famous or powerful, and yet it overtook my mind, seizing every chance to make me in control. I shuddered just thinking about it. I served my time, which was difficult to not fall into the same dark pit. But kind people helped me and now I help the police do their jobs in little ways. Sometimes they actually request my help, but rarely do they. I keep my distance and they keep theirs.
I called Jelina from the stairs. She came racing down, and we ate in the kitchen. The low hum of the fridge and the bustling city provided a soundtrack as we eat. We were both quiet. Jelina seemed a bit off put. I asked her about it, but she shrugged and said she’s just tired. Likely story, but I didnt bother her about it. We both need sleep, but I decide to stay up as long as I can. It was only a few hours until the morning, so I figured it wouldn’t hurt to rest.
Sleepily, I sit my back to the wall, head on chest and begin to sleep.
———
Hopefully this wasn’t too long.
(January 25, 2020 - 11:14 pm)