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by Esternial » Sun Aug 12, 2012 5:41 pm
by Nude East Ireland » Sun Aug 12, 2012 5:53 pm
by Nude East Ireland » Sun Aug 12, 2012 6:02 pm
by Rupudska » Sun Aug 12, 2012 6:05 pm
Hladgos wrote:Scantly clad women, more like tanks
seem to be blowing up everyones banks
with airstrikes from girls with wings to their knees
which show a bit more than just their panties
by Nude East Ireland » Sun Aug 12, 2012 6:08 pm
by Olthar » Sun Aug 12, 2012 6:08 pm
by Nude East Ireland » Sun Aug 12, 2012 6:11 pm
by Malshan » Sun Aug 12, 2012 6:40 pm
Rupudska wrote:Hetland 2 wrote:
You catch on quick. That's why I like you. :)
I'm kidding of course you aren't a thing. You're a person.
Dude, don't insult the werefurry.
Rupudska wrote:RP Sample: Let me in, or we take another third of Mexico.
Rupudska wrote:You're NS's Wolfman, therefore your argument is negated due to bias.
"Sarcasm works so much better when you can look down your fire-breathing nose at someone." -Callistan Sairias
by Nude East Ireland » Sun Aug 12, 2012 6:48 pm
Malshan wrote:RP Sample: Do I really need one?
by Malshan » Sun Aug 12, 2012 6:55 pm
Rupudska wrote:Hetland 2 wrote:
You catch on quick. That's why I like you. :)
I'm kidding of course you aren't a thing. You're a person.
Dude, don't insult the werefurry.
Rupudska wrote:RP Sample: Let me in, or we take another third of Mexico.
Rupudska wrote:You're NS's Wolfman, therefore your argument is negated due to bias.
"Sarcasm works so much better when you can look down your fire-breathing nose at someone." -Callistan Sairias
by Constaniana » Sun Aug 12, 2012 7:23 pm
Ameriganastan wrote:I work hard to think of those ludicrous Eric adventure stories, but I don't think I'd have come up with rescuing a three armed alchemist from goblin-monkeys in a million years.
Kudos.
by AETEN II » Sun Aug 12, 2012 7:24 pm
"Quod Vult, Valde Valt"
Excuse me, sir. Seeing as how the V.P. is such a V.I.P., shouldn't we keep the P.C. on the Q.T.? 'Cause if it leaks to the V.C. he could end up M.I.A., and then we'd all be put out in K.P.
Nationstatelandsville wrote:"Why'd the chicken cross the street?"
"Because your dad's a whore."
"...He died a week ago."
"Of syphilis, I bet."
by Constaniana » Sun Aug 12, 2012 7:25 pm
Nude East Ireland wrote:Esternial wrote:You didn't read the OP, did you?
No, I just chose not to do the Powergrid thing right now. I'm more busy on figuring out how the fuck I'm supposed to be up and showered and dressed by 8 in the morning, as well as the detailed and nice little backstory and history of the Seward family and how they actually got money and a castle, instead of last time when it was just "Damien's rich, because Batman". .
Ameriganastan wrote:I work hard to think of those ludicrous Eric adventure stories, but I don't think I'd have come up with rescuing a three armed alchemist from goblin-monkeys in a million years.
Kudos.
by Nightkill the Emperor » Sun Aug 12, 2012 7:46 pm
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.
by Nightkill the Emperor » Sun Aug 12, 2012 7:48 pm
Shadyrya wrote:Oh my holy lord...
Name: Alexandre Kruskeyov
Age (Actual): 17
Age (Appears): 17
Race: Werewolf
Appearance (Picture or good description): Tall, angular features, black hair and eyes. 6'3, 180 lbs. Lithe.
Powergrid/Powers:
Can transform once a day; fully controls this.Strength: 3
INT: 4
DUR: 5
FS:6
SPE:3
Magic:
Lvl 3 shapeshifting.
Weaknesses (Optional, but you could get more points if you do this): Horrible with people.
Personality: Quiet, reserved, has very little empathy. Enjoys books and running, as well as the occasional fight.
History: Alexandre was born your normal kid; playful, energetic, and mildly annoying. His father was a quiet alcoholic who worked for a Russian bank; his mother was a beautiful, kind stay-at-home mama who nurtured him like none other. Alex grew up in a small private school on the outskirts of Moscow; he was usually the hub of all the atention, being loved by most. His teachers always complimented him on his intelligence; however, when he got to middle school, he started being beat up by the other kids. His dad, a fencer and master of ju-jitsu, told him to fight back and taught him everything he knew. All day, every weekend and school break, combat was ingrained in him. Still naturally smart, he didn't spend near as much time on his schoolwork and rusted intellect-wise.
A new chapter began for Alex on the fateful day of January 19th, 2015. Alex was in the woods, walking and throwing punches at invisible targets, when something pounced on him. It looked wolf-like, but was standing on it's hind legs and had retractable claws. It quickly ripped his chest into shreds; Alex screamed in pain. The wolfish monster seemed to feel empathetic; it got up and ran off. Looking up, Alex noticed the moon was blood-red....
He woke in a hospital, pain racing throughout his body. As morphine was pumped into him, the pain didn't subside; it became worse. Alex screamed, told them to stop, but he was regarded as feverishly delusional and the drugs were put into his veins every twenty minutes. Alex broke the I.V, and rage coursed through him. Sprouts of fur grew out of him, his face elongated, his heart felt like shit, and a reddish haze came over his vision. Claws came from his hands-no, paws- and he used them to kill the closest nurse. Blood sprayed over Alex's face; he made a sound vaguely like laughing and rampaged throughout. His mother came in front of him, begging him to stop; Alex picked her up, threw her against the wall, and literally ripped her head off. A dart flew into him; three actually, coming from what was later told to be a tranquilizer gun.
Alex woke on a bed in a comfortable dormitory; he stood, confused. He wandered throughout the massive campus, that seemed to be a school, and eventually stumbled on a formal looking man. he was told he was at the famous Elven High. Alex questioned him; he had no idea what 'Elven High' was, and was told the story. It was revealed to him that he was a being known as a werewolf- and via slow, progressive therapy, he was told and recovered from the fact that he had murdedred his mother. Finding a suitcase with a note from dad saying this;Son, I am gonna miss you like nothing else. But you are a creature now; you're supernatural, or so I've been told. This is a good place for you; they'll teach you to use these new powers of yours.
Dad
Inside the thing was a masterfully crafted sword. It was slightly wider than a rapier, yet thinner that a longsword; on the blade, inscribed in Russian, was this.
Skilled and Brave, the Kruskeyovs Stand
Alex smiled half-heartedly; his 'education' was to begin.
RP Sample: The Walking Dead: Survivor Stories, Vampire; The Masquerade, a couple of my own, lots of II threads.
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.
by Nightkill the Emperor » Sun Aug 12, 2012 7:49 pm
Malshan wrote:Name: Namekus Ulveaktig
Age (Actual): 16
Age (Appears): 16
Race: Strange mixture of wolf god and human. Parents: Fenrir and some random human.
Appearance (Picture or good description):
Powergrid/Powers:
INT 3
STR 4
SPD 5
DUR 4
FS 5
+5 from Magic.
Magic:
Level 3 shapeshifting: from Wolf form to Human and back.
Weaknesses (Optional, but you could get more points if you do this): Constant cognitive dissonance from the conflict between his wolfish instincts and his human mind; resulted in Namekus developing a case of dissociative personality disorder: one Human, one Wolf, and one ruling over the two as a combination. Like the angel and the devil sitting on opposite shoulders. Except these apparitions are more strong willed and can exert control over him if he's not careful. In such cases, Namekus blacks out and awakens with no memory of what transpired.
Personality: Playful, ambitious, territorial, prideful, slightly on the hyperactive side.
History: Namekus was the result of an encounter between Fenrir and a human which had wandered into his territory. Instead of eating her like he normally would have, Fenrir took a liking to this human. Events transpired and nine months later, Namekus was born.
For years he was kept unaware of his lineage up until the point that his split personalities formed from his constant attempts to suppress his instincts. After waking up in the middle of a forest with a human arm lying next to him and blood in his mouth, his mother informed him that he was the spawn of Fenrir.
Now knowing that he isn't entirely human, Namekus attempted to reconcile his conscious minds and left home, leading to the mental incarnations of his human side and his wolf. Still struggling, he eventually figured out how to control the shifts between forms and began training himself. About a year later, he met a man whom he immediately took an interest in. This man taught him many things ranging from tracking to hunting to fighting. Then he simply disappeared, leaving Namekus wandering the world. Eventually he made his way to Elfen High.
RP Sample: Do I really need one?
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.
by Nightkill the Emperor » Sun Aug 12, 2012 7:50 pm
Astrolinium wrote::o
Name: Allen Manischewitz
Age (Actual): 17
Age (Appears): 17
Race: Human
Appearance (Picture or good description): http://i50.tinypic.com/20zpjsj.jpg
Powergrid/Powers:
INT 4
STR 1
SPD 2
DUR 2
FS 2
Magic Levels: Level 4 Gay Powers
Level 4 Sound Manipulation
Weaknesses (Optional, but you could get more points if you do this): If he hears the music of Gustav Mahler or Yoko Ono then his sound manipulation ability is weakened. Also, he tends to rely overly much on brass instruments to channel his sound manipulation abilities.
Personality: Allen is awkward, insecure, and tends to be somewhat introverted. He tries to be highly logical, but fails at doing so, and is really sort of a big nerd. He totally never uses sarcasm, like, come on, guys, and he's also a bookworm. He feels a special affinity for all things music and is also quite homosexual.
History: Allen was born in 2001 in Wilmington, North Carolina, to Harry and Edna. He lived near downtown, and one of his favorite haunts was the Black Cat Shop, down by the river. He had a fairly normal (if normal can apply to something wholly abnormal) time growing up in that city - he played trumpet in the school band, he secretly longed for his male classmates, and he found that he suddenly had awesome powers. He could manipulate sounds to produce brilliant music, or to cause pain (he found that one out by accident while angrily playing his trumpet). He had the ability to... well, I haven't figured out what gay powers should be yet, but it sounds awesome.
Anyhow, when he discovered his powers, his parents did some stuff that would ICly make sense that ended up with him going to Elfen High.
RP Sample: But... Night... I thought what we had was special?
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.
by Nightkill the Emperor » Sun Aug 12, 2012 7:51 pm
Olthar wrote:Alright, I looked over the power system, and I have some suggestions. <snip>
EDIT: In retrospect, it's actually pretty fine. I'd still knock out the bonus points for old players, though.
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.
by Olthar » Sun Aug 12, 2012 7:51 pm
by Nightkill the Emperor » Sun Aug 12, 2012 7:51 pm
Nude East Ireland wrote:Name: Damien P. Seward
Age (Actual): 14
Age (Appears): 14
Race: Human
Appearance (Picture or good description): Picture
Powergrid/Powers: Skills and abilities of a human of above-average training in hand-to-hand combat and fencing
Weaknesses (Optional, but you could get more points if you do this): Basically, anything that can harm or kill a human being
Personality: Damien is outgoing, and not afraid to speak his mind. In his opinion, anyone who dislikes him can, in his own words, "Sit on a fence post and tell me how the splinters taste." Smart-mouthed, arrogant, and perverted also come to mind, when thinking of this young, spoiled man.
History: Since the late 19th century, the Seward family has owned a shipping industry rightly named the Seward Trading Organization, which has its own roots in the British East India Company. Started up by Damien's great grandfather, Dr. John Seward, the company made enough money to allow the good doctor and his wife to retire, leaving the company to their son Abraham. With his notable skills in the arts of international trade, Abraham brought to the Seward family a vast fortune. To house his family of nine children, Abraham bought and renovated Dover Castle, as well as the surrounding areas, in Dover, England. He continued to own Seward Trading until his death, in 1972. He chose one of his sons, Kent Seward, over his other son Owen. Kent bore a child of his own, a spoiled little child named Damien, who cursed like a sailor since his toddler years. Raised by a nanny for most of his life, Damien was barely phased when his father died in a plane accident on a business trip to India, and his mother's following mental breakdown and transport to a mental ward in Arkham, Massachusetts. The company was put in the control of Owen, who soon taught Seward to fight and fence. He also revealed to Seward a dark secret of the family; since the time of great grandfather John Seward, the family had passed down training and weapons used to combat demons and vampires. Damien was skeptical, but when his uncle was burnt alive by a vampire during a mission to Tunisia, Damien decided to use his uncle's resources.
Now the only member of the Seward family not in a broken state, Damien decided to take over the family company and begin his life as a secret demon hunter. However, their lie one problem; he finds himself unable to take over the company lest he has a high school education. And thus, Damien is enrolled into a high school, where he hopes to get it over with by peeping and drinking instead of doing actual work.
RP Sample: There was an RP about a high school where demons and angels went, and where Lilith was a teacher, British occult figure and Ozzy Osbourne legend Mr. Crowley was the principal, and a perverted vampire hunter sacrificed himself in a battle with Morgan le Fey. Can't remember the name though.
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.
by Astrolinium » Sun Aug 12, 2012 7:53 pm
Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Astrolinium wrote::o
Name: Allen Manischewitz
Age (Actual): 17
Age (Appears): 17
Race: Human
Appearance (Picture or good description): http://i50.tinypic.com/20zpjsj.jpg
Powergrid/Powers:
INT 4
STR 1
SPD 2
DUR 2
FS 2
Magic Levels: Level 4 Gay Powers
Level 4 Sound Manipulation
Weaknesses (Optional, but you could get more points if you do this): If he hears the music of Gustav Mahler or Yoko Ono then his sound manipulation ability is weakened. Also, he tends to rely overly much on brass instruments to channel his sound manipulation abilities.
Personality: Allen is awkward, insecure, and tends to be somewhat introverted. He tries to be highly logical, but fails at doing so, and is really sort of a big nerd. He totally never uses sarcasm, like, come on, guys, and he's also a bookworm. He feels a special affinity for all things music and is also quite homosexual.
History: Allen was born in 2001 in Wilmington, North Carolina, to Harry and Edna. He lived near downtown, and one of his favorite haunts was the Black Cat Shop, down by the river. He had a fairly normal (if normal can apply to something wholly abnormal) time growing up in that city - he played trumpet in the school band, he secretly longed for his male classmates, and he found that he suddenly had awesome powers. He could manipulate sounds to produce brilliant music, or to cause pain (he found that one out by accident while angrily playing his trumpet). He had the ability to... well, I haven't figured out what gay powers should be yet, but it sounds awesome.
Anyhow, when he discovered his powers, his parents did some stuff that would ICly make sense that ended up with him going to Elfen High.
RP Sample: But... Night... I thought what we had was special?
I can tell this is a WIP because of your incomplete history and the fact I have no fucking clue what Super Gay Powers are.
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