Zortel

Jane Darc, a mid-twenty something serial nerd, roleplayer, avid sci-fi and murder mystery fan, is dead. And yet lives. In a city like Paragon, this tends to mean she's out for your brains. She isn't. She'll joke about it, of course. She'll joke about anything. To someone who's dead, that's all life is, and death hasn't improved her weird sense of humor, lack of tact or removed the influences of Howard Stern and other shock jocks.

Despite those faults, she's a fun girl to be around. The 'unlife of the party', as she calls herself. And quite attractive for a cadaver. If you like pale skin and the smell of embalming fluid at times, that is. Mid-length black hair, black rimmed glasses and averagely proportioned.

What does Jane do though? As she describes herself, she is a detective, paranormal investigator ('I'm like Scully, just dead, and minus Mulder... damn."), and 'Mediator for the Living Impaired', as she calls her job title. Others would just call her a medium. Or nuts. More often than not, both. Having taken over for the now deceased Madame Midknight in her role as hero and magical girl, minus the sailor scout uniform. And trouble just seems to fall into her lap.

Saturday Night, August 19th - Kings Row.

"You know, SNL's just not been the same since Phil Hartman died..." Jane moaned as she reclined in her somewhat battered sofa chair, kindly rescued by her from the side of the road. Much like the rest of her flat, bits taken from here and there, from dumps to skips to abandoned stores.

"Then why watch it?" The small black cat sitting on her lap asked, pausing her grooming and looking a little silly in that position. Aside from the fact that the cat was talking, there wasn't that much else to distinguish her between any other normal house cat.

"Because there's not that much else on to watch, Rheu. It's an hour till the DS9 reruns on Sci-Fi, and Fox is showing all those sucky season one episodes of the Simpsons." she replied, taking a handful of popcorn from the bowl besides her and cramming it into her mouth.

"Celinda would put the Animal Planet channel on for me, or History Channel." Rheu said with a hopeful glance, putting on her best 'Adorable Kitten' expression. She usually could do this with devastating effect, but today, she clearly 'failed her charisma check' as Jane liked to quip.

"I'm not Celinda though, and I'm not putting on Big Cat Diary just so you can drool all over the tigers and lions." she teased, ruffling Rheu's fur up. With a hiss, Rheu scurried off her lap to a corner of the dark flat, illuminated only by the TV screen, to groom her fur back into place, giving her latest owner a dark glare.

"I have FINISHED my TASK." a rumble came from the corner of the room, the ground shaking a little as the eight foot tall suit of armour headed over, with... an iron in one hand? If Warforge could care, it would probably have found this a bit demeaning. Of course, it performed chores for its previous owner, Madame Celinda; the famed agony aunt, medium, horoscopist and, to put it plainly, witch, but ironing?

Jane gave a thumbs up. "Excellent, you're a star, Warforge! Go... umm... do whatever it is you do, then." she said, before turning back to the latest skit on Saturday Night Live. Rheu gave the suit of armour a long-suffering stare before curling up to doze. Warforge stood there for a moment, before speaking. "Boy."

"Hmm?" Jane asked.

"Boy." Warforge repeated.

"Warforge, what are you talking about? I'd get up to look, but... stupid rigor mortis." Jane moaned, trying to twist about.

"There's a boy... well, a ghost of a boy standing in the door to the living room." Rheu said, her eyes glowing a soft amber.

"Rheu, look boy. What do I see?" she said, with a little laugh at her own reference.

"Blonde hair, blue eyes, about six years old. Hospital gown"

"Oh god, it's the ghost of Macaulay Culkin, come to extract revenge for me pirating Home Alone 1 and 2?" Jane gasped, rolling to hide behind the sofa back.

"He isn't dead." Rheu purred, moving closer on silent paws to look at the boy.

"You seen his career lately? I have more life than that." Jane grinned, before scrambling up to look at the mysterious boy, her back in a somewhat painful position due to its current rigidity. The boy had short, curly blonde hair, and was currently floating an inch off the ground, his form flickering between being more apparent and more faint. "Help me..." the boy said in a soft, pleading voice.

"Sure thing kid, what's the 411?" Jane said, stretching out a little as she adjusted her position. "Let's start with name first, and why you're here."

"I'm Tommy... and I saw you on TV..." the boy said, shivering a little as his form flickered and faded.

"I see... and you came for an autograph? My ghost-pen is broken at the moment, sorry."

"No, there is a man! A bad man, he is hurting me and others!"

"Where is this bad man, and what is he doing to hurt you?"

"He... makes us sleep and takes... parts of us, our blood..." Tommy said, looking scared. "He is coming back! Please, get to the hospital!" he begged before vanishing.

Jane glanced at Rheu. "Sounds like a pro bono case." she sighed.

Rheu rolled her eyes as she licked her paw. "So? Get some pants on and get over to the hospital and find out what's happening." she said with a resigned voice.

"Hey, my pants are only off because watching TV in leather isn't that comfy!" Jane grumbled, stumping about a little as she worked the stiffness in her hips off, before starting to pull on the pair of purple leather pants she had bought, then the matching jacket. "Where's my hat?"

Glancing about, Rheu picked the purple duster up between her teeth and leapt towards Jane, dropping it besides her. With a grin, Jane stuck the hat on, and held her arm out. Rheu clambered up her arm to rest over he shoulder. "Alright, Hospital Mortuary coming up!" Jane said, before looking at Warforge. "Keep an eye on the place while we're gone." she waved, before the woman and cat disappeared in a somewhat coffin-shaped portal of purple and black swirling energy.

FG's got his playlist ready already.

I'll be there!

Don't make me come after my Z! I was just curious if the drawing was 121x224 or if there was a bigger version. Looks good though.

I may just be in a brain-shut off moment, but any way to get it bigger? All I get is a little thumbnail.

Alex Reed
1. Are you male or female? Bogus Man
2. Describe yourself? More Than This
3. Describe how you live? In Every Dream Home a Heartbreak
4. Describe your boy/girlfriend? Angel Eyes
5. How do you feel about yourself? Just Like You
6. Where would you rather be? Street Life
7. Describe what you want to be? For Your Pleasure
8. Describe how you love? All I Want Is You
9. How do some people feel about you? Would You Believe?
10. Share a few words of wisdom? Take A Chance With Me

Jessica Kade/Zortel:
1. Are you male or female? Girl U Want
2. Describe yourself? That's Good
3. Describe how you live? Time Out For Fun
4. Describe your boy/girlfriend? Pink Pussycat
5. How do you feel about yourself? It Doesn't Matter To Me
6. Where would you rather be? Beautiful World
7. Describe what you want to be? Baby Doll
8. Describe how you love? I Desire
9. How do some people feel about you? Soft Things
10. Share a few words of wisdom? Love Without Anger

Global Name: @Zortel
Server: Union
City of Heroes (Rarely on CoV)
RP Characters
Zortel - The Vigil (Partially Innactive)
Jessica Kade - Unaffiliated (Partially Innactive)
Juan Ross - Guardians of Destiny
Zorielle + Tessa Rolando (Partially Innactive)
Alicia, Claudia, Mona, Lisa, Xander - (Partially Innactive)
Alex Reed - The Vigil (Currently Innactive)
Fusebox/Hannah Rolando - Unaffiliated (Partially Innactive)
Number Nine - Unaffiliated (Unofficially, Guardians of Destiny?)
Rheu - Unafilliated
Warforge - Unaffiliated
Sophie Reynalds, Isaac Anderson, Maria Williams, Brooke Rosco, Tia Henderson plus others - The Mutant House (Partially Innactive)
Jane Darc - Unaffiliated
Type of RP: Statue, Supergroup Bases, Out and About. IC missions rarely.
Contact:In Game, On Forums, PM via Forums, or MSN.
Times on:Current: Daytime, evening (occasionally), when college resumes: 7pm onwards occassionally.
Timezone:BST/GMT depending on season.

*(Partially Innactive for several characters. Mutant House characters are rarely played that much unless needed by characters who know them. The Rolando Family, including Alicia, Claudia, Mona, Lisa, Xander and Jessica Kade are currently not living in Paragon City, but can commute there.)*

Syl's is Machinae Supremacy, because me and Gid seem to be the only people in this entire game who happen to listen to the band.

Jane Darc:
1. Are you male or female? Midnight Queen
2. Describe yourself? We Belong With The Dead
3. Describe how you live? Away With The Faeries
4. Describe your boy/girlfriend? All The Devil's Men
5. How do you feel about yourself? Death and the Virgin
6. Where would you rather be? Samhain
7. Describe what you want to be? Vampire Punk Rockers From Hell
8. Describe how you love? Take My Lust
9. How do some people feel about you? Kiss of Hades
10. Share a few words of wisdom? Hang Around

For the medium (MS Paint, I assume from the size of the lines) and drawing apperatus (Trackballs are evil to use, never been able to) that is extremely impressive work, Duckdee!

1. Are you male or female? China Girl
2. Describe yourself? Young Americans
3. Describe how you live? Let's Dance
4. Describe your boy/girlfriend? Cat People (Putting Out Fire)
5. How do you feel about yourself? Rebel Rebel
6. Where would you rather be? This Is Not America
7. Describe what you want to be? Wild is the Wind
8. Describe how you love? Modern Love
9. How do some people feel about you? Never Let Me Down
10. Share a few words of wisdom? Absolute Beginners.

Bloody hard to do with just one band/artist. There are lots of songs that would fit Fuse better.

Best for AoE, Elec/Fire. Lightning Ball, Short Circuit, Combustion, Fire Sword Circle, Blazing Aura, Hot Feet, and an AoE Target Nuke. Not to forget Consume for draining endurance further.

Not sure if they'd count, as the topic with them on was posted in August, even if they were done before then.

'The insps don't work' - Fire Guardian.

Dancing me, costume scouting me and Catgirl me! Great Video Blindfaith!

Hast Du etwas Zeit fuer mich
Dann singe ich ein Lied fuer Dich
Von neunundneunzig Luftballons
Auf ihrem Weg zum Horizont
Denkst Du vielleicht grad' an mich
Dann singe ich ein Lied fuer Dich
Von neunundneunzig Luftballons
Und dass sowas von sowas kommt

If you think that costume was a scary likeness (Which is rather scary, as that was an in-game representation of myself...) You should see what Zorielle Rolando herself looks like. I'll get a screenshot done later.

It's rather scary. Both are middle aged women in charge of high tech buisnesses, both have secret projects going on, both lost their significant other (Well, the Countess kind of lost hers...), long brown hair, glasses.

And this was before I even knew what she looked like or did Crey missions.

Hey, I nearly had a little cry too. :P But that's cause I'm soppy at times and can relate to those kinds of feelings.

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You Can't Spell Catz Without the Z!

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Wait... I'm now an intergral part of you?!

Was a great night, I haven't enjoyed myself that much for ages on CoH. Great music, great people and some real fun chats had. Sorry for my tendancy to reminisce about random things!

Was nice to meet forumites in game as opposed to on our namesake.

In a breakdown:
Catz and Chiefette - Crazy, crazy girls. Damn fun!
Max - High fived many a time through good choice of song.
FFM + ShadowGhost - Damn, Zortel, Miss Ellie and Grav Mistress looked good!
Infernius - I am not Countess Crey!
Silver Weasel - Eyeblinding speedo's bad, love songs for Stasis good.
Stasis - Hugs!
Cybercel - Wasn't up till 6am chatting this time.
Hoplite - Murder isn't the answer!
Those who said they don't do hugs - I've converted two people so far, I'm sure I can up my count.
That's all I can think of for now!

A good place to look is in the Union CoV forum area, for RP, or at least IC supergroups. Happy hunting!

Eastgate Park, 'The Hollows'. Saturday Night.

An abstract ideal given form and life can be a terrifying thing, as one of Requiem's platoons had found out. They had been perched on top of the hill overlooking the Red River, at one of the old look out spots. The 50 cent telescope still stood there, as did picnic tables and bins. The troops had amused themselves with sniping at anything that wasn't of their own alliegence. Until the earth behind then cracked and split open, and crawling out of the jagged maw was a massive suit of archaic, black armour inscribed with glowing runes. Fire flickered out from the edges of its joints, and a huge war axe was belted over its shoulders.

The troops started to fire at it, the bullets merely pinging off the armour, seemingly undisturbed by the attack. "I am a WEAPON. JUSTICE, VENGENCE and RETRIBUTION. These are my ASPECTS." a hollow, rumbling voice bellowed from inside the helmet, two firey eyes blazing. "I am the WEAPON, WARFORGE... and your SOULS BURN with the MARK of GUILT. You are GUILTY." the golem proclaimed, its axe rattling and trying to get free as it spoke those words. "There is only ONE for of RETRIBUTION for your CRIMES, your SINS. DEATH is the CLEANSER of all SOULS." it handed down sentance, the axe flying off its back and spinning into its hands. "I, WARFORGE, will FREE you of your GUILT, your SINS. You will be WELCOMED to OBLIVION."

And with that, the judge, jury and executioner stepped into battle, its axe swinging and cleaving through the air aflame with spiritual fire. One by one the ten guilty men fell, the axe passing harmlessly through them, the fire igniting the guilt residing in their souls. With one final swing, the butt of its axe crashed into the communications radio they had been using, the channels still open at the time.

"A touch melodramatic, hmmmmmmmmmrr?" a voice said from on top of one of the picnic benches, coming from a black cat busy grooming itself.
"I will instil FEAR into their HEARTS. To crush their MORALE with DESPAIR." Warforge replied, sheathing its axe on its back again.
"If you insist..." the cat replied, lifting up one of her back legs and starting to lick at it. "I think you should pet me, I'll enjoy that." she purred after grooming. Warforge moved over to the picnic table and knelt down, running one of its fingers over the cats back.

As long as no mysterious bracelets appear on my wrist, or finding myself unable to log out, I think I'll be fine. [img]/uk/images/graemlins/laugh.gif[/img]

I suggest that they replace Maestro with Fire_Guardian for a week.

Wait, that means we'd be beating him up...

I just hope it lasts a while, I'm now free to dispense randomness and oppinion instead of possessing/asking politle of other people to post.

If they're not roleplayers, then yes, it's rather rude.
If they're RP'ers and don't know OOC, then it's also rather rude, but still not as rude as above.
If they're RP'ers and know and are fine with it OOC, knock yourselves out.