Al_Papavich

Al Papavich noticed Jill kept digging into her pockets. He was sobering up at the time and the club died down just a bit, so that you could walk around easily. He wasent sure what to make of Jill, and Gale had been gone for over two and a half hours. Al went to the dance floor and just danced for awhile

If you wanna read my mains bio/story heres the link

http://boards.cityofheroes.com/showf...fpart=1#852684

id dont feel like writing his bio again

ill let ya know when i find anything out.

yea freedom isnt that good either for rping

but you could roleplay some one who just shoots and moves on, like a hardcore fighter who just wants to kill, and dosent talk much and dosent get real involved with the other tema members. SO YOU HAVE BEEN ROLE PLAYING THIS ENTIRE TIME AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

gotcha

The army of robots rushed on the whorde of heroes, tankers thrashed and flailed there arms just knocking clockwork minions into the air, blasters picked off larger bots with combined shots dropping them instantly. Many robots were frozen in place. Many scrappers ran through masses of enemys swinging their weapons and throwing punches and kicks. Healers tried to keep up and keep valiant heroes from falling, but not all could be saved. Many heroes were already on the ground. Al Papavich wildly swung his katana dicing sthrough robots like a hot knife through butter. He ran in deep within the cherge of robots completly surrounded with two other heroes he never met. He wondered how they would hold up in this desperate fight to save city hall.

lol it dosent matter how long you play to get to the net level when you rp. Thats why you dont understand you just wanna be the best, i would rather enjoy myself and talk as my character, then when it comes time yea we will fight. You just dont listen and you just want to lvl up. We dont, i like lvlin up but as long as i have fun on the way.

lol i laugh at his ignorance

yea, i suppose id quit my SG and join yours, cause id really like to rp more.

Much like SailorMeffs post of your character inspirations, let the people now simpiler facts about your characters design, style a.k.a fighting style and personality (how do you act as your char, and normally will be the longest to explain but thats okay)

Ill start off

Char Name: Tribal Steel
Design: Tribal patterns and armor
Style: Iron Man style
Personality: I act like Deadpool, a bit cocky, but clumsy I make mistakes quite a few too. Ill act goofy or silly for a few laughs and sometimes i wont even try. I will get down to business when it comes time, but i like jokeing around.

There not so tuff, so let 'er rip RPers!!

((I have a decent idea of why... Jill i believe killed.. Gale right? but i wont try to solve it yet. Ill have some fun in the club))

Tribal Steel felt like a night on the town not in costume for once. So for a night he could be himself Al Papavich, he put on a hat and a nice casual tuxedo. He made his way downtown. He heard about a good club about to open. He figured it would be a nice way to spend a crime fighting less night.

Later that night he walked down the street alone felling good. He covered his metal hands with false flesh gloves to cover up his secret most couldnt handle to see. The moon reflected off of the wet city street after a light drizzle of rain. The image of the moon on the street was broken as was his train of thought this night. He placed his hands in his jacket pockets *sigh* "Just dosent feel right not beating any body up" as he smirked. "Well 113 Calvin Street. This must be it." The clubs sign glew in the dark enlighting the area in a faded red shade. "Damn a line... I hate lines." Al Papavich said. About twenty minutes later he got to the bouncer, he paid the man noticing that he lacked a bouncer steriotype but other than that he thought nothing of it. He entered the club, the music filling the house. The dance floor just nearly packed to its limit as more people flowed in. He loosened his jacket and went to the bar to "wet his wistle". He finished his drink noticing a beutiful girl. No matter how much he wanted to talk to her his self consiousness made him shy and nervous. The woman was not alone, may it have been her friend or a stranger just meeting each other. No matter it made it even harder for him to approach the two.

He spent awhile in the club, dancing and drinking. The music was good, The Milk Money Bandits were indeed good. He was swinging with a girl... Yes the girl he had his eye on. Her name was Gale. She was here with her friend Jill. They went to a booth and talked for awhile. Jill was no where to be found. "You know I never thought I'd meet someone like you... ever." Al Papavich said. Gale blushed and replied rather bubbly "The same I suppose, but theres always someone for any body, it just takes time." "Yea we've all heard the fate line, I just never believed it until know." Al said gently putting his hand over Gales. Her face changed as he gazed into her eyes, he was almost lost in them as they staired at each other. He kne wsomething was wrong then. "Sorry Al, I have to go for a second, I'll be right back." Gale said concernd. SHe walked away quickly, Al Papavich realized what he was, that he wasent human anymore. He felt his hands knowing under the fake, simulated flesh there were metal contraptions capable of destruction. He turned his head hopeing to see a friendly face, her face. "Always, why does it have to be like this." Al Papavich went to the bar.

He had a few more drinks. Not in the best condition he turned around in the stool seeing Gales friend Jill moving her mouth almost like she was talking to herself. He sat there and wondered where Gale had gone,His dream girl. For the remainder of the night he sat stairing at Jill confused and concerned.

((hope I didnt mess anything up man, just sounded cool))

((i think its funny lol good point)) Tribal Steel walked down the street over hearing the rant of the man. To himself he though "He's got a damn good point. Am I being used, but why? Whats the point of hiring a hero to stop the crime they create?" Tribal Steel shrugged and kept walking, "Well I knew if I tryed to stop the government I'd simply die..." Tribal Steel walked into the distance.

thats a cool idea to draw peoples heroes, i might htink about trying it some time.

it takes practice thats all I know. Im sure there are ways to help but Im not to bright when it comes to all that.

Cause I suck too. I just tried, and only one person responded to my story lol, if ya wanna see what I mean its The Pasts Hatred: The Story of Tribal Steel. Its a bit scetchy and it sounds fast paced to me, but reading it coul dhelp ya out. Its long though, it has six parts. Post what you think.

Al Papavich charged with many scrappers and tankers while blasters flew up behind them. Controllers and defenders reinforced the line trying to tame Babages mind and healing when the time arose. Babbage was not alone in his assault on City Hall, many Prices and clockwork minions were making there way twords City Hall.

Many heroes took charge ordering large squads and platoons of heroes. Al Papavich led a group of tankers and scrappers. He told all the tankers there to make a line and hold there positions. The scrappers would be behind them. Blasters would either hover over the line or ready to fire between the gaps of the tankers. Defenders and controllers would just get ready to buff and debuff when they could. "FOR PARAGON!" "GIVE "EM HELL!" heroes would yell and shout as they prepared for impact. The clockwork were getting closer, hums and buzzes rang as they approached. Each clang of there feet formed one with several large booms from Babbage and the princes. Al Papavich thought to himself if the line would hold and if the scrappers would be effective jumping into the collision of tankers and clockwork. He knew the blasters wouldnt have much trouble sniping off lone clockwork. Just holding the line will be the challenge. "There has to be 300 clockwork atleast!" a tanker named The Big Frost said. "Hmmm 300 against how many of us." Al Papavich replied. He readied his katana for battle.

My hero is a science blaster to but energy/energy

Its kinda wierd but maybe he got the suit infused through his flesh to his bones, by using intense heat and they used a sort of radiation to mutate his structure so he could wield fire, but figuring something out for the ice is hard. Maybe they put him in a big wierd cooling pit with ice and snow and stuff, and the experiment went wrong and he got the ice powers to cause his body was still hot from the radiation. Then who ever did this to you dumped you thinking you were dead cause they "disposed" you.

Its kinda goofy but polish it up and itll be pretty good. Hope my isead help.

Al Papavich made it to City Hall but............ nothing was happening. Just heroes there that Babbage was coming. Al looked at many of them "Well dont everybody go at once." Then he started to hear faint noises of screaming and cars crashing also...thunder. He ran in front of the statue of Atlas. He looked and he could only see a small figure in the distance with electricity shooting from it in many directions. Then his reflexes kicked in and warned him. His eyes widened and he started to acrobatically do back flips then crounching close ot the ground a large flow of electricity shot over him. The heroes around ncluding him watched in horror as the beam hit Atlas! Al Papavich shouted "EVERYONE! STOP IT FROM FALLING!!" Most large men ran and flew to it stoping it with there strenght. While heroes with telekenisis held it with there mind powers. "If he can hold the world, the least we can do is hold him!" Al Papavich yelled to everyone. Slowly with the power and teamwork of the many heroes, it was set up straight then some with ice powers put ice in the gaps where the rock fell out. "YEA!" "WE DID IT!" heroes shouted around the restored statue. Al Papavich turned to Babbage, "Lets get 'em" he drew his katana. Everyone turned to him noticing a person on Babbages back. "What the hell is he doin'?" A Hero asked next to Al. "We have to get him off." a Heroine said. "But how?"...

Al Papavich looked around blanckly backing up slowly. Quietly he said "I'm gonna go check out City Hall and see how the heroes are doin' there, anyone who wants can join me." With that he leapt into the air and soared bouncing from each roof top. On hi sway to city hall...

Yea we cleaned up baumtown but it is still all messed up and it would cost to much for the City to rebuild it. Cause so much is going on in Paragon.

Part VII: Deseased Hate

Stirring in his bed Al "Tribal Steel" Papavich couldnt sleep, his wound from the bullet was just healed completly thanks to a near by herowith amazing healing powers. As he tossed and turned he finally decided to go for a walk. Just to be safe he went in his costume. When he stepped out of the building entrence and looked out. The city itself looked restless everything moveing and shifting. He stepped out from the canopey he looked to the sky seeing no moon or stars. Just then a crack of thunder and it began raining. He looked down and put his hands in his pockets. As he walked down the sidewalk the few people of Paragon staired and seemed concerned. The reason being is everyone loves a hero. To many that heard of him he is a hero. Even though to himself he feels normal, just knowing he isnt. They cahnged him, they turned him into what he was. Not because he wanted to he was forced. Machine fused with flesh, radiation cahnging his genetic structure. Tribal Steel knew there was no going back ever. He lifted his head and kept walking. He eventually walked to where he used to live... where he grew up, when he was a child, and when he was human. He looked close seeing a group of dark figures standing just outside the door.

He walked closer trying not to be obvious. Of course it was the 5th column to no surprise. He knew what he was going to do, but he didnt want to. Lighting and thunder flashed and boomed every where. As lighting lit up the area the 5th noticed Tribal Steel standing there. To them he looked out of place and foolish for coming, but if others would have seen him then he looked valliant and brave, bold and true.

They pulled out weapons this time not guns, not like usual for some odd reason they had swords and clubs. The five soldiers approached Tribal Steel getting very close. Tribal had a plan..

WHen they all were very near they sprinted at Tribal, just then he launched a powerful wide blast of energy laying them all on there backs 20 feet away. Tribal Steel ran at them shooting bolts at two men they were riddled with holes and stayed lifeless on the ground, the other three were on their feet and slashed and swiped at him, he dodged two swings but got grazed in the chest tearing his armor. He punched the 5th in the face sending him flying back then kicking another into the air then shooting him with a blast of energy. The 5th hit the ground bleeding unable to get up to his feet. The final Column soldier stood out of the fight waiting. HE had a large club, He took off his helmet and his flak jacket. He tore a broad sword from one of the dead soldiers hands and threw it to Tribal Steel. Tribal caught it knowing what the sick Column leader wanted. Tribal grasped the handle. As the 5th readied for battle, Tribal Steel knew how to handle a sword but that was many years ago. He got into a defencive stance "alright, come get some." Tribal Steel said. The 5th ran at him swinging at Tribals head, the blow was parried but the 5th attacked with severak other swings. Tribal managed to block all but the last, it hit his side. The man smirked "Is that all you've got?" Tribal awnsered "no, not yet." He attacked the man jabbing in to the mans belly, it was blocked as Tribal attacked again hoping to slash the mans chest he blocke dit as well but was puched back. Tribal Steel threw the sword at the man it hit him in the left shoulder knocking him to the ground. He squirmed in pain, "I should kill you, you know that? but I wont, I'm going to let you live." Tribal Steel planted his foot on the 5th Column mans chest and tore the sword out. "AAHHHGG!! why.. are you...?" the man asked. "Sorry not gonna tell you, just let all your 5th Column buddies know I wont stop fighting you ignorant morons, I'll never stop." Tribal Steel walked away dropping the bloody sword on the sidewalk as the blood dilutted from the rain. Tribal Steel felt a weight lifted from his body. He felt new and free. With a lighting flash Tribal Steel flew into the sky dissapearing into the dark...

((hope you enjoy the final installment, i loved writing it.))

OOC: they should have rain coats and trench coats ReVAmp, the only thing is there would be Neo clones runnin around all like "I KNOW KUNG FU" and alot of people like Gambit so there would be alot of people like that too, but they would be sweet

((well just wanted to bump the thread one more time if now one gives any more ideas or critisim ill abandon it, hoped everyone enjoyed it))

Smirking he said to himself "well actually there are five of us but.. whatever." Having no problem helping the man he pulled ou this katana and focused his thoughts on fighting and leaped to the thug with the firearm. The thug fired six shots as Al Papavich ducked and dodged them all. He got to the thug punching him them sliced at his arm cuttin goff his hand, then following with a swing through the thugs mid section. The thug was defeated most indefinetly. Al Papavich wiped his katana blade off on a cloth hanging from his pants, the blade shone brightly again. "Pfft ehehe, no chance." You guys can finish off the few thugs that got away with the cash, I'll catch up later. Oh and who ever is lord Raymond, I suggjest you help your friend." The rest ran off leaving Lord RAymond and Icey_Fresh alone...

Tribal Steel, almost screamed like a little child. "EEK!" "HAHAHA no need to fear Tribal" Experiment 2.0 said. Experiment charged launching 2 spines into a Eildions chest hindering it greatly. Giving Experiment 2.0 cover he shot the other it the legs as it dropped struggling to get up. "Hold em' off Tribal! Just as long enough untill Quick Voltage wakes up." As Experiment 2.0 punched the Eildion in the face, it stummbled back with several small spines in its face. Tribal Steel followed up sniping the Eildion he shot in the legs as it dropped life less. "You get that one Experiment?" Tribal asked. "Oh YEA!" He replied, as he punched and kicked the zombie like creature until it fell to the ground with atleast fifty spines in tis body. What will happen next? Will Quick Voltage wake up? Find out soon...