_Chiroptera_

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8:04 p.m. September 13th 2005
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“You sure this is all of it?” The blonde asked while peering at the documents over her square framed glasses.

“Everything we could find, sorry Evans, not a lot to go on I know.” Detective Dawson replied. “Seems she’s always got someone covering up the accidents.”

“Not this time… We’re taking her down this time.” The assistant district attorney replied as she set the papers down on her desk. “I won’t let her slip through again.”

“So should I swing by here with some coffee from Starbucks at 2 in the mornin’?” Detective Dawson asked with a smirk.

“Actually that would be lovely.” She answered with a playful smile.

What a smile she had, everyone loved that smile. Her parents, her dentist, the papers. Sarah Evans had the kind of charisma presidential candidates spent years trying to learn. She was a star sky-rocketing up the legal latter. District Attorney Jeremy Laughlin would be retiring next year and there wasn’t a doubt in the minds of anyone in the office that Evans would be the one to fill his shoes. She was one of the best DAs Paragon had in years, but there was one target she could never hit, one crook who always got away clean.

“You’re not getting away with it this time Crey…” Sarah murmured under her breath as Dawson walked out of her office.

This was the third report in a week. The witnesses all reported the same thing, men in Crey jumpsuits dumping barrels into the Talos Bay on an island a little ways out to sea, but this! This was the best yet! An anonymous tip letter, it had everything, the type of waste being dumped, the times when they did the dumping, early hours when few heroes and even fewer cops were on patrol to catch them in the act. It couldn’t have been easier if the Countess had walked in and turned herself over to them.

“Three O’ clock…” She mused to herself as she looked over the letter atop the witness reports and other documentation.

If Sarah had a fault it was that she pushed the envelope too far. She’d have made an even better investigative journalist than she would an attorney.

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2:56 a.m. September 14th 2005
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A clang jarred Sarah from her sleep. She had dozed off as she waited for them, hidden in the craggy rocks. She quietly reached for her digital camera, flicking on the night lense and zooming in on the group of men who were pulling metal barrels from what looked to be a hidden storage bay, the metal door had been covered by layers of sand when she’d reached island by a motor raft earlier that evening; to the naked eye it would was completely invisible unless you knew where to look. She set the camera down on top of a rock in front of her, letting it record the men as they grunted and grumbled about how heavy the barrels were. Sarah snatched up a small note pad, scribbling hastily in the dim light cast by the moon over head. Struggling to keep herself hunkered down behind the rocks to make sure she wasn’t spotted as she wrote upon the paper.

Likely the dumping is a two step process.
A first group probably brings out the barrels earlier in the week.
Barrels are hidden in a storage tank that looks like it was built and then buried under the sand.
Crey may have been dumping here for years.

Sarah set the pen and paper down and peered back over the rocks as the men heaved the barrels towards a motor boat waiting just a little ways off shore. She knew next they’d load the barrels up and then they’d pull out away from the island and dump them into the water. How long had they been polluting a place where people swam and played? How long had they been exposing people to who knows what contaminants dumping that garbage into the bay? She gritted her teeth as she watched them, times like this made her wish she was a hero, able to rush in and smack them around for doing this. Unfortunately, she was no hero, and when she heard the click of a gun’s safety switch and felt a cold metal barrel against her head all she felt was fear welling into a lump in her throat.

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4:25 p.m. September 15th 2005
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It had been over 24 hours since anyone had seen Sarah Evans. Jeremy Laughlin found the Assistant DA’s office ransacked on the morning of September 14th, and the evidence from all four of her most recent cases had been stolen. This coincided with a meta-human break in at the police evidence lockers in the King’s Row station. All evidence, witness reports, back up files and field details had been stolen. Someone wanted to put a stop to a case Sarah was working on and they put a stop to three others just to make sure there was no way to pinpoint who was responsible. A few people knew who it was, but there was no way to prove it, not without that letter. The only concern now was finding Sarah Evans.

Detective Floyd Dawson knew in his gut they wouldn’t find her. Not in time to save her at least. He’d seen it before, many times, too many times with Crey.

“I never should’ve left her alone… I should’ve stayed or had someone keeping an eye on her office, something!” He growled, pounding his fist on his desk.

“This wasn’t your fault, Dawson. She knew what she was getting in to, she just never knew how to avoid going in head first.” Laughlin replied, frowning deeply; he didn’t want to admit it but he too knew that Sarah was as good as dead.

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9:01 p.m. September 17th 2005
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“Tragic news tonight, Paragon City assistant district attorney Sarah Evans was found on the Talos Beach, just below Spanky’s Boardwalk earlier today. Miss Evans, known best for her case putting the OutCast gang leader FrostFire in prison, had suffered severe radiation poisoning and third degree burns across most of her body. She was rushed to the Talos Emergency Trauma Ward but doctors were unable to do anything to help the young woman. Evans died at 7:22 this evening.” Anchorwoman Tracy Reinbauk reported at the start of the News at Nine.

As Travis and Maria Evans sat at home watching the news broadcast with tear filled eyes. Mrs. Evans had just gotten off the phone with their older daughter Jordan who’d had to hang up when the report started. The elderly mother’s heart ache was momentarily distracted by a knock at their door. Maria went to answer it and called for her husband. Flanked by two black suited body guards, Countess Crey stood on the Evans’ front porch.

“Mister and Misses Evans, I’m very sorry for your loss,’ the Countess began, giving them a sympathetic look, ‘I understand Sarah was looking into reports that men in my company were illegally dumping toxic material into the Talos bay. I can’t help but feel partially responsible for her death considering the circumstances; assuming you have no objections, I hope you’ll allow me to cover Sarah’s hospital and funeral bills.” The Countess said with a voice smooth as wine.

Twenty minutes later the city’s richest woman was back in her limousine on the way to her lavish penthouse, knowing there wasn’t single thread left for the police to tug on now. The tracks were covered yet again. No one ever got the best of her, certainly not some upstart blonde in the District Attorney’s office; it was such a pleasure finally getting rid of that loathsome thorn in her side.

There would not actually be a funeral for Sarah Evans. At that moment across town at Galaxy City Morgue an autopsy was about to begin. Doctor Frank Morrison and his assistant Ramira Baulmer were just about to begin cutting open the body, clad in radiation suits and in a clean room to prevent any leaks into the rest of the Morgue due to the clinging poisonous material in Sarah’s system.

“My god… Look at her…” Ramira stammered, her face pale at the sight of Sarah’s body.

They saw a lot of disturbing things doing their jobs but this? This was horrific on a Hollywood level. Sarah’s flesh was tinted a sickly green hue, parts of it were burned and blistered. Her face had been so badly burned that her skin was grafted directly to her skull, charred black with streaked spiraling lines of neon green where the radioactive materials had burned straight through her veins giving her skill a hideous black and green tattooed appearance. Her pretty blonde hair was now a pale sickly yellow and her eyes had melted from the intense heat, leaving only vacant sockets. Her pretty smile was all that was left. Her lips had been burnt away, leaving her skull with a permanent grin that sent chills down the spine.

“Let’s just get this over with. This girl’s been through enough.” Morrison replied, looking pityingly at the corpse as he lowered the scalpel towards her abdomen.

There are many things that make a human scream in fear. Many things can cause a shock induced heart attack. Some things can even turn your hair white from fright. But when Sarah Evans’ left hand shot out and grabbed Frank Morrison’s wrist he did not do any of these. His eyes went wide and the hair on the back of his neck stood up. He stared in stunned silence as Sarah’s grinning jaws opened wide and she unleashed a horrible ear splitting scream of anguish and confusion.

The two doctors stumbled in pain. Morrison wrenched his hand from Sarah’s grip as he clutched at his ears. Ramira Baulmer fell to her knees sobbing as she felt the warmth of blood spilling from her ears before she passed out. Morrison did not have the luxury of fainting, he fell to his side, watching in confusion and fear as the corpse of Sarah Evan’s rose up off the table, and then shimmered like a hologram, phasing into a non-corporeal state before she vanished straight through the wall.

As he lay on the floor still clutching his ears in pain he was struck by the thought that no one would be able to believe, even in a city as bizarre as Paragon, that a dead woman rose up off the table and then simply seemed to shift from a corpse, to a spirit entity in the blink of an eye.

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7:42 p.m. October 31st, 2005
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It took Sarah over a week just to remember a few bits and pieces of her memory. It took even longer to figure out where she was. She’d forgotten so much, she couldn’t even find her way around the city, though she knew she should have been able to, she remembered it had once been her home. She recognized certain things. She found instinctively that she was able to keep herself from being seen by living things. She could move through solid objects with ease and defy gravity completely. It was such a feeling of freedom, it was one of the few firm feelings she could actually identify with, freedom. She felt detached from everything, even emotion itself.

Finally though, she’d found her way to the place she’d so desperately wanted to reach. Today was her birthday, today was Halloween, and she’d come home to see her parents. She was so excited, so overjoyed! What a treat this would be for her mom and dad! There little girl had come home to see them. She couldn’t help how she looked, she didn’t even realize how ghastly her appearance was. Her death-rattled brain didn’t make that connection. She struggled just to make herself solid so that they’d be able to see her, then she rang the door-bell with a big beautiful smile on her face.

“Mom! It’s me, Sarah!” She cried joyously as Maria Evans opened the door.

“TRAVIS!!!!” the elderly woman screamed in fright, scrambling away from the door, throwing the basket of Halloween candy at the grisly specter standing before her.

“Mom!? Wait! Mom, it’s me! It’s Sarah, your daughter!” She cried, running after her, reaching a bony, clawed hand out trying to catch her mother’s arm. “Mother it’s me!!! It’s me!”

Travis Evans came charging out of the den wielding an old service revolver from his police days. “You get away from my wife you monster!” He roared, firing two rounds into the creature’s body.

Sarah recoiled, feeling the bullets bury themselves inside her, she didn’t even find it odd that it didn’t hurt. She’d been shot, but it didn’t hurt. The man who shot her… Her father, her father had just shot her, twice, one shot had gone straight through her now unbeating heart.

“Daddy…?” She stammered in stunned confusion.

The last shreds of humanity were torn away in a terrible scream of pain, confusion and torment. Her voice rang out like a thunderous blast, a vase on the living room table shattered. Picture frames of Sarah, her sister Jordan, and their parents at Christmas that hung on the hallway walls cracked. Windows trembled and then broke apart into millions of shards as Sarah’s solid body shifted non-corporeal once more, the metal slugs from Travis’ gun fell through her as she shot straight up through the ceiling, racing into the Halloween sky screaming for the entire city to hear.

On this Halloween night a giant pumpkin king rose from the shadows of another realm and roamed the streets of Paragon, stopped only by the heroic efforts of the cities heroes. On this night witches and vampires sprang from the dark, preying upon the unsuspecting rookie heroes and heroines. And on this night, a scared young woman who didn’t know how to move on from a life cut short by the ill deeds of others lost the last shreds of her humanity and her sanity.

There would be no light to move into for Sarah Evans, there would be no final rest. She, like many before her, had died a horrendous death far too soon for her young life. Her pain, her anger, her confusion, they bound her spirit forever to this world. No longer a promising young district attorney, but a terrible visage of evil and insanity.

The Grinning Banshee. A loathsome creature that would grow to strike fear into the hearts of all she met, her stammered non-sense, her vicious lust for violence, her cannibalistic nature and her complete disregard for human well being would make it nearly impossible to believe this was the same woman who fought for law and order in a city of heroes.

If they could see her on future Halloween nights, after her mindless frenzy slaughtering any innocent trick-or-treater she met with gruesome and wicked glee and bone chilling laughter. If they saw her ravage and cannibalize happy parents handing candy out at their homes to avenge her own cruel fate, to try and lighten the pain forced upon her by the rejection of her own parents on that Halloween night. If they could see that gruesome thing huddled in some dark corner of an alleyway in a City of Villains, if they could hear her mournful wails or forlorn sobs, listen to her call for her mother and father and wonder why they hadn’t sent her a Birthday card this year. Perhaps there, there they might find Sarah Evans, the promising young woman whose life would never reach the destiny it was meant for.

This post wins.

“This is SPDR, Rogue Isles best and only channel for up to the moment news!” The anchor woman announced to the camera centered upon her. “Our top story, BlackPort Oil has suffered yet another economic loss with the destruction of yet another of their Alaskan pipelines. Causalities are estimated to be roughly three dozen in the explosion that destroyed the line; the attack has been attributed to the FANG eco-terror group.
The terrorist cell has been attributed to 6 attacks since January and is believed to have over 30 different cells scattered all across the world in roughly 20 different count-”

The screen flickers and suddenly the reporters image is replaced by the visage of a methodical and sadistic looking woman appearing to be of native American heritage clad in a black military uniform, her right eye covered by a patch and the other a startling bright red rather than a more natural human color. As she speaks her voice rolls like a growling predator's.
“Citizens of the Rogue Isles. I am Chiroptera, head of FANG. We interrupt this broadcast to extend an off to all those in the isles who have yet to find their proper place. Our Rogue Isles branch has been liquidated and is now ready to begin a new. Any who join will be brought in on the ground floor of this new cell and have the chance to prove themselves a true commodity.
We seek only the best, clear, concise and skilled individuals; the criminally insane need not apply, we’re not interested in psychopaths who can’t follow an order without wasting 20 minutes slaughtering the security personal who didn’t even see us.
If you can appreciate that the entire corporate and government system of this trash heap of a world has become so lost in politics and power trips that they’re complete incompetent you might have what it takes to join us.
Should you take an interest in joining us all you need to do is spread the word that you’re looking for us, and we’ll find you.
We now return you to your regularly scheduled sob stories.”

The screen flickers once more and then returns to the normal SPDR news, the Anchor and crew seeming totally unaware that their feed had been temporarily hacked as they continue with their broadcasts.

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OOC:
FANG buckled in, there are only four of us now, so we’ve started over from the ground up, and we welcome any RPers who wish to join.
We intend to have a full functioning base, RP storylines, Mission runs together fully IC to get the most enjoyment out of our game play and more.
We don’t intend to be a large group, what we’re looking for is a tight nit friendly guild that can have fun together being bad.

As mentioned in the IC portion, FANG is an Eco-terror group. In other words they commit terrorist acts against organizations that damage nature; lumber companies, Oil rigs, gas mines, paper mills, fur hunters, etc.
This is a group for those people who love characters like Ra’s Al Ghul and Poison Ivy; the ones who’ve gone so far off their rocker that they think they’re the only ones who can keep the earth from being completely destroyed.

The group DOES have a code of honor, they’re willing to do whatever it takes to achieve their goals, but they’re not psychopaths. They kill people to send a message, they don’t kill for random reasons; if you’re characters just a mass murdering psychopath who likes blood shed you probably won’t fit in here.

We are an ALL RP group, OOC is kept to a minimum no matter what we’re doing, unless we specifically declare it an OOC event. We are located on the Virtue server, alts, mains and server hoppers are welcome. As long as your own the character for at least an hour or more each week that’s all you need in order to stay in the guild.
We have a website and forums to keep in contact; if you have interest in a group of dedicated RPers just getting off the ground once more, you can contact me in this thread, via PM or in game global @Lady Lumos.
I can also be contacted via the e-mail I have provided at the application page of the FANG site and Forums.

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Can i change my lvl cuz now i feel a little out done you know with two hundreds and stuff so im going with a... i don't know what lvl would you be to knock a guy that 6'0" out in one punch. cuz i have nothing to compare myself too

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You knocked out a 6' tall guy in one punch? O_o; Jesus, I never want to meet you in a dark alley unless I've got a loaded weapon.

Random Audience Member> Who in there right mind would give you a loaded weapon!?!

SHADDAP! *shoots RAM with a paintball gun*

RAM> OW! OH GOD MY EYE!

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Don't like hurting things, are you a girl na man im just kidding but you put yourself high up there man every one else is like a lvl 3 or somethin (im a lvl 4 ) i mean a boxer spose to be a lvl 6 thats pretty low but if you a lvl 12 can you take on Mike tyson that would be a sweet fight.

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Damn I think I jsut have numebrs differnet than most people to me I'd set Mike Tyson up as a levle 40 SS/invuln tank myself. :P

Youv'e got helliosn at level 1-5 and those guys.. Hell I've smacked hoods in my own neighborhood who seem more intimidating than the hellions, no way Am I comparing myselfd to them in level range. :P

Hmm.. This is really hard when it comes to settling on one AT..
I've always had an interest in medieval weaponry, I've practiced archery since 7 and have won a few competitions, so I'd rank around a level 16 or so in the idea of an archery blaster.
Following that same line of though I've practiced swordsmanship for around two and a half years now, so there probably a level 8 as a swords scrapper.
Also have been boxing for about three years, and weigh in at 216 so I suppose I could go the SS/invuln route. There I'd probably put myself around a level 12.

Though honestly? I don't like to fight. I like the finesse of combat, and it's great excercise, but I really hate actually hurting people... What I do like is manipulating (Nope, not afraid to admit it, I love getting other people to do things for me, I'm just mean like that sometimes ) and I'm pretty damn good at it I must say, and my friends have a tendency to just look to me for leadership whenever we're all hanging out so I'd say the truest thing for me would be a level 20 Mastermind; cause nothing beats gettin' other people to do stuff while you just sit back and give orders.

Shoot him in the knee caps, rarely a fatal blow, but usuall a permanently crippling one. Oh and as some others mentioned, I'd kill you because only someone extremely unfit to lead, morally misguided, or traitorous would tell his men to let a enemy caught in the base go.

Recluse (while fighting the Phalanx with his Lts): *gasp* I've got it! Just ignore them! They can't hurt us if they don't exist and they can't exist if we stop paying attention!

All others: *stare blankly at Recluse*

Recluse: *stands looking deviant and staring off at the sky instead of at Statesman who is lying on the ground battered beneath him*

Ghost Widow: Uhm sir... Maybe you should finish him off...?

Recluse: Finish who off Widow? I don't know what you'retalk- UNMPH! *goes flying from a punch to the face*

Scirocco: This is what I get for putting an employment wanted [censored] in the paper...

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Agreed. Most RPers will not enjoys playing with a person who cannot spell or use grammar correctly. I am usually one of those who do not like it, but I have made exceptions in the past if the RPing is very good, even if the spelling and puncuation is mediocre.

And no, I have no Arch-nemesis for your villain Witch Cat. THe only heroes I RP are very silly ones. Almost every villain I RP are completely insane.

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You mean thats not a rule!? Well hell I thought that was a requirement.. I mean almost all of Batmans villaisn are insane on some level.. Multi-Persona, Split Persona, Sociopath, Psychopath...

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I think it depends on the kind of RP you're looking to do. Virtue has a lot of RP'ers, but a good few of them are of the "sit around in the park and exchange emotes for hours on end" type. Cool enough if that's your thing, but not for me. I don't think Virtue has appreciably more of the sort of RPer that runs through missions at a decent clip, RP'ing as they go and weaving the mission happenings into the role playing. Virtue has those, but so do other servers (Triumph and Infinity, in particular, at least in my experience).

I know of several strongly RP-oriented SGs on a couple servers...let me know if you wnat more info.

I stay in-character for PvP...it's a lot easier than I might have thought, and really adds to the fun.

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That's what my and my group do! I swear, I like Gemini Park, Honest, and I like the Port Oakes roof top and the St. Martial Casino RP spots; and Pocket D is GREAT for when you just want to relax and RP without having to fight anything but for me? PARTICULARLY on my hero characters; sitting around the park drove me BONKERS.
I'd be sitting there thinking "I see a lil old lady getting mugged across the street... WHY AREN'T ANY OF YOU DOING ANYTHING!?"
It jsut didn't feel like any of them were HEROES, now I could understand it if everyone was in secret identities trying to lay low but half the time I'd see people in their spandex and ignoring crimes!

Me, I like RP WHILE I'm doing something productive, myself and everyone I've recruited for FANG are all the same we like to RP, but we like to do it WHILE we're running missions. Its SO much more fun, you have the storyline laid out ahead of time, you have enemies to engage, you have a goal to reach, and you don't have to have a game master setting it all because the game itself has already done all that for you!

That said; shameless plug time.
If you want to get in on the ground floor of a villain group thats just now really getting start, and would rather RPout through a mission to steal blueprints from a council than sit around St. Martial casinos discussing the latest game look into FANG and PM me with any questions.

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Since this is a game based on comic book superheroes, someone coming back from the dead is entirely acceptable and believable. Pretty much any reason can be given.

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QFE.

For me, I try to avoid killing off chars for this very reason. If you read comics, as must folks in CoH do, you've seen this happen.
If you're a Marvel comics reader you've seen this happen two dozen+ times.

It's just a very old and used concept, so it doesn't have quite the same effect it would if it were fresh.

That said; ANYTHING is acceptable as a return to life in the comic world.

Heroes have done everything from fighting Isis and Horus in the Underworld to reclaim their soul and return to earth; to simply being told it's not their time and getting chucked back to earth against their will.

Pretty much any reason is plausible in the comic book world.
After all how many times hass Manticore shot a team mate now? OH that's right.. I went there.

Well.. I'd offer my assistance in giving you all a group of RPers, as my SG is an all RP group (if you don't RP, you dont' get in, simple as that) But unfortnately, my group is in the habit of causing mass destruction and slaughtering all heroes we come in contact with.

That said, if you ever come to the darkside feel free to give me a buzz, global name is @Lady Lumos

Recluse and his Lieutenants are watching the Golden Globes.

Lord Recluse: Yes! Another one for BrokeBack Mountain!!!

Black Scorpion & Captain Mako stare at Recluse

Lord Recluse: What?! *sniff* It was a good movie dammit!

Ghost Widow pats Recluse on the back and gives him a hug

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Ghost Widow: My Lord, am I pretty?

Recluse: (monotone) Were I undead I would take you in a manly fasion.

Ghost Widow: Because I'm pretty?

Recluse: Because you're pretty.

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LOL! I don't know WHY this ones so funny to me but it really is!!
Nicely Done! ^_^

Character Name: Lady Lumos
Server: Virtue
Archetype: NRG/NRG Blaster
Inspiration: I've always been a big fan of light and dark duos, where one person impersonates all the good and the other all the bad. Lumos originally had a brother character, and still does in RPs outside of CoH. She controls light itself, while he controls shadows.
I made them up way back when I was just 13 because they just seemed like cool characters.

Brief Explanation or a link to my origin:
Originally they were part of the X-men in most RPs I brought him into, so following that line of thought Lumos is Mutant Origin.
She first discovered her powers later in her teen years at 18. Two police came to her families house to inform she and her brother than there parents had died in a car accident. The grief it caused for her triggered her powers, causing a sort've flash bang effect as the initially manifested, the flash was so bright it blinded the two police on her porch permanently. She's never really forgiven herself for that one uncontrollable slip up.

Heroes

Lady Lumos - Get Off Of My Back by Bryan Adams (From the Spirit: Stallion of the Cimmaron soundtrack)

Villains

General Chiroptera - Beer for my Horses by Toby Keith & Willie Nelson

Ebony Feline - Everything or Nothing by Mya

Beautifully well done. The classic hero to it's utmost. Doing what he does, not for money, not for pleasure, not for some inner drive or guilty feeling of responsibility; but just because it must be done.

Very very nice work. Write more!

Welcome to Virtue! The best of the best!
*cringe* Don't hurt me other servers!! *cowers*

Oh yes and lest I forget!

SHAMELESS PLUG FOR VILLAIN SG IN SIG BELOW

Identity: General Chiroptera
Real Name: Tanya Chiroptera
Threat Level: High

NOTE: Subject has under gone multiple genetic experiments; subject posses shape shifting abilities to shift into a bat like creature.
Height: 7’ (Genetic Mutation to height , Self-Inflicted)
Weight(human Form): 185 lbs.
Weight (bat form): 263 lbs.
Hair: Black
Fur(Bat Form):Dark brown
Eyes: Red
Distinguishing Marks: While her bat form possesses no true distinguishing marks to change it from most other mutated beastly entities, in her human form Chiroptera posses many distinguishing features, she typically wears an eye patch over her left eye, despite the eye having been replaced cybernetically after the original was critically damaged. She has a large scar from a shrapnel hit on her left leg, a bullet hole scar on the right side of her abdomen, an incision scar on her back from battlefield surgery, and numerous smaller scars and wounds from various encounters.

Convicted: September 23rd 2005 for Terrorist action and threats to society.
Sentence: Life sentence in the Ziggaraut’s maximum security wing from mentally ill prisoners.
Wanted: Escaped from the Ziggaraut October 31st with outside assistance from members of her organization. Current whereabouts unknown.

Known Powers: Chiroptera served in the U.S. Military until the age of 39; having reached the rank of General with a prestigious career, she was discharged with honors for reasons the military has yet to disclose to the public or lesser military organizations.
Rumors began to circulate that she was discharged for plans of treason against the Government, and her discharge was to prevent the military from losing face; while they must be taken with a grain of salt these rumors are most likely true. Chiroptera has been linked to the Eco-Terrorist organization known as FANG and is believed to actually be the head of the entire organization. Her genetic tampering with her own body has granted her animalistic abilities, and study of the occult (apparently for years even while in the service) has given her a master of nether world powers.
WARNING Do not engage alone, Chiroptera rarely goes anywhere without an escort, even if they are unseen, attempting to engage this subject without back up is extremely dangerous.

Last Updated: Investigations Officer J. Sloan

Personally? I just discuss it OOC before hand with my fellow RPer and we plot out how we want the fight to go, any major moments of it, and who will win in the end to help further the storyline.

If there's no storyline and it's just drag out fight we simply go to the arena and whoever wins wins.

*Sigh* No one ever seems to realize what a great place the Arena can be for RPing.
You can restart a match as many times as necesssary to get the fitting arena for your scene, you can set it so that you have infinite stamina, thus no more characters running out energy at inconvenient times.
You're gauranteed not to be interrupted by broadcast, request or just random folks in local breaking the RP atmosphere; and what's more you can even set it to no observers and invite only to ensure only those meant to experience the storyline do so!

P.S. This is all just a very long drawn out BUMP

OOC: Easiest place? Team match ups in the arena.

YES PEOPLE! VILLAINS AND HEROES CAN GO INTO ARENA MATCHES!

I've been stunned at how few people know this. A Hero can go to an Arena in paragon, and a villain can go to the arena in port oakes, and they can enter the same match and fight one another, no PvP zone, no ganking, none of that.
Get your SG's together, get your VG's together, and have a good ol knock down drag out RP fight between the heroes and villains. It's fun trust me!
I had Chiroptera and her boys go up against two heroes lately in a 2 v 1 (2 v 5 if you count her minions) and it was a blast to RP it all out.

Virtue.

Pinnacle to a lesser degree.

Ratchet got it pretty much spot on.

Light RP: Alot of leeway, few rules, not very strongly enforced, OOC and IC aren't that different, OOC bubbles (( )) aren't often used, and if they are, aren't consider a necessity.

Medium RP: People are expected to stay incharacter and used OOC bubbles for saying things OOC; more rules and more enforced.

Heavy RP: Stage Acting Equivalent, you stay in character. You never break character. You try and avoid OOC as much as physically possible within local, supergroup, team and other chats that are typically considered "IC" channels for most folks.

FANG's just starting up aswell, only four of us in at the moment; on the Virtue server, there's a link in my sig.