ClawsandEffect

Sounds cool! I tend to spend more time in-game than on the forums, and all the ones that look like fun are already at the multi-hundred page mark. I'll keep an eye on this and if it gets started I'll jump in with Marshall Stack, whom I created to RP with in the first place.

Marshall Stack was jolted out of long overdue sleep by the sound and feeling of something big hitting the apartment building he lived in. Still wearing his Night Walkers uniform from the night before, he slid his beat-up motorcycle boots on and shrugged into his leather jacket. After putting on his visor and making sure his pack was stocked with all the explosives he was likely to need. He set out the door to find out exactly what the hell was going on.
He had just opened the lobby door when a bolt of white energy narrowly missed him. Marshall cursed at himself for forgetting to turn his cloaking device on and then let loose a scream that would drown out a 747 ten feet away at full power, blasting a large whitish energy being through the front of the building across the street. Amazingly the thing got up and began firing bolt after bolt in his direction. Using a high pitched constant tone Marshall began to dodge at the speed of sound while throwing grenades at the creature, hoping to slow it down enough to set it up for a Dreadful Wail.

((OOC: Marshall Stack is a sonic/devices blaster with superspeed. He can't shut his powers off so he won't be talking much, outside of combat he has pretty much lived as a mute for the past 8 years. His apartment is fairly close to the main battle but he's got to deal with the big energy thing first. Additionally he's only level 15 in-game but for the purposes of this RP I'm playing him as a 50))

Wraithwind slid through the door to the Brown Dwarf. To look at him you would guess him to be a tall lanky human garbed entirely in black. The only feature discernable were his bright blue eyes glowing balefully out of the depths of his hood.
"Greetings fellow offworlders." he stated in a voice like wind blowing through a crypt. "It seems as though I'm not the only one seeking someplace in which to be myself."
Scanning the other patrons, he took note of the apparent threat level of each and decided that the large bloblike creature was the only immediate threat, but it seemed not to be aggressive. Satisfied that there would be no violence at the moment he slid to a corner booth and immediately lost all resemblance to a humanoid, becoming instead a sentient shadow.
"Ahh, it feels good to drop that ridiculous bi-pedal guise and stretch out a little."
As a token of politeness he kept his shadowform within the bounds of the booth, as it seemed at least one of his fellow patrons was light based.

((OOC: He considers Cafea to be the only threat because in his shadowform he is impervious to just about anything except light. He only takes on a human semblance because humans get jittery around talking shadows))

I have three Natural origin characters. Wraithwind is stretching the "natural definition a bit, as he is an entity from another dimension transported here in a teleport accident. He is actually *less* powerful than he would be on his home plane as a number of his inherent abilities don't function here. Point Blanque on the other hand is a true natural human, he's a former Olympic gold medal winning archer who got sick of watching his neighborhood taken over by gangs. Pyranus is another one that stretches it a bit, he's a vocanic life form that has always been on Earth, we just lacked the neccesary equipment to detect them, kind of along the lines of the Igneous, which he despises.
Over all, natural origin can work based on how well you explain it.

((OOC: This is my first attempt at starting a RP thread so bear with me. The premise of this one is: A group of heroes with severe difficulty in living normal lives, due to some side effect of their powers, such as uncontrolled aspects of mutations and such. Basically they're heroes because it's impossible for them to be anything else.))

Marshall Stack was exhausted, it had been a rough first week as a hero. His vocal chords weren't used to the strain of actually being used, resulting in a sore throat. Ever since he deafened his own mother he had been living as a mute. His voice worked perfectly well, a little too well. Even the simple act of saying "Hello" was liable to blast a hole in a wall or destroy a car. It did have it's uses though, thugs were a lot less likely to fight you when they were unconscious or clutching at their bleeding ears. Marshall knew he looked nothing like a hero. If anything, he looked like he belonged in a heavy metal band, with the leather jacket and jeans tucked into black motorcycle boots. He noticed his reflection in a shop window as he passed.
*Man, it's no wonder the people I've rescued think I'm going to mug them too,* Marshall thought to himself *I look just as much like a thug as some of the actual thugs!*
Passing an alleyway he caught the sounds of a struggle taking place. With the gruff curses and grunts he guessed that a group of Trolls were jumping someone. Then, he heard the sound of an unknown power going off and realized that a fellow hero was being attacked. With a sigh, he started down the alley to lend a hand.....

((There, I hope I've got that off to a pretty good start. And just so you know, Marshall is a sonic/devices blaster. Due to the fact that he can't shut his powers off he rarely speaks, and even then he tries to be as quiet as possible about it, even though his whisper can be heard over a subway train.))

Marshall Stack strode through the doors of Tony's, removing his sunglasses and running his hand through his long brown hair in the same motion. Sitting down heavily on the corner stool, he motions to the bartender to come down to the end of the bar. Without speaking he makes it clear that he would like a whisky sour and an order of fries. He also pantomimes a request for a pad of paper and a pen.
"Whats the matter, cat got your tongue?" Tony asked him gruffly, "It's a lot easier if you just tell me what you want."
"I try not to talk much." Marshall replied as quietly as possible. Even at the low volume he spoke at Tony's ears were still left ringing and he got a slight sunburned sensation on his face. Using the pad of paper and pen that Tony quickly provided he explains that he is a sonic blaster, and cannot turn his power off.
"Wow, buddy, that's pretty rough." Tony said with a look of sympathy on his face, "So you can't really talk to anyone without risking hurting them, huh?"
Marshall just nods once to signal agreement. Using the pad he tells Tony that the six words he just said is the most he's said in weeks.

I'm playing a rad/rad defender now more as an offensive oriented build(I'd love a rad/* blaster but sadly it just doesn't exist) I'm at level 6 right now and my tactic is pretty much just drop RI and start blasting away with Neutrino bolt and X-ray, saving irradiate for when they get too close. I'll give an update after I've leveled some more to tell you if my offender build works as well as I hoped.