DArtagnan

Accidently installed test server to regular folder. Is there anyway of transferring it, before if fully installs or do I have to wait and see?

All right let make this short and sweet.
I've been fooling around with the concept of a Marvel version of **** mermanus AKA Atlantean over on red side and was thinking of bring the concept over to Blue side. That when my friend told me about the sg Empire of Atlantis.
Unfortunately since I do not play blue side often nor do I hang out in Pocket D I have limited to no knowledge of the group.
I was hoping this post could grab the attention of one of it senior staff.

)Opps I wrote this late at night and completely forgot about the rules. Man I feel really stupid.
Thanks for not being a jerk about it.

yes yes join the socity, join use, be one of use. Mawhahaha

I'm making a War Mace based brute and am trying to decide wither I should go with WP or Inv.
I'm making this character based off a concept, and am trying to stay true to the character so please do not post on how much better Stone or SD is, or any of the others.
I just want to hear about WP and Inv and which on is better suited for a Mace wielding brute.

I'll be on with my MM Regis Rex

we should make a website

I need to work on GF a little. I still haven't worked out his personality. But it was fun....I'm coming over here from Virtue so it not really out of place for me.

Personally I think we should have two nights of play. It really fun. I'm free any night besides Mondays and wednesdays.

Syfy makes me cry
What happen to the go old Sci-fi.

Just to let every one knows that cares, I'm on post 7pm est on most nights (just not monday and wednesday)

The Green Man is taken.
So I'm going to try Hunter then Venator

Yo Yo it me again
Still having trouble with the name
Here what I've got so far
-Venator
-Druid'
-Renegade

I'm not sure if any of them are that good, if any of you have an idea let me know

I've almost got him done. Now to figure out his name.....I hate this part. I did a different costume and have his background mostly set.

He comes from an alternate reality, were the U.S annexed Germany after world war one. When the depression hit Germany revolted, backed by the untied Europe front). Secretly aided by a U.S. corporation the untied Europe front were the first to developed the atomic bomb and delivering it on the Easter coast. The U.S. revolted in releasing a human made virus Europe (made by the same corporation) but the virus mutated and the U.S. lost control. Over 2/3 of the earth population died. Now the world is ruled by the corporation (which is head by the joint partners....his version of State man and Lord Rac). Woodsman (or what ever I name him) is a member of the resistance

Exactly
.....I like Booster Gold, he funny
I'm not a huge fan of DC but come on Booster just rocks

I'm not sure if I'd do that.

I'm actual thinking about useing a different history I wrote up a while ago now. It not done, but it actually reaally sounds good on paper. If you want to read what I've got so far feel free to ask.

The basic back story for the sell out reality is Woodsman was never captured by Devoted earth. He end up becomeing one of the surviving eight....but as his popularity grew....he lost sight of why he origenally started fighting for, now he acts like how everyone else wants him to act. Basiclly he acts really cheezy.
Here a picture of him..... Link
The hair in skin is a bit off I know
I'm still working on it
The steampunk version is a bit different, it would require a lot of taloring in CoX lore
I'm not sure what I'm going to do

I'm doing Woodsman
I've all ready signed up.
I'm working on his costume right now.
He doesn't have much back history so it sort of hard to figure out

I'm trying to decide my character personality
He either going to be really cheezy (his reality he a sellout) or he going to from a steampunk reality and be a bit dark.

Ahhh I know what I should of asked for instead.....Blue Steel. lol

........
jeeze, sorry for try to start a topic.
I thought it was a cool idea and decided to post it thinking Virtue was a friendly place.
As soon as I do I find my self berated from all sides for not spelling my opening postperfectly.
And then when I snap back I get yelled at some more.
Guess people were wrong when they said Virtue is a friendly place.

Oh and Tech if you bothered to read my post all the way through you would see that I do read through my post, spell check it and reread them. I just don't see the errors like other people. Dyslexic comes in all levels and forms so please don't think your dyslexic is the same as mine.


That being said I'll probably just close this form. It not worth the head ache of being teased and bullied by all of you. Before that however, I'd like to thank RedSpine he the only one that gave me some advice that was useful.

Oh sorry I forgot you all are Grammar Nazis.
I'm dyslexic I suck at spelling and grammar. There is nothing I can do about it. I put everything through spell check and reread it but it a problem of mine

Maybe I didn't explain it well enough.

First off he got hit on his head true....but the knock to the head dislodged memories from a past life

Secondly the VG would be based around villains/adventures of old....as in disgraced gods, immortals and time displaced people.

I try to have a little fun and get shot down. I guess it my own fault.

Elleo Elloe all you lovely little duckies
How is everyone
Anyways I've recently have created a new Brute her in our lovely role playing universe and have decide it time to move him into a super group
Only problem maties is the fact that der is almost no group....at least that I know of suited for him.
He some poor so that got hit on the head and now thing he a bloody viking/saxon barbarian, I'm still a bit fuzzy on the details, he might be nutso or he might be recalling a pass life. Dat being said I've decide to take it one step further and created an rp focused on the heroes of old.
In other words, you have to be connected to the far past some how or the gods.

Got it? Good so here comes the important question are you in or are you out?

EDIT
Quick Edit time....the VG would focus on villains of old. Like immortals, fallen gods, time displaced people and villains that have a powerful connection with the past

I really like the idea....to bad all the main team is filled

((Why are we all talking out of character?
Any ways, I missed you all so I'll just have to try later...
...I've got a character called Regis Rex I'd like to have join the teens
my handle is @DArtagnan
I'll try to find one of you all tonight))

The Prologue

“In the merry month of June from me home I started,
Left the girls of Tuam so sad and broken hearted,
Saluted father dear, kissed me darling mother,
Drank a pint of beer, me grief and tears to smother,
Then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born,
Cut a stout black thorn to banish ghosts and goblins;
Bought a pair of brogues rattling o'er the bogs
And fright'ning all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three four, five, Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky
road and all the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah !” Tyler belched out rather cacophonously as he stumbled through the district of Silver Lake with a foolish grin on his face. If he had been remotly sober Tyler would have had enough sence about him to keep quite or avoid the ally ways interly. Dispited the over aboundence of heroes in Paragon city it seemed people were still getting mugged daily. Steel Canyon was no exception, Tyler had had a rather unpleasent run in, with a fhandful of elemental wheelding mutans known as the 'Outcast' only a few days ago. Luckly at that time he had had his as saved a some electric blasting fool and even though the man was wearing spandex pants that were obviously two sizes to small, it was a gather impressive sight. Tyler had heard horror stories about the illegal activity that took place in Paragon City before he moved from his quaint little home in the suburbs of San Francisco to the sprawling metropolis but had blown them off as old wives tales, until he visited Atlas park the first time.

Of course the threat of being mugged was the last thing on his mind, as he stumbled through the city drunkenly. He had had a bit to much to drink.....all right it was more then a bit. On top of that he had been exactly reserved when it came to the pot. It was an Masquerade, at some [censored] bag's apartment to celebrated the end of the school year and disputed his better judgment Tyler had ended up going. It had been his first major outing since before finals. The idea of blowing off some steam had been to tempting to pass up. Even if he had a final in less then several hours from now. On the plus side he had won the costume contest. It wasn't really a surprise, Tyler brother had been regular at the local renaissance fairs back in San Francisco, Tyler had end up just “borrowing” some of his brother gear and going as a Saxon warrior. Most of it was authentic looking or well made. If Tyler ran into himself on the street he would have though he was crossing paths with a real life Barbadian of old. Tyler sang happly as he made his way through the street , the weight of the cheesy plastic truphe in one had and in the other the steel tough of his shield.

Somewhere in his mind an alarm went off as the sky took on a sickly green ting and the air filled with the horrible cry of the cities horns screeched in terror. Unfortunately in his drug induced stubborn Tyler failed to comprehend the exacted nature of the warning. He stood there looking up at the sky through druken fog with a placid look grin on his face, unaware of the danger, as he watch the alian drop ships descend upon the unready city. The Rikie were invading once again. It was a weekly event. Only different this time was normally Tyler had enough scene to find shelter when the aliens attacted. There was bright green light as the ship fired.

“Aww [censored]-” Tyler managed to stutture, finally coming to his since as the plasma beam hit, barly an iinch from were the young collage man stood. Tyler screamed as he was swept off his feet and sent flying into mid air. Only to have his flight cut untimly short as he body meet with a rather soild wall. The last thing Tyler heard was the soft clank of the trophy as the darkness embraced him. [/size]