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XXuicsus - I'll be playing the Moragn Fallon character as my main on Virtue now. I checked out you forums - but haven't registered yet. Look for me in game and send me an invite. Thanks for the response

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I'll have my character contact you sometime soon. Today and tomorrow I'm pretty busy, but real life will always be a minor obstacle. I'll keep you on notice by adding you to my friend list.

But best thing to do is register with the site. That way, you can ask about us on an IC-level rather than an OOC-one =)

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Write an ooc-comment in your bio stating you are a roleplayer, and you only roleplay that type of character.

My character is a very mean person, often-times stating some rude remarks to 'weaker heroes'. However, I am not a rude person. My <( RP )> in my bio hopes to explain that to others.

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So if any of you happen to be on Virtue and are tired of goodie-goodie heroes feel free to see the darker side of RP. Morgan will most likely become my main (replacing CURS3D K40S) or at the very least a frequently played alternate. Also I will be looking for a good SG to join as well. (so if you have a darker SG or even a future villain group let me know).

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The Council of Nemesis, led by Dr. Nemesis, is a group that just started not too long ago (haven't we all though? heh) that is seeking members. The council seeks those who stay in-character and have a darker side to them.

Mainly, from what I know so far, the most of us are dis-satisfied with the government and how weak they operate. The weak shall never bow to the strong. This is our pledge, our motto. We are not driven by strength, but to each of us, strength means something more than just being a guardian angel.

~ Silva

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Florida! Dangit, I'm southern not central... <grumbles>

Anyhow, yes, that is very... er... disturbing...

But funny as can be!!! Hahahahaa!

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While macros are an aid to role-playing they are not telling enough if the person actually role-plays. The person behind the controls may just like saying that, not realizing what rp really is.

My suggestions to RP is simple:
1) Create a backstory.
2) Stay in-character.

While this may not seem like alot, it is. #1 is essential. A backstory can tell the user how to role-play the character. What personality does the character have? What events led him/her/it (here on out I will use the generic male term) to live the way he does? What tragic events may have shaped his life? All these come together to help the user (help, as the backstory is just that, a BACK-story. Events and actions in game can drastically change how the character is (this is just the beginning... which leads me to the next point...).

STAY IN-CHARACTER. This is the most telling way to show role-play. Sometimes, this isn't enough. You get into a group filled with d00ds, and it maybe impossible to do so. But the more one tries, the more one gets out of it. Rule of thumb, always stay in-character in local chat. While group chat may be tough, local chat should more reflect yourself.

In closing, if you are a roleplayer let other people know. I use a... <( RP )> ... at the end of my bio. My ooc-markers are <( )> and the RP lets people know I am a role-player. When times are tough and the group is bad, this can tell others who usually are the role-player, and if you enjoy their company in a group why not contact them later in a more in-character sense?

Anyhow, these are my suggestions. As my character would probably say after suggesting something... "Take it or leave it."

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I don't know who Grey really is, but if he comes from a comic book then don't use him.

I've always said that to take another person's idea (even if it is not copy-righted) is the lowest form of rp. That character is not YOUR character, as much as you may rp him in your style. The character truly belongs to the original creator, and it is dis-respectful to continue his story without the permission of the original said creator.

When I see characters like "Capt. America" or "Catwoman" or "Ironman"... it sickens me. Worse is when they even make the character to look exactly like the original.

Now, while I say it is the lowest form and it sickens me to see, does not mean it can still work. Just, as you have asked, in my personal opinion, I'd rather make something original that I can call my own.

Due to the vast amounts of characters in comics... it could happen the name we pick is already taken. The difference from us choosing a name like that and molding a character off the one in a comic is the look and the story. Say I made a character named Dazzler, not realizing this is an X-men character. Yet, my dazzler is male and has a completely seperate look and persona to THE Dazzler. Sadly, the name of Dazzler may belong to someone else but my Dazzler would be mine, my creation. This is what seperates the names and stories and make them our own.

Once again, this is my opinion...

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VIRTUE THE OFF NON RP SERVER

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It's only going to be a roleplay server if we make it a roleplaying server. There is no difference from our server and the others, but more rp'rs exist her because we want a home to do what we love best. Rp often, always, and keep at it.

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"Silva! Hurry up! We're gonna be late for our class!" Grabbing quickly her bag, the young teenager raced out the door, only to await a folded-armed woman who yelled just a moment before. The fifteen year old looked up to her nineteen year old sister, lowering her head in apology. "Well don't just stand there, get in the car, we have to go."

The sister sighed, watching her younger sibling enter the vehicle. Almost ten years has it been since I became your caretaker, and look how far you've come. Nilva entered the car behind her sister, starting it up for the journey to class. Though there was a four year age difference, the two attended the same University. Yes, University. Silva was beyond her years in intellect, but she made up for it with her maturity. "Forgot your Science text I see..." eyeing the bag's weight on the seat of the car. Nilva silenced her sister, "You can borrow mine during class." that made her smile. Still just a kid... yet how am I so different? I try to be a mother to her, when I am not much older than her. The drive was quiet that day, Silva mostly was concentrating on the lab-work that needed to be done. In some ways she hated her sister for that. Barely popped a set of breasts and yet can run circles around her in class. Well, because the two were partners at least they could help each other.

With a stop, the two exited the vehicle walking to class. The looks once given to the young teen were no longer there. It was worse last year... when they both entered as freshmen... but on any event first on the docket was Calculus.

Calculus... is there a more painful thing to study than the learning of limits? Nilva watched her sister answer every question right... again... while she tried to stay awake. Thankfully today is Tuesday, and besides Calculus all that was left is their Science work. Science? Well, it is better than Calculus. She actually had a knack for it. The mixing of chemicals and the balancing of solvents was actually a forte', she would've aced her Physics class last semester if her sister hadn't accidentally mixed a mineral acid with a flammable one... oh sure, she said someone switched the label... uh-huh...

But for the most part she was an angel. Never usually acted up, always followed the rules. Occasional pranks now and then but... she loved her sister. Silva always wanted to graduate and work for the military in some capacity, aiding the heroes of the city in the work they do. She dedicated her learning to it. "If the heroes had better equipment, they could've been there to stop mom and dad from being murdered." Well, I guess she has a point... but the ******* thugs who killed them were eventually caught and imprisoned, though much solace that gave her and I.

Science Lab, Bio-Chem. A fun subject, but very hard work. Good thing we have two hours to complete our assignment. After getting lunch just now we feel fully read to get to the task at hand. A siren?

"Sis, we should go." Nilva looked down to her sister and nodded. The siren means only one thing, and it is never a good thing either. Someone is either attacking the school, threatening it, or is causing some trouble near-by. A hero would come and scope out the area, then once cleared classes would resume as normal. Least this happened now than when we were working on our project...

Her thoughts were silenced as she dove for cover, cradling her sister against her chest to protect her. The ceiling had collapsed, and below on the floor a hero had been slammed through. She did not recognize the hero, after all, there are so many of them nowadays that it really didn't matter who it was defending them as long as it was someone. "Sis! Get off!" Nilva rolled to her side, allowing her sister up. The hero lept back up through the roof to chase the villain he was combating. They were quick, fierce punches smashed against the other's face as lightning bolts in the sky. "Don't worry, he'll protect us." With those words Nilva nodded to her sister. She's right. The heroes never fail. Again, parts of the ceiling collapsed on the floor shaking the ground. The sisters covered their ears, the noise erupting forth, but standing now at the door to the lab they were out of harm's way. "See, it's safe now, too bad we won't be able to do our project now." Silva piped in, confident the fight was over but disappointed their assignment would go unfinished for the day.

Yet as the smoke cleared, the one left in the rubble was the hero from before. Another figured dropped from the ceiling down, the one he was doing battle with. Cloaked in a black armor, he wore a helmet that covered any facial expression. At his side, resting against a strap on his shoulder was a rifle. The rifle went from his side into his hands, as he opened fire countless times against the fallen hero. Blood erupted from the skin, staining the ground as it poured into the lab.

Nilva and Silva stared transfixed at the sight. Did our hero just lose that battle? Satisfied that the fallen was never going to be a problem again, the fiend turned to his witnesses. He was emitting a high-pitched laughter though his helmet, triumphantly knowing he had won the day. The jet-dark armored man pointed his rifle to them, and fired.

Quickly, Nilva grabbed Silva throwing her against the floor with her alongside. The bullets blasted through the walls, collapsing their exit behind them. Why was I so confident that he would win? Why didn't I just leave when I could've had the chance? "Two more for the slaughter..." the voice spoke from behind the helmet, with more laughter to follow. Silva knocked off a table, spilling the content forward on the ground using it as a shield from the gunman. "Oh no you don't! You can't escape me!" Opening fire, a slew of bullets filled the room. Liquids and chemicals splattered against the ground, the floor, and the two trapped. Some mixed that should not have been mixed, and ball of fire engulfed the middle of the room. "Burn! Yes, you all shall burn!" the laughter continued, as he hopped up and out of the room still firing from above.

Silva nudged her sister. "Sis! We need to leave!" The sister would not move. Laying flat against the floor, Silva turned her around. Blood poured from the body, mixing in with the spilt chemicals below. The bullets had found their mark. "Sis! No! You can't leave me right now! I need you!" the desperate attempts to wake her sister proved useless. Another explosion from the chemicals, knocking out a wall onto the lab. "SIS!" the younger sister was also silenced, but this time by the collapse of the room onto itself.

The reporters out that day reported a sad loss to Paragon City. Former Police Officer Kyle Tyrane, turned hero by his Scientific Knowledge in weaponry and armors, had been slain by a supposive member of the Fifth Column... according to eye-witnesses viewing the Elite Dark Black armor. Additionally, seven students were needed seeking medical attention, including one shot in the lower arm. Two students were announced missing. When the rubble cleared away, that number was reduced to one as the body of Nilva Lemae was found. The sister, Silva Lemae, was then announced dead shortly after, buried under the rubble.

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My secret identity is Silva Lemae.

Now it is up to us as the role-players to give that name a purpose.

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Silva reads the advertisement for a police force... then shakes her head tossing another newspaper in the trash.

'This is what is wrong with today's society. We need a strong leader, not have strong people support a weak leader. The way they think is backwards... we shall make sure that this isn't true in the future.'

The weak are prey for the strong. It is simple laws of nature.

This is why we must have strong leaders in this world, and not no foolish politicians that we have now who can't keep control over their own city.

Lemae reads the story in the newspaper about the 'tragic' deaths that occured in Perez Park, then tossed it into the trashcan smiling behind her mask.

'Fools. Deserved just what they had coming to them, that is the problem with these so-called 'heroes' nowadays. Either they are too weak to finish the job off of an enemy that could strike again, claiming 'mercy'... or they are too weak to do the job at all. Relying on another's support when there is no gurantee of the support only shows their own incompetence. I just hope the Knights didn't aid them to the hospital, fools should stay dead.'

Yes, much better and more appropriate =)

Throw out the entire idea of a Saiyan character. Make your own character, modeled off of the Saiyans. This way, you can be original and many would take to your story.

6. Kill it before it kills you.

There, nothing else needs to be added.

Lemae read the news. 'Memorial service... hm... maybe worth the time... and with so many possibly gathering in one place... there will be an opportunity to learn about others... for good or ill...'

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ooc: we have a similar topic here

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Yes, though it is such a good idea I don't see why we need only one topic like it =) Kudos to you both for the idea. Thanks for the opportunity to help build our stories.

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"Hey! Are you ok miss?" Another hero in red spandex with a bright symbol upon his chest appeared, walking into the alley. "Jeeze...what happened to them?".

'Certainly this hero was new to the business.' Lemae thought to herself as the Red-boy helped up the lady. But the person she was looking at was not the one in Red, but the one who walked away from the scene. 'Those fiends were going to take her life, and he left them there to do it again... and again... and again... do you think that one in Red will take care of them?'

Looking down from on top of the building, she witnessed the young man try to aid the girl. She was a nervous wreck, and he was doing his best to comfort her and walk her out of the alley. 'Fool... how safe do you think she will be with them still around?' The eyes behind her green goggles scanned the one in Red, as he approached an officer. While in conversation with him, Lemae dropped from the roof landing on the floor of the alley. The shotgun wielder lay unconscious still on the ground, with his friend across the way. 'He's new... but at least he's good... too bad he's also weak.'

Kneeling down next to the shotgun thug, a hand came up to her goggles. Flipping a switch on them, the lens folded themselves up into the frame. Lemae's green eyes replaced the color in the lens, which now stared down onto the leader of the two. 'Still breathing as suspected...' she said placing a hand against the chest. Turning, she stepped to the second, picking him up and beat his head back against the wall. The blow aroused the man from unconsciousness... and then his face was white with fright.

Staring into the glowing green eyes of the dark black armored female, he could see nothing else. A black mask hid her face and hair. All he could see was the green that glistened off the symbols in her armor and that of her eyes in the moonlight. "Pl... please! Leave me alone! I didn't do anything!"

The man began to plead... 'pathetic. This one is just an underling, without a brain of his own.' "Quiet... I want you to witness this... and tell your friends what you see here today..." In an instant, the eyes shifted from him and turned on the one still unconscious on the ground. Two thin lasers protruded out from the eyes, lighting up the alley as the man's body flashed green for a moment, then dark as the body turned to ash.

The Red hero turned from the discussion, motioning for the police officer to follow. The flash-light of the officer turned on the female holding the thug, yelling for her to not move. The hero readied to fight... yet the fight would not come. The female threw the frightened thug against the two, then hopped out of the alley. "Stop her!" the officer yelled noticing what used to be a man's body in the alley.

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The officer checked the thug, but not before slapping his wrists with a pair of metal handcuffs. His face was white as the moonlight, and spoke in a quiver.

"Hey you! Tell me, who was that?"

"D... de... demon... green... and black... but those... horrible... green... eyes... green... eyes..."

The officer let a sigh. 'This man will be of no use I see. Green and Black? Wait... what's this?' The man noticed a small note in the thug's pocket.

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"Die in dishonor..." the female said before frying his partner's friend. With a quick movement of her wrist, she planted a note on her 'witness' before throwing him at the two un-wanted guests. "Whatever the crime... there is only one penalty fit for it... to die in dishonor... ~ Biotic Obsidian"

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Character: Biotic Obsidian
Backstory: In process.......
Real Name: Silva Lemae
Powers: Radiation
Origin: Mutation
Type-of-Hero: Vigilante
Quote: "Die in dishonor..."

Difference from Obsidian #1 (Justice) and Obsidian #2: I actually had the main objective of making my main rp character the Egyptian Garnet. However, after fooling around with the character creation process to find someone more group-friendly (for my friends on Justice) I found I love Biotic very much. I copied most of her look to Virtue, and the difference between the two is that I will be in-character on Virtue and mostly out-of-character on Justice.

Roleplayer? Yes. I love to roleplay, and would like to find others who are consistently and always IC.

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