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Arrogance would make a good name for a Demon/Poison MM...
The Pyramid Schemer -
As Lady Duskblade made her way to City Hall, she would notice a few of the "gifted" seemingly flocking towards the same destination. That is, IF she was capable of noticing some of them were gifted.
Upon entering City Hall, she would notice a flock of people gathering around the City Rep, talking, moving about as if they had every day business being conducted here.
As she made her way down the stairs to the MAGI offices headquarted in the basement, she would bump into Gregor Richardson, the MAGI rep from the Galaxy City location. She would recognize him from MAGI propoganda handed to her from back when her career in Paragon City began, unless, of course, she also worked with the man.
"Oh, excuse me, miss," he would absently say as the two momentarily collide, "Just going out to get a cigarette...which is odd, 'cause I've never smoked a day in my life!" He hurriedly moved on, bumming a cigarette from the City Rep before he walked out the front door...
As she walked through the office doors, she would spot Azuria, cup of coffee in hand, standing at a desk in the office, pilfering through papers. Glancing around the room, she would notice an odd shadow in the corner ... as if the lighting were all wrong for that shadow to be there.
Grim stepped away from the wall, the shadow seemingly disapating from where he was standing. As the shadow completely faded, his appearance would give him away as some sort of kung-fu fighter. The blue, ripped sleeve gi he wore actually appeared to be a fine piece of cloth: the only thing ruined about it was the sleeves. Chain wrapped fists and feet suggested that when this guy hit something, he would leave quite the impression.
Azuria looks up from her desk just then. "Oh, Lady Duskblade, so good of you to make it," her demure voice greeting the newcomer. "You're still early. Please, go ahead, look around, don't touch anything as usual...and gah I need another cup of coffee!" With that, she nodded over at Grim, and stormed out of the office.
The entire time, the Grim Saviour had been taking note of the woman's appearance. Stepping closer to the door, he reached his extended hand out.
"Hey, how's it going?" his gruff, Hispanic-accent voice asked. "Name's Grim Saviour. Been waiting here for 2 hours already ... think Azuria's been through a pot and a half already." He let out a quick, hearty laugh at this. "So, you have a 'dream', 'vision', or did you receive the message in some other way?" -
Storm/DP defender or DP/Storm Corruptor. (Hail of bullets, anyone?)
Barrel of Monkeys -
((Last I checked, wolves weren't nearly as fast as cheetahs. Which is about the speed one of the things would have to be running at in order to keep up with any meta with super-speed. Plus I didn't feel like editing my last post after noticing your edit! Thanks for giving me something to fight BTW!))
The Chase!
SOMEHOW these damn wolves were keeping up with Graxitica. He didn't know how they were doing it, and they were now spitting that acidic crap at him again. He wasn't about to waste time repairing that damage again as a strange new aura had enveloped him. Still moving and now showing no signs of slowing down from any effects of the acid, an idea occured to him.
Still running, he extended both his arms out, the ambient temperature of the air suddenly increasing rapidly. There was a slight flash as if something had been ignited very quickly, immediately followed by a smokey cloud & ashen soot which wrapped around the snouts of the two flanking wolves. He didn't stop with that, however - balling his claws into fists, they lit on fire as he pointed at one wolf, a fiery, ringed cage engulfing it as well as the wolf on his other side. Whether or not these wolves would even be choked up by his initial ignition didn't concern him - the trailing wolf was closing in, so he took aim and extended his forearm, concentrating every last bit of ill-will and evil thought into a very faint bolt of psychic energy directed at the foul beast.
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Nev'oroxis simply shrugged at Vetdjat at his question.
"From the way our mystics explain everything," he started in, "the High God was responsible for ALL of existence. All the other Gods were astonished at this feat, as most of them had no concern for such things. Once they saw what the High God made, however - they greedily began quarelling amongst themselves." He rubbed his chin at this. "I can see now how this would be the source of an idea...however, there are those that say there are no Gods, that everything around us ... just IS, you know? Personally, I try to avoid thinking about it all...I am merely a servant of my people, and to be distracted by such things could cost me life some day..." -
Avalancher would be an Earth/Storm 'troller or a Grav/Earth Dominator.
Amazing Solution -
The Forest
With his violent triumph over the foolish wolf that dared to block his path, Graxitica emanated an eerily pulsating light - a greenish-black wave of energy seemed to ooze all over his body, his power magically washing away the acid burns, and healing what damage they had done to him.
He didn't dilly-dally around, either. Even back in his time, wolves were majestic creatures, and even one as all-powerful as Graxitica had once been still held respect for the beasts. That is, Graxitica knew he was still being chased by the things, and didn't stop to gloat over the body of the now dead beast. He kept moving forward, again moving at blinding speeds, leaving the pursuing wolves baffled at his quick departure. -
The Burning Forest
Even moving at high speeds, Graxitica could make out obstacles and opponents that would impede his path. This dingy looking wolf, however, seemed different to Shortoth. The wolf seemed to have planted itself directly in Graxitica's path - and then he saw the beast's awful, rotting, snarling maw as it unhinged itself to let forth...
'It's too late to dodge!' some form of survival instinct screamed in his mind. 'Whatever, just a slight step here, might get some splash...' Whatever natural armor his new body was made of would have to hold up long enough. He knew a quick side-stepping strafe wouldn't prevent him from getting hit, but it would be enough to keep from taking a full- on hit from the black orb that shot out of the wolf's mouth.
Graxitica shifted his weight, and his momentum, quickly to his right, partially dodging a direct hit from the ball of acid. Whatever the stuff was, it seemed to only etch the natural armor of the beastly, mutated shell he inhabited, but it also caused some pain, and he felt a numbing sensation in his left arm. Still pushing his body forward, Graxitica shifted again, this time straight towards the wolf...
'I shall tear that thing's throat out with these bare hands!' the thought resonanted within the thick skull. There would be very little, if any, reaction time for the beast now. Infuriated, it somehow seemed the hulking form of Graxitica actually gained momentum as it barreled towards the wolf...and seemingly at what he would perceive to be the last moment for the creature to do anything to avoid his strike, his right arm thrust forward, the clawed hand wide open and prepared to wrap around the wolf's gray-furred throat.
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Quote:Nev'oroxis stroked his chin in thought as Vetdjat described the Khelari stellar vehicles. Since whatever form of humanity he was trying to portray himself as would have no clue about engines, he allowed himself to chuckle at the thought of a star expanding. He then nodded at Vetdjat as the Khelari described the entire process in very primitive layman's terms.Originally Posted by DeviousMe"Oh, I'd think all you'd really need is a large enough sail..." Vetdjat mused thoughtfully while he handed the crystal to his student, who in turn gave a muffled grunt of surprise upon finding the thing much heavier than expected. His teacher let out a quiet chuckle at the younger's wobbly departure.
"Or you could expand the sun of the system," he continued to Negative Rise, "though I imagine that'd defeat the purpose. Then again...oh. Sorry. There I go again. To answer your question as quickly as possible: we don't use sails. Our ships employ a combination of gravity generation, cold stream turbines, and corpuscular engines. Much like, um...hm, magic...a flying chariot that shoots spell-lightning out the back to go faster."
"So, your ships," his response began as if he was deep in thought, "house powerful artifacts that emit an energy so great as to propel them beyond the boundaries of a world?"
Negative Rise turned, pivoting off the ball of his right heel as he abruptly swung around, an unmistakeable military movement in order to change direction. Following Vetdjat, Nev'oroxis stepped off with his left foot, his very movements seemed to be performed unconciously. Easily keeping pace with the black-scaled being, he simply nodded as Vetdjat went into his "history lesson".Quote:As the elder Khelari stepped out of the shallow pool, the lava gradually began to drain, the upside-down falls reversing direction and taking the molten rock back down where it came from. Vetdjat motioned for the demon to follow as he set course toward a metal bridge that led to another section of the city.
"As for your people," he went on, "I've got the feeling you don't know your past too well. Well, either that or my imagination's gone off on a tangent again, which tends to happen with good frequency, so I might be running in a completely different direction here...but I think you humans evolved from a type of demon that needed something else to do after its creators had vanished. You see, a great many species exhibit a kind of psychological dimorphism. They group several concepts into categories they find agreeable and disagreeable, and let me tell you, the permutations of that are sheer endless. I've seen good and evil, orderly and chaotic, shaped and wild, organic and mechanical..."
The black-skinned demon known as Negative Rise in the Rogue Isles and on Earth, now calling himself High General Nev'oroxis here on Patches, listened closely to everything Vetdjat had to say.Quote:The list went on for a good few more seconds before Vetdjat caught his mind wandering again and set himself back on topic, "Either way, such species often reject what they find disagreeable, even though it's a part of them, and usually they'll attribute these disagreeable aspects to something they can personify. Now, since belief has a great influence on the structure of existence, that personification will come to be, whether they realize they create it or not. As a result, a being, or multiple beings in the case where it's not a fully collective belief, come to be, and are usually called demons. Sometimes the opposite will happen too and the agreeable aspects will personify, or the agreeable becomes the disagreeable, or both happen, and...well, you get the idea."
"In any case, since those beings exist because their oft-unwitting creators believe they do, they also usually cease to exist if their creators vanish." the Khelari finally reached the meat of his theory, "This can happen due to many reasons, but since demons are commonly created with the purpose of spreading the disagreeable aspects and absorbing the spirits of their creators after death, they can very well render them extinct. Or they might just no longer have a purpose and vanish due to that. Or, conversely, the demons might just embody those disagreeable aspects, feel incomplete, and seek to absorb their creators' other aspects instead to make themselves whole, so to speak. I suppose if that happened to your ancestors, there'd theoretically be no more need for any belief to sustain you. Yes, now that I think about it, that makes quite a measure of sense."
He chuckled at the thought, "Just think, if that's what happened, you humans actually became your creators. I imagine that's pretty unique. I wonder if the cycle continues after that? You did say you have priests, but weren't sure about gods..."
Everything the Khelari had said pertained to the ways of a past long forgotten, a way of forging demons from ideas and fears of humans. That practice had long been abandoned by not only Him Below but also ALL the other "true" demons - the fallen angels that so vehemately followed the Dark One down into the bowels of Hell itself. The modern minions of Hell, to the extent of his own knowledge, were either the corrupt souls of men and women eternally bound to serve, or true-born demons: the Hellish offspring of fallen angels and humans, Hellspawn of the fallen themselves, and quite simply - pure creatures of evil that seemingly appear out of nowhere, brought into physical existence by seemingly their own vile will.
"Vetdjat, are you saying that my entire heritage is all due to the existence of some form of... spiritual essence?" he asked in response. "Or rather," he began, knowing a better way to word the quesiton, "as some sort of idea or ideal residing in the mind of a demon, or angel?" he shook his head in a negative response at this line of his own questioning.
"The way you describe it, you make it all sound like some great work of fiction!" he heartily explained. "Well, rest assured, my people, including myself, won't so easily let go of life let alone live such a life!" -
Oh yeah being considered a witch/warlock situation ... well guess I'll just have to take a trip to the future to get some cloaking tech and THEN go back into the past. Of course, I'd have to figure out some way to bring a power source with me...oh well.
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Son/Kin Corruptor. With some sort of dancer's outfit I suppose.
Hal A. Pena -
I used to be in Active duty Army. Depending on your location, what job he winds up with in the NG, and various other things, he might wind up seeing a lot of deployment time. OR he might not, like I said there's numerous factors to this.
As for basic and AIT, so long as he's healthy, he should make it through all that just fine. If he's not in shape but still heatlhy, he should consider it a decent workout program with lodging, food and clothing. With a camping trip in there. Plus he'll get to fire weapons that normal people only see on TV. I HIGHLY recommend he keep himself hydrated during his training and his service time - going through basic during the summer is gonna be hell on anyone's body.
Make sure he knows to study up, don't volunteer for anything (all though Drill Sergeants will pick "volunteers"...), and try avoiding doing anything downright stupid. Depending on other factors, he may think about doing certain things such as Airborne/Air Assault, EOD (Explosive Ordinance Disposal), Infantry...well there's a LOT of things he can get into that may or may not put him in harm's way faster than other things. If he decides to end his career early make sure he gets a physical before parting ways.
He'll also need to get used to acronyms. A LOT of acronyms. Yes, even joke acronyms. And switch over to 24 hour time-keeping.
Military life, even NG and reserves, isn't for everyone. If he's good at following orders and has any sort of leadership qualities, things may work out leading into a career. As long as he doesn't go psychotic or attempt to do anything stupid and/or criminal, everything will work out. Also, he'll need to take advantage of every opportunity, because they're quite abundant. Finally, no - I wouldn't recommend military service to anyone, but we still need a military, and the military still requires people to fill its ranks. So, all the best to the both of you! -
Presented with the opportunities: I would definitely travel back in time to play winning lottery numbers. Won't have to travel too far back, can bring the money back with me or just stay put, and hey - wouldn't have to worry about my past self cause I would know where past self was! OK so my future self in the past would, if I indeed intended on staying in the past, move somewhere that I knew my past self would never wind up at. Because I would just happen to know where I was going at the time.
Now that I have the secret of time-travel unravelled, I'd frequent ages long past, observe, take pictures and video ... come back to the present and accumulate all this newly acquired info about our history and the planet's history into a secret location. I'd travel to the future to see if we've finally achieved anything comparable to faster-than-light travel, 'cause that's the only to travel through space, you know? Can't just go about using the same ol' prehistoric vehicles for that, and impulse engines won't get you very far either. If I travel to the future and find out people can teleport all over the place - you bet your sweet patootie I'm gettin a hold of that tech and bringing it back. Down with traffic and fossil-fueled engines!
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Ice/emp controller or Dark/sonic defender. Could also be any form of empath defender.
Exponential Escapade -
Dual Blades/Invuln (or WP or Regen[-Brute AT for regen]) Brute or Scrapper catgirl pirate. (DAMN I thought rapiers were available with broadsword!)
Can also be a Dual Pistols/MM blaster or DP/storm (or kin) corruptor.
Behold, the ...
Astonishing Mysterious
Pluck-A-Duck -
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Negative Rise's hand couldn't be restrained this time. With a resounding "SLAAAAP!", his palm connected right across his face from the onslaught of questions. Removing his hand and raising his head back up just in time to see Vetdjat turn the monolith into rubble, he just stood there letting his jaw drop. If he had been capable, he would appear to be dumbfounded.
"Look, Vetdjat," he started his response slowly, "I don't know what you keep going on about. I'm human. As far as I know, our mystics have only discovered a couple other of these 'planets', and even I'm not privvy to any other information other than that we've discovered other places such as this." He raised his arms in a sweeping motion, as if to include the entirety of Patches.
It also helped that Negative Rise may have, at one time, been an actual human, and even appeared human in nature. There was absolutely no way he could confirm that fact even for himself, though. The only thing keeping his lie going, it would seem at this point, would be his human appearance...
"As far as I know, my people are quite isolated from numerous happenings, as it seems your people have been through. Yes we have priests, numerous mages and other mystics as well. Not sure about gods, as I've never personally been in contact with any, nor have I even had the privelige of 'visions' and 'dreams'..." with that he watched Vetdjat hand Tamrat crimson crystal thing. "I must say you do have me at a great loss. You mentioned collapsing, then corrected yourself...coalesce? Un-evolved demons? Independent from what? Least of all this magnificent structure we're standing in...and that purplish-red thing? That reminds me, Tamrat did say something about you guys could leave this place? A ship? How in All Wonders can you sail off a planet?" he finished his own line of questioning by making a motion with his hand and arm - flattening his hand out, he thrust his arm forward, slowly, as if to mimic a sailing ship, and moved it upwards as if to suggest the ship was leaving a planet.
-'Hahahahahaha 'un-evolved' demons...what a hoot...demons with a function...this guy is a laugh-riot!'- internally Negative Rise was enthralled by the sheer rush of utter chaos. Mostly, though, he truly had no clue what Vetdjat was talking about, even with the whole slew of questioning his nature as a demon. Demons with a purpose...yeah - there were only a couple of Hellish demons he could think of that had one specific purpose, and those two were very ancient and ruled over a small corner of Hell. They would soon be utterly destroyed, though - those two had hellspawn that made them look like saints. Giving purpose to a demon was tantamount to calling them by their true names, and therefor had long ago been abandoned.
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Still Lost in the Woods...
Graxitica kept moving, his incredible speed making everything appear as a blur to his new-found eyes. 'How could those wolves POSSIBLY be keeping up with me?' he wondered.
Well, he wasn't about to stop to find out. Drawing upon his well of power, he caused an explosion to erupt among the trees in hopes of felling a good pile of them to block his backside. Not one to stand around waiting for the result, he did this while in full stride. Yes it slowed him down for a fraction of a second, but he was moving again at full speed within about a half-second.
'I definitely need something to experiment on, find out what all I've lost and what I still have,' he thought as he ran. 'Maybe this body is affecting my powers as well...' -
Nancy had been nodding her head at the end of Mr. MacAvoy's sentences.
Once he was finished, Ms. Hollister clicked off her recorder (which just so happened to simultaneously click off the tape recorder...) and her assistant finished up jotting down the notes of Mr. MacAvoy's statement. No doubt her shorthand was gonna need a cipher.
"Oh, yes they were all very well answered, thank you once again, Mr. MacAvoy," she replied. "I'm sure that on behalf of the people of Paragon and perhaps the majority of the planet, your efforts are greatly appreciated." As she finished, she flattened the back of her skirt against her legs while she sat back down, pulling a pencil out from behind her ear as she nabbed her assistant's notebook. Going over the notes, she scribbled in her own thoughts and took the time to decipher some of her assistant's shorthand. -
Global Name: @Kyzock
Server: Pinnacle, Virtue, Freedom, Protector, Infinity, Guardian, Champion, Justice, Liberty, Triumph, Victory, Test.
City of Heroes/City of Villains
RP Characters: I have over 160 alts in the game. So, I'm down for whatever.
Type of RP: Any
Can be contacted: In game tells, Forum PM's. In-game emails are restricted.
Times on: Whenever - tend to be on more in the evenings, around 6PM-Midnight, but sometimes I'm on earlier. Weekends are wide open.
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Welcome back, then!
Yeah, GR is gonna be a BLAST! -
Errorsmith, Bots/Traps MM, for governor of St. Martial!
Yr'Oni -
She had been patiently sitting among the audience, awaiting this very moment. After all, even in Paragon City, the very "Birthplace of Tomorrow" and home to many of the country's most valiant super-heroes, many "superpowered", "metahuman", and "super-natural" heroes didn't so readily reveal their true identities, let alone hold press conferences introducing themselves. Come to think of it, not many knew of her true identity, just the few FBSA agents that greeted her in the hospital after her "accident". They even went so far as to set her up with a new identity and helped her out with the whole "super-hero registration" process.
Nancy Hollister quickly raised her hand, standing up immediately as she did. (whether or not she was even recognized, after all, this WAS her first big assignment with her new job!) Dressed in a purple business jacket with a matching purple, pencil-length pleated skirt, she adjusted her plain-jane eyeglasses before she began speaking.
"Thank you Mr. MacAvoy, ah yes Ms. Hollister with the Paragon Daily News," she opened with, "I'll attempt to keep this short but I do have multiple questions. Well not many 'meta-humans' hold press conferences such as these revealing themselves to the City, let alone the world. Is there any particular reasoning behind why you're doing such a thing, if so for what purpose? Very few heroes do what they do for 'fame & fortune', you know...you say you're a Shadow Mage and have demonic blood flowing through your veins - yet you perform heroic deeds for the City? Finally...this isn't some kind of plot cooked up in the depths of Oranbega, is it?"
With that, Ms. Hollister, the secret identity of the little known and recently inducted hero of Paragon - Shotgirl, remained standing; her arm extended with a small digital recording device in the palm of her hand. She also happened to come prepared - her 'assistant' sitting next to her was quickly scribbling notes down about this guy, and she had brought in an old analog tape recorder which she kept hidden under her jacket. -
There's rules to this thread? Since when did that happen?
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A choo-choo train is not a series of seemingly unending sneezes.
Even if someone begs to differ, a choo-choo train is still just a steam-powered locomotive engine more commonly referred to as a "train".
Not to be mistaken with the word "train" which refers to the actual process of exercising one's body in order to become stronger, more agile, etc etc in order to compete in sporting events or just to "look good".
It's also not to be confused with a bride's wedding train that happens to be that long piece of cloth that drags on the floor behind the poor woman...imagine if someone steps on that thing! -
Captain Z would be a good name for a scrapper, tank or possibly a brute. So let's make a defender or blaster version of him!
As a defender: Rad/Archer. Costume selection: Hmmm, I'm just gonna say he has a giant Z on his chest, rest of the costume is whatever.
As a blaster: Archery/Energy. Again with the giant Z emblazoned on his chestpiece.
Rabbit Outta The Hat (Hey, that's 20 letters long, think that would actually fit!) -
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Negative Rise just stood there, the urge to slap the palm of his hand across his face quelled due to Vetdjat's needless and seemingly unstoppable flood of questions. -'They have NOOOO clue then...ESPECIALLY this so-called "Master Vetdjat'!'- his demonic mind roared with delight. -'Still, he knows I am not truly human. Let alone of a different variety of humanity. Am I even giving off any sort of demonic aura to these creatures? Whatever, I don't have the patience for this - even IF they could provide any sort of amusement for me.'-
Unconciously, his arm began to raise, and when he snapped out of thought, Nev'oroxis had to will his arm back down. That urge to slap his hand across his face had been stronger than he expected.
"Yes, indeed, my people call the planet Ag'xis," he began. "A reach is a series of mountain ranges, Tamrat," he non-chalantly answered the younger Khelari. Then he turned his head to Vetdjat. -'More lies hahahahahahaha!'- Didn't matter what he would say - lying served a variety of purposes, and he definitely wasn't about to be completely truthful with these two. Even if Vetdjat knew far more than what he was letting on and some form of the truth HAD to be told, it would still be far from the whole truth!
"I am the human High General of the Tevron Reaches of Ag'xis, Vetdjat," Nev'oroxis started in. "My purpose is simple - guard my people from the terrors found on my planet. My people don't "model" themselves ... we're born like this. Now, if the magical enchantments placed upon me by our priests have given you some other impression...?" -'FINALLY, why didn't I start with that to begin with?-' "Numerous protections were placed upon me by way of blessings and incantations. Is something amiss about them?"
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Lost in the Elven Woods
Graxitica did happen to notice the fey spirits had ceased chasing him. The howling wolves ... oh how did that sound bring up long supressed memories.
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A magic origin, Electric/Electric Dominator that chooses Matthew Burke has the starting contact! (Down with Arachnos! would be the battle cry. Or perhaps Damn the Mu!)
Ebenezer Scrood -
I second that motion of anything and must add unto it EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!