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dollhouse its on test,lol



uhm so essex and hall have soken and since i have deigned Keegan as Essex personal body slave, dont know when it happend so don't ask, I agree

I would join

*sigh* This means I'm eventually gonna have to make a Rp character on virtue...grr, why don't theyjust hurry and make it so you can move characters from server to server, I like Keegan

*Starts wailing*"KEEEEEEEEEEGGGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNN "

and if ANYone decides to throw in a "Leroy Jenkins" reference, I will filet them. *Begins sharpening the blade of his longsword on a wetstone."

((Wow this really took off, sorry I have been absent, stil having trouble and thank you for the patience.))


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Looking directly into this males eyes Circe' smiled showing her rows of razor sharp teeth. "I will do as you ask. HiveFather."

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Hivefather... No matter, they would all call him father or master eventually. The shadows began to lighten once more until the faint outline of the tall slender male could be seen, his dark hair covered most of his face in an eerily "The Grudge" sort of manner, showin only the glowign green eyes.

The head of the shadow nodded. The two green gems flashed and dissipated while the body followed close behind. Just as the ligths sprang to life, the bolt of the door unlocked adn a Longbow Gaurd waltzed in. "I have been instructed to take you to your actual quarters."

The longbow gaurd waited for her to rise and walked her to her quarters. After he opened the door he would let her in and leaved. On the bed, right in its center would be an envelope, completely black, with a seal of bright red, the emblazned seal was of a a pheonix, its wings spread wide.

The note read:

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12 midnight

Southern War Wall

Do Not get caught and my promise shall be fulfilled.



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There was no signature, but the entire page was black and written in a dark red, that was dried on the paper, if she was keen in her sense of smell, she would notice the faint smell of blood on the paper.


Meanwhile

In his office, Fa'lin sat in the chair once again. He knew he would not be able to teach this class for the first week or so atleast, just to root out those who he knew woould not be ready, worthy or loyal, so he must delegate again, but who to choose to train these delinquients to use their powers? Whom could he use to control them? That question would need to be answered and soon.

His finished writing the last letter, the blood form the tip of his finger. slid down and fell to the paper, dotting an i. After the last sheet of black paper was folded, in is equally dark envelope and sealed. he waved his hands over them and they dissapeared.

In Cells 1201 to 1205, Circe's room being 1206((i believe.)) the lights would dim and almost go out, though the hall outside would still be lit, none of the light coudl get into the room. Thousands of tiny red eyes would appear , hissing and speaking spontaneously in anceint dead lagnuages, from latin to languages unheard of. After a moment or two the eyes would go out and the darkness would fade and two envelopes, each addressed to a inmate of the room, would be laying dead enter of their bed and would state:

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12 midnight

Southern War Wall

Do Not get caught and true power awaits



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The shadows of Circe cell sprang to life of, seemingly, their own accord. They began to grow draker and darker until the room was so dark that nothing could bemade out at all, even witht he sharpest of eyes.

Suddenly and in several different places, glowing red eyes shone through the darkness. The Master welcomes you.... several voices hissed simultaneously. Just as the chorus of hissing voices ceased all the red eyes dissipated and were replaced by one pair of glowing green eyes. A hand reached out and stroked the young prince's cheek. "Your screams will go un-answered, your commands will go unheeded, in hear I am the Leader. If you learn that now, maybe your situation," the glowing lights illuminated the little cell dimly, but enough that he could be seen motioning around the cell, "can be helped."

The man leaned in close to Circe's ace, his dragon like features would strike fire into the hearts of the most daunting adversary or ally, unless their mental barriers were as unpenetrable as that of SisterPsyche. He slowly began to plant the seeds of fear adn respect in her mind.

"You hate this planet, you want to be home again, yet you are a half breed, so you have no place. Make your place at my side, as one of MY children and when this world is over run, I shall give you your planet as a reward."

The statement wasn't said diabolicly, just casually, as if they were old friends having a conversation, but his eyes locked with hers and she would feel the full extent of how truthful he was being and how powerful this man truly was.

He awaited her answer...

((As Mech stated above, I am having some internet problems, meanign I can only get online for a brief moment in the morning for right now, so things are left o his very capable hands, <33 u mech, please send the detailed descriptiosn toboth him and I in a PM.

Oh and for future refrence, i wouldl iek for you to only have ONE character at this time, until everyone is settled in, if there is a story arc you want formed, send it to me and Mechand we will discuss it and get back to you on it. But please try to keep the mutli characters to a minimuim, I kow you want to further your character's story, but polease be patient, if at all possible, pelase bring more rpers in to BE these characters that you need and therefore increase the spontanaiety of the actions and the fun within this rp.

Thank you for joining all, I really appreciate it ^_^


OuS))

SSgt Rayden answers the door dressed from head to to toe in zombie-Statesmen attire, complete with a real eyeball hanging from his own eye and bites at Spectral Terror.

Trick or Treat!

Rayden stood as the young lady slipped into the room. He came around to the front of the desk and stood towering over her, not to intimidate, but just because he was that tall. With a magnificently low boy that spoke of the grandeur of a gentleman of the middle ages, "Hello mi'lady." He knew he wouldhave to show this one respect in order to get it in return from her so he chose all of his words very carefully.

((Ok I have a certain plan I want to do with these, this is just my way of getting information on each character and it will go by ALOT easier this way. Please, one at a time, when your character is sent into the office, send me an outline of their background and any important notes about the character that you believe will be pertinent to this rp, thank you very much.

I will innitiate the call for each student and I will inniatiate the close of each "interview"> Fel free to rp about yourselves in the room, make connections and get to know eachother.
Thank you and be patient please ^_^.))

[u]Chapter 1: Ecstacy and Loss[u]


His entire body was ablaze, he could feel the fire burning within him, the lighting flashed in the sky and he new this was it, this was Ecstasy. Not just the feeling of ecstasy, like the climax after a late night encounter. This was that feeling and it felt like forever. This was the first of two Awakenings of power for a Wiccan child. He was the first born, the only born of the notorious villain, come to the light side, Tee Kee, alias Kabal Priest and his lovely wife, the angel, sent from the heavens themselves, Amaterasu. She had given up living in the heavens for her beloved human race and gave her divinity for this man that she fell in love with, but that is a tale for another time. This story is about their son, Keegan Priest.

The Power was surging through him. This was the esscence of all of his fathers ancestors, the great mystics of the islands. They gave life to it, yet it gave life to them, it was rooted in the mother earth and had given them all they knew and know today. This was true power and yet the boy knew that this was only a taste of it. A test, to see if he could handle what power was to come when he truly Awoken . Today was Keegan’s thirteenth birthday and the sun had eclipsed the moon, the next time this happened it would be the opposite way and this feeling would be multiplied by a million, when he turned 18.

Finally the 15 minutes that had stretched in his mind to seem like days, weeks, months, even years, came to a close. His body stood rigid in mid air for a few more moments before it fell limply and hit the sandy shore beneath him, sending it blasting into the air. The water rushed to the shore and the very tips of it lapped against his youthful chicks. Thick eyelashes batted open to reveal brought blue orbs, with all the wonders of raw power trapped within innocence. His arms stretched out and his body was pushed up from the beach floor. Just then the earth shook, toppling him over onto his side. The ensuing flash of light almost blinded him, but he was far enough away to where it only left him a little dazed.

He ran to the crest of the hill from which the light had come from and what he saw sent shivers down his spine. Hundreds upon thousands of brown hooded and cloaked men were swarm towards two figures in the distance. The figures were surrounded, each fighting their hardest. He noticed the large feathery white wings and at the same moment realized it was his mother and put two and two together and realized the other was his father.

The two stood there locked in a fruitless battle, yet for now they seemed to be on the winning end. He saw the tree trunk like legs of his father tense and his bear like feet set into the sand. Both arms, which were about the size of Keegan’s body twice over, rose into the air and came crushing down into the sand. As the boulder like biceps of this older man struck the sands a rumble could be felt through out the entire island. The sand burst upward and the cloaked figures in all direction were thrown back to the hill’s crest. Meanwhile, his mother rose into the sky and it delivered a spear of pure light energy into her upraised palms. With it she struck out at the group surrounding her and her husband. Energy lanced out from the head of the spear and struck in a wide arc, scorching both the cloaked minions and the earth separating them from her husband.
The boy watched on as the cloaks came ever nearer to reaching his parents and in succession they worked together and threw them back, but he could tell they were getting worn out. The enemy was multiplying and they were tired and had not trained for a fight like this in a long time. The cloaks had been counting on this and continued to rush until suddenly everything stopped. His mother was grounded now, a fine placed shot having crippled her beautiful white wings, singing them to the bone. She stood next to her husband proud and tall, though she only reached the bottom of his chest. His father had been burned and bruised, scratched and scrap, more times then Keegan could count, yet those ripped muscles stood strong, towering above his wife and the rest of these creatures. A stomp on the floor that hadn’t come form his father caught Keegan’s attention. A new portal had opened up and a man much different from these cloaked figures walked out. His head was shaven completely and below angry brows were set two glowing, emerald green eyes. His mouth was hidden by the cowl of his robe that was a deeper forest green, outlined in a reverent gold, much like the color to the runes strewn about the arms and body of the robe. The man carried a staff, long and wooden and made of white oak, though it glowed a deep black. Within its tip was a glowing black energy ball that seemed to be a living creature, the way it growled and hissed. The energy flowing from the ball seemed to form living tentacles.

Keegan’s body trembled. He knew this was not a good sign for his parents. The man waited as all of his minions dissipated into thin air, returning back to their home. After every last living cloak had vanished he stepped forward coming closer and closer to his parents. Keegan’s father took action and bolted towards him. All the bald mystic did was tilt the staff and out shot an amazing ball of energy that caught his father square in the chest, sizzled and then pierced through the other side. After the beam disappeared he heard his mother’s shrill cry of anguish and turned back to his father who stood upright yet was missing a large portion of his upper torso, no blood spilt form it and it just seemed as if that part decided to vanish with the cloaks. Then he saw his father cough up blood, his eyes went blank and he fell, the last of his life receding. The tears came to his eyes before even he knew it and he ran full on, half running half stumbling, down the hill at the one he saw as his enemy. The man began to turn, the staff rising to meet another soon to be fallen adversary, but his mother reacted quicker. She leapt at the man, her lance glowing just as brightly and the bald mystic had no choice but to turn his attention back to her. The spear and the staff clashed and broke the sky into a myriad of different colors, but what she hadn’t counted on was the blade. It shimmered in the life for one brief moment, and then slashed across her throat and the light in her eyes dimmed and faded as well. She hit the ground along with her spear and, surprisingly, the man’s staff as well.

Keegan had stopped dead in his tracks, his whole body tensed. The tears streamed down his face unbroken, but he never even felt them. A fire leapt into his eyes and a shadow of pure darkness crept across his vision until it fully engulfed the last of the innocent light blue eyes. In this moment his purity was altered, not destroyed, but changed. His foot steps were planted softer, as if he would go into the martial art of his people, known only as Lau, which was taught at a very early age and was a branch off of that Capoiera style. At his age he was already a learnt master in this art. But that was not his intention. He ran at the man, full force, yet the man began to laugh, not even stopping to pick up his fallen staff. This was his first and last mistake.

In the boy’s hands were two significantly large, glowing energy spheres and as he got a few steps away form his parents murderer, he pushed off the ground and hurled both into the face of his enemy. The smell of seared skin was all he needed to know that his attack had hit home. The rest of his somersault landed him on the other side of the man, near the body of his mother, his hands landed on both the spear and the staff. The man turned around just in time to say “O Lord of Orenbagen,” before the boy spun and touched both tips together and connected them where the man’s heart would be. The energy flowed smoothly, light and dark mixing with each other to attack the evil doer, his heart stopped first, though the darkness within him kept him alive for his demise. First the darkness shredded through all of his internal organs, ripping him apart from the inside as if it called for vengeance upon him. Secondly, the light seared the skin from his bones, layer by layer as if it too were reeking vengeance upon its owner’s killer. Finally, the boy’s own energy matched the anger and ferocity of these two energies and combined all three to extinguish his life, body and soul from this plane of existence. After the lights went out so did the boy, his knees buckled and hit the sand, followed by the upper portion of his tiny, toned, shirtless body. As his head hit the sand and the darkness crept upon the edges of his vision he saw his father’s dead body rotting, his mothers beautiful angel figure dissipating into the heavens where she belonged and the glowing ball of energy, freed from its cage transforming and taking shape, the tentacles, the elongated floating body, and lastly the predatorial head and just as he fell from consciousness, he saw the white light of his mother’s staff pierce through the darkness surrounding the figure and purify it.

As the marching line of insignificant ants also known as his students filed out of view he heard the gates slide smoothly open. “It seems as if our guests should be up shortly.” The man turned the seat and pushed it back all in the same motion without even glancing at the man standing next to him. In a flash quicker then the eye can see, his gloved hand snatched out and grabbed the other glove, put it back on the ungloved hand and rested them both back down on his lap.

Silently he quirked a brow at Mr. Williams, “Well are you going to just stand here or are you going to great them as their spiritual guide?” a tiny smirk crossed his features as he said this in a mocking undertone, just enough to seem playful, not mean. His hand raised and motioned for the man to exit the room.

After he left, the man sat there, hands folded in the cliché super villain manner. If anyone walked in they’d swear that they should be hearing a “Mwuahahah” or he should be stroking a fat white fuzzy cat. He realized this himself and shook himself out of it, silently placing his hands flat on either side of the desk. Using his elbow, he hit the red pressed the red button. As he tensed his arm to keep it suppressed he spoke into the speaker. “Send the first one in, Katsumei Parker.”

((MM and SA, please slow down abit and let the other characters have time to come, because I have something I want to happen soon and it involves everyone, ok?))

The boy turned briefly to survey the idiot of a girl's attempt to defy the man who obviously seemed to be the leader of this "pack" of Longbow Gaurdmen. Obviously she would fail, he cooly had calculated from the first moment he had noticed the grin on her face. Luckily no one else was foolish enough to try to cause any trouble.

The girl was "cuffed", though compared to his, her chains seemed like zipties. A small giggle slipped through the boys stoic facade as he thought of the prospect of being tighed up with zipties strong enough to hold his powers. In a rush to cover up the high pitched giggle, the boy coughed loudly.

"Hush Haku." The longbow gaurd closest to him stated. She had been the only one nice to him this whole bus ride, constantly keeping a low conversation with him, cheering him up when he seemed depressed, he decided when he set this place on fire, she, he would spare.

Haku nodded meekly, his eyes giving all the thanks his mouth couldn't truly spill out. Her gracious smile was enough for him as well asshe walked by him, her long blonde ponytail brushed the tip of his nose as if to tease him, but he kept calm.

The line began to move and he fell into step with them. Thinking back, the boy remembered over hearing the conversation that came from the big mans comm link and realized they were headed tos ee "The Boss" and he obviously wanted to to meet them.


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Boss, bleh, he just had to say that didn't he. Fa'lin scowled inwardly, he knew tha tname would most likely stick for the rest of the term, until they learned to fear him and referred to him as master.

As if an interruption to his thoughts was needed, he heard his secretary address someone, obviously the Holy Killer, though he wished for it to be Meat-head. The sound of his door sliding open in the general "star trek" fashion forced him to take notice of the man entering the room.

There was a large gap in stature between the two, btu he knew if it came down to it, whether or not the other had his brace on, he could handle him and that is why he "entruted" the position of "anger managment" to this bafoon.

Without turnign the chair, he motioned for the teacher to come stand by him and peer out the window at the single file line that now ran from the front gate to the front steps of the "school" with Longbow agents on either side of it. "They are what we have to work with, seems liek you have your work cut out for you. One of them has already tried to attack Mr. O'shea." he said to Mr. Washington while takign a quick glance at him from the corner of his eyes and returning his focus back to the line outside.

((Wow, remind me to never leave my computer AGAIN as a GM, lol.))

He vaguely remember how he liked the shadows, the sunlight seemed to fall from the one whole in the sky to spotlight him like an actor on stage, hwo he hated it.

The boy couldn't be more then 13, even though he looked around 11. He was short, only around 5'2 or 5'3, very slender and held all the features of a boy prior to puberty's beginings.
Dark black hair framed the boys youthful face like a tiny lion's mane, trasfering into a bright blonde at the tips. The bright white suit that all the othe r"busmates" had to wear, fit very loosely on him, no size small enough for him and the interlocking bracers surrounded both of his hands entirely.

For the twelth time since he had been put on this bus and had the bracers snapped shut around his hands, he focused, bringing the fire to his heart and tried to produce it from his palms and for the twelth time, the light beeped red and a Longbow rushed to his side and quickly dealt him a sharp jab to the chest, which made him fall to his knees.

The boy said nothing, he simply stood up again, resigned that this was his twelth failure, and that numebr thirteen would prove better, he crossed the line and the light blinked green on his wrist.

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The dark figure moved back around to the other side of the desk, his hands quickly releasing the sheathed blade on the desk as quickly as he had grasped it. His fiery eyes flashed to the window and he saw all the children as they stood there, being degraded by the Longbow agents.

He couldn't help but laugh, those ignorant fools yelled and scrame but deep inside they would defend these children to the death, well most would, he had to throw a few biased ones in the bunch or this wouldn't be fun, not at all.

With a large sigh as he briefly ran through the list again, Fa'lin fell into his leather high backed chair and let a sledner figner run across the bright red button.

Paging Mr. Washington....report to my office.


He'd have need of the priestly buffoon to show muscle and intimidate those he could, as logn as he didn't speak this would go well.

"Now for the others," he contacted Meatwagon's communicator,"Mr. O'Shea, I would like to see the students as soon as possible, thank you."

((It's ok dollhouse, I'll just have lily as one of the innmates that were shipped in immediately, so its totally ok, for future reference, if anyone else decides theyw ant to already BE at the prison,w hich I would prefer you not do, bring it up with me in a PM first. Thank you.

Also, I will be introducing my student a little bit later, I want to see the different types of attitudes and powers the students have before I bring in my kid.))

((Thanks MEch, he is the co-GM of this thread, whatever he says goes, unless i over rule it myself. Virtually all teacher positions are open, just please PM or Mecha before putting one in, for approval purposes.))

Sergeant Rayden, or rather Fa’ Lin, sat in the high back, black, leather chair, facing the window at the top of the building. This was to be his office, though he would rarely be here, but this is where the inmates were to be brought, one at a time, by the idiot who was banging on the walls outside, Meat something…hammer. Meat head, who cares, he wasn’t important at the moment. What was important were the names on the list, which of these many inmates would be able, let alone worthy enough to become part of his secret “class”. He would soon find out.


A long slender hand raised and pressed a button the chair, sounding a low chirp, which would be sent to the corresponding communicator, that of Meaty, Fa’Lin spoke up “Bring all the new children to the hall outside of my office, bring several Longbows to keep them in line, notify me when they are all in.” He let go of the button and stood, walking away from the seat before any answer could be returned.


A manila folder was held within his other black, gloved hand and he lifted to his face, opened it and began to read through the names.

Terroricer

Kayen Alador

Julian Grace

Katsumei Parker..Hidden Raven

There were others on the list, but he had found the one he had been looking for, “This girl should be interesting.” He thought as his finger ran over the name Hidden Raven and the other, the young boy, might be amusing to see how he fairs. His eye looked to the wall, a blade sat atop his desk, it had been confiscated in a bust earlier this month, though it hadn’t stayed in police custody for long, he wondered if she’d recognize it.

The man sighed, this was a very large risk he was taking, if any one of these noticed something suspicious, or happened to be a spy, which there was no doubt that there would be one if not more, his whole plan could be ruined. He needed to be slow and meticulously careful, just how he had been taught.

Don’t go searching, let them come to me. he thought to himself as he leaned his back against his desk, his fingers on all sides of the hilt of the blade, though not touching it.


((Thanks for the description, I hope yoyu guys can guess that some how all of you need to be brought up to the hall of the office, by Mechs char and you guys areALL on the same bus.))

Keegan raised an eyebrow in confusion at Kef, not knowing whether he should be insulted, hurt, or satisfied. So in the end the boy settled for confusioin and shrugged it off. He listened intently at the conversation going on between Acid and KEf, and made sure the charms set in to cloack his thoughts were still in tact, though he doubted there would be any reason for anyone to delve in there, seeing as he knew about as much about what was going on as the others in the room,minus moonscribe, kef, acid and the talking stone.

Keegan stood about as eveyrone flocked into the room and upon Kef's appearance he just stared, he felt the same eerie feeling he had gotten around Moonscribe, except he wasn't exactly as impressed as he had been. He was more awed at the sudden appearance of this funny little man.


Keegan's focused changed as the holographic map of coordinates showed itself, his eyes marked each dot and tried to file them away in his memory, before being deterered yet again by Kef's antics."Will you shut up, jeesus."

Ok eveyrone has spoken and now it is up, so I hope you guys likey and bring some life to it, yes as you can tell I am really bored, because sometimes RPS are fast and sometimes they are slow and in game gets me frustrated alot of the time, so this is my relax point, lol

((HAHAHA Strawberry Icing, that gave me a good laugh, lol))

The wind whipped the long midnight black hair across the slender face of the slim figure standing atop the roof of the facility. His eyes peered out across the plain and saw the armored bus, filled with his “students” speeding closer and closer to the front gates. With a small sigh he snapped his neck to both sides.

The badge on the left side of the deep black armor that covered the entirety of his body reflected the bright light of the sun and could be seen from the bus below, like a flicker of a watch from a distance. The plate read Sergeant Rayden, if any of the students could see it from the distance. He was a Sergeant, though he didn’t look the part. His long black hair was pulled over one ear and behind the other, the left ear to be precise. In that ear hung a small ear ring, silver and purple and in the shape of a staff and hanging in mid air below it, was a small glowing orb. The same was hidden on the other ear by his dark hair. Small rimmed spectacles sat upon the rim of his narrow nose. His face was smooth, he almost looked like he was only a teenager, though he had been alive to see the birth of the one now known as Statesman, he could remember in detail the fall of Troy and the rise of Rome, the fall of Greece and the reformation into monotheism, but this was all in the past.

The man peered on, both armored hands rested on his knee, while that foot rested upon the rail of the roofing. The armor he wore was fitted to his body, showing how slender he truly was, at the center stood a glowing red phoenix, the same bright red as his eyes. They both seemed to shift in color like a living flame. With a laugh he turned his back on the approaching bus as it entered the gates after a nod of his approval to the longbow guard, Sight Seer, his name was, a good a name as any of these so called “well trained” guardians of Paragon City. He laughed at the thought, these children thought themselves well trained, the world had never seen the likes of what he would make of these children, his students, his sons and daughters, these he would make into the greatest of their kind, and all under the very nose of the one who suspected him the least, The Statesman, these would be come the greatest villains on the face of the planet and they would all be loyal to him, Fa’ Lin, the Dark Phoenix

((Villains))

((OOC: Ok here is the setting,

This is a juvenile detention facility; its name is Sergeant Rayden’s Juvenile Villainy Detention Center, or Sarge Ray’s Juvie. The headmaster, you will be introduced to in a moment, but this place is not as bright and happy as the Golden Eagle Academy even though it resembles it very much.

Building: Each dorm room will house two villain students; students should be in between the ages of 13 and 17, none older then 19. At the entrance to the gate, which look beautiful, marvelously tended bushes and a grand green front yard, surrounded by a large brick wall. The only entrance is the front gates. They are large and black and made of an adimantium substance; think the stuff captain America’s shield is made of. Atop the brick walls are sensors with cameras and guarding those gates at all times are at least two, sometimes three, Longbow Guards, always either a Tanker and Blaster and the third would be a Defender. The gates themselves are sensors and detect the entrance or exit of the Bracers worn on each inmate’s wrist; they resemble a smaller version of the watch from Ben 10. The watches blink green when in the right zone, yellow as you near a border and flash a bright red which shows through any and all clothing/armor/etc. Also when this “red zone” is reached, an instant mental “shock” is sent through out the entire body of the inmate, completely stunning the nervous system and shutting down the bodily functions. These bracers also shut off students powers completely, unless otherwise changed by an AUTHORIZED teacher, by authorized I mean you have to PM me first and ask. Other then this and the bars, made out of the same material as the gate, on each window of every students room, class room, etc. and the auto lockdown doors, which are the front door, classroom doors and dorm rooms, which close and lock promptly at 11 o clock, the Detention Center is JUST like a replica of the Golden Eagle Academy.

Now I know the complete turn off of powers is a drag, but this is just to insure that there aren’t escape attempts every couple of posts. If you intend to escape, please PM me FIRST and it will be put into the story arc, if not, expect the longbow guards to catch you immediately and detain you. Each student should be unique, not every villain is a bad [censored] and not every villain has the same “I hate the world” attitude. I want for this school to be a place where these villains will make future bonds to rise to power in their future lives and become a rival to even the Orenbagen and Arachnos.

Staff- If you have a staff member please PM me the specifics about them first, background, how long they have been working at the school, full description of physical features, powers and any ulterior motives they may have((I would love some of these but only a few and only if approved first))

Other then that, make a character, you all know the format for introduction, the detention facility is new, so I would like for you to all start on the same bus, transferring the students to this school, but if you must, you can be dropped off by a parent, over all have fun and I hope this goes well.))

((OOC: Ok here is the setting,

This is a juvenile detention facility; its name is Sergeant Rayden’s Juvenile Villainy Detention Center, or Sarge Ray’s Juvie. The headmaster, you will be introduced to in a moment, but this place is not as bright and happy as the Golden Eagle Academy even though it resembles it very much.

Building: Each dorm room will house two villain students; students should be in between the ages of 13 and 17, none older then 19. At the entrance to the gate, which look beautiful, marvelously tended bushes and a grand green front yard, surrounded by a large brick wall. The only entrance is the front gates. They are large and black and made of an adimantium substance; think the stuff captain America’s shield is made of. Atop the brick walls are sensors with cameras and guarding those gates at all times are at least two, sometimes three, Longbow Guards, always either a Tanker and Blaster and the third would be a Defender. The gates themselves are sensors and detect the entrance or exit of the Bracers worn on each inmate’s wrist; they resemble a smaller version of the watch from Ben 10. The watches blink green when in the right zone, yellow as you near a border and flash a bright red which shows through any and all clothing/armor/etc. Also when this “red zone” is reached, an instant mental “shock” is sent through out the entire body of the inmate, completely stunning the nervous system and shutting down the bodily functions. These bracers also shut off students powers completely, unless otherwise changed by an AUTHORIZED teacher, by authorized I mean you have to PM me first and ask. Other then this and the bars, made out of the same material as the gate, on each window of every students room, class room, etc. and the auto lockdown doors, which are the front door, classroom doors and dorm rooms, which close and lock promptly at 11 o clock, the Detention Center is JUST like a replica of the Golden Eagle Academy.

Now I know the complete turn off of powers is a drag, but this is just to insure that there aren’t escape attempts every couple of posts. If you intend to escape, please PM me FIRST and it will be put into the story arc, if not, expect the longbow guards to catch you immediately and detain you. Each student should be unique, not every villain is a bad [censored] and not every villain has the same “I hate the world” attitude. I want for this school to be a place where these villains will make future bonds to rise to power in their future lives and become a rival to even the Orenbagen and Arachnos.

Staff- If you have a staff member please PM me the specifics about them first, background, how long they have been working at the school, full description of physical features, powers and any ulterior motives they may have((I would love some of these but only a few and only if approved first))

Other then that, make a character, you all know the format for introduction, the detention facility is new, so I would like for you to all start on the same bus, transferring the students to this school, but if you must, you can be dropped off by a parent, over all have fun and I hope this goes well.))

((OOC: Ok well this is what a few Rpers have been waiting for, It failed the first time around, but there is a new Idea behind it and a new GM and hopefully the support of my fellow rpers, so if you need to know the rules, I think they were best quoted in this…

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((OOC: First off, I’d like to thank Leogunner immensely for compiling all of that information! I’m saving that in a folder right away, I can never remember who all the teachers are, much less who plays them! Great job, buddy!

Second, I thought that I’d lay down a few rules. I haven’t done this as of yet, but I figure now would be a good time, just because we’ve got a few new people joining and it’s always nice to clarify exactly what’s accepted to players.

No godmoding. Seems easy enough, but I feel I should elaborate to really express what I mean by this.

Be realistic. Okay, stupid way to put it in a super hero RP, but I don’t know how else to get it across. Heroes should have a theme to their powers. Try to keep consistent with power sets, though I don’t mind if you throw in extra stuff. I mean, I’m not constricting you to pick two power sets and stick with them, just make your powers make some sense. Like, don’t have a hero that can fire off energy blasts, set things on fire, freeze everything, take over a victim’s mind and manipulate gravity to throw them into the sun all while being intangible. Gross overexageration there, of course, but you get what I mean, I hope.

All characters are the same level. Also, they ARE in training! Remember not to make them too grossly overpowerful. We’ve got about a dozen students here, don’t have your student find the perfect solution and make all the others obsolete. Oh, and don’t say that your hero has taken down villains like Crey and Vahz or anything, it’s just silly. Saying they beat villains of your own creation are alright, I could care less, but don’t say they put away a villain that’s actually in the game. They aren’t more powerful than them, that’s just part of the RP, it makes it fun. Had a large problem with this in Supervillain 101, which I believe is why it died.

No hitting the alpha villains! I will do that for you! I don’t mind if someone knocks out a henchman in an action post without my say so, in fact, it would be super annoying if they didn’t, but leave the reactions from the big guys to me. Every one of my villains is different, has different weaknesses, and reacts different from one another, so while something may seem unstoppable to one of them, it may be easy to dodge or block for another. Just let me deal with the hit parts of it. Tell me what happens, how you’re attacking, all that fun stuff, but I get the final say. This is generally the drill for any RP on the boards, but I’d like toconfirm it here. This doesn’t mean that you’re always gonna miss or that you’re attacks will never have any effect, it’s just that I’ll be the one to decide.

Now for some general rules….

No beginning story arcs without my express permission, which will not happen for a while, because not only do I have a lot to do to get my story rolling (yes, I do have a very large story prepared for the school year, and have had it for months now), but I've got several people who are already running stuff in the near future.

No OOC arguments! If someone does something you don't like, make sure to express your anger in a polite fashion, don't blow up on people. Insulting another RPer will result in an immediate expulsion of your character and you won't be asked to come back. Don’t be a Lazarus.



Make your character fit into a school setting. Meaning, no adults in high school. (hehe, Ramier)

One last rule, be patient! There are players who can't post as often as others, especially during the school year, and it may be necessary to wait a day or two for a response. As the GM, I feel that I should be getting responses up as quick as possible, so if I make you wait for more than a day, feel free to send me a PM, as I may have missed your post or forgotten. I really don’t want to leave anyone behind, but I also tend to read through quicker than I should and could easily miss something. Like I said, please feel free!

I know, lengthy, but that’s all I’ve got for now unless I decide to throw down some amendments! Thanks for reading, everybody!))

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Thank you Billyboy, lol))

Ok, sounds like I have a promising RPG, its my very first that i will be making, so please give me some slack if it isnt perfect, of course I will put in a char to be the teacher, probably just be the headmaster, but I willl eave the student making to you guys until I feel I need to make one.