Rakash_NA

Let's see. . .

Deadly Orchid - warshade (vampire) - "I'm Not Dead" by Pink and "Voodoo People" by Prodigy.

Hang Ten Wahini - empath / energy defender (surfer) - "Wipeout" and other surf genre music by various artists.

Fruity Pebbles - peacebringer (biker chick) - "When the Morning Comes" and "Defeat You" by Smash Mouth.

Skyclad Huntress - archery / trick arrow (mythological faun) - "Skylined" and "Climbatize" by Prodigy.

My assorted catgirls and ratgirls - "Rock This Town" by the Stray Cats.

My assorted villains - "Momma Told me not to Come" by 3 Dog Night and "Stuck in the Middle with You" by Stealer's Wheel.

I have alot more but those are the ones that are my faves.

* Supergroup Name(s):

Dark Vampires of Paragon City

Dark Vampires - Immortals

* Website

DarkVampires.guildportal.com

* Leader or Recruiting Officers:

Vampire Joe (our Founder) or any of our members

* Preferred Methods of contact:

Request Channel

Ingame email

Ingame face to face under Atlas

Just give a shout out for any Dark Vampires and we'll answer

* Guild Description:

Motto:

"A little blood must spill..." - Dark Vampires of Paragon City

"Blood is Life! Life is Blood!" - Dark Vampires - Immortals

Membership requirements:

None, but we do request you run in SG mode to level 35 to earn prestige for your base.

Promotions are based upon prestige earned for 10K, 50K and 100K.

We also request that if you take from storage that you add to it when you can to replace what you've used.

When you attain level 50 (or if you have infrequently played alts) we do ask you to request being moved to the Dark Vampires - Immortals to make room for new fledgelings asking admittance to the tomb (starter base).

Other information:

For our fledgeling bloodsucker vamps we have available:

11 telepads with 21 beacons placed to the major zones.

In our infirmary is a Tree of Wonders for you to buy and sell at and rez ring.

In our workshops we have a vault with invention tables.

We also have our storage bins divided into arcane and tech for ease of sorting.

For our more advanced heartless/bloodlust/Count or Countess vamps we have the above amenities plus:

Enhancement storage you can add to and take from as needed for your use.

Inspiration storage you can add to and take from as needed for your use.

IO storage you can add to and take from as needed for your use.

A Tier 3 Tech Empowerment Station for your temporary buffs and powers.

For our Dark Vampires - Immortals:

We are currently coalitioned with Dark Vampires of Paragon City enabling you to still use some items (telepads, Tree of Wonders, rez ring, etc.) while we build your raiding base.

General info about the base:

We have a cozy and well decorated tomb for your residency including balconies for you or your servants/slaves/pets to roost or perch on.

It is complete with amber stained-glass windows with an eye-catching all seeing eye.

There's a library with oracle for your use in spell research.

We take special pride in our clean and cool crypt complete with stone sarcophogi for your repose.

We even have the Blood Bar if you wish to spend a relaxing evening socializing with your victi... er... 'date'.

We'd love to give you a tour of our cozy home, just ask any of our Dark Vampires to show you around. We'd love to meet you!

After a few awkward moments of trying to make sense of everything Orchid finally asked, "Doc? You said I'm checked into the clinic... do I have a room? I think I'd like to lay down a few minutes - I feel exhausted."

The doctor paged housekeeping to find out which room was Orchids and escorted her there pointing out the amenities of the ward as they passed them. "We're pretty informal here, you can wander around indoors and out if you'd like as long as you wear your patient ID and keep your appointments we'll be making for you. If you get lost just ask security or the staff and they'll take you where you need to go."

As Orchid walked barefooted to her room she noted the pleasant feel of the cool linoleum floor under her feet. She noticed how clean everything was and the lack of harsh chemical disinfectant smell - a relaxing scent of lavendar and rose caught her attention as she stopped at the doorway of her room.

The doctor went in first then invited Orchid into what was to be her domicile for however long she needed to stay.

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Orchid got the fifty-cent tour of her room from the doctor.

"You have your own private bathroom with shower, you have a fridge for any snacks or drinks you'd like to keep cold, a coffee maker, a built in dresser for your personal items inside your clothes closet, pamphlets with some info about what activities are available for you on your table there. There's a buzzer by your bed - an emergency button if you will - just in case you need to call a nurse or orderly. The nurse's station is just down the hall if you need anything like housekeeping, meds or information. Any questions before I leave you so you can rest?"

"I can't think of any, doc, I just need to lay down a few."

"Alrighty then, enjoy your stay and I'll be checking in on you from time to time."

The doctor left and Orchid surveyed her room.

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"I don't know why they assume I like the color black. They've draped my room in it - the blackout curtains on the window, the covering over the mirror, even my bedspread and shower curtain... This has got to go... I need some color in here..."

Orchid put her things away deciding as she hung up her trenchcoat to stay barefooted, the cold floor felt good as she walked to the nurse's station to correct the drab darkness of her room.

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"We'll get housekeeping right on that, what colors would you prefer in your room?" The nurse was nice enough as she took down Orchid's request for soft pastels in cool tones of pink, blue, gray and white. "I see you need a room darkening liner for your curtains - allergic to sunlight?"

Orchid nodded, "Yes, something like that."

The nurse put the request into a computer on the station desk and waited for confirmation from housekeeping. "They should be up to add some color to your room in about an hour. If you'd like to look around while they work on your room we have a really nice spa and pool where some of the other visitors and patients like to relax."

A nice cool dip in a pool sounded good to Orchid, "I'll check that out then, thanks."

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She returned to her room and looked in the dresser for the possibility of a swimsuit and struck gold. "Yes! A sunscreen suit - they are thinking of my needs here!"

Orchid dressed in the swimwear which could only be compared to an Indian kameeze top with churidar leggings. The form fitting leggings covered all but her feet, the top which was a modest knee length and form fitting long sleeved covered all but her hands, the matching cap covered all but her face - it was genius!

Orchid slipped on terrycloth slippers and matching bathrobe, grabbed the suit matching gloves and booties as well as a towel and several magazines and headed to the pool.

"Flip flop, flip flop, flip flop", the noise of the slippers ever so slightly annoyed her but she didn't care, she could walk around in relative freedom and that made her content as she followed the signs to the pool.

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(( Hooray! Now I can finally meet you all ! ))

The doctor soon arrived to see Orchid in the closet, peacefully rocking and humming softly to herself.

"Has she said anything?", the doctor asked of no one in particular on the security team.

"You've got a strange one here, doc. She was reciting a nursery rhyme about piggies while she counted her toes. She's not been violent just calm and withdrawn" replied the security guard holding Orchid's hat, boots and stockings as he handed them over to the doctor.

The doctor entered the closet as the security team answered another call. "Sorry doc, incident at the hot tub..."

"Orchid? I'm a doctor here at the clinic and I want to help you. I have your hat and boots if you'd like them back. Are you ok? Do you know where you are?" a calm and well-practiced voice asked the softly humming warshade.

"They're gone... all gone... I did a bad thing and must atone for it....", replied Orchid as she stared into the dark corner of the janitor's closet.

The doctor sat on the floor next to Orchid and reached out a hand to touch the warshade's face. "Orchid? We want to help you... what can we do for you here?"

The doctor's hand was warm on Orchid's cold face and a pale purple glow enveloped it as Orchid's hand reached up to press it harder to her cheek. The color began to drain from the doctor's hand as Orchid's ashen face began to turn a rich bronze, her pale eyes began to change into a soft golden brown color.

"Please... just a little warmth, a little life....just.. just a little..." whispered Orchid as the doctor's hand went completely numb, the color loss and loss of feeling slowly spreading to the elbow.

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"Orchid... stop, please stop!" the doctor's voice pleading as the numbness and color drained from the arm up to the shoulder.

Orchid turned with a now horrified expression on a warm bronze and healthy looking face to gaze into the doctor's eyes, "Oh my gawd.. I'm sorry... so sorry..." She pushed herself away as she released the doctor's hand. "Can you move your arm or fingers?"

The doctor did move the now white and icy cold fingers and the greying arm and shoulder with no grimmace of pain or discomfort. "How? What did you just do to m... " but the question was lost as the medically trained eyes looked upon a seeming miracle of recovery.

"Your hair... your skin... your eyes..." clearly a medically trained mind was bewildered and conflicted. "How... What... Amazing..."

Orchid was taking her hat, boots and hosiery from the doctor, "This may be a weird question but...where am I and how and when did I get here? For that matter... where is 'here'? And why were you holding my hat and boots?"

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The doctor sat looking a bit confused. "You don't remember checking yourself in to the Warhawk Clinic?"

Orchid looked at the floor and wiggled the toes on her bare feet. "Oh... Is that where I am? How long have I been here?" She groaned with the realization that she must have had another black-out and hoped that there hadn't been another 'incident' she wouldn't be able to explain.

The color and circulation was returning to the doctor's arm and hand. "Just what DO you remember Orchid?"

"I remember being in Talos Island... on the steps of a church I like to stop at when I walk at night."

"And when was that, Orchid?"

"What's today's date, doc?"

The doctor told her the date and Orchid's eyes dropped to the floor as she answered, "That was over a month ago..."

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The voices began to speak as Orchid looked for an escape without causing a scene or confronting any of the staff members of the Ward.

"Go on, you know you can be the warrior you've been designed to be... Show them what you can do...." the voices taunted.

"Shut up! These are innocents doing their job. They've just made a mistake in their understanding of me..." Orchid rebutted.

"Come on... show them you're the more evolved species... you know it'd be sooo easy..." the voices encouraged once more.

"I knew this was a mistake!" Orchid screamed as she raised her hands to her sides.

The interns and security stopped as she blinked from their view into seemingly thin air. Orchid was still there though, invisible to human eyes. Warshades had the gift of concealment as a survival adaptation and although she wouldn't remember it Orchid was in survival mode.

The rational Orchid was no more, she was 'blacked out' as the alien entity took control.

"Out, we must get out... We must survive at all costs, that is the mandate..." The concealed form waited for an intern to move just a bit from the doorway.

There was a whooshing sound as the warshade made her escape from the situation that had unfolded in the Admissions area.

"Free! We are free again!" Maniacal laughter echoed through the hallways of the Psych Ward as an invisible form looked for a place to reform itself.

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"Code Red - Psych Ward"

In laymen's terms that meant they had labeled Orchid as a dangerous escapee and security would have the ward on lockdown.

Security began it's well rehearsed patrol as the interns tended to calming any agitated patients in the ward.

Meanwhile a stealthed alien was on the loose and looking for a secure dark place in which to hide.

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"Security? We have something here", one of the guards radioed to his teamleader. What he had found was Orchid's cowgirl hat in the middle of a hallway followed a little further by first one boot, then the other boot and her fishnet pantyhose.

As the security team made it's sweep of the area soft humming interspersed with a nursery rhyme could be heard from a locked Janitor's closet.

On opening the door to the Janitor's closet the security team saw Orchid in the dark, curled in a fetal position rocking back and forth seemingly counting her fingers and toes.

"I think you better call for the Doctor on this one", radioed the security Captain.

Orchid rocked back and forth counting her toes, "This little piggy went to market, this little piggy stayed home... This little piggy had roast beef, this little piggy had none..." When she got to the last little piggy, her little toes, she changed the rhyme. Instead of saying the familiar "This little piggy squealed weee weeee weeeee all the way home" for her it became "And these little piggies are gone... gone... gone..."

Upon closer examination the security team saw that Orchid did indeed have no little toes on her two bare feet.

A strangely calm Orchid raised her head to look at the guards looking at her and said, "You know, they took them... They just snipped them right off while I was awake and watched... No painkillers, no anesthesia... I was Eve to their Adam and now I must atone...." She lowered her head back to her knees and resumed rocking and rhyming, "And these little piggies are gone... gone... gone..."

((new 'patient' continued))

Orchid approached the security office at the gate of the clinic. She was met by a security guard.

"Evening ma'am, do you have your Hero ID card and may I see it?" was the standard greeting.

"Yes, I have it here" Orchid surrendered her card to the security guard.

"Are you visiting someone, using the spa or in need of Admissions?" asked the guard.

"I... I think I need admitted. You see, I'm hearing voices in my head..." replied Deadly Orchid.

"Please wait here while I phone this in ma'am" said the guard as he returned to his gatehouse to phone in the latest visitor to the clinic.

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"We have a hero at the gate waiting patiently. Name's Deadly Orchid. She's a warshade."

"There's no record of her in our computers for previous admissions. Odd... there's a security block on her file."

"She seems calm and is waiting patiently. She's being cooperative in surrendering her ID card. She says she needs admitted with some mental problems."

"Better call the interns and security of the Psych Ward."

"What? No she doesn't appear to be in need of sedation, she's dead calm and peaceful as the dead at the moment."

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The security guard returned with Orchid's ID card.

"There'll be someone out to meet you in a few minutes. Have you visted the clinic before? How did you hear about this place?" queried the guard to Orchid.

Orchid grinned shyly as she replied, "There's a chuch I stop at when I walk at night, the priest knew me as part of his congregation many years ago... he referred me here. I need to talk with someone about the voices in my head." She proffered the well worn and faded business card that had been in her pocket for ages.

The guard looked at the card, "I haven't seen those in years. Not since Crimson Warhawk was a resident here. You've had this a while? No matter, the doctors here are experts in their fields of study - you'll be fine I'm sure."

Orchid took back her card as an intern from the Psych Ward introduced himself and asked her to follow him to the Admissions desk.

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Once inside they were seemingly followed by security as they made their way to the Admissions desk.

Orchid looked to the intern, "Ya know... security isn't necessary. I'm not here to harm anyone."

"Just a routine precaution I assure you." But the intern was lying - there was nothing routine about kheldians comming in for evaluation and treatment.

Orchid could sense the lie but shrugged and continued until they came to Admissions.

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"Hello Orchid, and welcome. We're here to help you but first we need you to fill out these forms. You don't mind too much do you? Just be honest with the answers to the questions and we'll in-process you for your stay at the clinic." The clerk seemed sincere and Orchid took the clipboard with the paperwork and started filling it all out as she sat on a comfortable leather chaise.

She looked at the intern and security, "All this really isn't going to help me relax to fill out these forms... could you watch me on closed circuit cameras instead? Really... I'm fine for now. I don't mind cameras - I understand those for security measures."

But she wasn't fine and the presence of strongmen with needles waiting for her to make a wrong move so they could sedate her was a bit unnerving... even to a warshade. She was in need of help and not looking for a fight.

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Besides the routine information on the forms were questions that made Deadly Orchid giggle to herself as she answered them honestly:

Do you have any preferences for your room?

Yes, dim candlelight, room darkening curtains or shades, don't need a view of the outside. Cooler temperatures preferred, firm mattress and bed with sides - like a coffin, lidded preferred. No unpleasant chemical cleaners used - something floral like lavender or rose attar. Perhaps a strong horizontal beam or rafter to hang myself on...

Do you have any food preferences or allergies?

Liquid protein diet preferred - all natural, no synthetics, no preserveatives. Freshness is critical as is high iron content. Meats must be warm and rare with blood still running. Milk and water preferred but must be warm and milk partially coagulated. Food must be 'live'.

What sort of people are you comfortable socializing with?

Any. All. I don't mind the darker types like werebeasts and the undead though I do find zombies a bit on the boring side...

What physical activities to you enjoy?

Hunting, I love a good chase through Dark Astoria at midnight. I'm pretty happy with anything not involving sunlight.

What sort of mental activities do you enjoy?

I can sink my teeth into a good horror movie or novel. Vampire stories preferred - I like to see who gets it right and who just makes me laugh...


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Deadly Orchid reread her answers and fully satisfied she'd answered honestly she handed the paperwork to the Admissions clerk.

The clerk took the papers and after scanning over them took them to her supervisor. Much whispering and looking over to Orchid ensued.

The supervisor came over to Orchid. "Could you clarify this statement of wanting to hang yourself by a rafter in your room, please?"

Orchid caught sight of the Admissions Clerk pressing a large blue button on her desk and began to explain.

"I don't understand what you mean 'clarify'. I merely want a beam in my room to roost on, you know, like a bat does when they hang upside down in a church steeple?"

"So you don't want to do any sort of harm to yourself?", asked the supervisor.

Orchid laughed, "Of course not! I'm trying to understand myself - not kill myself. Not that I could do that even if I tried to..."

"Oh, that's a relief. I'll have to annotate that in your file then", said the supervisor as she returned to her office with the clerk in tow.

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"Code Blue - Psych Ward Admissions"

The announcement blared over loudspeakers as Orchid watched in disbelief at the chaos unfolding around her.

Interns appeared loading up syringes with medications from vials in their shirt pockets. Security blocked any doors and windows in the Admissions desk area.

"No!" shouted Orchid, "It's all just a big misunderstanding! Put the syringes away!"

The room began to close in on the newest patient in the Psych Ward.

"You better put it away and back up. Don't crowd me - it'll get ugly! It's a misunderstanding...." pleaded Orchid to the staff slowly crowding in around her. "I'm not a danger to anyone. I'm not a danger to myself. Put the needles away!"

((please jump in))

((Introduction of a new 'patient' to The Clinic))

Furtive pale eyes watched the darkness longingly. A warm fog silently slinking in on velvety cat’s paws from Dark Astoria to languidly prowl the streets of Talos Island.

It was night.

It was her element.

It was her time.

Through the darkness Orchid would linger by the doorways and windows to observe and evesdrop. Inhabitants went about their nightly routines – some argued, some sat and read, others ate their meals, some lovers kissed and caressed the one they held dear to their heart. She didn't linger long, she was reverently impersonal and silent in her rounds.

Her thoughts momentarily sought a long past memory of a torrid but hopeless love affair and she blushed slightly with the remberance of it's passion. How she longed for a warm human touch to her cheek. How she ached for kind and tender words both to her ears and to her quiet heart. She had reconciled long ago that such was not in her destiny to have - yet she still craved human company.

She continued to observe, silently prowling the warm and sultry night with her paramour of warm fog caressing her cool body and colder night shadow.

The dark lady Orchid paused at the steps of a church. Memories of past Masses echoed through what was left of her shattered mind and soul. The change the day she had become possessed by a warshade had not been a kind or gentle embrace of her. It had been violent and brutal in the heat of battle and not an entirely sane choice. . .

Memories of screams of innocent people the day of the first Rikti invasion reverberated through her now war weary and aching bones. Could it be true that the oracle was correct and the Rikti were returning to finish what they had started so many years before?

As she stood on the steps of the church, her gloved fingers teased the now familiar cork from her hipflask of brew and she took a long, deep drink. The liquid was thick and rich as it crept past her cool dark lips and sharp white teeth, nevermind the stain it would leave as she inbibed. Down her throat it crept like some sweet and saltly liquid, a warm and partially congealed pudding. "Yes, drink Orchid. Drink in the sweetness of this life, it is brief and fragile and only loaned to you for a while..." the voice in her head taunted her. She was at once relieved for the spreading warmth of the drink and yet strangely reviled that she wasn't strong enough to put the hipflask down on the steps of the church and simply walk away from it.

The voices in her head began an all too familiar dance, swirling and taunting her with long forgotten memories of her past. Here the screams, there the scenes of death and pain, carnage. All was fire and blood in slick rivers and sickly pink vapor she could still smell and taste as if it were only yesterday. All in nonsensical shattered pieces like broken shards of glass fallen upon a hard and unforgiving floor the memories spun their disjointed and tangled web.

Orchid reached for the wrought iron railing to steady herself as the moment enveloped her - it would pass soon enough. She had weathered this storm before and would doubtless weather this storm again. Thankfully there were no eyes she was aware of staring at her as in the last incident in Pocket D. She hadn't been back to the club since 'The Incident'.

"Get out of my head!" she growled as her pale eyes looked into the stained glass window above the double doors of the church. "I've paid for my sins many times over - Give me peace, let me find rest!"

Orchid slowly slumped in her tattered and worn trenchcoat to the concrete church steps. A cold sweat caressed her body, icy beads of moisture formed upon her once lovely face and her now damp, long, white hair stuck in strands to her neck and shoulders. As suddenly as they had begun the swirling images in her mind stopped cold. Her grip on the iron railing softened and relaxed.

She closed her eyes and breathed a sigh of relief, "You do listen. Remember me." She took another slow sip of courage from the flask, replaced the cork and with a slight tremble of her hand slipped it back into her coat pocket. "Give me courage to stand when others around me fall. Teach me what is right and show me the way to my redemption and eternal rest."

Orchid slowly stood, adjusting her worn cowgirl hat, slicking back wet tendrils of hair from her face and neck, smoothing the wrinkles of her pale purple leopardskin print dress, checking the seams of her fishnet stockings and stillettoed heeled boots that matched her dress. She pulled her tattered trenchcoat around her a little tighter and shivered unnaturally as the night's dew began to collect on her spiked shoulder pauldrons. She smiled an almost shy smile with two tiny tips of fangs barely showing as she thought, "Just because my brain's a scrambled mess doesn't mean my broken body has to match."

The night had grown a little colder as Deadly Orchid continued her journey in the fog through the all concealing night on Talos Island. She took the business card from her pocket, the time had come for her to check herself into the renowned Warhawk Clinic.

* Supergroup Name: Ankle Biters

* Website: none at this time

* Leader or Recruiting Officers: Babydoll Ebonwing, Mighty Dust Bunny, Sleepy Pajamas Girl, Hon E. Bee

* Preferred Method of contact: ingame email any of the above officers

* Guild Description: Dynamite comes in small packages! We are a home for tiny toons and ask you to be 5 feet tall or under - all ATs welcome. TeamSpeak is available for our members and coalition partners to use. We're pretty laid-back and welcome all nationalities and the more mature gamer.

*Requirements: Run in SG mode to level 35 to grow your base. SG colors and logo are optional. You will be removed from the SG if 30 days inactive (arrangements may be made - just let an officer know if you'll be gone a while).

The Nuclear Family now has a fully fuctional base and is still recruiting. We accept all ATs.

We're also looking for Coalition partners! Large or small SGs, all ATs ok.

Neutron Mom is our point of contact for your ingame emails/tells.

Greetings Heroes!

The Nuclear Family is now adopting! That's right, if you're a hero with a pleasant personality in need of a home, we have room in our superbase for you. Our supergroup is family oriented and growing.

Need a place to house an alt you love to play? We can give your alt a home. Our only requirement is that you play within 15 days. Can you place a pet? Certainly! Can you garage an android or robot? Of course! We'll even provide foster care for alien kheldians as they adapt to their human host body and Paragon City superhero culture.

Currently our base is small with only 3 rooms - the secret garden entry to our apartment, power generator and control room - yet we have blueprints drawn up for our next additions of infirmary, teleporters and shop. We have salvage storage available for those nifty items you may find and want to use later in our futuristic workshop.

Now the good stuff in a nutshell:

Name: The Nuclear Family

Founders: Neutron Mom, Rad - Dad, Nancy Neutron, Davey Isotope

Player Type: Radiation primary and/or secondary preferred but we accept all archetypes - we even adopt pets if they're housebroken (don't want them soiling our base tatami mats or hi-tech equipment now do we?) and androids/cyborgs/robots (our kids just loooove to tinker with anything mechanical). We have a welcome mat out for our Kheldian neighbors. We are a modern technology using Family.

RolePlay?: Sure! Most of our group does, but it's optional and at your discretion. We're used to the funny looks we get...

Membership Levels: Level 7 minimum required (so we can have you along as our nifty sidekick). Power levelers, leeches and whiners/bossy players need not apply for placement with this Family - you will be kicked out immediately.

SuperGroup Colors: A simple glowing acid green nuclear symbol on white background. Costume colors are optional but please wear your ID badge in proper colors when in SG mode (Mom and Dad are a tad senile and it helps them keep track of you if they can see something bright and glowing...). Yeah, we glow in the dark and we'll always be the light on for ya...

Normal Time of Gameplay: Varies as there's usually someone on during the day, evening and weekend. Most of us are in US timezones. We actively pursue SG activities on the weekends with mission teams, badge hunts, task forces, respecs, PvP excursions, etc. As we grow we'll post the weekend activities in our Message of the Day.

Other Info: We're a small and growing family at present. We want active, good-natured players who like silly good fun - leave any bossy nasty attitudes at the door or you'll be kicked out immediately (We like playing our characters our own way and prefer you do the same - thanks!). We have TeamSpeak available for our Family outings. No plans in the works for offshoot Nuclear Family groups, perhaps as we have more reaching level 50 we'll provide a home for our semi-retired seniors.

Recruiting: Just give any of our Founders a PM in game or ask any Nuclear Family member - we can invite you after you've teamed with us a few times (we like to check you out first).

Website: None needed at present time

Character name: Kitty Whomper

Server name: Triumph

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Little Soldier

“Kitty this is Mr. Nash. He’ll be your teacher here at Hero Corps. He’ll get you settled in and teach you what you need to know to work for us” said the City Rep as she handed over Kitty Whomper to her new teacher.

The City Rep then turned to Mr. Nash “Mr. Mittens has done his job well, only Kitty can hear him. She definitely belongs in our school for the gifted.”

Kitty lost interest in the two adults as they discussed her. She promptly wandered around the room looking at the rows of computers, books and other learning tools in the room.

Kitty selected a book from one of the library shelves and made herself at home on one of the reading tables. There she sat cross-legged reading quietly for a few minutes.

“I’m sorry I took so long Kitty” said Mr. Nash. “I sure am glad you and Mr. Mittens are here. Do you have any questions about the school or why we need you?”

Kitty kept reading and while she was reading asked “Did my mom go to school here too? And did you know that she can’t hear Mr. Mittens talk? Seems I’m the only one that can hear him, why is that?”

Mr. Nash sat on the edge of the reading table with his legs hanging over the edge. “Kitty tell me what you know about radio waves and how they travel through the air.”

Kitty looked at the book she was reading and thought for a moment about the question before answering.

“Well…. I know that they’re invisible and that they’re based on electrical impulses and use certain frequent, freak, er thingys to go from one point , like a tower, to another point, another tower. The radio station converts the signal and rebroadcasts to our radios. Our ears pick up the sound waves the radio converts em to and we can hear what’s said or played” explained Kitty, totally amazed that she could know such a thing.

Mr. Nash smiled “Very good, you understand the concept if not the actual science. That is why you can hear Mr. Mittens and no one else can. He’s like a radio picking up a signal that you are turned in to. No one else is tuned into his channel for his broadcast frequency. And that’s exactly why Hero Corps is happy to have such a special little girl as you going to school here.”

Kitty looked a bit bewildered and just nodded as Mr. Nash explained.

Mr. Nash continued “Because of your birth parents being mutants you carry on their mutant genes. You have special abilities that we can train you to use. Would you like to learn to use your gifts to help the citizens of Paragon City, Kitty?”

“Um… okay Mr. Nash. I’ll go to school here and study real hard to learn. Will Mr. Mittens be able to stay with me?” asked Kitty.

Mr. Nash smiled and replied “Mr. Mittens can stay with you as long as you want. Welcome to the team Kitty and Mr. Mittens”

“The first thing we need to do Kitty is to test you to find out just what powers you inherited from your parents. This will be painless but we will need to shave your head in order to attach our testing equipment to you” Mr. Nash then went on to explain to Kitty just what they would be doing and how it wouldn’t hurt her.

“Well, okay, if my mom has given you permission to run those tests I don’t mind my head being shaved. Did you know my mom took the scissors away from me because I gave myself a haircut? I thought I did ok until I got to the back of my head. Do you know how hard it is to see back there?” asked Kitty.

“She gave us permission to run tests on you Kitty. Would you like to see the cap you’ll be wearing?” asked Mr. Nash.

Kitty nodded as Mr. Nash opened a box with the cap in it. As he removed the cap Kitty’s eyes lit up with excitement.

“It has cat ears on it! Gimme gimme! I LOVE kitty cats!” Kitty shouted excitedly. “Did you know that I once had a Halloween costume where I dressed up like Mr. Mittens and had a cap with cat ears like his? Do I get to wear a Halloween costume with the cap? Do I get to paint my face to look like Mr. Mittens too?”

Kitty was practically jumping up and down on the table.

Mr. Nash laughed thinking “Kitty you little nut!”. Laughing Mr. Nash replied “Oh I think we can find you a Mr. Mittens powersuit and matching helmet. And if your mom says you can wear makeup as part of your hero disguise, we’ll get you what you want for the look you want.”

“YaY! I’m gonna like school!” shouted Kitty as she danced around on the library table.

(To be continued)

Chapter1

Origins
or
The Mysterious Magical Footie Pajamas of Doooooom

“Momma? I need a drink of water!” yelled a small voice at nearly midnight.

“Alright, but Kitty you’ve got to settle down and get some sleep, it’s late and you have a big day tomorrow with your first day of school” replied Kitty’s mother bringing a small glass of water to her daughter.

Kitty took her time drinking the water while her mother knew this part of the “I don’t wanna go to sleep, tell me a story” game quite well.

“Momma, what was your first day of school like?” asked the little girl now being tucked in and kissed on her forehead.

“Well let’s see what I can remember” said her mom as she turned on Kitty’s nightlight and turned off the overhead room light.

“As I recall I was about your age when the people from Hero Corps invited me to go to their school for gifted children.”

“They call me a ‘special’ child, don’t they Momma?”

“Yes, Kitty, they do and you are such a special little girl with a very active imagination. That’s why Hero Corps invited you to their school.”

Kitty grinned and clutched her favorite plush doll, the green fur with blue stripes and button eyes Mr. Mittens, as she closed her eyes to listen to the story.

As her mother reassured her with tales of her first day of school little Kitty Whomper fell asleep, tightly clutching Mr. Mittens in her hands.

The night turned into very early morning as Mr. Mittens watched with his unblinking button eyes over his charge.

The cuckoo in it’s clock chimed 2 a.m. on an otherwise peaceful morning.

“Kitty wake up” a voice whispered to the sleeping little girl.

“Kitty we have work to do, wake up” the voice was more insistant now.

“Mom, is it morning already? Am I late for school?” a sleepy little voice answered back.

“Kitty, you must wake up, Hero Corps needs you”

Kitty sat up slowly realizing she was still in bed. She looked around in the dim light and saw nothing.

“Am I awake or dreaming?” she asked.

“Kitty you are indeed awake and time is of the essence” said the same calm voice.

Kitty looked around and saw no one.

“Ok, I get it, is this a game of hide and seek? Who are you and where are you?” she asked while squinting in the darkness.

“Please don’t tell me you’re the monster in my closet or under my bed” Kitty curled up under the covers again just a little afraid.

“I’m not the monsters, which by the way don’t exist. I’m Mr. Mittens and Hero Corps needs you now”

Kitty looked at her toy. “Mr. Mittens? I didn’t know you could talk. Does mom know?”

“Only you can hear me Kitty, now we have to get moving or it’ll be too late.”

“Moving? Are we leaving Paragon City? Those mean old bill collectors, are they after us again?” Kitty asked innocently.

Mr. Mittens only stared with his button eyes at Kitty Whomper.

“Um, Mr. Mittens? If get out of bed the monster under it will get me unless I jump.”

“Then jump Kitty, let’s go!” said the implacable Mr. Mittens.

Kitty looked at Mr. Mittens and asked “How do you talk without moving your mouth? Are you a ventrili, ventral, veni, um… a magician?”

Mr. Mittens only stared being firmly grasped as Kitty leaped out of her bed so the monster under it wouldn’t get her.

“Mr. Mittens is mom awake? Does she know I’m going out?”

“There’s not time to tell her, let’s get a move on Kitty. You are to meet with your contact at City Hall downtown.”

Kitty simply shrugged and grabbed her robe to put on over her footie pajamas. She then attached Mr. Mittens to the shoulder of her robe with double sided carpet tape and slipped out her bedroom window into the night.

“Mr. Mittens I’m sorry for the tape but momma won’t let me sew with needles yet or use pointy scissors. I would have sewn you to my robe but you know… she still thinks I’m a baby. I’ll try to be gentle if I have to rip you off my shoulder on laundry day.”

Into the night went Kitty and Mr. Mittens. It seemed to her to take forever to go the two blocks to City Hall when it had only taken about 10 minutes. Kitty was still talking to Mr. Mittens when she arrived and went into the historical building.

She was asking Mr. Mittens who the statues of all the heroes inside were when the City Representative approached.

“Isn’t it a bit early for little girls to be out and about?” asked the nice lady.

“Well Mr. Mittens said I was needed here so I got up and came to help. I don’t know doing what, but I’m here” said Kitty to the well dressed and nice lady.

The City Representative bent over little Kitty Whomper and said “I see. Could you ask Mr. Mittens who it is you are to see here? I’ll take you there.”

Mr. Mittens told Kitty who to see and Kitty in turn told the City Rep.

Kitty looked at the City Rep “Can you hear Mr. Mittens when he talks? He says my momma can’t. Can you?”

The lady smiled a knowing smile and took Kitty by the hand to lead her downstairs to her contact “I’m afraid only you can hear Mr. Mittens talk, it’s part of your being a special child. And that’s why Hero Corps needs you here.”

There was a long and wide hallway past the New Hero Assignment opening. The City Rep and Kitty walked straight down the hallway, that to Kitty seemed to go on forever, to the Genetic Investigation and Facilitation Team (G.I.F.T.) to see her contact, Mr. Antonio Nash.

(to be continued)

This is a funny funny topic and it's brought up in any online game I play. My husband and I play online games as a team - you should hear our peals of laughter at our keyboards.

That being said, I do notice that when he plays a female toon he's treated much differently than when he plays a male toon. He's usually given more gifts and more respect as a female toon. If his 'girl' gets an off color comment or unwelcome pass by a 'boy' toon his 'girl' gets rescued by the chivalrous 'boys' in game. We laugh watching this effect, it's an interesting phenomena.

Also funny is when we get asked if our 'girls' are together, you know, as a couple. To which more laughter at the keyboard ensues. We'll say yes but that we're a straight married couple playing as a team. To which there's usually a lengthy pause as the asking player processes the information then comes back with something akin to "That's so cool!" And then more laughter from our side of the keyboards wondering why the long pause before the comment.

Now I very rarely play a male toon because it just makes me laugh so much I can't play effectively - I'm just too girly even in character and 'he' usually gets laughed at or hit on by just as girly male toons.

I'm sure there's a doctorate in psychology/sociology with my name on it if I ever chose to write up my and my husband's online gaming experiences with gender bending. There are some real gems in that virtual mine

The Paragon City night bus stopped just short of the designated stop. The driver had been through this situation before on numerous occasions.

“Miss?” he said opening the folding doors of his coach. “Miss, are you alright?”

Alana was standing in the middle of the driving lane transfixed by the headlights of the bus. Her arms were stretched out in a common gesture as if to ask for a hug from the lights of the bus.

“Ah great, we’ve got another one – somebody have some sunglasses?” asked the bus driver.

“You can have these, I can’t wear them” piped up a small insect looking woman in a red with black dots dress. She stepped forward to help the bus driver.

Together they covered Alana’s eyes with the sunglasses and helped her onboard the bus. The small woman in the red dress sat Alana next to her on the bus.

The bus driver put Alana’s luggage into the luggage bay of the bus and stamped the bus ticket that was hanging around the newest passenger’s neck, then went back to close the doors and finish driving the bus route.

“It would seem you’ll be sitting next to me for a while. Seems no one else wants to chance my company. Maybe I’m just too chatty for my own good” chattered the little red dressed woman to Alana.

“Lights… must possess the lights… must go to the lights” said Alana still in her trance.

“Good, you’re talking. That’s a very good sign you’ll be coming out of your trance in a little while” said the small woman as she checked that the sunglasses were still on the person in her charge.

After about 10 minutes in the darkened world of the sunglasses Alana began to come out of her trance.

“What? Where? I’m on the bus to Paragon City?” Alana said dreamily.

“Yes, on the bus to Paragon City. You’re ok and safe” said the small woman.

Alana cautiously removed the sunglasses and sat them upon her flat-top styled hair. She surveyed her dimly lit surroundings. In the bus she could see all manner of people – some clearly human, some in brightly colored costumes, some very odd looking indeed.

“All these people are going to Paragon City?” She asked of her strange new friend.

“Yes, they’ve all answered the call to assist in cleaning the crime from the city” said the small woman.

Alana began to laugh. “What a bunch of freaks! I’ll fit right in!”

She looked over to the small woman in the red dress “My name’s Alana, what’s yours?”

“Well… I don’t really have a human name – long story. People just call me ‘Cootie’. You’re welcome to call me that, I’ve gotten used to it” replied Cootie.

“Nice to meet you, Cootie” replied Alana. “So, what’s your story and why are you going to Paragon City?” she said loud enough to be overheard by her fellow passengers.

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/ooc Anyone traveling on the same bus, feel free to jump in here with your background story

Of Moth and Woman
or
The Strange Attractions of The Electric Moth

A Mostly True Story of a Female Super heroine
Penned By Rakash TzgNash


Alana Fairweather had just resumed writing in her diary when that song came on the radio. Of course she had to turn it up and close her eyes to remember that fateful evening that changed her life forever.

Her mind faded back to a misty, raining night in the middle of October. She was listening to the same song while waiting at the bus stop for the night bus to Paragon City. She had just finished a horrible week of being with her family for the funeral of yet another cousin.

She had lost several family members, mostly young adults, to the ravages of the designer rave drug superadine. Alana had vowed to do what she could so that none of anyone’s families would suffer the same fate.

She had hoped her best friend would come to see her off at the bus station, but he hadn’t showed. “Ah well, he’s probably busy with something more important”, she thought to herself. “Probably for the best, I’d not want to leave if I saw him here.”

But she had to leave the farm in Kansas; her family knew it as did her friends. Alana was tough as nails and hard-headed in her determination to make a difference in some small corner of the world. She was driven by her personal set of ethics – and by her own personal demons.

Alana thought back to the day she asked the question to her parents and their cushioned response to her. She was only 13 when things already strange in her life began to get even more so. She’d started to notice electrical items going haywire when she was in the area. Little things at first like battery powered flashlights and stuffed toys. Then as she gradually grew older things began to escalate to cell phones and hand held devices. When she was a little older things were getting freaky with electric lamps and microwave ovens going haywire.

“It’s me isn’t it momma?” Alana asked. “Well, it could be or it could not be”, answered her mother. But they all silently knew the truth - it was Alana.

“Baby, come sit down. There’s something your daddy and I need to let you know”, her mother motioned for Alana to sit at the dining table with the family. She brought out a scrapbook she’d put together for Alana. “It’s time you know the truth of when you joined this family.”

That evening the whole story of Alana’s adoption into her family was revealed. There was an unnaturally loud explosion during one of the not so uncommon twisters of the Kansas plains. The search through the debris of its destructive wake resulted in the rescue of a little girl of toddler age from an out of this world escape pod. The entire story of her adoption into the human Kansas family was related to Alana through pictures, newspaper clippings, disaster relief paperwork and court documents.

“It’s funny the tricks on the mind a familiar song can have”, thought Alana remembering the teasing of her classmates contrasted with the compassion of her adopted family. Only one boy hadn’t teased her about her appearance. He’d been able to see the sweetness of her face and the gentleness of her demeanor to look past the pointed elf-like ears and insect antennae. She caught herself smiling and slightly blushing remembering how he’d given her their first kiss. He’d been her first and only love and now she was leaving.

Alana sang softly along with the song on the radio she was listening to – her eyes still closed, a tear or two moistening the corners, while she was thinking of how they’d danced in the rain on prom night to the same song. She hadn’t noticed she was dancing with an imaginary partner in her arms as she swayed to the sweet sentiments of the song playing in her ears.

The rain fell gently and cold as bus headlights dimly came to realization in the distance.

Well as a female playing female characters I have to say: Thank goodness for the ignore option - keeps the creeps at bay well enough. Their toons look pretty stupid just standing there for about 5 mins until they realize I'm not responding and they leave.

Can't wait for City of Villians to be released so I can pummel the 'rude dudes' on my list

LOL Funny choices in these posts. I'd have to say for Hang Ten Wahini it'd be the "I'm a Barbie Girl, in a Barbie World..." song while for Mexicali Rose it'd be "La Bamba".

If you like to RP on the Triumph server and are about level 10, be sure to say hi.

Couldn't think of a better place to ask this: are there couples playing who have themes for their characters? For instance, a duo of western/insect/cat/viking/etc heroes?

My spouse and I play as a themed team and were wondering if other couples did the same?

For my cat character it's a roared out "Meower Power!"
For my Valkarie it's "By Thor's Hammer!"
For my soul sistah it's "Don't be a Sucka (villian's name)!"

Yeah, I'm having fun with it - so?