Shadowmantle

Black Violet, doing a little street-grinding, has encountered a group of Vahzilok cadavers and a single eidolon.

With fluid grace and flashing blade, she sets things aright by restoring the proper state of affairs...

The dead should STAY dead...

While her whirling blade is slicing through already decomposing flesh, it occurs to her:

"These kills don't count for this thread. The owners of this flesh have already died!" In anger and frustration, she quickly decapitates the eidolon... and trudges back to the primary staging area for the thread and, with a swift whip of her katana, neatly slices of the the top of Immortal's head...
Although this would normally not be enough to kill the great undying one, the fact that Vahzilok slime was still on her blade makes thing a little different. Now surrounded by bugs and unable to recover endurance, Immortal is unable to fight back and must now trudge through the necessary mission to find the cure....

Black Violet sneers... and then kills him by firmly slicing through his abdomen, allowing his guts to spill onto the floor, before watching him fade out.

There are plenty of RPers on lIberty... We just need to increase our PR...

There is an RP roll call on the Liberty board... check it out...

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Ok, so here is what I went with... Or at least a rough paraphrase as I am at work so can't look at what I actually wrote I went somewhat along the retrovirus thing, but not quite:

A normal man before the Rikti invasion, he was captured be the invaders during the earliest parts of the war. On their command ship he became one of their test subjects. Seeking to learn all they could about the human species, they submitted him to a nightmare of biological, chemical, and radiological experiments. They made him crave death.

His salvation came in the form of Positron, leading a strike force on the command ship, discovering him and bringing him out. His body was ravaged, and rehabilitation took months, but he was never the same. He is so scarred and broken that he is barely recognizable as human anymore. He now wears a suit of Power Armor given to him by Positron to hide his ugliness, as well as gain other benefits such as flight.

There was one positive side effect from his ordeal. At some point during the experiments he gained the power to effect the temperature around him. Now he can freeze the moisture in the air to encase an enemy in ice, or make fire rain from the very sky.

He turns his new abilities towards vengeance.....



Very cliche I know... but hey.. it's comic book stuff...

Thanks for the help guys...

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Well done...

With just a few more story ties to him, the character will be writing his OWN stories...

Those of us in RP circles call this point when the character "comes to life"... they become real, if only in a very abstract and intangible sense... they still develop their own personalities, and sometimes, they just WON'T SHUT UP! So you have to write or draw or whatever your artform is to get it out of your head. Ask Dark Neutron, he'll tell ya ALL about it....

"Do you have ANY idea WHATSOEVER how EXPENSIVE it is to replace a POLONIUM COIL??"

Timestryke, just returned from the hospital (well at least there's ONE thing to thank the Rikti for!) is now standing behind The Scourge of Evil. Before the Scourge has an opportunity to get up, Timestryke kicks him solidly in the head.

"And a Tritium power source!! That stuff isn't cheap either!!" followed by a kick square in the ribs.

"Not to mention the DISCOMFORT of being ripped apart by temporal forces... a sensation I am going TRY to convey to you in VERY tangible measure!" Timestryke proceeds to massively beat upon the Scourge of Evil, finally ending the entire grisly scene by picking up a large stone and smashing it heavily upon the head of the prostrate figure. As blood and bits of bone and brain ooze out from under the rock, Timestryke notices the "blink-blink" of his victim's Hospital Teleport-badge. As The Scourge of Evil enjoys his ride to the hospital to be reassembled, Timestryke resumes his original journey away from this thread and back to the college campus where he belongs.

click click click... ZZZrrrffffff!!

Timestryke reappears in the hosptal's 'porter rings, completely unsure of what just happened. He notices that he's now got something he has never had before: DEBT!

He's now wishing he wasn't excepted from the time rollback effects of the temporal rewinder. Ah well... Time to pay back my debt to society.

The good professor heads out of the hospital and back towards the thread. ... 1.12miles ... erf...

no matter how he plays with time, it all passes at the same speed subjectively. Just because the rest of the world is moving at a crawl by comparison doesn't mean that 1.12 miles is any less of a drag to run.

When he gets back to the killing thread, he finds things pretty much as he left them... plus one dead experiment. He goes in search of the man who hit him while driving drunk. When Timestryke finds Argus, sleeping on a park bench, it is with a sense of complete justification that he locks the sleeping lush in a temporal reflux loop. As Argus ages and withers within the time-bubble, Timestryke smiles a wicked little grin and says to himself, "Friends don't let friends drink and drive. Well now you'll be doing neither....friend."

As the last of Argus crumbles into dust, Timestryke resets his buckle again, and zips off....

"I've had it with this thread... I should have never left the campus."

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Nice.... I like the retrovirus idea....

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Thanks...
Like anyone who writes for fun, I appreciate the positive feedback.

I also have a Fire/Ice blaster, and though she is a mutant, the mechanics of the power could be the same: She doesn't really manipulate Fire or Ice per se. She manipulates molcular energy in a field such that the energy is constantly being pushed away from her... the effect is Fire at a distance, Ice up close. She was in her teens before she learned that she could control and concentrate her powers to produce actual effects aside from random flares at a distance and a permanent haze of frost around herself. Now she is called Jungle Viper (She hails from Brazil), and fight here in Paragon City against the 5th column and other assorted badguys.

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I have an origin story about all my heroes except the one that has become my main (of course). My main problem is that I picked Science as his origin, and am having trouble thinking of a story to match that.

So looking for ideas.

He is a fire/ice blaster. Costume is a suit of power armor...

Any help would be appreciated.

Thanks!

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During the Rikti War, many atrocities were commited in the name of the War; by us, no doubt, but especially by them!

One of the more horrific of these atrcities was the release of a complex family of retroviruses that induced uncontrollable mutation-like effects in those that contracted the diseases.

Many lives were lost to the effects of their own new powers run amok. Some people would be racked with fever, getting worse and worse, until, finally, they burst into flames. Others had chills so bad they literally froze to death under heated thermal blankets. Still others melted into disrupted moldering puddles of what was once flesh as a result of the massive deadly radiation that they suddenly started giving off. And on and on the stories went, with unbelievable powers turned against the bodies that housed them. Some poor souls caught multiple versions of the virus at once, and scientists and doctors were never able to determine the exact cause of death, since it could have been any of a number of the effects the infections triggered.

Fortunately, medical science was soon able to develop a countervirus that, although it did not eliminate the effects of the mutagenic retroviral agents, it at least prepared the bodies of the populace for them, so that, with concentration and training, these powers could be harnessed and directed. The counteragent was immediately distributed as a vaccine, a measure against the Rikti abomination.

Within days, hundreds of new heroes flocked to City Hall to register themselves and to aid in the efforts against the invaders. Though untried and still new to their powers, these fine people had an axe to grind... against the monsters from another dimension that had utterly and completely changed their lives forever.

One such man was <<Insert your character's name here>>

OOC: OK... so... what'cha think??

Timestryke steps in with a boisterous, "This is just SILLY! This thread was supposed to be a bout KILLING, not accidental slapstick shenanigans!"

"Let's try this again!"
The professor pulls out a small device from his utility belt and winds a knob counterclockwise several turns. The flashing red light increases in tempo until, at last it burns steadily. Timestryke pushes the activation switch on the temporal rewinder and....

>>FWWOOOP!<<

(I can't beileve no one has posted this back up yet....anyways)
Back on the old boards we had a thread called the "You kill me, I kill you"...I can't remember the rest of the title....
So here it is again!
The rules are as follows:

You must kill something in every post.
You can't kill the same way two times in a row
No "I had my anit-plasma suit on" crap.


BEGIN!

YFNDBA stands around quietly, waiting for someone to join. He sees a bug and deliberately steps on a it, killing it.

Satisfied, Professor Stryke adjusts his timeslider and zips off into the distance.

"Not bad," says Timestryke. "Definitely a clever use of misdirection. How about you try this one on for size..."

Timestryke furrows his brow in concentration, and suddenly, for Skybert, everything stops, then begins to rewind. To the outside world, Skybert just seems to stop, but what's really happening is a complex respinning of his personal history.

As waves of temporal paradox rip at his body, Skybert cannot recall whether he got far enough away from the blasts to escape damage, or not. As he finally falls, defeated, it seems he didn't.

Timestryke adjusts a setting on his belt buckle, and speeds off into the distance, looking like a timelapse movie of himself.

As Shadowmantle and Black violet respawn at the hospital, they turn to one another and say, in unison,"Eeeeew! What happened to you?!"

They walk out of the hospital and into the warming sunshine. Nearby, a summer fly buzzes lazily around their heads.

Shadowmantle turns to Black Violet: "I can't believe he didn't know you were a girl! It looks pretty obvious to me!"

"Well," she says, "Some people get distracted by the tight leather outfit. Oh... and the Katana." She flicks her wrist and the flashing of her blade makes a clean sweep through the air at the fly. It flutters down for a few feet, then regains its composure and flies away...

"You missed," Shadowmantle nudges her gently.

"Not at all," says the leather-clad assassin, the darkness in her eyes a pool of cold appraisal. Looking at the young man next to her, she decides to let him know instead of playing coy, "I hate flies, and that one was annoying me. I just killed all the generations of flies who would have come after him..."

Shadowmantle chuckles to himself at the quick wit and chill seriousness of the beautiful but deadly woman next to him. He makes a mental note to himself, "This one is not for fooling around with."

Teleporting himself and his suit, but leaving the gum behind, Shadowmantle starts the tedious journey back to the thread.

Later that day, the recently emasculated fly dies of a massive systemic infection, since he was hanging around the Vahzilok and his wounds had not yet healed.

VERY cool artwork... well done.

just as a point of curiosity, about how much time goes into each of those pieces of art?

Just as he finishes saying so, Black Violet leaps in from out of nowhere performing a full upward slice, opening Experiment 2.0 from navel to nose.

As Experiment's innards fall onto the ground, shortly followed by what remains of the rest of him, Black Violet snarls...

"Long live the king!"

Shadowmantle, recognizing the threat of Calash's foiled action for what it is (An attempt to erase the inconvenient history of his failed dattempts to sieze power and rule the world!), unleashes the full fury of the Shadowrealm upon Calash, draining him of all color, joy, or capacity for warmth.

In despair, Calash reviews the series of utter failures that led to this dreadful moment in time when there is no hope to be seen and slips into a catatonic trance. Shadowmantle then thoroughly wraps Calash's head in plastic wrap and watches him smother until he stops twitching.

Eying the remains of the PIE warily, Shadowmantle whistles a happy tune.

With an itchy reflex finger, Shadowmantle reappears at the hospital again (Sorry he gave out all of his awakens.).

Ugh... another 1.12 miles to the thread.

Ignoring all opportunity kills on the way, he returns just in time to see Experiment 2.0 finishing his macabre (and rather disgusting) meal.

Shadowmantle thinks to himself, "This canNOT go on! I have to terminate this experiment." He then proceeds to use his arcane knowledge of accupuncture to neutralize the chi-flow in Experiment 2.0, sticking him with pins from head to toe. (Actually, I just like thought of sticking people with pins, but if I can turn a hobby into an avocation, all the better, right?)

As Experiment 2.0 feels its lifeforce ebbing, dwindling, failing, suddenly everything goes dark.

Shadowmantle quickly dissolves the remains in a 55gallon drum of Aqua Regia, and encases the whole thing in a large block of concrete.

Satisfied, he helps himself to a well deserved piece of PIE.... er... ooops... darn!

XXX

Shadowmantle re-appears at the hospital, runs 1.12mi back to the thread and proceeds to say to Freakazette:

"WHAT! You don't like PIE?!!? THat was grandmother's BEST RECIPE!"

Shadowmantle then, in best scrapperlike fashion, launches into the Zombie Clowns with repeated shadowmauls, siphon lifes and dark consumptions, killing them ....again... i ... guess.......

He then turns to Freakazette and says:
"FINE! You get no PIE!, just the SLICES!" and promptly cuts her head clean off and holds it up for all and sundry to see... except all and sundry have no eyes since they have no heads because the Zombie Clowns ate them.

Shadowmantle passes awakens to all and sundry that have not yet made their way to the hospital(Hey, for just 250@, I want people to see my victory.).

Shadowmantle arrives with PIE! and happily doles out large generous slices of the rich delicious dessert to everyone present.

The rich taste of bitter almonds fills their senses. Overwhelming delight is the order of the day. Shadowmantle is very good cook; he learned to be a chef from his Italian Grandmother.

Confused looks cross the faces of all who ate PIE. Then, one by one, they drop like flies on a hot august afternoon.

Everyone dies happy knowing that this was the best almond roca cocoa cyanide pie they have ever gasped their last tasting.

Shadowmantle dances a little happy-dance celebrating his Borgia heritage.

Shadowmantle, (SKA Andrew Malloy, former Skull)

Shadowmantle, Sci Dk/Dk Scrapper, Liberty - "Time to dance with the Shadows!"

Karkanos, Mutant Inv/SS Tanker, Liberty - "Friends don't let friends be badguys..."

Black Violet, Natural Katana/Regen Scrapper, Liberty - "It's a shame your wit isn't as sharp as my sword!"

Pion, Technology rad/rad defender, Liberty - "Justice travels at the speed of light!"

Supergroup Name: Night Guard

Motto: Nos ago pugno illi quisnam es non validus.
("We live to fight for those who are unable.")
If you are a Latin scholar, please feel free to correct my grammar.

Recruiting Officers: Shadowmantle.

Preferred Contact Method: Team with us. Get to know us. Let us get to know you. If there is a click, we will invite. This supergroup is not an agenda group. It is geared toward like minded individuals having a group to draw teammates and task forces from.

Other: We are a group of heroes who play the game for the "game" itself. We have a strong anti-griefer stance and promote common courtesy among heroes. The night guard believes that even in MMORPGs, customs and courtesies ahould be observed.

We aren't all fluffy bunnies, though. We are looking forward to engaging our human opponents when CoV comes out. We play hard, and we find comraderie in our trials and missions. Approach us and say hi...