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Unfortunately, my computer already has a video card.
And even then, it's a PCI slot.
And even then, I'm afraid with the recession hitting me as hard as it is, $300 for entertainment is not something I'll be shilling out anytime soon.
Unless you'd like to provide funds, that is! -
Suppress Extra Player FX, in ye olde days, meant that whenever someone who wasn't on your team was using a power, you wouldn't see it. You could see their arms and bodies move in the animation, but there'd be no FX at all. No ice, no fire, no energy, no storms, nothing.
Now, however, and as it has been for the past couple of issues...it's done exactly nothing.
Not all of us have amazing computers.
Not all of us can, nor want, to see the awesome powers that other people have.
Plus, there's the always-annoying power-spamming.
It USED to work. Please, please, please make it work again.
Plus, this wouldn't only help just people with poor computers, it'd help people on raids! Hami raids, Mothership raids, Zombie raids, Rikti raids! -
Sexy Jay! Sexy Jay! We have...we have an emergency!
No, no, worse than that. We have...a BLASPHEMY!
Do you see this? Do you see this?!
During run animations on the Huge model (see pics: left/bottom), the Barbaric hair style clips straight into the back of the skull--upon normal Stand-There-Like-An-Idiot idle animations, though (see: top-right), the hair hides its treachery within the subtle confines of feigned normalcy!
The Barbaric hair, that barbarian, is woefully unappreciative of your hard effort! All of those hours spent slaving away over a computer screen getting paid for by the hour and messing with top-of-the-line graphics design stuff, and for what? It DARES to clip into the skull, like some sort of malicious being with malice that can actually think?!
Smite this foe accordingly, sexy sir! Our sanctity and our purity rests upon you excising this treacherous traitor! -
Pepsi Max, or Mountain Dew: Code Red.
I like the more gimmicky stuff than the actual stuff, for some reason. -
Oh, right, I kinda forgot about Energy Cloak. Whoops. Thanks for reminding me.
Even so, though, Stalkers get more defense. 3.75 + 12.75 = 16.50%, yes, but Hide's defense bonus is still going even when suppressed. It's got 3.75% when still Hidden (which I'll admit goes away in combat), and 1.88% when not Hidden. 16.50% + 1.88 = 18.38%, which is still higher than the Brutes.
...not much higher, but still higher.
DOOOOOOOOM, I SAY.
Dampening Field is something that Stalkers don't get, yes, but by itself, 7% resistance really isn't going to do much. It's a much higher number than 1.88%! But the 1.88% has an already existing number to stack on to, to make it even more awesome. Like Viagra.
I'm not knocking Dampening Field--I have it, I love it, I picked up Tough to add to it, and I'm pining for the Gladiator's Shield +Res bonus for MOAR RES. But for it to have a noticeable effect, you should grab all that additional stuff and give it extra slots to really experience the resistance.
So I'm not sure it's a good thing to compare to Repulse, more active mitigation. Fire it up, enemies on their back, you can run away and re-hide or whatever. -
So, I was doing a little bit of number lookin', and I found out that the Brute Kinetic Shield provides about 12.75% of defense. Okay, fair enough, I guess--Deflection gives 11.25%, and Focused Fighting gives 13.88%.
I thought this was strange, since my EA Brute only had 19% defense, with Kinetic Shield slotted, and my SR Scrapper and my Shield Scrapper both waaaay outsurvived him.
Then I got bored and decided to look on the Stalker version.
Stalkers' Kinetic Shields, base, get 16.50% defense. They get that amount on Power Shield, too, while Brutes get 15%.
What.
It's not a question of differing mods, since I compared it on both a Brute and a Stalker.
Check for yourself, if you want, and enter these in-game:
[Stalker_defense.Energy Aura.Kinetic Shield] [Brute_defense.Energy Aura.Kinetic Shield]
I'm not trying to propogate a nerf for our sneaky buddies, I love them and a half--but isn't this...backwards? Shouldn't Brutes be getting the higher defense? Brutes are about charging right in, always seeking out the next combat, while Stalkers sneak around and have several additional mitigation tools.
Heck, even if not switched, shouldn't they at least be made equal?
Is this a known issue, or is it just a numbers mistake someone made, or is it A CONSPIRACY TO KEEP THE GLOWING SMASHERS DOWN?! -
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Please show me even one MMO that offers a Lifetime Subscription option.
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Lord of the Rings Online, Dungeons and Dragons Online, Age of Conan.
There, I named three. -
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If people did notice on the expansion, the guy had a _Gun_ but it's not i15 so the point is moot, right?
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My Mastermind has a Gun, two of them in fact. I don't think seeing a Gun or the holsters on his costume is any proof positive of it being a new powerset.
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You mean, aside from the fact that the two are poster children for the upcoming sets of Dual Pistols and Demon Summoning?
Yeah, okay. -
He originally thought the zombies would be repulsed.
Little did he know they would be excited. -
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Chewing gum. -
http://img234.imageshack.us/img234/8...goodbyebg1.jpg
Just a short comic I made regarding some interesting complaints I've heard other people make and that I myself have made.
Comments or criticisms welcome, this is really the first comic I've ever published.
Thanks to @Crasical for conceptual help with a few panels.
Thanks to @Mirror-chan for the Positron and Task Force snapshots. Which are a far, far, far higher graphics quality than my normal card.
Thanks to @Tomanton for the writing editing.
Thanks to Virtue for not asking too many questions when a modern knight and a clone of Jim Temblor started flailing drunkenly.
And thanks to the developers for making a wonderful game. Please don't nerf me, Positron, I really love you. -
Also, all of the Midnighter buildings have the logo stamped firmly on every single shingle. Look on the sides of their building sometime.
It's a mistake to call them actually "secret", especially considering anyone can join simply by knowing the club handshake. -
(Continued because all of it in one post apparently breaks the boards)
MONDLICHT:
Alignment
Lady of War
Stiff Upper Lip (Except not British)
While Rome Burns (See above)
Ninja Maid (Literally)
Meido (See above)
Badass Normal
Action Girl
Cute Bruiser (Not a little girl, though)
Small Girl, Big Gun (Not too small a girl, though)
"Sir, I have more dakka."
Really Big Gun (Also see above)
"Ne ne ne." (Ne ne)
Dressed to Kill (In either official suits or beautiful dresses)
Emotionless Girl (Though almost always with a demure smile of some sort, and always affably polite)
SCHMAROTZER:
Alignment
Energy Absorption
Meaningful Name
Master of Disguise (natch)
Magic Pants (Subverted, he shifts his own clothes whenever he transforms)
Heel Face Turn
Costume Copycat (Has several NPC villain costumes)
Identical Stranger
Latex Perfection (Isn't above using old-fashioned movie makeup/masks when his mimicking isn't perfect)
ARGORATH (Not made yet):
Alignment
Red Oni, Blue Oni (Rather literal)
Our Mermen Are Different
Kill It With Water
Our Demons Are Different (Very different, and yet very similar at the same time)
Hell (Specifically, a Flooded Hell!)
Deal With The Devil (Somewhat required for him to reach God Tier, otherwise his power is limited in scope to typical superhero/villain levels--dealing with a person unlocks true power within him until the bargain is met. Which should lead to interesting RP opportunities)
Fish Out Of Water (Literally and figuratively)
Grimy Water (In the Flooded Hell)
Hazardous Water (Also in)
Underwater Ruins (Half of the Flooded Hell)
Down The Drain (The entire Flooded Hell)
Combat Tentacles (his "cape" is actually entirely tentacles, which can be used in a series of violent ways)
More Teeth Than The Osmond Family (The Taninim are sharklike demons, natch)
An Ice Person (When he's really bored or wants to mix things up a bit, he uses supercooled water instead of normal water)
VARKONYI:
Alignment
Genki Girl
Ms. Fanservice
Action Girl (And how!)
Boobs of Steel (Subverted--has the biggest bust size among all my girls, but isn't that much more powerful than an average superbeing)
Most Common Superpower (See above)
Born Lucky (To incredibly obscene levels. Knows it and revels in it, but never rubs it in anyone's faces)
Beginner's Luck (Is often incredibly good at things she just picks up)
Improbable Aiming Skills (See above)
Improbable Fencing Skills (See above)
Cosmic Plaything (Has her "rules" entirely figured out, and also has figured out the why and how. Not teeelliiiiiing~~)
Plucky Girl (With a wink and a smile)
Not My Lucky Day (Often intentionally invokes this on herself, because "nobody likes a person that gets everything right all the time")
Older Than They Look
Million To One Chance (She loves these)
We Only Have One Chance (She loves these, too)
Card Sharp
Card Games (Plays many of them--favorites include Bridge, Poker, Rummy, and Blackjack)
Bridge (Speaking of which)
My Card (She always passes out a playing card, always the Queen. Whatever suit it is varies)
The Magic Poker Equation
Random Number God (Or shall we say, goddess?)
Leaning on the Furniture
Pasttimes Prove Personality (Gambling. Lots and lots of gambling. Also, flirting with cute men)
So, I'm pretty sure I win. -
STEELGEIST:
Alignment
Campbellian Hero
Seeker Archetype
Ridiculously Human Robots (Subverted because there's a reason)
Hyper Awareness
Pastimes Prove Personality (Watching horror movies/reading horror novels/researching mythology and lore)
Beam Spam (One type of attack mode available, referred to as "Rapid")
Wave Motion Gun (The other type, referred to as "Charge")
The Spock (Half of his personality)
Rule of Cool (What dictates the other half of his personality)
Just Think Of The Potential (Why he constantly seeks to investigate, dissect, and learn about the supernatural)
Arm Cannon ("Busters", a la Mega Man)
Badass Blink (Sometimes intentionally, just to be cool)
Monochromatic Eyes (White)
Glowing Eyes of Doom (All the time, really, but a very soft glow)
SCORDATURA:
Alignment
Action Girl
The Cape
Henshin Hero
Badass Longcoat
Campbellian Hero
Jumped at the Call
Ascended Fangirl
Transformation Trinket (natch)
Le Parkour
Dark Skinned Redhead (Subverted in how she's actually fairly reclusive and hermit-y)
Good Ol' Fisticuffs (Scor's "studied" many martial arts from manga/fighting games, many of which include just plain street brawling)
In the Hood (Standard attire, natch)
Honor Before Reason
Leaning on the Furniture
Pastimes Prove Personality (Playing video games/reading manga/watching anime)
Genre Savvy
RONDELLUS:
Alignment
Bishounen
The Cape
Henshin Hero
Campbellian Hero
The Charmer
Jumped at the Call
Transformation Trinket (natch)
Implausible Fencing Powers
Heroic [censored] (One-night stand)
Hyper Awareness
VIRELAI:
Alignment
Action Girl
Badass Longcoat
The Gunslinger (RP-only, unfortunately--no guns available in-game aside from the temp shotgun/revolver)
Jumped at the Call
Oral Fixation Fixation (Loves lollipops and popsicles. Loves loves loves)
Tsundere
Pastimes Prove Personality (Watching professional wrestling, modifying her guns)
Personality Powers (Ice. Cold. 'Nuff said)
Deadpan Snarker
Punch-Clock Hero
Not Wearing Tights
DENRYUU:
Alignment
Hyper Awareness
Slouch of Villainy
Punch-Clock Villain (Nowhere near as likeable as the trope portrays, but the first two lines fit to a T)
VINTERSORG:
Alignment
Cary Carrying Villain
Omnicidal Maniac
Face Heel Turn
Pastimes Prove Personality (Being a dick to people at the D, kicking small puppies and kittens)
Personality Powers (Mind based--crafty and manipulative. Ice powers--cold)
Good is Boring
ANONYSMO DRAGON:
Halt, Evildoer
The Cape
The Big Guy
Le Parkour (Lucha libre is all about high-flying, leaping attacks)
Good Hair Evil Hair (Subverted, goatee)
Strong Flesh, Weak Steel (AD has often bragged about his body being a fortress, and rarely wears armor--ICly, he's my most durable character, period)
Power Glows (The more powerful his attacks, the more flaming energy surrounds his fists)
Healing Factor
Made of Iron
Hot Blooded (Quite a bit calmer than portrayed, but JUST as passionate)
Honor Before Reason (And how)
Personality Powers (Incredibly tough/powerful. Headstrong, steadfast, and noble)
Shorter Means Smarter (Sorta. Though AD is nowhere near an idiot, Scor, Danesti, Redentore, and Jarrod certainly are smarter--and all are shorter than him)
Badass Spaniard
Captain Ethnic (I regret nothing!)
Gratuitous Spanish (natch)
My Kung Fu Is Stronger Than Yours (Has spent his entire life training and practicing in multiple martial arts, literally. Even right when he came out of the womb, he was being taught)
Frills of Justice (Male version. AD's teenager Untamed Beast outfit is significantly less fancy and frilly than his current Anonysmo Dragon outfit)
Never Bring a Knife to a Fist Fight (AD has laughed off several weapons, and refuses to use any himself. The giant fire sword is OOC, really, it's just a really powerful punch)
Megaton Punch
Good Ol' Fisticuffs (One of the martial arts he's studied is just plain bar brawling)
Wire Fu (Others he's studied are, well, fancy frilly eastern arts)
Wax On Wax Off (A quarter of his training)
Taught By Experience (Another quarter)
Invulnerable Knuckles (Somewhat subverted--every time he uses his Mondragon Rifle signature move, he shakes his hand for a few seconds afterwards to sate the pain. All other attacks, though, he doesn't even flinch)
Lightning Bruiser (While not LIGHTNING SPEED, per se, his agility and speed are above average human level, despite his incredible strength)
REDENTORE:
Alignment
Seeker Archetype
Affably Evil
Wicked Cultured
Impossibly Cool Clothes (All his costumes are different types of very, very stylized armor)
Energy Absorption
Death is Cheap (He just doesn't DIE if he's killed)
Crazy Prepared (Backup plan after backup plan after backup plan after backup plan)
Meaningful Name ("Redeemer", applicable during his Face days)
Black Knight (natch)
Light is Not Good (Was originally designed by the Catholic church)
Face Heel Turn
Kiss Your Hand (Usually greets women with a flourishing bow and this)
Hyper Awareness
A Glass of Chianti
Wouldn't Hit a Girl (Has repeatedly stated he "doesn't like fighting women")
Sesquipedalian Loquaciousness
Friendly Enemies (See "Affably Evil". Redentore can be incredibly friendly and pleasant company if you're not in his way)
Noble Demon (See, Affably Evil. Unlike this trope describes, though, he has numerous incredibly depraved moments)
Winged Humanoid (natch)
Kamehame Hadoken (One type of spell class at his disposal, affectionately nicknamed "Devastation")
Hermetic Magic
Vancian Magic (Can use numerous types of magic, really)
Calling Your Attacks (Required for several spells)
Evil Is Cool (Several people have said that Redentore is their favorite character in my roster, a fact I sigh at)
JARROD CROSSWELL:
Alignment
Badass Normal
Hyperspace Arsenal
Crazy Prepared (In the veins of hyperspace arsenal--Jarrod is capable of pulling almost anything out of his [censored])
Gadgeteer Genius (see last two)
The Eeyore
WENCE:
Alignment
Alien Among Us (Sortakinda)
Personality Powers (Incredibly fast. Incredibly impatient)
The Man Wearing the Kingly Mask
The Chains of Commanding
SYNAESTHETE:
Alignment
Moe Moe
Cloudcuckoolander
Mother Nature, Father Science (Most of Synaesthete's music is inspired by the "beautiful world" around her)
Friend to All Living Things (In theory. She often stays away from forests and animals due to allergies)
"Sorry I fell on your fist!"
Squishy Wizard (Non-magical variation)
Dojikko
Psychic Powers
Monochromatic Eyes (White)
DANESTI:
Alignment (really)
Action Girl
Anti-Hero (So very, very much so)
Badass Normal
Scars are Forever
Impossibly Cool Clothes (I'd like to see someone wear a school outfit WITH chains, WITH flack armor, WITH goggles/gasmask, WITH lingerie, all at the same time. Can you? Didn't think so)
Prophetic Name
Badass Lolita
Token Loli
Heroic Sociopath (Subversion: The trope doesn't fit at all. The trope title? PERFECTLY)
Licking the Blade (Frequent. Sometimes she wipes the blade on her ventilator and BREATHES IT IN)
The Napoleon (While not unnaturally short, she IS the shortest of my chars and has the same temperaments, so...yeah.)
Not Helping Your Case (She says she's not evil, and I put her heroside for a reason. Raise your hand if you believe her. Yeah, thought not)
Real Men Wear Pink (aside from literally wearing pink, she has a very unhealthy interest in yaoi)
Yaoi Fangirl (As noted above)
The Daria
The Ruri
Gang of Hats (The Prisoners wear chains over themselves. The higher their rank, the more chains)
Rebellious Spirit
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I'm assuming something along the lines of E. Honda's Hundred Hand Slap. -
Fiona Tremaine once again fwumped down on the table, chin propping her head up, staring at the drink in front of her. A familiar scene, except for the drink of choice--Vault. Lovely, lovely caffeine, that would keep her from sleeping. Her concentration was shot, her coherency was shot even further, but dammit it was all worth it in order to stay awake.
She was sick and tired of the nightmares. Literally sick--she woke up more than a few mornings nauseated. She was terrified to go to sleep now. She had spent almost all of her time that should've been sleeping with composing.
Her ensemble was finished, she just needed it to publish.
But these nightmares were still plaguing her. She had to write, rewrite, draft, throw away, then re-do all over again--pieces often came out sounding haunting and awful, rather than beautiful and wonderful. She drew upon nature for her music...she considered the world to be the most beautiful thing in the world, and drew upon the beauty of it to fuel her music. She fought to protect it in her hero persona, and she glorified it as something TO protect in her composer persona.
But these nightmares tainted her mind. They kept her from sleeping, filled her with fear and terror. The last few tracks particularly emphasized this--they were quiet and lonely, rather than upbeat and passionate.
Fiona sighed and whumped her head on the desk. Then whumped it again, in frustration. Both her forehead and her eyes were becoming hot--the former from whacking it and the latter from tears starting to form.
God, she just wanted to SLEEP.
"...investigations are still continuing on the missing singer, 'Lazy Leanne'."
The radio cut into her thoughts, faster than a hot knife through butter.
Lazy Leanne? She was on the same label that she was, December September. Nice woman, guitarist, given the nickname "Lazy" due to her constant facial expression, eyes-half-closed with a devil-may-care smirk.
"She was last seen making her way to a concert, but never arrived at her destination. Her managers have been wanting to keep this case quiet, and thus very few people knew about the disappearance--however, an unknown leak has broadcasted this, and..."
Fiona didn't need to hear anymore. She had grabbed a bottle of Vault, slipped on a jacket, and made her way out the door.
She needed something on her mind, to distract her from all the nightmares. This was a perfect opportunity.
This would, however, require some help--she had no doubts that she wouldn't be at top capacity. So she'd have to grab some help, from various hero sources.
Fiona whipped out her cellphone and whipped out the phonenumber directory, turning the pages until she reached the "Registered Heroes" category. -
I'm desperately hoping stand-alone costume creator.
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Her sleep schedule, what little there was to begin with, had gone what was known in the scientific and psychiatric community as "[censored] snooker-loopy". Miss 523 had heartily suggested she get more sleep, but she couldn't. She was absolutely terrified to stay in bed now.
Fiona Tremaine fwumped down on the table, chin firmly planted on the wood, staring at her drink in front of her. Nighttime cough syrup. The alchohol would act as a depressant, slowing down her mind. After all, that was what dreams were, weren't they? Just constructs of the mind. Pictures and images brought from the subconscious and played around with the mind based on personal experiences.
She had nightmares about everything now. From friends turning on her to being alone to people suddenly hating her to traumatizing childhoods to her life being a lie to the release of Taste Test. The last one particularly baffled her--not only was Taste Test not released yet, it wasn't even named Taste Test anymore.
What also baffled her were the ones about a traumatizing childhood. She was raised a normal, happy girl. Well, relatively normal--as normal as a synaesthetic psychic can get. Her parents pampered her, loved her, showered her with affection and adoration, and tried to teach her as much as they could. Which admittedly wasn't much, but whatever they couldn't teach they showered her in books about.
The neighborhood mostly left her alone. She wasn't bullied often, picked on, or even shoved around a lot. They either simply pointed to her as "that weird girl", or they ran off after just a slight application of psionic power.
These dreams were lies. Total and complete lies, no doubt about it. Fabrications. Phonies. Fiction. F...something else beginning with F.
Which was fairly obvious, considering what dreams are. But the fact she had to repeat this to herself concerned her.
What was also more concerning was the fact that, somehow, she had fallen asleep during this ramble to herself.
Apparently depressants did not work the way she thought they did. -
Or a third option, he's avoiding everyone for whatever reason.
What? SOMEONE had to play Devil's Advocate. -
I've been badly burned by every commission I've wanted, except by my girlfriend. Friends and professionals alike. In fact, I still have a commission order from two years ago that I still e-mail about monthly but am seriously considering giving up on.
Jomaro is little more than just another notch on the wall, another artist in the wide-open sea of talent.
Talent is wonderful, but commitment is better. The smallest deed far outweighs the greatest intention. -
The Synaesthete, also known as Fiona Tremaine, forced herself to smile as she sat at a desk in Paragon City's Wal-Mart. She had finally released Taste Test, and had been roped into doing a promotional deal at the superstore. Her publisher said it would be "great for publicity", since she rarely mingled with her fans.
The nightmares had been plaguing her. Every night, she went down to bed, buckled herself in, and tossed, turned, moaned, groaned, and woke up a few hours later--adrenaline shooting through every vein in her body and keeping her from going back to sleep.
She was tired. She just wanted to lie down and nap.
Well, moreso than usual.
It took every muscle in her body to keep herself from yawning in public as she personally greeted every person in line at her table to pick up a CD, feign interest in every subject they wanted to talk about in the short discussion everyone would have with her, sign the CD, and remain level-headed and calm instead of stammering and apologetic to any and all critics that wanted to throw mountains of excrement on her work.
And she still had seven hours left to go.
They wouldn't let her have Miss 523 as her bodyguard for this event, so all she had for company was simply a big, burly, silent man in a suit. His presence didn't console her at all.
She loved her fans. She just hated dealing with them. She always became tongue-twisted and nervous and bashful.
She desperately wished she could just go to sleep and ignore everything...
She woke up with a jolt and a pain on the back of her skull. Her vision was blurry--it only took her a few seconds to recognize a mixture of opium and benzos, judging by the blurriness of her vision despite her glasses and how everything was tinted in different colors and shapes.
She could see the lights were off--busted, judging by the broken glass on the floor and how some were flickering. Bodies and corpses littered the ground, each of which with numerous holes in them. Likely from bullets.
Wait, bullets?
Panic almost instantly set.
She tried to push herself up from the table, but promptly collapsed back onto the floor with a clatter, the chair tipping over and falling directly into her. It wasn't heavy, but it certainly had weight. And this weight, combined with her sporadic, scattering senses, kept her from doing anything except spasming and groaning on the floor.
The chair pressed down harder and harder on her. She knew it was just her muddled senses, but she could swear that the chair was...laughing at her. Daring for her to lift herself up.
She could hear the click of a gun behind her.
The chair was still laughing at her.
This is the ninth night in a row... -
Every inch of her body wanted to vomit. It was hard not to.
One had to admit it was incredibly elaborate. He probably spent a few days setting it up, getting everything just right. Just for her.
She was hungry. She could feel the pangs in her stomach gnawing at her, begging to be filled, contrasting with the nausea and urges to empty said stomach.
The scenery was simple. A blank square room, with one light on the top and one single door at the end, closed and locked. Unfortunately, it was the little additions to the scenery which really terrorized her.
There was not a single bare area on the wall. Papers were stapled everywhere, on the ceiling, walls, and floors, all of them depicting particularly gruesome methods of defecation. On people, bloody squirts, 2girls1cup, mountains of it, animals' own, every possible scenario played out.
What made it the kicker was two things, however.
1: She was incredibly hungry, having not eaten today.
2: There was a plate full of moist, delicious chocolate directly in front of her, steaming fresh.
A young, seven-year-old Fiona Tremaine sobbed as she curled up in the corner, eyes shut tightly, hands clamped over her eyes, teeth clenched. This was psychological torture, traumatizing on any girl, but especially horrific when designed for a synaesthete. Even if she couldn't see it, the images were already firmly entrenched in her mind. The mental images brought forth smells and tastes, combined with the scent of the inks flowing through her unprotected nose, mixing with the smells of the chocolate.
No matter how hard she tried, she simply couldn't get rid of it.
She was hungry. Starving, even. He had taken her food and shoved her in here, locked the door. Told her if she wanted to eat, she'd make do with "what was available".
Fiona rolled on the ground, sobbing and crying, choking on her tears and the sweat from the heat.
Ah, yes, the heat. That only made this worse. She was used to the cool air conditioning from her house and in school. She loved the cool air. It was nice and comforting.
This was, however, suffocating. She was drenched in sweat, her clothes soaked entirely as she gasped for air. In fact, it was almost physically painful--an observer, if there was one, would have little doubt this would induce heat sickness.
And most painful of all was the laughter. They laughed when they threw her in here. And they had laughed when walking away. She had little doubt they were laughing now, telling everyone else, no, BRAGGING about what they did to her.
The teachers probably wouldn't help, either. They were likely scared of her--a child with psychic powers, what's to keep them from prodding into their own mind?
The only thing that could happen is to wait until someone came along and took pity on her.
Fiona wailed, cut off in another choke her body finally (and rather violently) gave into the urges, hurling up...exactly nothing, due to an empty stomach. Dry heaves followed, quite frequently and quite painfully.
"PLEASE! SOMEONE HELP MEEE!"
26-year-old Fiona Tremaine lunged forward out of her bed, yelped, and then suddenly slammed back down into it thanks to her seatbelt. She stared up at the ceiling, gasping with just as much frequency as her dream-self did as her mind raced, trying to desperately come to terms with the fact that, yes, this was reality, and no, what just happened wasn't.
She lifted up her hands to painfully rub at her eyes--more to clear the sleep than to actually clear her vision, she was almost blind without her glasses. The same hands then reached over to take her glasses from her nightstand, putting them on her face, then reaching down to unbuckle herself from bed. A quick roll and hop later, she was out of bed, stumbling over in her usual sleepy demeanor--her eyes were still closed, but she could smell the location of the nearby objects, so she stumbled out of her bedroom effortlessly, changing facing directions with almost every comically-inept step.
This is the sixth night in a row... -
I remember Laz did this before, and it was surprisingly fun. It's also incredibly simple.
Basically? Take whatever tropes you can find and see how many apply to your characters.
So, it was fun before. Let's do it again!
Steelgeist: Campbellian Hero, Seeker Archetype, Ridiculously Human Robots (Subverted because there's a reason), Hyper Awareness, Pastimes Prove Personality (Watching horror movies/reading horror novels/researching mythology and lore)
Scordatura: Action Girl, The Cape, Heroic Archetype, Badass Longcoat, Campbellian Hero, Jumped at the Call, Ascended Fanboy, Transformation Trinket (natch), Le Parkour, Dark Skinned Redhead (Subverted in how she's actually fairly reclusive and hermit-y), Good Ol' Fisticuffs (Scor's "studied" many martial arts from manga/fighting games, many of which include just plain street brawling), In the Hood (Standard attire, natch), Honor Before Reason, Leaning on the Furniture, Pastimes Prove Personality (Playing video games/reading manga/watching anime), Genre Savvy
Rondellus: Bishonen, The Cape, Heroic Archetype, Campbellian Hero, The Charmer, Jumped at the Call, Transformation Trinket (natch), Implausible Fencing Powers, Heroic [censored] (One-night stand), Hyper Awareness
Virelai: Action Girl, Badass Longcoat, The Gunslinger (RP-only, unfortunately--no guns available in-game aside from the temp shotgun/revolver), Jumped at the Call, Oral Fixation Fixation, Tsundere, Pastimes Prove Personality (Watching professional wrestling, modifying her guns), Personality Powers (Ice. Cold. 'Nuff said), Deadpan Snarker, Punch-Clock Hero
Denryuu: Hyper Awareness, Slouch of Villainy, Punch-Clock Villain (Nowhere near as likeable as the trope portrays, but the first two lines fit to a T)
Vintersorg: Cary Carrying Villain, Omnicidal Maniac, Face Heel Turn, Pastimes Prove Personality (Being a dick to people at the D, kicking small puppies and kittens), Personality Powers (Mind based--crafty and manipulative. Ice powers--cold), Good is Boring
Sir Morgant: The Cape, Heroic Archetype, Knight in Shining Armor, The Gunslinger, Jumped at the Call, Fish out of Temporal Water, Honor Before Reason (natch), I Call It Vera (His rifle, "Vangelis")
Anonysmo Dragon: The Cape, Heroic Archetype, Le Parkour, Good Hair Evil Hair (Subverted, goatee), Strong Flesh Weak Steel (AD has often bragged about his body being a fortress, and rarely wears armor--ICly, he's my most durable character, period), Power Glows, Healing Factor, Made of Iron, Hot Blooded (A bit calmer than portrayed, but JUST as passionate), Honor Before Reason, Personality Powers (Incredibly tough/powerful. Headstrong, steadfast, and noble), Shorter Means Smarter (Sorta. Though AD is nowhere near an idiot, Scor, Danesti, Redentore, and Jarrod certainly are smarter--and all are shorter than him)
Redentore: Seeker Archetype, Affably Evil, Impossibly Cool Clothes (Mostly different types of very, very stylized armor), Energy Absorption, Death is Cheap (He just doesn't die if he's killed), Crazy Prepared (Backup plan after backup plan after backup plan after backup plan), Meaningful Name, Black Knight (natch), Light is Not Good, Face Heel Turn, Kiss Your Hand, Hyper Awareness, A Glass of Chianti, Wouldn't Hit a Girl (Has repeatedly stated he "doesn't like fighting women"), Sesquipedalian Loquaciousness, Friendly Enemies (See "Affably Evil". Redentore can be incredibly friendly and pleasant company if you're not in his way)
Jarrod Crosswell: Badass Normal, Hyperspace Arsenal, Crazy Prepared (In the veins of hyperspace arsenal--Jarrod is capable of pulling almost anything out of his [censored]), Gadgeteer Genius (see last two)
Wence: Alien Among Us (Sortakinda), Personality Powers (Incredibly fast. Incredibly impatient), The Man Wearing the Kingly Mask, The Chains of Commanding
Synaesthete: Moe Moe, Cloudcuckoolander, Mother Nature Father Science (Most of Synaesthete's music is inspired by the "beautiful world" around her), Friend to All Living Things (In theory. She often stays away from forests and animals due to allergies), "Sorry I fell on your fist!"
Danesti: Action Girl, Badass Normal, Scars are Forever, Impossibly Cool Clothes (I'd like to see someone wear a school outfit WITH chains, WITH flack armor, WITH goggles/gasmask, WITH lingerie, all at the same time. Can you? Didn't think so), Prophetic Name, Badass Lolita, Heroic Sociopath (Subversion: The trope doesn't fit at all. The trope title? PERFECTLY), Freudian Excuse (Not evil, but still fits), Licking the Blade (Frequent), The Napoleon (While not unnaturally short, she IS the shortest of my chars and has the same temperaments, so...yeah.), Not Helping Your Case (She says she's not evil, and I put her heroside for a reason. Raise your hand if you believe her. Yeah, thought not), Real Men Wear Pink (aside from literally wearing pink, she has a very unhealthy interest in yaoi), The Daria/The Ruri
Schmarotzer: Energy Absorption, Meaningful Name, Magic Pants (Subverted, he shifts his own clothes whenever he transforms), Heel Face Turn
Tropes I'd LIKE to have in a character:
Lady of War, Disability Superpower, Stepford Smiler