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Shri'taki and Jessica Wrench

Well, my current character Shri'taki is the "naive, clueless, overly cute with no sense of personal space" green-skinned alien space babe.

Jessica Wrench is a "wrench wench".

Sepherat is the typical caped golden age hero.

Now we just need customizable pool powers, especially the travel powers.

Would love a better running animation for super speed (plus the ability to remove the yellow power thinger at your feet)

So when it says "around the corner" it means...?

So that's where they came from.

man, I want the fireflies on my female toon so bad

so

bad



so bad

I'd buy it.

Even if it was just that.

1.Theme: I prefer science fiction over fantasy.
2.Accessability(guh cant spell)
but yes, easy to get involved in is more important than large activity.
3.Activity
4.being just as fun ooc as ic.
5.Doing more than just standing in a circle in the base talking.

lol when is someone going to ever make a resistance sf/vg?

*stillwaiting*

weekend was kiiillllller

think I drove for a total of 7 hours to go visit my girlfriend in art school but it was worth it.

Strengths? Hrmmm, well I can pretty much make a character out of anything. Many of the one shot testing-powerset heroes I've made over time all have their own little creative backstories that usually throw a twist in the normal super hero origin cliches...not that I even RP with them.


Weaknesses, being addicted to tvtropes. I'm always either a) finding interesting little tidbits on the site to add flavor to a character or b) outright avoiding cliches and tropes on characters which leads to near -constant- retoolings of characters.


And altitis. As soon as a character RP's enough to join a SG I usually get bored and start making another alt...to repeat the same cycle.

((None of my characters own homes dammit >8I ))

Jessica Wrench: Decked out in Freakshow parts. (Obviously can't make this yet) Her outer shell always hit the fact that her emotional state has been patchworked together.


Shri'taki: Appears as the scared little girl she was when she left her home planet as a peacebringer. Since she had a different personality when she fused, once she was separated she had to quickly catch up with herself.



aaaand, that's all I have right now.

It's great to see that Primals (and Preatorians that were booted out) will be getting back in soon. And here I thought it would be next year before they got around to doing that. Now I can move my Resistance girl to Paragon without worrying that I will be shut out forever.


And yay Fitness! I guess it makes sense that all heroes train their fitness inherently as they fight crime. Here's to hoping it's still slottable too, but Im not worried about that.

Did somebody say gold cities?

Agent of Order for my Peacebringer

Lowlife for my Resistance Brute

Hey, at least that's better than LAB LAB LAB LAB LAB LAB like some arcs in Preatoria.

one mission in preatoria against crows undead team mates

"Ok, revived myself, all enemies are on the other side of the room, wait

how did that guy aggro on me from over there?

wait wait run run run

why is this guy chasing me across the map! GO AWAY"

The only one I really like is the very bottom left. The rest are meh, especially the top one considering its nothing but Valkyrie pieces.

As long as there's no Enriche.

Tired and beaten the wrench-wielding girl sat down on the edge of the stained and dirt cot underneath the streets of Imperial City. Bent over she unlaced her boots and sat them on the ground before being stricken with another coughing fit. Clearing her throat she continued ridding herself off all the little odds and ends strapped around her that made sleeping difficult. Feeling ill she wasted no time and finished off by letting her punkish dyed green hair out of its tight pony tail and drape over her shoulders. Finally free she laid down on the stiff cot and tucked her head into the pillow and drifted to a shallow sleep.

Fuzzy images swirled around forming complex shapes, faceless figures and Jessica started dreaming of her family. Sitting around the T.V. Jessica watched her 6 year self curled up next to her twin sister Carmen on the floor as they watched, their parents sat behind them. The day had come to a quiet close as the family settled in for the night, dinner was eaten, the girl's homework was done and the only thing left to do was get ready to bed. Picking up the girls Jessica's father started carrying them to their room when the doorbell rang.

Putting the children in the back room and answering the door their parents were greeted by two police officers. When asked what's wrong the two troopers stepped aside as the house grew dark, the air grew chill and the figure of Preator Tilman walked into the foyer. Even worse, declaring that she was here for Carmen. Her voice rang in Jessica's head, as clear as the day it happened,

"My seers have sensed a growing psychic presence in this house. I believe it is your young daughter Carmen. As you are well aware as citizens of Preatoria, we do out best to take care of budding psychics before their powers do harm to them. Frankly, I'm here to save your daughter."

On the verge of tears her parents stalled for time, asking every question that came to their mind, buying off the inevitable. Just then the two girls wandered into the living room honestly confused, impatient and uncaring the PPD officers grabb ed Carmen by the arm only to be flung into the wall by an invisible force. "Carmen!" her mother shouted, grabbing and holding the girl tightly against her chest. But it was too late. The two officers recovered from the floor and pulled her parents away as Tilman took the young girl by the hand. The next thing Jessica saw was the door closing as the woman left with her sisters, her parents protesting angrish slurs, the remaining officers looking angrier by the second, and then a flash.

Jessica's memory lurched forward as she dreamed of the following weeks, alone and cold on the street, wrapped in a blanket she had shared with her sister. She was completely alone as she watched people walk by. Her dream sped forward again as she saw herself adopted by the resistance, another flash and she saw herself training with them, learning their ways, learning of the horrors of Tyrant, and living with them like a makeshift family. But no amount of love from strangers could rest her spirit. Her dream skipped beats again as she saw herself growing colder, but stronger. She heightened her physical state to the closet to perfection she could, taking on whole teams of PPD with nothing but a wrench. And interestingly enough, the stronger she became, the more the Resistance accepted her and the more she enjoyed it. And as her dream flashed she woke up.