the Clinic (Open non-cmbt RP)

The Clinic, Overview.

The Clinic was founded shortly after the Rikti War. It is primarily a long term care and assisted living facility for heroes injured during or since the war. Since it has opened its doors, it has expanded its offerings to include a full spa, catering to heroes not physically injured but needing a break from the rigors of Paragon City.

The Clinic is located far outside of Paragon City in the picturesque wooded hills near Somerdale Lake. The vast park-like grounds have various nature trails, tennis and basketball courts, 9 hole golf course, and some recreational boating on the lake.

Those not taking conventional travel methods can use a dedicated portal-gate located in Portal Corp on Peregine Island. Teleportation at the Clinic is very restricted. Attempts to teleport into the Clinic from outside the facility will redirect the ‘porter’ to a secured arrival station just outside the grounds. ((Much like some CoT/Council missions or Mayhem Missions)). There is no teleporting within the buildings of the facility, though if on the grounds you can teleport freely anywhere else on the grounds.

The Clinic consists of several buildings. The main building, a large four story ‘T’ shaped building, is the hospital/treatment center and administrative area. The T shaped building is split into separate areas for different specialties including technology and cybernetics, magic and conventional surgery. Deep under the main building is the rehabilitation center for heroes to practice their powers in a safe controlled area.

The next building is a four story building shaped like inversed parentheses )( joined in the middle. This building is the assisted living building with rooms along the inside curves of each parenthesis that feature a lake or golf course view. There are single and double rooms (You may specify in your intro post which occupancy and view). The rooms are furnished much like a decent hotel. Some contain unique furniture for large or extra dense patrons or for fire hazards, etc. The first floor contains the cafeteria (open all hours, though with a limited menu during late hours), common room with various activities available, meeting rooms and an expansive hall for large gatherings.

The last building (detailed, other buildings might spring into existence as the RP progresses) is the extravagant and luxurious Spa. Connected to the Spa are a series of condos available for rental for heroes staying at the Spa. The Spa is decorated in classical Roma Italian architecture with columns, fountains and many marble statues of various heroes. The most prominent statue is of the famous arcane tank Crimson Warhawk, the founder of the Clinic. Crimson Warhawk is a large tank, wearing Egyptian style armor, depicted with a hawk head helmet and great feathered wings made of flames. He shown standing on a pile of fallen Rikti warriors.


The Clinic: Rules (please read)

This is an Open Role-play set to slower post rates. We are setting a maximum post rate of two in character post per day* . We encourage longer post that are more descriptive and collaboration though PM’s for joint post. Post limit is regardless of number of characters/NPC’s that you control.

*Post limit may change dynamically based on how things go. Note that there is a GM exclusion to the two post limit, should it prove necessary

This RP is not combat focused because combat is the primary cause of speed posting, accelerating a thread to the point it is difficult for some user to keep pace and/or participate.

Standard RP rules:
Be courteous to other participants
No ‘God-moding’ or power-gaming (Should be easy with limited combat)

Hero and Villain powersets allowed, though Masterminds are not preferred. (If you have a Mastermind concept that you feel will work, please PM me.)

Although we are allowing Villain archtypes(Power-sets), the Clinic is a hero hospital. Villain types with outstanding warrants are sent to the much less hospitable Zig Infirmary. I like the villain powersets and want to open those to the Clinic, but the Clinic is not for known evil doers.

Weapon wielding heroes will have additional security considerations, and generally will not be allowed to carry their weapons (Guns/swords/traps/grenades/etc…) while on the grounds. (Please PM me if you need special consideration for this)

In-game power sets preferred. Please PM me, with any deviation concepts you would like to play.



One ‘main’ long term resident character per participant.

Participants may also rotate one or two, short term characters as Spa guest.

NPC characters (Staffers or visitors) are unlimited, but unless specified are considered public. So please specify.



Crimson Warhawk’s story:

Crimson Warhawk was an experienced and extremely wealthy hero before the Rikti War. He was seriously injured toward the end of the war. Damage to his central nervous system had left his powers uncontrollable. No amount of healing magical or technological would fix his powers. He was a danger to the medical staff trying to help him and in chronic pain when his powers were nullified with a “glowie”*. He lived out his days heavily medicated until he succumbed to his injuries. Statesman himself spoke at the funeral. Crimson Warhawk left his enormous fortune to the Warhawk Foundation whose purpose was to create the Clinic.

*Glowie: Power nullification bracelet that glows when active.

NPC Cast:

Closed NPC’s

Director Gregory Henry is a small in frame but a brilliant and charismatic man. He doesn’t seem to have any powers, though some suspect that his great intellect is beyond human range. His background is in business and finance, and he has served on the boards of several prestigious hospitals before taking on his role here. Independently wealthy Mr. Henry has invested much of his personal wealth in the Clinic and has encouraged many prominent business men and active heroes to do the same.

Security Captain, Jacob Roberts isn’t an extremely large man but has a fit athletic build and very serious eyes. Capt Roberts has handled Director Henry’s personal security for years and the two have a deep respect for each other. Capt Roberts had also served as a consultant to the Longbow training program.

Open NPC’s:
These NPCs are open for writers to claim and develop the personalities and characteristics. Below are some of the key staff members (You may tweak the job titles), though this is just a small list. If someone grabs a department head of a specialty that you have a concept for then you can always make a staff Doctor to support your concept.

To start off, please only claim one department head. I’d rather not have a single writer control a block of department heads.

Head of Psychiatric Care

Head of Maintenance

Head of Magical Medicine

Head of Technological and Cybernetic Medicine

Head of Mundane Medicine

Power Training Center Coordinator

Spa Manager




If this RP seems to be your cup of tea think about your concept for a little while. Please don't start up until I put up my intro post (coming soonish). Once my intro post is up it will be open season to start.

Feel free to PM me with comments suggestions or ideas.

((Clinical Ella:

For those that have read Anti-hero 101, this is approximately 6 months after Ella escaped (was kidnapped) from the island. A lot has happened in that time, but I am not saying what.))

[Portal Corp, Peregrine Island]

Ella looked around in wonder and curiosity at all of the scientific equipment in the room. She absently started identifying the various components that she could see, somehow gleaning the knowledge of their specifications of this model or its predecessors. She allowed her mind to wander over the basic information but didn’t allow it to delve into more detail. When an emergency call had come in and taken priority over her transport. Ella and Karen (her security liaison) were shuffled off to the side.

Ella looked up and smiled at Karen who was holding her hand. Karen was in plain clothes, as to not draw extra attention as they drove across Peregrine Island to the Portal Corp facility. She had a kind face in contrast to her professional eyes. She tried talking with Ella briefly but kept the subject very general, as she was ordered.

Ella watched all of the activity. It was cool to watch all of the technicians moving around and working at the various stations in preparation for the incoming emergency. The medical team was set for arrival along with their crash-cart. Ella listened to the preliminary details coming over the radio and watched the response team prep for the arrival. The medical team was quite competent in Ella’s estimation.

Some red lights flashed and there was a short blare of a siren just before the teleportation platform activated. The trauma victim arrived onto the platform coming from the hospital in Brickstown along with two EMTs. The medical team sprang into action as Ella casually observed. “Trauma victim” was an odd use of the term, since this was a hero that had gotten in over their head and therefore not a victim in the technical sense.

This hero’s costume was shredded and bloody with only enough remaining for circumstances as they were misplaced modesty. Though the hero was healed of their main injuries, they seemed to be in considerable pain despite the amount of drugs already administered. Karen nudged Ella in a protective way to have her turn away. Ella knew it was a patronizing response to shield her young mind from bad things, but it was unnecessary. Ella had already seen and been through bad things. So Ella smiled up at Karen and allowed herself to be lead away from the scene.

Ella and Karen passed the time in a comfortable waiting room. Ella colored in a coloring book, which was again patronizing but she did enjoy it, while Karen watched over her and wondered about all the special treatment for this girl. Sure, she was obviously metahuman with her snow white skin, and all white eyes and a few other peculiarities that showed if she touched on her powers, but Paragon was full of meta-types.

Karen was only given the vaguest overview of subject Ella, and a longer list of do’s and don’ts by which to go. She wasn’t cleared for the full story or even the codeword assigned to the young girl.

Also, Karen wondered about Ella’s behavior. Physically she appeared in her late teens, but here she was gleefully coloring in a coloring book. While at other times, she displayed a high degree of knowledge on various subjects. Karen had learned this earlier when she made a casual comment on the weather only to be hit with a slew of meteorological details that she couldn’t comprehend.

Karen’s idle thoughts were interrupted when the intercom announced the transport system was ready for her and her charge. Ella smiled her innocent smile and packed up the coloring book and crayons, ready to follow Karen to the portal area.

The portal was already spinning and energized. Ella knew what to expect from various science journals but never actually experienced portal travel before. Needless to say she was very excited and bounced on her heels accordingly.

Everything was pre-prepped for their departure and all there was left to do was walk through the portal.

Ella held tightly to Karen’s hand with her nervous anxiety as the pair stepped through.

The travel was instantaneous, only the brain filled in lights and darkness to compensate for the awkward vertigo of the travel. The vertigo passed quicker for Ella than for Karen. Ella blinked at her new surroundings her brain coming to terms with the sudden changes.

Immediately in front of Ella was a very handsome security captain. He was much older than Ella, but vaguely reminded her of someone else on which she had once had a crush. She made quick note of the uniform, militaristic enough to indicate he was security, though simple enough to be pleasant and not overbearing. Ella certainly liked what she saw, but that could be attributed more to hormones. She also made note of the various devices he had on his belt and sewn into the uniform. The name tag simply said ‘Captain Roberts’. Ella beamed her joyous if not flirtatious smile at him.

Karen, who was all business, walked forward to meet Capt Roberts, towing Ella behind her by hand.

“Officer Karen Dey handing over subject ‘Happy-Camper’” Ella giggled slightly at the temporary codeword Karen used for her.

Credentials were checked and paperwork was exchanged and signed. A few minutes later Ella was holding the hand of Capt Roberts who led her through several security doors toward a small tram platform. She kept looking up at Capt Roberts and couldn’t help but smiling at the handsome older Captain. Though part of her mind still couldn’t help but notice the layout of the corridors they passed through her mind guessing at the security sensors and counter measures that must lay hidden behind the pleasant décor.

They got to a small tram platform with a tram car already waiting.

The tram whisked them through an underground tunnel for a few hundred meters, until it came out above the surface on the lush green grounds of the Clinic. Ella dropped Capt Roberts hand to go look out the window at all the lush green grass. He subtlety touched a button on his cuff, Ella guessed that he was using a sub-vocal communication system probably to notify others of their impending arrival, though she couldn’t hear the words.

The tram slowed at an outdoor station though the tracks continued on directly into the main building.

Ella looked out at the immaculately kept and beautiful grounds in awe. There were several heroes walking about the lush gardened paths some in street clothes, some in costumes. While many wore identical track suits with a color stripe to note if they were under magical or technological care.

Of all the heroes a Cat-girl practicing tai-chi on the lawn was who captivated Ella’s attention, unconsciously causing her to take few steps toward the cat-girl. The cat-girl’s movements were fluid, graceful, and effortless. Ella was somewhat memorized by the display. Deep inside of her memories that were (forcibly) suppressed tugged at her conscious mind begging for remembrance. Ella knew why there were holes in her memories and mind; she knew who did it too. She just couldn’t remember what filled those holes, and if she tried too hard to bring back the memories, it hurt. It was part of the reason she was here.

Capt. Roberts who waited patiently for what he considered a reasonable time motioned for Ella to come along.

Still staring at the cat-girl Ella slowly shuffled over to Capt. Roberts and took his hand again. Ella broke her stare from the cat-girl to again smile up at the Captain. He led her over to a waiting golf-cart and they drove off along the path at a comfortable pace toward the long term housing building.

Ella was again in awe of the beautiful grounds they passed as they approached the gleaming housing complex. As the pair entered Ella refocused on the interior. They passed a lounge and common area that looked comfortable and spacious. Again there were heroes here in costume and not, and some in wheelchairs. Many were gathered around a single hero that was telling a story about their adventures. There was a lot of back and forth as other heroes commented on their experiences, but everything seemed good natured and all involved seemed to enjoy their piece of whatever the overall story was.

Ella tried to crane her neck to try to see who the main storyteller was but Capt. Roberts had already ushered her into the elevator and the door closed before she could get a good look at the story-telling hero. Ella looked at the lit 4 button on the elevator panel and read the basic instructions printed there. Her mind filled with details about an elevator manufacturing plant in Ohio: Who the plant manager was, annual cost of the plant, who were the line inspectors, the specifications of this particular elevator and other such irrelevant details to the moment. Ella glanced up to the max load sticker and frowned when she saw that it was lower than the actual rating she had in mind, but figured that someone had played it safe.

A ding announced their arrival on the fourth floor, and a short trip down the hallway Captain Roberts stopped them at a door.

“This will be your room Ella” he held out a keycard for Ella.

Ella gleefully grabbed the card and swiped it on the reader, and was in the room as soon as the lock released. Ella’s smile broadened as soon as she entered. The room was spacious and the décor very pleasing, and there were two beds?

Ella whirled around to face Captain Roberts “I get a roommate?”

“It is possible Ella the option is there but it depends on your progress”

Ella opened a random door and found an empty closet; the next door was a closet full of clothes that made Ella squeal with delight. The next door revealed the bathroom. Opening the armoire Ella’s delight soured but only slightly.

There was no TV. Not only was there no TV, there was evidence that a TV had been installed and that it was recently removed on purpose.

((Note: Other rooms will have TVs, unless you don’t want them to.))

Ella put on her happy face again to mask her discovery and then headed to the balcony. Ella stood at the railing gazing over the lake view. She also had a good view of the spa facility and she wondered idly who might be staying there.

Captain Roberts came over to the balcony and called Ella back inside.

“Come on in Ella I want to go over some security protocols concerning your stay here.”

“Okayeee” Ella pushed herself away from the railing and bounced inside.

The discussion lasted almost an hour. Captain Roberts wasn’t sure that Ella was listening at times had her repeat the instructions back to him twice to make sure she understood.

At long last Captain Roberts stood “Your first appointment is tomorrow at 8 AM an orderly will meet you here to take you to Dr. Tyler’s office. You have a good evening Ella” Captain Roberts headed to the door.

Ella followed him but stopped and leaned purposefully at the door frame as he headed out. “I will see you again Captain?” She asked playfully.

“Certainly Ella” He smiled and headed off to administer his duties elsewhere.

------------One Month Later-------------

“I want a roommate”

Doctor Alyssa Tyler looked thoughtfully at the young girl weighting the request.

“I have been good. I have followed ((most of)) the rules and upheld my end of the deal. I hate being alone and I want a roommate.”

Dr. Tyler signed heavily “Well there are other considerations Ella…”

“I don’t care. I want a roommate…pleeeeaaaseeee” Ella batted her large all white yet very expressive eyes.

Dr. Tyler knew that Ella could be manipulative and behind the pleading eyes, there was a very smart and calculating persona.

“I can’t make any promises Ella, but if we have the right candidate we will see. Now let’s get back to our session. Tell me more about the tree that attacked you in your dream….”

((Anyone can go ahead and start joining.

Rooms are single or double occupancy and Lake or golf coarse view. (Specify in your intro)

If anyone is interested in being Ella’s room-mate, I ask that you PM me first with concept because of Ella’s special circumstances.

Doctor Alyssa Tyler is a closed NPC, she reports via dotted-line to the Head of Psychiatric Care, but serves the Clinic on a special assignment with the permission of the Director))

((Ack! I didn't leave room for direct interaction in Ella’s intro post. So I am appending the following to help get things rolling))

Doctor Tyler walked Ella to the meeting room after their session together.

Alyssa smiled down at her young charge.

“Here you are Ella. Now just be nice and I am sure you will get along fine”

Ella’s all white eyes seemed extra large and slightly scared as she stared up at the Doctor. She nervously bite, her bottom lip and nodded meekly at the Doctor as she pushed the door open and entered.

Ella was the first to arrive as she looked around the medium sized room that had several scattered chairs. There was a ‘Welcome Heroes’ message on the white board and someone had laid out some snacks on a small table.

Ella was immediately drawn to the snack table where she selected an oversized cupcake with a ridiculous amount of blue frosting sitting on top of it. Taking the cupcake with her she took a seat in one of the oversized chairs clearly meant for huge heroes or extra dense people. The oversized chair made the small Ella look even smaller than she was as she sat cross legged in it.

Ella spun the chair to face the windows. The odd thing was that she spun the chair without using any leverage or pushing her feet on the floor. Staring out the window she idly started to lick the frosting off of the cupcake. As she did, so faint highlights of blue started to appear in her usually all white hair, and the star burst pattern around her left eye became visible in a soft blue in contrast to her snow white skin.

Ella heard the latch of the door open as someone entered but she didn’t turn. At first the room would look empty, however there would be a vague reflection of the sitting Ella in the window.

((Meeting is a generic meet and greet and not a focus group or support group))

((Hmmm, when you say ‘Non-Combat’ you give the impression of ‘Non-Conflict’ which is equal to ‘Boring’. Maybe not say ‘Non-Combat’ but ‘Limited Combat’ in the sense that long drawn out battles won’t happen. I could see two-three step battles(not really battles but maybe accidental loss of control or villains that try to attack vulnerable heroes or assassination attempts, etc.) happening for various reasons but I don’t care to fight or not. I’ll give it a shot even though I’ve been very busy so can’t keep up with the boards as much.))

“Perhaps…perhaps not,” the middle age man grumbled as he rubbed the black stubble on his chin. He was seemingly sitting on a purple blob of haze before a game board in the courtyard of the clinic. The day was bright and sunny with a cool breeze that tickled the foliage of the tree he was sitting under.

He was one of the first few to be abducted by the Rikti although he managed to escape. His name is Edward Jacob Timbers, dubbed Seismic Psywave during the Rikti War by Statesman himself for amazing physical strength and powerful psychokenisis used to aid Statesman’s unit to push back the invaders. After the grueling war, Edward dedicated all his efforts to fighting the remaining Rikti but in the past years his body seemed to begin to deteriorate or change. Call it nature’s balancing act but it was plain as day that his abilities of the mind were growing stronger day by day while his body began to shrivel.

“Even if you could defeat them all, your best alternative is to force them back toward their portal,” Edward continued. He paused and examined the board before moving his xiang piece or elephant forward, boxing in his opponent’s ma piece(or horse) on the side of the board. Apparently he was playing a game of Xiangqi which is the Chinese version of Chess.

His opponent, a boy in a wheel chair, grinned manically. “But if the Rikti are so numerous, then pushing them back can be impossible, right?” Taking advantage of the elephant’s inability to cross the river, the boy sat his pao piece or cannon waiting for his enemy to move in close. Now that the elephant right next to his horse, he used the cannon to capture the elephant. Pleased with his move, the boy tightened the blue headband around his head (which he did after every successful move) and leaned back in his wheel chair.

Although he was in his mid to late teens, he seemed to be a boy in comparison to his middle aged opponent. His figure was thin but very athletic which made him seem even smaller compared to Edward’s muscular frame. A stick, actually bokken (a wooden sword), hung at his hip which was permitted on the premises because it wasn’t considered dangerous but if seen in battle anyone would soon change their mind. Ian Kelly examined the board smugly as he planned out the next few moves.

“So it would seem,” Edward answered. Without pause or batting an eye, he moved his ju piece or chariot forward and captured Ian’s cannon. “But their numbers can also be a disadvantage. If they’re all lining up to get through a portal then pushing them back eliminates their growing numbers.”

Another wide grin crossed Ian’s face as he saw Edward fall for his ploy. He moved his horse and took out Edward’s advisor piece (shi) and had his opponent’s general in check. “Ha, I knew that. But if you simply push forward and eliminate the key enemy they would have no choice but to admit defeat.”

As Ian adjusted the tightness of his headband again, Edward simply moved his chariot forward and captured Ian’s general who was left open after he moved his cannon forward. “Once again, so it would seem. You can never be quite sure with the Rikti because you could be falling into a trap.”

“Bah, you got me again,” Ian huffed good-naturedly.

“How many times do I have to tell you not to try and protect your general with cannons.”

“Hey! My cannon strategy may have holes but it works! You’re just mad because I beat you with it those four other times,” Ian laughed.

Edward laughed along with him and began cleaning up the board. “Maybe so but when it comes to Chess or Shogi, you don’t stand a chance.”

Just then, one of the clinic nurses came up behind them with crossed arms and a disappointed expression. “How many times do I have to tell you to keep your power usage to a minimum, Ed?” she asked with a sigh.

“Hehe, sorry Nurse Cisneros. We couldn’t find another chair so he let me borrow his,” Ian explained with a nervous grin which didn’t seem to help. Ian quickly hopped out of the wheel chair and pushed it up behind Edward. Ed let the purple hazy telekinetic energy dissipate so he fell gently into the chair.

“Don’t worry, I’ve been taking care of myself,” Edward dismissed and wheeled his way to the nurse.

“Okay, well it’s time for your check-up so let’s get moving,” she said and moved behind the man to push him toward the nearby building. “Thanks for your time, Ian. You can take your lunch now,” she told Ian from over her shoulder.

Ian just nodded and smiled until the two were out of sight. “-Sigh- Lunch in this place? Uhg….” He lazily shuffled into the cafeteria and sat at a table by himself. Lately, Ian had taken up some volunteer work around Paragon when he wasn’t rigorously training with his teacher. He had been here at the Somerdale Lake Hero Clinic for two weekends now but was seriously thinking about finding other work that was less passive and more engaging. He had to do everything in his power not to start jumping around off the walls hyperactively, at times. Not to mention the lunches weren’t so great for those not attending the clinic for medical reasons.

Something behind him sparked his senses but he did not take action as he knew it wasn’t dangerous. A light tap on his shoulder made him turn his head around to find a shapely woman with long light brown hair wearing street clothes. She smiled and leaned down to kiss Ian on the cheek.

“Cut it out, mom,” he blushed and rubbed his cheek vigorously. “What are you doing here?”

“Just checking on you,” Sandra said as she sat across from him. “I also though you’d like some lunch. I didn’t know what you’d like so I just got you a caterer.”

As if on cue, a woman and a man dressed in white wheeled in a cart next to Ian’s table. Ian placed his face in his palm and prayed no one was paying attention to his table. Roast duck, grilled chicken fillet, stuffed roast, Caesar salad, mandarin salad and many more dishes were placed before him although he just looked past them.

“Mother, you know I hate being pampered like this,” he gruffed and hid his face.

“I know, that’s exactly why I did it,” Sandra smiled back. “Stop being self conscious and just eat. I only have a few minutes left before I have to go. Important meeting and all that rot.”

Ian didn’t protest further and obeyed. He silently nibbled as Sandra watched him intently with her head propped up on her hands. Ian put down his fork and tapped his finger on the table. “What!?” he whined and waved a finger at his mother, “…and why are you going to a meeting dressed like that?”

"I'm the boss, I can wear what I want," Sandra laughed then looked deeply into her son's eyes. “...and I’m just so proud of you, taking time out of your busy life to help people….how many super heroes do that?” Sandra beamed at Ian even more happily.

“I’m not a super hero…I just do what I can…”

“Well, you’re my super hero,” she said proudly while rising from the table and walking up behind him and embracing him once more. “I’ve got an appointment to keep. Make sure you call your mother more than once a week.” Sandra began to exit quickly but waited near the exit for Ian to say his goodbyes.

“You know I call more than once a week,” he called back and waved. Ian pushed his plate away and waved for the caterers to leave. He bowed his head to them slightly before leaving the table.

Dusting off his uniform to make sure no food particles would stain it (by the way, he’s dressed like a member of the staff at the clinic), Ian slowly walked to his destination, a sort of gathering to meet more people that he could assist. As he walked, patients of the clinic were all greeting him with “Hey, Ian! What’s up?” or “How’s it going, Ian?”. He just nodded and smiled back. A lot of people there knew him because he was constantly helping or entertaining anyone that asked but he still felt he should be out fighting crime instead.

He absently walked into the meeting room which was furnished with decorations and food which he easily ignored and plopped in a chair. “Gah, how long do I have to stay here?!” he sighed loudly, ignorant to the fact anyone else was in the room. It was only a matter of time before his senses grasped his surroundings and he quickly turned his head in Ella’s direction.

“Opps…I mean, hello there. I’m Ian. What’s your name?” He made sure his voice was full of excitement and enthusiasm to establish an aura of cheeriness. He pushed himself up from his chair and bowed in her direction as if she were his opponent and they were going to spar (another little way he entertains the patients and brings about laughter).

((Okay, 3 pages is my limit. My main character is going to be a non-patient, Ian, while I keep an NPC that I’ll probably develop into a main character to take Ian’s place, Edward.))

Ella swiveled her chair in Ian’s direction. She was halfway through the frosting on the cupcake and had a tiny bit on the end of her nose. Her eyes narrowed only slightly at the edges as she quickly sized Ian up, taking in the uniform and bokken. Her expression immediately brightened.

“YOU’RE Ian!!!”

Ella had heard of the boy hero that has been volunteering at the Clinic, but somehow had kept missing meeting him. Ella’s chair rolled over to be closer to Ian’s, plowing through some of the unoccupied chairs in the process.

“I’m Ella. Do something cool!” She sat up on her knees in the chair setting the cupcake off to the side. She watched him excitedly full of anticipation.

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((Hmmm, when you say ‘Non-Combat’ you give the impression of ‘Non-Conflict’ which is equal to ‘Boring’. Maybe not say ‘Non-Combat’ but ‘Limited Combat’ in the sense that long drawn out battles won’t happen. I could see two-three step battles(not really battles but maybe accidental loss of control or villains that try to attack vulnerable heroes or assassination attempts, etc.) happening for various reasons but I don’t care to fight or not. I’ll give it a shot even though I’ve been very busy so can’t keep up with the boards as much.))

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((Yah, Non-Combat may have been the wrong wording. More to the point I wanted to say character focused, and not combat focused. There will be occasions to use your powers and maybe even fight someone/something, but I don’t want that to be the main focus of the thread.))

((Closing this thread. You may have already noticed that the thread has been recreated under the same name but the non-cmbt removed from the title. I hope to see you in the new place and happy writing))