Masonic Templar sat on the shoulder of the giant statue in the middle of Blyde Square as he often did and watched the city below. He simply shook his head as he watched citizen running from villians with unbelievable power; then would watch superpowered heroes chase those very villians, only for more chaos to insue. It was like watching rats in a maze try to find the cheese.
He let out a deep sigh. He had come here to make things better, to help others, to make a difference... and for what? All of his good work seemed to have been for naught.
Here he was, the very emination the combined spirit power of every Knights Templar, every Freemason and every Shriner who had ever lived or was living now.. his entire existence was because his power, his strength and his leadership was needed here in Paragon City more than ever before...
and yet...
yet here he sat inconsolable.
Had the spirits of his Brethren been wrong to create him into this world?
Did his being here really make a difference? Did anyone really care at the end of the day??
The mighty Templar just sighed even more.
"Oh my Brethren, what is my purpose? What is my gain? How can I complete my mission when all is so easily undone. I need your wisdom..."
The silence was deafening for a few minutes, but then the wind seemed to stir and the energies of the air seemed to change. The mighty Templar felt the presense of his most powerful mentor. He looked up to see the spirit of his great Grand Master Jacques DeMolay. Templar was moved greatly as he asked in a deeply respectful voice, "How can I be of service to my Great Grand Master?"
Demolay spoke softly to his ward, "You cannot give up hope my Templar. I know that your heart is heavy and your burden heavier. This world, these people, they need you. You may feel your work as fleeting but it is not, I assure you this."
The mighty Templar thought a moment and then asked, "What would you have me do then Grand Master? How do I seek the answers I so desperately need?"
Demolay smiled and replied, "Go Templar, go on this Quest to seek those answers. Find them in the people you meet, with others who are also seeking, in the challenges you will face. You see my Templar, there is change coming in the wind. The Darkness grows and the Shadows will make their presence know much sooner than you or anyone else might expect. Go. Find yourself. Go. Assist others. Go and you will find your answers, but GO! For the world is about to reach a new precipice of danger. Go Templar, you will not be dissapointed I assure you. This is your Quest, and I am asking you as a friend and Brother, to do this so that you may see that your hard work matters. So Mote it Be!"
The spirit was gone and the mighty Templar sighed again but resolved himself to do as he had been asked. He looked down for a moment and let himself freefall to the ground. His glowing aura of "invulnerability" sparkled around him as he hit the pavement HARD. The very road under him cracked and collapsed a bit.
The mighty Templar then began to take a look around and really began to think how and where to begin his quest. The winds were indeed about to change......
The mighty Templar found his way eventually to Faultine. He knew that the people of Faultine were in a lot of trouble and filled with anxiety over the flooding of the area and the incursions by Arachnos there. Perhaps this is where he could find some answers and begin his quest....
The mighty Templar roamed over the streets of Faultline. He helped a few citizens rebuild some structures, rescued a lost dog and helped the PPD search for pockets of criminal activity, but it was just as before: Nothing to fire his imagination nor his soul.
Templar however did notice that he seemed very alone here. He hadn't seen another hero all day. What was going on? He wondered. Just as he tried to make sense of it all, a group of six Aracnos came around the corner.
These legions of the dark leader disturbed Templar's soul. Immediately the squad of Aracnos drew their weapons and aimed at the mighty Templar, but he stood there in absolute defiance. "I suggest" Templar spoke in a deep, foreboding voice, "you all just turn around and run back to your Spider leader before I remove you from your lives."
Templar rose up to his full seven foot seven inch height; his full suit of armor gleamed in the sunlight, his right hand easily gripped the hilt of his mighty hand and half sword as he spoke.
The six Arachnos actually paused a moment. This knight, his aura of power and the conviction in his voice made them realize that he was deadly serious and that he would be a more than formidable opponent. The Luitenant looked around at his minions and ordered, "What are you fools waiting for?? Eliminate him!!!" Then the six of them sent a barrage of ammunition towards the mighty Templar intending to end his days....
Three grenades landed near the feet of the mighty Templar and exploded; the smoking cloud of dust and debris obscured everyone's vision for a moment but then through the dust, the mighty knight had barely flinched. His silvery armor and golden helmet had not lost any luster whatsoever.
Templar focused on his attackers, pulled his hand and half Templar sword from its hilt and slowly twirled it with his right hand; in a low and menacing voice he said, "Now evil doers, it is MY TURN..." With surprising quickness and agility the mighty Templar advanced against the Arachnos squad. He twirled his sword in hand at a very impressive rate until he had closed to melee range. The squad of Arachnos fired point blank at the mighty Templar, but their ammunition seemed to just bounce harmlessly off his armor.
The Templar then stopped, planted his left foot, grabbed the hilt of his sword with both hands and used his momentum to take a mighty horizontal swing at his enemies. The result was horrific for in a moment, three of these spiderlike enforcer wannabes were writhing on the ground in serious pain from nearly being cleaved in twain, bleeding profusely from their wounds.
The might Templar then shifted his footwork deftly to the right and let the natural sweeping motion of his mighty swing bring his powerful sword around to continue his attack. He let the sword turn in his grip and regripped the hilt through his action, he then brought the sword into the full angle of his powerful backstroke and proceeded to behead another Arachnos gunner; it was as if the Templar was having a coreographed dance with his mighty sword to produce a ballet of death... it was a tremendous sight to behold.
On a rooftop across the way, the ghostly appiration of an ancient warrior pointed down towards the armored figure carving a path of destruction through the Arachnos soldiers. He spoke, his unearthly voice ringing only in the head of his companion, an average height warrior with dark hair wearing red and black leather armor and a full length black trenchcoat.
"Look there young wolf, see the warrior defeating his foes? Tell me, is that a hero?"
The young man looked up at his ghostly guide, "I don't understand sensei", the man looked back at the fight below, watching as the warriors sword removed the head of an Arachnos soldier, "I mean, he's winning right?"
The ancient warrior merely smiled softly and shook his head, "Being the strongest or most skilled does not make one a hero young wolf. Tell me, is Statesman a hero because he is the strongest. What then of Manticore, or Blue Sheild. Are they then not truly heroes because they are overshadowed by their stronger companion?"
The young man shook his head, "Well no, I mean yes they are heroes and I know a hero fights to protect others and what not."
"You say the words, but do not truly understand them." the ancient warrior said, placing his non-coporeal hand on Bladewolf's shoulder, "If you are to unlock the full potential of the blade, young wolf, you must learn. I will guide you, but you must discover the answers for yourself. Watch the outcome of this battle young one."
"Yes sensei," the now confused warrior said as he turned his attention back to the fight below.
As more of the soldiers fell, one near the back raised her gun to once again fire futiley at the attacking hero. Before she could, however, someone grabbed her from behind, pulling her into a small alcove behind her.
For a second or two the soldier struggled against the arm around her waist and the hand over her mouth, but a voice hissing in her ear stilled her.
"Don't be stupid," the person behind her whispered harshly. "You saw what happened to the others. Now stay quiet or he'll hear us." Despite herself, the Arachnos soldier obeyed, too afraid of the hero's blade to argue.
((OOC: ALL RIGHT!! I FINALLY HAVE SOME TAKERS HERE>> THANKS ALL FOR JOINING!! I apologize for any spelling errors or other grammatical mistakes. Even though I am a former teacher, I still tend not to proofread all my work.. great posts all and thanks again for joining in. I hope you will enjoy this thread and just having fun with each other and whatever storyline you want to tell.. I appreciate it!))
The mighty Templar turned to face the Lieutenant who now stood their alone. The Arachnos squad leader looked frantically for his help, but alas, there was none. He turned back only to be looking up and the huge knight. The mighty Templar looked down upon the man and spoke in a low, steady dread inducing voice, "Well, well lone spider, now what? Do you want to continue or do you want to cooperate and tell me why Arachnos is here in Faultline?"
The squadleader was visibilly shaking in his boots for not only was this knight huge but obviously not at a loss for confidence. The lieutenant could literally feel the power of the Templar eminating like standing near a giant electromagnetic source, it was like standing near the core of a nuclear reactor, and the lieutenant felt completely intimidated. With a last gesture of defiance, the lieutenant swung his rifle butt up to try and hit the mighty Templar, but the knight deftly intercepted the attack with his left hand and caught the rifle at the mid-barrel. He then squeezed with his powerful gauntlets and crushed the barrel like you or I would crush a soda can.
The mighty Templar then grabbed the man by the uniform and lifted him off the ground and asked again the same question as before, except in a more menacing voice than before, "I guess you didn't hear well Spider, WHAT is Arachnos DOING in Faultline?"
"You.. cant.. make.. me talk.. hero," the lieutenant struggled against the very strength of the knight, "so.. you.. might as well.. kill me..."
The Templar threw the man to the ground.... hard!... stood over him and replied in an angry tone, "Kill you? Hardly. Templar only kill if there is no choice left, to defend themselves or others or if the consequences and sentences of Justice call for such a thing to be done Spider. Now, LEAVE, RUN back to your masters like the coward you are! Let them know, they wont be tolerated here and tell them that we that defend Paragon City will not rest until all of you are defeated. Now GO before I change my mind frightened Spider..."
The lieutenant, wild eyed and unnerved quickly got to his feet and ran for his life. The Templar watched him go and when the man was out of sight, he sat down on the curb of the sidewalk, cleaned his sword with a rag he pulled from his belt, resheathed his sword and rested... "How does this all bring me the answers I seek? Why am I not fulfilled? Am I failing in my duty?" The mighty Templar pondered the question as he watched the night's full moon rise high in the sky...
The ancient warrior merely looked upon his young charge and waited. The young man stepped back away from the edge. "Ok sensei, he won. He spared the last "spider's" life and I will admidt it was nice speech he gave to the arachnos operative. What I don't see is how that was supposed to teach me about being a hero."
"You observe, but you do not see. Perhaps the fault is mine young wolf. Perhaps something more hands on will benifit more." The ghostly guide's words sounded only in Bladewolf's head as his mentor turned to look around them. "Stretch out your senses young wolf, tell me, what do you...detect."
Bladewolf closed his eyes and focused his senses of smell and hearing. After a couple minutes he opened his eyes and turned to the ancient warrior, "There is a slight chill in the air, it will probably be a cold night. The sounds of people moving all around us can be heard. Those closest to us smell of gun oil and....excitment?"
The appiration nodded his head, "Good young wolf, good. Where are these that smell of gun oil and excitment?"
Bladewolf closed his eyes for a second, sniffing the air, then opened them and pointed to the building across the street. "There sensei, they are in that building there."
"And what do you think they are doing in there, young wolf?" said the warrior of old.
Bladewolf grinned, "Only one way to find out" and with that, took a quick run and lept off the edge of the building, crossing the distance in a single bound. As the young warrior crossed the light of the full moon, two small stones clattered down into the street below.
The ancient warrior merely sighed before floating across the distance, "Always so brash that one."
The Templar still looked into the night sky, he then saw something move across the face of the full moon. Two small stones hit the pavement near his feet and his curiousity was greatly stirred. He quickly looked back into the sky and tried to find whatever had moved so quickly across it. He targeted that movement for a moment and then did a quick mental calculation as to where the movement would end.
The Templar stood up quickly and started to move to the location he figured where the movement had ended. He first began to jog, then run and then with one mighty surge, he leaped a great leap. The mighty Templar soared skyward until he reached the apex of his jump, then altered his trajectory enough to begin his fall that would let him land on a very non-descript, squat building. He looked around to see if he could see anyone....
Bladewolf quietly moved across the rooftop, the sounds of soldiers marching in the rooms below him. Moving as quickly and quietly as he could, the young warrior approached the only door visible. As he reached for the door however, his ghostly mentor stopped him.
"Hold a minute young wolf, it seems you are about to have company." Bladewolf looked back at his teacher then towards the sky where the appiration was pointing. Seeing the large silhouette coming towards him, he immediately pushed back the sides of his trenchcoat and assumed a battle stance. His legs braced just further apart than shoulder length. His hands held at his sides, the left one open, the right appearing to hold something that was not there.
As the figure neared though, Bladewolf recognized the large armored warrior from the fight on the street below. Sighing softly Bladewolf relaxed his posture, "scared the bejinkers outta me".
The ancient warrior chuckled, "I will leave you now young wolf. Have fun with your new friend and remember, search for what it means to be a true hero". With that, the warrior faded from view.
Bladewolf nodded to the vanishing ghost as the large warrior landed across from him. Extending his hand in a wave he stepped forward, "Hi, um. I'm Bladewolf"
The mighty Templar took a quick measure of the man before him, then saw the man extend his hand and introduce himself as Bladewolf. The mighty Templar first bowed then extended his own huge gauntlet and shook the man's hand... gently... "It is a pleasure to meet you Bladewolf," his voice sounded as though part ghostly yet deep bass in tone and part regal yet humble in intonation, "I am the Masonic Templar, but please, call me Templar. What brings you here to this place? Is there something going on of a peculiar nature here?"
As the armored hero lept away, the person finally let go of the Arachnos soldier. She cautiously crept out of their hiding place, casting a quick look at her dead comrades before turning around to the person who'd saved her.
The young woman behind her wore disheveled clothing and an old hooded sweatshirt. Her clothes plainly told the story of someone accustomed to sleeping outside. All in all she looked like most of the unfortunate street people one sometimes came across in Paragon, except perhaps for her hair. She was completely bald, not the barest hint of fuzz anywhere on her scalp.
"Um... thanks," the soldier finally said after a few seconds of awkward silence. The other girl merely shrugged.
"Just lucky he didn't see you," she answered, leaning against the wall as she looked at where the hero had lept off to. Another few moments of silence passed before the soldier felt compelled to break it again.
"I'm Gilda. Gilda Ferris," she greeted, holding out her hand. She noticed a slight hesitation before the homeless girl returned the handshake.
"PJ," she said simply, cutting the physical contact as quickly as was politely possible. "So, what'll you do now? You guys got some kinda meeting place or something?"
"There are a few extraction points," Gilda replied. "But trying to get to them alone is probably not a good idea. Without a squad I'd be too vulnerable to heroes, Vahzilok zombies, Trolls and whatever else is wandering around out here. No, we have squads making trips in here quite a bit. I'll probably just hide out till one shows up and join them."
"Well, I've got a place set up over there," PJ pointed to a nearby, abandoned building. "Not much, but you could hole up there for awhile."
Seeing no better options, Gilda agreed and the two of them started walking.
Bladewolf took his hand back and without realizing he was doing it, flexed it a few times. The hand didn't hurt, he just wasn't prepared for the warrior's incredible size. Seeing him from above truely didn't do the man justice.
Clearing his throat Bladewolf continued, "umm yeah I believe so. I've been picking up the sounds of people moving around down in this building. The only thing is, they sound like they are marching, you know, everyone walking in step and the like." He turned back to the door across the way, "and there is that distinctive smell of...gun oil. I don't know, it just all feels...wrong somehow."
The young warrior turned back to the large warrior. "I was about to check it out. My," and here Bladewolf seemed to pause, as if attempting to find the right word, "..guide, tells me I am too brash, to reckless." Bladewolf arched an eyebrow questioningly, "care to join me?"
The Templar bowed again to Bladewolf and replied, "I would be honored to join you, perhaps we will find answers, perhaps we will find something new to understand, perhaps even, we may find a new quest. Let us go then, my sword is prepared to wield justice." The mighty Templar took his gauntlets and flexed them like a person would when cracking their knuckles, then he walked almost shoulder to shoulder with Bladewolf as they moved forward...
Throwing a quick grin at his armored companion, Bladewolf opened the door. A single lightbulb lit the top of a metal stairway twisting it's way down into the building itself.
Shrugging, Bladewolf started down the stairs, attempting to keep as quiet as possible. He strained his senses, alert for any possiblity that the stairs were occupied by others than just him and his companion. Finding no one in their trek down the flight of stairs, the hero's came upon a simple metal door as well as another set of stairs heading down even further.
Bladewolf placed his ear to the door, listening for sounds on the other side. He grinned as voices, indestinct yet becoming clearer as he focused on them.
"Archon Talliver said that the Center himself ordered this operation", a gruff male voice said.
He was responded to by another male voice, this one softer yet still as structured, "Archon Talliver has an inflated sense of self. You know that Bill. Me, I'm just glad he's not the one in charge of this."
"Yeah," replied the first voice, "I hear that Tom. I can't believe we got chosen for this. Of all the Council's troops they had to choose from, they chose our platoons."
Bladewolf stepped away from the door and turned to his new friend. "It's council. There are a couple of their goons just inside the door here. What say you, we go in there, bust some heads, find out what's going on and stop this little party the've got planned?" And without waiting for an answer, he turned back to he door and slowly opened it.
As soon as the door was even cracked, alarm klaxon's blared throughout the building. Bill and Tom, two Penumbra Elite Adjutents, lieutenants imbuded with special "super soldier" formula as well as highly trained military specialists, reacted instantly, Bill scanning the area around him as Tom readied his communicator, requesting a situation report. Bill's hand on Tom's arm stopped him though, and when Tom looked at his friend, Bill pointed to the opening door. The door being opened by a very abashed looking Bladewolf.
Bladewolf stood in the doorway, his trenchcoat pulled back to allow for easier movement and his magical sword, a long straight blade with an edge on one side, was held in a loose two handed grib infront of him. The two lieutenants looked at each other, back at Bladewolf and each tossed a small device towards the hero.
Bladewolf recognized the grenades for what they were and started to step back, intending to use the wall as cover. He started to shout a warning to his friend, "Grena..." was all he was able to get out though. Both detonated at the same time, the combined blast throwing Bladewolf across the landing to the far wall. The young warrior had taken the brunt of the blast, and shrapnel had tore through his armor like a hot knife through butter. Leaving a small red streak, He slid down the wall to the landing below.
Templar quickly reacted, although his young new friend had made an error in tactics, his heart and his instincts were at least in the right place, but now the matter at hand had escaleted to much worse a situation. The Templar quickly knew what he had to do.
He rushed over to where Bladewolf had landed, the gunfire strafed and punished his back, he was taking a lot of damage, but the mighty Templar simply groaned as he reached his fallen companion.
The Templar could feel his life ebbing but he had to save the young warrior and with all his energy he swept up Bladewolf with one massive arm, shifted into a full run and then lept with everything he had left. He landed awkwardly near the back of an old warehouse nearby. He busted down the boarded up door with his shoulder and settled down behind a large stack of crates. The Templar immediately used his hero intercom (that he had only learned how to use barely one month ago) and asked for emergency assistance PRONTO!
He took the cloth from his belt and put pressure on Bladewolf's wounds.
Bladewolf groaned softly as Templar pressed against his wounds. Shifting himself slightly, he grasped the large arm and weakly pushed it away. Coughing slightly he whispered, "wait. let me....let me concentrate"
Closing his eyes he focused himself and with a small mystical green glow, the wounds he had recieved seemed to close. The more serious ones closed first, and quickly. The smaller ones reacted as well, closing before Templar's eyes though not as quickly. Grinning ruefully Bladewolf looked up at his large friend, "yeah, my teacher always does say I'm too brash for my own good."
the mighty Templar leaned his helmet back against the wall; with his right hand he reached into a small pouch on his belt and withdrew a small greenishis glowing crystal. He broke it in half with his hand and the green glow soon wrapped all around his body. He sighed a great sigh of relief as he rested there listening to the sheer quiet of the abandoned building.
He looked over to Bladewolf and said, "Well, let us not rush in like that again my young friend. Even this Templar can perish." He paused a moment and continued, "We now need to find out what these evil Council are doing. It may not be the quest for the Grail but it is intriguing nonetheless..."
Bladewolf again smiled aplogetically at his large companion. Leaning back against the wall behind him, he closed his eyes as the last of his wounds healed themselves. "Yeah, I've got no idea what they would be doing here. Though I will admidt, I am fairly new to this 'hero' thing and the whole, figuring out what the enemy is doing, is still a little beyond me."
Bladewolf pushed himself up to his feet and walked across the roof to look at the offending building. He looked back towards the Templar, "I've probablly watched every movie with counter espionage teams, and insertion points, and what not. But that's the experiance I have with that. I usually just walk in and fight my way to the objective." Sighing, he sat down on the edge of the building.
"Ok," he said, anticipation of the coming fight creeping into his voice, "when we go back in, I'll follow your lead. So, do we wait for others to answer your call, or do we go in ourselves and hog all the fun."
Gilda was rather surprised at what awaited them inside the building. She'd expected the usual homeless set-up; makeshift blanket, old bag, fire burning in a steel barrel.
Here, however, there was a cobbled together bed that looked to be made out of debris from the building. The fire was actually burning inside of something that appeared to be a mish-mash of hubcaps, car parts, and some other things she couldn't identify. Chicken wire formed a small dome over the flames with a metal pan sitting on top; ideal for cooking things on.
"Wow," Gilda said as PJ pointed to an old mattress she could sit on. "This is pretty nice. As far as drafty, condemned buildings go anyway."
"Yeah, well," PJ shrugged. "I used to be an engineer, so I'm pretty handy. And you'd be surprised what you can find just laying around the streets."
Gilda had to agree with this when she thought she recognized a piece of Rikti armor among the cobbled together fire-basin. PJ opened a can of baked beans with her knife and set the can on top of the fire.
"It's not much," the homeless girl sighed, "but it's good enough."
"You seem very skilled," Gilda said conversationally. "Can't you get a job somewhere?"
PJ suddenly seemed to become nervous, running a hand over her bald head.
"It's..... it's not that simple," she stammered, lapsing into silence immediately after. Gilda felt she'd hit a nerve and wisely decided to let the subject drop.
The mighty Templar sat up a bit to speak to Bladewolf when suddenly through the door hovered in a man. He had glowing red eyes; he wore a suit that looked like an amalgam of plastic or polymer and steel or steel like plating, his hair was shoulder length and was like a salt and pepper color... but it was his eyes that stood out about him... his eyes and his aura of confidence, leadership and veteran status... Templar looked up and said, "Amberk? Is that you? What are you doing here in Faultline? I thought for sure you were too busy with things in Striga?"
Amberk smiled and replied, "I got your request for help old friend. You do not think I would let my own teammate get into too much trouble do you?" Amberk smiled again. It was an empathic smile, one of those smiles you give to longtime friends or family members, one that says "I am always here for you".
Amberk helped the Templar to his feet and he dusted himself off then introduced Bladewolf, "Amberk, I'd like you to meet my new found friend Bladewolf. Bladewolf, this is Amberk of the Red Eyes, the best healer I know and am honored to be a teammate of."
Amberk extended his hand to Bladewolf and said in a gentle voice, "A true pleasure to meet you heroic Bladewolf.."
Bladewolf grasped the newcomers hand in a firm grip, "It's good to meet you too Amberk."
Taking a couple steps toward the roof edge he looked back at his to companions. Placing one foot on the edge of the building he gestured towards the one where the Council had nearly sent him to the hospital. "So how do we do this. With more stealth yes, but do we go in the same way?" Shrugging he continued, "Or do we find a new path?"
((sorry for the short post, RL is a touch busy atm))
Amberk replied to Bladewolf, "Well my fellow hero, it would seem that the Council would be on alert status but if they feel they have driven you off or killed you, then I am certain that they are going back to what they were doing before you came in. Let's go back over the situation a moment."
The Templar and Bladewolf described in as much detail as they could of what they had seen to Amberk. He then knelt to the ground, picked up a stick nearby and began to draw a two dimentional representation of their description in the heavy dust of the floor. He said nothing but looked long and hard at his drawing, then after about ten minutes he said, "Look, there are eight boarded windows on the south side of that building on the first floor and six windows of various sides for the rest of the floors above that, three skylights, two old loading docks and two large ventilation fans on the roof. Your best tactic would be to enter through the roof. I would start on one side or the other but not in the middle, best to keep your enemies with only one direction to fight you on. You must stay close to each other and give each other support.."
Amberk looked over to Bladewolf and said, "No my young hero, I cannot stay to assist you. My time here in Faultline was long ago, there are heroes and people in trouble in Brickstown and other places on that side of the city. I will leave you with a full amount of healing items and endurance supplements that you can use as you need them."
Templar nodded to Amberk and replied, "Of course my friend, I appreciate your assistance here as it is, but I know your duty is elsewhere. Me and the young Bladewolf can solve this case I am sure." Amberk smiled and replied, "I know you two can do it. I sense there is a good aura here amongst you. I, however must go for I know that Ms. Thunderbird will be asking for my reports soon as she always does." Amberk chuckled as did the Templar. "'Tis true that Amberk, she may be tiny and beautiful, but she may be the most demanding woman I have ever met! 'Tis a good thing though. So Mote it Be!"
Amberk smiled and turned again to Bladewolf and asked, "Do you have anything else to ask of me before I leave?"
Hello to all, it is good to roleplay with you all and welcome to this new Open RP thread... yes, as usual, all the typical rules of an open rp apply here: No God Characters, no killing of another player without said player's permission, courtesy and harmony is paramount, etc...
What I want to do here is a little different. All of COH/COV is in play as in other RP threads, but this one I want to emphasize the STORY.
The story I want to emphasize in this RP thread is: Whatever character you run in here is going through deep introspection. I want this RP thread to be one that the internal aspects of a heroes life be brought to the fore.
Use these parameters to help you understand what I want to see in this thread:
Why does the hero or villian keep doing what they do DAY AFTER DAY AFTER DAY?
Your hero or villian is beginning to question why they slog about on and on without getting much notice or while other family or personal problems are hitting them at the worst time, or any other storyline where your character is facing a crisis or challenge or personal situation that is making them wonder about their life, the big picture and what it all means.
Ill set the scene, you fill in the blanks as you see fit. My hope is that this rp game thread will allow those who really love to tell a story to be able to do so while interacting with the rest of us. Please enjoy.
***Note: Due to my limited ability to access the Internet as much as I like to at this time, I will only post here when I can so don't feel like you have to be tied to my characters (or anyone else's for that matter).. basically just have fun and play nice with others***