Hey folks, the following is an excerpt/opening for a story I'm looking to write/play through with my newest actually-playing character (hero-side). As the last bit will hint at, I'm looking for a character to partner up with the Bay Bruiser (details available on request or via bio in-game). I'd prefer a female for the dynamic, but the right type of guy could work as well (and no, IRL sex doesn't matter as long as the character is played accurately).
If you're intrigued, have questions, or anything else for that matter, give me a shout via PM here on the boards, or send me a message in-game (global is @Ratchet).
And so, without further ado...
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The sun shone down brightly on Atlas Park, barely a handful of wispy clouds adding a touch of texture to the otherwise crystal-clear blue sky. Such was the weather that so exemplified the heart of Paragon City, home of the largest concentration of superpowered beings on Earth. It was here that the newest of Paragon's protectors came to pay respects and homage to the greatest that came before them, basking in the shade of the prominent statue of Atlas. It was here that veteran defenders enjoyed a brief respite from the rigors of responsibility that comes with the mantle "superhero".
Jason McAllen stepped off the tram arriving from Steel Canyon, having just picked up his new costume and completing the transition into the Bay Bruiser, and into the warmth radiating from bove and all around him. The blue of his outfit was nearly as brilliant a blue as that of the sky itself, and the sun caused the maroon of his mask, gloves, and boots to flare up with the intended look of vim and vigor. His head tilted back as he stared up at the disk of the sun, a feeling of nostalgia beginning to wash over him as though it too were raining down on him like the light itself. It had been a year since he'd seen through natural eyes, unencumbered and unaided by the goggles he was now forced to wear if he wanted to see at all. Granted, he could see accurately about four times farther than normal eyesight allowed, and in wider array of spectrum, but there was something missing and the only way he could describe it was that it was something inherently, naturally, human.
A gentle disturbance of air brought him out of his reverie, his brown hair waving slightly in response, and his mouth and it's bordering goatee curved up into a smile with which to greet the one who'd be his guide around Paragon, initially, and partner in crime-fighting, hopefully on a more permanent basis.
I'm so going to hell...if not for this post, then for that thing with the squirrel and the maraschino cherries. Ratchet Fizwink
Proud boss of the Paragon Tram Maintenance.
PGTM - Fixing Paragon, one track at a time.
Hey folks, the following is an excerpt/opening for a story I'm looking to write/play through with my newest actually-playing character (hero-side). As the last bit will hint at, I'm looking for a character to partner up with the Bay Bruiser (details available on request or via bio in-game). I'd prefer a female for the dynamic, but the right type of guy could work as well (and no, IRL sex doesn't matter as long as the character is played accurately).
If you're intrigued, have questions, or anything else for that matter, give me a shout via PM here on the boards, or send me a message in-game (global is @Ratchet).
And so, without further ado...
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The sun shone down brightly on Atlas Park, barely a handful of wispy clouds adding a touch of texture to the otherwise crystal-clear blue sky. Such was the weather that so exemplified the heart of Paragon City, home of the largest concentration of superpowered beings on Earth. It was here that the newest of Paragon's protectors came to pay respects and homage to the greatest that came before them, basking in the shade of the prominent statue of Atlas. It was here that veteran defenders enjoyed a brief respite from the rigors of responsibility that comes with the mantle "superhero".
Jason McAllen stepped off the tram arriving from Steel Canyon, having just picked up his new costume and completing the transition into the Bay Bruiser, and into the warmth radiating from bove and all around him. The blue of his outfit was nearly as brilliant a blue as that of the sky itself, and the sun caused the maroon of his mask, gloves, and boots to flare up with the intended look of vim and vigor. His head tilted back as he stared up at the disk of the sun, a feeling of nostalgia beginning to wash over him as though it too were raining down on him like the light itself. It had been a year since he'd seen through natural eyes, unencumbered and unaided by the goggles he was now forced to wear if he wanted to see at all. Granted, he could see accurately about four times farther than normal eyesight allowed, and in wider array of spectrum, but there was something missing and the only way he could describe it was that it was something inherently, naturally, human.
A gentle disturbance of air brought him out of his reverie, his brown hair waving slightly in response, and his mouth and it's bordering goatee curved up into a smile with which to greet the one who'd be his guide around Paragon, initially, and partner in crime-fighting, hopefully on a more permanent basis.
I'm so going to hell...if not for this post, then for that thing with the squirrel and the maraschino cherries.
Ratchet Fizwink
Proud boss of the Paragon Tram Maintenance.
PGTM - Fixing Paragon, one track at a time.