Hey! I'm new to RPing on the city of heroes boards, but here's how it usually goes down in my experience.
I'll post the storyline (Basicly, starting everyone off.), and a character sheet for you guys to fill out with things such as names, personalities, history, ect. Once a number of people have signed up, we'll start - not to say that others can't sign up later, of course.
Let the RP begin!
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A dark, grey sky stretches vastly overhead. A city can be seen, once a shining beacon of light - now in ruins. Thunder cracks in the distance as the sounds of war can be seen, bullets sounding off, explosions... Death...
A small blip - A radio wave, passes. Scattered through the air, anyone who picked it up will hear a world-weary voice of a young man. Sounding in his twenties.
"This is Issac Cel, i've been survivin' in this sh*thole for more than I can remember... I can still hear the screams in the distance. Only being able to watch... One of those alien bastards broke my claws, I need to find another weapon, the same thing - if nessacary. I'm... I'm running out of food, due to my regeneration I can live without it for longer but... I don't know if that'll be enough. I'm inside Atlas park, currently holding out in one of the abandoned warehouses to the west... And i'm running the risk of those... "Beliver" Aliens picking the signal up, but... I don't care anymore. If there are any survivin' heroes, any.... Listen to this, come and find me. I know how to take these people down. For historic purpouses, anyone wantin' to hear this after this mess clears up... Paragon is in ruins, and I dread to think what's happened to less... Gifted parts of th' world, these... Belivers, they're so much worse than the rikti, we bareley lasted a week before they destroyed us... They're... Zealous, at their best. Belivin' that, due to the fact we are not... 'Enlightened' as they call it, that we don't deserve to live...
Well.
I'm certainly not giving up." The radio broadcasts fades, as the young - currently roughed up man returns, moving to his food supply and grabbing a bag of old potato chips. The snap of him biting into one resounding throughout the empty warehouse.
He sat down, Glaring blankly outside the window and into that gray, stormy sky. Hoping, and praying that there were still survivors left.
Name:
Age:
Origin(Mutant, Magic, Science, ect - basicly, how did you get your powers?):
Powers(Be Creative! They don't have to stick by the in-game sets.):
History:
Personality:
Physical Description:
Gender:
Anything else you'd like to add:
Powers: He has advanced regeneration, able to heal wounds nearly instantly. In addition, he is skilled using any claw-like weapons, after training with them for years. Due to this, he is allso skilled in unarmed combat aswell. Allso, he has limited control over energy similar to that of a Khelidan, allthough not being one himself - his father was touched by a peacebringer. Therefor, Issac Inhereted some of his powers.
History: After growing up in the murky streets of London with his father (His mother had passed away in childbirth), who was a "Street Legend" of such - a renown, but unlisenced hero - His father and him moved to paragon. After a few years, just as Issac was leaving for collage - Arachnos raided there home, having sneaked into paragon to exact revenge on the retired hero. After they shot him down, Issac managed to escape and notify the authorities. Forced to live on his own after his brother dissapeared a few years ago, he made his name as a Hero quickly - adopting the fighting style of his father, his claws. Or, so he thought. A few years passed, when he descovered his families past - and found that his father was, in fact, a peacebringer. Over time, he learned to harness the rogue energy that had resulted because of this - causing him immense pain from time to time before he got control of these abilities. One of the few survivors of the "Beliver's Purge", he now lives to bring them down after tearing all he knew asunder.
Personality: At the best of times, he's a cocky - sometimes ego-feuled man who likes beer and women, with a slight artistic side to him. However, these are not the best of times. His personality is world-weary at the moment, as if he doesn't want to survive in the first place.
Physical Description: He is tall, muscular but rather skinny due to his regeneration having an affect on his metabolisim. He has pitch-black, unkempt (Since the invasion, anyway) hair and his beard is wild and ungrown. He tends to wear a grey, short-sleeved shirt and baggy, black pants. Around his belt are neumerous trinkets such as smoke bombs, tear gas, ect.
Hey! I'm new to RPing on the city of heroes boards, but here's how it usually goes down in my experience.
I'll post the storyline (Basicly, starting everyone off.), and a character sheet for you guys to fill out with things such as names, personalities, history, ect. Once a number of people have signed up, we'll start - not to say that others can't sign up later, of course.
Let the RP begin!
__________________________________________________ ____________
A dark, grey sky stretches vastly overhead. A city can be seen, once a shining beacon of light - now in ruins. Thunder cracks in the distance as the sounds of war can be seen, bullets sounding off, explosions... Death...
A small blip - A radio wave, passes. Scattered through the air, anyone who picked it up will hear a world-weary voice of a young man. Sounding in his twenties.
"This is Issac Cel, i've been survivin' in this sh*thole for more than I can remember... I can still hear the screams in the distance. Only being able to watch... One of those alien bastards broke my claws, I need to find another weapon, the same thing - if nessacary. I'm... I'm running out of food, due to my regeneration I can live without it for longer but... I don't know if that'll be enough. I'm inside Atlas park, currently holding out in one of the abandoned warehouses to the west... And i'm running the risk of those... "Beliver" Aliens picking the signal up, but... I don't care anymore. If there are any survivin' heroes, any.... Listen to this, come and find me. I know how to take these people down. For historic purpouses, anyone wantin' to hear this after this mess clears up... Paragon is in ruins, and I dread to think what's happened to less... Gifted parts of th' world, these... Belivers, they're so much worse than the rikti, we bareley lasted a week before they destroyed us... They're... Zealous, at their best. Belivin' that, due to the fact we are not... 'Enlightened' as they call it, that we don't deserve to live...
Well.
I'm certainly not giving up." The radio broadcasts fades, as the young - currently roughed up man returns, moving to his food supply and grabbing a bag of old potato chips. The snap of him biting into one resounding throughout the empty warehouse.
He sat down, Glaring blankly outside the window and into that gray, stormy sky. Hoping, and praying that there were still survivors left.
__________________________________________________ __________________
Name:
Age:
Origin(Mutant, Magic, Science, ect - basicly, how did you get your powers?):
Powers(Be Creative! They don't have to stick by the in-game sets.):
History:
Personality:
Physical Description:
Gender:
Anything else you'd like to add:
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My profile:
Name:Issac Cel.
Age: 23.
Origin: Mutant.
Powers: He has advanced regeneration, able to heal wounds nearly instantly. In addition, he is skilled using any claw-like weapons, after training with them for years. Due to this, he is allso skilled in unarmed combat aswell. Allso, he has limited control over energy similar to that of a Khelidan, allthough not being one himself - his father was touched by a peacebringer. Therefor, Issac Inhereted some of his powers.
History: After growing up in the murky streets of London with his father (His mother had passed away in childbirth), who was a "Street Legend" of such - a renown, but unlisenced hero - His father and him moved to paragon. After a few years, just as Issac was leaving for collage - Arachnos raided there home, having sneaked into paragon to exact revenge on the retired hero. After they shot him down, Issac managed to escape and notify the authorities. Forced to live on his own after his brother dissapeared a few years ago, he made his name as a Hero quickly - adopting the fighting style of his father, his claws. Or, so he thought. A few years passed, when he descovered his families past - and found that his father was, in fact, a peacebringer. Over time, he learned to harness the rogue energy that had resulted because of this - causing him immense pain from time to time before he got control of these abilities. One of the few survivors of the "Beliver's Purge", he now lives to bring them down after tearing all he knew asunder.
Personality: At the best of times, he's a cocky - sometimes ego-feuled man who likes beer and women, with a slight artistic side to him. However, these are not the best of times. His personality is world-weary at the moment, as if he doesn't want to survive in the first place.
Physical Description: He is tall, muscular but rather skinny due to his regeneration having an affect on his metabolisim. He has pitch-black, unkempt (Since the invasion, anyway) hair and his beard is wild and ungrown. He tends to wear a grey, short-sleeved shirt and baggy, black pants. Around his belt are neumerous trinkets such as smoke bombs, tear gas, ect.
Gender: Male.