One Universe RPG: Season III OOC Thread

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I'll just keep blurting out TDK things to spite him. There's no way to keep peace when I'm alive. :o
One problem: you actually avoid TDK spoilers - for the most part. So there's no way you'd know about Rachel secretly becoming Robin.
 
It doesn't matter, though. To steal the Joker from Keyser would be to deprive the RPG and all of its subordinates. He won best villain for a reason. :joker:
 
Damn...*slinks back to cage* There has to be something wrong with this...
 
"One Universe" RPG SEASON III SIGN-UP FORM

Screen Name: Shannow

Character you would like to play: Typhoid Mary

Powers: Pyrokinesis, Telekinesis, Psionic Hypnosis


Brief biography of the character's history:

Suffering from dissociative identity disorder, Mary Walker has 3 other abnormal personalities in addition to her seemingly healthy one. Her "Mary" personality is a timid, quiet, pacifist; her "Typhoid" personality is adventurous, lustful, and violent; and her "Bloody Mary" persona is brutal, sadistic, and hates all men. Aside from highly developed martial arts skills, Walker also possesses telekinetic powers and, more dangerously, pyrokinesis, the ability to set people or objects in her immediate vicinity aflame.

List a few reasons why you have chosen that character:

She is a scary b*tch!

Interesting character that will stir creativity.

Umm.... I like girls!

What can you bring to this game?: Enthusiasm and good writing (i hope)
Color and font you plan on using for your character's speech: Black, Times New Roman, Italic, 3.

How many times do you intend on posting a DAY IN the RPG: As many as needed.

Please provide a small sample post with original content in the style that you plan to write your character in (must be at least 3 paragraphs long and contain at least 1 line of dialogue):

His breathing intensified as he tasted the sweetness of her full lips. His hands slid down her body and onto her slender hips, searching and eager. Without missing a beat she brushed his hands away and pushed him back against an old pool table. The bar was heaving with people, bikers mostly, all drinking and partying like there was no tommorrow.

With a cold grin he hoisted himself onto the pool table and leaned back, allowing her to undo the button on his faded denims. Smoothly she rose in front of him and straddled him on the pool table. Her red hair fell down both sides of her face as she leaned forward and grabbed a handful of his greying hair. Yanking his head back she licked his neck, tasting the musty scent of sweat, cigar smoke and engine oil.

"What do you want from me baby?"
she purred as she nibbled on his earlobe.

"What're you going to give me?" he countered with a gruff chuckle.

As she raised up slightly her free hand disappeared between her legs and into his pants. He shuddered and grinned at her, showing his yellowing, crooked teeth. Before his eyes widened in horror as he felt her grasp close around his scrotum.

"I'm gonna give you everything you deserve. Ain't that what you said before you raped her?"


He man tried to scream out but a swift headbutt to the bridge of his nose stifled it. The hand in his pants tightened and twisted violently and she felt the pop, the squelch and the rush of warm, thick and sticky blood spew over her hands. This time the man screamed out, but the hand that had held his hair appeared at his throat, a small gleaming knife in the palm.

It was the last thing he saw before she drove it through his right eye and into the brain beyond. She stayed where she was straddled atop him and watched the light fade from his left eye as he died. Before standing up and heading for the exit.

Outside the bar she eyed the bikes lined up in front of the building and thought about taking one. Instead, she walked around the side of the building and climbed into the old Chevy Impala parked there. As she fired the engine her gaze cast upon a cluster of gas canisters lined up next to the building...

...She smiled to herself as the explosion rocked the car, despite her having pulled away a few seconds before. The bright light of the inferno cast over the car, highlighting the coldness of her smile as she headed into the desert night.

Do you know how to post pictures on the hype boards?:
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"One Universe" RPG SEASON III SIGN-UP FORM

Screen Name: Shannow

Character you would like to play: Rictor

Powers:
Capable of releasing seismic energy through his fingertips, using it to create earthquakes, shockwaves or otherwise transport earth matter.

Brief biography of the character's history:
As a child, young Julio Esteban Richter was forced to watch his father, an arms merchant, being killed by the time-tossed villain known as Stryfe. Later, Rictor was captured by the anti-mutant organization called the Right, who connected him to a machine that amplified his already uncontrollable power of earthquake generation to wreak havoc. Rictor was freed by the original X-Factor team and was accepted by them as a trainee member.

Soon after, Rictor and most of the other charges of X-Factor joined the New Mutants for a while. Today, he is alone, with no allegiance and facing the world anew.

List a few reasons why you have chosen that character:

Lesser character allowing a bit more creative freedom.

Very broody and cool.

Awesome powers.

What can you bring to this game?: Same as above.

Color and font you plan on using for your character's speech: Verdana, dark red, bold.

How many times do you intend on posting a DAY IN the RPG: As many as needed.

Please provide a small sample post with original content in the style that you plan to write your character in (must be at least 3 paragraphs long and contain at least 1 line of dialogue):

Shadows crossed his face as he stood under the gentle glow of the street lamp. The air was cold, a hard breeze blowing through the night like the breath of an onimous unseen prescence. He pulled the zip of his woolen pullover closer to his throat and shrugged the cold away. Across the street a ball of litter tumbled its way clumsily down the street.

Mutant Town.
"Where are you Rahne?"

It had been a while since he was last here and the sooner he could leave again, the better. But first, he had business to take care of. An aquaintance to see. A past to resolve.

Green eyes narrowed as his breath misted on the breeze in front of his face. He shifted on his feet before moving off towards the club opposite.
Do you know how to post pictures on the hype boards?:

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Awesome applications, and very interesting character choices, Shannow. Here's hoping I get to RP with you in the future!
 
I'd suggest starting off with one character for a bit just until you get a feel for the RPGs.

Also, Rictor has never been introduced, so his MU history is non-existant here.

Either way, your apps are good so you're approved as both.
 
Which one was that?

This one here:

THE NEXT MORNING

Boss Maroni sat in the darkened room, raising a shaking hand to his mouth to light the cigarette that dangled limply from his lips.

"I know all about Falcone. Who works for him, what little projects he's investin' his money into, the people he's had killed. I know all of that. Guy thinks he keeps himself seperate from all that, keeps himself nice and clean. But he ain't that clean."

Finally succeeding in lighting his cigarette, he took an anxious puff, eyes flitting around the claustrophobic room.

"And right now he's more vulnerable than he's been since my Dad had him in hiding. Back when my family ran things in this town. Those were the days, huh? Oh, you wouldn't know, would you? But yeah, Falcone's weak. He's lost two of his powerful friends, in the Mayor's office and in the GCPD. That Joker freak killed 'em both! If there was ever a time to bring him down, it'd be now."

Maroni shifted in his chair uncomfortably. He didn't want to be here, in this room, with this person. But those two masked freaks had made themselves quite clear, when they'd told him to go to the press and and confess everything, or else. He really didn't have any choice in the matter.

"And that's what these two masked freaks want. To bring Falcone down. And they want to use me to do it. They're the ones who told me to... to go to the press today, tell them everything I know, then to turn myself in."

Maroni smiled faintly.

"Of course, I didn't do that. I arranged this meeting with you instead."

Deathstroke leaned back in his chair, folding his arms in front of his chest.

"Mr. Maroni, it seems to me like you need some professional help..."
 
Thanks for the props Sensei, hopefully I can produce work even half as good as some of the things I've read here.

Also, I have some RPG experience here and there, JB. I'm glad you approved both, but if I find that I can't sustain them, then I'll drop one. I think I'll be alright though. :up:
 
I think you'll do all right. Just keep in mind what I said about Rictor also applies for Mary. Both have no history in the game at all, so you've got a fresh start to work with.
 
Awesome, that's what I was hoping for. There are so many big characters with history in these RPGs already that it was hard to find interesting ones with an open canvas :D

I'll get onto sticking up some initial RP's tommorrow after work.

Does anyone want to fill me in on the season story so far?
 
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