Optikal
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"One Universe" RPG SEASON III SIGN-UP FORM
Screen Name: Optikal
Character you would like to play: Remy Lebeau/Gambit
Powers: The ability to use kinetic energy to 'charge' and object, causing it to explode. A skilled thief and formidable opponent with a Bo Staff.
Brief biography of the character's history: Little is known about Remy Lebeau, other than that he was born in the French quarter of New Orleans. He has had allegiances to both mutant geneticist Mr Sinister and the X-Men.
List a few reasons why you have chosen that character: My favourite comic book character of all time. Hands down, you can have your Spidey and your Batman, I'll take the Ragin' Cajun thanks.
What can you bring to this game?: One more poster and a Cajun accent.
Color and font you plan on using for your character's speech: Georgia. Purple
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): "Did it hurt?"
"Excuse me?"
"I was jus' wonderin' if it hurt... ...when you fell from heav'n?"
"I'm not following..."
"Well, I'm assuming you mus'sa fallen from heaven cherie, 'cuz I know I'm staring at an angel!"
"That. Was lame."
Remy smiled sheepishly as the girl laughed.
"Tell ya what though hotshot, buy me a drink and we'll forget what you just said, kay?".
"Works for me!" Remy grinned, and turned on his heel and marched to the bar.
Squeezing into a spot near the end of the bar Remy leaned his back against it. The music was terrible, some sort of Euro-Techno stuff that hurt his head. But the women and the beer were worth it... and it was one of the few places where his fake ID worked and where he hadn't already picked a fight. Remy ordered his drinks and watched the swaying hips of the waitress as she sauntered away. Glancing in the chrome edging on the bar, he saw two men pushing their way through the crowd towards him. He spun around quick enough to sway and avoid a punch launched at his head.
"Yeah that's him man! that's the guy who was chattin' to her!"
"You think you can make a play for my girl ya little runt?" snarled a thick set man, with his fists clenched.
Remy backed off, throwing his hands up in defence "Easy there now fella's! Mebbe we can all work dis little problem out non?"
The second man lurched forward to grab the Cajun, before reeling back in shock. "Hey! Look at his eyes! He's one o' those muties!" Without warning, the man surged forward again ,only to be met with Remys palm smashing into the bridge of his nose. The man sagged back into his friend, spilling beer everywhere.
"Hey mutie... You hit on my girl, you bust up my brother, an' now you just spilled my beer! Don't no-one disrespect me and get away with it! especially one o' you freaks..."
The man lurched forward, throwing a huge hay maker towards Julians head. His hands came up quickly and the blow crashed into the wall where Remys head had been. The Cajun ducked and slammed a stiff uppercut right under the guys chin, sending him reeling, before a jumping kick to the jaw sent him to the floor. With a half smile, the young mutant landed and spun on his heel, looking for the nearest exit.
The two men surged back to their feet, but kept their distance. "We'll get you ya freak...and all your weirdo friends too! your days are numbered!"
Remy smiled and withdrew a group of cards, The hand glowed bright pink in his grip.
"Oh, You think so?" he whispered, his expression turning icy.
He dropped a single card in front of the pair and watched their terror as it exploded in a small ball of fire at their feet. As he made his way to the exit , he noticed the girl he'd just tried his luck with. Flashing her his best grin, he blew her a quick kiss. "I not forget you, Angel! I'll nevah forget you!" he said with a wink, before disappearing from the club and out into the night.
Do you know how to post pictures on the hype boards?: uhhh....
Screen Name: Optikal
Character you would like to play: Remy Lebeau/Gambit
Powers: The ability to use kinetic energy to 'charge' and object, causing it to explode. A skilled thief and formidable opponent with a Bo Staff.
Brief biography of the character's history: Little is known about Remy Lebeau, other than that he was born in the French quarter of New Orleans. He has had allegiances to both mutant geneticist Mr Sinister and the X-Men.
List a few reasons why you have chosen that character: My favourite comic book character of all time. Hands down, you can have your Spidey and your Batman, I'll take the Ragin' Cajun thanks.
What can you bring to this game?: One more poster and a Cajun accent.
Color and font you plan on using for your character's speech: Georgia. Purple
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): "Did it hurt?"
"Excuse me?"
"I was jus' wonderin' if it hurt... ...when you fell from heav'n?"
"I'm not following..."
"Well, I'm assuming you mus'sa fallen from heaven cherie, 'cuz I know I'm staring at an angel!"
"That. Was lame."
Remy smiled sheepishly as the girl laughed.
"Tell ya what though hotshot, buy me a drink and we'll forget what you just said, kay?".
"Works for me!" Remy grinned, and turned on his heel and marched to the bar.
Squeezing into a spot near the end of the bar Remy leaned his back against it. The music was terrible, some sort of Euro-Techno stuff that hurt his head. But the women and the beer were worth it... and it was one of the few places where his fake ID worked and where he hadn't already picked a fight. Remy ordered his drinks and watched the swaying hips of the waitress as she sauntered away. Glancing in the chrome edging on the bar, he saw two men pushing their way through the crowd towards him. He spun around quick enough to sway and avoid a punch launched at his head.
"Yeah that's him man! that's the guy who was chattin' to her!"
"You think you can make a play for my girl ya little runt?" snarled a thick set man, with his fists clenched.
Remy backed off, throwing his hands up in defence "Easy there now fella's! Mebbe we can all work dis little problem out non?"
The second man lurched forward to grab the Cajun, before reeling back in shock. "Hey! Look at his eyes! He's one o' those muties!" Without warning, the man surged forward again ,only to be met with Remys palm smashing into the bridge of his nose. The man sagged back into his friend, spilling beer everywhere.
"Hey mutie... You hit on my girl, you bust up my brother, an' now you just spilled my beer! Don't no-one disrespect me and get away with it! especially one o' you freaks..."
The man lurched forward, throwing a huge hay maker towards Julians head. His hands came up quickly and the blow crashed into the wall where Remys head had been. The Cajun ducked and slammed a stiff uppercut right under the guys chin, sending him reeling, before a jumping kick to the jaw sent him to the floor. With a half smile, the young mutant landed and spun on his heel, looking for the nearest exit.
The two men surged back to their feet, but kept their distance. "We'll get you ya freak...and all your weirdo friends too! your days are numbered!"
Remy smiled and withdrew a group of cards, The hand glowed bright pink in his grip.
"Oh, You think so?" he whispered, his expression turning icy.
He dropped a single card in front of the pair and watched their terror as it exploded in a small ball of fire at their feet. As he made his way to the exit , he noticed the girl he'd just tried his luck with. Flashing her his best grin, he blew her a quick kiss. "I not forget you, Angel! I'll nevah forget you!" he said with a wink, before disappearing from the club and out into the night.
Do you know how to post pictures on the hype boards?: uhhh....
