MARVEL RPG SEASON VII Application For New Players
Screen Name: Optikal
Character you would like to play: Apocalypse / En Sabah Nur
Powers:
* Self-manipulation
* Immortality
* Superhuman strength, speed, agility, endurance, reflexes, and durability
* Teleportation
* Flight
* Energy manipulation
* Technopathy
* Healing factor
* Psionic powers
* Genius-level intelligence
* Access to Celestial technology
Three reasons why you have chosen that character:
1. I like Apocalypse
2. I love the X-Men
3. I wanna bring the PAIN!
Write two complete sentences using proper English grammar explaining what you think you can bring to the RPG: In this sentence I will say that I can bring my septic tonsils. Whilst in this one, I can give enthusiasm, respect and a tiny sprinkling of something a bit like writing talent.
How many times do you intend on posting a DAY IN the RPG: 14.7
Please provide a sample post 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):
-Afghanistan. 15 miles southwest of Kabul-
Tariq Al Hassa had always been a simple man. His life devoted to his wife, his young son and his small flock of goats. For weeks he had heard tales of men disappearing into the steppes and not returning. Tales of women and children being abducted by demons from the mountain. Tariq had paid the rumours little attention, certain that such creatures did not exist. Now, as he was led dragged up a narrow trail by a cloaked captor, he knew that his point of view was about to be changed.
Tariq struggled and fought to little avail. Although the man under the cloak was obviously slender, he had a strength and a presence that Tariq knew he could not resist. They came to the mouth of a small cave and his silent captor dragged the shepard to his feet.
As he was pushed forcefully into the small cave he found himself being repulsed by the stench more than anything. The cave oozed the thick, stomach-churning scent of blood and gore and death. Tariq turned and tried to run, panicked and disgusted in equal measure But the cloaked captor hit him with a hard slap across the face. Tariq felt the blow and thought he had been struck with a rock. As soon as the thought popped into his head though, he was hitting the dirt and slipping into unconciousness.
He awoke much later and found himself laid upon a stone floor, completely naked and bound with his hands behind his back. Next to him was a pit, dug into the earth and filled with blood and gore. Across the cave Tariq saw bodies piled high. Men, women, children and livestock. Decomposing and rancid. He cried out and shrank back from the pit, his heart pounding within his chest. He could make out the entrance of the cave and knew that night time had fallen, before noticing a long black cloak hung upon a near wall.
Tariq struggled to his feet and backed away from the pit, he turned and stood in front of him was a tall statue of an arab man. Stunned, Tariq gasped and stepped back. As he did so, the statue moved forward. and gripped Tariq by the shoulder. The opposite hand rose and slammed a long silver bladed dagger into Tariqs lower belly. Tariq screamed out as the dagger drew up his body, slicing clean through his breast bone. His blood and organs fell from him as he collapsed to his knees. Then he fell back, toppling into the pool of gore.
The last thing Tariq saw through the crimson murk was the statue man, looking down at him and smiling.
***
It had been an hour since Ozymandias had sarificed the last man. He had watched with mild interest as the light had faded from his victims eyes. Now though, he was about to initiate the final stage of his plan. From a canvas satchel he pulled forth a small glass vial, half the length of his thumb and filled to the brim with blood. He held it up in the dancing light of the torches on the wall and nodded to himself. Reverentially he moved to the pool and emptied the vial into the pool.
"Tonight, my research will prove successful and with the blood of The First, the Eternal One shall rise", he whispered to no one in particular.
Below him the pool bubbled, the techno-virus embedded within the cells of the vial setting to work. Within a few minutes the bubbling and sloshing ceased and everything went still. Ozymandias held his breath and considered risking a glance into the vat.
Before he could, the gore sloshed and parted as The Eternal One rose. Bathed in the flickering light of the torches and dripping in the blood of the innocent the figure smiled.
Ozymandias swept into a low bow, before the man.
"My Lord, Apocalypse, you are returned to the living".
Apocalypse cast his gaze around his surroundings before resting it upon the stone man.
"Yes my servant, But I sense great unrest. Their is much confusion in the world. The strong and the weak are merging, the future is changing, the horror is unsettling the balance. And know I awake and by my hand, the balance shall be restored".