The Create-A-Hero RPG Season III OOC Thread

[Johnny Drama]

*slap slap*

Hey Susan

 

[NiteMare Shape]

Well slap me around and call me Susan, Drama is back!

*slap slap*

Hey Susan

Glad to have him back....

and 5 points to whoever is able to work that scene from Blankman into one of their posts.....

 

[wiegeabo]

Glad to have him back....

and 5 points to whoever is able to work that scene from Blankman into one of their posts.....

Finally, some motivation to post.

 

[Johnny Drama]

Have some major ideas floating around, I just have alot of catching up to do.

 

[Blacklight]

Attention fellow Create-A-Heroes,


So as very few of you may know, I (somewhat) play this character by the name of Blacklight, who, at this point in time, is currently dead.

D. E. D. Dead.

But anyway, I am currently in the middle of a story arc of which I titled "Rebirth by Prism". This arc was crafted to, quite simply, bring BL back from the dead... In a sense.

Confused? You should be...

Now, when I say "In a sense", I mean that this arc was also my way of retconning BL's current history within this game so I can start over from the beginning. Now here's my dilemma with this.

In two more posts, this history altering event will be occurring, but this will mean any and all characters who have interacted with BL before his sacrifice will have no memories of him whatsoever. Him and all aspects of this universe that his story's introduced will be erased. So here's my question for you all:


You guys all cool with this?

 

[trustyside-kick]

I was aware you would altering his story/intro and making retcons but didn't think that the other heroes would be oblivious to meeting him. Overall it doesn't bug me but it does take away from your death during the invasion.

 

[NiteMare Shape]

I agree with Trusty, it would take away alot from that arc and then the aftermath. Those events have been pretty significant as a game, and it would be a real shame to have to wipe all that from the game

 

[Mr. Majestic]

hey all i no its been 4ever and a day but im goin 2 get a Spartan and Youngster post up 2night

 

[Carnage27]

Yea...personally retconning a death is never a great idea, IMO.

 

[Blacklight]

All valid points, everyone, but in all honesty, I've written a near 60 page origin story that I've been literally DYING to post here, but I honestly can't do that without taking drastic measures. I'm sorry if you guys think it'll be affecting the game's history, but much like OMD did for Spider-Man revealing his secret identity, we can just as easily say that some other superhero sacrificed himself in Blacklight's place and if and when BL 2.0 meets any of the Guardians BL 1.0 fought alongside in the invasion, a 'psychic blindspot' could keep them from remembering what truly happened and who he is. That way, the aftermath can still play a significant role in the other PC heroes' stories, and I can start BL's story over anew.

I'm REALLY sorry if I'm rubbing anyone the wrong way, here. But I really just want to do a true origin story for BL. Again I'm really sorry.

 

[Johnny Drama]

Can't you just use a new character to take on the Blacklight mantle? Like a new hero donning the Blacklight title?

Just change the characters real name and keep the entire origin in tact. Problem solved.

Personally, Blacklights death was one of the most memorable moments of season 2 and I would hate to see you botch that moment over something that may not quite pay-off.

 

[Hound55]

Can't you just use a new character to take on the Blacklight mantle? Like a new hero donning the Blacklight title?

Just change the characters real name and keep the entire origin in tact. Problem solved.

Personally, Blacklights death was one of the most memorable moments of season 2 and I would hate to see you botch that moment over something that may not quite pay-off.

Ultima's damned if he's going down without taking out at least one of us...

 

[Johnny Drama]

lol yeah, well Blacklights death was an angle I had tied to Ultimas return, if he comes back Ultima has nothing to brag about. lol

 

[Excalibur]

[FONT=&quot]Create a Hero RPG SEASON III Application[/FONT]
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[FONT=&quot] Character you have created:[/FONT] John Ford

[FONT=&quot] Alias:[/FONT] Excalibur

[FONT=&quot] Speech Color (Actually say what you're using, don't go "Like this", or what not): [/FONT]Georgia, Dark Red.

[FONT=&quot] Character Alignment: Hero/Villain/Walking the Line[/FONT] Hero

[FONT=&quot] Identity: Secret/Known[/FONT] Secret.

[FONT=&quot] Character Personality (Give information on how your character acts, what he/she believes in, how they handle situations):[/FONT] John Ford is a born soldier from a line of soldiers. He is a man of principles and morals. A good man at heart. Strictly athiest, John doesn't believe in things such as destiny or fate or luck. A mans life is his own to make and a man must bear the consequences of his own decisions. These are the morals which John Ford lives by.

[FONT=&quot]Uniform/costume: Briefly describe or post a picture of what your character's costume looks like[/FONT]. See above, both with and without helm.

[FONT=&quot] Origin Info/Details:[/FONT] Captain John Ford spent his whole life as a member of the Kings Division, a regiment of the British Infantry. With military blood dating back through his ancestry it was a natural step for John to enlist.

After tours in Sierra Leone and Afghanistan, John was assigned to a mission in Helmand Province, Iraq. His team were sent to clear out a nest of insurgents holed up in an abandoned warehouse when John heroically saved a young Private named James Gibson from a hidden IED. However, Captain Ford sustained serious injuries and was removed from active duties, given an honorary dismissal and was sent home to heal.

As the months passed, john slipped into a deep depression. He was drinking heavily and had cut off almost all ties to friends and family. Even his girlfriend, Gwen, who had tried to be patient and understanding had finally given up and walked away from their relationship. Although he could walk, he needed a cane to do so.

Not long after Gwen left, John decided that he couldn't carry on. Full of bitter emotion he took his trusted Desert Eagle from his gun cabinet and drove deep into the nearby forest. It was here, in a moon dappled glen that John Ford, with a gun to his head would finally become the man he was always destined to be.

Meanwhile, hundreds of years before, in that very same glen, a young king without an army, wounded and dying waited in the snow. He waited for the sorceror known as Mordred a man of great evil who desired the crown and the subservience of a nation. Only the young king and his great blade Caliburn were left to try and stop him.


[FONT=&quot] Hero Type (Select one): I'd say Supernatural, though he doesn't really fit into any of these categories properly.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot] Power Level (Select one below):[/FONT] City Level

[FONT=&quot] Powers (Be Specific):[/FONT] Granted with the amulet of Pendragon and the mighty sword, Caliburn comes peak levels of human fitness and physicality. Speed, strength, durability and endurance are all enhanced as well as centuries of ancestral knowledge on a wide variety of weapons.

[FONT=&quot] Attributes (Select one at each category):

Strength Level: 10[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot] Speed/Reaction Timing Level: 20[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot] Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: 3[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot] Agility: 2X[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot] Intelligence: Average[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot] Fighting Skill: Mastered [/FONT]

[FONT=&quot] Resources: Average[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot] Weaknesses : Despite the power granted, Excalibur will be vunerable to magic, phsycic attacks and elemental damage, as well as physical damage in extreme cases.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot] Supporting Characters : Merlyn. Excaliburs tutor, advisor and friend. Gwen. John Fords Girlfriend. [/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]List a few reasons why you've created that character:[/FONT] Because he's cool and I want to bring a bit of mythological spice to this RPG.

[FONT=&quot] What can you bring to the RPG?: Fresh talent and the ability to tell a good story.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot] Do you know how to post pictures on the hype boards?:[/FONT] Yes.

[FONT=&quot]Sample Post:

As the snow blew in from the east the owl, silent and mystical weaved its way through the nighttime forest. Far below him, a man clad in broken armour and dripping blood into the snow stood, panting heavily. With both hands he clutched the hilt of a mighty sword with the blade turned down towards the ground. Though his breath formed icy clouds in front of his face, the mans brilliantly blue eyes remained fixed upon the entrance of the glen where he stood.

The owl glided down and landed upon the ground in front of the warrior. Whisps of white fluttered up and around and the owl began to change. The beak becoming a long hooked nose, the white plume of feathers forming into a long tunic of the same colour. The creature grew, away from a bird andtook the form of a tall, slender bearded man. White whisps fallin from his chin to rest upon his chest.

"Arturus. We must go". The old man whispered to the young warrior.

Blue eyes flicked to meet the icy gray of the newcomer. "I cannot do that Merlyn. It must end tonight".

"Arturus, listen to me. You are wounded and alone and they are many. When they cut you down who will defend the realm? who will be left to stop them? you are the last boy. You must listen to me now and choose to fight another day".

Arturus sighed and let his shoulder sag a little. "Do you not understand Wizard? I cannot run. For if I run, they will continue to hunt me. If I run, they sack everything in their path until they find me. They shall not pass. Not tonight. It must end Merlyn, it must end here and now".

Merlyn sighed and rested a crookede hand upon the warriors shoulder. "Then let me help you, one last time".

Arturus smiled gently at the old man. Despite his weakness, he managed to place a hand upon that of the old wizard. "You have helped me more than you could know. You took a stable-boy and made him a king. Everything I am and everything I have done has been because of you. Now go, old man. Leave these dogs to me and leave me to God".

Merlyn held a moment then backed off. "I can't..."

Arturus eyes hardened as he stared at his friend. "If you will not listen to a friend. Then obey the order of a king".

Merlyn swallowed hard and gave a stiff nod. Whispering a soft melodic chant, thin whisps of smoke emerged from his fingers and drove through the air and into the wounded king. Arturus sighed heavily and sucked in a lung full of air.

"I have given you strength, Arturus. It is a small gift, but all I have left. May the spirits watch over you, young king. Caliburn rests in your hands and she will see you true. Be safe Arturus and remember that I love you".

Arturus nodded and smiled at the old man. "As I love you, old friend. Now GO!"

Merlyns form whispered back from man to owl. As it did so, he spoke again. "They shall come from the North and the East. Two groups of three. And Mordred is with them!"

Arturus nodded and heftad Caliburn into the air. Merlyn took to the air, banking high over the glen. Arturus looked up. A soft whistling erupted from the trees beyond and in the moonlight Arturus watched through horror filled eyes as a black plumed arrow smashed into the neck of the owl.

The creature shook as if hit by thunder and spiralled down, crashing through the treeline beyond.

Arturus screamed out in agony as he felt the old mans life-force withering away.Their connection to each other physically fading from his body, Arturus made to rush for the treeline. It was then that six men burst into the glen. All heavily armoured and ready for war. Arturus stopped and readied himself, blood and sweat smearing with grime and snowdrops upon his face. Beyond the battle-hardened men emerged a tall dark figure in a long fur cloak. His hair hung limpy from his head and a Raven sat upon his shoulders. His green eyes glowed with power as he looked upon the wounded king before him.

"That bird was always an irritation, wouldn't you say?" Mordred sneered.

Arturus gritted his teeth and stared down the men in front of him. "Send your dogs to earn their coin, Sorceror. When I have killed them, I swear by all that is good that I will cut out your heart".

Mordred smiled cruelly and rubbed a thumb and forefinger at his smooth, thin chin. "Oh I very much doubt that boy". He grinned again and crossed his arms across his chest. "Kill him".

The six men silently moved forward as Arturus hefted Caliburn in his final act of defiance.
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[trustyside-kick]

Finally got an Archangel post in. And I wrote Michael back into the mix.

 

[NiteMare Shape]

[FONT=&quot]Create a Hero RPG SEASON III Application[/FONT]​

[FONT=&quot]Character you have created:[/FONT] John Ford

[FONT=&quot]Alias:[/FONT] Excalibur

[FONT=&quot]Speech Color (Actually say what you're using, don't go "Like this", or what not): [/FONT]Georgia, Dark Red.

[FONT=&quot]Character Alignment: Hero/Villain/Walking the Line[/FONT] Hero

[FONT=&quot]Identity: Secret/Known[/FONT] Secret.

[FONT=&quot]Character Personality (Give information on how your character acts, what he/she believes in, how they handle situations):[/FONT] John Ford is a born soldier from a line of soldiers. He is a man of principles and morals. A good man at heart. Strictly athiest, John doesn't believe in things such as destiny or fate or luck. A mans life is his own to make and a man must bear the consequences of his own decisions. These are the morals which John Ford lives by.

[FONT=&quot]Uniform/costume: Briefly describe or post a picture of what your character's costume looks like[/FONT]. See above, both with and without helm.

[FONT=&quot]Origin Info/Details:[/FONT] Captain John Ford spent his whole life as a member of the Kings Division, a regiment of the British Infantry. With military blood dating back through his ancestry it was a natural step for John to enlist.

After tours in Sierra Leone and Afghanistan, John was assigned to a mission in Helmand Province, Iraq. His team were sent to clear out a nest of insurgents holed up in an abandoned warehouse when John heroically saved a young Private named James Gibson from a hidden IED. However, Captain Ford sustained serious injuries and was removed from active duties, given an honorary dismissal and was sent home to heal.

As the months passed, john slipped into a deep depression. He was drinking heavily and had cut off almost all ties to friends and family. Even his girlfriend, Gwen, who had tried to be patient and understanding had finally given up and walked away from their relationship. Although he could walk, he needed a cane to do so.

Not long after Gwen left, John decided that he couldn't carry on. Full of bitter emotion he took his trusted Desert Eagle from his gun cabinet and drove deep into the nearby forest. It was here, in a moon dappled glen that John Ford, with a gun to his head would finally become the man he was always destined to be.

Meanwhile, hundreds of years before, in that very same glen, a young king without an army, wounded and dying waited in the snow. He waited for the sorceror known as Mordred a man of great evil who desired the crown and the subservience of a nation. Only the young king and his great blade Caliburn were left to try and stop him.


[FONT=&quot]Hero Type (Select one): I'd say Supernatural, though he doesn't really fit into any of these categories properly.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]Power Level (Select one below):[/FONT] City Level

[FONT=&quot]Powers (Be Specific):[/FONT] Granted with the amulet of Pendragon and the mighty sword, Caliburn comes peak levels of human fitness and physicality. Speed, strength, durability and endurance are all enhanced as well as centuries of ancestral knowledge on a wide variety of weapons.

[FONT=&quot]Attributes (Select one at each category):

Strength Level: 10[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]Speed/Reaction Timing Level: 20[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: 3[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]Agility: 2X[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]Intelligence: Average[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]Fighting Skill: Mastered [/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]Resources: Average[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]Weaknesses : Despite the power granted, Excalibur will be vunerable to magic, phsycic attacks and elemental damage, as well as physical damage in extreme cases.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]Supporting Characters : Merlyn. Excaliburs tutor, advisor and friend. Gwen. John Fords Girlfriend. [/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]List a few reasons why you've created that character:[/FONT] Because he's cool and I want to bring a bit of mythological spice to this RPG.

[FONT=&quot]What can you bring to the RPG?: Fresh talent and the ability to tell a good story.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]Do you know how to post pictures on the hype boards?:[/FONT] Yes.

[FONT=&quot]Sample Post:[/FONT]​

[FONT=&quot]

As the snow blew in from the east the owl, silent and mystical weaved its way through the nighttime forest. Far below him, a man clad in broken armour and dripping blood into the snow stood, panting heavily. With both hands he clutched the hilt of a mighty sword with the blade turned down towards the ground. Though his breath formed icy clouds in front of his face, the mans brilliantly blue eyes remained fixed upon the entrance of the glen where he stood.​

The owl glided down and landed upon the ground in front of the warrior. Whisps of white fluttered up and around and the owl began to change. The beak becoming a long hooked nose, the white plume of feathers forming into a long tunic of the same colour. The creature grew, away from a bird andtook the form of a tall, slender bearded man. White whisps fallin from his chin to rest upon his chest.​

"Arturus. We must go". The old man whispered to the young warrior.​

Blue eyes flicked to meet the icy gray of the newcomer. "I cannot do that Merlyn. It must end tonight".​

"Arturus, listen to me. You are wounded and alone and they are many. When they cut you down who will defend the realm? who will be left to stop them? you are the last boy. You must listen to me now and choose to fight another day".​

Arturus sighed and let his shoulder sag a little. "Do you not understand Wizard? I cannot run. For if I run, they will continue to hunt me. If I run, they sack everything in their path until they find me. They shall not pass. Not tonight. It must end Merlyn, it must end here and now".​

Merlyn sighed and rested a crookede hand upon the warriors shoulder. "Then let me help you, one last time".​

Arturus smiled gently at the old man. Despite his weakness, he managed to place a hand upon that of the old wizard. "You have helped me more than you could know. You took a stable-boy and made him a king. Everything I am and everything I have done has been because of you. Now go, old man. Leave these dogs to me and leave me to God".​

Merlyn held a moment then backed off. "I can't..."​

Arturus eyes hardened as he stared at his friend. "If you will not listen to a friend. Then obey the order of a king".​

Merlyn swallowed hard and gave a stiff nod. Whispering a soft melodic chant, thin whisps of smoke emerged from his fingers and drove through the air and into the wounded king. Arturus sighed heavily and sucked in a lung full of air.​

"I have given you strength, Arturus. It is a small gift, but all I have left. May the spirits watch over you, young king. Caliburn rests in your hands and she will see you true. Be safe Arturus and remember that I love you".​

Arturus nodded and smiled at the old man. "As I love you, old friend. Now GO!"​

Merlyns form whispered back from man to owl. As it did so, he spoke again. "They shall come from the North and the East. Two groups of three. And Mordred is with them!"​

Arturus nodded and heftad Caliburn into the air. Merlyn took to the air, banking high over the glen. Arturus looked up. A soft whistling erupted from the trees beyond and in the moonlight Arturus watched through horror filled eyes as a black plumed arrow smashed into the neck of the owl.​

The creature shook as if hit by thunder and spiralled down, crashing through the treeline beyond.​

Arturus screamed out in agony as he felt the old mans life-force withering away.Their connection to each other physically fading from his body, Arturus made to rush for the treeline. It was then that six men burst into the glen. All heavily armoured and ready for war. Arturus stopped and readied himself, blood and sweat smearing with grime and snowdrops upon his face. Beyond the battle-hardened men emerged a tall dark figure in a long fur cloak. His hair hung limpy from his head and a Raven sat upon his shoulders. His green eyes glowed with power as he looked upon the wounded king before him.​

"That bird was always an irritation, wouldn't you say?" Mordred sneered.​

Arturus gritted his teeth and stared down the men in front of him. "Send your dogs to earn their coin, Sorceror. When I have killed them, I swear by all that is good that I will cut out your heart".​

Mordred smiled cruelly and rubbed a thumb and forefinger at his smooth, thin chin. "Oh I very much doubt that boy". He grinned again and crossed his arms across his chest. "Kill him".​

The six men silently moved forward as Arturus hefted Caliburn in his final act of defiance.​

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Approved

 

[Excalibur]

Thank you

 

[NiteMare Shape]

Thank you

You're very welcome, glad to have you aboard.

 

[Eddie Brock]

Wow. I orphaned quite a few characters here, huh?

 

[trustyside-kick]

And those villains I made micros of for you.

 

[Eddie Brock]

And those villains I made micros of for you.

Indeed. I'm still impressed by The Aryan, by the way.

 

[Excalibur]

I'll do my first IC post tomorrow as it's now like 1.30am here in the UK

 

[trustyside-kick]

Indeed. I'm still impressed by The Aryan, by the way.

Oh, yea, dude that was the hardest for me too. Surprised it turned out as great as it did. I was thinking too much with trying to make him. When I was done I was RELIEVED lol.

 

[Eddie Brock]

See, I almost want to pick up The Citizen so those villains can get their due. But I also want to pick up Mantis because, well, he's my guy. And I feel bad that such concepts as Phantom, Flux, and Amazing Man are floating around without a place to call home.

 

[trustyside-kick]

Speaking of the micros I made for Citizen villains I think I'm gonna edit Discharge a bit. The chest bugs me because I realized I laid the symbol flat instead of considering the muscles.