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The Help Den / ok, i need some help with this...

« : May 14, 2013, 07:51:43 PM »

so, recently, i've been trying to get back into roleplaying with a buddy that i haven't roleplayed with for a few months, because she's been super busy with school and whatnot. but every time i try to go onto one of her threads, a screen pops up that says that the "thread appears to be missing".

i really have no idea why this is happening, can anyone please help? any and all help is appreciated.

thanks so much for looking! c:

Other Roleplaying - Advanced / my heart may shine bright, but it isn't real. [p - iron man]

« : May 02, 2013, 05:22:28 PM »

Tony Stark stared up at the ceiling of his bedroom, going through the events of the previous day through his mind. He had fought with the Avengers -- not against Loki, thank god -- almost killing himself in the process. And yet, they still allowed him to go back to his house in Malibu, even in the state that he had gotten himself into. Well, it wasn't like it surprised him. He had asked to go back home, and really, he wouldn't take no for an answer. So it had probably just been easier for them to let him go back. You know, allow him to have time to himself.

He looked down at his chest, his gaze locking onto the thing that kept him alive for all these years. The one device that had allowed him to continue to create things, to fight evil, and especially to finally meet someone who was as smart as him. And yet... He wondered what life would be like without it, whether he would still keep it if he had the choice. If he were able to decide that he wanted his old life back.

He tapped the device in a kind of boredom, checking to see that it was actually there. His brows furrowed for a moment, a kind of exhausted confusion appearing there before he brushed it off. Of course he would keep it; it was what allowed him to become more famous than he already had been. And, he had been able to change the path that his life had been on before it was too late.

When he finally decided that he was ready to sit up -- mainly because he was starting to get bored, he needed something to get his mind off of it -- he was almost immediately met by a new bout of pain, all throughout his body; his arms, his legs, his back, everything felt like it was on fire. But once he was actually up and walking, it was quite easy to ignore; he had to prepare for a meeting later that day, anyway, and he might as well get some work in before he had to leave.

As he headed down to the lab, he began conversing with JARVIS, the only thing close to a human that he had in his house at that moment. "JARVIS, what time is it?" he asked, yawning as he stretched, covering his mouth with his rough hand. "It's almost eight a.m., sir. Shall I make you your morning coffee?" "No, I'll find my own in the lab. Just remember to tell me when it's ten o'clock. I have an interview that I have to go to; oh, speaking of the interview, expect someone to come home with me tonight. I'll tell you if that changes -- but I don't plan on it."

Whistling a slow, repetitive work tune, Tony Stark entered his lab, filled with machines, computers, buttons, and tons of other toys he had the pleasure of enjoying. And his suits -- his life -- they hung on the wall behind him as he speculated just how he might be able to upgrade them. And then, he dove into his work, a thing which he would not be distracted from; a thing which distracted him from all of the horrors that he had witnessed with his own two eyes.

-------

JARVIS's voice rang in his ears just two short hours later, pulling him from the kind of daze that he was met with whenever he began to work. He sighed, stretching a bit as he stood up. "Sir, you told me to inform you when the time became ten a.m. Sir, it is now ten a.m. I would begin to get ready for your interview, if I may advise."

Tony rolled his eyes, walking back to the door that allowed him to enter his lab. "Yeah, yeah. I got it, JARVIS. I'll be ready in just a few."

And within just a few minutes, Tony had gotten into one of his better suits, a dark grey one which he accented with a bright red shirt. Once he was done with that, he gelled his hair, making sure it was spiked in just the way he liked it. He gave himself a large grin in the mirror, adjusted his jacket, and finally found himself presentable. Well, not just presentable. Hot.

He walked over to the door of his house, opening it before he called to JARVIS. "Lock it up, will you? And don't open back up until you see my DNA at the door." And with that, he closed the door, a satisfying click being heard behind him.

-----

Tony tapped his foot on the ground as he waited to be called into the interview, a partially annoyed look on his face. What exactly did it take to get service around here? He was a billionaire, for crying out loud; where was the quick pace that always accompanied him?

He waited until his voice would be called out by the interviewer, annoyance clear on his face.

Other Roleplaying - Advanced / these injustices will be avenged! [private for those who signed up]

« : April 27, 2013, 09:34:13 PM »

sign-up here!

plot so far
The children of the Justice league are all coming together to meet, an event which Joshua Wayne has orchestrated. They are all to meet at Wayne Manor.

check back to this post if you were flooded! i will try my best to renew it every once in a while. if i forget to, just remind me! c:

rebellion
Jacob Matthew Kent - played by smartipants
Serena Andromeda Kent - played by variety
Joshua Bruce Wayne - played by .:∂яeαм:.
Natalie Brooke Wayne - played by dirty paws
Jerome Nicholas Allen - played by logical nonsense
Jason Oliver Queen - played by soulful
Kai Adair Curry - played by zaynie

anti-rebellion
Jasper Brandon Smith - played by zaynie
Rebecca Alice Smith - played by smartipants
Hayden Quin Grayson - played by soulful
Maverick Caden Kyle - played by dirty paws
Marceline Kathryn Kyle - played by logical nonsense
Cameron Nicholas Jordan - played by variety
Toni Halley Jordan - played by .:∂яeαм:.

Other Roleplaying - Advanced / these i n j u s t i c e s we must endure... [open][limited spots!]

« : April 09, 2013, 06:01:01 PM »

Roleplay thread here!

When the Joker attacks, no one can escape his violence. No one can escape the pure feeling of terror as they see his face. No one can escape the moment before they die by his hands.

This is especially true since the day of the attack. Since the day that the Joker decided to blow up an entire city. Since the day Gotham was destroyed.

Once this occurred, society went to shambles. Police took larger securities, liberties of the people were lost. People were put under a harsher control by the government. And not just the regular people. The superheroes - the ones who used to protect society - now they are the ones who are the most targeted.

They keep us from fighting crime. They keep us from helping others. They won't let us even leave our own cities. Too afraid that we'll cause another terrorist attack. And yet, they still occur, even more frequently now that we can't leave. Now that they won't let us destroy this terror.

The heroes began to split apart. They began to choose sides, fight against one another as their worlds crumbled. My father - Bruce Wayne, you may know him as Batman - sided with the rebels, the ones who were fighting for freedom from this oppression. His best friends, the ones that he always thought that he could count on - Superman, Wonder Woman - they all turned to the side of authority, simply letting them take these security measures. And that was when they began to fight.

They destroyed buildings. Venues. Streets. People. Sometimes cities. The fighting continued on and on, and it looked like it would never cease. And then, the impossible happened - the heroes disappeared. They were never heard from again.

I was just a baby then. My mother was devastated. And yet, she still raised me to who I am today.

I am Joshua Wayne. I am the son of Batman.

And I will bring order back to this forsaken world.

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Alright, so, if this was somewhat confusing to you, the basic plot is this: the Joker destroyed Gotham, which made the government go on red alert and pretty much take away a bunch of the liberties that Americans had, so that they could prevent the Joker from ever pulling something again. However, they also prevented superheroes from helping with other crimes, or even helping with stopping huge terrorist attacks like this. And the superheroes began to choose sides as to what they believed was right.

People like Superman and Wonder Woman chose the side of the law, while Batman and Green Arrow were completely and utterly rebellious against it. And that's why they began to fight.

However, I will not tell you why they disappeared!

And for those of you who might be wondering - yes, this is based off of the new game Injustice: Gods Among Us. It looks like an amazing game, and I love superhero RPs.

Other Roleplaying - Advanced / things have just been so w i b b l y w o b b l y lately! [pafp]

« : April 07, 2013, 07:48:41 PM »

[Before you ask - Yes. This is a Doctor Who RP. This is a fan version, however, where the main Timelord is called the Author, so no canon characters please! If you could, please play his companion, whom he has not yet met. I restarted my version because I noticed there were more Doctor Who fans coming onto the board, not because I was copying. Just remember, this is advanced! So only people who can match my posts in length can join. c: Thanks for looking!]

The Author was bored. Insatiably and irrationally bored. This seemed to be a common occurrence as of late, and one that he wished dearly to rid himself of. But how? How exactly was he going to rid himself of such a relentless plague? He was a timelord, for crying out loud -- he knew all of time within his head, everything in the universe was there to be used. So there was almost no way he would be able to think of something that wasn't already there.

The only thing that wasn't completely certain in the timeline was what he did; he was the one who changed it. He was the one who affected changes. But why couldn't he think of anywhere to go? Something to do? Just now, he was drifting through the time vortex, trying to find something -- anything -- that he could do that he hadn't already thought of. And yet...

Wait! He thought of something! He jumped up from his seat, running over to the controls of his TARDIS with glee. Yes! This was going to be absolutely wonderful! Once he did this, he would no longer be bored; once he did this, he would finally have someone to promote ideas to him, someone with a fresh mind.

And oh, how fantastic that would be.

He pulled on the final lever, which finally brought his TARDIS into a somewhat unexpected movement; he was shooting through the time vortex, heading towards the one place that might bring him excitement -- the planet earth, the place full of people so much like him, yet so different.

The loud screech of his TARDIS echoed through the streets, landing with a loud thump as it finally landed, and, in all of the places, in the middle of a crowded plaza. People turned to stare at it as it materialized out of thin air, amazed at it; as soon as the Author himself stepped out, they all handed him coins and bills, and other forms of money. He stared at the bills for a moment, but shrugged, placing it in his pocket as more and more people handed it to him. It would probably come in handy later, and it was quite nice to be paid for something that wasn't all that special to him.

He squeezed his way out of the crowd, searching for someone that might be alone, and open-minded enough to tell him where exactly he was. That was when he spotted someone sitting on a park bench, an old man who seemed to be quite friendly to the pigeons around him. He quickly walked up to him, tapping the man on the shoulder. "Excuse me, sir?" he asked, his british accent the right tone to express his excitement, "What date is it? And what city am I in?"

The old man didn't even blink. "You're in London, and it's 2013. I believe today is the seventh of April. Does that work?"

The Author grinned, patting the old man on the shoulder. "Thank you very much." He then turned around and left, searching for the perfect person who would join him in his travels. Although it was highly unlikely that he would find them so soon, he might as well try, right?

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Other Roleplaying - Advanced / this place is just so w i b b l y w o b b l y! [pafp]

« : March 25, 2013, 08:53:39 PM »

[Before you ask - Yes. This is a Doctor Who RP. This is a fan version, however, where the main Timelord is called the Author, so no canon characters please! If you could, please play his companion. I restarted my version because I noticed there were more Doctor Who fans coming onto the board, not because I was copying. Just remember, this is advanced! So only people who can match my posts in length can join. c: Thanks for looking!]

"Traveling through Time and Space..."

It was a normal day. The sky was blue. Grass - apparently green. And all was right with the world.

People were commuting to and from their work; cars, taxis, buses - you name the vehicle, it was there - were zooming through the streets.

But something different happened. Something new. Something fantastic.

A small, pure white police booth began coming into view. It was flashing, as if it almost wasn't there. Finally, with a discernible thunk, the trailer found itself; and suddenly, it was there, amongst the tourists, the locals, the tall shiny buildings.

Most people ignored it. They didn't seem to care that a thin white booth had come miraculously out of nowhere. There were a few stares, but only just for a moment; most people passed it by. And a few minutes later, everyone believed it had been there the whole time; nothing supernatural seemed to be happening.

A tall, thin - some would say handsome - man with darkly framed glasses walked out, wearing a grey suit with a black bowtie. He checked his watch, tapping it a few times. He took a deep breath of the crisp, cool winter air, and sighed afterwards. Finally, he went up to an old man, asking in a deep, velvety British accent, "Excuse me, could you please tell me what the date is?"

The man looked up at him, blinking a few times. "March 25th." he replied slowly, tilting his head. "Does that help?"

"Immensely." the man replied, and then paused. "And what... Year is it?"

The old man gave him a funny look. "2013." The man seemed to be confuse by these questions; how could someone as young as this man not know where he was or what time? "Is that all?"

The strange young man shook his head. "One last question. It'll be a snap, I promise. What city are we in, exactly?"

The old man gaped at the younger, blinking a few times before answering. "How do you not know? We're in London, the capital of her majesty the queen!"

The younger man nodded. "Perfect! Thank you very much." He began walking towards a department building, talking to himself. The old man brushed it off, believing that the young man was crazy.

Well, was he wrong about this "young man."

"2013... This is the year that humans make so many technological advancements. Too bad they're all made for violent use."

"...Isn't it just fantastic?"

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Other Roleplaying - Advanced / i've got the lights in my e y e s [open]

« : March 21, 2013, 02:39:12 PM »

Other Roleplaying - Advanced / under the c[o]ver of d a r k n e s s...

« : March 18, 2013, 07:30:37 PM »

Assassins. Trained agents. Spies. All of these people work for a special branch of the government. The espionage branch of the secret services. They were specially trained for these jobs, and they will do anything to maintain it.

Yes, they have to kill. Torture. Make others tell them what they need. But they don't always have to be violent about it. And that's why this branch is special. If they wish, they can simply talk to you, and get what they need.

Or they can opt to hurt you. They don't care either way.

Posted on March 18, 2013, 06:52:14 PM

Basically, this is a roleplay about the agents of SHIELD, and their adventures before the Avengers came into play. They still have the Stark technology that makes upp most of their corporation, however, Tony Stark himself has not yet learned of them.

This is SHIELDS struggle with enemies, their rising, and their falling, all as they try to protect the world. Although it's hard, they all still try - some more exceptionally than others.

1. All WCRPG rules apply, including the one that states that on the advanced board, posts must be long, well-thought out, and have correct grammar. Anything less, in reality, quite annoys me, and I will not accept people who don’t follow this standard!
2. As said before, this is ADVANCED. Keep your posts pretty with a fancypost! If you want, even make your form in a fancypost! Put ‘don't let them see you’ somewhere in your form if you read the rules.
3. I’m sorry to do this to you guys, but since everyone only makes girls, I’ll have to institute this. Everyone must make one guy and one girl! Sorry for the inconvenience!
4. I have the right to accept or deny your form! You are not entitled to roleplay on this thread; I am not obligated to accept you. So don’t act like you own the thread!
5. Please don’t make any Mary Sues or Martial Sues. It ruins the roleplay.
6. Make your own form! Only requirements are name, age, rank, weapons, appearance, and personality! [If I have never roleplayed with you before, roleplay sample is also required.] Try to impress me. C:
7. I may add more rules later on!

Other Roleplaying - Advanced / let's go to very d i s t a n t lands! [only for those who signed up!]

« : March 02, 2013, 09:24:57 PM »

sign-up here!

Drew was tired. So tired. Her pale eyelids drooped over her eyes, the dark orbs almost completely covered as she stared down at her cereal. She always hated to get up this early. She could barely even walk when she was this tired. So why did she always wake herself up so early? Because she had to. She was an adventurer, a hero; and evil never slept. So, she would sleep as little as possible. Always be ready for the unexpected.

She took a bite of her cereal, the sweet bits crunching under her bright white teeth as she went over the day before. Got up. Got breakfast. Played video games with Tulio for a bit. Went and fought a giant mountain monster. Beat up the Shadow King. Talked to Princess Skittles for a bit. Then came back home and had dinner. Spaghetti. Made by Tulio himself. Pretty good dinner. Michael visited for a bit, and she was able to go against him in a few video games. Finally, she went to bed under her blankets made from many different evil animal pelts. And it always made her feel so safe.

She rubbed her eyes as she took a sip from her coffee, the one thing that actually helped her wake up. It was dark, smooth, and went down pretty well with each sip. As she continued eating breakfast, she wondered what was going to happen that day. Were they going to meet someone new? Fight a stronger monster? Get themselves injured? But she couldn't know. And that's what made it an adventure.

As soon as she finished her breakfast - now fully awake, thank god - she went to go fix her hair, which, she just noticed, was completely knotted and frizzed up. As she passed her and Tulio's room, she called in, looking for the rainbow-colored animal. "Hey, Tulio, you awake? Time to get up, buddy - we got a big day ahead of us!"

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Vincent was bored. Absolutely and utterly bored. And that was something that would not be tolerated, not by him.

He floated in the air inside his dark, lonely home, his gaze traveling around the different furniture and appliances. They all had the color sucked out of them a long, long time ago; he had gotten them in the color red in case he had gotten peckish. And those had been used up pretty quickly. But that was old news; what he needed now was new, what he needed now was fun.

He yawned, and went floating back up to his room, looking for the one thing that usually got rid of his boredom - his acoustic guitar, the one that he was able to connect with his amplifier. It had just the right sound, and it made his songs just that much better.

As he picked it up, he floated over to the amplifier, both of which were pretty simple; however, they were both as dark as the shadows, and had dark, deep tones whenever used. He took a few practice strokes - making sure that it was tuned - and then began to play, the song giving its own echo as his voice reverberated throughout the room.

Started in the morning
My head was getting hazy
Couldn't keep my feet on the ground

She was makin' love to the
Mirror in the bathroom
Didn't hear me talkin' out loud

Bubblegum, lipstick
Baby's got me nervous
Something's got a hold of my feet
You just wanna go
Where your problems won't follow
Baby that's okay with me

Set fire with just a little spark
That's how it goes when you're
Moving in the dark

Set fire with just a little spark
That's how it goes when you're
Moving in the dark

Got no money still
Ain't that cool
I'm the little punker
Who's kissin' you
Forget what you heard
About modern love
She's still in the mirror
Honey, fixin' her mug and I'm like

Set fire with just a little spark
That's how it goes when you're
Moving in the dark

Live fast, it's a feeling not an art
Just how it goes when you're
Moving in the dark

Kids kiss, statuesque out in the street
I don't really wanna be a part of your scene
Messed up, all the same, kids in my city
It's less about what you say
And more looking pretty and I'm like

Set fire with just a little spark
That's how it goes when you're
Moving in the dark

Live fast, it's a feeling not an art
Just how it goes when you're
Moving in the dark

Started in the morning
My head was getting hazy
Couldn't keep my feet on the ground

She was makin' love to the
Mirror in the bathroom
Didn't hear me talkin' out loud

Bubblegum, lipstick
Baby's got me nervous
Something's got a hold of my feet

You just wanna go
Where your problems won't follow
Baby that's okay with me

Set fire with just a little spark
That's how it goes when you're moving in the dark
[credit to neon trees!]

When he was finally finished with the song, he placed his guitar back down, sighing as he brished back his hair. Wonderful. Still bored. What was he going to do now?

Then an idea hit him. Maybe he could go outside? As long as he covered his skin, wore a big hat. Then he would be able to find new people to mess with! And they wouldn't be expecting someone like him during the day, hm?

He quickly floated out of the door, his excitement getting the better of him as he pulled on glives and a hat. Oh, this was going to be great!

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Other Roleplaying - Advanced / c'm[o]n, grab your f r i e n d s! [adventure time][still open!]

« : February 27, 2013, 11:09:30 PM »

ROLEPLAY THREAD HERE!

It's an apocalyptic world. There are only a few humans. many things have changed. the trees, the air, the water... everything. but there is still life. there are still people, even if they aren't completely human. but there's an adventure waiting for everyone. and that's where you come in.

You are alive. You are a survivor. You and a few friends whom you travel with - all different species - try to get rid of the evil that took over this world, try to free it from the maleficent grasp. So will you fight evil? Or join it, and rise up against the those who fight for the only good in this world?

IF YOU WANT TO MAKE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE TIME CHARACTER, CLICK HERE.

Other Roleplaying - Advanced / what time is it? a v e n g i n g time! [avengers roleplay][closed]

« : February 17, 2013, 05:37:31 PM »

The Avengers.

A superhero team that saved the earth more than once from a plethora of villains. They'll protect the earth. They'll avenge it if they can't.

Loki is back. And he's going to wreak his vengeance on those he believes deserves it.

He has captured the team; Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Steve Rogers, Thor, Natasha Romanov, and Clint Barton are all trapped and missing. However, their children have something to say about that.

You get to play these children! In the beginning of this roleplay, all of the children will be brought to SHIELD base in order to be briefed upon what happened. They'll have to decide whether or not they can become a team and save their parents, or be unable to cooperate, and leave their parents to die.

You decide!

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Characters;;

Played by - Iron Man
Children - Male: Ace Castro Stark - kiarifire
- Female: Brandi Shari Stark - me

Played by - kiarifire
Children - Male: Ray "Gamma" Banner - me
- Female: Natalie Rose Banner - Iron Man

Played by - me
Children - Male: Marc Rogers - n o v a
- Female: Shiloh Grace Rogers - safe haven

Played by - n o v a
Children - Male: wip - Iron Man
- Female: Din Kiara Odinson - Reverie

Played by - safe haven
Children - Male: Alexei Clinton Romanov - Reverie
- Female: Jessica Romanov - n o v a

Played by - Reverie
Children - Male: Leonardo Mason Barton - safe haven
- Female: Axel Irons Barton - kiarifire

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ONCE ALL AVENGER SPOTS ARE TAKEN, THIS THREAD WILL CLOSE. THIS IS NOT FIRST COME FIRST SERVE. TRY AND IMPRESS ME!

My characters:

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these are really not my best forms, just too museless to make anything better for now. but they have the basic requirements in them in case you need a guide. c:

Character Name;;

Ray "Gamma" Banner - Blue Hulk

Gender;;

Male

Parents;;

Bruce Banner and Betty Ross. There was some difficulty in actually... Producing a child, but after a few years, they finally figured it out.

Power;;

Changes into the Blue Hulk. However, he did not gain his dad's healing ability; this means that, while he cannot be killed, he can still be injured. He just won't die from an injury.

Appearance;;

Ray looks a lot like his dad. Brown, curly hair. Brown eyes. Tan skin. He wears dark rectangular-rimmed glasses. He also wears a suit, just like his dad. It's mainly out of respect for his father, the man whom was able to suffer through his power for all of those years; he also has a slight hope that the suit itself will make people less afraid of him, and will ensure that they won't hate him. A childish hope, in hindsight, but, nonetheless, one that he grasps onto with his entire being.
Ray is 5'9", and is actually pretty thin. He doesn't eat much so that he can feel like his father did those few years on the run. While his family was on the run for quite a while - they only just recently settled down in New York, and even then they still move frequently - he still doesn't know what it was like for his father, who spent years alone, trying to atone for his mistakes. And Ray wants to feel it, make it so that he himself is not a horrible person.
When he gets angry though, you may want to get out of the way. His "other guy" is a mean, not green fighting machine. Whenever he changes, he changes into a mindless blue Hulk. Yes, blue. Not green. Not red. Blue. And the dull creature is not very intelligent. Although he may sometimes be able to understand that someone is good, or that someone is evil, it is not very frequent, and, when it happens, it only does so with people he has known for a long while.

Avenger outfit;;

He doesn't specifically have an outfit. He just wears whatever he is wearing at that moment when he changes; sometimes, it's uncontrollable.

Personality;;

Ray is - you guessed it - a lot like his dad personality-wise. He is very cautious about everything he does. Although he is usually very calm, sometimes, he'll just snap. Which, in his case, leads to the giant rage monster that demolishes buildings. It's a vicious cycle, really; he keeps the emotions pent up so that he won't get angry, but that itself is what makes him angry enough to kill. That's what happens when you keep your emotions locked up inside of you. Some people would say he needs anger-management. They would be correct, under most circumstances. But Ray doesn't really need that. Just a way to keep calm.
Ray also cares deeply about anyone around him. If something happens to anyone, he feels as if it is his own fault, and no one can convince him otherwise. He thinks that they got hurt because of something he did; either that, or simply because the powers in the world are against him, and wish him both bad luck and harm in all of his endeavors. Due to this, he is somewhat paranoid, and does not trust someone very easily. And whenever he does fall into that trap, he tries to quickly pull himself out, so as not to be contained forever.
Ray is very depressive, like his dad. He hasn't hit as far of a low as his father just yet, but it could happen soon. He still doesn't know whether or not he can be killed, although, sometimes, he thinks about testing it out.

Likes;;

Books
Science, math, history, English and basically any other academic specialty.
Video games
Being in Tony Stark's lab

Dislikes;;

Loud places
People crowding around him
Small, cramped quarters
Anything that has to do with "creativity"
The government against his father

Other;;

I am my own overlord. :3

Character Name;;

Brandi Shari Stark

Gender;;

Female

Parents;;

Tony Stark and Pepper Potts

Power;;

Brandi has a suit much like her own father's. It has all of the same weapons, and different features, except that they are all completely upgraded.

Appearance;;

Brandi has bright blue, almost arc colored eyes, which are framed by her long, beautifully dark eyelashes. She wears makeup, but barely any; just a bit of mascara, and bright red lipstick. Her pale skin is perfectly contrasted by her dark brown hair, which she inherited from her father. She is 5"7', a few inches shorter than her dad. She works out a lot, which somewhat contributed to her figure, which is almost hourglass.

Her usual outfit consists of a Maroon 5 shirt, which is one of her favorite bands. She then wears dark jeans, and sometimes even a jean-jacket. She is very laid-back in her usual look; the only part she really works on is her face. She is the daughter of a famous CEO. She has to look good for the press!

Avenger outfit;;

This is her face mask, as her mouth is exposed under it.
The rest of her suit has the same color scheme, and contorts to her body very well. You gotta look good while fighting crime!

Personality;;

Brandi's personality is a combination of both her mother's and her father's. while she can be snarky, quick-witted, and loves to fool around, her mother's work ethic can sometimes take over, causing her to have to get to work on her responsibilities. She cares deeply about those around her, and hoped that none of them ever get hurt by her, or anyone else. She usually blames herself for the mistakes of others.

Even if she is the daughter of a famous scientist, she still has a low self-esteem. Sure, she acts like she doesn't care about anyone else's opinions, but on the inside, every time someone insults her, tries to tell her what she's doing wrong, she feels terrible. She feels like she has to follow in her father's legacy, and she can't do that if she's not completely perfect.

She knows he loves her, but she still continues to feel like that.

Likes;;

Working in the lab
Getting the best of others
Impressing her father

Dislikes;;

Messing up
Getting called names
Being yelled at for being rash

Other;;

I am everyone's overlord. Also, Brandi was named after her father's two favorite alcoholic beverages.

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Other Roleplaying - Advanced / new day, new c h a l l e n g e s. [only for those who signed up!]

« : February 14, 2013, 04:24:49 PM »

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Joshua Will Wilson. The name continued to slip through his mind, his eyebrows furrowing as he continued to think, concentrate on why exactly he was given such a name. Did his name simply mean something, something that attributed to his personality? But how would someone know his personality the moment he was born? But how would someone be able to do that, unless they had known- no, forced him to be as he was? He always felt like someone was watching him, that they never took his eyes off of him, but... It was an absurd thought, wasn't it?

He sighed as he laid on his black-clad bed, forcing himself to go ahead and push himself up and off of the bed. He had just woken up from quite an interesting dream, one that he could not completely wrap his chaotic mind around. It had been of his dad, at the moment of his "rebirth." When he had first become Deadpool. When he had first seen his surroundings, when he had been able to once again feel his fingers...

But he was different. Cold. Calculating. His brain had been changed, and he simply saw through his son, instead going after his target, the infamous Wolverine. His father's face was disfigured, cut open and sown up in many different places...

And that was when he woke up. He didn't exactly know why. It wasn't as if he had been scared of his father; no, his mind would not allow for fear. It was possibly due to the uncomfortable silence that had been emanating from his father, unable to speak. That was what had disturbed him.

He reached to his side for his black and red hoodie, the clothing which he never went anywhere without. It was special to him, something that he cherished. For it was the last thing that his mother had given him before she disappeared. And so, he slipped it onto his arms, which were covered with tattoos of different items and animals and symbols. His mind had become to indecisive when he had first gone to the tattoo shop; his chaotic, unpredictable mind had caused him to get multiple tattoos per visit, which accounted for the state of his arms. But, it was pointless, as his arms always seemed to be covered up by some piece if clothing, whether it be his jacket or his suit, in which he went on mercenary jobs. Either way, there was only two small bracelet tattoos that showed at his wrist.

He tried to remain calm most of the time, tried to keep his mind normal. But it became tiresome at times. And that was usually the time when he became "Dreadful." He couldn't exactly control it - he had inherited his father's erratic mind - but he still tried, even if it was hard.

But he kept his cheerful face, his goofy, flirty demeanor, so that he could let it out in small bits. It was the only way to keep it normal.

He left his room, heading towards the training room. May as well go train while no one else was down there. None of them really seemed to like him, anyway, based on who his dad was.

[oh and, guys, just so you know, like Deadpool, Joshua may very well break through the fourth wall. so keep your eyes open. cx]

Chloe remained in her bed, staring up at the ceiling as a whirlwind of thoughts raced through her head. Her father had left three days ago. He had said he would be back within the week. But it always felt empty when he wasn't there, telling her about his life, the life that spanned centuries. Whenever he told these stories, she always dreamed of when she would be able to travel with him, for years upon years, outliving all others. But she always feared for just the same thing. What of her friends who would die before her? What would she do then?

She sighed, and finally began to shuffle herself out of her bed, blinking her bleary eyes a few times before she stood up, groaning. Why did she always have to get up so early? Her father had always drilled the idea into her head, making her feel weird whenever she didn't follow it; so, even when she was away, she still did it, even though it was uncomfortable for her. She would do it, just for her dad.

She went over to her drawer, taking some clothes out as she began to plan out her day. She would go train, of course; mainly due to the fact that, while she didn't want to fall behind in her training, she also wanted to make sure that the others weren't using the equipment incorrectly, or simply as toys. It annoyed her that she caught them doing that quite often, and that was the time when her sailor mouth came into play. She couldn't stand it when people did that, and they seemed to do it just to annoy her.

As she went slowly down to the kitchen for her breakfast that morning, she checked to see if anyone else was awake. It didn't seem to be so; she could feel it with her animal senses, but she could be wrong; she had been before. She went to go get some cereal from the kitchen, stifling a yawn as she prepared it. This was going to be a long day.

[oh, and remember guys, if you have plot ideas, please pm me! i would be happy to have a new idea!]

Other Roleplaying - Advanced / x-men - new c l a s s [open][advanced only!]

« : February 09, 2013, 01:43:49 PM »

roleplay thread here!

Under a cloud of increasing anti-mutant sentiment, Professor Xavier created a haven at his Westchester mansion to train young mutants to use their powers for the benefit of humanity, and to prove mutants can be heroes. This team of "X-Men" fought for their rights within the entirety of humanity, as well as against those that sought to destroy humanity for the mutants to take over. This battle raged for days, weeks, months, years... And they began to get tired. They began to regret their decision to fight. And slowly, quietly, the X-Men and their enemies faded out of the picture, making way for new heroes.

Now, a new mutant threatens the safety of mutant and mankind. The original mutants themselves have been subdued, but their children? They continue to live at the mansion, waiting for their parents to return home. Will the children run away, search for their parents? Or will they have to take the burden of this responsibility?

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These are just small, bare minimum forms that I have created for my characters. Just to show you guys what I require of your character. c: I just don't feel like doing a whole form. cx

birthday ;; September 28, 1992

age ;; 20

parents ;; Wade Wilson [Deadpool] and Unknown Mother

power ;; Joshua gained many powers from his father, although his father usually referred to them as his "natural, amazing, stupendous talents which no one could copy." So yeah. Powers. He has an increased healing rate, which he himself acquired from his father, whom had acquired it by being injected with Wolverine's DNA. So, no, Deadpool was technically not a mutant; but he was created by mutant blood, and therefore falls into the mutant category. Joshua also gained increased speed, stamina, strength, and agility, all of which make it harder to fight him. His fighting style is chaotic, and it is impossible to tell what he is going to do next; whether he's going to throw his ninja stars to trap you against the wall, or simply shoot you in the head with his sleek, personalized pistol, you'll never find out until it's too late.

So, other than these few things, Joshua is just your normal guy... Except for the fact that he's a master assassin that can kill you at any moment. But yeah. Normal.

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birthday ;; July 19th, 1995

age ;; 17

parents ;; Logan Howlett [Wolverine] and Unknown

power ;; Chloe, like her father, is a master of martial arts, and is experienced with any and all weapons. Sometimes, just like her father, Chloe may go into a 'berserker rage,' where she lashes out in aggression, and not even psychics can predict what she does next. She is fluent in a lot of languages, and is able to charm her enemies due to this, getting them to let their guards down before she strikes. She also has Wolverine's healing factor, which has allowed her father to live for centuries, and will most likely allow her to do the same. She also has her claws - those famous Wolverine claws. Her claws were coated in adamantium just recently, with her father there as she was injected with the painful metal. She had almost died, but her father had finally pushed her through it. He himself had not wanted her to do it, but she had insisted so greatly that he had no choice. So now, her claws are invincible; and her skeleton can resist most forces.

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Other Roleplaying - Advanced / children of the s t a r s [open][advanced only!]

« : February 06, 2013, 05:23:20 PM »

The Chinese Zodiac. For years, the legend of it's founding remains, passed down from generation to generation. All legends have some truth. So where's the truth in this one?

A long, long time ago, God decided to invite all of the animals to a banquet. He sent out word for all of them to come to his house the following evening, "And don't be late!" he said. When the mischievous rat heard the news, he decided to play a trick on his neighbor, the cat. He told the cat that the party was the day after tomorrow. The very next day, all of the animals lined up for the celebration. The rat led the way, riding all the way there on the back of the cow. Everyone had a wonderful time, except for the cat, who missed the whole thing. And so, the cat was rejected from the Zodiac, cursed with it's own burden, worse than all of the others.

That's the story that had been passed down. However, the real story is different, casting a new light upon the Zodiac. The story is one we shall speak of another day. For now, let me explain the curse.

The curse of the Chinese zodiac consists of three main categories- the Zodiac, the cat, and the god.

The people born into the curse represent the twelve main zodiac animals- the rat, the cow (ox), the tiger, the rabbit, the dragon, the snake, the horse, the ram, the monkey, the rooster (bird), the dog, and the boar. They are twelve people who transform into the animal they represent when they are embraced by a person of the opposite gender or when they are sick, weak, etc. Even if they are embraced by their own parents or siblings, given that they are the opposite gender, they transform. However, if they embraced by another member of the curse of the opposite gender, including the cat and the god, they do not transform. The cursed people must stay by the god's side forever, even if it means being reborn many, many times. This also means following all of the god's orders. While a Zodiac member of a single animal is alive, another child of the same animal cannot be born. However, when a member dies, this means that a child is soon to be born to this particular animal's curse.

The cat follows the exact same rules of which the other members of the Zodiac follow, except its curse is a bit more dark. He must wear a bracelet with round red and white beads made of the bones of great and powerful priests and dyed with blood. When the beads are removed, the cat transforms into a hideous monster with a foul odor, known as "the cat's true form".

The god is the actual God who held the banquet in the above story. They bear what is called "the core of the zodiac curse". They tend to get sick a lot, and they die at a young age. Often times, the god and the members of the Zodiac aren't alive at the same generation. The god especially hates the cat for some reason.

Other Roleplaying - Advanced / roleplay ideas?

« : February 04, 2013, 04:09:45 PM »

hi, guys!

i haven't had a lot of active threads lately, so i was wondering if anyone wanted to do a roleplay with me!

i'll do pretty much any kind of roleplay. the ones that i would love to do are ones that have to do with some of my favorite movies, which include Avengers [and all movies preceding] Sherlock Holmes, and Dr. Horrible's Sing Along Blog.

also, any shows like Doctor Who, Sherlock, and other shows that are just as awesome.

or, any action roleplays, romance, adventure, mystery, etc.

also, any mythology roleplays.

..... so i'll pretty much do anything, as long as it's not super gruesome or something like that. i've just been completely out of ideas lately, so maybe this'll get those brain juices flowing!

thanks for looking!

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