HiIomanJoin Date: 2012-03-16
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If you're going to quote me, do it right. |
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(Extremely Exaggerated Paraphrasing, not quoting.) |
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HiIomanJoin Date: 2012-03-16
Post Count: 8238 |
Exaggerating makes you less reliable. |
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(She wasn't on a lot. That's why it took her three days.) |
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(I'm not a reliable source. I don't really care. Constructive criticism, try to point out what you can do to fix it, not just state a flaw.) |
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(You're both spamming the thread with your senseless remarks aimed at one another. It will do us all good if we ignore those two getting under your skin, User.) |
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HiIomanJoin Date: 2012-03-16
Post Count: 8238 |
If you're not reliable, then why am I talking to you?
Come talk to me when you're reliable. |
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(ily all
let’s get married.) |
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Super Hero C.S:
Super name: NightBlade
Name: Ace
Race: American
Gender: M
A.ge: 19
Super Suit: A metal suit (Think Iron Man) , and a sheath for his sword. The Metal Suit has a pair of wings on it, and the entire suit is colored Dark Green and Black.
Appearance: He is very tall and strong, stronger than most people, physically and mentally. He has blonde hair, green eyes. He usually wears a T-Shirt, and Jeans.
Occupation/ Job outside of hero life: He is a computer technician.
Fears: His Fate.
Disabilities: He has a scar on his left leg, making him have a slower run. He has yet to find someone that can heal it, so he keeps bandages on it.
Weapon: He carries a Steel blade that is enforced with an unknown metal that never dulls or breaks. The hilt is Golden, with an emerald carved into the middle. It is his prized possession, and it has been passed on from generations.
Power: He can see things before they happen, and his metal suit.
Worst Enemy?: He doesn't have one. Yet.
Personality: Honest, Fair, and usually Joyful. However, he is very serious and brutal to his enemies.
Weaknesses: If you harm an innocent person in front of NightBlade, he will go into a rage and just brutally destroy you.
Catchphrase: "We will fight until all evil is destroyed!"
Bio: Ace always had a weakness. He was a gloomy kid at childhood, and nobody would know why. He saw deaths and k.illing flash in his eyes. He had always wanted it to stop, but it never did. After a couple of years, he finally learned to accept his powers. One day, he had a usual vision, but this time, a person was robbing a bank. So Ace ran to the bank an hour before it was supposed to happen. He brought a pistol with him. The burglar ran down the street to the bank, but he saw Ace. Ace tackled him to the ground, and turned him in to the cops. He decided to become a hero. He programmed an iron suit, built it, and tried it out. It worked perfectly. He put on the Sheath to his sword, placed the sword in, and flew off into the night. He works without reward, so most people do not see him, except for a super hero.
Why Should I let you join?: I am a veteran roleplayer. I have been to a lot of RPGs, and played them. I also have pretty good grammar. To prove it, see my Sample Post.
Sample Post: I flew up onto the roof of an abandoned house. I looked behind the wall, and I saw 3 Criminals planting a bomb into the roof. The city was only a half mile away, and this building was nearly 15 stories. With my helmet, I zoomed in to see what kind of bomb it was. "Okay. I have the tool to disarm it. But first, i gotta take out these criminals." Each criminal carried a Flamethrower, so it was gonna be tough. He flew up into the air, and Landed on a Criminal. he was knocked out. The burglar started firing at the armor. The flames burned the left arm of my suit, so a mechanic arm comes out of the suit, and extinguishes the fire. "My turn." I say as I hold out my hand. A beam of light charges inside of it. Then i fire, and a beam of light blasts the criminal 5 feet into the air, falling 15 stories, and falling on the ground. The cops park their cars on the first floor, and run up the stairs to the 15th floor. However, I sense another one of them. But this one seemed to have a power. "I see you took out my soldiers." It said into my mind. "I'm afraid im going to have to destroy you."
TO BE CONTINUED (If im accepted) |
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(An apple a day will keep anyone away if you throw it hard enough.) |
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HiIomanJoin Date: 2012-03-16
Post Count: 8238 |
Depends on the person |
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Mekiki-
The door slowly creaked open behind her; the only response it gained was the slight movement of her legs, placing one on top of the other in a crossed fashion. She only turned her head when she had heard the click of the door lock. This was because she was aware of who it was, she was always aware. A man dressed in a black top hat, puffy white shirt, black one-buttoned vest and black pinstripe pants approached her chair, standing at the side for a moment before speaking up.
“Madam, what would you like to do with the new one?” He said. “I was thinking…perhaps the breaking wheel? Brazen bull?” His suggestions only seemed to amuse her, one could only guess if it was because she disliked them.
“Nothing with knives today Jay? That is surprising, are you sure you are fine?” Her head tilted upwards to look at him.
“I know you like variety.” He nodded his head quickly, a grin firmly planted on his face.
“True, I feel like a bit of smashing myself. Can you get the wheel ready Jay? Oh, and yes, please call me by Mekiki, Madam seems too formal.”
“Yes, Mekiki” With that he scurried out of the room.
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JPFanJoin Date: 2009-12-11
Post Count: 11110 |
Super Villain- The mind master of disaster, even if the disaster are as large as the other villains, but you are pretty evil. Though you have super powers or even just a powerful weapon to create your destruction.
Super name: She prefers her real name. (Below)
Name: Violet
Race: American
Gender: Female
A.ge: She seems as if she's only 10 yrs old, but she's actually 24.
Super Suit: None; She wears a schoolgirl outfit that matches her 10 yr old appearance. It's a white shirt with a a short red skirt. Over the white shirt is a black tie that stops near the middle of her stomach. The white shirt contains three buttons going up and down the middle.
Appearance: Violet has a very pale and ghostly looking flesh. Her eyes are gray and her hair is black. Her hair stops a little bit above her backbone. She has no freckles or marks or such.
Occupation/ Job outside of hero life: None, she seems as if she's a child so even if she wanted, she probably wouldn't be accepted.
Fears: Sunlight, but she will go through sunlight if it's important. She also fears being surrounded by many enemies/opponents. A bit of hydrophobia.
Disabilities: Umm.
Weapon/ Super abilities: She contains many odd and mystic paranormal/psychic abilities. She caused herself to look like a child yet again, she has a slight bit of teleportation, but not to far lengths. She can create hallucinations and has a slight bit of telekinesis, but not objects that weigh tons. With her mystic abilities, she can do different small stuff too such as seeing in other places without using her eyes, her speed seeming to increase, and sometimes her hallucinations seemingly make people go insane. (Even though that's not an ability for her. If this seems like too much, I'll take some out.)
Worst Enemy?: Pretty much everyone, even super villains. She tends to stick alone, and since she seems as a child, super villains underestimate her and tend to attack her a lot and don't believe her when she tells them she's a villain as well. When they don't, she easily retaliates by
Personality: She's very morbid and grotesque. She enjoys watching others suffer, especially when she's the one to cause it. When in public and in hiding, she's very quiet yet still a sociopath and not speaking to anyone. She hardly ever speaks, but when she does, it still sounds like a child's voice, and it usually isn't nice.
Weaknesses: Psionic shields. (People blocking mental attacks.) Surrounded by enemies, though that won't always stop her. Sunlight, but she will go through sunlight if it's important. She's also a bit hydrophobic.
Catchphrase: "Do you wanna play with me too?" A child's laughter can be heard afterward.
Bio: She discovered her ability of psychic links and paranormal phenomenons when she was about 10 yrs old. She murdered her own parents in their sleep by somehow creating a fire. This fire spread out to the entire neighborhood and killed at least 27 people. Only one person survived, and that was Violet herself. The police kept her for questioning and to give to someone for foster care. Once she was adopted, a few weeks later, those parents were mysteriously killed too. She was adopted yet again, but they died as well. The police, and heroes, noticed something going on. They decided to follow Violet around for a bit like a spy, and noticed she wasn't normal. At all. She was causing much trouble and killed many, but she was taken in and put in jail where she couldn't do anything. She was in this jail for almost her entire life, but she never aged. She took the appearance of a 10 yr old for the rest of her life, though she's now 24. One day, she was finally let out by a man named Scar, and she now wants to retaliate on all of the police and heroes who put her in here, and she wants to do it harshly.
Why should I accept you?: I'm very committed to roleplays that I join and I've created a few roleplay's myself that people seem to enjoy. I do create typos at times, but my grammar is still great.
Sample Post: I look around the dark alley, getting my bearings. I could see a small dumpster on wheels that had no trash inside of it, newspapers cluttering the ground, and in the back underneath a light connected to a wall, there was a thug robbing a woman. I walked over so calmly and stealthily that not even a mouse would be able to hear my footsteps. When my shadow gave me away, he turned around and aimed at me with his gun, a sobbing woman behind him with her purse on the floor. He spoke to me in a rough harsh voice, "What's a kid like you doin' here? Beat it!" That's when I nodded my head at him and the small, rusty dumpster rolled over at him. He shrieked and then was pressed against the wall, the dumpster on him. The woman on the floor then grabbed her purse and crawled over to me and said "Thank you.. Thank you so much!" And she started to walk away. That's when I said "I'm not done playing..." in a hushed voice. She slowly turned around to meet the same dumpster rolling toward her. She screamed and ran out into the middle of the street where she was killed by the front of a large pickup truck. I smiled, standing in the shadows of the alley, and walked away. As I was walking off, behind me sirens blared through and blood leaked on the curb as if it was a little stream. Screams from inside the pickup truck can be heard as well, and getting annoyed with this, I teleported off a few yards away on a different street, and continued my walk in the night. |
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Joshua
I watch the author's speech from the crowd, the first time I've been out in a long time. I'm not wearing my super-suit, something an average Joe would wear. |
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