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Joshua
I randomly call out, "What if the Form goes bad, like that other fellow? What was he? The Gentle Pants?" |
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Joshua
"Another question, quickly. How do you know about the Form and what the Form will do?" |
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(Torture stuff. Didn’t go that far into detail.)
Mekiki-
Two fingers pinched the ends of her glove, pulling down before releasing, and it lightly smacked her wrist. She preferred to take her time while doing this; it left the victim waiting for it. Her footsteps made loud clacking sound on the concrete floor, she hoped that he could hear it. When she arrived at her destination Jay was standing beside the door, holding a bulky white dress, although it bore more resemblance to a long coat. She held out her arms and allowed him to carefully put it on her.
“Would you like to stay for the show?” Mekiki said. Jay waved the coat a little, attempting to get a majority of the wrinkles or dust out.
“Oh, yes, if that is a possibility.” He said
“Of course.” She swung the door open, the slamming sound of it hitting against the wall echoed throughout the room. Jay closed the door behind her as she walked inside.
In the room was a single lever and a wheel, a wheel with a man on it. His arms and legs were spread open, each one being bound to the contraption. Each limb was placed over one of the openings. His breath was so hoarse you could practically hear it beneath the cloth stuck in his mouth. Mekiki held out her open palm towards Jay. With little to no hesitation he slapped a large hammer into her hands, the man could clearly hear the sound. Jay walked over to the lever while his master walked around the wheel, inspecting her pray before the kill. As she did this she continued to beat the hammer into her hand.
“I’ve been told your name is Lance, correct?” No response. Seemingly irritated she raised the hammer up and brought it right down on his leg. A jolt if pain was sent through his leg, it wanted to bend in towards the damage but was forced to stay straight because of the bounds. Easily did the bone break, no struggle needed. The man attempted to lurch upwards in pain but was tied very tightly. His yells were completely covered by the cloth, being only muffled pleas, and he almost choked on it.
“Correct?” The man nodded through his tears.
“Good, now, if you’re a nice man, I will do some coups de grâce for you, hum?” She giggled and then turned her head to the side, almost shyly. All the man did was nod in rushed agreement, hoping she may take pity on him
Yet, that pity would never be shown.
Jay pulled the lever and the wheel began to turn. It went slow enough for her to have time to land the hit. All through these blows both could be heard laughing.
“Who breaks a butterfly on a wheel?”
“Never late to the fair, hum?”
All they did was cackle.
They didn’t even finish him off.
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JPFanJoin Date: 2009-12-11
Post Count: 11110 |
(Oh okay, I didn't even realize that. :3
Is the name Luna Fade (Fade is her last name) available?) |
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(Yes.)
Claw
I look up at the telivision while sharpening my daggers.
When I join Scar, he gave me new, better ones.
"Yo, Scar. I think this lady is theatening us." |
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JPFanJoin Date: 2009-12-11
Post Count: 11110 |
(Yay!)
Luna
I was in the crowd of people whining and crying repeatedly about Scar, Claw, the Form. It was incredibly dangerous for a villain like me to be here, but I'm so infamous and I've been inactive for almost my entire life, none of these people will recognize me. Instead of spewing out random questions like the other people in the crowd, I just sat there, laughing. But instead of sitting on a chair, or stool, I seem to be sitting on nothing, as if there was an invisible chair right there. This was cracking me up. Though I don't like Scar and Claw, I know who to mess with and who not to mess with. This was obviously someone you shouldn't just publicly make announcements over when someone could be hiding inside the crowd, exactly like what I'm doing. A few people near me began to stare and exchange comments of how I was giggling in a small girly-child way and still seemingly sitting on nothing but air. I had my legs crossed over since I'm wearing a short red skirt, and my black tie was wavering back and forth from me inhaling air a lot due to laughing. |
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Claw
"I can. Blake, Jay, Layla, Michial, and Heather all owe me a favor." |
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LordHazerJoin Date: 2008-09-16
Post Count: 2401 |
Law Enforcer- Such as police or military officers. They may not be a superhero but they are hero to the city. They can also be called a hero’s best friend.
Name: Alexander "Alex" Trent
Race: Caucasian American
Gender: Male
A.ge: 23
Appearance: Alex has short blonde hair styled into a pompadour; Alex is fair skinned with a slender toned physique and he stands at 5 ft 11 inches. His eyes are small and the colour turquoise and his nose is slightly hooked. He has no official work uniform as it's mainly casual clothing.
Occupation/ Job: Detective
Fears: Losing the people he cares about, heights and Spiders.
Disabilities: Lack of super-powers means he has to rely entirely on his intellect when facing Villains.
Weapon/ Tool: A hand pistol, a taser, police badge, phone, handcuffs, A car, money and a police baton
Rank: Homicide detective
Personality: Alex is an intelligent, calm and calculating individual thinking things through and often thinking ahead judging each outcome before choosing a path, regardless of the pressure he's in. He's polite to anyone who doesn't have powers, in which case he's rude, ignorant and can be aggressive.
Bio: Alex was the eldest of two children born to Jonathan and Mary Trent. On a day outing to the mall, a super-villain and his thugs robbed the place and murdered his mother when she pleaded to spare her family. A super-hero came to save the day taking out the thugs and fought the villain. The hero threw the villain through a wall and the rubble fell and crushed his sister. Alex considered all people with powers irresponsible and thought they were only a menace.
So Alex grew up with his father who entered a slight depression and turned to alcohol, though Alex was fortunate enough that his father was never violent, loud or obnoxious and his drinking wasn't as bad is it could have been. (Didn't feel like going for the cliché "Father was a violent alcoholic who used to beat me up") Alex managed to get good grades in school and joined up to the police force where he intended to help citizens his own way.
For heroes or against?: Against
Why should I accept you?: I don't know. I'm just your average role-player and don't stand out in any way.
Sample Post: I studied the body of the victim killed by a criminal who went by the name 'The surgeon.' I lifted the recorder to my lips and said: "The victim's skull is caved in and he has a carving on his upper chest and the heart has been removed from his body. If I had to guess, I'd say the victim died from the caved skull, done with a blunt object, possibly a pipe? The surgeon proceeded to cut open the victim and remove the heart. What he..." I paused for I heard a faint ticking noise. Pressing my ear to the victims stomach, the ticking got louder. A bomb had been planted in the victim! I cursed my foolishness and ran as fast as I could shouting warnings to my colleagues.
Other: Scar Mark |
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(i will post more damian later
villain is more fun)
Mekiki-
“Would you like me to give him a mercy blow?” Jay followed Mekiki out of the room, hands pressed together like a priest following a god. She turned her head, her eyes half closed with a grin on her face.
“Not worth our time. Perhaps put a few of the rats in there, might have a good feed.” With that she continued to walk on her way leaving her consort behind. Jay watched her elegant movements, the pure motion of her subtle hip swing and the bounce of her hair. Obsessed perhaps, but nonetheless a role model of his. |
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(Damian is at his house working.
Mekiki currently has a ‘home’ in which a majority of it is underground. The top part is mostly hidden by forestry and other such things. ) |
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NightBlade:
A Hooded man comes out. he holds out his hand. Arms made out of shadows came out of it, and a clawed hand came to grab me. I pulled out my sword, and slashed a hand, then I slashed another one. I had a vision that a arrow made out of shadows was going to stab through my head and k.ill me. So I Sheathed my sword, and sure enough, an arrow busted through the air. So I grabbed it right before it would hit me, and threw it back at the Hooded Man. It hit his arm, and disappeared. I held out my arm, and charged up a laser. He held out his arm, and charged up a beam made out of shadows. We shot at each other at the same time, causing us to both fly in both directions. I used my wings to fly back up to the 15th floor, and he summoned some shadows to bring him back up.
"Why wont you D.ie!" The Hooded man yelled. He pulled out his sword. I pulled out mine. We were going to see who was going to d.ie. |
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(Is it okay that we develop, or find out, that we have another super power later in the story? Because I only have 1. |
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(Scar is talking to Claw...) |
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Claw
"Heather videotaped our broadcast. Some others hacked into the sistem. Those left are just thugs." |
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Joshua
The villain threat drives me into my Vigilante alias.
The Gentleman
I don my clothes, |
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NightBlade:
He curves the blade for a diagonal slash, but I parry it. He shoots a shadow arm at me, but I deflect it. I see a vision that he is going to use a hand to throw me off of the building. He pulls out the arm, as expected, but i side step to my left, and his shadow hand gets caught inside of a steel wall. I swing my sword downwards, and I cut The Hooded Man's shadow arm off. He screamed in pain. He started tumbling backwards, and he said, "You haven't seen the last of me!" and he fell into a vortex made out of shadows. "Okay. Now that that's through, I need to disarm the bomb." I run over to it and the time reads 2:30. " oh great. 2 and a half minutes. I have to hurry." I push a button on my wrist, and the steel wrist protector splits in two, revealing many tools. "Okay." A mechanical arm unscrews the bomb, showing another protective steel wall. The mechanical arm unscrews that one, too. The time reads, :50. "Oh great. I can't Disarm it, so im going to have to bury it. The steel wrist protector reforms back to one, and I charge up a laser. "Since it's abandoned, nothing bad will happen, right?" I shoot the laser, and a big hole forms in the roof. I throw the bomb down it, fly up, and fly down at the bomb. I catch it, and flew into the ground. 5. 4. 3. I threw it in the ground, and flew out of there as fast as i could. 2. 1. I just made it out of the building, and out of the roof, and I flew 6 feet above the building until it exploded. instead of harmfully exploding outwards, it collapsed in on itself, causing no harm to the nearby city. "Awesome. mission completed." I flew back to my home. |
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Claw
"I will."
Before I go, I tighten Scars bowtie.
Walking out of the room, I grab my daggers.
"Heather, Bllake, Jay! Come with me." I yell. |
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NightBlade:
It is dead midnight. I return to my house, unseen by any citizen. I fly into my patio, walk in, and walk into my room. I sit down on my desk, and open the printer. A keypad appears. I put in a code, got my eye scanned, and a voice said, "Approved. You may enter." The floor splits in two, and a platform brings me underground. I stop moving, and I open the door. "Welcome to your office, Ace." I walk onto another platform, and mechanical arms pull off my suit, leaving me in my normal, everyday clothes. I grab my watch. My watch tells time, and Also summons my suit, just in case If i need it sooner. I sit down, and I start doing some work. |
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