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Yo, guys. After much encouragement by a few of you, I've begun work on this again. I realize Titans has been in a coma for a while, but seeing most of you state your interest in continuing has showed me it's worth pressing on. Got some exciting plans coming up, and with a smaller cast, we should be able to power through.
The OP has been updated with the people who are still around. I'm also opening sign-ups again, because we have the room, and some new blood could be exactly what we need right now.
Right now you'll have your characters make your way to the resistance base. Upon getting there, you can either ask for a quick JP or insert from me to recieve a mission directly from one of the NPCs, or you may simply select one off of the list below. If you choose the latter, the mission will have been sent to your transceiver.
For any potential new players reading this and wondering your character may fit in, you will start off at the same spot as the others, travelling to the resistance base to begin working against the evil Meta Force.
If you are one of the folks that I left on the player list, but find yourself not wanting/unable to continue, please let me know.
That's about it, guys. Was about to bury this thing, but it's actually been really refreshing to write for again. Hoping that it will feel the same for you all.
(I had some questions regarding the resistance base a while ago, but I ended up deciding not to make an entire GM post detailing it after all. It's an underground complex, home to the resistance members, but feel free to use your imagination. Shoot me a PM for further questions.)
Resistance Missions:
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[Defend] We believe that the location of one of our various safehouses throughout the city has been compromised by members of the meta-force. Travel to the specified location, and defend the premises as our agents clear it out. [Hijack] We have recently been informed of the route of a vehicle carrying a shipment of valuable meta-force technology. Acquire control of this vehicle, and return it and it's contents to the specified safehouse. [Intercept] We uncovered a communications relay that the Meta Force uses to broadcast private transmissions. Plant the provided listening device without being discovered. [Investigate] We have identified that a member of the meta-force has taken a civilian guise and is reporting on our movements in a critical area of town. Identify the agent without drawing attention to yourself, and report back with your findings. [Recover] A data drive containing sensitive resistance information has fallen into enemy hands. Retrieve the drive from the provided target at all costs. [Rescue]Mission Taken [Sabotage] We have acquired entry into a supply facility that provides the meta-force with equipment. Infiltrate the compound, and use the given device to terminate future operations.
[More information will be provided on mission accept]
Welp, here we go. Been a while since I first wanted to sign up, but oh well. Better late than never!
Name: Ashley Richards aka Icarus
Age: 23
Appearance/Attire: The first thing people usually notice about Ashley is her height and her hair. her body tall at six foot two inches is topped at the top of her head by ashen grey hair pulled back into a ponytail reaching just past her neck. On top of being taller than average, her build is rather slight as well being skinny for her age and height. Not unhealthy by any means, but certainly doesn't look like she could take much of a fight. Her facial features are mostly sharp and angular, and her resting face always looks unpleased, giving off the impression of a very unapproachable woman who takes everything seriously. Her sharp blue eyes are always darting from place to place, always scanning and never really trusting anyone.
Ashley wears for the most part would be considered normal street clothes for someone of her age, typically a standard t-shirt and jeans, but he never goes anywhere without an old faded bomber jacket, although it looks fairly good for being at least twenty or so years old. It somewhat hard to notice unless you are really looking for it, but there are two slits on the back usually held closed by magnets she slipped into the material. When she unfurls his wings they shoot out through these two slots and expand to their full width, a total of a nine foot wingspan of dark brown wings on the back with a lighter cream colored brown speckled with black dots on the underside.
Personality: Despite her rather unwelcoming appearance, Ashley actually really likes people and always tries to be around others. Not that she trusts them, not at first at least. But at least the companionship makes her feel more comfortable. Neither does she really talk much, especially about herself. She is slightly ashamed among those of the resistance, embarrassed about her past as a winged thief, particularly among those who think themselves especially noble among the Resistance.
Unlike many in the Resistance, she doesn't really have any strict sort of morals. Her moral compass has been blurred over the years as she struggled to provide for herself. To her, getting the job done is more important than how you do it, disregarding what might have to be sacrificed for doing so. Because of that, some in the Resistance have thought of her as somewhat dangerous during her short time there, thinking that eventually she might endanger her teammates in trying to accomplish her goals. Her mentors are slowly coaxing her to slow down more and work together with others as a team, but it's a slow process.
Powers/abilities/weapons/etc: Ashley has a pair of wings that she keeps hidden usually on the inside of her jacket that fold fairly close to her back and sides, allowing her to pass as a normal person most of the time. She is quite practiced at extending these wings out through the precut slits in her jacket she cut and disguised quite well. Her wings similar to a peregrine falcon's in appearance extend a total of about eight or nine feet for a total wingspan. Because of how her body was altered, it is much lighter than a normal human's, having hollow bones similar to birds, allowing her wings to be able to carry her off the ground and to fly at significant speeds, upwards of 150-170 mph during a full dive.
Other than flying Ashley has a few other abilities up her sleeve as well. Her eyes have a thin membrane that cover them allowing her to keep his eyes open when flying without drying out or being damaged by small debris, although she usually wears a pair of ski goggles just in case, particularly if she expects a fight. Her sense of vision is also increased on top of that, being able to see things significantly farther than any normal human. Other more irritating avian abilities she gained are an ungodly metabolism to fuel her body, meaning she has to eat way more than the average human. Her heartbeat is also significantly higher than humans as well, usually around 150-170 bpm when resting.
As for weapons, she really doesn't have much in terms of natural weapons. To defend herself she wields a staff of wood about five feet long swinging it at his target as she flies by. Other than that, her weapons are fairly standard, pocket knife, a couple years of karate her mom signed her up for.
Origin Story (history): Ashley first gained her powers about ten years ago as a child of about thirteen years old. What should have been a normal doctor's visit getting the standard vaccinations turned into something certainly not standard. Apparently some twisted doctor got the idea into his head after hearing about the mutants popping up here or there to make a few of his own by replacing vaccines with genetic mutation strains instead. A few weeks after the visit she started complaining to her mom about back pains. Her mom just dismissed this as the growing pains of a young child, thinking nothing of it. They also couldn't afford going to the doctor very often as well, so the problem was mostly ignored. Ignored until about two months after that when Ashley's mother noticed two tiny wings protruding from her daughter's back when she was coming out of the shower.
Now any normal parent would immediately bring their child to the doctor. Ashley's mother on the other hand, managed to convince the family to keep the matter quiet. After all, if the government were to discover, they might take their daughter for experimental testing or at the very least keep her under lock and key or some other strict surveillance. So instead Ashely was pulled out of public school and was homeschooled as well as strictly instructed never to leave the house. A rule she blatantly disobeyed more times than she could count.
Her strange childhood passed as such. She managed to complete online school with barely passable grades, although mostly from lack of trying. Her mother eventually got fed up with trying to keep her from leaving the house, then got fed up with the family altogether. Her father, a drug addict as well as alcoholic couldn't care less whether his wife stayed or left at that point. Within weeks of her mom leaving, a nineteen year old Ashley left her father's house to live with her older brother, really the only family left that actually cared for her. She managed to stay under the radar for the most part from anybody who might be interested in her, but having a pair of wings makes it hard to get a steady job, nevermind even leaving the house. So Ashley for a while turned to a life of crime, becoming a mugger and purse snatcher, helping her brother make ends meet with her stolen goods. Until eventually she mugged the wrong person, a member of the resistance against the Meta-Force. Rather than beating Ashley into a pulp (which with his abilities he certainly could have) the Resistance member followed her, and eventually managed to convince her to join the Resistance.
Roleplay Sample:
Spoiler:
David awkwardly struggled with the key to his apartment while he stood in the rain. It had started as a drizzle earlier in the day, but over the past hour or so had increased to a downpour. He cursed as the key stuck in the lock once again. The lock had been giving him trouble for several months now, but now his task was even further made difficult by the pair of grocery bags balanced precariously in his other arm. Finally giving a hard twist the lock groaned and popped, the latch sliding back into the door.
Pushing into his dark apartment, he kicked his shoes off sloppily and flicked on the light. It was actually not a bad apartment for what he was paying. Two bedrooms, a kitchen, a bathroom, and a living room in this area of town certainly wasn't cheap. Neither was it particularly expensive, but the dodgy electrical work, leaky plumbing, and water heater that broke twice a week brought the price down a bit. His thoughts of what he would cook for dinner froze along with his body as he saw the limp body of his sister on the floor in front of the couch.
Groceries hit the floor and spilled, instantly forgotten as David rushed over to his sister's side. She had been living with him for a little over four years now, and although he never approved of her activities, he let her do what she would with her time so long as she kept up her part of the rent. But every now and then she would come home like this, cut or slashed or shot or something. As he knelt by her side she moaned. His heart jumped and he relaxed just a bit, knowing she wasn't in a life threatening condition.
"Hey," she croaked, sounding like she hadn't had anything to drink in days. "I, uh...I kinda messed up again…" She turned her head to look at him and he saw the pain in her eyes.
"Hey, just...just stay still, okay? Now tell me what happened, and I'll see what I can do." His gaze drifted over her body to her wings, where the right wing hung limply on the floor, the other one curled up at an odd angle. She hissed as his fingers brushed the right wing where blood slowly oozed out of a large hole about the size of a fist. "Care to explain this?"
"She buried her face into a pillow she had pulled onto the floor, and through the fabric he heard her muffled voice groan, "I got sort of tangled up with a couple people. People like me, mutants." As she said that word her voice dripped with venom. He knew she hated what she was. How some asshole years ago had messed around and she was paying the price. He wisely stayed silent, knowing that nothing he said would help. "I couldn't tell what the first did, but the second started throwing ice at me. Like spears of ice. Or maybe it was water, I couldn't really tell." She hissed again as his fingers carefully probed the wound. "So I panicked. Normally I try and turn a corner before I bring out my wings, right? But with that guy, I panicked and shot my wings out and tried to run. Well one of- Ah! Careful, okay? That really hurts." She lifted her head and turned back at him, making an annoyed face.
"Anyway, he hit me in the wing with whatever he was throwing. I managed to get a few buildings away and out of sight, then I just collapsed on a rooftop. I kinda jump flew from building to building till I got here, then came in through the roof."
He just sighed and went into the kitchen where he kept what seemed like an ever growing repertoire of medical supplies, taking out what he thought he might need, then just shrugging and bringing over the large toolbox sized medical case back over to the couch. He started to clean the wound with alcohol and cotton swabs. "So do you know who they were? Those Meta-Force guys maybe?"
She pinched her eyes tight as the alcohol burned against open wounds. "I-I...don't know really. I mean, they weren't in any sort of uniform or anything, but they were kind of acting like thugs. But I really don't know."
They sat in silence for a few more minutes as David's hands slowly patched her up. After a quarter of an hour passed, he stood and wiped his brow. "You are very lucky I went to medical school sis."
She made a face at him from the floor. "You went to medical school for one year before dropping out. I bet you only learned how to change old people's diapers." She buried her face back into the pillow and grumbled something unintelligible.
"Hmm?" David replied. "Didn't catch that."
"Scotch." she spat out, lifting her head from the pillow for a moment before returning it to the pillow. "Or whisky, or whatever", he muffled voice said bluntly from the pillow.
David simply shook his head heading over to the kitchen where he kept his meager supply of alcohol. "As the lady commands…"
WEAPON/POWERS: His hands allows him to use different emotions to his command, usually making constructs instead of manipulation. He can make many different constructs, like a sword, energy blasts, people, etc. etc.
APPEARANCE: Ian is a narrow and black-ish brown haired person with a average weight and is at a moderate 5'4 height, nothing really werid.
ATTIRE: Nerdy Glasses. A long sleeved t-shirt and some jeans. Maybe Nike Airs once in a while. Basically normal street clothes.
ORIGIN: Ian Romano was born July 4 and his mother was English and father was Italian. He was taught to speak both languages at a very early age, now very fluent in both languages. He went to school like a normal child. His powers weren't fully discovered until he tried to enter college. He had went to the doctor's a few days before his school started and he had started to do weird things, he would see things that others couldn't. He had told his doctor and the doctor preformed a CAT scan. The doctor had found a power probe inside of his brain which had developed during his child years. Ian went through college pretty fine.
The only reason why Ian met the resistance because of one night when he attacked by a stranger. The stranger had asked for Ian's ID specifically. He had given it to him, and the stranger nodded slowly. And that stranger had told him where to join the Resistance where to find a resistance safehouse where Ian had found.
Spoiler: Roleplay Sample
Ian walked around in his hoodie around the block, hands in pocket. He thought about how he got his powers. He remembered a doctor. What was his name? Doctor... Doctor Gelij. And he had told him about his power and has kept it a secret. "Must've been hard keeping my secret huh?" " He probably wanted to tell everyone. But It seemed like he kept his mouth shut." Ian, with a snap of his fingers had made a door in front glowing with a white-ish glow.
Ian had now been in his home, his safeplace. Ian had remember his mother and father's warmth when he came home every evening. He had loved those days, but they were over now. He lived by himself, and he believed he would find someone he liked soon. But for now, he focused on what was going on right now. Like the guy who asked for his ID. What did he want? nd where do the directions lead to? He going to find out.
PERSONALITY: Because of his control of the emotions, he has mixed emtions, and he shows many them at one time or another.
First things first, welcome to the RPT, please make sure to read the rules section.
Now, before you go claiming things for the RP you need to be accepted first; as there may be issues with the SU that need to be looked over. I haven't read it, but i'm sure Doof will get to it as soon as he can.
Second, We prefer if you don't post multiple times in a row in the same thread please. If you have many things that need to be said you should just edit them into the post.
First things first, welcome to the RPT, please make sure to read the rules section.
Now, before you go claiming things for the RP you need to be accepted first; as there may be issues with the SU that need to be looked over. I haven't read it, but i'm sure Doof will get to it as soon as he can.
Second, We prefer if you don't post multiple times in a row in the same thread please. If you have many things that need to be said you should just edit them into the post.
