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Who I Am

Just some scrub nerd who happens to RP on this site. While I tend to gravitate more towards building worlds and GMing and all that, I join RPs from time to time as well. I tend to stay in the casual section of the Guild (though I am open to trying other things) and my preferences tend to lean towards slice-of-life RPs and superhero RPs, along with the occasional fandom RP, depending. I enjoy trying new things, though, and I'm willing to hop onboard any genre if I find it appealing.

I consider myself fairly lax and friendly, so if you wanna chat, my PMs are always open.

Where I Am

Currently Running
Fast-paced, fun, vibrant, quasi-anime superhero RP about an organization that employs superpowered people to defend the fictional city of Castleburg, USA.
Currently Accepting! PM me for details if you want to join.

Currently Participating
n/a. Maybe it'll change? ;)


"He's a two-faced bastard of a GM."

"He's American. Enough said"

"He abuses us with lenny faces"

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"He hates the gays"

"Wait, since you're a hitman, can't you just scan the bar code on the back of your head and just bring your post back?"

"I have never met a more horrible, selfish, ungrateful human than Hitman. I wish I didn't have to live inside his body 24/7 for the rest of my pathetic, meaningless existence."


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September 21st, 2064
Castleburg Bullet N-Train

The traincar was an absolute bloodbath. Limbs flying about like discarded objects. Corpses hitting the ground one by one. Blood pooling across the entirety of the traincar. It was the definition of a massacre. In HERO slang, this was a textbook Section 15: the type of hero behavior that would certainly result in an investigation, maybe even questioning, though given the circumstances it was unlikely to result in any sort of actual punishment. That was simply the way crime and punishment worked, after all.

At this point, Chainsawyer was one of the few pirates left; or at least, he was one of the few pirates that was left living. His warpath had very briefly been halted, however, by the arrival of yet another hero, who had propelled a weaponized head directly at him. Chainsawyer, unlike many of those in HERO, was not the type to be bothered by the revelation that his comrades had been killed, mutilated, and then weaponized. He was there for one thing and one thing only- unrelenting violence. However, he was quickly to be taken out of commission. His attention was first distracted by the arrival of yet another hero, and he was disappointed to find that the coupling that he had very specifically cut apart was now welded together. Who did these people think they were?! He was looking forward to dicing them to pieces, that's for sure. However, the arrival of the redhead had distracted him from the much more important issue- he was being frozen in place. Everything below Chainsawyer's waist was now coated in a thick layer of ice. The man swung his chainsaw around angrily, but his attempts of actually incapacitating anybody were futile, thanks to Europa's efforts.

It would seem as though the pirate invasion had been quelled. The only pirates left in commission were Chainsawyer, who was frozen to the ground like a sculpture, and a couple of stragglers that were pretending to be dead in order to avoid being impaled on Blitz's arms (prison was better than the alternative, surely). To think that this was the end of the pirate raid, however, was simply foolish.

"Not looking good."

Sam was sitting in the cockpit of the Vulture I. The Vulture I was one of Sam's prized possessions. A hovercraft just larger than a fighter jet, the Vulture I was originally purposed by the US military to retrieve cadavers from the battlefield, though Sam's modifications gave the device a lot more utility. The Vulture I was currently hovering just above the stopped train, observing the battle from afar. Sam tightened her fingers around the throttle as she looked at the holoscreen currently projecting a worrying slew of numbers. "Richardson's dead...Reeves is dead...Chen is a goner...Stuyvesant is unconscious...God damn, these guys are fucked." Sam gently tapped a console on the wheel of the device. "Angela, what's the situation in the front of the train?"

A brusk, deep, but feminine voice responded. "Neutralized," she responded simply over the comms.

Sam stretched her arms. "This is why I need more women in the fucking crew. We know how to get shit done," Sam said as the Vulture I dove down, now level with the rest of the train. Sam tapped a button on one side of the control panel. "Incisor," she said airily, and a single pulse of red light fired from the front of the ship, boring a medium-sized hole in the wall of the traincar, which now resembled a chunk of metal swiss cheese. Sam then tapped a button on the opposite side of the panel. "Reel it in," she said as she stretched her arms, and from the nose of the ship two cables rocketed out, grasping onto the side of the nuclear device. The Vulture I then pulled backwards, hauling the weapon out of the ground and through the hole. Hopefully, none of the heroes were pulled out with the weapon. The half-frozen Chainsawyer was not so lucky- the bomb smashed into him on its way out and sent him hurtling into the ravine.

Sam lifted both hands off the controls of the Vulture I, flipping the heroes off, before quickly soaring off into the sun, the nuclear weapon trailing behind her, and leaving the heroes with the daunting realization that somebody would have to call their boss to explain that they might just have failed.

P I E R 1 2

M A Y 2 6T H 2 0 2 1 | 1 0 : 5 0 P M | G O T H A M C I T Y , N J

"Come on, boys, we gotta get all these crates loaded onto the boat by midnight. That's a hard deadline, y'hear? Black Mask is gonna be real disappointed if we lose even one box of cargo."

Pier 12 was bustling with activity that evening, though this activity was decidedly surreptitious. A group of thugs, some of them armored, some of them strapped with guns, and all of them wearing black facemasks, were loading crates full of illegal weapons onboard the large freight ship that was anchored at the pier that day. The man calling the shots, a 6'4" fellow known as Shanks, was distinguishable from the rest of the thugs not by his face, which was also covered in a jet-black full-face mask, but by the clean white suit that easily established him as one of Black Mask's enforcers, and the immediate superior of the group assembled at the docks that night.

The crew continued their grunt work, loading crate after crate on board the freight ship as fast as they could. After all, they didn't want to make Black Mask mad. Many of them, truth be told, hadn't ever seen Black Mask before, and if they had, it probably wasn't for very long. That being said, Black Mask's enforcers were scary enough, and the guy that bossed the enforcers around? He had to be the scariest of them all. Despite the imminent threat of being fed to the fishes, though, there was another pressing issue that gnawed into the minds of the hardened thugs, and that was the girl in the chair.

The girl in the chair was pretty young. Not a kid, but not old-old. College-age, maybe. She was wearing some sort of antiquated armor that the weebs among the gang recognized as being samurai armor, albeit highly-modernized, well-forged, crimson samurai armor. She had long brown hair and a black eye from Jim smacking her across the face with a nightstick. She was also tied to the chair, and was actively glowering at the goons. The girl, who was apparently some type of vigilante named 'Demonslayer', had been spotted in her hiding spot after her phone's ringtone went off- the most Gen Z way of being caught, it seemed. The thugs had quickly knocked her out cold and tied her to the chair. Apparently, this girl had been causing some trouble for Black Mask recently, and Black Mask wanted to speak to the vigilante girl in the near future. And by speak, he probably meant kill. And so, there she was, tied helplessly to a chair. Her magic sword, which had burned Bobby's hands badly, had been stuffed into a barrel of fish and left for the time being. Another gift for Black Mask. \

Shanks, the enforcer, watched his crew load the boat while simultaneously thinking about just how big of a promotion he would get. Not only was he moving thousands- no, millions of dollars worth of military-grade weapons out of Gotham City, but he had also captured a major thorn in Black Mask's side. Shanks rubbed his hands together, dreaming of his soon-to-be-purchased yacht, as he made his way over to his hostage. He hadn't gotten a chance to intimidate teenagers since he was a bully in high school. He missed those simpler times of swirlies and wedgies. Not that he didn't enjoy extortion and torture, but some nostalgia was always nice. Shanks leaned in, hands on knees, to lower his mask to just above the girl's eye level. "Enjoying the view of the water, twerp?" he taunted, before chuckling to himself.

To his surprise, though, the girl bit back. "It's pretty nice. Y'know what I don't enjoy, though? Your stench. Wash your mask or something, dude, jeez."

Shanks was almost hurt. "You're talking a lot of smack for a girl that got caught because her phone started blasting Destiny's Child. And also for a girl that's, I don't know, tied to a chair right now. "

"First of all, not my phone," Maya said quickly. "And second, have you ever considered that maybe I wanted to get captured? And that I have you exactly where I want you?" Maya added with a hefty dose of swagger, craning her neck to look straight into the eyeholes of Shanks's mask.

The enforcer chuckled. "Sure thing, girlie." He leaned in so that his mask was only a few inches away from Maya's face. "I call your bluff-"

Maya then headbutted Shanks square in the face, crushing his nose. As the enforcer staggered back, blood oozing from his nostrils, he looked up to see that Maya's hands were somehow untied, and she was holding her sword somehow. Before he could truly process the information, however, the girl had swung her blade low, chopping the ropes off of her feet, and then had charged forwards, slicing Shanks directly across the chest. The masked enforcer was hit by a wave of pain. Unimaginable, grueling pain. He howled as he dropped to the floor, clutching his chest wound, and Maya stepped over his downed body. She looked up at the shocked gang of thugs, who were slowly gearing up to fight, before looking down at the katana she clutched in her hand again. "You ready to kick some ass, Senshi?"

"I am prepared. In the future, though, please try to avoid being captured because of your cellular phone," the demon responded to Maya.

Maya grit her teeth. "I told you, it was intentional," she muttered before charging into action.

Maya's motions were swift, deliberate, but also controlled. Each slash was dampened in its ferocity and severity by Maya's restraint. Maya vastly preferred incapacitating people non-lethally. The curse of Blood Moon was more than enough to neutralize even the burliest of opponents with even the smallest scratch. As such, Maya quickly bounced from thug to thug, striking nimbly at each one before darting to another. Her movements were sudden and unpredictable, and it was impossible for any one goon to get a clear shot on her without endangering his or her buddies. Though she had hardly cut the men, they were all writhing on the ground in pain as Maya only just touched them with her sword. In a matter of minutes, Maya had sawed through the entire group of men, and she stood alone in a circle of downed, moaning goons. All in all, a success. Except for her black eye. That wasn't so great. Still, make-up could do wonders.

As soon as Maya sent the last man careening to the ground with just a pinprick to his neck, Maya immediately dropped Blood Moon to the ground and fumbled at her armor. A moment later, she pulled her phone from belt and began dialing a number in. From his position on the floor of the docks, Senshi scoffed. "You are a liar, wakai hito. I should have known you weren't setting a trap."

"Shut up, you stupid demon," Maya grumbled as she rested the phone to her ear. A moment later, she spoke. "Katana? Hi. Sorry for not picking up. You, well, you caught me at a bad time." Maya rested a hand on her bruised eye. "What's going on?" Maya listened quietly, phone resting against her ear. "Young Justice initiative? About time they reached out to me...I know, I know...of course, I can do it, Katana...watashi wa yakusoku shimasu, watashi wa junbi ga dekite imasu...roger that. Thank you, Katana. I won't let you down." Maya pulled the phone from her ear. "New level of crimefighting, here we come, Senshi! You excited?"

"Please remove me from this disgusting, fishy floor."

"Right," Maya said quickly, kneeling down and plucking the katana from the ground. She removed a polishing cloth from her belt, wiping the grime and faint traces of blood from the blade, before giving Blood Moon an effortless twirl. "Now, let's chop up some military firearms, and then let's blow this popsicle stand. I have a lot of calls to make, and a good bit of packing to do, too. Where the hell is a Rhode Island, anyway? Is that in Canada or something?"

M T . J U S T I C E

M A Y 2 8T H 2 0 2 1 | 1 0 : 0 0 A M | H A P P Y H A R B O R , R I

"Somebody say new teammates?"

Just as Brightheart asked Batman about the identities of the new members of the Young Justice team, a shimmer of light sparkled from the Zeta-Tubes, and out from the teleporter emerged Maya. Maya looked, for the most part, like your average teen girl. She had a red t-shirt with a large chibi cat face on it, a pair of faded jeans that was torn at the knees, and a pair of combat boots, one of which was untied and had its laces dangling on the floor. She had definitive oriental features, a healthy, athletic build, and long walnut-brown wavy hair. The only thing unusual about Maya was the fact that, clipped from her belt, hung an ornate koshirae, and sheathed inside was what appeared to be an equally-ornate katana.

As the light show from the Zeta-Tube behind her died down, Maya's features turned into a sly grin as she swiftly drew her katana, twirling it around her hand, before throwing the blade directly in the air. The sword spun like a helicopter blade, a cyclone of metal spinning in the air, and it shot upwards before descending down towards Maya. Maya simply leaned backward and opened her mouth, catching her sword between her teeth by the hilt. She smirked as she held the sword in her mouth, giving a coy wink over to the Tamoranean girl at the briefing, before dropping the blade back into her hand, holding the sword in a reverse grip.

"Maya Kobayashi," the girl introduced herself, giving the blade one more spin and twirling it around her body before sheathing it once again. "You can also refer to me as 'the Demonslayer.' Though I think just Maya will suffice." Maya gave a quick salute to Batman before taking her seat at the briefing. "Heard something about a circus? Sounds fun. So long as I'm not the bearded lady, at least." Maya scooted her chair back, crossing her legs and resting her feet on the edge of the conference table. She listened to the well-dressed young man speak about circus roles. "I work with sharp things. Knife throwing, maybe? I'll note that I actually throw knives and don't just conjure up illusions." Her gaze shifted onto Zach briefly, a playful smile on her face, before she spoke again. "If anybody wants to be strapped to the dartboard, we can do a two-man show."

Yes we're definitely still accepting!
Welcome and thanks for showing interest ^.^
The applications and free spots ratio is pretty steep though. We're looking at two open spots and about six applicants so far, not including yours.
Just let to you know, it's not to discourage you.

well now I have to apply just to prove I can be the RP CHAMPIONNNNN

Neato! Not going to hard commit, but I'm certainly interested, so I'll DM you what I have when I have it.
Heard through the grapevine that this was a fun RP. If you guys are still accepting I'd be interested in writing an application, perhaps.

September 21st, 2064
Aboard N-Train
Brookside, South Castle Island

Sonic blasts, at the right amplitude and aimed at the right place, could easily be lethal. If not resulting in casualties, sonic blasts were more than strong enough to snap bones as if they were balsa wood. Miles wasn't sure exactly how much damage had been done by the pirate, but it was pretty bad. Miles felt a wave of intense pain shoot through his body as he fell to the ground, body slumped against the wall, a few droplets of blood trickling from his lip. His right hand felt around his jacket as the man aimed the sonic blaster at him again. Though Miles was in pain, he was not in fear, as he had noticed the door to the traincar had opened, something the pirate clearly did not. Miles instead just closed his eyes as he heard a very loud crack, and when he re-opened them, he saw the armored man lying in a heap on top of his buddy.

The young hero gave a weak smile. "Th-that was pretty sick," Miles expressed fondly as he continued to pat his coat, eventually finding what he was looking for and removing it- a clear cylinder, about as long and somewhat thinner than a soda can, full of some sort of red liquid. Miles avoided Sophia's eye contact sheepishly. "Y-you might f-find this weird. Err, you c-can look away," Miles said with a tinge of red flooding his cheeks for the who knows time that afternoon, before pressing the cylinder to his lips and drinking the substance. If the sight wasn't disturbing, the clacking sound of bones welding themselves back together, would most certainly be enough to bother those that were not blessed with a particularly strong stomach. Miles' veins and eyes emitted a faint crimson glow. The vampiric teenager stood, stretching his arms. "Thanks for the hand, Soph," Miles quipped with more confidence now as he scooped up the downed pirate's sonic blaster, aiming it at the door. "Oh, and cover your ears," he added before firing a powerful blast at the door to the train's cab, knocking the door right off its hinges. Two pirates immediately rushed to see what the commotion was about, but they were promptly dispatched with another sonic blast that caused them to howl, clutch their ears, and topple over at Miles' feet.

"Looks like the conductor's down. Maybe you could amplify him or something?" Miles noted, his voice sounding more like Harrison Ford and less like Porky Pig as he stepped over the downed guards and entered the cab. Indeed, the conductor was also sprawled on the ground, his body occasionally twitching to show that he was not gone, just likely electrocuted very, very badly. Miles made his way over to the dashboard, running his fingers over the holographic keys. "Good news, still getting a read on the bomb, which means that whoever's defending it is doing a pretty good job. Sent out an alert to Assistant Director Blum, the police, and the ATF, so I think that means we're in the clear. Nice defense work." Miles propped himself up onto the table, running a hand through his coal-black hair and facing towards Sophia, presenting himself with a swagger that was simply not there before. Whatever was in that cylinder (hint: it was blood) had clearly caused some sort of change. Most likely temporary, but a change nonetheless.

"So, about those tapes," the pale youth said with a confident smirk. "I'd love to stop by and watch them. Maybe we could get a bite to eat, too? There's a new Fogo de ChΓ£o opened in New Athens, heard they have drones that zoom around with the meat skewers. Sounds sick," Miles proposed. "How does that sound?"

The extra dose of blood in Miles' system almost functioned as alcohol, inhibiting what would have been a wall of shame that would have prevented the offer from even coming from his mouth. However, blood did not grant Miles 360-degree vision, and with Miles facing inwards towards Sophia instead of outwards towards the window, he could not see that there was a woman standing on the tracks. The woman was massive (Miles would guess a few inches taller than himself), with coal-black skin, a muscular frame, cropped dark hair, and a huge silver prosthetic in place of her right arm. This woman was Commander Angela Woods, also known as Lightning Rod, a mercenary with the power to fire powerful bolts of lightning through her robot arm and a second-in-command to the Captain, Sam Everett. Miles also could not see that this woman was pointing her robot arm, which was equipped with a powerful cannon function, directly at the back of Miles' head, a thin blue laser reflecting through the traincar window's glass and lining up with the teenage hero's skull.

Meanwhile, inside the train car that the heroes were supposed to protect, an entire siege was underway. Shrieking blasts of sound resonated through the car as the soldiers fired, but a few of the pirates were incapacitated. One of them was smacked upside the head with a baseball bat and crashed into another, one was hit in the guts with a blast of ice and toppled to the ground, another was stuck inside the ceiling, and another pirate, very embarrassingly, had collapsed after having an allergic reaction to one of the chemicals in the vape smoke still lingering in the car. Despite their experience, the men were losing. Not only losing, but losing badly.

The sound of a chainsaw revving would quickly restore the morale to the remaining pirates.

A blue blade of energy slashed through the wall of the traincar, cutting a huge circle into the side of the car. When the new opening fell, standing there was a burly man wearing a shoddy leather mask and holding an energy chainsaw. One of the other Commanders of the Rocketeers, Sawyer Briggs, a.k.a. "Chainsawyer." Chainsawyer had gone on a killing spree back in the 40s before being caught, but the Rocketeers destroyed his prison transport vehicle, and inducted him into their cause. Chainsawyer is well-known in the criminal underworld for being absolute and totally insane.

Chainsawyer swung his laser-edge chainsaw behind him, cutting the coupling behind him and causing the caboose of the train holding the weapon to lurch away from the rest of the car. The deranged man revved up his chainsaw, looking at the four heroes onboard as he revved the blade. "It's time for some fun."

With that, Chainsawyer lurched forwards, swinging his dangerous lumber-cutting weapon around the room wildly. The tip of the blade caught Viper and sent a smattering of blood and guts across the inside of the car. The maniac turned before rushing directly at Marcie, chainsaw at the ready, with no qualms as to who his next victim was and in how many pieces they ended up in.

September 21st, 2064
Academy of Young Heroes
Lighthouse Island, Castleburg

The ringleader of the group, Ricky, the redhead (or alternatively, the one that was smoking profusely) made a face. "Too many questions. Seriously. I mean, did we kill people? Hell no. We don't do that shit. Did we get away with stuff? I mean, if I told you, I'd have to kill you," Ricky added with a smarmy smirk. "We've already discussed this, though, and we're not gonna be, like, goody two-shoes or anything. Superheroes are lame. You guys are getting schooled by robot cops. I mean, that's kinda embarassing right?" Ricky laughed as the rest of the kids murmured in ascent.

At that moment, there was a knock on the door, and Principal Lee stepped in for a moment. "I see you guys are already getting along! Isn't that just lovely? Anyway, why don't you guys head out to the yard? You can use all the equipment to show them how to use their powers for good! Plus, there's a bouncy castle out there! It was for another student whose power is jumping, but if there's one thing I love, it's multi-use items! That, and English literature, but I gave up those dreams a while ago." As Mrs. Lee spoke, she quite stealthily passed a piece of paper to the person nearest to her, which happened to be Lucas. The scrap of paper read:

planning 'fake' villain attack. show them how exciting superheroes can be. try not to do too much damage. pass it on.
Principal B. Lee

Principal Lee smiled warmly and handed Rory (like all teachers, she quickly picked favorites) the cell key, before turning to Jeremy. "Mr. Lindall, can I borrow you for a moment?" Principal Lee then walked off, leaving the rest of the kids to go play with their superpowers in the yard before guiding Jeremy off in a separate direction.

The yard was an excellent place to test powers out. A large open area in the courtyard of the building, with all sorts of small things set up. Obstacle courses, target practice, all sorts of things were spread out on the grassy area. On the rooftop of the building, a few individuals in fake SWAT armor examined the yard. They were masquerading as abductors as part of the plot to turn the kids over to the side of good, though in reality, they were part of a much more sadistic and evil occupation- orchestra teachers. Unfortunately, the Academy's funding for the arts leaves much to be desired, so the orchestra teachers were helping out for an extra check bonus tacked onto their salary for being human punching bags for these superhuman teenagers. It was like proctoring the SATs, except less painful.

Luckily there were no actual threats on the island, though, right?

Meanwhile, Principal Lee guided the older teacher in the opposite direction, back where they came from, towards the front of the school. As she walked briskly, she spoke a bit more casually, though it was clear that she was still quite stressed. "I hope you found your...I guess we can call it a sabbatical? Your sabbatical enjoyable. Or at least, you accomplished what you set out to do. We're glad to have you back, either way." Barbara gave a shaky, stressed smile as she opened the front doors of the building. "Anyway, somebody heard you were back and wanted to meet you."

Barbara stepped out onto the front lawn. There, in the late summer sky, an object was speeding towards the Academy; in fact, it was heading directly towards Jeremy. It was seeming more and more like the worst assassination attempt ever until the object swirled around midair and landed on the ground elegantly, revealing itself to be not an object, but a person, albeit one that was heavily armored with what appeared to be large black crystals welded together by some sort of purple energy. These strange crystals covered the entirety of the mystery person's body, including their head, with the crystals forming a strange, dragon-like mask. The mystery person glared directly at Jeremy for a few moments before snapping their fingers, and as if by magic, the crystals split apart and crumbled off the person's body. As the crystals fell, they shifted into each other and compacted into a small cube of black crystals, revealing the person beneath the armor as a slender young woman in her early 20s, wearing a dark bodysuit. She had bushy mahogany-brown hair, pointed Asiatic features, green eyes, and a healthy smattering of freckles.

Anybody in Castleburg that didn't know who this girl was had either been living under a rock for the past year or was on some sort of crazy adventure, as the biracial young lady was none other than Cloudrunner, the famed S-tier superhero, world-class telekinetic, and one-half of the famous Hero Twins alongside her partner Dimension. To those that knew her, though, she was just Jenna Rees, the daughter of two well-known superheroes, a prodigal pianist, polyglot, and all-around nerd.

She was also a hugger, which was evidenced by the fact that as soon as the armor had escaped her person, she engulfed the older man in a hug. "Mr. Lindall! It's been forever! How are you? Oh, Mom and Dad said hi, by the wall. Charlie also told me to say hi, but he's...well, you know what he's like. I heard you were back from your trip and I had to come to say hello! How have you been? What was it like? Where did you go? I have a lot of questions. But I'm so glad you're back safe and sound!"

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Uh Hitman. Sorry if you missed this. I just needed an opinion on it.

It does say in your OOC post that it still needs touching up. I'd prefer everything be complete before being presented.
Hey any chance I can join the Discord while I wait on a spot? I just like chatting along with the story.

Also I have a concept for Starbright as a background NPC character sort of thing. It won't take up narrative room but more just what hes up to now, if you all want that.

Good news for you, there now IS a new spot ready for you, so feel free to hop on in.
@canaryrose you're fired
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