Title: Heroes Site?!
Description: Needs an RPG
Description: Needs an RPG
Cuchalinn - June 27, 2008 06:41 AM (GMT)
Genre: TV Show/Cross Over: Heroes
Difficulty: Intermediate-Advanced
Type(s) of Creature(s):
Preferred Rating: PG-13 or up
Preferred Number of Members/Activity: Just starting or well active
Preferred Time where RPG is set in: Doesn't matter
Other Notes: I'm up for a heroes rpg, or possibly a similar super powered rpg.
RP Sample:
Difficulty: Intermediate-Advanced
Type(s) of Creature(s):
Preferred Rating: PG-13 or up
Preferred Number of Members/Activity: Just starting or well active
Preferred Time where RPG is set in: Doesn't matter
Other Notes: I'm up for a heroes rpg, or possibly a similar super powered rpg.
RP Sample:
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| Maverick energy danced lazily across fingertips, wisps of colored power dissipating into the aether in small gasps, yet leaving so much more still active behind. Each palm representing a polar extreme in violent and virulent vibrations, the energy danced and whirled waiting for the strikefall, the clasping of conjoined hands in a first step into a waltz of death, which would entwine with the steps of dust and debris storming into the atmosphere after impact. It was a seismic symphony of structural seduction, and quite an apt tune for the way in which the day was being turned out. Arclight studied the disengenuine interloper softly, canting her head to the side in quiet amusement, her sickening grin faltering into lopsided pursed lips, considering. Which took all of a scant second for the ex-soldier to come to the same decision as before: finality? This habitation was an aberration in the natural order of things, and one, which would not stand. Its very ambiance grated against the mercenary’s better sensibilities, being here was nauseating, and there was only one thing to be done with a sickness. Extirpate it. An intrinsic accord reached over the diminutive deliberation, Arclight concluded with a glance to stay the course. Floodgates opened as the gathering musical storms conflagrated, power washed out of Arclight’s hands as she slammed her palms together in a thunderous cacophony, firing off a wave of dismantling, scintillating, and proliferating energies; designed not to kill, but to deconstruct. Smattered window panes and battered window frames aside, the house behind the boy and his would-be-saviour still stood, and that made it a useful element of the environment. Thunderclap shockwaves were pitched to override the structural integrity of the concrete foundations and framework. The energy would pass quite harmlessly by the mortals (aside from an unpleasant, roaring earful,) however there would be a rather alarming creaking sound as the house began to strain against supporting its own greater mass. Now as to why Arclight might do this thing, as to why to be here in this place…? Well the answer was as simple as a straight line. The greatest congregation of closely quartered non-combatants was gathered at the community church’s weekly communal. And when enacting out actions for terrorist organizations, the greater the collateral damage in non-hostiles, the better. Non-hostiles were the targets anyway, since their non-hostility was subversive and treacherous. Their ideas of intermixing with a lesser species, of tainting the gene pool with inferiority and weakness was all anathema to everything the Lord M was trying to bring about. In that way the non-hostility became hostility. Arclight was here to deal with their blasphemy, to wipe out their sickness before it could spread. Or at least that was her professional and official raison d’etre for being here. Her ultimate destination being the Church: the community pillar which supported these blasphemers, the anchor which stayed them from wandering to a better path, and of course it was their primary symbol for hope and unity. Symbols are a dangerous thing. Symbols can outlive their originators, becoming the physical cancer behind the wrong ideas. And the quickest way for Arclight to reach her ultimate goal was straight through the town, through the interloper, and through the child. Which is really an over complication of the most honest truth in the woman’s actions. The penultimate reason for her being here: she just liked to hurt things. What were they compared to her anyway? Arclight was perfection of form and power, an alpha of the highest order. She could but snap her fingers and the very winds would howl in agony, tap her foot and the very earths would bellow in terror, smash a fist and all opposition would drop in dissolution and despair. Compared to others, she was as a god, and an active one at that. She didn’t truly hold a candle to Magneto’s ideals in her blackest of blacker hearts. Mutant or human alike as long as they suffered and died, what did it matter? So long as they suffered like she had suffered, so long as they suffered so that she might never have to suffer again, so long as they suffered and she did not: that was what mattered in the end. The rest was only pleasing side effects: one less child in the world to annoy her, one less interloper to delay her immediate gratification in achieving her own ends. Simple and fatalistic logics, just the way she liked them. Of course simplicity in her logic didn’t mean she’d make an end for these two too simple. She eagerly anticipated the building collapsing on them, all so that they wouldn’t die immediately (or at least she hoped they wouldn’t.) Instead the rubble-strewn refuse would weigh down upon their fragile bodies and slowly crush the life out of them over many, many long and ghastly hours. In the mean time Arclight would be free to exsanguinate just about every last miserable retch in this misbegotten hellhole of a commune. That was what Arclight planned as she released her waves of sonic destruction in nigh simultaneity to the interloper’s own assertive actions. |
Frosty - July 2, 2008 03:51 PM (GMT)
Skygate RPG definitely isn't based on the Heroes TV show, but it is a superhero-type game where you may find a few similar themes (as in, WTF is going on with all these people?). Check it out if you like!
mephieface - July 3, 2008 12:31 PM (GMT)
I can't help you with the heroes, unfortunatly, but I come baring offerings of Colourblind. It's a marvel/dc crossover, with an interesting plot.
- The American dream seemed far fetched and unrealistic for a lot of people, but for some, it was firm in their grasp...and it was bowing to their will. One of the most prominent was Lex Luthor.
Three years previously, Lex had developed a virus; a mutant and metahuman killing disease known as the "L-Virus". Along the way, lives were snatched away from innocent people, due to the chaotic, paranoid mind of one buissness tycoon, but some survived, and were set on revenge.
Batman, known to most as the 'Dark Knight', normally spending most of his time in the recluse of the night; hunting petty criminals and tangling with The Joker, stumbled upon an opportunity. Bruce Wayne, the alter ego, a Billionare one at that, provised that the inter-dimensional time stream could be filtered and manipulated to travel through time using machinery, using the intelligence of one man. He was right. Bruce set to work, while ooutside, people were dying rapidly due to an ever growing exposure to the L-Virus. It was a race against the clock. Determination prevailed.
The Justice Lords (an alternate time version of the Justice League) were bought to this time. The Justice Lords had already lived through one L-Virus epidemic and conquered it. It seemed that only their help would save this world now.
And help it did. With the Justice Lords' aid, and a futuristic antidote, the L-Virus was eradicated, and couldn't bring harm to Super Humans or Mutants any longer.
Of course, it didn't stop there.
The year is 2013, and this is Colourblind.