Closet Heroes and villains

[cats]

OOC: Okay let me start by saying this is a self managing plot, I don't currently have much of a fixed plan besides whats bellow and that gives players plenty of leeway as that is open.

back story: Humans were created with an unlimited potential, something that their creators never expected them to realize or use, until they were needed. The creators were wrong.

In the eleventh generation of man, arose Embition, a blue haired and violet eyed human who had reached a level of perfection that threatened the purpose of man, and that was something the creators weren't going to allow.

The creators took Embition apart from humanity and locked the unlimited potential inside mankind.

Though some called man a flaw the larger consent of the creators was that man may still prove useful, but they would have to be tested later, when the time was right. Now in this modern day the time is finally right.

Few points.

1)The back story I may add to, when I do this I will simply post back story instead of my character. Now every one who's a player simply experiences this as a dream or vision which you can express how you want them to. They will most likely be vague, hard for the character to understand and of very poor sensory quality.

2) This is going to be a super hero thread, and no powers are off limits because there are no limits. How ever at the start of this thread they are just more then people, and limits are very real, so they should slowly discover what power they have over the first few posts. For the start remember less is more.

3) Closet being in the name is just a guide line which may eventually be done away with when the chosen people feel they can handle themselves, but remember limits are very real and early on nothing stops a character from being arrested, subdued, or shot in the head. There are reasons to act quietly.

4) Should of mentioned earlier that not all people are being tested, only a chosen few are being tested, and back story may reveal who eventually.

That sums up the basic, please post here or pm me if your interested.

 

[hybirdx]

Okay, I'm in (I'll just a old character from a different super hero thread.

Name: Kevin Zeppher
Age: 19
Hair: Dark red
Eyes: Emrald green
Powers: Uknown just yet. But his hands does seem to be pulsating kinetic heat for some reason.

Build: A average 19 year old build. But for some reason he's constantly wearing jackets and baggy pants, keeping the hood over his head, and his hands shoved in his pockets.

Bio: Kevin is definetly a perfect specimen for the old saying, "from the wrong side of the railroad tracks". He's always picked on at school by both students and teachers. Now, after 2 years of being a super senior, Kevin is about to graduate and finnaly escape the life that is slowing draging him down into the abyss of insanity.

But lately, Kevin has been feeling odd, as if his body has been going through a odd change, and is having vision that seems completely strange to him. Whats going on with him?

I kept Kevin's powers in the dark, just to make it that much more interesting.

 

[TumbleUpStairs]

*jumps on the bandwagon....ish...thing...with a chara from other off-line RPs*

Name: T'lon Harot
Age: 19
Hair: Black
Eyes: Grey, Mood; darker when sad, lighter when mad
Typical Attire: Ankle-length trenchcoat, typically buttoned all the way down. Silver clasps in place of buttons, lots of hidden pockets. Bulky black boots that clasp down the front similarily to trench.
Dictinctive Mark: Tatoo of celtic knot on the back of his neck

Bio: T'lon's parents died when he was sixteen and he's been living on his own ever since. He has a job in the tatoo parlor where he got his tatoo, and an extremely high tolerence for pain. His major downfalling is that he can't seem to feel emotions very well, but when he does they only show themselves after days or weeks of stewing and boiling until he explodes. When he does, it's typically violent.

He's long felt a desire to help people emotionally, but has never really seemed to be able to until recently...


(if anything about T'lon grates the nerves or if he won't fit in somehow, tell me )

 

[Lusendro]

Name: Paul
Age: 23
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Green
Powers: Upon losing his job Paul became angered and passed out when he awoke everything around him had been torn apart, walls were cracked, furniture broken, books thrown around that sorta thing. Paul has no memory of it could this be a connection to a secret power?

Bio: Paul has never been in any serious trouble in his life. He has a clean criminal record. But lately things have been beggining to go down hill for him. For a start his wife left him but that was ok it was taking half his property that ticked him off, then he had lost his job which really did hit him hard then the black out. Come to think of it he did see something...a vision?

 

[cats]

Okay up until the next vision which should be soon the name of the game will probably be meet and greet.

This is just general advice, for your power pick somthing specific you want, say flying, then look at how you can get it done. Wind control, anti gravity, telekenis, and so forth. Pick one and thats essentailly the theme for your powers right now. As the story progresses you'll have plenty of chances to unlock other parts of that power or pick a second or even third theme. This is in many ways a character growth based thread. There is no need to tell any one your theme either.

name: Robert Smith
Skin: slight tan
Hair: blone
Eyes: brown
Attire: PE uniform shirt and blue jeans, he's normally wearing it because of dresscode vilolations. Other wise his shirt will say something profane.
Build: Fit, he is the best track and feilder.
Height: 6'
age: 17

BIO: Robert is the typical student, he's lazzy and doesn't do his work, and then plays tackle foot ball when then PE coach isn't looking. His grades are just high enough for him to remain on the track and feild team where he does high jump and 400m race.

 

[cats]

Robert Smith

IC: A dark figure stands on top of a mountian, around him a group of voices sounds off, "Embition, you have endangered your purpose. And for this you must be retrained." A great number of bolts of light fly outward from Embition quickly leaveing veiw. Then there is darkness and at it's center a fallen shade, that must be Embition. A slight blue tint on long hair the covered torn shreds of what I imagine was clothing around the figure. Then the figure was gone, leaveing only a darkness, and myself alone in it.

A beeping noise was heard off into the distance, I reached voer to it and hit it hard. The clock stopped beeping and I rolled over and lifted msyelf out of bed. "I hate that clock." I then went about prepareing for school.

 

[Killingmoon]

OOC:
Mind if I join?

Name: Liliana Parker
Age: 22
Height: 5'10
Weight: 130
Apperance: a division II college volleyball player, Lili has a long lean build, toned from head to toe. Her peaches and cream complexion is flattered by strawberry blonde hair and clear blue eyes.
Occupation: Student/Athlete
Bio: Liliana is a star athlete, powerful serves, high jumps...As a student she's majoring in Biology with a minor in Philosophy.
She's always been a bright girl, but despite everything she can be a bit shy off the court.

 

[cats]

OOC:

I don't mind at all, please join as stories are much less fun when they only invovle one gender your greatly apreciated.

Okay quick group survey, do you want a formal ooc or do you mind questions and comments being here? I abstain from voteing.

 

[hybirdx]

OOC: We might as well do the ooc here, (It'll eventualy end up that way anyways, why prolong it?)

IC:

Kevin walked on the abandoned railroad tracks as usual, heading to school.He kept a wobbly balance as hecareful, yet hasty steps. He kept his hands shoved in his yellow and black jacket as usual. And as usual, he was lost in thought, but this time for a different reason.

'What was up with that dream last night,' Kevin thought. 'It felt so... Real. As if I was there.' Kevin hopped off the rail and started on a beaten path, taking only a few minutes to arrive at school. He gave a long, silent sigh as he passed other students.

"Freak"

"Mutant"

'Same ol', same ol'. Its always like this.'

"Geek"

'Oh, that hurt.'

 

[DarkThoughts01]

(ooc: Time for me to drop in.Yo >.> )

[Character:

Name: Victor Redfield
Age: 17
Hair: Black
Eyes: black,red tinted lately
Skin: pale but not disgustingly so
Distinguishing marks: low tolerance for light,sunglasses in the dark,that sort of thing.

Bio: Victor Redfield was just your average college Liberal,ranting and raving at the unfairness of the world,while accepting it and working his lame lil 5-9 job.Lately though, Some strange things have been happening. He feels more peaceful in the dark then the light,He's lost that tan he's been working on,And he shot up a few inches.An aversion to sunlight has made him stay indoors for most of midday,and he wears dark-tinted sunglasses even at night or in the dark.

Another disturbing event,he noticed, was that instead of admiring a particularly fine specimin of the "gentler" sex,He was startled to find he was admiring their neck a bit to much,instead of their other.....attributes.

And another thing,those dreams...Dreams of a moonlight sky,of chasing and hunting,the exhiliration of movement...and then a feeling of entrapment,of encagement.{end Character}
]


IC:

Victor grumbled as he wandered out towards his car,juggling college books,his laptop,a cup of hot chocolate(not a fan of coffe) and a donut in one hand while trying to unlock and open the car door with the other.He worked the car door open witha curse and slid most of the things inside to the opposite seat,wolfing the donut down and drinking the hot chocolate,letting teh burning sensation travel down his throat and warm his belly.He dumped the empty glass on teh floor with the carelesness of a bachelor college student wiht no date prospects and shifted the sunglasses on his nose,even though the day was cloudy and overcast.Dammit,his eyes felt so scratchy,the glasss still let light creep in aorund the edges.What was wrogn with him?was it some wierd genetic disease that made him susceptible to UV rays or something?
He shrugged it off and started the car,pulling out slowly and driving the 15 minutes to his college classes.

He passed bya group of college girls,and slowed a bit.These were the popular girls of course.The sorority Sisters.He found himself gazing at the expanse of skin bared on the back of a brunette's neck,the hair cut short,a meager protection against...against what?He felt his blood boil,but not with a lust but a hunger,an expectation of a hunt,the thrill of the predator.

He shook his head roughly and shook himself out of it,speeding up adn leaving the girls behind.

 

[hybirdx]

Kevin sat down and grunted. The day was going to be like any other. Teachers giving him false F's, students calling him names, (and probaly beating him up, AGAIN) girls laughing at him, this and that. And what makes it worst is the fact every bodie, including the schools higher powers, know it!

Suddenly, Kevin's ears picked up laughter, he knew exactly who's voices they belonged to. In fact, he once had a crush on one of them. The other just pissed him the hell off, which is extreamly hard to do.

"Oh looked, the freak is early, as usual."

'And the bitch swings the bat!' "Hello Stace..."

"Oh wow! He actualy talks!"

'Yeah, and you can actualy keep your legs closed!'

"Hello Kevin."

Kevin turned his head. Although his sad, brooding look was still plastered on his face, he was definetly surprized. 'She's... Talking to me? Megan's talking to me?'

"..."

"Great, the dork goes silent again!" Kevin gave a sharp glare at Stacy. "Whatever..." Stacy draged Megan to thefar side of the room as the bell rung, and the rest of the cllass piled in along with the teacher.

 

[Killingmoon]

Liliana quickly changed out of her practice clothes and into her street clothes, trading short black spandex shorts and a tank top for dark denim low rise jeans and a burgundy v-neck top.

"Hey Lili, nice hustle out there!" Briana, a leggy brunette remarked as she dashed by.

She was gone before Lili could reply, so she gathered up the rest of her things and headed towards the campus library....

She wandered across the quad in her own little world, thinking about practice...about her dreams...there had been some weird things going on lately...

 

[Stigma]

OOC: May I?

Name: Devon Sprenta
Age: 18
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 150
Hair: Black
Eyes: Navy Blue
Clothing: Usually something loose and comfortable, lots of Death Metal and Rock propaganda on his shirts. Most of his pants have chains and belts hanging off.
Powers: He hears voices, but everyone says its psychological and he pretty much believes it. It's more of a medium ability to hear the dead speak. Once he learns what it is, he may be able to use it to scare people.
Markings: A single word tattooed above his heart, "Sorrow"



IC: The silver chains on his pants jingled and clattered as he walked. He wasn't much to talk to, he had friends, quite a few actually, but didn't really put his expressions or conversations into words. He used his hands to acknowledge people, to get angry at people, and to reply to people.

His class this time was Psychology, he majored in History, but he was especially fond of the human mind as well. Ever since he went to highschool, he's been getting weird whispers in his head, most of them saying, "why? why did it happen?" He still can't get them to stop, but he's managed to block most of them out.

As he stepped into class, a rather chubby looking student in a trench coat shouted, "Devon! Did you see the fight?" Devon shook his head, but the student continued, "Aw man it was great, some punk kid got in a fight with a football jock head." Devon lifted his eyebrow and then laughed a bit before sitting down at a desk. The chubby kid and another kid sat down on each side of Devon.

As the professer stepped in, he yanked out a notebook with sharpie markings all over it, mostly band names and lyrics he tried to come up with.

 

[cats]

Robert Smith

IC: I walked by Devon deciding weather or not to piss him off, I decided I wouldn't do it with his friends right there, not while I had Kevin to pick on any ways.

Class started and our teacher took out his answer key and pretended to act smart. He began to scribble equation after equation on the board students periodical asking why they missed it on there home work. I tore off a bit of paper crumpled it up and tried to toss it into the collar of Kevin's shirt.

 

[hybirdx]

Kevin was starting to dose off. He's been doing it alot lately, as if his body was having an allergic reaction to so much light. He was about to fall asleep when he felt something hit his neck. "Hunh...?"

Kevin looked down. 'A wad of paper? A liitle imature... Don't you think?' Kevin grabed the middle of his shirt, and yanked it lightly to pop the paper off, then went back to his work. Then it hit him again. 'Son of a...' Kevin heard something comming torwards him. With out even thinking he lifted his hand, tured it to the side, and grabed the piece of paper.

'Whoa...'

 

[TumbleUpStairs]

On an OCC note: I'm going to play a girl too! YAY!

Name: Euphoria Welting*
Age: 16
Height: 5 foot
Weight: 110
Build: small. Slender, gently figured
Hair: bright red, straight, to waist
Eyes: bule-violet
Attire: baggy pants typically worn at the knees, light in color, dark undershirt, long sleeve, patterened shirt, short sleeve, extra-large men's hawiian-style shirt, unbuttoned, typically solid-colored.
*Her mother was a hippie, and belived in names like that.

IC
T'lon:

T'lon wasn't in school. He was busy etching a name onto a flinching biker's arm with needles of color. "So who's Fiona?" he asked the biker.
"Girlfriend." the man replied, then bit his lip slightly, lip ticing with every pierce of his skin.
"So what happens if you two break up and this is still on your arm?" T'lon asked, not looking up from his work. The biker paused, thinking.


Euphoria:

Euphoria closed her locker and avoided looking at her watch. She knew she was late, she didn't need to be reminded of it. She looked away from the wall of steel doors and down the hall. Dammit.
"Euphoria, you're late. Again." The dean was standing right in front of her.
"Yeah..." she sighed.
"My office. Now, please." The dean set off down the halland Euphoria trailed him slowly, kicking at the floor.

 

[Stigma]

Devon lifted his head as Robert stepped by, he didn't know much, but he knew that he was up to something. Shrugging his shoulders, he opened up his notebook and started flipping to the last page that was used. The last page used had a giant 'W' written on it. Strangely enough, he flipped to the next page to find an 'H' and the next page, a 'Y'. He flipped along the pages until he had none left. The letters in his books spelled out, "WHY DID IT HAPPEN?"

Devon leaned back in his chair and stared at the book with a perturbed look. He looked up at the professor who was finishing the assignment on the board. He rose his hand and then motioned his head to the door. The professor sighed, "Alright, five minutes."

Devon stood up and left the room and went into the bathroom. He turned on the water and washed his hands once before looking up in the mirror at himself. He looked almost grim as a ghost.

 

[hybirdx]

Kevin brushed off the odd feeling of him catching the paper, and quickly went back to work. But for some reason, he kept on picking up different combersations.

"Hey, I heard a fight went down earlier."

"Yeah, that neard actualy put up a decent fight! Still got whiped though."

"Hey, We're going to jump the freak during lunch, you in?"

"Of course!"

"Megan, why the hell did you try to talk to that mutant freak?"

"Oh come on, he's not that bad, he's just a little weird."

"A LITTLE?""

"Shh! What if the prof. heres us?"

Kevin covered his ears, but the whisperes were getting louder, so loud his brain was about to blow a fuse. Then the bell rang.

"Okay, your homework is to read page 64, dismissed."

Kevin shot out of his desk and ran torwards the bathroom. He filled one of the sink to the brim, and dunked his head in it, then yanked it out and looked at the mirror. "Wh-what going on?!"

 

[Stigma]

Devon looked at himself briefly in the mirror before he heard the bell ring. He sighed and shook his head, thinking it might be time to leave. He heard a noise; glancing to his right, he saw the door to the bathroom shoot open. It was Kevin, he didn't know much about him, in fact he wasn't even part of the masquerade that made fun of him. He didn't like making fun of people that much.

He stepped over and looked down at Kevin as he asked his questions. He opened his mouth and spoke softly, "Whats wrong?" He didn't speak much, one of the few times anyone would hear him speak.

 

[hybirdx]

Kevin flinched a bit, 'Ah! Too loud! Too loud!' Kevin shook his head, holding his ears. "Ah.... Its my ears, my ears, they're going hay wire!"

Not only were his ears going off on him, but his pounding headache became worst, and his hand were burning again. 'Wait... No, stop!' The mirror in front of them began to shake, then crack. 'Stop, stop, stop, STOP!!!' The shaking mirror sudden came to an hault, and Kevin slumped. "What... What the hell...?"

 

[Stigma]

He stood there, somewhat in disbelief, as Kevin shook and convulsed holding his head like there was something wrong with him. He hadn't seen someone so dramatic in his life.

After Kevin finished his little episode, Devon put a hand on his shoulder and leaned down a bit. His face went stern as he focused somewhat on his features and then frowned lightly, "Filled with Sorrow," was all he said before he walked towards the bathroom door.

 

[hybirdx]

Kevin took a few deep breaths before standing up. "Filled with Sorrow?" Kevin walked over to the sink and splashed himself with cold water before walking out the door and into the mess hall. 'It happened again... And once more, it was in front of somebody! This isn't good... Not good at all...'

Kevin was too busy trying to figure what was wrong with him to notice a foot stick out. Kevin stumbled over the foot and fell violently into his tray of food, right into the mashed potatos.

"Had a nice fall freak?"

Kevin pushed him self up to his knees and wiped the mashed potatos off, ignoring the whole room laughing at him. "Yeah, real pleasent..."

The jock that triped him got up, and yanked Kevin to his feet. "Were you back talking to me dork?"

'I'm getting sick of this...'

"Yeah, I said shove off!"

 

[Stigma]

Devon moved into the lunch room and went to the vending machines. He wasn't a fan of school food, so he usually got chips and a soda. He inserted his change and pressed the Dr. Pepper button which unloaded a cold Dr. P. He reached down and picked it up and took a long sip before hearing the clatter and commotion going on.

The laughter only made him realize who it was. He pushed through the crowd and examined the confrontation. The jock and Kevin were about to go down, this tickled a fancy within him. Just then he felt a twinge of sorrow in his mind, one whisper that said, "Don't do it..." Devon shook his head lightly and then glanced at Kevin. Just as he did, the voice shot through his mind again, this time, it was more audible, it even would rack through Kevin's ears as it repeated, "Don't do it....." Even more silent was another voice, "Why did it happen?"

 

[Killingmoon]

Liliana decided to forgo the library in favor of studying out on the quad.
She found a nice spot under a sprawling oak and opened up her Biology book....


All of the genetic mutations looked at through the last 2 pages more or less have a negative impact and are undesired, however, in some cases they can prove advantageous.

She paused for a moment taking a sip of water from her water bottle, glancing around the open lawn before returning to her studies....

 

[TumbleUpStairs]

IC
Euphoria

Euphoria had spent the last few hours in the dean's office, pretending to listen while he lectured her about how important attendance was and how much this was affecting her grades and blah de blah de blah...there had been a call to her Aunt Heather (whom she was living with), and more yet more lecturing.

When she was finally set free she pulled her water bottle from her backpack, drained the whole thing and went wandering. She had already missed her other classes. Her feet brought her to the school's pool, which was deserted. After a moment of hesitation she rolled up her pants, pulled off her socks and sat with her feel in the water, enjoying the flowing feel between her toes.

Her mind drifted through idle thoughts for a time, then settled down on the wierd dreams she had been having. She believed very much in dreams. They told things about people. But this one was just...wierd.

T'lon

"All done." he pumped the chair back down and the biker stood. "Pay at the counter." The biker grunted an acknowledgement and once he was gone T'lon's shift was over. He clocked out and began his walk across town, back towards his house.
At length he passed a school with a large grassy area. It was dotted with the typical, school-issue trees. T'lon paused on the sidewalk, looking through the fence, watching the students mill about. He felt a deep sense of longing, but pushed it down into his deeper depths and contained it there. He wasn't able to finish school and he knew it.