I feel like an idiot, I forgot how to PM people. Is it start a new conversation?
Oh, well my rogue character is not going to be very comic book-y. Can he have an arch nemesis that another rogue has?
I know the definition, I just dont know why we should have one.
Heads up BW, your pic link for the savage is broken. Im also making a rogue character, but I'm not sure if I'll post it or not. Also, I don't entirely grasp the 'Archnemesis' thing.
Ooc:Seeing that Operator's out, I'm going to ignore the message he wrote on his arm. Hopefully he won't mind when he comes back. IC: He was still comically stuck there, punching the earth, doing what ever he could as he gritted his teeth in his struggle to rid himself of the earth's grab. "Dang it, I just haaaad to run out of power--C'MON!" He felt his arm get grabbed by somthing--someone. Enerjak looked up to see himself grabbed by the Operator, the new guy that came in earlier. Suddenly, he felt strange, like he was being lifted out of the hole. Looking down, he discovered that the hole was un-holeing itself. "Whoa..." He landed, and looked back at the Operator. "Thanks. Those are some neat powers." He turned back to the mech in time to see someone on a bike crash in to the mech. "Another one?!" He yelled. Boy, they were getting a ton of new allies today. Not that it was a problem, just that, well, a little warning could of helped. And then, oh, that nickname. "Excuse you, buttmunch, but do I look like Twilight Sparkles to you?" He growled at the new guy, though not truly intend on beating his face in. Just a nickname, right? Words don't hurt him, nope, not Enerjak. He just noticed that Runner had placed his frisbees on multiple areas of the mech. He grinned, knowing what they were. He's seen them before. Those weren't just dog toys, those were-- "BLOW!!!" "That's what she s--" That joke would never get old. The explosion drowned out the rest of his sentence as he crossed his arms, watching the light show, and just about to clap when he heard claps that weren't his. He didn't even start yet. He looked around, trying to find who was doing it, then decided he must've been hearing things. When he looked back to see Dragoness crash in to the mech, bringing it down, he smiled. "Now that's what I'm talking about! Whooho--ANOTHER ONE? Oh wait, that's the Ghoul." It took a second to register what he had just said and heard. The Ghoul had just single-handedly, with a grappling hook, ripped off one of the mech's wires. "Wohoa!" Although a task like that would've been easy for him, he was still impressed at the way he did it. Sure, judo-flip a wire, why not? He looked closely at the disconnected wire, and noticed electricity flowing out. "Hmm...Wonder what I--nah, not me, but maybe..." Dragoness had better control over electricity than Enerjak did. Was it possible to shut down the mech using amplified shock? He wasn't even sure if she could do that. Overall, the idea seemed pretty stupid, but hey, at this point, anything was worth a try. "How good are you with those?" He looked at Runner who was talking to Archer. Noticing his frisbees and that Runner was referring to his weapons, he caught on quite fast. "Huh, well, looks like we'll go with plan A first. I don't know about you guys, but I'm not sure I can help without my powers. I'm sitting this round out." He jumped on to a lamp post, and hanged upside down using his legs, waiting and humming to himself. "Well, this will get boring fast..." He hated having to recharge like a battery. It made him feel useless, and he wanted to help, but how could he knowing that not even his superhuman strength was probably feeble against the just-operating mech? "If ya need me, give me a shout." He closed his eyes, waiting for his powers to come back. He'd know when, and when he did, maybe there was time for him to let it all out.
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Character Name: Poke Age/Appearance: 15 Level/Weapon: C3. Second weapon is a watch that can transform to a wrist-mounted mine thrower. It throws mines that can be detonated by buttons on it, and it looks like a black box with a hole that looks like a fat CD. It also seems to be able to fit in more mines than it should. Transdimensional engineering? Hey, it's the Golden Space Age. Biography/Personality: He didn't have a very good life. His mother and father were on Earth fighting, so he was raised by his ex-military uncle. His uncle taught him about mechas and how they worked, however, believing in 'learning on the job', and wanting him to be in the military to help his parents, his uncle put him through survival training during his early teens time. He left him alone in the forests at random dates, with nothing but a backpack full of limited resources. In the wild, he learned how to live on his own. He managed to keep away from the dangerous creatures, and when his uncle came to pick him up one day, he decided that it was time he get him enrolled in to the academy. Despite his weird past, Poke manages to find time to have fun, be happy, and crack jokes. Not everyone likes an energetic comedian, but Poke doesn't seem to care about those people's opinions, he just gets on easily. Laidback, he proved himself to be a skilled pilot, thanks to quick thinking, maintaining a cool head, and possibly, luck. Mecha Name/Appearance: Blackout Mecha Abilities: Surprisingly agile and, strangely, slippery, Blackout was made mostly for suppressive fire; to tire out the opponent to near-defeat. It's weapon potential is low compared to most mechas. Blackout has 4 turret guns, 2 mounted on his shoulder pads and 2 on the sides of his thighs, 10 hidden missile launchers in his left 'wing' that can automatically be replaced during battle, and a powerful plasma cannon in his mouth strong enough to destroy a small city block, but there is a long charge time. In his right wing there's a hidden foldable blade that can be used to strengthen his melee attacks. Thanks to it's unusually high agility level, Blackout can perform many different combos of attacks like in fighting games(Street Fighter, Tekken, etc.). Mecha Oversoul: When activated, his right-wing blade is super-heated so that it can cut through not anything, but a lot of tough stuff, amping his melee power. Both of his wings have hidden compartments(from the turret to near the tip, it's the white-red part with the symbol on it)that can only be opened by Oversoul, and what's inside? You're probably expecting a giant sword, but Blackout doesn't have hands. Inside is a ridiculous number of little mini baby Blackouts barely the size of a human that were mostly made to frustrate and tire out the opponent. And just to annoy the crap out of people, Poke had them installed with loud music players. Never know what's coming out of there. The mini-Blackouts can also emit electricity that creates powerful amounts of shocks, although they sometimes blow up when they're done. And last but not least, the ultimate plasma cannon. It receives an upgrade that greatly reduces its charge time, and the beam is blue instead of red, meaning that it gets a lot hotter and a lot more powerful. Other: Totally didnt steal from MGR. Poke kept the Automaton, just in case.
"Any ideas?" Rant. I won't lie, I'm being hypocritic when I say this, but rant to her. Tell her that you're not blowing things out of proportion, it's the fact that you have a (I don't mean this in any offensive way if you took offense I am so sorry)mental issue that's the cause of it. Tell her that she needs to stop acting like it's nothing when it's something that seriously affects you. If she won't listen then do something that will definitely get her attention and make her think seriously about it, like screaming at her, although if it gets you in trouble then I'm not sure that's a good idea. Hope you convince your mother, and while you're probably going to stay with the fear of noises for quite some time, I hope you atleast get some luck to a solution to that problem.
Well, if I were in your shoes, hmm...Well, first, since you mentioned that part where he angers you to the point of ripping your hair off, I'd message him telling him to leave me alone. Maybe tell him that you like the other guy too if you haven't already. If that won't work, then say that no matter what you do i wont be yours then block him, but make sure that you tell him first, and maybe add in that pestering someone is more likely to scare them off than attract them to you. Yeah, I am not good with this kind of advice, but it's what I'd do. Hope this helps.
Spitballing is good. Originality is even better. C'mon, old autobots vs decepticons is starting to get old. How bout something new? A shaky alliance to take on something bigger and badder? That'd make a good plot.
I doubt I'd actually make one, but if I do, I might as well have atleast a base for a plot. Let's start throwing ideas around, guys!
No time left, he had to run now. He almost started, but he felt someone hold on to his shoulder. Thinking that it was Berial trying to push him back, he reached for his sword as he turned around, but saw that it was only someone else. Lucas, right? Lucas apologized, then Poke nodded to show his understanding. He gave a quick glance at Berial one more time, then started to run off, only to be stopped again when he heard another gunshot. He hesitated, but knowing that staying any more longer would most certainly meet death, he turned around, and looked around for anyone that got shot. Then, he found him. Artan was the one to die. He was the one that Poke saw run off after pushing down a girl. A coward that could've turned out to be a hero was on the list of the fallen. Grinding his teeth in anger, he ran off, this time making sure that nothing would stop him. He recalled the other group members. Berial, Lucas, and Xane. Easy enough. After a while, when they arrived in an alley, Xane spoke up. Something about scouting ahead. Alone? "Are you nuts? We've already lost over two people! I don't think that we need any more blood to be shed! But if you're really that confident, then I can't stop you. If you really do go, then just promise us that you'll be careful and won't do anything stupid." He was serious. He'd seen so much deaths that saying heartwrenching a thousand times over couldn't describe the grief he's been holding back. He then wondered what had happened so far with the other group. Did anyone there die yet? Hopefully, not.
I think I'll give this a go, I want to be part of a grouptoolazytodoanythingexcepttalkpffft
Excuse you buttmunches I have juts recently become teen and never shall I do any of the sort.
Warning:May drop out at any time, just saying... Username:jackdaniel0 Character Name:Poke Gender:Male Appearance:He's got light blue jeans and white-black shoes. Age:15 Media they are based off:Pokemon Info:From a universe where he's the son of Arceus, Poke has the unique ability to travel through worlds, universes, dimensions, whatever you want to call it. Being the son of the god of all pokemon, he'd naturally be powerful and superhuman. But for this roleplay, he'll be nerfed so that he's be weaker. He can manipulate and create many kinds of elements, and he also has a special energy he can manipulate, which can create explosive spheres and many other objects. Yes, he can fly, but not at a super-fast pace.
Like where in the skeleton do you start; the name, back story, personality or someplace else? I start easy, then I move on to the hard ones. So it'd be like name, personality, age... Do they come easy or does it take some time to think of something? Well, it all depends on the roleplay I'm in. It may be hard, it may not, it just all depends on what I have to work with. But I won't lie, every single character I've made are based off one that I roleplay the most, which isn't on this site. Usually, my characters would have the name Poke, and if you noticed the pictures I put in the appearance sections, they all have the same appearance. I try and base my characters off my OC, "Poke". A guy I roleplay on tumblr, and occasionally other sites. He feels natural to me, and he's someone that I work with bestyouknowyou'renerdwhenyoutalklikeyourcharactersareliving Do you have pretty much everything about them laid out from the start or do things come to mind as you go? Sometimes, a bit of both. I might think of one thing, post it, then think of another idea, then find some way to morph it in so that it seems sensible. Also wondering what things you like to see in the skeleton and what things you don't like seeing. Uhh, well I'd like to see the appearance and height. Makes things a lot easier so that you don't screw up much. As for personality and backstory, those are some things that I don't particularly like. Why reveal so much in the beginning when you can make people go 'Jesus, that guy's an emotional wreck!' as you progress through the roleplay? I get it if the characters are somehow tied together, but maybe we shouldn't need an entire biography about them. Maybe just the details that everyone should know...
When you first started? Ohohoh, boy! That was SUCH a long time ago, and I can tell you with all of my heart, I was terrible. ABSOLUTELY COMPLETELY JUTS TERRIBLE. It was about 2-3 years ago, when I was 11-12. That's when I started. I godmodded, I powerplayed, metagamed, acted like I didn't go to school, etc etc. Then, something happened that changed my rping life. I went in to a roleplay(not going to go in to further detail since I'm not sure if talking about other sites or linking is against the rules), and then I broke some rules. I got kicked out, and then I got scolded by the mods, who then blocked me. My friend, who told me about the group, told me to learn how to use actual spelling and grammar. Here's where my memory gets fuzzy. I think I started to, I can't remember why, then it became pure habit to correct my mistakes. After some time, I finally mastered the first step of roleplaying: Spelling, grammar, punctuation, capitalization, that kind of stuff. And then, as I became faster in typing, and learned new vocabulary, I would start to type longer paragraphs until I finally became an actual decent roleplayer. But sometimes, I wonder, what would happen if the me right now was the me in the past? What would've happened if I managed to get in on the roleplay? And that's how I rose to become a thebestofcourse good roleplayer. Why? Well, I saw people roleplaying in the chatbox, so I decided, why not? It looked pretty fun. I wanted to grow up to be a novelist, so I decided to test out my skills. Or what I thought was skill at the time... What? What does this mean. If youre asking who I rped as for my first time rping, then I honestly can't remember. Is RPing special to you? Hell yeah. I love roleplaying. It's hard to describe, it's like...Making a book with someone with so many plot twists. You're writing, and there are so many turns here, turns there, and around each corner, you would find a small surprise by the people you rp with. And theres also the fact that you can make some friends as you roleplay, too. And nothing feels as good as putting your characters through so much mental trauma and pain just because you can, and it pleases you. Sadism? Maybe.
"C'mon, c'mon--" He was running, and not just running, but running REALLY fast. He was leaving behind a white streak of light behind him, as he made his way towards the kitchen. "C'mon, almost there--" He opened the door, ran to the toaster, and out popped his lunch. He grabbed it, skidded to a stop, did a quick 180 turn, and ran back through the door, then realized he forgot something. "Whoops!" He ran back to the kitchen, opened the fridge, grabbed something else, shoved it in to his pocket, and closed the fridge and ran back through the door, dashing madly towards the briefing room. Most would call it a waste of strength, but hey, this was Poke we're talking about. It wasn't that hard to get there, really. He knew the whole place, and he had super speed, so getting there would be no problem. In fact, he should be there in about-- The door to the briefing room barged open, and in came Poke with toast in his mouth. "Nope!" He replied, hearing the question, as he took a seat. "Sorry, food first. Unless if it's a dire emergency, which this doesn't count as one." He grabbed his bread, and munched a piece off. "So, then, I heard there was a new recruit?" He looked around, and finally found him. "Ah, so you're the new guy! Nice eyes." He said, noting the similarities between their eye colors. He took out that something he got from the fridge out from his pocket, and slid it towards Darcy. "Here, think of it as a welcoming gift." The thing he slid to Darcy was... A king-sized kit-kat bar.
Now im not in school
