Well, guess I can't sumali an RP community without characters, right? Sorry if I break every single rule you have; I don't know all of them yet. (I'm studying.)
Also, I’m sorry about the lack of pictures. I'm drawing these two later and will certainly have a hell of a time finding pictures online, so madala with me.
Plague Rat
Name: Chip Winnipeg
Alias: Plague Rat
Age: 22
Alignment: Neutral.
Appearance: Paler than a gamer's left cheek. Dyed blonde hair (with the roots showing, because some people just suck at hair dye) that stays in a stiff wave above his face. Dull grey eyes with noticeable circles under them. Sharp, severe features. Likes stiff, expensive-looking bumagay a bit too much.
Powers: To put it simply, Chip is toxic. His body and all of its contents (especially his blood) are extremely poisonous, and simply being around him causes immediate illness in most people. Should he come into contact with someone, he can cause any number of medical symptoms, but this has the obvious drawback of him needing to touch the person. He's currently in paghahanap of a way to channel this, as at the moment he feels he's kind of useless. For the sake of protection, he only carries a revolver, because he finds it elegant (if pretentious.)
Personality: Chip is a very difficult person to impress. Though he isn't a full-on snob, he carries a slight air of superiority, and simply doesn't take interest in much. He's a dangerously addicted gambler, and builds his persona around a gambling motif; he's never caught without a deck of cards or a pair of dice. He takes losses very seriously and holds a grudge like nobody's business. Chip's sense of humor is very sassy and surprisingly morbid, and though he comes off as cold, he's a genuinely funny person. He is a writer, and enjoys spending long nights weaving his own tales, but is embarrassed sa pamamagitan ng it and never speaks of it.
Background: Chip has had his powers since birth. They're the result of his mother's family being extremely susceptible to (and passing down a number of) illnesses, and his father's family being a long line of assorted heroes. He spent his first thirteen years isolated from the rest of the world, and as a result grew up with very poor social skills. He soon fell into a depression when he learned that the world didn't want him, and so turned to gambling as a crutch. Chip has never had any affiliations with any large organization, good or bad, and tends to ilipat from place to place without ever remembering the names of the people he's met. Through sheer luck, he became rich, but chooses to do nothing with his money aside from hold on to it.
Honey
Name: Sandy Abbott
Alias: Honey
Age: 19
Alignment: Neutral, but with good intentions
Appearance: Warm, smooth brown skin. Curly, shoulder-length brown hair with red tips. Curvy, with a round face and close-together eyes. Wears simple, modest clothing like pastel sweaters and fitted jeans; not one for the extravagant, save her triple-pierced ears.
Powers: Honey’s powers are strange and, to most, somewhat disgusting. She doesn’t feel pain, and is incredibly difficult to kill, for the reason that she can rearrange her own anatomy to her heart’s content. She occasionally takes out her eyes and switches them in their sockets for no reason other than to terrify people, and when she severed her Achilles tendon once, her reaction was to simply stretch the broken ends and tie them into a nice bow. Most importantly, her Buto aren’t quite adamantium-indestructible, but they’re close, and she can make her ribcage burst out and form a sort of organic bulletproof vest. (It’s gross.) Her powers are purely defensive, so to make up for it, she is a master of the improvised weapon; her favourite things to arm herself with include umbrellas, paruparo nets, and pool cues.
Personality: Sandy is known for her quirky sense of humour and her unbreakable sense of optimism. She believes that nobody should ever feel hopeless, and hates any sort of serious topic. That being said, she also doesn’t have much of a social filter, and will occasionally embarrass herself (and others) sa pamamagitan ng inserting her own lightheartedness where it’s not needed. She’s got a recklessness problem, as one might guess. Her hobbies include sewing and people-watching, but mostly sewing; she has a talent for textile crafts.
Background: Sandy is the segundo youngest of four, having grown up in Brooklyn. She lived a fairly normal life until the araw her oldest brother, a pyrokinetic, had a falling out with their parents, which resulted in the destruction of the neighborhood. The Abbotts were shunned, and left the state in paghahanap of a new life. Unfortunately, financial troubles arose within the taon and forced the family into extreme poverty. Sandy, now sixteen, turned to some rather…undesirable activities to make money. She was ibingiay the nickname “Honey” sa pamamagitan ng some of the people she worked with, and it stuck. She eventually left her family entirely to try and build her own life on the streets, and is currently living alone, poor but satisfied with her own twisted success story. Like Chip, she’s not affiliated with any sort of superhero organization whatsoever, but she’ll deal with small conflicts in her general area with a good beating, if need be.
Also, I’m sorry about the lack of pictures. I'm drawing these two later and will certainly have a hell of a time finding pictures online, so madala with me.
Plague Rat
Name: Chip Winnipeg
Alias: Plague Rat
Age: 22
Alignment: Neutral.
Appearance: Paler than a gamer's left cheek. Dyed blonde hair (with the roots showing, because some people just suck at hair dye) that stays in a stiff wave above his face. Dull grey eyes with noticeable circles under them. Sharp, severe features. Likes stiff, expensive-looking bumagay a bit too much.
Powers: To put it simply, Chip is toxic. His body and all of its contents (especially his blood) are extremely poisonous, and simply being around him causes immediate illness in most people. Should he come into contact with someone, he can cause any number of medical symptoms, but this has the obvious drawback of him needing to touch the person. He's currently in paghahanap of a way to channel this, as at the moment he feels he's kind of useless. For the sake of protection, he only carries a revolver, because he finds it elegant (if pretentious.)
Personality: Chip is a very difficult person to impress. Though he isn't a full-on snob, he carries a slight air of superiority, and simply doesn't take interest in much. He's a dangerously addicted gambler, and builds his persona around a gambling motif; he's never caught without a deck of cards or a pair of dice. He takes losses very seriously and holds a grudge like nobody's business. Chip's sense of humor is very sassy and surprisingly morbid, and though he comes off as cold, he's a genuinely funny person. He is a writer, and enjoys spending long nights weaving his own tales, but is embarrassed sa pamamagitan ng it and never speaks of it.
Background: Chip has had his powers since birth. They're the result of his mother's family being extremely susceptible to (and passing down a number of) illnesses, and his father's family being a long line of assorted heroes. He spent his first thirteen years isolated from the rest of the world, and as a result grew up with very poor social skills. He soon fell into a depression when he learned that the world didn't want him, and so turned to gambling as a crutch. Chip has never had any affiliations with any large organization, good or bad, and tends to ilipat from place to place without ever remembering the names of the people he's met. Through sheer luck, he became rich, but chooses to do nothing with his money aside from hold on to it.
Honey
Name: Sandy Abbott
Alias: Honey
Age: 19
Alignment: Neutral, but with good intentions
Appearance: Warm, smooth brown skin. Curly, shoulder-length brown hair with red tips. Curvy, with a round face and close-together eyes. Wears simple, modest clothing like pastel sweaters and fitted jeans; not one for the extravagant, save her triple-pierced ears.
Powers: Honey’s powers are strange and, to most, somewhat disgusting. She doesn’t feel pain, and is incredibly difficult to kill, for the reason that she can rearrange her own anatomy to her heart’s content. She occasionally takes out her eyes and switches them in their sockets for no reason other than to terrify people, and when she severed her Achilles tendon once, her reaction was to simply stretch the broken ends and tie them into a nice bow. Most importantly, her Buto aren’t quite adamantium-indestructible, but they’re close, and she can make her ribcage burst out and form a sort of organic bulletproof vest. (It’s gross.) Her powers are purely defensive, so to make up for it, she is a master of the improvised weapon; her favourite things to arm herself with include umbrellas, paruparo nets, and pool cues.
Personality: Sandy is known for her quirky sense of humour and her unbreakable sense of optimism. She believes that nobody should ever feel hopeless, and hates any sort of serious topic. That being said, she also doesn’t have much of a social filter, and will occasionally embarrass herself (and others) sa pamamagitan ng inserting her own lightheartedness where it’s not needed. She’s got a recklessness problem, as one might guess. Her hobbies include sewing and people-watching, but mostly sewing; she has a talent for textile crafts.
Background: Sandy is the segundo youngest of four, having grown up in Brooklyn. She lived a fairly normal life until the araw her oldest brother, a pyrokinetic, had a falling out with their parents, which resulted in the destruction of the neighborhood. The Abbotts were shunned, and left the state in paghahanap of a new life. Unfortunately, financial troubles arose within the taon and forced the family into extreme poverty. Sandy, now sixteen, turned to some rather…undesirable activities to make money. She was ibingiay the nickname “Honey” sa pamamagitan ng some of the people she worked with, and it stuck. She eventually left her family entirely to try and build her own life on the streets, and is currently living alone, poor but satisfied with her own twisted success story. Like Chip, she’s not affiliated with any sort of superhero organization whatsoever, but she’ll deal with small conflicts in her general area with a good beating, if need be.
New York City
May 3, 22:09 EST
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“Are we in position, Draxx?” Revenge whispered.
“Yes. All positions secure.”
“Excellent.”
“Are you sure Grant won’t mind us doing this?” Draxx asked. “I mean this is his company.”
“What Grant doesn’t know, won’t hurt him.”
“That’s usually not true.”
Red Revenge laughed.
It took almost two hours for the assassin to appear. She slipped stealthily among the shadows.
“Target spotted.” Revenge said, picking up his gun and aiming it squarely at the feminine figure.
“On your signal.” Draxx radioed over.
Revenge aimed the sights, lined up the crosshairs, and pulled the trigger. The assassin began to scale the building.
“Now.” Revenge said, leaping from the roof of his company at the same minute.
May 3, 22:09 EST
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“Are we in position, Draxx?” Revenge whispered.
“Yes. All positions secure.”
“Excellent.”
“Are you sure Grant won’t mind us doing this?” Draxx asked. “I mean this is his company.”
“What Grant doesn’t know, won’t hurt him.”
“That’s usually not true.”
Red Revenge laughed.
It took almost two hours for the assassin to appear. She slipped stealthily among the shadows.
“Target spotted.” Revenge said, picking up his gun and aiming it squarely at the feminine figure.
“On your signal.” Draxx radioed over.
Revenge aimed the sights, lined up the crosshairs, and pulled the trigger. The assassin began to scale the building.
“Now.” Revenge said, leaping from the roof of his company at the same minute.
Lyla.
Height: 6'7
Weight: 120 pounds
Eyes: Blue or Green, depends on how the light falls on her eyes.
Hair: Blonde. And short(picture above).
Weapons: Pistol, hidden dagger.
History: Raised sa pamamagitan ng the joker and abandoned sa pamamagitan ng
parents. Joker taught her evil, but she realized it was wrong and refused to continue. She still keeps close with him and visits him in jail. She joined the team and loved it. She had a demon haunting her and everyone got fed up. She walked away from it all before it went any futher. She had taken the path of evil. Her hair turned black and her eyes turned red from the demon that consumed her. She is still amazed no body hates her for the Demon.....
Powers: Teleportation, Flight(Wings), levetation, transformaition(Humans and animals.)
Skills: Good with guns. Sniper training.
Civies: Whatever she wants baby!
'Stume: PICTURE TIME!
TADA!
Alias: Rush
Status: Ally
Relationship to team: Wolf's brother
Powers: Shift into human and lobo form. Hand to hand combat, superspeed in lobo form, faster than an average human in human form but not superspeed. Stronger than an average lobo and human.
Bio:
After lobo left with YJ, he left behind a twin brother, Who was captured sa pamamagitan ng the gorilla Mallah. Mallah hooked him up to a machine that would read his thoughts. While being hooked to that, a power surge occurred, and the lobo used this time to escape. But due to the power surge, Rush got the ability to switch from lobo form to a human body. And gained super speed in his lobo form. As a human he learned English, and hand to hand combat. He traveled until he finally reunited with lobo at YJ.
Another OC Poem
A team is a puzzle of armor,
Many of a single piece.
Fitting together with perfect precision,
Securing every chink.
(1)Fighting the shadows,
(2)Controlling the hidden,
(3)Creating a flame,
To do your bidding.
(4)Flying high as a sparrow,
(5)Wise as a leaf,
(6)Traveling in shadows,
Quick as a thief.
(7)A Phoenix fallen from grace,
(8)Plummet from the heaven,
(9)A dark winged angel,
To catch the fallen.
(10)Measure our distances speed,
(11)Put a speedster to sleep.
(12)Manipulate a natural law,
(13)Dive a hundred miles deep.
Every chink of armor,
Protected from harm.
A total set, invincibility,
No cause for alarm.
I was feeling really guilty for taking soooo long to post this. I'll do another with any remaining OCs I've missed because I know I missed many.
A team is a puzzle of armor,
Many of a single piece.
Fitting together with perfect precision,
Securing every chink.
(1)Fighting the shadows,
(2)Controlling the hidden,
(3)Creating a flame,
To do your bidding.
(4)Flying high as a sparrow,
(5)Wise as a leaf,
(6)Traveling in shadows,
Quick as a thief.
(7)A Phoenix fallen from grace,
(8)Plummet from the heaven,
(9)A dark winged angel,
To catch the fallen.
(10)Measure our distances speed,
(11)Put a speedster to sleep.
(12)Manipulate a natural law,
(13)Dive a hundred miles deep.
Every chink of armor,
Protected from harm.
A total set, invincibility,
No cause for alarm.
I was feeling really guilty for taking soooo long to post this. I'll do another with any remaining OCs I've missed because I know I missed many.