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 Posted: Tue Sep 25, 2007 4:30 pm
Aite.
I'm going to level with you guys - I have little knowledge of how to run Freeform games (or interest in... It's probably a mixture of the two...)
Anyway, if someone wants to jump in here and get things going, go nuts!
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Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2007 1:43 pm
Introduction
Welcome to the Hellboy Freeform RPG. I'm glad that John McFloss was kind enough to start this for us, so as self-appointed master of this RPG, I will start.
Rules
1. No Godmoding! I will kill you if you do!
2. Please, try to be as litereate as possible!
3. Keep OOC to a minimum!
4. Follow all Gaia TOS!
5. Don't <******** with me! I will kill you!
6. We have the "Consent Rule". Very simply: If somebody poses or says something that implies your cooperation, you can act like it didn't happen.
7. Powers are to be simple, nothing huge.
Profile Skeleton
PM all character sheets to me! Players are allowed up to a maximum of 3 characters!
Character Name:
Players Name:
Race:
Age:
Gender:
Height:
Weight:
Eyes:
Hair:
Skin:
Additonal:
Powers/Abilities:
Bio/Background: (Optional)
Accepted BPRD Members Character Character Name: Grazz
Player Name: Sensual Enigma Tourmaline
Race: Doppelganger
Age: 25
Gender: None (Usually Appears Male in Other Forms)
Height: 6' 3" (in Original Form)
Weight: 125 (in Original Form)
Eyes: Blank, Silver Orbs (in Original Form)
Hair: None (in Original Form)
Skin: Sleek, Shiny, Grey (in Original Form)
Additional: Only Three Fingers on Each Hand, No Discernable Ears, Body is Extremely Thin, Arms are Unnaturally Elogated (All in Original Form)
Powers/Abilities: Can Shapeshift at Will, Can Read Surface Thoughts at Will
Bio/Background: After leading a criminal life in the slums of Boston, Grazz was captured and taken in by the BPRD almost a decade ago. The BPRD gave him two choices: join or die! Valuing his life, Grazz had no choice. To ensure their safety, the BPRD implanted Grazz with a tracking device, and although Grazz tried to escape using various disguises at first, all of his plans were thwarted. Finally, he gave in and complied with helping the BPRD, and although he hasn't been with the agency for very long, Grazz has become the perfect spy by using his abilites to infiltrate and gain the trust of enemy cults and organizations. Although most of the agency may seem wary around Grazz, they are very thankful to have him on their side. Character Character Name: Ka'allan
Players Name: Sensual Enigma Tourmaline
Race: Minotaur
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
Height: 7' 10"
Weight: 710lbs.
Eyes: Black, Intense, Pupiless Orbs
Hair: Long, Copper, and Shaggy
Skin: Mostly Covered in Fur, Dark Grey
Additonal: Two Gigantic Horns on Head, Hooved Feet
Powers/Abilities: Extreme Strength, Innate Sense of Direction (Can Never Get Lost, not Even in a Maze), Speaks Fluent German, and Charging
Bio/Background: Long ago, when Ka'allan was very young, he had learned that the world could be a cruel and harsh place. Living in the German wilderness, he was forced to live on his own, constantly fearing for his life. Wanting to be left alone, he found a small cave and lived there for many years before a stunned hiker stumbled upon his lair. Immediately a mob formed outside of his home, throwing stones and taunting the helpless Ka'allan. Finally, he could no longer take it, lashing out at the now-terrified crowd. Before too much damage was done, however, Ka'allan was quickly restrained (and rescued) by the BPRD. Ever since, Ka'allan has remained loyal to the organization, glad to help them whenever and however he can. Due to his enormous strength, it's no surprise that they call him out to quite a few missions. A bit of muscle always did come in handy! Character Character Name: Lilian, Snow Princess
Players Name: Sensual Enigma Tourmaline
Race: Ice Mephit
Age:
Gender: Female
Height: 4' 0"
Weight: 30 lbs.
Eyes: Curious, Icy Blue, Pupiless
Hair: Long, Flowing, White
Skin: Frosty, Blue, Cold to the Touch
Additonal: Tiny Pair of Bat-Like Wings on Back, Tiny Pair of Horns on Forehead
Powers/Abilities: Ice Breath Weapon, Can Chill Metal, and Fast Heals in Cold Environments or Near Ice
Bio/Background: Lillian, the rebel princess of her kingdom, was courageous enough to fight against the tyranny of her stepfather, Ammada, who controlled the nation through fear after the mysterious death of Lillian's mother, Lyllith. Through her good-hearted nature and fierce dedication to justice, Lillian rallied an army of rebels to fight against the dictatorship! Unfortunately, Ammada's roots of corruption ran deep, and Lillian's army crumbled quickly. As a final escape, Lillian transported to the Material World through a secret, lore-spoken portal of ancient days. As fate would have it, however, her father followed her to through the same portal along with his vicious soldiers. While Lillian landed in Colorado, close to the BPRD headquarters, her father is lost somewhere else deep in the world, probably plotting to set up his own rule. Fleeing to the agency nearby, Lillian immediately joined, hoping that her efforts and the efforts of others with a sense of justice like her will one day defeat her monsterous stepfather. And hopefully than can do it soon before his influence in this world becomes too great! Character Character Name: Jake 'Two-Fists' Kane
Players Name: FLip
Race: Human, English
Age: Physical age 25, Actual age 89
Gender: Male
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 120lb
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Brown
Skin: White, Pale
Additonal: Jake constantly surrounded by a faint whirling and clicking.
Powers/Abilities: Incredibly high pain tolerance, large amount of left side has been replaced with Clockwork. This grants no physical enhancements, but is practically unbreakable. (It's also been modified to conceal a pistol inside it). While it's shaped as an arm (and unoticable if covered), it's noisy, and if seen uncovered, obviously mechanical.
Bio/Background: Jake Kane came of age in the build up the second world war, a talented actor and fiercly patriotic, he was drafted as a spy at the age of 20 and sent into Europe. As war broke out, he spent a lot of his time aiding the underground french resistance, helping people escape the country and damaging the German war effort.
Despite a few near misses, he managed to keep himself hidden for several years, until 1943 where he was sent to investigate a castle held by a Nazi-employed scientist. After infiltrating the keep and dispatcing the few guards he encountered some kind of... thing. Half man, half machine, a hulking clockwork monstrosity.
What happened next is vuage - from what he can gather, the creature near ripped him in half, and it's owner - the very man he'd been sent to kill, decided he'd make an excellent test-subject. Military records suggest around this time a bombing of the area was scheduled, one of these bombs hit the castle, destroying it.
All of this Jake had to learn and discover himself. He was found over 60 years later in 2005 buried in the rubble but unaged, due to being covered in some form of suspension-liquid. He was quickly drafted into the BPRD.  Rejected BPRD Members
[This is the ban list! If you break the rules, this is where you'll be! And I'll kill your characters, mwahaha!]
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Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2007 1:58 pm
Grazz hated waiting around BPRD with nothing to do. Most of the time, he would stay in room either sleeping, reading, or sketching. Today, though, he was hungry--no, starving--and he really needed to munch down on something. He could only wonder if they'd have something good in the kitchen. He loved riblette sandwhiches so he decided he go for some of that, maybe a taco or two on the side.
Grazz sighed, heaving himself out of his Lay-Z-Boy, and with a deep breath he shapeshifted. Today, he took on the form of a seductive male model he saw in a magazine ad for Smirnoff. The man had a strong jawline, stubble, knappy and short hair, and gorgeous blue eyes. The eyes--Grazz remembered those best.
Grazz stared over the body, noting the detail that he put into it. Then, he looked down. Being genderless, Grazz walked around his room naked, and even in his new form, it was still genderless. Grazz debated whether giving himself a p***s or not and finally decided against it before tossing on a maroon, ragged A&E tee, a pair of faded jeans, and a pair of dark brown Carbon flip flops. The man in the ad had been wearing a tuxedo, but Grazz decided on something more casual. He despised formal attire.
With another, final sigh, the door slid open and he stepped out into the wide, open corridor. He was immediately greeted by a guard to his right that simply said, "Good morning, Grazz," and saluted before resuming his statue like position.
Grazz shook his head, sighing a "whatever" before striding off towards early lunch.
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2007 6:03 pm
As Grazz sauntered down the corridor, he noticed a large, burly bull-man clip-clopping towards him.
Ka'allan, he thought to himself and smirked, the biggest dumbass in the organization. Damn minotaurs...
As the gap between them closed, Grazz stopped, mused, and burst out, "Hey, Bullshit! How's it goin'?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2007 6:09 pm
Ka'allan, hearing the worst nickname, immediatly halted and shot dagger-glances at the humanoid before him.
"Grazz," Ka'allan growled, feeling his entire body tense, and thought, Tiny creature, have you no idea how easily I could crush you? Of course, these were Ka'allan's many thoughts every time he ran into the b*****d humanoid.
Noting Grazz's new (and admittedly handsome) features today, Grazz commented, "'Fraid to try somethin' more... monstrous...?" Ka'allan hated how easy it was for Grazz to be beautiful, to blend in. No one thought of him as a monster--well, anyone who didn't know about his past, at least. "Unless you already are one."
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2007 6:14 pm
Grazz smirked, feeling cocky, and replied, "Now, why would I wanna change into something as ugly and stupid as you are? Why, I would never dream of such a thing!"
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2007 6:56 pm
Ka'allan felt an overwhelming urge to just stomp on Grazz; however, fighting on the premises was not allowed, and Ka'allan felt an unwavering dedication to this agency and its laws. Ka'allan thought about stomping Grazz on the battlefield, but BPRD agents would never attack each other unless under the most extreme of circumstances.
Ka'allan bluffed, "Watch your mouth, or I'll have to smash that pretty face of yours in!" At least Ka'allan could scare him into shutting up.
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2007 7:00 pm
Grazz's smirk wavered slightly, and he could feel his ego melting, but he wouldn't let it show. With a sigh and a "whatever," Grazz casually walked by the beast, feeling his eyes on him the entire time.
"See ya later, Bullface!"
Grazz would hate to be on the battlefield with that beast. He was more than sure that'd he wouldn't come back alive.
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2007 7:02 pm
Ka'allan watched Grazz walk away before snorting in frustration. The tension in the air was so vibrant that the guards near them shifted uncomfortably. Ka'allan laughed on the inside before stomping off towards his living quarters. At least no one could call him a monster in there.
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Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2007 1:52 pm
The kitchen stank of grease and metal. Sitting at the table was Jake Kane, a thin, hand rolled cigarette hanging beneath his lips, the ash precariously close to falling from the end and into the puddle of oil that he'd spilled.
The table was full of cogs and gears, the inner mechanisms of what was left of his arm
"Now in a cottage, built of lilacs and laughter" he sings to himself, his fingers running familiarly along the edge of one of the larger ones "I know the meaning, of the words: ever after" he picks it up, pushing it into place on his shoulder with a large click "And Ill always see polka dots and moonbeams"
He turns his head as a large shape passes through the doorway and peers up at Ka'allan "When I kiss my pug-nosed dream!"
He laughs and winks "cheers up big guy"
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2008 2:31 pm
Character Name: Zigfreid "Izzy" Players Name: Halo-DarkAngel Race: Human/ English Age: His age is unknown but he looks around 16 Gender: Male Height: 5'8" Weight: 182lbs Eyes: light aqua-green Hair: brown with a streak of white Skin: peach Additonal: Appearance=  minus the wing of corse Powers/Abilities: can use normal playing cards and dices..uses drawings (Whatever he draws may come to life) Bio/Background: Found long ago by british officers in the black forest, Zigfreid is an orphan with artistic talent. He doesn't know his name or age or how he was found. He spent most of his childhood at an orphanage for the paranormally gifted called "The Whammy House". Especially after an incident in Moscow where,at age 5, accidentally killed 10 civilians. He locked away his real powers and only used that of what he's used to (cards and all that). He wants to avoid fighting at all costs but it eventually gets the better of him and he becomes weak and useless. Professor Broom realized his talents but never got around to recruiting him. He now lives in the slums of N.J. Personality: Kind,Generous, Caring and Quirky( An odd ball)
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2008 3:10 pm
It was a dark and rainy night in the streets of New Jersey and still the roads and sidewalks were crawling with lively activity. Normal people were so reckless and ignorant now more than ever. And yet it was also comforting just knowing that they were there. Unforetunately noone seemed to notice the boy..but that was good for him..he had witnessed far too many muggings to be noticed. Wandering day and night through the backalleys and slums of the city he walks alone,sketchbook in hand.
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2008 3:19 am
Laura was back from Wales, having successfully wrangled a Water Leaper. They were surprisingly difficult to catch, she reflected. The plane ride home to the BPRD had been exhausting and she hadn't slept because she'd had to keep her eyes on the Leaper in his (her?) carrying tote. Now she pushed the crate down the hall to the warehouse at the back of the building that had become a zoo of mythological creatures. She left the Leaper there for another agent to find and care for, then she went to file paperwork.
The woman had completely missed the argument between the minotaur and the doppelgänger, so she was bewildered when she saw an angry Ka'allan on her way to the kitchen.
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Posted: Sat Jul 26, 2008 2:19 pm
Interesting enough, Zigfreid found the backalleyways comforting and he sat under a small part of a roof, out of the rain, to rest.
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Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2008 8:09 pm
Laura made herself a sandwich of sourdough bread and chunky peanut butter and devoured it as she walked. She got to the door of her quarters. It was always locked, and there was no key to it. With a splashing sound, Laura liquefied herself. Vision became nil. Everything was texture. The concrete floors, which were perfectly smooth to a human hand, were now very porous to the clear goo that was Laura. She slipped forward under the door, rolling like a drop of water down a hill. Her ability to hear was gone, but she could rationalize vibrations in the ground and air into words and noises. Once inside her room, she returned to her normal, solid self.
Although she was nearly thirty, Laura had decorated her room with the pizazz and number of posters that would be expected of a teenager. Most notably was a paper target from a firing range. There were six bullet holes, all very close to the center of the target. It was from her first ever attempt with a gun, and she was proud of herself.
She took off her coat, flak vest, and jumpsuit and switched into her civilian clothes. She liquefied and slipped under the door again, and went to leave for the outside.
Once there, she noted the rain. Laura liked the rain. It made all the gutters like waterslides, and her liquid form would go unnoticed. She found a back alley where she was going to liquefy, but there was a young man there. "Sorry," she said.
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