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Rules

Follow the Gaia TOS and the rules of The Roleplay Refuge.

[x] Keep everything PG 13.
[x] Always follow the Gaia TOS.
[x] Read the Story and the Important Information. Both are vital to understanding the setting and to your ability to roleplay convincingly within it.
[x] Respect everyone, and not just in this Roleplay, everyone. Do not flame, ever.
[x] No spamming outside of the nonsense section please.
[x] Act in character. Try not to metagame. It takes away the excitment.
[x] Respect your threadmasters! If you aren't going to roleplay after applying, please notify your threadmasters so they may prepare in consequence...
[x] Cursing is allowed, but don't go crazy with it.
[x] Romance is welcomed, but no farther than that within the RP.
[x] Please do your very best to stay literate. Unless your character has a strange accent of something. Misspelling words is understandable, but not all of the time.
[x] We all suffer from writers block at one point or another. Do not let this stop you though. If you must post a one sentence post then so be it. Just do not make a habit of it.
[x] Please at least check this thread every other day. We want active members here.
[x] Inform me/us when you will be gone please.
[x] Out of Character, OOC, will be posted like such: ((Out of Character post example)).
[x] If you leave the Roleplay I reserve the right to use/reuse your character within the Roleplay.
[x] I reserve the right to change these rules at any time.
[x] Balance between powers and skills is important. A hero who is all powerful and can do anything is boring. That is why teams are made. So each can complement where the others lack.

Character Profiles

PM all applications to kurisutan. Since this is a superhero roleplay you are free to use any existing superhero as a template. The templates will be borrowed from the Mutants and Masterminds role play.
Keep in mind that while you may feel free to create your character as an established adventurer they are not a superbeing. Your telepath will not be able to bend large populations to his/her will. Your powerhouse will not be able to lift 100+ tons while casually carrying a conversation and walking about as if it were nothing. And your gadgetteer is not batman where he has the right item for every single problem. Your characters may be skilled, but they are still mortals and should be treated as such.
If you are unsure of a power, feel free to ask. However we usually don't restrict the imagination especially creative ones.
While filling out your Character Profile if there are fields that do not apply to your character leave them blank or put N/A.
If you see that a particular power or skill is being used by more than one person, pick another power or skill that you think will benefit the team. Everyone will have a chance to shine.
The archetypes are meant as a guide and by no means a way to restric you. Rather to give you a general idea of the type of hero you wish to make. When in doubt use your favorite superhero as a template.
weaknesses and compolications are meant to humanize your hero. They are to add risk and excitement forcing the hero to make difficult choices.

Player:
Name:
Codename:
Age:
Date of Birth:
Gender:
Power Bestowment: (alien, mutant, meta human, magic, etc.)
Sexual Orientation:

Body Structure:
Skin Tone:
Height:
Weight:
Hair Color:
Hair Style:
Eye Color:
Costume: (if applicable)
Other:

Social Standing:
Occupation:
Personality:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Hobbies:
Strengths:
Motivation: (justice, revenge, greed, adventure, etc.)
History/Background:
Powers:
Weaknesses or complications: (at least two)
Skills :
Weapon of choice: (if applicable)
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player: Stoicninja

Name: James Williamson
Codename: Fort
Age: 24
Date of Birth:
Gender: Male
Power Bestowment:
Sexual Orientation: Straight

Body Structure: Lean and muscular.
Skin Tone: Fair.
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 149 lbs
Hair Color: Black
Hair Style: Roughly 6" long, wild and shaggy.
Eye Color: Grey
Costume: Black pants with grey streak designs, there is padding built into the knees. A grey sleeveless top with black streak designs, this is made with a reinforced weave for extra protection. He wears a black mask that covers from the hairline down to the tip of the nose and ties on in back, there are gray streak designs that go down through the eyes. Black fingerless gloves, they go up almost to the elbow. A harness across the chest and belts at the waist for his weapons.
Other:

Social Standing:

Occupation: Vigilante hero. Messenger/Delivery Person.

Personality: James is a loner and does not speak much with people he does not know. He has a small number of friends that he is close with, though he sometimes finds himself falling out of contact with them until they drag him out of his home and make him socialize again.

Likes: Reading, working out, listening to music. Spending time with his few friends.

Dislikes: James has little tolerance for stupidity and no sympathy for criminals. He also hates bugs and spiders.

Hobbies: Reading, training, playing games with friends.

Strengths: Fort is good at thinking on his feet. His spatial awareness is also excellent, the development of his ability seems to have advanced this.

Motivation: Fort does what he does out of a sense of grim justice. He has seen darkness in the world and has the ability to bring at least some of it to an end, and so he does. It could also be called a sense of duty to use his powers for what he sees as a greater good. Following the attack the world has fallen on hard times. People are rebuilding but things are still far from what they once were. James strives to help people when and where he can, in an effort to make their world better, and to help restore what they have lost.

History/Background: James grew up with a normal life. Mom, Dad, older brother, even a dog. They were fairly well off as far as money went. James and his older brother Thomas both participated in martial arts as children and continued with it into their young adulthood.
When he came of age Thomas joined the army. He was eventually shipped over seas and fought in several battles with enemy soldiers of the course of years. Finally, he came home. He had served his country well and now had earned his rest. Then he was killed in a mugging gone wrong. Everything he had done to help protect the people of his country and one of his own killed him for the spare cash in his wallet.
James fell into dark times following his brother's death. He felt a sense of vengeance burning in him. Anger, pain, and sadness.
It was shortly after this that the attack came. During his darkest moments James' life was plunged even further into darkness and chaos. He and his family have done what they can to maintain a reasonable way of life, and to help in the relief efforts to support those that have lost their own way of life due to the economic collapse following the attack. James moved back in with his family so that they could all be together in those rough times to support each other, both emotionally and financially. James took a job as a bike messenger and also volunteers in a nearby homeless shelter in his free time.
Some years later James started hearing about the rise of people with strange powers or abilities. At first he shrugged it off as a downtrodden remnant of a once great nation coming up with something to raise their spirits. And then his own power manifested. He started teleporting by accident. Fortunately it only happened when nobody else was around and he quickly started working to control this strange new ability. Soon he had a grasp on it and no longer needed to fear that he might use it by accident in front of other people. And then he thought to himself, "Now what?".
James decided that he needed to confide in someone and chose his best friend Hector. Hector was shocked, and then amazed. James asked Hector what he thought he should do now. And Hector said that people with superpowers always do one of two things. They either become a hero, or a villain. James decided to become the former. The two of them decided they needed more help and so agreed on another person to share the secret with. James' Sensei, his martial arts instructor. The three of them agreed that James' new power should be used to help people. James decided, though, that he did not want to shine a spotlight on himself or his family. So the three of them eventually agreed that taking the guise of a masked vigilante might be the best approach for him.
Sensei Miles was able to help procure some equipment that they modified and they were able to assemble a costume of sorts for James. James dubbed himself Fort, after Charles Fort who coined the term teleportation and now helps the people his own way as a masked vigilante.

Powers: Teleportation. Fort is able to instantly transport himself through space with a thought. He is also able to reorient himself in relation to objects around him. In order for him to teleport something with him he must be in physical contact with it. His natural instincts regarding his ability prevent him from accidentally transporting himself or anything he is in contact with when he teleports from reappearing in the same space as another object. He is also able of teleporting objects that he is in contact with without transporting himself with them.

Weaknesses/Complications: Fort is only capable of teleporting up to about 300 ft. at a time. He is incapable of carrying more than roughly 200 additional lbs while teleporting. His range when transmitting something without himself is much more limited, roughly 10% of his normal. Making rapid jumps can cause him to develop a headache that can progress into a migraine and then into debilitating pain and nose-bleeding.

Skills: Fort is a skilled bladesman.

Weapon of choice: Carries an assortment of bladed weaponry. A pair of longswords that he keeps on the harness on his back, the blades are dulled on one side of each so that he can use them as blunt instruments in order to avoid causing permanent damage to people. A variety of daggers are sheathed and strapped to his belts and on his thighs.
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player: kurisutan 
Name: Rick Lim
Codename: Amp
Age: 22 
Date of Birth: March 8
Gender: Male 
Power Bestowment: metahuman 
Sexual Orientation: straight 

Body Structure: medium
Skin Tone: tan
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 160lb 
Hair Color: black
Hair Style: spike
Eye Color: brown
Costume: black and red venician mask with a matching venician gentleman's attire.
Other: carries a cane which he uses for combat, a brace if need be, but mostly for aesthetics. He often carries a small first aid bag and pouch with him.
Social Standing: none at the moment
Occupation: accidental hero, health care worker
Personality: A man who is not afraid to have a fun time. He is especially fond of trying to pass himself as a gentleman, but lacks proper training and sometimes is seen more as stuck up or self centered though this is not his intention. Can be a show off at times and will usually use antics against his enemies.
Likes: culture, women and music
Dislikes: ill mannered and disrespectful peopel
Hobbies: listening to music, singing, socializing
Strengths:  perfect pitch, calm under fire
Motivation: Duty to help those in need
History/Background: Before the disaster, Rick had wanted to become a physician. He had entered proper medicine but was unable to finish. He had organized a small group choir with his fellow students as an outlet for the high stress that came with the program which was well recieved by both the students and faculty.
The attack leveled most of the city forcing him and many others to relocate. It was also at this time when he discovered his power when he nearly vaporized a falling wall that threatened to crush a child. He soon began to practice and refine his power in his spare time when possible and found it to be of great use beyond desctruction and melody.
Though not technically a medical practitioner, he uses what skills he had learned to help others during this trying time. He finally settled in northern New Orleans as a volunteer of health. Although he is concerned for his family and friends, he knows he is needed where he is and will continue to aid in whatever he can.
Powers: Sound and vibration manipulation 
Weaknesses or complications:  His antics can work against him if his enemies are not easily riled. Being a self proclaimed gentleman, others sometimes take advantage of his nature. This occurs more often with women.
Skills: medical knowledge and skills, music, former martial arts training
Weapon of choice: cane/short staff or unarmed

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Name: Daniel Umber
Codename: Shadowman
Age: 24
Date of Birth: June 4th
Gender: Male
Power Bestowment: meta human
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Body Structure: Slim
Skin Tone: Pale
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 143lbs
Hair Color: Light brown
Hair Style: Short, kinda spikey.
Eye Color: Light blue
Costume: He simply wears a black mask made from leather that covers his face from mid forehead to the bottom of his
nose. Otherwise its just regular cloths.
Other: Usually a pair of dark denim jeans and a t-shirt and an old brown trenchcoat.
Social Standing: None
Occupation: "Big damn hero"
Personality: Usually quiet, but you if you really get him talking about something he doesn't shut up. He can be a
bit of a smart-a** so some people just think he's an a**, but usually he doesn't mean it. He finds a laugh in a lot of stuff people don't and he's always fascinated by new things. He really is a nice guy though and means well, just
doesn't always come off that way.
Likes: Reading, writing, helping people out when he can, comics, roleplaying games, etc.
Dislikes: Crowds, people he finds annoying.
Hobbies: Reading, writing, playing table-top rpgs, keeping himself fit.
Strengths: A decent fighter, but his creativity is his greatest asset.
Motivation: "With great power, comes great responsibility."
History/Background: Just like everyone his life started with being birthed into the world. Oddly enough it was during a total solar eclipse. There were complications as well and his mother didn't make it through. His father was a military man so they moved often while he grew up. When he was in third grade he was getting bullied a lot in school and his father taught him how to fight. So he practiced with his Dad between periods of video games after school. He developed a fascination with superhero's and worlds of fantasy, he found a group of kids with similar interests and was introduced to roleplaying games. As his tastes in 'fine literature'(As he would call it.) developed he began to want to be more like the heros themselves. Nothing crazy like actually fighting crime, but he wanted to help people. So he began volunteering, getting himself into shape so he could help more. He started
doing free running as a way to help keep himself in shape and have fun. Then he grduated and went off to college.

He was going to become an teacher. He hadn't even settled on a focus for his teaching career when the wars hit and everything was plunged into chaos. That marked the end of his education at Tulane. It also marked the first time his powers manifested. The city was in a midst of a riot and he was trying to get home so he could lock himself away from the madness, but there in the street was a little kid maybe four at the time. Crying and alone, he ran over to her, as soon as he picked her up an explosion rocked the bottom floor of an adjacent building and before it the old three story apartment building crumbled down atop them. He went to shield her with his body for all the good it would do and darkness surrounded them. Then all that could be heard was a great crash and silence. At the time it seemed the impossible happened, the rubble was all around them in a five foot diameter hemisphere. He knew something was holding it back, he could touch it, and he found he could see her even though he knew he shouldn't be able it. Three days went by like that before rescuers got there and after they climbed out and were walking away, that pocket collapsed. They had called him lucky. He knew he was, but he also knew there was more to him now and he explored it. His weapons were taken from thugs he had stopped, the coat too and he wore it to hide the shotgun he began to carry with him.
Powers: Darkness clings to him naturally granting him a kind of cloaking in dark environments, also part of the reason he doesn't really worry about a costume. Furthermore within 30 ft. he can manipulate darkness into tangible
objects, nothing more complex than a hinge though. The objects he creates cannot be animated. As an addition/side effect of his affinity with darkness he is able to see in it.
Weaknesses or complications: He can only work with what darkness is available, he can't just create it. Direct light whether from the sun or otherwise would 'dissolve' any constructs he makes not to mention accessible 'material'. So daytime gives him little to nil to work with, same goes for well lit areas. This is part of the reason he wears the mask, to protect his identity.
Skills : He's a decent brawler and a skilled free runner.
Weapon of choice: Aside from anything he might make out of darkness. He carries a sawed-off shotgun with a pistol handle and a S&W 9mm.

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James Williamson awoke to the rising sun. He had never been a morning person and so he made sure to leave the shades on his window drawn so that the sun would wake him. He rolled out of bed with a groan and began dressing for the day. A pair of worn and faded jeans, worn but durable boots, a thin grey t-shirt. With the collapse of the economy this was really the best he could do. He had a few changes of clothes, but not many.
James was currently a resident of New Orleans. Had been his whole life. And he didn't see that changing anytime soon. Especially since by all reports San Francisco, New York, and New Orleans were the only cities in what used to be The United States that were truly livable anymore. Everywhere else had fallen back to half dark ages half industrial revolution level.
James left his room and headed into the kitchen/living room area. His mother was cooking breakfast over the stove. A couple eggs and a buttered toast. God, how he missed bacon. But they were better off than most. They currently lived in a moderate sized apartment. Two bedrooms, a bathroom, a living room, and a small kitchen. It wasn't much, but they were fairly content with it. Especially after their home had burned down in the rioting that had followed the collapse.
James plopped himself down in a chair and quickly ate his breakfast. When he finished he set his plate in the sink and headed for the door.
"Thanks, mom. See you tonight." He called over his shoulder.
"I love you. Be careful out there." James' mother called after him.
"Always." He replied, and then shut the door behind him.
James went down the hall, then down the stairs, then hit the street and started making his way towards work. He worked as a messenger. He kept his bike at work, it was theirs anyways, since they had better security. James walked down the street a short ways and then turned into an alley. After walking down the alley a ways he turned into another alley. It was a dead end, and empty. James checked behind him to make sure he hadn't been followed. Then he teleported.
James reappeared atop the roof of one of the buildings that he had standing beside a moment before. He had barely even reappeared before he vanished again, reappearing two buildings over, still atop the roof. He made sure to stay low, so that those on the street or people looking out of their windows would not see him. He had taken this route so many times that he could have done it with his eyes closed. A series of further 'jumps' and he arrived in another alley down on street level again. He walked out onto the street, went down and around the corner and he was there. Gonzales Delivery.

((Sorry about putting my character so far away from yours, but I really wanted to place him in a city. Plus I don't know what percentage of the population are Touched, so I also thought it might be weird if there were more than one in such a small village. I imagine there could be a myriad of reasons why/how our characters could end up meeting up though.))

James had gone about his day as usual. He rode his bike from one end of town to the other and back again, delivering packages. Then he did it again. He occasionally cheated, using his ability to bypass sections of town that would have been difficult to navigate because of damages, traffic, or simply because there were not any usable side streets. In those cases he leapfrogged his way up to the tops of buildings and then skipping across the chasms between buildings. Sometimes he had to make a jump into thin air and then make a second, and sometimes even a third or more, rapid jump in order to reach his destination.
Despite his abuse of power to make his daily life a little more convenient things were uneventful as per usual. He finished his shift and then headed down to a local homeless shelter. He volunteered there often. It was run by one of the local churches, as most of these sorts of establishments seemed to be. James was not a member of their church, but they weren't too good to turn away help. James helped with cooking and serving the evening meal, which he would probably eat also, then make sure that there was a place for everyone to sleep and hand out blankets. There were many times when they would run out of room and so James would take a tally of many people they were over capacity and contact one of the other shelters and find out if they had room to spare, if they did he would divide up the extra people and direct them to the appropriate places. Then he would go home.
Of course, he had a long night ahead of him before he got that far, James thought to himself as he stepped into St. Mary of Angels: Down on Your Luck Shelter. The name was the reason why James volunteered here over any of the other shelters. It implied that these were people just like everybody else. That they had simply run into a bit of bad luck and just needed a helping hand and a place out of the rain until they got back on their feet.
Well, best get to work.