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ORPG ~ School of heroes

Dauntless
Wereldberoemd

Dauntless schreef:
Hello everyone,
This is an English ORPG that I am doing with HootHoot and Safety. If you want to react please mail us and don't put it in this topic.

My character: (Ok mijn karakter staat nog in het Nederlands omdat ik haar al klaar had

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Naam: Iris Quinn ook wel Nightshot genoemd.
Leeftijd: 18
Geslacht: Vrouwelijk
*Zoon of dochter van: Ze is de dochter van Poison Ivy en Harley Quinn. Via een donor is Ivy bevrucht geraakt en kwam zij als resultaat.
Superkracht(en): Ze heeft de krachten van haar moeder overgeërfd en heeft ook een paar dingen van Harley geleerd al had zij niet echt speciale krachten. Ze kan communiceren met planten en kan deze ook besturen. Ook is ze bestand tegen elk soort gif en zelf een soort gif fabriek. Ze kan giffen in zichzelf maken die ze dan via een aanraking, maar ze verkiest ze via een kus door te geven. Die giffen kunnen verlamming, gedachtebeheersing of de dood als gevolg hebben. Ze is leniger en sneller als normale mensen en kan goed overweg met een kruisboog en een liaanzweep. Harvey heeft haar het een en ander over psychoanalyse en explosieven geleerd. Hierdoor kan ze onder andere vrij goed zien of mensen haar de waarheid vertellen en is haar mensenkennis nogal groot. Ook heeft ze een natuurlijke aantrekkingskracht tot zowel jongens als meisjes en is ze een meester in het verleiden van mensen.
Innerlijk: Iris is net zoals haar moeder een enorme manipulatieve, sluwe, verleidelijke vrouw. Ze werpt haar vrouwelijke vormen maar al te graag in de strijd om anderen het vuile werk op te laten lossen. Ze laat haar echte emoties nooit merken en wanneer ze vrienden met je wilt worden is dat waarschijnlijk gewoon omdat ze iets gedaan van je wilt krijgen. Hoewel ze zo met haar lichaam te koop loopt heeft ze wel een gevoel van waardigheid alleen zit dat diep verborgen onder haar onthullende kleding. Ook echte aardigheid is bij haar ver te zoeken al heeft ze soms wel medelijden met anderen en zal deze personen dan in bescherming nemen. Ze gaat ook nooit een lange relatie met iemand aan omdat ze bang is emotioneel gekwetst te worden en ze nooit zwak wilt overkomen tegenover iemand anders. Ze kan dus ook slecht tegen haar verlies en haat het wanneer anderen de baas over haar spelen. Ze wil de leider zijn van haar eigen leven en heeft vrijheid nodig.
Uiterlijk: Ze lijkt erg veel op poison ivy, en niet zozeer op Quinn.
Familie: Ze is de enige dochter van Poison Ivy en Harley Quinn. Ze heeft haar echte vader nooit gekend, maar maakt zich daar niet echt zorgen over.
Extra: Ivy en Harley horen beiden aan de slechte zijde al is Ivy niet zo slecht als ze lijkt en was ook Harvey vroeger goed. Ook Iris zit met gemengde gevoelens over welke kant ze uiteindelijk zou kiezen.

Azelf
Straatmuzikant

Azelf schreef:
Fyi, my character's in Dutch as well, same reasons

Naam: Auguste Charles Xavier (Charles, naar zijn vader)
Leeftijd: 21
Geslacht: Man/jongen
Zoon of dochter van: Charles Francis Xavier
Superkracht(en): Hij kan gedachten lezen, door middel van gedachten communiceren met mensen, en hij kan Cerebro gebruiken.
Innerlijk: Auguste is stil, slim, droog en sarcastisch. Hij is goed te vertrouwen, en bijna altijd aardig. Al vertrouwen mensen hem wel snel, hij vertrouwt bijna nooit iemand echt. Hij is als de dood voor Magneto, zelfs nu die zijn krachten heeft verloren. Angst uit hij meestal in woede of sarcasme, tot het op dat punt komt waar hij als een klein muisje in een hoekje wegkruipt. Hij weigert meestal zijn mening te geven, voor hij beide kanten van de zaak kent. Verder is hij heel erg ongeduldig. Als je hem laat wachten, raakt hij snel geïrriteerd en snauwerig (als dat een woord is).
De rest merk je wel in RPG..? En ik zal van tijd tot tijd nog dingen toevoegen, als iets niet klopt, mail me (;
Uiterlijk:
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Familie: Zijn vader is professor Charles Francis Xavier, van zijn moeder en de rest is weinig bekend.
Extra: Hij kan zijn emoties slecht beheersen, als hij, bijvoorbeeld, ergens om moet lachen, zal niets hem daarvan weerhouden.

Marissa
Internationale ster

Marissa schreef:

Naam: Elliot Wilson
Leeftijd: 22 jaar
Geslacht: Mannelijk
*Zoon of dochter van: Peter Parker en Wade Wilson. Opa’s: Steve Rogers en Tony Stark
Superkracht(en): De spinnenkrachten van Peter en het kunnen herstellen van Wade. Wade heeft Elliot ook aardig wat trucjes met de wapens geleerd, daar zit het ook wel goed mee.
Innerlijk: Elliot is verlegen, net zoals zijn vader. Ook heeft hij het lieve karakter van Peter geërfd, maar de gekke gedachten en acties van Wade. Soms kan Elliot de meest gekke dingen in zijn hoofd halen en die dan ook uitvoeren. Verder is het een grote knuffelbeer, die iedereen op zijn of haar gemak wil stellen. Hij zet anderen altijd voorop en denkt pas als laatste aan zichzelf. Zo is hij nu eenmaal.
Uiterlijke bruine haren van zijn vader Peter, maar de witblauwe ogen van Wade. Hij is niet erg lang, maar 1.70m. Wel is hij erg gespierd. Helaas heeft hij, mede door zijn vader Wade, een huidprobleem. Daarom loopt hij altijd zo bedekt mogelijk en met zijn hoofd omlaag gericht, omdat mensen nogal snel bang van zijn uiterlijk worden.
Familie: 2 vaders: Peter Parker en Wade Winston Wilson. De ouders van Peter Parker: Steve Rogers en Tony Stark. Van de kant van Wade is niets bekend. Verder heeft hij geen familie, wel veel ‘ooms’, wat de leden van The Avengers zijn.
Extra: Peter en Wade zijn beide zijn biologische ouders. Ze hebben met een neutrale eicel een kind van hen beide weten te creëren. Verder is Elliot vooral gespecialiseerd in het vechten met zijn samurai zwaard.

Naam: Raphael Brinod.
Leeftijd: 20 jaar
Geslacht:Mannelijk
*Zoon of dochter van: Hij weet niet wie zijn ouders zijn, in ieder geval geen superhelden.
Superkracht(en): Raphael heeft een lange staart, die verschrikkelijk krachtig is. Ook heeft hij lange slachttanden, waar vergif in zit, die mensen gelijk dood. Dit gebruikt hij alleen wanneer hij dat nodig vindt. Zijn snelheid, spierkracht en souplesse zijn ook groter dan die van een normaal mens. Zijn huid kan alle dingen van aarde aan en ook bepaalde krachten deren hem niet.
Innerlijk:Raphael is een verlegen iemand die niet snel praat. Hij weet niet goed wat hij met anderen aan moet, omdat hij dit nooit heeft geleerd. Omdat hij al jaren een project is geweest van een onbekende organisatie, heeft hij nooit geleerd vrienden te maken of welke vorm van relaties dan ook. Het is wel een vriendelijke jongen die bijna altijd vrolijk is.
Uiterlijk:Lang, 1.90. Lang wit haar, die in een staart gebonden is. Zijn ogen zijn chocolade bruin. Verder is hij aardig gespierd en heeft hij een lieve lach.
Familie: Niemand.
Extra: Als hij hyper is, kan hij niet stilzitten en begint dan altijd te stuiteren.

Dauntless
Wereldberoemd

Dauntless schreef:
Iris still had mixed feeling about this whole heroe-school thing. But her mother insisted on the fact that it was the perfect place to make connections with all the young superheroes who one day probably became her enemie. She sighed when she walked through the doors of the giant building. Het mother had never known that she had some doubts about her being a villain. Like, the villains never won a thing and yes she loved breaking rules en using her poisons on people but did that really ment she was evil. Nevertheless, it wasn't even sure if she could study here because of her mothers reputation. First she had an appointment with the head op the school who would decide if she could stay or should leave. When she walker through the hallways she felt te boys gazing at her, wich was normal because her clothes just were very short and showed her curves perfectly, to desribe it with one word, she looked like a slut. She knocked on the door of the heads office and a womans voice told her she could come in. "Hello, my name is..." "Iris Quinn, you really look like your mother" said Storm head of the school. "Well please sit down, i'm going to ask you some questions, well actually Auguste will ask you some questions, he's one of our best students and I think he'll arrive any second" she told her and Iris raised and elbrow. 'Why should this Auguste ask her some questions and not the head herself' she thought when someone knocked on the door.

Azelf
Straatmuzikant

Azelf schreef:

Just when he flipped another page of his book, the infamous Auguste Xavier heard his phone-alarm ringing from his bed. He pushed his desk chair away from his desk with his feet, rolling the chair towards his bed. When he got near enough, he reached out en grabbed his phone. He unlocked it and calmly took a look at his screen. On it was the time, an alarm icon and one word; interrogation. It was the reason why he set the alarm: to remind him of it. Auguste was a forgetful person. Keeping this in mind, he set alarms for almost everything. Auguste set the alarm of, stood from his chair and put his phone in his back pocket. Just as calmly as he took a look on the screen, he walked to the door. A few moments later Auguste strolled through the silent hallway. Most students were in class that hour. Auguste, though, followed a ‘special’ training. Technically just because there was no other telepath known who was better trained than he was, and there weren’t many ways for Auguste to train. Deep in thoughts Auguste walked through the hall. He wasn’t rushing or anything, the new student, whoever it may be, could wait a while. He was curious, though, he always was. Always wanted to know everything about anything. But, his curiosity wasn’t enough to fasten his pace. Nothing seemed to be, it was more like he was making a stroll around the school, when he couldn’t sleep. Anyway, by the time he started looking around again, he had already passed the right door. He jogged back a couple of meters and put his hand on the doorknob, curiosity growing even bigger in his stomach pit. He opened the door. First on a crack, just so he could get a look on the girl in the room. When he only saw some red curls, he opened the door further, and the looks of the girl were something he immediately frowned upon. A downright slut. Raising an eyebrow, he stepped inside. ‘Good afternoon, Storm,’ he said, still looking at the girl. Then he walked towards her, holding out his hand. ‘I’m Auguste Xavier, nice to meet you,’ he said politely.

Dauntless
Wereldberoemd

Dauntless schreef:
Iris stood up when a guy, who couldn't be much older than her, shook her hand. "Xavier, the son of Charles I suppose" she said and a flirty smile appeared on her face. "Well lets start our conversation shall we. So miss Quinn we all know that both your mothers are villains and this is a school for heroes" said Storm and Iris answered immediately. "Well my mothers also did good thing. When an earthquick hit Gotham city for exemple Ivy made a tropical garden of what once was a park and took care for all the children who lost their parents. If that isn't a nice thing and Harley was a normal psychiatrist once, she just fell in love with the Joker who used her. Luckily Ivy made her realise he was manipulating her and things are going much better right now. And besides i'm an individual so if I want to be a heroe thats my choice" In fact she alway listened to the advice of her mothers. They learned her everything and she really looked up to them. "Okay lets move to the next question. What do you do in your spare time, do you visit your father for exemple." "Oh no, I've have never known my real father, I saw his picture and name once on a document, but I don't really care who he was and I don't think he would really care about me so i have never visited him. But in my spare time I love gardening, it's probably a family thing buts that what I do with my free time. "Okay one more question. When was the last time you were angry at someone en did you use your powers against this person. What are your powers actually?" Iris grew numb. The last time she was angry at someone was when she was coming back from a party. Some drunk men waited at her in an alley. They were stronger as her but didn't knew she possesed of other powers. "Go away" she had said "Go away or i'll kill you all" She had been serious but the men refused to listen. When one of them pressed his lips on hers she injected him with a deadly poison. She strangled the others with roots that had sprouted up from the earth when she moved her hands upwards. It was the first time she killed someone and she still had nightmares of it, that brief moment when she was pressed against the wall, his groping hands on her body. She warned then but they wouldn't listen. "Eeuhm sorry I can't remeber the last time I was actually really angry. But of course it would be a pleasure to tell you about my powers." She stood up and leaned foward to kiss Auguste on his mouth. She injected him with a poison that stole his powers from him for one or two hours. "I think you two got enough information. I'll just wait outside so you can discuss everything this lovely boy had found in my head. I hope the information is useful enough to keep me here." She wasn't dumb, the chance that Auguste had the same mutant power as his dad was really high and that was probably the reason he was attending the interview. When she left the office another guy was waiting to enter. "If you're also here for an interview, you'll probably still have to wait an hour or two." She didn't give him a chance to respond and just walked away to the garden of the school.

Marissa
Internationale ster

Marissa schreef:
Elliot just stood there, at the foot of the school. He wasn't sure if he should go or not, but his parents insisted. But, he had to take an intake, because they weren't sure if he was qualified. Because of his dad, Wade. He wasn't the hero type, not really. Not the villain the either, but still. It wasn't quite sure. So, after a girl named Iris, it was his turn to talk to the principal. Who that was, that was something he didn't know. Soon it was time to find out, but he had to wait first. So he sat there, at the couch that stood in front of the office. And while he was waiting, he longed for his home. For his comfortable bed, where he could hide himself from all the bad things out there. Maybe he had the weird mind from his dad Wade, but he was shy, like his other dad Peter. Lucky like he was, with the courage from both of them, he could stand up for his friends, family and other people who needed protection. But sometimes, he wished he hadn't the weird mind from is dad Wade. The voices and thinking in boxes came with that and sometimes, it bothered him. But other times, like these, it was fun having someone to talk with.

You could find Raphael easy, he was as the same spot he was always been. On the roof, looking over the trees that lay around the school, covering it, so no-one could find it, except for those who knew where it was.
His tail swished back and forth, knowing that this was a sign of nervousness. The feeling he had, it was a sign that something wasn't right, but he couldn't place it. So, he send himself down, finding himself in his room again. The walls where covered of a place he didn't know, but he knew that he came from that place. And one day, he would find it.

Azelf
Straatmuzikant

Azelf schreef:

Auguste nodded, while raising an eyebrow at her smile. He recognized it only as a flirt. Apparently the girl’s clothes told some accurate stuff about her. When Storm began talking Auguste looked up, he listened to what she had to say. Storm shot him a look and Auguste silently stepped back. Remaining quiet, he listened to Storm’s question, while reading Iris’s mind. The questions were most certainly interesting. Her answers weren’t quite, but her thoughts… Auguste could write a book filled with her thoughts. A smile crept on his face when he found out how fond the girl was of her mothers, he found it quite adorable. Her dad, on the other hand… Auguste could only wonder how it would feel like not to know a single thing about your very own dad. He had known his dad, not for long, though. Then it began getting seriously interesting. Auguste noticed Iris stiffing up when Storm mentioned the last time she got angry and her thoughts started running around in her head, Auguste could barely follow them. He could imagine why she didn’t want to talk about it, it sounded terrible. He admired her courage; he himself would probably have shut down immediately, taken over by fear. He could actually feel some of her fear creeping up on him, giving him shivers. He did, however, raise an eyebrow when she lied. Not a great way to start at a new school. He listened to her last answer. When she stood up, Auguste expected her to demonstrate her powers, but she didn’t. Before his brains registered what in heaven’s name was going on, he felt two warm lips pressing against his own. At first he didn’t know what to do and when he did, she was already gone. His mind seemed to go a little fuzzy and he couldn’t even understand what she said next. He did see her leave the room, her hips swaying. He was about to swear like some jerk, this sudden head ache was killing him! ‘Auguste?’ Storm anxiously asked. She must’ve seen the sudden change in Auguste’s behavior. ‘Yeah,’ he murmured. ‘I’m… I’m fine,’ he said, talking a bit louder. He blinked a couple of times and shook his head, trying to get rid of his head ache. ‘Are you sure?’ Storm asked. ‘Yeah, I’m great,’ Auguste said again. ‘Could you… could you get the next student?’

Dauntless
Wereldberoemd

Dauntless schreef:
Iris sat down on the grass outside just as she told the head of the school and Auguste. The schoolgardens were well maintained and Iris liked the fact that someone here took care for the nature but she also loved the wildness of it, and there was no wildness in squared pruned rosebushes. It was a hot spring day and she enjoyed the sunlight on het skin. Just like plants she could make food out of sunlight, okay she also needed normal human food and water. But when there was nothing left to eat she probably would survive longer than any normal human. Maybe she could already head back to her house, because she realised she really screw it up back in the office. Sometimes she just didn't think. She sighed when she carefully touched the petals of one of the roses. Well that Auguste hopefully learned a lesson, a stopped looking into her head.

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