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It was a stormy night, as cliche' as it sounds. The accident was quick, but the results severe; Aron was slammed into by a hit and run vehicle. Aaron Walsh, thirty years old, wasn't exceptional by any means. He was a line cook at a local mom and pop business, though business was good. It was a typical kitchen, full of guys with too much time on their hands and wondering eyes towards the waitresses. Aaron ignored them, though sometimes the attention they gave some of the girls there was borderline sexual harassment. It wasn't his place. He just clocked in his hours, joked with the guys, and kept his head down. No fuss. No mess.
Aaron was in college, his first few semesters, looking for what he actually wanted to do in life. Nothing interested him, and anything that peaked that interest was out of his GPA range for now. Again, Aaron was not exceptional. He kept his head down. He played it safe and kept to himself. He stayed at the dorms of his college, lucking out on a private room.
But then today happened. The accident, the hit and run. The shock caused so much damage to Aaron's body it was almost like witnessing a nightmare. He was barely alive...
It was worse than the doctors had feared upon fist glance; the initial hit broke his body, the impact of where he landed, caused near irreparable damage to his heart. It was failing, and the only thing that could save him was a transplant. Call it luck or fate, but the night of the accident, there was another person, one with a match to Aaron that could save his life, but it cost him his own...
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Years ago, there were legends of a vigilante that ran through the streets and protected the week. Something of an urban legend in this part of the city. But, you know what they say about legends: there's always some kernel of truth behind them. A young gentleman, handsomely dressed, briefcase in hand, walked swiftly out of the executive building and into a waiting taxi, heading for the airport. He was on his way home. His adoptive parents and new girlfriend were waiting. He had news he desperately wanted them to know. Something about him. The scar on his chest. What, or who, the heart he had received sixteen years ago really meant, and what he really did in the city at night. Why there was even an urban legend at all....
But it would never happen. His time was already up. And the beating muscle in his chest had to move on, or risk losing it all together. It was like a crack of thunder preceeded by the squealing spin of tires. And before the man realized it, he is as on the pavement. His seatbelt wasn't on. He didn't think he needed it.
He knew what was coming, what would soon happen. He had said goodbye to his loved ones back home, at least. For an urban legend to die like this, not even saving someone...it was pretty bad...
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Apparently, Aaron's match had been some well to do stock broker. It was pretty lucky; I he same hit and run that had tagged Aaron, had run right into a cab transporting an organ doaner with a match for his heart.
The surgery happened. The recovery painful and long. Aaron's sister and mother were by his side the entire way. But the doctors were confused. During surgery, the heart fit perfectly; no adjustments, not tweaking. It was like it was made for Aaron. It made the surgery less long.
What surprised the doctors even more was how the recovery process seemed to take Aaron no time at all. His bones healed rapidly, his muscles repaired in perfect order. But they stuck to protocol, making sure Aaron kept at a pace they were comfortable with...
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It's been a full year since the accident, and in that time, Aaron has noticed something strange. Normally a type B personality, he was much more assertive. He could read people, catching tones and easily making out what they meant as he read between the lines of their statements and expressions. The doctors cleared him to go to work, and on his first day back, he coulnt make the same jokes as he used to. He found them raunchy and deplorable, to be honest. Which was odd for him. Usually he tried to blend in, not stand out. Not be different. But now people looked at him weird.
Toward the end of shift, a waitress was closing up when another of the line cooks he worked with decided to... aggressively...proposition her for a night together, putting it mildly. After saying no multiple times, Aaron watched as the guy grabbed the girls wrist, obviously on something or intoxicated slightly, as several of the cooks on the back line liked to do while clocked in, and make like he was going to yank her arm.
It was fast. Instinct, a mystic sense that just appeared out of nowhere, or some valorous attempt at being noble and trying to help, he didn't know. But Aaron was at their side almost immediately as it happened, haven't my broken then grip of his fellow employee on the waitresses wrist, and saying with surprising conviction,
"Don't...touch...her. She said no."
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Plot: So, what does the above mean?
This is the story that is like the passing of a torch. It's the heroes journey. For this RP, it would be a more grounded superhero story. There are others with powers out their, but their subtle. The idea being that the powers themselves might not be too extraordinary, but work in a way that compliments the individual.
The main character, Aaron, is gifted a heart of the vigilante of urban legend, and without noticing, begins to start to, almost by compulsion, help people in need. Almost like he knows what will happen, and his body moves without him thinking.
Because he wants to. His heart is compelling him.
What I need from responders: I need literacy. I have several threads on blue moon, you can a majority of the any pertinent information there. I need detail, someone willing to take things long term, and hammer out more plot and setting details.
I look forward to hearing from someone soon!
Aaron was in college, his first few semesters, looking for what he actually wanted to do in life. Nothing interested him, and anything that peaked that interest was out of his GPA range for now. Again, Aaron was not exceptional. He kept his head down. He played it safe and kept to himself. He stayed at the dorms of his college, lucking out on a private room.
But then today happened. The accident, the hit and run. The shock caused so much damage to Aaron's body it was almost like witnessing a nightmare. He was barely alive...
It was worse than the doctors had feared upon fist glance; the initial hit broke his body, the impact of where he landed, caused near irreparable damage to his heart. It was failing, and the only thing that could save him was a transplant. Call it luck or fate, but the night of the accident, there was another person, one with a match to Aaron that could save his life, but it cost him his own...
****
Years ago, there were legends of a vigilante that ran through the streets and protected the week. Something of an urban legend in this part of the city. But, you know what they say about legends: there's always some kernel of truth behind them. A young gentleman, handsomely dressed, briefcase in hand, walked swiftly out of the executive building and into a waiting taxi, heading for the airport. He was on his way home. His adoptive parents and new girlfriend were waiting. He had news he desperately wanted them to know. Something about him. The scar on his chest. What, or who, the heart he had received sixteen years ago really meant, and what he really did in the city at night. Why there was even an urban legend at all....
But it would never happen. His time was already up. And the beating muscle in his chest had to move on, or risk losing it all together. It was like a crack of thunder preceeded by the squealing spin of tires. And before the man realized it, he is as on the pavement. His seatbelt wasn't on. He didn't think he needed it.
He knew what was coming, what would soon happen. He had said goodbye to his loved ones back home, at least. For an urban legend to die like this, not even saving someone...it was pretty bad...
****
Apparently, Aaron's match had been some well to do stock broker. It was pretty lucky; I he same hit and run that had tagged Aaron, had run right into a cab transporting an organ doaner with a match for his heart.
The surgery happened. The recovery painful and long. Aaron's sister and mother were by his side the entire way. But the doctors were confused. During surgery, the heart fit perfectly; no adjustments, not tweaking. It was like it was made for Aaron. It made the surgery less long.
What surprised the doctors even more was how the recovery process seemed to take Aaron no time at all. His bones healed rapidly, his muscles repaired in perfect order. But they stuck to protocol, making sure Aaron kept at a pace they were comfortable with...
****
It's been a full year since the accident, and in that time, Aaron has noticed something strange. Normally a type B personality, he was much more assertive. He could read people, catching tones and easily making out what they meant as he read between the lines of their statements and expressions. The doctors cleared him to go to work, and on his first day back, he coulnt make the same jokes as he used to. He found them raunchy and deplorable, to be honest. Which was odd for him. Usually he tried to blend in, not stand out. Not be different. But now people looked at him weird.
Toward the end of shift, a waitress was closing up when another of the line cooks he worked with decided to... aggressively...proposition her for a night together, putting it mildly. After saying no multiple times, Aaron watched as the guy grabbed the girls wrist, obviously on something or intoxicated slightly, as several of the cooks on the back line liked to do while clocked in, and make like he was going to yank her arm.
It was fast. Instinct, a mystic sense that just appeared out of nowhere, or some valorous attempt at being noble and trying to help, he didn't know. But Aaron was at their side almost immediately as it happened, haven't my broken then grip of his fellow employee on the waitresses wrist, and saying with surprising conviction,
"Don't...touch...her. She said no."
--------
Plot: So, what does the above mean?
This is the story that is like the passing of a torch. It's the heroes journey. For this RP, it would be a more grounded superhero story. There are others with powers out their, but their subtle. The idea being that the powers themselves might not be too extraordinary, but work in a way that compliments the individual.
The main character, Aaron, is gifted a heart of the vigilante of urban legend, and without noticing, begins to start to, almost by compulsion, help people in need. Almost like he knows what will happen, and his body moves without him thinking.
Because he wants to. His heart is compelling him.
What I need from responders: I need literacy. I have several threads on blue moon, you can a majority of the any pertinent information there. I need detail, someone willing to take things long term, and hammer out more plot and setting details.
I look forward to hearing from someone soon!