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- Joined
- Jul 29, 2012
At the top of a mountain in North America, a secret organization discovered the ruins of the oldest city known to man. After a short examination they learned a terrifying fact. This city was the last relic of a civilization that controlled the entire world- a civilization that had destroyed it self with it's own magic. The decision to seal the site was almost unanimous.
Rather then hiding the site and pretending it didn't exist the organization saw this as an opportunity. They had wanted to have a hand in the training of young supernaturals, and building Argo Academy was such an elegant way to achieve that goal. They sealed all entrance to the ruined city by building a state of the art private school with the ruins as a foundation.
They advertised the new school to wealthy parents of privileged but normal children at first. Then they started looking for children with powers of one type or another. These children are given special privileges and responsibilities. By protecting the school they also protect the ruined city. By doing so they learn how to control their powers.
The rooms have two sets of queen sized bunk beds and computers in each bunk has a computer on the wall next to it, and fold down walls that allow for complete privacy. The bathrooms were designed my showoffs to have every possible amenity. They have both a shower and a bath tub. There is a mini-bar/table against the wall next to the bathroom door. We share rooms.
Rules
1) You are a child. All PCs are under 18 years of age. No immortals or people who can control their age. Clones, time travelers or reincarnated people are ok as long as don't have the personality of that adult.
2)No all purpose badass playboy geniuses. You know what I mean.
3) No Ravonies like behavior. Consider this advice for life in general. For those of you who don't know, Ravonies is a jackass RPer who may as well be a troll. He constantly derails RPs by basing the events of his post on pictures, and trying to force others to do what he wants with god modding and other bullshit.
4) The other students don't know about magic. Its up to us to hide it from them and the rest of the world. If you want to make a character who doesn't look human its fine as long as they have a way of disguising themselves.
5) Be sure to leave room for growth and learning when you create your character. There's no point in them going to school if they know it all already.
6) All players are allowed to have up to three characters. This applies to PCs only, we will still create NPCs as needed. With that in mind...
Template
Name:
Age:
Power:
Weakness: (not required)
Skills:
Weapons:
Equipment:
Personality:
Bio:
Theme song: (not required)
Appearance:
(please also write a short story about how your character came to be at the academy. (Not required)
Name: Unknown. Goes by Scott
Age: 14
Power: Combination of tech implants, advanced biological glands and magical glyphs that give him a variety of technological, biological and magical powers. Tech: invisibility, force shields, tactical scanners, sonic bombs, gunpowder igniting microwaves. Bio: claws, bio-napalm, bio-freezing liquid, electric outburst, insect swarm. Magic: telekinesis, kinetic blast, line-of-sight teleportation, slow time, intangibility.
Weakness: all his powers expend certain resources that will run out quickly if he doesn't replenish them with chemicals. All his ranged abilities are only effective within 7 meters. He can also only use two powers at a time.
Skills: Espionage, hand to hand combat, free running, chemistry.
Weapons: None.
Equipment: Energy juice, protein juice, mana juice to fuel his powers. He also knows how to make more.
Personality: Paranoid, angry, sad. He's trying to make friends and not be so angry all the time, but it's hard to change.
Bio: Scott was bought as a baby from his birth family shortly after being born. He was one of many children who were raised to become the army of the new world order. He and the other nameless children were put through brutal training and torturous surgeries to make them into weapons. But he was special. He was able to use powers from all three categories where as most of the others could only use one and few could use two. This turned out to be a mixed blessing.
Scott was spared the mental conditioning that forced the other children to serve the evil people who did such horrible things to them. Instead, Scott was experimented on for days on end. It was the most nightmarish experience of his entire life.
One day, something magical happened. One of his nurses came skin sample. She cut him without taking the time to paralyze him first. Scott fired off a kinetic blast that sent the nurse flying into a wall. She was dead now. How could she possibly be alive with her head twisted around like that and those bones sticking out of her chest. She had been right in front of his hand.
Scott finally realized that he had power now. The power to make it stop. The power to get out. The power to make these horrible people hurt. To make pain go where it needed to go. He hurt the people who stormed the room to get him back under control. He used just about every power he had to try and make them hurt as much as the deserved to hurt. He could never really get them to feel enough pain. They died too fast.
After hours of hurting people he found that he had run out of people to hurt and that the outside world was his for the taking. He was in North America now. The other facility had been in Europe. He knew that he had to run now. Had to hide. Had to live. So he left.
Theme song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f9VOObdgeUQ
Appearance: http://www.absoluteanime.com/tenjho_tenge/bob.jpg
It hurt. Scott had walked for two days now with his socks over his shoes. It kept him from leaving tracks well enough, but it was far from comfortable. It didn't help that the shoes were too big for him. It couldn't be helped since they were the only ones he could find at the party he crashed on his way into Arizona. He had learned how to do things like that. It was called "field craft" by his instructors.
He had learned a lot of things. He was using it now. Using it to run. Using it to be free. And he knew he was going to have to use it to fight soon. He knew he'd have to fight for his freedom again and again and again right now.
A monster truck roared over hill and started barreling right at him. He braced himself to jump out of the way, but they had better breaks than he would have guessed. There was an assault rifle trained on him from the passenger side window.
"What the fuck?" the armed man said after eyeballing Scott. "It's a nigger! Niggers don't come from Mexico."
The driver said something back but Scott couldn't hear it. The gunman must have agreed because he was laughing. "What the fuck are you doing out here?" The gunman asked with a touch of levity.
"I'm trying to get somewhere." Scott wasn't lying. He wanted to walk away from them, so he did.
"Hold it right there, you little shit!" The gunman shouted and hopped out of the truck The driver jumped out and followed him.
"Why are you trying not to leave tracks?" The driver asked pointing at Scott's feet.
"I'll bet this little niggers trying to help the wetbacks get in." The gunman said with a certain self satisfaction. "What kind of American are you?"
"He's a nigger American." The driver said. They both laughed.
"What kind of American carries a French assault rifle?" Scott shouted pointing at the gunman. "It's a FAMAS."
The gunman began to growl at Scott. He pointed the gun with intent to kill. That's when Scott remembered how he recognized the rifle. It was a bullpup. The action was puled back into the butt, and the ammo with it. He pointed his hand at the rifle and clinched his fist. The rifle exploded and took a lot of the gunman's right side with it. What was left of him fell to the ground in a bloody mess.
Scott used his claws on the driver. He dug into the man's chest. The man was fatter than the others he had killed this way had been. His heart was more protected, but Scott cut it open all the same. His face was frozen with a look of pain and terror as he died.
Scott did a quick scan to see if there was anyone else around. There wasn't. He took the opportunity to do some looting. He found a little bit of cash. He knew he would need that at some point. He also found water and some narcotics he figured he could barter with. There were also little bits of paper here and there where the two men had taken notes.
Scott looked at everything he could find inside the truck. He had been taught to soak up intelligence like a sponge. He found a lot of references to an organization called the Minute Men. He was in the middle of forming a mental dossier when he noticed something else.
An envelope. It was on the seat next to him where nothing had been only a moment ago. It had name on it. His name. The one he had chosen. There was a question mark next to it as if the ones who wrote this were wondering if that truly was his name. Or, maybe they were asking if he intended to keep this name.
Who could have delivered this to him like this? How? Not the people who made him. They didn't have this kind of power. So who? He was shocked when he found himself opening the letter. He couldn't really stop his curiosity.
It was an invitation.
Rather then hiding the site and pretending it didn't exist the organization saw this as an opportunity. They had wanted to have a hand in the training of young supernaturals, and building Argo Academy was such an elegant way to achieve that goal. They sealed all entrance to the ruined city by building a state of the art private school with the ruins as a foundation.
They advertised the new school to wealthy parents of privileged but normal children at first. Then they started looking for children with powers of one type or another. These children are given special privileges and responsibilities. By protecting the school they also protect the ruined city. By doing so they learn how to control their powers.
The rooms have two sets of queen sized bunk beds and computers in each bunk has a computer on the wall next to it, and fold down walls that allow for complete privacy. The bathrooms were designed my showoffs to have every possible amenity. They have both a shower and a bath tub. There is a mini-bar/table against the wall next to the bathroom door. We share rooms.
Rules
1) You are a child. All PCs are under 18 years of age. No immortals or people who can control their age. Clones, time travelers or reincarnated people are ok as long as don't have the personality of that adult.
2)No all purpose badass playboy geniuses. You know what I mean.
3) No Ravonies like behavior. Consider this advice for life in general. For those of you who don't know, Ravonies is a jackass RPer who may as well be a troll. He constantly derails RPs by basing the events of his post on pictures, and trying to force others to do what he wants with god modding and other bullshit.
4) The other students don't know about magic. Its up to us to hide it from them and the rest of the world. If you want to make a character who doesn't look human its fine as long as they have a way of disguising themselves.
5) Be sure to leave room for growth and learning when you create your character. There's no point in them going to school if they know it all already.
6) All players are allowed to have up to three characters. This applies to PCs only, we will still create NPCs as needed. With that in mind...
Template
Name:
Age:
Power:
Weakness: (not required)
Skills:
Weapons:
Equipment:
Personality:
Bio:
Theme song: (not required)
Appearance:
(please also write a short story about how your character came to be at the academy. (Not required)
Name: Unknown. Goes by Scott
Age: 14
Power: Combination of tech implants, advanced biological glands and magical glyphs that give him a variety of technological, biological and magical powers. Tech: invisibility, force shields, tactical scanners, sonic bombs, gunpowder igniting microwaves. Bio: claws, bio-napalm, bio-freezing liquid, electric outburst, insect swarm. Magic: telekinesis, kinetic blast, line-of-sight teleportation, slow time, intangibility.
Weakness: all his powers expend certain resources that will run out quickly if he doesn't replenish them with chemicals. All his ranged abilities are only effective within 7 meters. He can also only use two powers at a time.
Skills: Espionage, hand to hand combat, free running, chemistry.
Weapons: None.
Equipment: Energy juice, protein juice, mana juice to fuel his powers. He also knows how to make more.
Personality: Paranoid, angry, sad. He's trying to make friends and not be so angry all the time, but it's hard to change.
Bio: Scott was bought as a baby from his birth family shortly after being born. He was one of many children who were raised to become the army of the new world order. He and the other nameless children were put through brutal training and torturous surgeries to make them into weapons. But he was special. He was able to use powers from all three categories where as most of the others could only use one and few could use two. This turned out to be a mixed blessing.
Scott was spared the mental conditioning that forced the other children to serve the evil people who did such horrible things to them. Instead, Scott was experimented on for days on end. It was the most nightmarish experience of his entire life.
One day, something magical happened. One of his nurses came skin sample. She cut him without taking the time to paralyze him first. Scott fired off a kinetic blast that sent the nurse flying into a wall. She was dead now. How could she possibly be alive with her head twisted around like that and those bones sticking out of her chest. She had been right in front of his hand.
Scott finally realized that he had power now. The power to make it stop. The power to get out. The power to make these horrible people hurt. To make pain go where it needed to go. He hurt the people who stormed the room to get him back under control. He used just about every power he had to try and make them hurt as much as the deserved to hurt. He could never really get them to feel enough pain. They died too fast.
After hours of hurting people he found that he had run out of people to hurt and that the outside world was his for the taking. He was in North America now. The other facility had been in Europe. He knew that he had to run now. Had to hide. Had to live. So he left.
Theme song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f9VOObdgeUQ
Appearance: http://www.absoluteanime.com/tenjho_tenge/bob.jpg
It hurt. Scott had walked for two days now with his socks over his shoes. It kept him from leaving tracks well enough, but it was far from comfortable. It didn't help that the shoes were too big for him. It couldn't be helped since they were the only ones he could find at the party he crashed on his way into Arizona. He had learned how to do things like that. It was called "field craft" by his instructors.
He had learned a lot of things. He was using it now. Using it to run. Using it to be free. And he knew he was going to have to use it to fight soon. He knew he'd have to fight for his freedom again and again and again right now.
A monster truck roared over hill and started barreling right at him. He braced himself to jump out of the way, but they had better breaks than he would have guessed. There was an assault rifle trained on him from the passenger side window.
"What the fuck?" the armed man said after eyeballing Scott. "It's a nigger! Niggers don't come from Mexico."
The driver said something back but Scott couldn't hear it. The gunman must have agreed because he was laughing. "What the fuck are you doing out here?" The gunman asked with a touch of levity.
"I'm trying to get somewhere." Scott wasn't lying. He wanted to walk away from them, so he did.
"Hold it right there, you little shit!" The gunman shouted and hopped out of the truck The driver jumped out and followed him.
"Why are you trying not to leave tracks?" The driver asked pointing at Scott's feet.
"I'll bet this little niggers trying to help the wetbacks get in." The gunman said with a certain self satisfaction. "What kind of American are you?"
"He's a nigger American." The driver said. They both laughed.
"What kind of American carries a French assault rifle?" Scott shouted pointing at the gunman. "It's a FAMAS."
The gunman began to growl at Scott. He pointed the gun with intent to kill. That's when Scott remembered how he recognized the rifle. It was a bullpup. The action was puled back into the butt, and the ammo with it. He pointed his hand at the rifle and clinched his fist. The rifle exploded and took a lot of the gunman's right side with it. What was left of him fell to the ground in a bloody mess.
Scott used his claws on the driver. He dug into the man's chest. The man was fatter than the others he had killed this way had been. His heart was more protected, but Scott cut it open all the same. His face was frozen with a look of pain and terror as he died.
Scott did a quick scan to see if there was anyone else around. There wasn't. He took the opportunity to do some looting. He found a little bit of cash. He knew he would need that at some point. He also found water and some narcotics he figured he could barter with. There were also little bits of paper here and there where the two men had taken notes.
Scott looked at everything he could find inside the truck. He had been taught to soak up intelligence like a sponge. He found a lot of references to an organization called the Minute Men. He was in the middle of forming a mental dossier when he noticed something else.
An envelope. It was on the seat next to him where nothing had been only a moment ago. It had name on it. His name. The one he had chosen. There was a question mark next to it as if the ones who wrote this were wondering if that truly was his name. Or, maybe they were asking if he intended to keep this name.
Who could have delivered this to him like this? How? Not the people who made him. They didn't have this kind of power. So who? He was shocked when he found himself opening the letter. He couldn't really stop his curiosity.
It was an invitation.