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Post by Colonel Nick Fury on Oct 26, 2007 18:55:56 GMT -5
If you want to play an existing comic character. Audition for the role of the character here. The audition is just a short sample of your roleplaying with the character you're trying out for. Once your character is accepted, you can start roleplaying.
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Post by Colonel Nick Fury on Oct 26, 2007 19:58:45 GMT -5
My audition for Nick Fury:
Nick Fury saw the Hydra spy steal a sky racer and immediatly take off from the airstrip on top of the hellicarrier.
Five days ago, SHIELD had announced a new agent to their ranks, Tom Foors. Tom Foors had been a former C.I.A agent and had applied for a job at SHIELD. Due to his background he had been accepted almost straight away. There were file checks done but they all came out fine.
Two hours ago, one of the SHIELD Agents at the computers started getting suspicious. They did some more checks. Looked into his background some more. Tom Foors was a real person. Only he had died. That's what made it so easy for him to create the fake files. Most of it was real. Only not his. Just some changes here there. Some more checking. He was a Hydra agent undercover. To find some documents. To fool SHIELD, Hydra must have had technology superior to theirs, well almost.
Three minutes ago, they started looking for Agent Foors when they figured out everything. He was to be taken into custody immediatley. There were no alarms set. There was just a small team of five agents assembled led by Nick Fury.
They came across the Hydra agent coming out of the bathroom. "Oh hello," the Hydra agent said and when he noticed the small armed team, "Is something going on?" Then all the SHIELD agents aimed their guns at the Hydra agent and Nick Fury said, "Put your hand on your head. We don not wish to harm you. You will be taken into custody. Do not attempt anything. My SHIELD agents are ready to fire." The Hydra agent cursed and started putting his hands on his head, looking like he was going to give up. Then all of a sudden he reached for his jeans and pulled out two small guns. He shot three agents in the head, instantly killing them and shouted, "Heil Hydra!" And he started running.
Nick Fury followed him up to the landing and docking bay to see him steal a sky racer and fly off. The two agents who weren't dead ran up then and stopped next to Fury. "Sorry sir. We should of taken him down," one agent said. "Sorry," Nick Fury said, "What for? Then he turned around and pressed a button on a small control panel. He started walking away as the sky racer self-destructed in the air behind him.
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Post by Colonel Nick Fury on Oct 26, 2007 19:59:27 GMT -5
Approved ~ Colonel Nick Fury
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Post by Wolverine on Oct 27, 2007 8:23:51 GMT -5
I love the fact that you approved yourself. Heh.
Anyways…
I’d like to apply for Wolverine (I’ll change my screen name if/when I’m accepted).
RP Sample:
Wolverine ran through the huge, looming trees. His feet crunching the snow and his claws bared, ready to attack anyone he needs to. He was following a scent so strong he could practically see it in the air, the person he was chasing was just up ahead. Wolverine let out a loud roar to inform that person that he was coming. He heard the footsteps of the man suddenly speed up, of course Wolverine was still much faster.
Before long, the man came into Wolverines view. He was a soldier and was armed with several guns, one of which he was firing blindly over his shoulder at Wolverine though none of the bullets were even coming close to hitting him. In the blink of an eye, Wolverine was right up behind the soldier, which caused the soldier to spin around and fire a machine gun into him, but that still wasn’t enough to stop him. Wolverine jumped and kicked the man over, then kicked his remaining guns away from him. The soldier tried crawling away, but went straight towards a large tree. “Please, Logan! You don’t have to do this!” The man said fearfully as Wolverine approached him. “I was just following orders!”
Wolverine slammed his fist at the soldiers throat, two claws landing either side of his neck, and one right in the middle. Wolverine had retracted the claw just enough so that it didn’t cut the man, but the man could still feel it. “Please.” He said, much quieter than last time. “I’ll do anything, just don’t kill me.”
Wolverine put his face right up close to the soldiers and sniffed. “I ain’t gonna let you outta this forest alive kid.” Wolverine grunted, causing the soldier to whimper uncontrollably. “However, I am gonna give you a choice. You can ether have a quick, painless death or I could cut your stomach open and leave you here to bleed to death. It all depends on how you answer this question.” Wolverine left a long pause between that sentence and his next, the only sounds being a dripping from melting snow and the soldiers whimpering. “What did you people do with Charles Xavier?” Wolverine growled a little when the man began to whimper uncontrollably. He popped the middle claw before giving the man chance to answer. He already knew what they had done to Charles, and it wasn’t dinner and a show.
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Post by Colonel Nick Fury on Oct 27, 2007 8:33:33 GMT -5
I love the fact that you approved yourself. Heh. Somebody had to. Anyway great role-playing. Nothing wrong with it in my eyes. Definitely approved. Approved ~ Colonel Nick Fury
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Post by Batroc ze Leapair!!! on Oct 27, 2007 10:20:08 GMT -5
Im Batroc on another site so ill just copy and paste as thread from there.
Ok heres the rp thingy
Georges frowned and twisted his moustach round his fingers as he considered Sabretooths words. He didnt like the direction Sabretooths plans seemed to be heading. Batroc was all for giving a hero a good old beat down now and again but kidnapping their family...that wasnt a line Batroc wanted to cross.
"eet ees a good plan Monsiour Creed....but all zis kidnapping...eet ees not really something zat I am how you say..comfortable with n’est-ce pas?" Batroc said taking a few steps forward. "I rob places, twirl my moustach and look good...kidnapping und killing...eet ees not something zat I do...of course eef zair ees un guarantee zat no innocents will be harmed I shall be willing to help you out no?" he said glancing up at Sabretooth expectantly.
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Post by Colonel Nick Fury on Oct 27, 2007 10:25:01 GMT -5
The birds on the ground scattered away as the propulsion rockets from Iron Man's feet came closer and closer to the ground. A circle of people gathered around Iron Man watching him as he landed. Little children were delighted at the chance of meeting their idol. Some of the older people, even more delighted.
There were shouts from all sides of him asking for autographs and whatnot. "Sorry," Iron Man apologized, "Not right now. I have a meeting with Tony Stark. Sorry. I gotta go." He pushed forward through the crowd to the front door of Stark Towers.
As soon as he reached his office he took off his helmet and threw it on the table. Tony got himself a martini and slumped down into his chair in front of his desk. "What a day?" What a day indeed. For Tony Stark had been busy trying to get a new military contract from the government and then had to solve a hostage situation at a Bank. Bank Robbers. Classic, aren't they? You'd think that they'd know by now that if they're going to rob a bank, some superhero will get them. Will they ever learn? At least it made a good front page photo.
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Post by Colonel Nick Fury on Oct 27, 2007 10:26:19 GMT -5
Im Batroc on another site so ill just copy and paste as thread from there. Ok heres the rp thingy Georges frowned and twisted his moustach round his fingers as he considered Sabretooths words. He didnt like the direction Sabretooths plans seemed to be heading. Batroc was all for giving a hero a good old beat down now and again but kidnapping their family...that wasnt a line Batroc wanted to cross. "eet ees a good plan Monsiour Creed....but all zis kidnapping...eet ees not really something zat I am how you say..comfortable with n’est-ce pas?" Batroc said taking a few steps forward. "I rob places, twirl my moustach and look good...kidnapping und killing...eet ees not something zat I do...of course eef zair ees un guarantee zat no innocents will be harmed I shall be willing to help you out no?" he said glancing up at Sabretooth expectantly. Approved ~ Colonel Nick Fury
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Post by Winter Soldier on Oct 27, 2007 11:16:57 GMT -5
Applying for Winter Soldier
His head hurt.
This in itself was not an uncommon thing these days- The sudden recollection of lost memories, guilt, stress, and lack of sleep were never a combination that brought about good results for one's head. A good night's sleep alone would probably help. Yet it just would not come.
It wasn't like he hadn't tried. Even now he was lying on the ragged run-down bed in the dilapidated and unused military for that had been his (and Captain America's) base of operations back in the days of the Second World War- back when he had been Bucky, Cap's spunky teenage sidekick. Back when--
--He didn't want to think about that now.
It was hard not to, though. After all, there was so much of his old self here. Yet he had nowhere else to go. This was as close to home was he was going to ever be able to get to. What was the alternative? Go back to Russia; back to the stasis chamber where he had been kept for so many years when his services as an assassin were not needed? No. He wasn't some puppet of the KGB anymore. He wasn't... hell. He didn't know what he was right now, aside from a mess.
Closing his brown eyes and letting a sigh escape from his lips, the question that had been rolling across Winter Soldier's mind came up once again. Now what?
Now what indeed. He had nowhere to go, no one to turn to, and for the first time ever, his life had no purpose to it. He couldn't be Bucky again, THAT was for sure. The days of slitting Nazi throats were over. He couldn't (and wouldn't) go back to Cap. Their last run-in was what had caused this whole mess. Not to Russia. Karpov was dead. His time there was done.
So... now what? He certainly couldn't stay here and let past memories ruin him like they were right now. With no one to go to and no place to return to, Winter Soldier was, for the second time in his entire life, on his own. Only there was no generous army division to adopt him as the camp mascot this time around, no Steve Rogers to befriend him and lead him on thrilling on exciting adventures behind enemy lines. No, this time he was going to have to forge his own path in life.
It wasn't ALL that bad, though, once Winter Soldier got to thinking on it. He had skills. Useful ones. After decades of playing the assassin, he had enough combat and stealth skills to make himself useful as a mercenary... maybe even he'd pick up assassination again. No he didn't particularly care for the killing, but it was what he was good at. It was the only career he knew. It could only be a temporary thing, maybe...
And, as his mind wandered not on the past, but on the future, Winter Soldier finally drifted off into the one thing he hadn't had since his last run-in with Cap four days ago-- sleep.
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Post by Colonel Nick Fury on Oct 27, 2007 11:40:33 GMT -5
Approved ~ Colonel Nick Fury
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Post by Moon Knight on Oct 27, 2007 12:05:43 GMT -5
He held up his hands. " Please God...no..." God was on vacation. His replacement is Khonshu. Julius Vasquez violated little girls. He waited for them in the park of schools. He entices them with dolls from the toy store in which he works. He had a back room set up in his mother's house, the floor above the small split house which he rents from hers. His mother works as a nurse aid for Gotham Aid corp and is out most of the afternoon. Arriving sometimes at nine or ten at night. By that time, most of the damage is done. Julius fell lack a sack of meat and slides across the floor. He crawled towards the in the corner of the room. Claws and scraps at the wood, tries to work his arms around the thin legs. Tries to keep himself grounded. Tries to stop the world from spinning. It didn't help. " Please God, don't hurt me...please...I'll...I'll--Oof! " The knuckle dusters biteinto his skin with a pop. They ached but Marc didn't mind. He didn''t even really feel it, never does, not until after the work was done. When he retired to bed and tries to sleep. " Tires " being the optimum word. Julius hands' disengaged from the wood and begin to go limp after the third or fourth blow to the face with the dusters. The pale moonlight came in clean thorough the window, it made the blood on the wall shimmer like salt on the alter. The alter of Khonshu. The alter of vengeance The moon blade glimmered. It caught the light and sliced it. He laid an arm neck Julius neck to steady him, knees rested on Julius's arm. The glove hand of that arm held Julius's face. The blade inched closer. There was a scream for a moment and a muffled gurgle cry. In the darkness, Marc punched once and the body steady. Marc stood. The blade was dropped with a tinkered sound. It was done. ~ On a rooftop not too far away... His cloak...his vestiments whipped in the wind. Marc Spector stood over the ledge and looked down into the bubbling messy culdron below. It shuttered and his eyes narrowed. " You did well tonight, Marc. " It said. It gave what Marc thought could be a grin, though it was hard to tell. " Thank you. "" See? You're getting into the swings of things. Feels good to be back? To dispense justice...to dispense vengeance. " The shambled corpse walked, moved quickly to join him at the edge and looked down, albiet in a different direction. " So much evil. " It said. " So much wonderful vengeance to be have. ". It's dilapidated face. The mad eyes of a ghost corpse bore into him. Marc felt it and an unease moved thorough him that started from the top of his head and moved down his spine like a electric currrent. " They'll cower even before they see the moon if you keep this up. They'll whisper our names in the darkest corners. Our face will be the stuff of nightmare. They'll think twice next time..." It began. "...you don't care. " Marc interrupted bluntly. " You don't care about the victims. " " No " it said. " That's what you do, Marc. That's what you pretend to do anyway To make yourself feel better about all the suffering. You act like you care because you don't want to admit that you like to hurt people. Evil people. The unredeemable ones. The murders, the psychos, the child molesters. You like making this sick !@#$ pay. " It's laugh was a gutteral shrik. Like the screams of burning children met the hideous rattle of bones slapped together. " Or something....maybe you just like hurting people, Marc. " It said. " You ever think about that? "
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Post by Colonel Nick Fury on Oct 27, 2007 12:09:50 GMT -5
Approved ~ Colonel Nick Fury
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Post by Daredevil on Oct 27, 2007 12:26:13 GMT -5
~The Now~
As the gun was pressed to his temple, Matt thinks That wasn't right what they did to Ned. His life was crap. They could have at least let him eat his sandwich. The Ned he mentally referring to was a short rotuned man who laid beside him with blood trickling down from the hole in the center of his head. Behind him, on the far wall, his brain matter has spilled in a flower pattern and dripped down. He wore a yellow shirt which said " Malemar " on it. Matt wasn't sure what that meant, but he hadn't realized it was on his shirt to begin with.
Still, he said was he shuffled in his bindings, the glass that had exploded and embedded in his forearm scraped inside the skin and burned up and down his arms.
" Was this what you wanted? " He said with an almost unconvinced shrug and thingyed the hammer back. Matt heard the shifted metal as the bullet slipped sideways into the chamber.
" Is this really what you wanted? "
~The Then~
When it rained over Clinton, Matt could pretend that he had sight. With each raindrop creating it's own natural precussion, Matt's mind locked onto the form that the soundwaves passed over and allowed him to visualized the scapes. Usually, much of the details would be lost, but when it rained...when it rained he could see the little nooks that made things more than just square blocks in his mind. He could see the forms in the street and the rough texture of each building. The cracks in the mortors around him. Matt closed his eyes. He focused only on the details. He listened to the rain fall, each forming their own little echo and felt the pressure dropped. He tasted the moisture on his lip moments before the downpour began. He sucked in the water thorough his nose. For once in a long time he knew it would be a good night.
As the rain began to fall, he ran. Legs pumped forward, starting at a jog before growing to a trot and as he move closer to the roof's edge, into a pronounced gallop. His stride never breaking, not even as the omenous ledge closed in on his shin, Matt simply hopped. Arms spread, he leaped almost gleefully into the air. Seconds ticked away in beats of hard rain falling thorough the canyons of concrete. Matt envisioned the ground getting closer as a smile brimed and broke thorough his face. Milla wouldn't understand. How could?, he wondered. A pang of guilt passed thorough him. He chastized himself for that thought, swung his head underneath his legs in that moment, grasped a club from his sheath and raised it up high over his head. He pushed in the quiet trigger, heard the tiny pop of the gas propelled grapnel. The line cut thorough the air with a swoosh crashing into droplets of rain as it sail thorough the air. The red steel cable grew taut and as his free fall ended he kicked his legs forward and spun up completing the arch with a somersault towards the nearest concrete rooftop. Without hesitation, his form snapped back the cable as he landed and pumped his muscular legs across the black top.
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Post by erin on Oct 27, 2007 12:31:13 GMT -5
Rogue took a deep shaky breath and slowly opened her eyes. She was in her bedroom at Xaviers. There was nothing to fear. Everything was fine. Everything was good. She rolled out of bed and flipped her long hair out of her face. Ever since she'd permanently absorbed Sunfire, she's had nightmares. Not the Carol's going to rip your soul apart kind. Instead, she woke up every night feeling intense phantom pains. Like Deathstrike's claws were ripping into her legs and severing them. She stared down at her knees fighting the urge to touch them and make sure that they were still there. On the one hand, any nightmares were preferrable to being alone in her mind and having to use her powers constantly to get that satisfied high of absorbing other "souls". On the other, having a depressed, acerbic Shiro in your head was no picnic. At least he wasn't Carol. Rogue stood up and started getting her uniform ready. She had a training session with the X-Men this morning. She was a little leery of facing Wolverine. He seemed to know. He'd asked her, "How could you let that happen again?" She'd brushed it off. But the truth was - she'd needed it to happen. She could function now without grabbing at the skin of strangers all the time. Rogue pulled her hair in a ponytail and went to find some coffee.
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Post by The Shroud on Oct 27, 2007 12:33:53 GMT -5
He sat on the chair with the edge of he seat facing behind him, arms atop of the upper back support as he looked up at Vincient, who's could only stare back with that pitiful look of his swollen discolored left eye. " We're gonna talk about this. " Maximilian said with his voice slip sharp. " We're going to talk about you and me. " He nodded over to the shadows and waited as the hard slap of fist connecting to tender flesh passed, it's echo ringing out from it's epicenter to leap and die at the fours of the room. Max said " There is a time, Vincent. There is a time and a place for everything. " He flipped the thread of black hair from his face. " Everyone knew that, Vince. Everyone in the group knew that except you. "
" And now look at what it caused us. "
Vincent muttered something thorough his crack, broken mouth and dribbled blood on the floor. Max hated that because it was DNA and mother!@$#s now with the CSI bull!@#$ could track you down by a thread found in a carpet. They could send you on a one way trip to the injection booth for !@#$ing DNA. He sighed and stood up, freeing from the chest pocket of his double breasted black suit jacket a hankerchief. Sensible hand made italian loafers clicked as the heel landed on the gray concrete floor. He knewl next to the blood and lid the white cloth atop of it, watching as the red spot spread out like the echos of the wet slapping sound as another blow landed on Vincent's melon. Vincent let out a low whine and sputtered. Max looked up at Hangman. Hangman looked back at Max. Max turned to Vincent and tossed Hangman the hankerchief.
" You've cost us, Vince. I'm sorry...." He said, actually sympathetic. " But we both know I don't have a choice. "
His hand went inside of the black double breasted suit jacket. Vincent shivered as he began to cry. The annoying rattle of the legs came as the shivers work down the back of the chair, around his tied wrist. Max pressed the cool chrome barrel to his forehead. Without looking away, he said to Hangman " Tell Digger we don't have a fresh one this week. " and gently squeezed the trigger.
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