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I have no idea what to write for an intro here. Lol…
New Wings [Private RP -- Closed]
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Hello! I am sandwich!
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Lol. Should I grab the character template I usually use so we can fill them out for Avery and Dylan?
Yeah.
We should probably fill out RF and Wings as well.
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Sure!
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Appearance:
Usual Outfit:
Personality:
Flaws:
Favorite Food/Drink:
Favorite Animal:
Favorite Color:
Favorite Season:
Favorite Book(s):
Favorite Movie(s)/Show(s):
Favorite Song(s)/Artist(s):
Other: [Sibling(s), backstory, pet(s), hobbies, etc.]
It's kind of a lot… Sorry…
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You don't have to go into as much detail for Red Falon and Wings. Just do their names, appearances, and alternates names/appearances.
Name: Dylan Sykes (Shadow)
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Appearance: About 6'
Usual Outfit: Jeans and a T-shirt. A jacket if he really needs it.
Personality: Sarcastic, Direct, Can be emotional, Sarcastic, Lax, Caring. Did I mention Sarcastic?
Flaws: Can be a tad bit too direct, a terrible liar, prone to murderous rampages, overbearing in his ideas that he alone should take the fire for others.
Favorite Food/Drink: Smoked ham and coffee. not together though.
Favorite Animal: Fox
Favorite Color: Purple
Favorite Season: Winter
Favorite Book(s): All the light we cannot see
Favorite Movie(s)/Show(s): Heroes
Favorite Song(s)/Artist(s): "Burning Man"
Other: No siblings, no direct family. It's almost like he came straight out of the darkness he controls. He had a fat cat once, but that's about it. Friends have been his anchor, not family.
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Name: Avery Harper Thompson (AKA: Aspect)
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Appearance: Wavy, shoulder-length, strawberry-blonde hair cut in an inverted bob; fair skin; freckles across her nose; about 5’4”; bright blue eyes.
Usual Outfit: https://i.pinimg.com/564x/1d/36/d8/1d36d8ff6379de22d4961bd44afd9b96.jpg
** Her supersuit is a silver jacket with black animal prints spread across it, as well as a matching mask, black leggings, and black shoes.
Personality: Rather shy when she first meets someone but opens up pretty quickly.
Flaws: Stubborn; tries to see the good in people even at her own risk; fearful; insecure; over-thinker
Favorite Food/Drink: Chocolate chip cookies // Strawberry milkshakes
Favorite Animal: Cat
Favorite Color: Pink
Favorite Season: Autumn
Favorite Book(s): Anything she can get her hands on!
Favorite Movie(s)/Show(s): Anything Marvel, some fantasy movies/shows, and the Flash.
Favorite Song(s)/Artist(s): Currently a lot of songs by Owl City.
Other: Avery Thompson grew up in North City, raised by both her parents and with her younger sister, Courtney. She was in a building collapse at age 16, which gave her the ability to shapeshift into animals. She also has a cat named Strawberry (I think that’s her name, anyway…). Currently, she lives in an apartment with her best friend and partner, Thea Lane.
Name: Brella Arazael
Age: 30
Gender: Female
Appearance:5'9", A latina-esque skin town, sand-brown hair that extends to her lower back if she has it down, which she never does, preferring a simple braid to keep it out of whatever she's working on. Her hands and arms are all scratched up from working with metal wires, and she constantly smells of smoke.
Usual Outfit: Curved, metal boots and arm braces that help her fly stable, as the wings only offer so much natural levitation. She wears a leather jacket filled with tools.
Personality: Curious about everything, nosey about secrets. This is what got her into being a villain: She had the oppurtunity, she realized, to take her abilities and use them to learn everything. She sees people as barriers to her knowledge, and constantly makes labs, military bases, and Avery her prime targets. All the best information come from those who have something to hide.
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(She's great! I'll get RF up tomorrow; the device I'm on right now is really slow, so it's a pain making characters on it…)
(Kah!)
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(Actually, I remembered I had this. lol.)
Name: Megan Donahue (villain: Red Falcon)
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Appearance: Dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, 5’3”, fair skin.
Usual Outfit: Jeans and a T-shirt, sneakers.
— As the Red Falcon: Bright red armor (chest and back that also covered the arms; arm bracers, boots, thigh armor) also a piece of neck armor, individual claws that would attach to her fingers, and a black wig.
Personality: A quiet, smart girl. She enjoys playing sports of all types, hiking, traveling and listening to country and alternative music.
Flaws: She wants to be a part of the popular crowd so badly that she’s willing to become a villain for it.
Other: One day after school, she is walking around the collapsed building when she sees a note on the ground, saying if she wants to be the bad girl and finally have some fun from her quiet, studious lifestyle check the box 'yes' below and be awake tonight at 1 am.
That night she went to bed early and set an alarm for 12:50 am. She woke up to the alarm and walked to the bathroom. She took care of her business and walked back into her bedroom to find nothing of interest, so she turned the light on. There on her bed was bright, red armor (chest and back that also covered the arms, arm bracers, boots, thigh armor) also a piece of neck armor, individual claws that would attach to her fingers and a black wig.
On top of everything was a note that said to the new Red Falcon, "Have fun terrorizing the skies and causing havoc in the city."
It also said that this suit would allow her to get back at anyone she chose to and to just blow off some steam for once. If she decided to accept, this would grant her claws that can cut anything. The neck piece grants her voice changer as well as the ability to hypnotize with her song while singing. When everything is on, if she chooses, it will grant her big black wings to fly.
(We can start tomorrow if you're up to it!)
(Yeah, I'm beat today. I'll probs be up for another hour doing homework, or something stupid, then sleep.)
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(Oof. Lol. I'm pretty tired, too, but that's more from working than school or anything…)
(We practically forgot about this, didn't we….)
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(Kinda… But I was hanging out with my friend practically all day, so that’s the main reason I wasn’t posting.
How do we want to start?)
(Herm… Let's start with Wings and Avery? Then Wings joins in?)
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(Sure!
Then who joins in?)
(Oops…. then RF joins in. Mistyped…)
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(Lol. That’s what I thought. I’ll try to remember to start after work. I am currently in a million RPs. Lol.)
(Do you remember the Cheese RP?)
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(Very very faintly. I don’t think I was ever a part of it. Why do you ask?)
C’mon, Avery… She can’t have gotten far, the heroine thought to herself as she shifted back into her human form.
There was a new villain she was looking for who appeared to have wings made of electricity. Or something like that. This whole thing was very odd. The woman seemed like she knew what she was doing, but Avery — or Aspect, as she was called when she donned her suit and mask — had never seen her before.
(Cuz I found it and nearly got detention trying to keep from laughing…..
They look like neon wings. Sorry, I probably should've mentioned that.)
Brella laughed quietly to herself. This new heroine was so much more fun than Shadow was… And she had class, too. She couldn't have tracked Brella throughout this whole endeavor without some crazy professional training.
And then there's that damn wolf-dog thing. A real pain, that one.
Brella pressed her wings to a house's breaker box, and felt the energy flow in. Her eyes began to glow, and her wings flared.
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(Lol. Geez…
Ah, okay. Thanks. :)
Avery blinked, her still-sensitive ears twitching at the sound of electricity flowing from somewhere nearby. Was that her? Or was it just another telephone pole?
She shifted into a small cat and stepped out. If she was going to capture this villainess, she would need to know what she was capable of.
Speaking of, she was right there, her bright wings pressed against a box on the side of the house. What was she doing?
Brella noticed the small silver kitty staring up at her, and laughed.
"Well, I have an audience, I see! Just give me a minute, little one."
She felt her wings reach a limit, and pulled her wings away. She let the energy collect there, then pooled an eigth of it into her hand. Peeking around the corner of the back alley, she didn't see her uninvited guest quite yet, so she kept her back to the wall and waited patiently.
Dylan couldn't have cut it any closer.
He heard the air behind him and hit the ground just as Red Falcon's razor-sharp claws sliced overhead. She took the landing well, rolling and wheeling around to raise her blades. Dylan summoned his daggers and readied.
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Avery looked up at the woman, her cat eyes unblinking. Maybe she should actually go do something, but she wanted to figure out what, exactly, this new villain’s powers were.
Megan spun to face the man she was fighting. Gosh, why couldn’t heroes just leave her alone? She was just out for a bit of fun!
“You know you won’t win this,” she said quietly, her natural voice disguised by the device in her suit.
Brella, after spending about a minute waiting, turned to look down at the cat.
"Say, you might smell really good to a certain hound," She said, flaring her wings and aiming her hand, "hold still."
Dylan didn't speak. Instead, he threw his daggers up into the air, casting tracking code with it. They whirled in the air, then sped towards Falcon.
What on earth is this gal's deal? She makes Wings look like a pushover….
(What time of day is it?)
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(Um… Maybe early evening?)
Avery's eyes widened for a moment before she stepped closer to the woman, winding around her legs. Gosh, being an animal could be difficult at times… Especially when other animals wanted to eat you. Or when people just hated you.
The Red Falcon spread her wings out and pushed the daggers away. That was one of the pluses to having wings that weren't actually attached to your body: it didn't hurt when something sharp hit them. It just scratched them a little.
"Freaking cat! Hold still!" Brella roared, releasing the energy in a short burst of violet, just barely missing its tail. She fired two more times, missed twice, and before she knew it she was dangerously close to having to recharge. She spread out her wings in hopes of getting some of the setting sun's last rays and ran into the alley, figuring that the noise was probably enough to lure her persuer.
Dylan watched the daggers bounce harmlessly bounce off her wings and cursed silently. The sun was just high enough to weaken his projections, and her wings didn't seem to have nerve, or maybe they weren't even part of her at all. He turned tail and cloaked, then stopped running and turned back, curving to the right in an attempt to get behind her.