29-01-2010, 11:41 PM
Welcome to heroes RPG! If you have seen the sign-up thread, then you should already know what to and not to do. but, just in case...
Well, to start, I'll post first:
Mark walked slowly down his well-known street. The asphalt was cold and damp from a recent rain, and the thick smell of wet grass and foliage permiated the air. The trees in his neighborhood resembled brown, red, and yellor behemoths, and when he was little, he used to climb them and relax under them during summer. Now that fall was coming, it was getting colder, and too cold to be relaxing under a tree. Mark held onto his straps from his balck backpack, and zipped up his thick blue jacket. Even though it wasn't that cold to wear it, it was stylish, and he liked it. Mark proceeded to his house, tucked nicely between his neighbor's houses. At the front was a small black iron fence with brick supports every yard. It reached up to his waist, but it was still dangerous to cross over it, with sharp pointed tips on the black iron rods, joined together with a web of other black rods, meeting every yard by the brick supports, which also had iron tips drilled into the tops. Of course, it didn't have a gate, but instead stopped at the driveway on the right side, reaching all the way back into the backyard, which finally had a steel gate blocking at the border between back and front. His house was made of red brick, and nice brown overlapping plated roof. Mark went to the front door, made of fine dark oak with a brass handle with a very artistic carvings in it. Mark turned the handle, only to frustratingly hit his head on the front. Mom locked the door again! Mark looked around, then touched the handle again. Instantly, his hand became brass. Mark smiled. His power seemed to go into use sometimes. Mark started molding his finger into a thin plate. Then, he placed the plate into the lock. Instantly he heard a click, and he turned it, opening the door. Mark plucked the plate off his finger plate, placing it in his pocket. Mark's finger, still brass, started to mold back into a finger. Mark sighed as he turned his hand to normal. It was always weird to break off an appendege and have it back later. It was like getting hurt in a video game, but always turned out fine in the end. But Mark knew very well not to use his powers like a video game.
Mark into the Living room, a large room taking up about the whole front part of the base floor. There were two sofas, both opposite to eachother, on the right side up and down walls, both used to watch the TV on the right wall. To the left was the computer desk and work desk. Mark went into the Kitchen, only separated by a doorway from the living room. The kitchen was quite compact, but suitable. there was a hallway to the left, and taking from the other side of the right wall a counter, curved like a backwards "J" towards the table, which took up the remaining space on the right. Mark checked the fridge adjecent to the counter, then proceeded past between the table and the counter, turning left and down the stairs. Mark walked forward straight into his bedroom door, opening it. He looked around his room. Messy, as always. Mark walked over to his bed, laying down. He looked up at his white ceiling, made of some type of material he still couldn't describe, and in tiles. he always wondered what it would be like to absorb ANY kind of material, but I guess it was good enough with metal. But after 8 years, although he loved every time he used his power, he seemed to start getting bored. Metal was always fun to use, but he was never able to use it for something that could change the world. he couldn't even use it in public. Mark was smart enough to know that if he showed his powers to someone, there could be dire consequences. Mark closed his eyes and let the world go blank.
__________________________________
Agent Godeman sat silently where he was, watching intently at the Goldman's house. "Mark has entered the house." Godeman said into his earpiece. "We copy." said a disembodied voice from the earpiece. Godeman looked around. At least five other agents waited for orders, taking place as simple things: a woman taking a stroll with her baby, a rocker listening to hard rock, a gardener working on some hedges, and a couple taking an afternoon walk. "Retreat." Godeman commanded. "We'll strike later."
If you were witnessing this, you would have thought weird to have five people instantly stop doing what they were doing and walk off together. But Mark was inside, sleeping away, unaware of the danger at hand.
Ok, start posting! Oh, a little hint, I put the setting in fall, unless the season might be different due to Earth's rotation.
Spoiler:
Plot: You are a human with a certain ability, and secret agents are after you for interrogation and tests. You must avoid them, while also avoiding some people who use their powers for evil. You also struggle with family matters and other problems that you had before you realized your power, or before anyone found out your power. With this, I hope you can create quite a story.
RULES!!
No godmodding - Don't make your self UBER-POWERFUL!!! Please, think of a simple or weird power that you'd like to use.
No Bunnying - Many people bunny other characters to continue a story. DON'T DO IT!
No swearing - Not that I don't swear myself, but usuallt on public places like this, I'd prefer to censor. If you want to swear, use **** or *scrub* to censor. NO: Fu**, F**k, S***, or L33t swearing.
No skipping - Keep everything in the same timezone, and verify if you are skipping ahead in time to help out your part of the story, or verify what timezone your character is in to help out others. If a scene if happening, you cannot skip ahead in time until you finish the scene.
WORK WITH YOUR PARTNER! - As my drama teacher said, "Always agree with your scen partner." That means all ideas are not rejected unless I said otherwise or the scene is useless.
Don't trail - If there is something happening, WORK WITH IT! Don't trail from the subject or try to change it to fit what you want to do.
Other than all that I've said, here are some rules on your character:
No Pete/Sylar abilities - You cannot have the ability to steal other abilities unless I verify it with special permission (This doesn't mean you should put it in like I would say yes. Trust me, the chances are slim, like maybe paper slim compared to the Empire State Building).
No Claire Abilities - You cannot have any type of invincibiliy power, so don't even try. You cannot have an instant healing thingy, or anything close, like maybe small regeneration, unless related to your power. You might ask "But someone has to have that power somewhere in the world." and your right; Claire has it.
Make your power simple, yet unique - Please, think up a power we haven't thought up that is unique in it's own way if you can. The ability to fly is just too original. Remember that some powers might be lame, but someone has to have it. try out a power you have never though of using (This isn't an order, just a suggestion).
make a simple plot - Usually I have seen where people reach a point where the simple plot they made is over, and they have nothing to do, so they put in simple posts that aren't needed. (EX: the plot ends, and someone posts "You wanna hang out at my house?" and then it goes on about just talking and not really doing anything important). Avoid this as much as possible.
No dead-based things! - Please, keep the dead things for halloween. Bringing the dead to life is prohibited, also because it effects my No regeneration or healing powers rule. The most you can do is animate inanimate objects, and that's it.
If you think, then your right - This means that if you think the power you chose is too powerful, then your probably right. If you think the post your posting might be wrong, then believe it is wrong and try a different approach. This helps out any typos or multiple rejections.
No Shapeshifting - There have been too many cases where people simply shapeshift into whoever they want, and it gets out of hand. Unless I provide permission, this is prohibited.
RULES!!
No godmodding - Don't make your self UBER-POWERFUL!!! Please, think of a simple or weird power that you'd like to use.
No Bunnying - Many people bunny other characters to continue a story. DON'T DO IT!
No swearing - Not that I don't swear myself, but usuallt on public places like this, I'd prefer to censor. If you want to swear, use **** or *scrub* to censor. NO: Fu**, F**k, S***, or L33t swearing.
No skipping - Keep everything in the same timezone, and verify if you are skipping ahead in time to help out your part of the story, or verify what timezone your character is in to help out others. If a scene if happening, you cannot skip ahead in time until you finish the scene.
WORK WITH YOUR PARTNER! - As my drama teacher said, "Always agree with your scen partner." That means all ideas are not rejected unless I said otherwise or the scene is useless.
Don't trail - If there is something happening, WORK WITH IT! Don't trail from the subject or try to change it to fit what you want to do.
Other than all that I've said, here are some rules on your character:
No Pete/Sylar abilities - You cannot have the ability to steal other abilities unless I verify it with special permission (This doesn't mean you should put it in like I would say yes. Trust me, the chances are slim, like maybe paper slim compared to the Empire State Building).
No Claire Abilities - You cannot have any type of invincibiliy power, so don't even try. You cannot have an instant healing thingy, or anything close, like maybe small regeneration, unless related to your power. You might ask "But someone has to have that power somewhere in the world." and your right; Claire has it.
Make your power simple, yet unique - Please, think up a power we haven't thought up that is unique in it's own way if you can. The ability to fly is just too original. Remember that some powers might be lame, but someone has to have it. try out a power you have never though of using (This isn't an order, just a suggestion).
make a simple plot - Usually I have seen where people reach a point where the simple plot they made is over, and they have nothing to do, so they put in simple posts that aren't needed. (EX: the plot ends, and someone posts "You wanna hang out at my house?" and then it goes on about just talking and not really doing anything important). Avoid this as much as possible.
No dead-based things! - Please, keep the dead things for halloween. Bringing the dead to life is prohibited, also because it effects my No regeneration or healing powers rule. The most you can do is animate inanimate objects, and that's it.
If you think, then your right - This means that if you think the power you chose is too powerful, then your probably right. If you think the post your posting might be wrong, then believe it is wrong and try a different approach. This helps out any typos or multiple rejections.
No Shapeshifting - There have been too many cases where people simply shapeshift into whoever they want, and it gets out of hand. Unless I provide permission, this is prohibited.
Well, to start, I'll post first:
Mark walked slowly down his well-known street. The asphalt was cold and damp from a recent rain, and the thick smell of wet grass and foliage permiated the air. The trees in his neighborhood resembled brown, red, and yellor behemoths, and when he was little, he used to climb them and relax under them during summer. Now that fall was coming, it was getting colder, and too cold to be relaxing under a tree. Mark held onto his straps from his balck backpack, and zipped up his thick blue jacket. Even though it wasn't that cold to wear it, it was stylish, and he liked it. Mark proceeded to his house, tucked nicely between his neighbor's houses. At the front was a small black iron fence with brick supports every yard. It reached up to his waist, but it was still dangerous to cross over it, with sharp pointed tips on the black iron rods, joined together with a web of other black rods, meeting every yard by the brick supports, which also had iron tips drilled into the tops. Of course, it didn't have a gate, but instead stopped at the driveway on the right side, reaching all the way back into the backyard, which finally had a steel gate blocking at the border between back and front. His house was made of red brick, and nice brown overlapping plated roof. Mark went to the front door, made of fine dark oak with a brass handle with a very artistic carvings in it. Mark turned the handle, only to frustratingly hit his head on the front. Mom locked the door again! Mark looked around, then touched the handle again. Instantly, his hand became brass. Mark smiled. His power seemed to go into use sometimes. Mark started molding his finger into a thin plate. Then, he placed the plate into the lock. Instantly he heard a click, and he turned it, opening the door. Mark plucked the plate off his finger plate, placing it in his pocket. Mark's finger, still brass, started to mold back into a finger. Mark sighed as he turned his hand to normal. It was always weird to break off an appendege and have it back later. It was like getting hurt in a video game, but always turned out fine in the end. But Mark knew very well not to use his powers like a video game.
Mark into the Living room, a large room taking up about the whole front part of the base floor. There were two sofas, both opposite to eachother, on the right side up and down walls, both used to watch the TV on the right wall. To the left was the computer desk and work desk. Mark went into the Kitchen, only separated by a doorway from the living room. The kitchen was quite compact, but suitable. there was a hallway to the left, and taking from the other side of the right wall a counter, curved like a backwards "J" towards the table, which took up the remaining space on the right. Mark checked the fridge adjecent to the counter, then proceeded past between the table and the counter, turning left and down the stairs. Mark walked forward straight into his bedroom door, opening it. He looked around his room. Messy, as always. Mark walked over to his bed, laying down. He looked up at his white ceiling, made of some type of material he still couldn't describe, and in tiles. he always wondered what it would be like to absorb ANY kind of material, but I guess it was good enough with metal. But after 8 years, although he loved every time he used his power, he seemed to start getting bored. Metal was always fun to use, but he was never able to use it for something that could change the world. he couldn't even use it in public. Mark was smart enough to know that if he showed his powers to someone, there could be dire consequences. Mark closed his eyes and let the world go blank.
__________________________________
Agent Godeman sat silently where he was, watching intently at the Goldman's house. "Mark has entered the house." Godeman said into his earpiece. "We copy." said a disembodied voice from the earpiece. Godeman looked around. At least five other agents waited for orders, taking place as simple things: a woman taking a stroll with her baby, a rocker listening to hard rock, a gardener working on some hedges, and a couple taking an afternoon walk. "Retreat." Godeman commanded. "We'll strike later."
If you were witnessing this, you would have thought weird to have five people instantly stop doing what they were doing and walk off together. But Mark was inside, sleeping away, unaware of the danger at hand.
Ok, start posting! Oh, a little hint, I put the setting in fall, unless the season might be different due to Earth's rotation.