Post by Veros on Jul 10, 2008 13:28:19 GMT -5
Timeline: Modern
Power Level: 7-8 (9 is case by case)
Essentially, a HPF with developing powers is running amok knocking out power to major cities, after robbing a building in the city. During his robbery, he'd kill helpless civilians with his powers. Exposing supernatural powers to normal humans. If left unchecked, the destruction he is causing could knock countries into chaos.
This RP takes place in a modern time line, and shall consist of characters of the power levels 7-8, with 9’s on a case by case basis.
You may notice that the power level of your characters out match the power of poor little Phil and his Mid-Tier Medium-ness, that that will change dramatically over the course of the RP, due to him becoming more in-tune with the powers, thus developing more powers, and the ones he already has grow in power.
Your character would most likely have found out about this from just about any news station, as the city he left nearly powerless was New York City. As you can already tell, he’s going to be interesting to design, due to his potential. I do not intend to make him into a god-like character. (Least not more so than some High-Tier High’s.)
All the news would report is that something/someone had caused a massive power surge in New York City, during the time of a freak bank robbery that as witnesses say, blew things up with his words before disappearing. They’d guess that the male robber was about 17 or 18, with light brown hair and a fairly dark tan. None of them managed to get a good look of his face though, they did of course notice that it looked like he worked out quite often.
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Slowly the boy eyed the exhibits at the museum uninterested in the artifacts at the museum; as none could be as fun as the one he held in his bag. The young boy shifted his light brown hair to the right with hand as he looked around the room to see if anyone was there. No one. Good. Now to get out of here. “Teleportoto.”
Instantly the boy was elsewhere; in the Central Park to be exact. “Magic never loses its fun... Does it Sorev?” He asks as he pulls the book out of his back, and opened it to the first page. It never does. And remember. The more you call on my power; the more they become part of you. Until the hundredth time you use them. Then they are part of you fully and you won’t need the words to use them.
“Why do I have the feeling that something bad will happen as I become more in-tune with the spells?” You fear the power you will wield and what you might accidently do with it, Phil. Do not worry; I will not let my power overwhelm you. I will keep it within the limits you can handle.
“When you were alive; what were you?” I’m still alive, in a way. If you mean what I was before I became a tome, I was a great sorcerer. Magic that you have used was child’s play to me – since reality magic was my specialty.
“But why did you pick me? What’s so special about me?” You? You are a blood relative, of sorts, which makes you able to harness my power to your desires.
“Oh.”
Nearly a week later, the boy had mastered the magic for teleporting, telekinesis, fire conjuring, and even telepathy. Though since the boy was not a natural empath, he’s not able to use the telepathy to its full advantage, because it’d drive him crazy; Sorev knowing full well Phil’s weakness – kept his word and restricted the telepathy; keeping out any thoughts that were not that of actively trying to harm Phil. Little did Phil know; it doesn’t mean that he wasn’t getting these other thoughts, it is just that they were being suppressed by Sorev – making telepathy against Phil worthless, because all the thoughts of people within nearly a mile would bombard the person trying to sense Phil’s thoughts.
I want to have some fun. I agree. Use the explosion spell – and rob a bank.
“But that’s illegal…” It’s only illegal for NORMAL people. You sir, are special. It isn’t illegal for you, it is only fun. Plus the money is insured.
“Okay than…”
The boy teleports nearby the local bank, and as he walks in, he points his left hand at a bank teller – his right at the security guard. “This is a hold up.”
The security guard laughs at him and says, “Punk. Get out of here. You don’t even have an air-soft gun.”
“That won’t stop me. Ever. Kervay!” Immediately after he says those words, the security guard’s body hits the wall and slides to the ground, having had his brain splattered across the wall behind him by the spell. “If you know what is best for you, you will give me all the money you have. And don’t press the button. You will meet the same fate as him if you do.”
Quickly the teller begins grabbing all the money that she could out of her drawer. Quickly, Phil walked over to the girl, and grabbed the bag from her. “Thanks. Selvic! Kervay!” The first spell, caused a massive power surge, knocking out power in half the city, while his second spell, caused the woman’s heart to explode, leaving blood splatters on the wall behind her.
In an instant the boy was gone, the tome on his back, the money in his left hand.
Power Level: 7-8 (9 is case by case)
Essentially, a HPF with developing powers is running amok knocking out power to major cities, after robbing a building in the city. During his robbery, he'd kill helpless civilians with his powers. Exposing supernatural powers to normal humans. If left unchecked, the destruction he is causing could knock countries into chaos.
This RP takes place in a modern time line, and shall consist of characters of the power levels 7-8, with 9’s on a case by case basis.
You may notice that the power level of your characters out match the power of poor little Phil and his Mid-Tier Medium-ness, that that will change dramatically over the course of the RP, due to him becoming more in-tune with the powers, thus developing more powers, and the ones he already has grow in power.
Your character would most likely have found out about this from just about any news station, as the city he left nearly powerless was New York City. As you can already tell, he’s going to be interesting to design, due to his potential. I do not intend to make him into a god-like character. (Least not more so than some High-Tier High’s.)
All the news would report is that something/someone had caused a massive power surge in New York City, during the time of a freak bank robbery that as witnesses say, blew things up with his words before disappearing. They’d guess that the male robber was about 17 or 18, with light brown hair and a fairly dark tan. None of them managed to get a good look of his face though, they did of course notice that it looked like he worked out quite often.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Slowly the boy eyed the exhibits at the museum uninterested in the artifacts at the museum; as none could be as fun as the one he held in his bag. The young boy shifted his light brown hair to the right with hand as he looked around the room to see if anyone was there. No one. Good. Now to get out of here. “Teleportoto.”
Instantly the boy was elsewhere; in the Central Park to be exact. “Magic never loses its fun... Does it Sorev?” He asks as he pulls the book out of his back, and opened it to the first page. It never does. And remember. The more you call on my power; the more they become part of you. Until the hundredth time you use them. Then they are part of you fully and you won’t need the words to use them.
“Why do I have the feeling that something bad will happen as I become more in-tune with the spells?” You fear the power you will wield and what you might accidently do with it, Phil. Do not worry; I will not let my power overwhelm you. I will keep it within the limits you can handle.
“When you were alive; what were you?” I’m still alive, in a way. If you mean what I was before I became a tome, I was a great sorcerer. Magic that you have used was child’s play to me – since reality magic was my specialty.
“But why did you pick me? What’s so special about me?” You? You are a blood relative, of sorts, which makes you able to harness my power to your desires.
“Oh.”
Nearly a week later, the boy had mastered the magic for teleporting, telekinesis, fire conjuring, and even telepathy. Though since the boy was not a natural empath, he’s not able to use the telepathy to its full advantage, because it’d drive him crazy; Sorev knowing full well Phil’s weakness – kept his word and restricted the telepathy; keeping out any thoughts that were not that of actively trying to harm Phil. Little did Phil know; it doesn’t mean that he wasn’t getting these other thoughts, it is just that they were being suppressed by Sorev – making telepathy against Phil worthless, because all the thoughts of people within nearly a mile would bombard the person trying to sense Phil’s thoughts.
I want to have some fun. I agree. Use the explosion spell – and rob a bank.
“But that’s illegal…” It’s only illegal for NORMAL people. You sir, are special. It isn’t illegal for you, it is only fun. Plus the money is insured.
“Okay than…”
The boy teleports nearby the local bank, and as he walks in, he points his left hand at a bank teller – his right at the security guard. “This is a hold up.”
The security guard laughs at him and says, “Punk. Get out of here. You don’t even have an air-soft gun.”
“That won’t stop me. Ever. Kervay!” Immediately after he says those words, the security guard’s body hits the wall and slides to the ground, having had his brain splattered across the wall behind him by the spell. “If you know what is best for you, you will give me all the money you have. And don’t press the button. You will meet the same fate as him if you do.”
Quickly the teller begins grabbing all the money that she could out of her drawer. Quickly, Phil walked over to the girl, and grabbed the bag from her. “Thanks. Selvic! Kervay!” The first spell, caused a massive power surge, knocking out power in half the city, while his second spell, caused the woman’s heart to explode, leaving blood splatters on the wall behind her.
In an instant the boy was gone, the tome on his back, the money in his left hand.
