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[Johnny Paradise]

"Blanco Tigre," by the way, is not grammatically correct. The adjective goes after the noun in Spanish. "El Tigre Blanco" is how you would say "The White Tiger."

[I-Am-X]

Up for only 5 hours and we've already got several CS's accepted.

 

Be on a rolllllll.

[XLegs]

I feel like this is the most ridiculous and implausible back story I've ever written, but ehh, I'll see what you say, Mors.

 

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Name: Phoebe Phillips
Age: 17 
Sex: Female

Theme: Peace in Death
Crime: Mass murder.
Backstory: 

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At a young age, Phoebe realized she could see something that other's could not. She could see images coming off of everything at all times. The images would do something, and then the original would soon follow, doing the exact same thing. It didn't take long for her to understand that she was constantly seeing a few moments into the future. It was certainly an interesting ability, but it was actually more of a nuisance than anything else. It didn't help much in her day-to-day life, and all the information she had to process gave her painful headaches nearly every second she was awake. But it was easy enough to deal with.

 

What she couldn't deal with, however, was how her parents were treated by their superiors. They both worked mid-level desk jobs for the Smithson Corporation, and everyday when they came home, she heard a new story about how it's employees were abused and insulted. Eventually, her parents had had enough, and decided to do some digging. Together, they were able to discover that the higher-ups weren't exactly honest people. They found evidence that suggested that the Corporation got a lot of their money through illegal, inhumane methods.

 

Phoebe, being a nosy girl, found out about this by eavesdropping on her parents. That night, her parents left, saying they had an 'errand' to run. She did more snooping around, finding pictures that they had collected depicting the most corrupted of the Smithson businessmen. Despite being worried for her parents, she assured herself they wouldn't do anything dangerous, and went to bed.

 

The next thing she realized, she had a bag over her head and was being handled roughly. Her head thumped dully, and it felt like blood drip down the side of her face. That was all she could process before passing out.

 

When she came to again, she was in a low-ceiling, steel-walled room, tied to a chair with rope. Two armed men were in the room with her, standing near the only door.

 

Panic flooded through her as she came to grips with her situation. One of the men had a quick conversation on a radio, and from it, Phoebe gathered that she was essentially bait to lure her parents in. 

 

She had little idea about what this was all about, but she knew that, for the first time, her life, as well as her parents, were in danger.

 

And that was when she discovered her second 'ability.' The ability to completely lose her mind. She stood up, breaking the rope around her wrists so easily that she forgot it had even been there to begin with. The men's images reacted before they did, and Phoebe learnt how useful her power was in a fight. The images leveled their pistols at her and fired. The real thing soon followed, but Phoebe was already out of the way.

 

As she sprinted towards them, the reality of what she had just accomplished hit her.

 

She could dodge bullets.

 

Killing the men was so unbelievably simple. She ripped one of the men's pistols away, jumped backwards to avoid their telegraphed hits, and shot them both in the chest. They slumped to the ground, and Phoebe felt nothing.

 

No horror, no satisfaction, nothing. She was only trying to survive, and that was enough reason to justify murder.

 

The door's image slid open, revealing multiple armed men ready to shoot her.

 

They were all dead within the minute.

 

Phoebe ran, following her instincts. She climbed multiple flights of stairs, realizing she had been in the basement of the Smithson's Corporation's head office. Which meant she'd find Smithson himself and his lapdogs near the top.

 

She fought her way up countless floors, killing anyone who obstructed her in anyway. The pictures she had seen of those who were involved in Smithson's illegal activities filled her mind, and she killed anyone she recognized from them. 

 

A fifty-some murders later, she realized there was no way she'd get to the top alive. Her future-sight was powerful, but she didn't have eyes in the back of her head. She was barely a quarter of the way up, and was already tiring. Armed guards were quickly surrounding her, and she decided to get out.

 

So she made her way back down, facing considerably less resistance than she had coming up (as most of it was dead). Her head began to clear during this time, and she saw the death and destruction she had caused. She was hit with a tidal-wave of guilt, horror, and disgust.

 

Upon exiting the building and seeing the huge amount of policemen, she simply dropped her weapon and fell to her knees with her hands up, shocked by what she had done.

 

And then she was shipped off to Safety, uncertain about her parent's fates.

Skills/Abilities: Phoebe has an excellent memory and an insanely powerful survival instinct. Whenever she's in danger, her usual weak-willed and soft-spoken personality disappears. She disregards everything other than keeping herself and those she cares for alive. She can see a few moments into the future of every object and person at all times.
Inventory: You start with nothing.
Credits: 200 pts.

Edited by XLegs, 01 September 2014 - 07:58 AM.

[Mors]

Ridiculous works for me. Accepted!

[Diabolical Rhapsody]

"Blanco Tigre," by the way, is not grammatically correct. The adjective goes after the noun in Spanish. "El Tigre Blanco" is how you would say "The White Tiger."

Thanks Usey. Though, I knew it. Writing the backstory in a jiffy made me screw a few things. Thanks for the help.

[Mors]

Also may want to consider a different picture. It's not a big deal, but I've never heard of a redheaded freckled Mexican.

[Diabolical Rhapsody]

Also may want to consider a different picture. It's not a big deal, but I've never heard of a redheaded freckled Mexican.

Sorry for doing this. But I seriously need help in finding a picture. I can't get one to suit my tastes. Could you please help me with that.

[KDPtheKing]

Prison setting, sounds like fun

[Mors]

Sorry for doing this. But I seriously need help in finding a picture. I can't get one to suit my tastes. Could you please help me with that.

 

Not sure exactly what you're looking for. Here's a few possible ones I guess.

 

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[KDPtheKing]

I like the screaming knome the best

[Asor al ed Ergnas]

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Alias: Triple A (Awesome Atomic Afro)

Real Name: Annilanna Gourmanda Shutterstock Tunataffy Johan's Daughter Afropenny.

 

Age: Timeless Classic[21]

Gender: Lady

 

Appearance At The Time of Arrest:

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Theme: "It's time for some wackiness!"

 

Crime: Many. Most of all being a public nuisance. "People just don't understand fun." Other crimes include disturbing the peace. "APPARENTLY, sleep is a thing people are 'pposed ta get. WHO KNEW!" Violation and destruction of both public and private property. "I just tried to make things cuter and less gloomy. Oh and I freed a TON of animals in Zoos. RUN FREE MY FURRY FRIENDS!" Disregard for any and all traffic/road safety laws. "Not fair! Apparently my Licenses To Kill/Frolic/Paint/Be a Government Agent/Do Whatever I Want" aren't valid anywhere. SAD FACE!" Public indecency. "Okay so like. Clothes are suuuuuper overrated!" Petty and large scale theft. "Ah' mean, it's not like it was nailed down. Well, some of it was. BUT STILL!" Tax Evasion. "I don't understand money."  And one count of sodomy. "LIES! T'WAS THE BROOM WOT DID IT!"

 

Backstory: "Umm. I honestly forgot haha! I remember when I was little, I watched all the cartoons. Not some, all. I don't think I slept much either. Then I found out I had powers. I remember an orphanage when I was little. I didn't go to school, Cartoons taught me how the world works. Kinda been living however I want since forever! I have a pretty short term memory!"

 

Skill: That's All Folks!- "Physics? HA HA HA HEE HEE HEE HO HO HO *snorts. I run on cartoon physics baby! Whatsoever is impossible, I make it possible!". Just like she says, Triple A does not follow the laws of our universe. As if guided by the spirits of beloved fallen animators, her powers stem from the silly, zany, and outlandish worlds of cartoons. From anvils on heads, ACME explosives in your bed, and being first to the place you sped; Triple A with her equipment and imagination turn her world into a cartoon backdrop.

 

Inventory: Zip.

Credits: 200 pts.

Edited by Asor al ed Ergnas, 02 September 2014 - 02:41 AM.

[Diabolical Rhapsody]

Have changed the pic, hope this one is better suited.

[Johnny Paradise]

That card is so bad. The mana just immediately empties from your pool, can't use it during your second main phase or anything.

 

#mtg #radhaheirtokeld

[Diabolical Rhapsody]

That card is so bad. The mana just immediately empties from your pool, can't use it during your second main phase or anything.

 

#mtg #radhaheirtokeld

Sorry, I haven't played the game..

 

But what about the damage output? Is it any good?

 

Her pic certainly seems to say that it is.

[Mors]

Everyone who has posted a CS so far has been accepted and may go ahead and post in the cache.

[Asor al ed Ergnas]

Ah-mazing.

[Wandering Rogue]

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Dues the Wizard

 

Age:  20ish
Sex:  Magical
Theme:  I Got the Magic in Me
Crime:  Insurance Fraud, Criminal Neglect, Petty Larceny, Flying without a License, Impersonating an Officer, Jaywalking, Kidnapping, Animal Abuse, Indecent Exposure, Public Nuisance, Disturbing the Peace, Noise Violations, Performing without a Permit, and Witchcraft

Backstory:  I don't mean to alarm you but I'm God.  Not god-like.  Not god-ly.  Not a God.  I am the God. 

 

Hear me out before you judge.

 

I don't have any memories of creating the world or anything but you know how do I know it even existed before I came around? Think about that for a second.  I mean there's all this talk about the history of the world but I have no reason to accept it happened.  You know, what if everyone and everything only came into existence at the moment that I willed myself into being?  All the truths of this world you all hold inherently true are just fabrications to smooth the perpetuation of this existence.  This world and everyone in it exists as long as I wish it to and the moment that stops it would cease.

 

I'm not crazy. Really, I'm not.  I have powers which are beyond replication much less comprehension.  I've always had it.  Why?  Well, because I'm God.  See.  We are back where we started.  I can't prove it but I don't need to.  Those in Safety will come to understand the truth of it in time.  If you don't you can at least enjoy the show.

 

You like a good show don't you?  Pay close attention and try not to blink.   Focus on me and try not to miss a thing because I promise the trick will be worth the wait.

Skills/Abilities:  PMFM, baby.  Pure.  Mother.  Fucking.  Magic.

Inventory: Magic
Credits: 200 pts.

Edited by Wandering Rogue, 02 September 2014 - 05:48 AM.

[Mors]

Accepterino

[Jod]

revised CS

 

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Name: Junkyard Joe

Age: 26

Sex: Male

 

Theme

Crime: Several counts of property damage, unlawful construction of weaponry, instigating general chaos, illegal biological experimanetation, illegal manufacture and use of explosives, assault

Backstory:

 

I dont even know why they put me in jail, I never done nothing wrong. Since when was spring cleaning a crime. Not my fault that wrecking some silly fools who decided to paint shit over my walls is illegal! Ya have to teach these people the hard way. Its the only language they understand , ya see. Not everyone has ma intellectual capacity, unfortunately.

 

Ma momma told me that even when I was a little fellow, I had a good head on ma shoulders. As you can tell ma momma is the queen of understatement. I made my first doohickie when I was five. Just seen Ultraman ya see. So what do I do, I go about making some Power Juice, pretty rad stuff it was. But ma momma called me up for dinner. When I got back, Jimbonator had already gone and drank ma Power Juice.

 

Whats a five year old supposed ta do with a six foot monkey? Ya ask, why hit him with a hypno beam, Bam! Well ever since then Jimbonator could grow into six feet when ever he wanted, guess why I never had bullies, heh.

 

When I was fifteen, I spent my first time in jail, ya see I just made my Groove Box for the first time, and wanted to show it to everybody. Ya know how teenagers are, we gotta be the center of attention. Well the Groove Box, was little too loud, kinda demolished a few buildings. No one got hurt though, so it shoulda been fine.

 

Yah see the pattern I hope, most of the time its not my fault, just a bit of a misunderstanding. The others its just a bit of a mistake, no one ever got hurt… much. Course this time it was intentional, and completely warranted , yah see! I even tried to be nice first, but they just wouldnt listen!

 

Skills/Abilities:

Absurd Geniosity: I’m to smart for ma pants

Inventory: You start with nothing.

Credits: 200 pts.

 

Edited by Jodgod, 02 September 2014 - 08:55 AM.

[Mors]

Awesome. Accepted~