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Hello i am wanting to run a long term game based in the DC universe serious players only here is the character info i need heroes only no supervillains

Basic Info
Alias:
Legal Name:
Morality:
Inspiration:
Demographics
Gender:
Age:
Birth date:
Sexual Orientation:
Occupation:
Height:
Weight:
Hair Color:
Hair Type:
Eye Color:
Skin Color:
Race/Species:
Nationality:
Voice:
Distinguishing Features:
Costume:
Powers and Abilities
Powers:
Power Limitations:
Abilities:
Weapons:
Gadgets/Tech:
Physical Weaknesses:
Mental/Emotional Weaknesses:

Personality and Relationships
Likes:
Dislikes:
Habits/Quirks:
Fears:
Motivation:
Family;
Romantic Interests:
Allies:
Rivals:
Enemies:

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You are a lowly worker on a distant planet, your life has been nothing but service to your god emperor. When you are suddenly drafted into the planets imperial guard regiments.

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When we last left off, Dauntless discovered not only a large Legion battlefleet flanking the Order's mission space, but after some investigation, a major construction and grouping area in the form of a Dyson 'swarm'. The Legion has been flanking the Order's space since the start, and now Dauntless must get this information home for the Order to stand any chance at defeating the Legion.

The Cherenkov flare of re-entry into normal space is relatively minute, and as your sensors clear it seems a sigh of relief is in order. There are no Legion ships picketing the jump point, so you light off your engine at a gentle 1% thrust, turn your camoplating to black hole settings, and leisurely cruise into the system while you and your expert systems scan through everything on passives.

After an hour (a solar system is pretty big, after all) your passive visual sensors start picking up signs of a Legion task force transiting through the system- fifty-odd ships, including a single battleship-class, a couple dozen cruiser-classes, and the rest destroyers. They're transiting through on the other side of the system- or they were, as the light from them is 11 hours old and have warped out of the system already. There's no doubt they're reinforcements headed to the front... and are on a least-time course to get there while still staying out of Order space.

As you continue cruising and deliberating on what to do, your expert systems flag something strange. As you watch, the battleship explodes! Wait, no, you called it far too soon. It's... splitting in two? No, there's only a single shard... with ice gripping your core, you call up the signature of a Legion destroyer. They match. Quite apart from how gross it is, it's another piece of data that desperately needs to get back to the Order. You've only ever gone up against destroyers and cruisers, so perhaps only battleship-class Legion ships can split like that?

There's far too many questions with no answer forthcoming, but either way, you need to make a decision: Should you continue sneaking your way to friendly forces, or follow after this task force? If you're sneaky enough, you might be able to destroy the battleship and get away clean, or at least harry and annoy them.

>Aggressive: After them! The more damage you do now, the less forces your Knight-brothers will face.
>Defensive: Slow and steady wins the race, your data is too important to risk.

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The Imperial Rookery howls with life, perched atop the Great Palace. The great arrays of perches and stables chitter with life, and with violent energy, as the servants within run from place to place, desperately trying to keep the mass of feather and flesh in line. The sounds of screaming Griffons, bellowing Hippogriffs, and all other such bird-beasts fill the city streets, washing through the markets in a way not heard in years. Even the vendors of the great bazaar pause their exhortations once in a while to hear the sound of a particularly fierce mount, perhaps a War-Mount of one of the Strategoi, brought from the mountain eyries, but life continues, in the shadow of the Imperial complex, until late into the evening.

The city is hot, the great dark expanse of the Siaxine sea to the north bringing, for only these few weeks of the year, great scorching siroccos, rather than the wrathful, freezing north winds regular to the region. The southern sea always boils with heat, but, untempered by the north wind, the city scorches, especially in the evenings, humid as they are. Sweat clings to skin, and foreign traders find themselves burnt and red. In this heat, much of the night-life common to the city is impractical. Whorehouses are closed up, the amphitheatres are deserted, and even the Hippodrome is almost silent. Insects chirp in the city gardens, and the scent of hot refuse fills the air east of the perfumer's quarter.

Within the palace, the heat is only more intense, especially in the sequestered quarters of the Emperor himself, deep in the Imperial Harem. The air hangs with sickly incense, with violent perfumes, even with the seething scents of exertion and sweat, but nothing can cloak the pervasive scent of death. The great lion-emperor, Konstantinos Nemeos, lies dying, his great warrior's frame still firm with rippling musculature, draped over a fine velvet couch. His silver white hair falls like a sea over the tan expanse of his skin, and his oxen's breath steams in the air. All around him, servants stand silent, while a few physicians, clad in foreign robes, toil over his Imperial frame. A few moments more, and, with a sweep of his great, powerful arm, the Emperor dismisses them from his presence, his voice, even in death, like a hammer blow.

He will not last much longer, and high above him, his former Mount weeps for him, while you watch in vain.

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When last we left off:
"Heads up!" Ruth moves before anyone else, jumping out of her seat and bracing herself as someone flies into her at full speed with a flying kick. The black blur knocks Florez to the ground and lands on her abdomen, before pointing her fingers at you with a wild smile.

"Nobody move, or you find out first hand how deadly a finger gun really is." As the fortune-teller struggles under her, the darkly-armored robotic woman takes her seat but keeps one of her mechanical legs, without feet, planted on Ruth at all times. Everyone in your group, including Bennett, is too shocked to speak.

This mysterious woman's presence turns the questioning mood to one of terror. She is obviously robotic, and her eyes gleam with enthusiasm for destruction. "Now, I heard you were looking for me?" she takes a seductive yet sinister tone with you. "Let's chat."

---

You recover from your shock as this strange gynoid with black hair and blue eyes waits for your reply. You can't help but notice that the designers put a lot of work into her curves, especially her false breasts, but you blink and focus. Babe hunting can wait.

Evelake is absolutely terrified of this woman, in contrast to his usual unflappable cheerfulness. It reminds you of how he was acting in the laser tag arena. Keith clenches his fists and rests them on the table, but his tense muscles, ready to spring on this woman and beat her senseless, are restrained by the fact that Flores is at her mercy.
Sofia can barely move, and is trying desperately to come up with a solution. Donna tries to remain calm as best she can, but you can tell she's as lost as anyone else.

Mr. Bennett remains silent, assessing the situation. It's left up to you to break the ice. You know all of you would tear her apart in a fair fight, but the problem is that she has the initiative and you can't risk any of your friends being shot. Besides, Flores is right next to her and would get caught in any attack Bennett tried to unleash.

>>Olympian Standoff
>"Yeah, we did want to talk to you. Who are you, and what do you want?"
>"If you're looking for a hostage, there's no need for all of this. Let the others go, I'll go with you."
>"This isn't what I usually look for in a dinner date."
>"You're a gynoid. That seems a little unusual, but not too surprising given everything else here."
>"You're not getting things off to a good start. Let Flores go and then we'll talk."
>Quietly try to ask Mr. Bennett what he knows about her
><Write-In>

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I sigh, laying back against Yvette's chest as we both rest in the shallows of the beach the cold water washing over us as all the excitement begins to die down and most of the chaos of the party I've set up starts to calm down enough to be able to relax for awhile. I mean if I ignore all the cat girls running around (thankfully no longer trying to catch rowen for some reason) , Jessie and Carla challenging the two brother gods to a splash fight which honestly would be a bit more badass if it was full contact so I could at least watch Magni get barreled over by a ton or two of minotauress. I sigh, leaning back as Yvette runs her hands over my neck and shoulders.

"Are you done laying around?" She asks, sounding a little eager "cause I'd like to see how far out I can swim, and I don't want to do it alone"

She moves her hands up, hugging my head against herself as she rolls me around gently. It actually wakes me up a bit, since whatever Annie was grilling up had nearly knocked me out, smells amazing though.

Looking up at my girlfriend with a smirk, I try to stand back up without slipping over myself. She just giggles, and offers me a little help and when I take it she ends up hugging me. As much as I love her being so affectionate, it is a little....embarrassing in front of so many people. So I turn my head so she can't see me blushing as hard as I am, since doing that makes the feeling even stronger.

Sieg and Tabby are sitting next to each other, neither of them have even tried swimming and while I don't blame them for not trying while those four are nearly tossing the sea onto the beach, its still a pretty sad sight to see. Just them doing nothing, I mean at least Rowen is sunbathing or...something? they're just sitting there. Also, I really hope no one comes to check on all the smoke that Annie is making, since its now flashing between colors and sparking in the air as the witch herself laughs manically.

What the hell is she even doing now, and can I make her make whatever it is a bit more....exciting?

"May? is that a yes or a no?" Yvvy asks, tugging on one of my bigger horns that don't make up my "crown" "I could just go by myself if you don't want to join me, not like I'd hold it against you or anything, just do whatever you'd enjoy. I can just swim by myself if you don't want to"

What do I do?
[] Swim with Yvette for awhile
[] MAKE Tabby and Sieg do something
[] Check out what the hell annie is doing over there
[] Join in the splash fight, via sneak attack 1d100
[] Try and get Odin away from her game for awhile
[] Bother Rowen
[] Wrestle Yvette into the water, laughing 1d20+might
[] write in

Sorry for all the delays, but my brief stint of insomnia wouldn't let me run.

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OPENING CRAWL: http://brorlandi.github.io/StarWarsIntroCreator/#!/AKTjy2VjkQBEpB9AEgU-

“Where are we going, Admiral?” asks Tellstar.

“I feel like rewarding you corvettes for all the things you’ve done for us,” you say. “Though, don’t think you’re out of your punishment, Tellstar. I haven’t forgotten what you pulled at Kuat.” Tellstar frowns as she rides in the shuttle bus with you. The shuttle was packed with all of your girls still wearing their usual clothes, with Lusankya sitting in the back. She’s backed up by Commander Thire and a squad of Shocktroopers. And even further in the back were VP and Force of Commerce, apparently under the impression that the back of the bus is their territory.

Agility presses her face against the window. “This shuttle is so slow!” she calls out. “Can we make it make go faster?”

Sundered Heart stands up in her seat at the front. “I demand this shuttle go faster! We-” Profundity reaches over from behind her, then places her hand on Sundered Heart’s head. She slowly presses Heart down into her seat. “… Must you embarrass me in front of the plebians?”

Profundity folds her arms, huffing. “Someone has to make sure you don’t hurt yourself.”

“That’s funny coming from you,” Sundered Heart fires back. “Considering you navigate like a town hall.”

“I do not!” Profundity crosses her arms, puffing her cheeks out.

Finally, the shuttle bus arrives at your destination. All the corvettes gasp, immediately looking out the window. It was the Ole Kirk Toy Store, one of the biggest toy companies in all of the Galaxy. They knew exactly what it was. “TOYS!” they all cry out. They immediately start bouncing around the shuttle, unable to wait for the bus to land in the parking lot. “TOYS! TOYS! LET US OFF! I WANT SOME!”

Prosecutor looks to you, sitting down next to you in your seat. “Er. Admiral. Why did you bring us to a toy store?”

> “I thought I’d indulge my kids.”
> “I figured Lusankya might love a toy or something.”
> “Because I spoil you all too much.”
> Other

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tkT69aaz7W0

You stand face to chest with the angel, his resplendent armour reflecting and warping your appearance so that you are a series of black and red smudges in the golden steel. "So finding this truth helps us both?" You state aloud, mostly thinking to yourself as Lucifer nods, "Well I guess we should work together then."

"That would be wise Sukaretto-Sama." He says, "I hoped you would come to this realization." He pauses, "Your time here is running out."

The strange sadness in his almost alien booming voice is touching, but you don't allow yourself to be dragged in by it, "Thanks for the sermon Lucifer and the help with Ishi and Betty." Turning from him and heading for the cathedral doors, you look over your shoulder with a genuine smile, "You've supported me and stood alongside me... I'll do my best here, for God and for you."

You go to place your hands on the doors but find that they only budge a little beneath your effort. Before you can reset yourself and force the doors open with physical might - you're sitting up from a bedroll and staring at a reed wall bearing a long family lineage.

Juushiro sits with his legs crossed and eyes closed before it, in some kind of prayer or meditation. For whatever reason he has bared his chest and back, letting his white hair run free; the curtains of snow looks to run longer even than your striking red locks. But what you see in the small gaps between that white, are red welts, pink wounds and the white flesh of old burns. The kind faced man, is frighteningly powerful, you had known that well enough. But what you didn't know before was how much of a warrior he is, how many fights, scrapes, wars, spars and hardships he must have faced until you see his skin laid bare.

The image of Lucifer in that otherworld, just as large and powerful behind that golden steel seems to overlay your vision for a second. Only to fade as the pains, bruises and cuts of yesterday begin to make themselves known you notice that Juushiro's sword is laid bare across his legs. You don't know where Betty is, but your studying is broken by Juushiro as he speaks out of the blue -

"Good Morning Sukaretto-Chan." He says quietly, "Mother is sleeping so please keep it down." A small laugh, "You did quite a number on her."

"I'm sorry" you say honestly, "I did what I felt I needed to at the time."

"You did what was right. Mother tested you and you tested her in a way she hadn't been in centuries. She's proud of you." Even from behind him you can hear the smile on his face, "I am too."

> What are you doing?

> What's the family tree for?

> What happened to me in that fight?

> Write-In

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You are a Hedge Knight, a Knight without a Lord. The year is 279 AL, and the mad king sits on the throne. You are at the Crossroads Inn which is a popular stop for travelers on the Kingsroad.

You are looking for work, while drinking away your sorrows by the mug brought to you by a red teeth stained lassie. You are a young in your 20s some may even call good looking. A man born into a poor family, but knighted, now roaming for a master. You carry a morning star a shield, you saved on buying a sword, to buy a good horse to call your own.

You have 12ss and 50cp to your name. Enough to buy a cow, but not enough to call anyplace a home. The fire cracker in the inn, as the dark sets on the outside world. Looking around the place you see a guy doing subtle looks around the place, maybe it looking for someone to spend the night or maybe he want to rob some people. Who knows in your light headed state.

>Hear for rumors
>Go to sleep
>Look for a job at the tavern
>Hit on the Red Teeth Girl
>Go to King's Landing
>Go to Riverrun
>Go to The Eyrie
>Write-in

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Last time on EDQ, I forgot that we went clear past the point of "maybe you should post a new thread" and yeah, we did.

So here's the new thread.

Anyways, we just gave permission to some kobolds to work on some stuff, while we try to rule over them a bit, and settle some minor disputes, that sort of thing.

Meanwhile, as Claw...

You've been dealing with some pretty weird things. Days repeating, not to mention each day just gets weirder and weirder.

...You really hope you aren't delusional or anything. Or going crazy. Or having ethereal spirits influence you, or whatever causes you to act irrational and somewhat crazy at times.

...But erm... Apparently Renexixizious left, and now your dealing with whatever's going on.

Which apparently, might just be a really fancy assassination attempt against Renexizious, now turned against you. Mostly because so far, you've drunk literal poison, but thanks to your abnormal biology, felt perfectly fine.

...Of course, no one else reacts to you in any way, let alone acknowledge your existence, while a very angry mage has been casting fireballs at you, and otherwise attempting to kill you in a variety of methods, such as exploding, poisoning, and other things like that.

...Man, you hate mages. This one seems to be messing with time too. Whenever you stab him with a knife or crush him, time reverses and he manages to avoid it... It's always by ten seconds too.

You've been making a plan in your locked up room, and been doodling a bit of a plan...

Actions

>...Try to hide from the mage...
>Try to ambush the mage...
>...Try to study his actions more precisely...
>...Maybe there's some way you can break the whole "time warp" thing he's doing?
>Write-in

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> Being a responsible adult forced me to be away for a bit. We'll continue in a moment with Part 5.

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Welcome back, Kestrels, to the ninety-fourth installment of Mecha Space Pirate Quest! I'm Wong, your host, and today you are Roarke Susan Starwind, King of Phaeton, master of the Iron Kestrels Space Pirate Fleet and rightful ruler of the asteroid belt. Also today, husband to six women.


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http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Mecha%20Space%20Pirate%20Quest
Master Pastebin: http://pastebin.com/sSHs0QmF
Upgrade Menu: http://pastebin.com/QQQzkFZe
List of Moves: http://pastebin.com/HSdyCe2y
Rogues' Gallery: http://pastebin.com/E9ZcDLfG (finally updated)
Brazilia's Kawaii Space Jam Gallery: http://pastebin.com/pZtRmbWS

This is the happiest day of your life, and you are in utter agony.

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It was clear to you, Commander Stoble had no intention of letting you take charge of this situation, and had taken steps to maintain status quote, afraid to take decisive action himself. It was understandable, the Empire hardly bred independence among its officers.

He'd ordered your forces and Commander Lavorem's division to hold position.

"Understood, Commander," you say. "We'll hold here and await further orders."

Stoble tilts his head back slightly, appearing to look down his nose at you, smirking. "You may be Lobkin's little pet," he says, "But you'd do well to remember that there is a whole chain of command outside yourself."

You fix Stoble with a baleful gaze but make no reply.

"Expect to hear back within a few hours, I'm taking my division to Rendilli. Stoble out."

Lavorem likewise ends the transmission.

Hold position, await further orders? Fine. You could do that. But you knew if the Rebels were attacking Rendilli, or otherwise jamming the system's communications, then Stoble was likely to run into the same difficulties as Lobkin and Flesser.

It didn't sit well with you.

"Keep the division together and be ready to deploy for action," you order Bastra who stands a short distance behind you. "I don't think we've seen everything the Rebels have to offer."

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Weclome to the world of your imagination. Yes, yours. What do you do?

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Once every year the Eclipse hits, causing all kinds of trouble for everyone around the world.

It's the day of the Eclipse, and you're stood outside your house, along with your older brother Stephen (you're 16, he's 18) and your little brother Kevin (he's 14).

It's a sight to see, the moon blotting out the sun, bathing the dozens out other people outside their homes in shadow.

"Do you think we'll change this year, anon?" says Kevin.

You remember what the previous eclipses were like, random people all over the world under-going strange transformations, some which lasted seconds, others minutes, even more lasting weeks and months, and a very precise few which never returned to normal.

It feels uneventful when the eclipse is over, you go back inside with Kevin and Stephen, back inside your quiet suburban house, Mum and Dad expected to get home from work later in the evening.

You follow Kevin into the kitchen with Stephen, the pair of you watching as Kevin takes out a tub of ice cream and starts chipping away at it with a spoon.

"Do the transformations happen right away?" Kevin asks.

"Kind of," you say, "When Dad turned blue for a week it'd just started in his finger."

"Or when Mum became super fat for a month, we didn't even think it was the eclipse doing it until she got reallly fat." says Stephen.

>Decide what happens next:
>You and Stephen prank Kevin into thinking he's going through a transformation
>You and Stephen prank Kevin and make him think you're going through a transformation
>You and Stephen prank Kevin and make him think Stephen is going through a transformation.

(As its just the start I'll wait fifteen minutes-or so each time, then post the next part.)