Didn't you read the heading? Get 'em, Lock 'em, Leave 'em. No ties, no publicity, no teams, no problem. Maybe my past has something to do with it...pretty rough, y'know...then again, not like you need a past to try and straighten this planet out. While you try to figuire me out, leave me alone. Cuz I'm still getting the- pardon the pun- hang of all this powers and heroes stuff, and like I said, the fewer end up in bags, the better...
Wanna hear more? Well, whatever, you're the one reading. My family was a bunch of...uh, well, y'know bad guys. Supervillians. All of 'em. So geuss what? All our money went into villian stuff, and when I was seven my parents finally pissed off the wrong do-gooder, he went over the edge and sent them to hell. I mean killed, not literally sent the to hell, thogh I do know a guy who's into sending guys to hell...uh, right, back on topic.
I dissapeared for a bit, easily, into runaway shelters and alleys. Nobody cared to look, I geuss, and when you'd been schooled in theivery since birth, it wasn't hard to get a few bucks or meals. Then there was Micah. Tough-talkin' pretty boy Micah, king of crime, in need of someone to do his stealing, and maybe in a few years, his killings.
I was twelve and I was sick of street life, so I said yes. Heck, the guy had a mansion full of hotdogs and he gave me a nice warm place to sleep at night. Maybe it was all that dirty water finally having an effect on me, but I started getting powers. Not the mutant-metagene whatever stuff or even the cool other-dimensoinal magic stuff, just neccesary things. I could turn invisible. I could read minds and see through wall when I needed to. Being a theif, that's like having everything related to security zapped off the face of the universe because God decides he's sick of playing nice.
I never told Micah, though, or any of the other goons he did "buissness" with. I just thought I ... shouldn't. Good things are never meant to last. I mean, Micah sent me on a simple recon mission, just scope out the place where on the night of my fourteenth birthday, I'd get the ultimate promotion, from low-level theif, to his freakin' executioner. And the next thing I know, the cops are there, the boss is gone, and Micah and me are right in the thick of a bunch of do-gooders who call themselves the New-freakin-Outsiders, and have brought the tool who killed my 'rents with them.
Hey, give a girl a gun... Let's just say his sick face won't be haunting me anymore. Problem was, a stray bullet hit Micah, and I was surrounded by cops and "heroes". Bad call for me. Of course, I got thrown into stupid jail for the night. Then I started thinking. Really thinking hard. My best hope at present was life in prison. There was no way I could prove I was innocent when they'd all seen me. But if I escaped... I had a chance to turn everything around. maybe not fix it, but at least make one thing clear- I was tired of being used, tired of being a victim. And maybe if I got on the heroes good sides, they'd pull strings with the cops.
So I waited, until they left the prison gates open while I was outside, turned invisible, and slipped away. I couldn't go to family, now they were either dead or so paranoid they'd think I was a mole for cops or heroes. I'd be a fool to try a shelter, and didn't have the cash to go anywhere. So I did the one thing that made sense. I showed up at New-Outsiders HQ with a copy of the Bible, and swore I was finished being a bad guy, if they gave me a cover. I deserved an Oscar for that performance. But who cared? They said yes, and I became Girl Justice, do-gooder with a streak( fine,like a jillion streaks)of bad, serving up revenge and (like the name ) justice to bad guys in her favorite pair of jeans and the weeks offensive -slogan t-shirt.
I even ended up in school. Of course, naturally, I got busted for using "lethal force" against a bunch of werewolf crime bosses, but the N-O let that go, considering I sold them on the idea I didn't know the bullets were silver until the wolves died. Thing is, that wasn't the first time I've used "lethal" force, and I'm beginning to think, with a new wave of baddies on my radar, it might not be the last...or will it? Only time (and wether i can learn to hold back) will tell.
well yeah sorry no pic. hi holly.
When Surge's species was attacked by the disruptorans Surge and a small group of fighters attempted to hold off the aliens but were overwhelmed so surge had no choice but to destroy the entire planet to save everyone from being absorbed by the disruptorans. the resulting explosion sent surge flying into space. After fifteen thousand years he crash landed on the planet earth and joined the new-outsiders
Hey Guys, where have you all been. Know, that I'm still around and if you need to contact me just leave a message and I will tend to it. Slight talk to me. You're Goran page is bugging me I want it back on. I'll lead it for you if you want but I need your help.
alrighty then, I will check it out.. even though i really did want to do the afterworld thing, did you notice I already posted for that? anyway i am surprised that you want to do the rpg. I will look for it and give it to you in a pm. much love
Slight: "Feeling remoursful," (remorseful) Wrong spelling
Slight, I don't want you to feel I'm scolding you but could you please proof read? or type your entries first in Microsoft word? I know the RPG is not an English class rooms but it'd be easier for us to understand what you're trying to say when you check your spelling and such. Other than that you're really getting better and you're such a dedicated player, keep up the good work ;)
Power Surge...I'm a little disappointed that your entry was so short. I'd like to hear more from you because I know you have a great imagination. Please pay attention to what'd going on with the others too though. The setting in the story is in the new Outsiders' HQ not in Holly's house. Please don't think I'm scolding I'm just trying to help out, ok?
To everyone, I am so glad to see so much of you participating in our RPGs it really makes me happy since i put a lot of thought into them. The new RPG "Living with Outsiders" has no plot and no bad guy but it is an exercise where I want you all to develope your character a little more like what are their flaws, weaknesses, likes, dislikes. Face it...perfect characters are boring. It's unrealistic for us all to get along like best friends. Let someone question Holly's opinion, challenge her (no insults or bashing though). Let two Outsiders fight over the remote or who left the toilet seat up/down. I want us to add more depth to our characters to make them for real and easier to relate to.
Um.. I might not be able to post on the new RP very much. Apparently I'm not "respectful" enough to my science teacher, and now I'm grounded. (for a long time). I will still be able to post occasionally (when parents aren't home) but not very much. (at least for three weeks)
"Um.. I might not be able to post on the new RP very much. Apparently I'm not "respectful" enough to my science teacher, and now I'm grounded. (for a long time). I will still be able to post occasionally (when parents aren't home) but not very much. (at least for three weeks)"
My character is 16 years old,
Do you want songs that we like or songs that describe the team, or both?
Songs that i like: Smiley Faces-Gnarles Barkley, Transformer (Live at Abby Road version)- Gnarles Barkley- Basically every song on the Odd Couple-Gnarles Barkley
Team Desciptive songs- Last Resort-Papa Roach, Remember the Name-Fort Minor-
To anyone. a major storm has hit my country and I am told that another is going to hit this weekend. Please pray for the well being of the people here. The storm focuses on my area so please...I'm sorry if I haven't been a great leader but I've done my best. Please if ever there was a time for heroes now would be it. Please talk to your local Red Cross if you want to help ease the devestation that has hit here. thank you.
" Slight was never really that speacial. He went to school just like any other kid his age. But what he didn't know was that he was the host for the cosmic entity the Oracle. In a sense, the oracle was the alter ego of the Phoenix, sharing its power. It was only when Slight was attacked by a mugger, when his power first manifested. Times seemed to freeze itself. The Oracle, who shortly after revealing himself to Professor Xavier of the X-Men, had the power to control water. Slight was told that he was a mutant, with the power to control water, and telekinesis. Wiith the Oracle within him, this power was greatley inhanced, and could over come Slights own humanity. On his 16th birthday, and having been with the X-Men a while, the Prof. sent Slight on a mission. Little did he know that he was going to be in for the fight of his life on that day. While he was away, the X-Men prepped for his surprise party, while Magneto prepared to attack the New York bridge. On his way back to the Manshion, Slight saw the commotion on the bridge, he went to check out what was going on and as soon as he got to the bridge, a piece of shrapnell flew into his side. Bleeding the Brotherhood of Evil Mutants showed themselves. Magneto came down from above, and said Where are your X- friends. He began to rant about his devotion to the cause, while Slight realized that he would bleed to death. Using water as a gauze patch the wound seemed to heal at a rapid speed. It was of little use because soon after he blacked out. Waking up in an unknown tower, Slight walked the hall and found the Brotherhood had taken him to a secret base. He sat down and was lectured by the one and only Magneto, on how he could be so much more, If he joined the Brotherhood. Slight left and went out to the surrounding beach. Calling for his teamates who had obviously forgotten about him, Slight flew to the only visible land. When he made landfall, he realized that he was back in New York, where he noticed a sign for the New-Outsiders. He decided that this was a perfect opportunity for him. He soon spoke to the team leader who welcomed him in. "HOLY MACAOW
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