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Apotheosis

They said the world would end on December 21st, 2012. They were right. They just didn't realize it would be a delayed reaction. 12/21/12 was the birth date of Patient Zero. He was born in Kentucky. We don't really remember his name anymore. Just what he could do. Lift cars. Punch through brick walls. Bend reinforced metal like it was rubber. He didn't wear tights or save lives, though. He hid his abilities. Married. Started a family. His son could run upwards of 300 miles per hour. His daughter could fly. He wanted to be a superhero. She wanted to follow her dad's example. He got killed in a fight with some street thugs when he tried to stop a mugging without fully understanding his abilities. She had kids. Both of them had powers. She taught them to keep them hidden. The son was an example to all of them. Don't stick your necks out. They had families. Their children had families. The powers skipped generations. Some had them, some didn't. It's a dominant gene, being a superhero. Heterozygous supers sometimes had normal kids. That family thought it was a mutation, a disease. An isolated event. Now we know it was evolution. In England, a girl was born. She could see through anything. A boy in Japan who could control matter telekinetically. A girl in Africa who could freeze anything with a touch. A boy in Australia who could breathe underwater. They all had families, too. Their children all were super, too. Millennia later, the Earth was a changed place. Everyone was super. Some kids flew to school, then walked through the wall to their classroom by turning intangible. Others ran there faster than sound and then dominated on the wrestling mat with their super strength. Still others breezed through classes by plucking answers out of their teacher's minds. Parents commuted not by car or train, but by teleportation or flight. They used telekinesis instead of cranes in construction. Most people had not just one, but many powers. Some people had enough raw power to destroy galaxies. In the 21st century, nerds sometimes complained Superman was overpowered. Some of these people made him look like a cricket with a broken leg, asthma and heart disease. There were, of course, laws in place to keep these people in check. Ways to neutralize and eliminate them. On the other end of the spectrum, there were those with little power. A girl who had a slightly higher concentration of iron in her bloodstream than normal. A boy who had a paler skin pigmentation than anyone else in his family. These kinds of people were rare, but those who did exist were mocked and ridiculed by their peers and society at large. Who would hire a boy whose average body temperature was 99.6 instead of 98.6 when they could hire a boy that could fly while carrying two tons of material at Mach 2? This was life. Some people were dealt a bad genetic hand. Some accepted it, others were resentful. Luckily, these people - the subpowereds - made up less than .0000001% of the population. Nobody cared about seven hundred individuals in a population of seven billion. That is, nobody cared until now.

Thirty seven years ago, something extraordinary happened. An ordinary baby was born. No powers whatsoever. He was of average strength, speed, intelligence, body chemistry. He could not fly or generate electricity. He was not superhuman in even the most pathetically trivial of ways. As he grew, he was a laughingstock. He hated himself for not being special. He hated everyone else for being special. He hated God for making it that way. So he decided to change it. Gathering some of the subpowered people who were unhappy with their lot in life, he devised a plan. A boy who was slightly smarter than average began work on a machine. He got it done, eventually. Arter thirty years. And the normal human pushed a button on the machine. The machine did exactly what it was intended to do. Supers began feeling weaker. Subpowereds began feeling stronger. It was like viewing a negative version of a photograph. Everything became reversed. People with average strength retained average strength. People with super strength became frail and sub par in the muscle department. They lost their energy. It didn't go away, of course. Energy can't be destroyed. It simply rushed into the nearest empty vessels. That is, the subpowereds. The girl with the high iron concentration became an indestructible juggernaut, her skin made of steel. The boy who was pale can become invisible at will. The boy who worked on he machine, the one with the above-average intelligence, gained a twelfth level intellect. And the human? The one without even a subpower to enhance? Well, he was he emptiest vessel of all. He got the lion's share of the energy. And because he didn't have a power to enhance, he was enhanced instead. We once called him a name. Bruce, perhaps, or Evan, or John, or Bill, or Bob. Now, if you don't want to die, you call him God. He is everything but omnipotent. He rules Earth with an iron fist. 666 subpowered serve him as kings, queens, and emperors. The others, those that opposed him, were executed. New subpowered babies are taken by the government and killed, so that their power will not threaten Him. He doesn't need more powered humans in his service, he finds the current number quite poetic. And now, the world is dead. The twisted evolution of humanity that started on 12/21/12 has killed our world and our God and replaced it with a new world ruled by a new God. And you find that unacceptable. You are one of the 666. You were foolish, when you joined him. Maybe you were scared by the example set by the four who opposed him. You didn't want to end up like them. Maybe you thirsted for power, and he was offering it to you. Maybe you resented everyone for shunning you when you didn't have super abilities, and now that you you do and they don't, you wanted to grind them under your heel and watch them squirm. Either way, you've realized that this is wrong. You're prepared to band together with like minded members of the 666 and find a way to strip Him of His power, and then crush His skull beneath the heel of your boot. Maybe you wish to create a new pantheon with you and the other 666 as its gods. Maybe you want to return the world to how it was before, and give the power back to those who were born with it. Maybe you want to return it back further, and got back to a simpler time when nobody had powers. Whatever your motives, He stands in your way, and you are going to kill Him.


Rules
1. Follow all bmgf rules
2. Glory Blaze and Heroic Sociopath are the GMs. Their ruling is absolute. Here, they are unto gods.
3. Flaming, trolling, godmodding, bunnying, and anything else that is annoying is disallowed.
4. Be active! When you're gone for long periods of time, it's not as fun for is and it's for sure not fun for you to catch up. If you really have to be gone for more than 24 hours, notify someone and let them play your character for that period of time.
5. You only get one character.
6. No killing named NPCs or PCs without GM or player permission, respectively.
7. Everything in the RP must be kept PG-13.
8. Those 'test phrases' are kind of silly. If you're reading this, don't put anything special in your SU, even if I tell you to.
9. We're trying to tell a collaborative story here while having fun as well. It's less of a game than an ad-libbed play. If you have a cool idea, PM it to GB or HS and we'll see if we can work it in.
10. That said, at least try to follow the basic plot. That's what you signed up for, after all!

If you read these, put the word brouhaha in your sign up.

Sign-Up Sheet
Name: (Simple enough.)
Alias: (Does your character have an alias? Secret identities aren't used in this world, but most of the 666 have cool nicknames hat they call themselves, or that the citizens have bestowed upon them.
Gender: (Simple, again.)
Power: (You only get 1 power and its Required Secondary Powers. [Fire user gets heat resistance, for example] So you could be the Flash, but not Superman. If you want to tell us what the weaker version of the power was before the machine went off, go ahead. Bonus points for you. Be detailed here, describe all the cool things you can do, and also your limitations. You can't do anything in the RP that you didn't explicitly describe here. If HS or GB think you are overpowered, they may ask you to remove abilities or add limitations.)
Appearance: (A picture is good, but not required.)
RP Sample: (5 sentences minimum. Include a demonstration if your power, an Establishing Character Moment, any backstory you want, and a demonstration of your grammatical prowess. Can be as long as you want. I love Walls of Text, so bonus points for those, but you won't be graded down for sticking to 5 sentences.)

Have fun!
 
Name: Alice Clover
Alias: N/A
Gender: Female

Power: Alice is very strong physically, being able to lift a 1 ton truck with ease. Her physical prowess is so great, that she has to wear a limiter in order to keep her strength in check. This limiter takes the shape of golden skeleton key on a silver chocker, but when she takes off her Limiter, not only does it allow her to use her true strength, but the key itself turns into a battle axe that's even bigger then Alice herself. Using the handle to wield, the head as a blunt edge for melee attacks, and the teeth as a blade.

Appearance: Alice stands at 5 foot 1 and despite her tiny and fragile looking appearance, her weight is actually over 200 lbs. because of her strength. (She actually looks like she's 94 lbs. Because she's so tiny.) Alice has pale white skin that almost mimics that of chalk, making her look ill. She has dark shadows around her eyes, which are a pale silvery blue, and the only real form of natural color comes from her vibrant blood red hair that is shoulder length with very long bangs, which are parted to cover her left eye. She wears a loose fitting tank top that is white in color, with a white jean skirt with front pockets, and white shoes. Her frail appearance is heavily emphasized by the blood drenched bandages wrapped around her arms, legs, and torso. (She's prone to rather severe bleeding when she cuts herself, so she wears bandages to keep from bleeding all over the place and dying.)

RP Sample: A large thug cornered Alice, in an alley. He towered over her at 6 foot 7, and was powerfully built, his strength like that of several oxen.

"Come on little girly, do you want to have some fun." He smirked, cornering Alice.

"Please sir." Alice quivered with a worried look on her face. "I don't want to fight you..."

"Come on!" He laughed. "A girl like take out a guy like me, that's impossible."

"Forgive me, but I need to go." Alice said, as she griped the key on her chocker, and pulled it off. Their was a flash of white light, and the key had grown into a large key shaped battle axe that was larger then it's wielder, with a slightly blood covered blade. Alice then lifted it like was nothing and swung the head at the thug, knocking him into the wall with enough force to cause an impact crater. The thug got up, and lunged at her with clawed fingers.

Alice leapt, with tremendous power in her legs as she dodged his lunge, and came down an ariel counter attack, smacking the thugs head with blunt head of her axe. Blood spilled out of the thug's mouth, as he fell to floor knocked out.

"I'm sorry..." Alice apologized, as the key shrunk into a normal skeleton key, and she reattached it to her choker. "I have to go now... Try and seek some help when you can."

Alice then left, trying to get home before she caused anymore trouble.
 
Whee, first sign up. Accepted.
 
Name: Deandre Taylor

Alias: The Animal (Dats a guud naem rite der *lying*)

Gender: D: THiS IS TOO HARD *dies*....Male :3

Power: The power is kind of hard to explain....like feral abilities(if that makes sense I: ). For example with the power he has the ability to run on all fours, granting him increased speed, and his nails on both his hands as well as feet are sharpened to the extent of claws. He also has animal like fangs granted the ability. Also with having feral like abilities, he now posses better endurence, slightly better strength(not like OMG HULK SMASH) than the average person, and mobility. And hightened animal senses.(if its too much i can take this one out.)

Appearance: Deandre is a teenage boy who stands roughly at about 6 feet, which is rather tall fo his age. His skin color is a caramel brown, and has sideburns, and a slight moustache. Both of his hands have nails that resemble more like claws then any ordinary human nails. And when he smiles, wolf like fangs can be seen pertruding from his mouth. His build however is a bit odd, his skeletal build resembling something between a cross of wolf and human. His eyes are also a dark brown.

RP Sample: Early in the morning it was, the sun just beginning to rise, and there Deandre was waiting at a bus stop. He tapped his foot and glanced at his watch in growing frustration. Darnit, I'm gonna be late... He looked ahead and sighed in relief, as he saw the bus slowly chugging up the road. But it was relief was shortly met as he was shoved from behind, by a burly man.

"You getting mugged kid! Gimme everything in your pockets, and make it snappy!" Urged the man behind him. Deandre sighed once again and took off his cap and rested it on the ground, before facing the burly man. "Well?!" he snapped once again, holding out his beefy sweaty hand. "You gonna give me the dough, or am I gonna have to skin ya for it eh?"

Deandre got into an all fours posistion, which may look goofy for an ordinary person, but given his bone structure, it looks surprisingly natural. He snarled before pouncing on the man. The man was taken by surprise but he stood his ground. Deandre on the other hand, dug his sharp clawlike nails deep into his skin which forced the man to grunt and yell in pain. "Hey! What are you doin'?! You freak?!"

Deandre jumped off again, and quickly ran behind on all fours, attempting a leg sweep, which was successful as it forced the man to lose his balance and land directly on his back. He then proceded to backflip with grace unto the man's chest pinning him to the ground, exposing his fangs. Luckily for the poor man the bus had arrived after its slow trek from down the road, forcing Deandre to reluctantly get up and grabs his hat, and get on the train. Before he did however, he looked back at the man "Next time...be careful on who you choose to mug, you might end up hurt..." He abruptly paused and scratched his right sideburn "...or killed..." he finished with a smile. The man staggered up, obviously in pain before clumsily running away.
 
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Wee back. Thanks for handling the sign up, HS.
 
Name: Jack Vance
Alias: Vecna
Gender: Male
Power: Vecna can manipulate the life force of others. The main use of this power is taking the remaining energy from a dying body and using it to animate an object, which will then do his bidding. It will twist and contort to some extent: A table or chair will walk, a statue of a man will move like a man. If it's smaller than say, a water melon, the object will instead float. Also, the life force he needs to animate must be from a being of at least equal or greater size than the object he is animating. So he can't animate a human corpse with a spider, but he could use a tree.
He can also fire green energy rays that destroy life force, turning living matter into stone or metal. Finally, he can use the life force to enchant objects, creating magical items. So far, he just as a 20-sided dice he enchanted so it can store life force for him to use later.
Appearance: Vecna has taken his new powers over souls in stride, and styled himself as a sort of modern-day necromancer. He lucked out in that he already has the pale skin and black hair down. On his torso, he typically wears a variety of hoodies, usually dark, with some sort of design relating to death or spiders or something else like that. Around his waist he wears dark cargo jeans, using the pockets to carry various trinkets he can animate in an emergency. He also has a belt with a skull buckle. He has a sheathe containing a large knife. It's black, and suited both for fighting and every day use.
RP Sample: No.
 
I like the idea, but it feels too spread out. One of the main ideas of the RP is the Single Power Superhero. Kittyface can get away with the power of animalism because his strength and speed is only above average, not superhuman - his only superhuman ability is sharpened claws, fangs, and senses (in essence, 'sharpness' is his power.) Your character can animate objects, enchant objects, and transmute living into non-living matter. Please pick just one. :)
 
Could I reserve a spot please? Looks like a good RP bro ^_^
 
Alright, how about he can't transmute. And the animation is just his basic enchanting. Because, see, since he's using life force, he's basically using it for what it's already supposed to do, that is to say, keep things alive. And he can give things other properties, like, say, making a stone that shoots lasers. But to do that, he has to sacrifice part of his body, like, say, a finger, since he's bending the life force to do something it's normally not supposed to. How's that sound?
 
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