heroes & villains -- open!

[meadow.]

lies in ruins. villains have taken over most of north america and are intent on world domination. with teams like the justice league and the avengers all disbanded or destroyed, there seems no hope for those trapped in the apocalyptic city.

the people's only hope lies underground. living in the abandoned subway tunnels beneath the earth's surface are six metahumans, believed to be some of the last in existence. unbeknownst to the villains, these six teens are being trained to rebel against the villains who have destroyed everything. unbeknownst to the heroes, while the villains may not know what they are doing or where they are located, they know enough about the heroes to know their weaknesses. the villains have created a team of six teens to oppose the heroes, also metahumans, who have been born and raised for the purpose of destroying the young heroes.

only one team can win, and the prize is survival.

[meadow.]

THE RULES

1. be familiar with all chicken smoothie rules! don't get me in trouble!!
2. no god modding, no mary/gary sue characters. make sure your characters have weaknesses otherwise i'll give them some.
3. no out of character drama
4. in character drama appreciated!!
5. keep character ages above fifteen and under twenty five with the exception of the mentor character
6. i tried to failed to make the character's powers very non specific so please be creative and diverse!
7. dc and marvel heroes both existed at one time is this universe so feel free to reference them and any objects/weapons they had (examples: green lantern's ring, kryptonite, thor's hammer, the watchtower) but don't make it about them, this is about us.
8. PM ME ALL RESERVATIONS BEFORE POSTING A FORM!!
9. THIS IS A LITERATE RP! 500+ WORDS PER POST, THREE STRIKES YOU'RE OUT. we all have off days but pleasepleaseplease
10. don't make me add more of these


discussion thread here

[meadow.]

THE GOOD GUYS!

name // age // gender // power // played by

name // age // female // ice & water manipulation // meadow.
name // age // male // control over plants & nature, can photosynthesize like lil sunflower // mikko;
name // age // female // controls darkness & shadows, think nico from pjo // siren,
name // age // male // telekinesis & minor mind reading ability // Cyril
name // age // female // super speed & agility aka speedster // Ghostarriver
name // age // male // super strength & flight rip superman //AngelOzwin

[meadow.]

THE BAD GUYS!

name // age // gender // power // played by

name // age // male // fire & heat manipulation // Talon the Mad King
name // age // female //necromancy & dark magic // FlamingPsycho
name // age // male // controls & channels sunlight, glows in the dark // rob.the.stars
name // age // female // telepathy, minor telekinesis & can shut off another person's mind for a short period of time? victim's side effects include sharp headache, ringing in ears, nausea // Teekl
name // age // male // minor time manipulation & energy absorption // Chillax
name // age // female // the ability to mirror and +1 the powers of anyone but they have to make physical contact for at least 10 seconds, doesn't have to be all at once // kartharon

[meadow.]

STATUS
OPEN!!
three spots currently available

[meadow.]

AUBIN
tagged: amberle

Aubin woke up with a start. Silvery light was floating in through whatever cracks in the concrete around her revealed the outside light, so it must've been early morning, likely before 6:00am. Not that it mattered, now that she was awake. What small sunbeams there were illuminated the dust in the underground air, like fairies dancing in the morning glow. Aubin realized curiously that she could see her breath. Within moments she'd forgotten her nightmare, though the evidence was now obvious. Her hair was frozen to her skin, and there were snowflakes in her eyelashes. Her pillowcase and sheets were frozen stiff, though the ice was slippery to the touch, signifying that it was beginning to melt. Aubin shivered, but not from the cold.

She hadn't had a nightmare like that one in a long time. She wasn't a frequent nightmare-getter... more often she experienced vague dreams that resembled memories from her past but never quite seemed to make sense.

This was a nightmare she'd had before, though. It was always the same. She knew who it was about, but she couldn't bring herself to admit it. She'd never even spoken to him, and he had never seen her, or so she thought. So how could she know how to felt for his eyes to meet hers?

Aubin slowly realized that something was wrong. She grew more fearful as time continued to pass, second by second. She tiptoed across the floor to where Amberle was sleeping. Aubin couldn't stand to be awake by herself any longer.

"Amb." Aubin hissed, nudging the girl with her foot. "Amb, wake up. Something's wrong. Wake up."

[delani]

☾ A m b e r l e__S T . M A R K

➳ hero ➳ umbrakinetic ➳ nineteen ➳ location;; bedroom ➳ tagged;; aubin

Amberle had the tendency, and the skill, as she liked to think of it, to sleep like the dead. Many found the thought ironic, thinking that she would naturally prefer the dark of night to the daylight considering her, well, darkness oriented abilities, but the comments only made the girl roll her eyes in exasperation. The fun, she would always tell them, her voice steely, is in creating the darkness in the light. Its not very impactful if its already dark out, naturally. It was a dramatic explanation, of course, but Amberle wouldn't have it any other way. Heck, the more dangerous and powerful she looked and appeared was all the better in her book.

This morning was no different, and Amberle was fast asleep, not a care in the world, when the sudden motion of her floor-ridden mattress brought her to the reality of morning. Opening one eye, she squinted through the dim interior of the room, her gaze settling on Aubin after a few moments. It was then that she felt the unnatural cold settling in the air, the girl's breath in front of her curling out into small puffs as she breathed. Amberle wrinkled her nose at the chill, her hands grasping her blankets as she pulled them closer to her chin. "What is so important," She hissed, her voice low and slightly slurred from being recently awoken. "That it cannot wait until the sun has fully risen?"

[Ghostarriver]

🌠Stella Argento🌠Female🌠Age: 17🌠Alias: Stella Cadente🌠Hero🌠Location: The Tunnels🌠Tags: Aubin, Amberle


Stella had been running around for the last twenty minutes, desperate to burn off some energy. She’d gone above ground, zipping across the ruined roads of New York. Such a vibrant and lively place it had been, ‘the city that never sleeps’ – it had been dubbed oh so long ago. Now, it seemed to be in a restless slumber, doomed to never wake again, return to the cultural epicentre it had once been.

Nonetheless, Stella still enjoyed the view, no matter how distorted with villainy it had become. She’d started a new life here, one that’d be impossible to leave behind because a) it was so much fun and b) because she wasn’t sure how to reverse what had been done to her. But she didn't want to reverse it anyway. This super speed, this feeling of being the fastest person in the world- it was electrifying to be the girl no one could catch. She was in just as quickly as she was out. She could outrun jets, she could skip across oceans, heck, she could run up and down mountains.
Taking a look at her watch, Stella’s phone had begun playing ‘Sweet Dreams’, and she chuckled, quietly, listening to it. 6:10 . Not too late to head back. Then again, she could be anywhere within seconds. Yet, Stella still turned around, at that exact moment, zooming back to the tunnels. Truth be told, she was feeling rather hungry. Her newfound powers required energy. A lot of it.

Soon she had some coffee brewing and a few cakes Stella had found somehow. It was more than she could ask for at this point. Grabbing the grounded coffee granules, the speedsted put it in the machine and watched everything blend together to form the black, inky liquid she lived off of, while she wrapped the earphones around her phone. Around this time, she, faintly, heard Aubin and Amberle wake and grabbed some extra mugs for the other two.

Approaching their rooms, Stella noticed the tunnels were chillier than usual, her breath condensing on the spot, looking like wisps of smoke. Entering, slowly- well... as slow as she could (which was still practically almost swinging the door off its hinges), Stella smiled, widely.
“Buonjiorno mi amici!” her voice was jubilant and enthusiastic as always.“It’s much colder than usual, what’s up?” Stella sat on her own bed, facing the other two. While drinking from her own mug, Stella offered the other two some of the drink and the food. She shivered, a little, as being still meant she was more susceptible to the cold.
“Ah, Aubin? Any chance you could... how to say this... make the ice go away? Sorry if that sounded rather childish.”

[Talon the Mad King]

ryan james kingsly
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- MALE - nineteen- tired.-
- ᴛᴀɢs; none. -

sleep never came too. . . naturally to this villain. bad dreams or even good ones that cause any extreme emotion wakes him up, his body rising to literally over a hundred degrees. this was one of those nights, the young man sitting up in a start from a particularly awful nightmare. as soon as he started awake, he began to forget the nightmare. was it about his past? his former family? ryan wouldn't remember.

untangling his legs from the bedsheets, he stepped his bare feet onto the cool wooden floor and grabbed a sweatshirt to zip up over his bare chest. he wasn't cold. the building felt quite. . . empty with everyone asleep, and the hoodie was to help bite back the chill of loneliness. the building that the new teen villains lived in made sure that they shared rooms, oh boy! he was lucky enough to get a room to himself, however, claiming that 'sometime his powers would get out of control and he might burn someone up'. ryan wasn't an honest man.

quietly opening the door and narrowing his eyes at the sunlight that began to peak over the horizon, he pulled his hood up and walked down the stairs to the smell of coffee. who was making coffee this early? as he approached the kitchen, he was. . . unnerved to see nobody. he grabbed a mug and poured himself a cup, before digging in the fridge for the milk. the carton was empty. fantastic. sitting on the table and looking out the window, he took a sip of the disgusting black coffee. he didn't even need anything hot to drink- he could control fire.

adjusting his position to sit cross-legged, he glanced at the clock. five am. "man, I love being awake before anyone!" he said, the sarcastic comment bouncing off the empty walls of the kitchen. ryan stared back out the window, fingers clutched around the coffee mug like a lifeline. he didn't even know why he had the coffee. ryan kingsly could never be cold. ever. again. it would be too ironic, after all if he was cold.

A waterpark burning to the ground is ironic. A tow truck breaking down is ironic. Monopoly being far from a strangle-hold on the board game market is ironic. Having chills because he is lonely is not ironic; it's just sad.

[Teekl]

♔ 𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐄
stardust ❃ villain ❃ female ❃ nineteen ❃ telepathy/telekinesis ❃ location; villain h.q. kitchen ❃ tags; ryan
Unbeknownst to Ryan, he was in fact, not the only one awake in the building. Louise was not an insomniac like him; she was, however, an early riser. But she much preferred the comfort of her own room, the warm aroma of scented candles lacing the air, the vase of baby's breath on the dresser— her favorite flower. And so, behind these closed doors, no one knew she was awake, and with any luck, it would stay that way. Hopefully her roommate wouldn't notice, although Louise doubted such a serene environment could abruptly wake anyone. She had been in a pristine state of meditation for hours now. With her personality she was drawn to the serenity of meditation anyhow, but for a telepath especially it was important. Her mind was constantly buzzing with not only her thoughts, but the thoughts of others, so it was all the more essential to sit and clear her head every once in a while. The morning, with its lack of activity, was the perfect time to do this. And with a little practice, she had learned to block everything out for hours.

She only lifted her head when she heard someone shouting from the kitchen, or talking fairly loudly at any rate. Untangling her legs, she threw on a white hoodie over her cool pajamas (they were essentially shorts and a tank top; she got hot at night). In a single motion she stood up, extinguished all the candles with the will of her mind, and walked down the various halls and stairways until she reached the kitchen. Sure enough, there was Ryan, sitting with a steaming cup of joe, staring out the window into the middle space. He looked a little depressed and... reflective.

"Good morning." Her eyes drifted to the mug in his hand. "You made coffee?" she asked in that light, sweet voice of hers, the one that wasn't real but which sounded sincere. It was fairly evident that someone had made coffee, and, Ryan being the only one around, the most likely explanation was that he'd done it. Who else was awake at this hour?