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Thread: Way of the Wicked [PF] - character sheets

Player BMR screen name Dream Guide Character Name La'croise pronounced la'croi Gender Male Alignment Neutral Evil Sexual Orientation Heterosexual Image See more Class and levels Alchemist 1 Ability scores Strength 8 -1 Dexterity 17 3 Constitution 14 2 Intelligence 20 5 Wisdom 10 0 Charisma 16 3 Max HP 11 1d812 Current HP 11 Speed 30 Saves Fortitude 4 Reflex 5 Will 0 AC 13 Touch AC 13 Flatfooted AC 10 Flatfooted Touch AC 10 CMD -1 CMB 12 BAB 0 Attacks Unarmed -1 3 damge Skills Acrobatics 4 13 Craft Alchemy 9 135 Disable Device 7 133 Escape Artist 4 13 Intimidate 4 14 Knowledge Arcana 9 135 Knowledge Nature 9 135 Perception 4 13 Perform Oritory 4 13 Perform Dance 4 13 Spellcraft 9 135 Use Magic Device 9 135 See Pragmatic Activator Languages Common Dwarven Elven Infernal Orc Celestial Feats Brew Potion Free Throw Anything Free Precise Shot Point Blank Shot Class abilities Alchemy Bomb 1d68 fire, 6day CURRENTLY UNAVAILABLE Mutagen CURRENTLY UNAVAILABLE Traits Arson Grants an additional 2 damage to all fire attacks Accelerated Drinker Drink potions as a move action Pragmatic Activator Use Magic Device checks used INT modifier instead of CHA Spells Level 1 3 per day CURRENTLY UHAVILABLE Adhesive Spittle, Bomber's Eye, Cure Light Wounds, Enlarge Self, Shield, True Strike Equipment None
Thread: Way of the Wicked [PF] - character sheets

Player Toshiro27 Character Name Varen Gender Male Class and levels Fighter Level 1 Ability scores Strength 17 3 Dexterity 16 3 Constitution 20 5 2 from human trait Intelligence 8 -1 Wisdom 10 0 Charisma 11 0 Max HP 14 1d105 Current HP 14 Speed 30 Saves Fortitude 4 2 from feat Reflex 0 Will 0 AC 14 1 from feat Touch AC 13 Flatfooted AC 10 Flatfooted Touch AC 10 CMD 7 1 bab 3 str mod 3 dex mod CMA 4 1 bab 3 str mod BAB 1 Attacks Unarmed fist- 4 attack 3 damage Skills Swim 7 1 rank, 3 class skill, 3 str mod Intimidation 6 1 ranks, 3 class skill 2 from piracy Survival 6 1 rank, 3 class skill, 2 feat Profession Pirate 4 1 rank, 3 class skill Feats Self-Sufficient- 2 on Heal and Survival checks Great Fortitude- 2 on Fortitude saves Fighter Feat Dodge- 1 dodge bonus to AC Class abilities Bonus feat Equipment
Thread: Way of the Wicked [PF] - character sheets

Player BMR screen name RPG-Girl Character Name Elasha Gender Female Sexual Orientation Bi-sexual, sees men as sex toys, women as romantic partners. Main kinks For the playerCharacter Femdom, Being in Control, Having men grovel at her feet, Men knowing their place, Casual oral sex Main dislikes For the playerCharacter Bathroom play, Being MutilatedDisfigured, Men in control Alignment Lawful Evil Race Elf Image Class and levels Inquisitor 1 Ability Scores Strength 8 -1 Dexterity 17 3 Constitution 13 1 Intelligence 13 1 Wisdom 18 4 Charisma 15 2 Max HP 9 Current HP 9 Speed 30ft Saves Fortitude 3 Reflex 3 Will 6 AC 13 3 Dex Touch AC 13 Flatfooted AC 10 Flatfooted Touch AC 10 CMD 12 CMA -1 BAB 0 Attacks Acid Splash 3 ranged touch Orison, 25ft, 1d3 Acid Damage Unarmed Strike -1 Melee 1d3-1 Non-lethal Skills Appraise 5, Bluff 8, Craft Sexual Items 5, Diplomacy 8, Heal 8, Intimidate 9, Perception 10, Preform Sexual Techniques 6, Profession Slave Trainer 8, Sense Motive 9, Survival 8. Feats Hermean Heritage Gained two skills as class skills Traits Domineering Charm Person Wicked Leader Crime- Slave Trading Languages Common, Elven, Sylvan Class abilities Monster Lore, Judgement 1day, Stern Gaze, Conversion Inquisition, Charm of Wisdom. Spells Orisons Acid Splash, Brand, Light, Sift. 1st level 2day Charm Person, Command Equipment Nothing... yet. Backstory WIP
Thread: Marvel Cinematic (Mature) Universe

I'd be totally interested in this.
Thread: Marvel Cinematic (Mature) Universe

Ill join just let me know who i can choose to play
Thread: Marvel Cinematic (Mature) Universe

That's three including me
Thread: Marvel Cinematic (Mature) Universe

If i can play as her, i may call Rogue right now
Thread: Marvel Cinematic (Mature) Universe

thatguy1 said That's three including me Click to expand... Make it four
Thread: Marvel Cinematic (Mature) Universe

Five. Sort of claiming Mystique, probably both carter's as well. Dunno who else. Depends on if OC's are gonna be allowed.
Thread: Marvel Cinematic (Mature) Universe

Looking like Wolverine and the X-Men right now lol
Thread: Marvel Cinematic (Mature) Universe

How many do we need before we start? And do we have a starting storyline beginning point?
Thread: Marvel Cinematic (Mature) Universe

I want storm! Lmao
Thread: Marvel Cinematic (Mature) Universe

Not as of yet. I don't know how many he wants.
Thread: Marvel Cinematic (Mature) Universe

So it seems folks be wanting it to be X-Men related as for folks showing interest, I'll wait until after work another 4 hours before I make the OOC and we can discuss the direction
Thread: Marvel Cinematic (Mature) Universe

If okay, I still call rogue 3
Thread: Marvel Cinematic (Mature) Universe

I'm off work expect the OOC within the next hour or so
Thread: Marvel Cinematic (Mature) Universe

The OOC is up folks
Thread: Come What May (FatherxSweet)

Something was terribly wrong with Sophie's father. Nobody could have guessed from the way he went about his life, the quintessential business man. A single father who lived the lifestyle of the upper middle class, his job allowed for him to seem to be beyond his means with only his beautiful daughter to care for. As a partner in a large brokerage he had options available to him that most men never did, and while people could place blame upon such villains as he for the economic woes of the country....well he could frankly care less. After all there were much worse things that the man did. Yet his life was pristine, elegant even, hardly a show of the monster that he was. The house was a beautiful Victorian affair, partially updated to modern times with additions that did not necessarily impact the overall appeal of the original dwelling. The car a gorgeous Chrysler 200, jet black and sleek, sporting all the bells and whistles. Nothing hinted at the kind of man who hid behind the eyes of that smiling, urbane visage. Pulling up behind her vehicle he raised an eyebrow as he checked the time. Admittedly he had been running late, that was true, but he did not realize that he had been running that late. He had imagined he'd had more time. More time to adjust things, more time to ensure everything was going perfectly fine. Her father had secrets, secrets upon secrets and it was those that would spell trouble should he ever been caught. Oh, he imagined that what he was doing was immoral and certainly illegal, but he was not overly burdened by a measure of guilt concerning it. No, that did not enter his mind in the slightest. All that mattered in his particular eyes was the fact that everything was kept in order, everything was kept properly in place. Her being home before him was not...properly in place. He stepped out of the car. He cut a striking figure standing there in the evening light, his suit lending a slimming to his heavy frame, giving that V-shape that people appreciated in a male figure. His hand unconsciously moved to the jacket, buttoning it as his other hand took hold of his briefcase and he let the car door shut slowly...softly. His footsteps were lighter than normal, as if he were already hunting, already well aware that something was wrong in the air. It was, he could feel it, a shuddering down deep into his gut. Something was amiss. His head tilted for a moment, sunlight catching his glasses, his features cool and quiet...and as he stepped into the house he began to traverse towards the only place of danger that could exist, the only place that mattered... ...and the door to his office was open.
Thread: Come What May (FatherxSweet)

The darkness loomed beneath her. Sophie had never been a brave girl keep safe, avoid confrontations. She tugged her phone from the back pocket of her jeans and opened her flash light app. The small light hardly revealed anything at all. After taking a deep breath and pumping herself up, the girl began the slow decent into darkness. The lack of visibility was practically crushing she felt her lungs struggling for air. Finally, the heel of her shoe hit what sounded like concrete. The entire time she could hear something amiss. Breathing and a strange shuffling against the floor echoed dully in the dark. H-Hello? Her voice earned another burst of huffing. Pang, pang, pang! The sound rang through her brain, practically migraine-inducing. She whimpered while stepping away from the square of light that the door above her offered. With her small light beaming ahead of herself, she approached the sound. Her hip bumped into something a table? Why were there belts hanging over the sides? Her palm blindly ran over the surface while attempting to locate what shed assumed to be an animal. I-Im here to help you What the hell did you say to a mysterious noise? Sooner than later, the source would be discovered. She seemed to be approaching a wall plain cement with all kinds of strange utensils hanging in what would likely be an organized mess. A chain shimmered in her light. No, waitit moved! Following it down was a decision she wished she had never been made. Right in the crosshairs of her light, exhausted and worn, hung a nude young woman. Gagged, blindfolded and hoisted up to her toes, it was obvious that she had been there a while. Oh my god! Her exclamation reverbed through the room and into her Fathers den. The body, the woman, was covered in whip welts and looked sore. Sophie bounded forward and grabbed at the blindfold, tugging it away to gift her sight. Are you okay?! Im going to get you out of here. Biting her phone between her teeth, both of her hands worked to remove the gag. Her fingers trembled as she worked. It was impossible to ignore her tears, which only made the young girl more nervous as she finally loosened the strap and the rubber ball fell from her mouth. How did the chains work? Looking up, she found the source of the banging. The woman had been rocking her body to force the chains to scrape against a pipe along the ceiling of the room. Sophie began to look for a lever, a button, anything at all that could lower the woman to freedom. It was so dark she bumped into countless strange pieces of furniture attempting to locate a control.
Thread: Come What May (FatherxSweet)

He had been found out. It resonated inside of him, not in a measure of guilt but in a brief moment of uncertainty. That was the terrible thought, that was the true fear, that he could experience a lack of certitude and an overwhelming sense that his world was not within his control. It upset him in a way that no amount of guilt, no amount of worry, no amount of fear every could have. The one sheer fact was that he had been found out, and that was unfortunately his daughter who was doing the finding. He heard her downstairs, heard her exclamation crying out to some divine force that was not going to help her...or the woman who was down there. No, there was nothing divine in this world...he was no atheist, he did not care one whit about what science said, the truth was if there was something divine then something like him would never exist. He was a true sociopath. His lips pressed together for a moment as he considered the options before him and his hand moved to touch the door behind him, slowly shutting the office and clicking the lock. First order of business, first thought in any situation...prevent all exit strategies. While his little girl was moving around, while she was panicking and trying to get herself under control, he moved over to the window and slowly closed the curtains to the office after locking it. Finally he took a deep breath and moved over to the landline, something left over from days before cell phones, and he unplugged it...he imagined she still had her phone, but he had long ago learned that the basement prevented signals from being had. ATT and Verizon just didn't do a good enough job for victims. His took a moment to consider and moving to open his briefcase he idly pulled free his gloves, sliding them on. He never touched a victim's flesh, never actually took the time to have that physical moment. Oh, he did enjoy fucking them, he had no problems using his actual phallus....but his hands, for some reason that abhorred him and he always wore gloves when abusing, using, and violating the young flesh that he held captive. His poor daughter, he had loved her and now...now he discarded the emotion as if it had never existed. Now, she was just another victim....and he slowly moved over to the trap door, coming down the first few stairs, and then closing it behind him...the first sound he was sure that his lovely angel would be able to hear. Father was home.
Thread: Come What May (FatherxSweet)

The will power required to simply stay in the hidden room was great enough to deplete Sophies nerves in under five minutes. Compounded with darkness and a silently weeping woman hanging from the ceiling, this was easily the most nerve-wracking moment of her life. She was stumbling through a scene that previously was only known to exist in movies. Yet here she stood, blindly feeling about for a method of freeing what could only be described as a captive. The thought alone made the sights of her small flashlight quiver. Alas, salvation! While skirting along a wall, her light uncovered a small panel built in with three buttons. The arrows indicated up, down, and halt. Pressing the down arrow sent a small belt into movement which rotated the spool of chain and began to slowly lower the woman. It was torture to wait for her wrists to sink low enough for her to be able to reach them. All she could hear were her footsteps while bounding towards the woman. A close view of her wrists made the girls skin crawl abrasions that would have taken much longer than a single night to create were impossible to ignore. Hurry.. The voice was hoarse, likely from screaming. Time seemed to have frozen. The sight of this beaten woman paired with her gravel-like tone seemed to strike her stupid. Tears began forming in her eyes. What the fuck was going on under her house?! Sophie choked back a sob while attempting to regain her senses. Help. They needed help. Sniffling, she dialed 911. As a child she had never thought of prank calling emergency services seeing the short number displayed on her screen sent another wave of tears. For a brief moment she felt relief. Assistance would arrive, everything would be fixed. It all happened so fast. The girl lost all composure as a familiar tone cut half way through the second ring. Nausea ran through her at the sound of the automated recording, Were sorry your call could not be completed as dialed. Please hang up and try again. Her immediate instinct was to run back towards the exit and try again. Just as she turned, her eyes briefly caught sight of a dark silhouette as the hatch door was already half pulled shut. Oh what the actual fuck. The sound of the exit closing rang through the room. This time it was the woman on the floor that started to cry. Sophie was done, she wanted out. She couldnt believe what she just witnessed. Not only was she dealing with a prisoner, but now the captor seemed to have entered the equation. If breathing wasnt difficult before, it certainly was now. With a pounding heart she turned off her small flash light. Cloaked in complete darkness, she hoped for some sort of a chance at safety. Her plan might have been more effective if she still had the willpower to move. She feared that moving would make too much noise and reveal her position. The only thing she could hear was her heart a pin drop would have sent her scampering.
Thread: Come What May (FatherxSweet)

The trap was closed. He had not expected to ensnare his daughter. This was often the part where he had come downstairs with a lady he had abducted and they began to realize that things were never going to be the same. The very idea that they could be was ludicrous. If the dumb little toys had even one iota of intellect within them they would have understood that by the very fact that he did not hide his face...that they would never be surviving what would happen. It was almost laughable, if he had such an emotion as laughter inside of him. No, there was nothing there but the emptiness. The emptiness that was in his very soul. The emptiness that seemed to radiate from him as he came down the stairs. He somehow made the darkness more so, the abyss seeming to stand there, oblivion given the shape of a man. He moved his gloved hand out and touched the wall and there he found the small panel to turn on the overhead lights. They flickered, the long tubes set into the ceiling. Her father liked to have full lighting when he worked and it revealed the horror of what was below in it's full glory. It showed his work space so neatly set, so perfect in it's intensity. While his daughter had looked upon the dungeon he had created as if it were some mess of happenstance, in truth it was the tools of a man who enjoyed inflicting pain. It was all made by him though, nothing dared purchased from the outside. He used what only his hands created...the gloved hands that were held by his side as he looked across at the girl who was standing there. Part of him almost rebelled but he set it aside like he would have cuffed a child. There was a time to be a man. This was the time to be a monster. He tilted his head, staring at her intently. If this toy had one iota of intelligence in her then she would have understood that the only person who could have been coming down the stairs was her Father. That this was all him. Him as he truly was. He stared with those cold cruel eyes and spoke directly. You want to live, I don't blame you. Nobody ever does down here. You though. You are special. Perhaps I will make an exception this time. So tell me..., he slowly smiled, the first true smile, so alien...horrible to look upon. What would you do for that chance?
Thread: Come What May (FatherxSweet)

The evenly paced footsteps pierced through the darkness. It was obvious he had no intention of cloaking his location, nor did a blind eye affect his mobility. What felt like hours were, in all practicality, seconds. Rather than process a method of escape, the undeniable fear of who was slowly descending began to rank higher and high on her priority list. She was stuck in a loop attempting to blame someone, anyone, other than the obvious culprit. There wasnt much time left to play stupid. A dull click followed by the familiar sound of humming fluorescent bulbs welcomed the girl into what would serve as the forced newest chapter of her life. The light was blinding. Taking several moments to adjust, Sophie peered over towards the man with blurry vision. She could tell who it was long before her eyes had acclimated. What a sight she was. All dressed up like a cute college freshman a stylish jean jacket, plaid skirt with pleats and black knee socks really didnt seem appropriate in such a room. Sophie had no time at all to take in the sights. In fact, the crumpled stranger covered in whip welts grew increasingly meaningless at the sight of him. Lips quivering, tears began to well in those innocent doe eyes. The intensity of his gaze bored holes in her very soul. It was hardly believable that this was truly her Father. Then he spoke. A tone so callous, so very cold. With her nerves already worn so very thin, the sight of a grin paired with his sickening query broke through any remaining control she maintained. Weeping openly, tears spilled from her lashes and creased along cheeks. A palm concealed the lower portion of her expression while choking back sobs. Who was this man? How could this happen? Shaking her head, Sophie managed to stumble back a few paces. D-Daddy, please, her voice quivered, allowing a few more sobs before continuing. You just, you just n-need some help Oh yeah, a blatantly abducted woman was on the floor and all he needed was a few visits to a therapist.
Thread: Come What May (FatherxSweet)

That smile never left his face which was perhaps the scariest part of seeing him standing there like that. He seemed to be so very untouched by the emotions going on around him. It was his internal dialogue that had him smiling, the imagination at work in the sick fashion that encouraged him to begin to show his daughter the man he truly was. He had never thought that he would be doing so, merely because he did not wish the legal entanglements involved. However, worrying about legality was far over at this particular moment. He did not response to her sobbing, did not show any kind of kindness concerning her tragic sorrow, and instead he merely raised an eyebrow at the hint for needing help. Well, surely he did. He probably needed it when he was a young child and had begun hurting animals, or when he had abused her own mother and she had fled to get away from those cruel hands, or perhaps when he had his first victim underneath him... ...But none of those things mattered at this particular moment. It was best to just concentrate on the situation at hand. He began to move forward, the steps seeming to levitate him across the room with his long stride. He was at the entry and then suddenly he was standing before her. His eyes never left hers as his hand came up to grip her chin and that was perhaps the most telling moment between the two of them. The way his hand felt so different from the few caresses he had given her as her Father. No, this was horrid. The gloves broke the intimacy, broke the touch of one human to another. It placed him separate from her, distanced them completely, and thus the hands became that of a stranger. He slowly tightened his fingers as he tilted her head, forcing her gaze to his as she cried and then he did something truly sickening. He tasted her tears. Leaning in he ran his tongue along her skin, tracing it up her cheek to lick those tears from her face. He tasted the salt and practically hummed with absolute adoration. Oh this was nice, this was wonderful. He had ignored the woman on the floor, she was nearing her end regardless, but his hand tightened and he slowly tilted her head to look down at the woman who lay there, his own head turning as he whispered into his daughter's ear. Do you want Daddy to go to jail...for that? For her? Look at her, she's not even worth the dirt on her knees...she's nothing. You want your own Father to...be locked away, for that stupid little slut? Is that what you want?