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Yeah, I know roleplay threads don't go over to well, here. There are only a select few, and all that. But I had a thought recently.

What about a CoH roleplay thread? NCSoft did a really, really good job making a backstory for Paragon city, and really, the world by asking "What would the world have been like if there were *real* superheroes?".. So if you have a character, or even an idea for a character, they're really easy to fit into the big storyline that is CoH.

This was brought about by my recent resurgence into CoH.. I had a simple story for TSMv.3 (Not the best name, I admit).. but when I looked at how I played the actual powers (I.E. always having targetting drone and cloaking device on, etc.), I realized I had a really well fleshed out person sitting in front of me night after night. I even went so far as to go out and blow 80k inf on an entirely seperate costume that may not be "Pretty" per se, but fits in with him well.

So, I really don't know what else to do with this thread other then to encourage people to post either a history, or perhaps have some interaction.

I'll bet this thread doesn't get many replies.

TSM walks into the drycleaners for the sixth time this week, carrying a slightly torn, wet, rather foul smelling cape with extremely intricate circutry designs "stamped" into the fabric

"Please don't make that expression, Mr. Terrier. The Vahzilok did not spare force to my other systems either."

TSM lays down a $100 bill and exits the shop. He takes a quick look around and suddenly jumps about 30 feet into the air as small thrusters begin to propel him to his workshop.

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Eh, why not.

Copperfist peered up from the rooftop as he saw TSM leap into the sky a short distance away. He frowned though it was hard to tell what his actual emotion was due to the goggle-like device permanantly attached over his eyes to improve his vision.

It took him only a moment to realize that the form was another hero so stood up from his crouching position and returned to surveying the streets below.

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I always thought CoH would be a cool place to RP in. But then we had to choose Guardian and not Virtue as our server. >.>

But I like the directions we're starting in...even the most mundane things must be weird in a city full of mages and mutants and everything.

The Kindly Horror noised his approval at the job the tailors had done with his cape. The idea seemed a little silly to him, but it was custom in Paragon City for its protectors to wear capes - so a cape he would wear. His was a swirling, chaotic pattern, red on one side, grey on the other. In a faint, atavistic way it reminded him of his family's home.

The tailor began to babble. "No charge for you, sir - you saved my sister from the Circle of Thorns last week. Who knows what they would have done to her! Even though it's kind of a challenge to...well..." She smiled awkwardly, and the horror made a noise that implied a smile, then became a big, vibrant blur. The door opened and shut, and the Horror was running through the streets even as the tailor realized that he was gone.

The horror thought as he moved at super-speeds through the city. His DNA, the humans claimed, had already been unstable to begin with - a bizarre mutation that allowed him to sprout spines had appeared. The biggest problem, though, was that they didn't know how it should normally be for his species. Now - after defending the Reactor from mercenary attacks - he could no longer travel through his family's home as a shortcut, but he could move at supersonic speeds. He only had an intuitive idea why. Intuition was important to his kind. Another intuition: he needed to know more about this. And he had an idea about where to go. For despite his bizarre appearance - something so unearthly that he hid it beneath odd clothes - and inability to speak any human language, he had managed to make friends and allies. In this bizarre city, he was not the only weird one (though he was far-out even for Paragon), and this day and age could not afford any sort of xenophobia.

Turning east, he ran.

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I didn't have anyone particular in mind, and KH is as likely to turn to a scientist as a mystic for this one. So if you wanna be the one to help KH with his little mutation, go for it. He telempathizes instead of speaking, with weird noises to accent his point.

As the figure makes its way across the street, the light of a streetlamp reveall it to be a woman, 5'2" with hair died a dark purple and a business suit to match. In her left hand she carries a katana, still in its scabbard. She stopps before the warehouse door, pulling a headset out of her pocket and affixing it to her head.

"Status?"

The figure on the roof drops down beside her, landing at a crouch to absorb the impact of the fall. It straightens up, standing seven feet tall, its body a strange mix of human, tiger, lion, reptile, and ram. He too begins to affix a matching headset to his head.

"They've been inside for nearly ten minutes now. It looks like they fell for the bait."

The woman nods, and moves to one side of the door. The beastman stands to the other side, and swings the door open. When there is no responce, the woman dives in and rolls to her feet, ready for trouble. The beastman moves in behind her, shutting the door quietly. After making sure the coast is clear, the woman pulls out a remote. With a nod from the beastman, she pushes a button, and iron bars slam down over all the windows and doors. Dropping the remote into her pocket, she grins at the beastman.

"Well, I'm pretty sure they heard that. Are you ready, Charging Tiger?"

"Yes boss." He bows, waving her into the warehouse interior.

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The Hellion drops to the floor, clutching at his stomach as he tries to stop the blood that's flowing out. Eyes wide with shock, he looks up at Wolfblade to see her holding her sword in one hand, his blood still dripping from the blade. With her other hand she brings to bare a small, gunlike object. The pain from the sword cuts keeps him from feeling when the gun imbeds a small tracking device into his arm, and soon the world fades away as the teleport system transports him to the medical bay in the Brickstown prison.

Wolfblade taps her headset. "I'm sorry, I didn't hear that. This guy was screaming and carrying on. What was that?"

She hears the distant sound of splintering wood, then her companion's voice came over the radio. "Tests on the new footgear have gone well. They've got a few speedsters lined up for some field tests."

"Excellent." She steps aside as a Hellion charges at her, and swings her sword at him as he stumbles past. At the last moment, she twists her wrist so that the blade smacks against the back of his neck on the flat side, instead of slicing his head off. "And the crystal detector project?"

Charging Tiger steps into view, an unconcious Hellion hanging from his hand. He drops the thug onto the one knocked to the ground by Wolfblade's sword, and shoots them both with his own tracer gun. "No luck so far. The research team believes that the Circle of Thorns is somehow jamming any attempts to detect the crystals they use, magical or otherwise. They're working on the problem."

"Hummm, catch!" She grabs a Hellion by the collar as he swings at her with a crowbar. With a practiced twist, she flings him towards Charging Tiger, who sends him reeling back with a well placed claw swipe to the chest. Wolfblade rams her sword through his gut, impailing him before tagging him with the tracker gun. As the teleporter fades him away, she looks around for more targets. "Any chance that your sister would be willing to bring us some more of those crystals?"

"Ehh, dunno." He sniffed around, as if he could smell the intruders. "She said that her magical group didn't have very many of those, they usually destroy them. I guess I can ask though."

"Hey, you don't have to if you don't want to." She reaches up to thump on his tiger-striped chest with her fist. "I know you two don't allways get along, it's ok. We'll work with what we've got."

"We have good reports from the field testers for the new cape material. They say it's standing up to wear and tear better than expected. They like the weight of it too."

"Good, good." Wolfblade pulls out a small peice of cloth and carefully cleans the blade of her sword. "Well, I think we're done here. We'll go back to the office, and go over the numbers for that new targeting drone's test run." Wolfblade slides the sword back into its scabbard before using the remote to open the bars on the doors and windows.

"Yes ma'am."

As they exit the building, the limo pulls up once more. Charging Tiger opens the door for Wolfblade, then climbs in after her.

"Actually Tiger, how about a sidetrip for some sushi? Kicking ass makes me hungry."

OOC: It's late, and I'm too tired to deal with spell checking. If you find problems, deal with it.

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Just another hypothetical RP thread...