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Villain Pub 2: THE RETURN
So if you guys didn't know, I made a thread a while back called the Villain Pub, which is basically like a Character Cafe but only for Villains or Evil characters. The Link to that thread is here (please post, Admins!): http://www.cricketmagkids.com/chatterbox/inkwell/node/323339
But!
This is Villain Pub 2! Which means that it's either really good and even better than the first one or just a straight-to-DVD cringefest remake (Hehe, Movie jokes). Three things:
ONE! Charrie sheets first, but after you post the sheet, you can start whenever you like.
TWO! All of the doors lead to the same Pub.
THREE! NO HEROES ALLOWED!
Without further delay, Villain Pub 2!
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In every city in the worlds, there is a wall. A brick wall, slightly disheveled, chipped and worn in places, but other than a few holes and scars, the wall is completely blank. No pipes, no doors, Just one singular brick wall. On that wall is a brick. Not just any brick. A brick with a
symbol. An eye. An eye inside a circle of runes. If one were to tap that
brick, just with your finger, mind you, one might find that nothing
would happen. However, if one were a villain one might find the wall
just... open. A passageway would open in the wall, lined with torches,
flickering a dim, green light across the darkness. At the end of the
passageway, one would find a large iron door. One could try to force
one's way through the door, but nothing would happen. Instead one must
speak the password, being careful to dictate, "It feels good to be bad." The door would open.
Inside, there would be a large room with masks and pictures along the
walls. There would be a jukebox in the corner, loaded with villain
themes and sinister songs. There would be a counter with a hooded
(and mute) bartender, another room with a saloon, a stage, and a movie theater,
another room housing an arcade (don't touch the TRON cabinet, that's
where the MCP lives), and various table scattered around the entire
place. Above the counter, one would see a sign shaped like a skull and
crossbones. 'Villain Pub- founded 342 AD'.
And HEEEEERES THE CHARRIE SHEET!
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Alias (optional):
Appearance:
Personality:
Alignment:
Weapon (Optional):
Nemesis (optional):
If they work at the Pub, their occupation:
Other:
And here's my charrie!
Name: Alistor Thatcher
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Alias: Bonebreaker
Appearance: First thing's first, he's a skeleton. So not much on his
eyes or hair. He wears a brown aviator's jacket and tan pants with a lot
of pockets. He carries a sword enchented with fire in a leather and
iron scabbard that he keeps on his belt. He also has a belt of grenages
slung over his shoulder.
Personality: Chaotic, loves nothing more than causing pandemonium and
general chaos. Erratic, unpredictable. Will be serious one second and
dying of laughter the next. Despite his outward nature, inside he's
always concocting some new plan or scheme.
Weapon: The Sword of Eternal Flame and a belt of grenades he always keeps stocked up.
Nemesis: None, he'll basically just
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
If they work at the Pub, their occupation: He work the camera in the theater.
Other: Was one of the original founders of the Villain Pub
MWUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
submitted by General Waffleson, age -456, The Breakfast Kingdom!
(January 23, 2018 - 12:29 pm)
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(February 11, 2018 - 3:59 pm)
Whoops. That actually wasn't in the next five minutes. =P *Waggles eyebrows dramatically* It was in about three.
Heeheehee.
(February 11, 2018 - 4:00 pm)
Chinchilla, I will help you keep this alive!!!
Eclipse~
I stroll down the alley, whistling a tune to myself and swinging a diamond on a chain around my finger. Some nobleman's going to be very unhappy when he wakes up from my poison and finds it gone. It's not like he doesn't have lots of others, though; it's just that this one was the biggest and the best. Precisely why I took it.
I use the diamond to tap a brick in the wall at the end of the alley, and with a rumbling sound, it swings open. As soon as I step inside, the wall closes itself once more.
I'm now inside The Villain's Cafe-- or "TVC", as many of us affectionately call it. It's dim, sleazy, and full of villains of every shape and size. The bar could use a good scrub, the chairs squeak, and the floor is covered in who-knows-what. The jukebox in the corner warbles a slightly off-ey tone, barely heard over the din of the cafe's villainous customers. In other words, it's perfect.
I saunter over to the bar and hop up, crossing my ankles over each other and giving the mute and hooded bartender a wink. "One hot chocolate, please," I say. He growls, but gets it for me, handing me the battered mug. I inhale the aroma deeply-- partly because I love it, partly to test for anything he might have slipped in. I don't think he would, but he is a villain, after all. And so are the other patrons-- many of whom have personal reasons to want me dead. Let's just say that noblemen aren't the only people I steal from. Many villains have found themselves waking up missing some of their valuables. I give them back... eventually.
"Planning to actually pay for that today?" a voice says from beside me, and I lazily turn my head, already knowing who it is. Sol is leaning on the bar besides me, her tawny golden hair braided into a loose bun. I shrug and smile. "Maybe someday," I reply. She sighs and shakes her head, a smile tugging at her lips. This exchange is one we do every day. I keep trying to explain to her that I steal for fun. This is all just part of the game.
Draining the last of my hot cocoa, I hop off the bar, taking a second to adjust my black bodysuit. I smirk a little as I straighten my cape, knowing that despite my appearance, I am death incarnate.
~Starseeker
(February 11, 2018 - 8:29 pm)
~Genesis
I keep my head down, and my hood over my face, silently hoping no one will notice the stone scythe slung over my shoulder. Many people in this world carry weapons, so it shouldn't look too out-of-place.
I look around as I come between two buildings. As I see no one is watching, I turn into it, and walk to the brick with the eye on it. I tap it, and wait for a moment. Sweat beads on my forehead as I wait for the door to decide if it's going to let me in or not. People are watching, I think nervously.
I breathe a sigh of relif as the wall slides open. I walk down the hallway as the wall slides shut, almost giddy that I get to be in a good place again. As I reach the iron door, I exclaim "It feels good to be bad!" The door grinds open, and I walk in.
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I'd write more but it's 11:20 and I'm tired.
(February 12, 2018 - 2:21 am)
WHAT how can you stay up that late?! Get some sleep already!!!!!!!! *Shakes Lucy until dizzy*
*Ahem* I mean.... wow, what an amazing capacity to stay up late with no repercutions! Yeah....
Ember~
Ember leaned in a small shadowy corner in the pub-not that it made much difference, considering the pub was already shadowy everywhere. He could probably do the tango in the center of the room, and most would just see random flashes of white skeleton in the dim gloom, he mused. Ah. A new villian.
He carefully watched the teenage girl enter the cafe under the broad brim of his hat. She had a dark hood obscuring her face, with a stone scythe slung over one shoulder, glinting darkly in the low light. He could sense nervousness coming off of her in waves. Hmmm... He sipped his empty tankard. The real reson that it was emty was because.... well..... he wasn't quite ready to test out wether he could actually eat or drink anything, or wether it would just.... go through him. After 500 years of being a skeleton, he still hadn't found the chance to test out all his limitations. Life was already very interesting. He felt the tell-tale feeling of someone quietly reching their hand into his coat pocket. With one quick motion, without looking, he grasped the hand with his skeletal fingers, holding them tightly. "Really Eclipse? You try that every time, and it still hasn't worked yet." He heard the soft light laughter of her, and turned his head to face her. He let go of her fingers, and llet her massage them to life. "Well, one day it might." She smiled, and turned back to talking to Sol. Ember laughed quietly, his teeth clacking together, then turned back to his empty tankard. He was holding onto it for the look of the thing.
"Why are you pretending to drink out of that empty tankard?" A voice said, close to his ear. The really, really lovely thing about being a skeleton, Ember mused as he turned to face the speaker, was that he already came with a perfect poker-face. "How did you spot it?" He rumbled, and the teenager stepped out of the shadows. "You weren't holding it like it had any weight to it. Also I never saw any drink go into your mouth." The girl gestured to the cup, now idly hanging from Ember's hand. "How right you are. Thank you." Ember grinned at her. She didn't grin back, and then he remembered that there was no difference to his face when he grinned anymore.
"So, I haven't seen you here before.... Are you new?" he asked, gently placing the cup back onto the table beside him. The girl tensed. "Maybe." She said, trying to feing nonchalonce. Ember shrugged. Whatever secret she had, he would probably find out sometime. "Know Alister?" I say, gesturing to the small theater-booth in the far left corner of the cafe. The girl shook her head. "He's a skeleton like me, won't be hard to spot around." he said quietly. The girl looked puzzled, and pointed to him. "But you're not a-"
Ember pushed off the wall into a small beam of light. He said softly, the light glinting off his skull and teeth, "Say again?" His cold blue eyes glowing silently.
The girl did not do what he expected.\
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Okay, hope I represented your character well!
(February 15, 2018 - 5:28 pm)
This sounds cool! By the way, this is the first time I’ve ever done a Chatterbox Roleplay so I don’t know exactly how they work.
Name: Gu the Baby Harp Seal
Age: Hmmm... I’m not sure because he has like eternal youth and stays a pup forever like his 25 brothers and sisters.
Gender: Male
Alias (optional): Gu
Appearance: A cyborg baby harp seal. The left side of his body is made of metal, and his left eye is a red laser. However, despite being a cyborg, you could still imagine him as a cute seal pup.
Personality: He used to be sweet like all his other siblings, but then his twin Bu the Baby Harp Seal became a famous comic character and SGI was jealous. Now he is angry all the time, but every once in a while he thinks about his past when he lived with his big family and he gets a bit sentimental.
Alignment: Rogue
Weapon (Optional): His laser eye. Also possibly his cuteness.
Nemesis (optional): His twin brother, Bu.
If they work at the Pub, their occupation: None
Other: The reason Gu is a cyborg is because he got into a fight with Bu and got injured or fell into a volcano or something. (Hmmm... Anakin fell in lava too, didn’t he?) Also, the reason I chose Gu is because Bu is my comic characters at school, and our school is pretty small (only 13 people in my grade) so Bu actually is famous. He’s so iconic that I even signed peoples yearbooks as (my name) + Bu. One of my friends created Gu as Bu’s evil twin who is jealous of Bu. When I saw this I knew I had to do him.
(July 6, 2018 - 9:40 am)