forum oxo i am too lazy to come up with a clever name for

Started December 11, 2022 by @menace-to-society

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hi everyone, it's your local menace to society again but with a oxo idea! ngl i was lowkey kinda inspired by the las vegas lights rp a few discussions down (y'all are great writers btw!!) since i read the first page and liked that idea a lot. so this is similar, but make it superheroes and villains because it's me and i eat that shit up.

so essentially my idea is that character x is a superhero tasked with getting character y–a super villain–to (reluctantly) team up with them to fight a bigger villain. think like megamind or spider-man and black cat kind of dynamic.

so if anyone responds we can get more in depth and figure who is going to be who and all that shit but like i will add that you have to be comfy with swearing, darker themes, and mild gore/violence because those are things that i use sometimes. also–assuming we do the romantic instead of platonic route–i don't do smut so keep that in mind. oh also i will be wanting a writing sample because i'm a bit picky and can be a fairly literate writer (especially in oxos) so i would prefer at least a paragraph or two per response if not more. okay that is all.

Hi I am not the best writer but this seems fun. I can give a sample if you like.

yes i would appreciate a sample! :)

Okay what type of sample I am pretty good at writing suspense, anxiety, and darker themes if that is okay with you. But I can write more up beat if that is what you prefer.

whatever you think is a good example of your typical rp response

Ok I rp a lot of romance so I can write that up for you. (I hope you don't mind if I use A and B for names I suck at names)

A was laying in the grass beside B as they were stargazing, they looked up at all the stars shining like a million fireflies lit up the sky. A looked over to see B staring back at them. "Hey. . ." A answered awkwardly. B flushed and looked away from the other, "Hey. . ." B answered still not daring to look A in the eye, "oh look!" A exclaimed pointing at a group of stars, "There's Orion the Hunter," B looked over at them and asked, "you're a history major, wasn't he Artimis's boyfriend or something?" A look over at B as if they were speaking German. "That's one version but every other version of the myth Orion tried to flirt with Artimis but she got annoyed and turned him into some type of animal," A explained. B listened as if A was telling them the key to happiness, but little did they know A was B's happiness.

(Oop that was long lol)

name: Cleo Rapp
alias: Ace of Hearts
powers and/or abilities: dimensional storage - the ability to store anything and everything (as long as she is holding it) in a pocket dimension, as well as retrieve those things from said pocket dimension; she is also skilled at gymnastics and runs very fast (not Olympic runner speeds or anything but yeah). Great with computers as well.
age: 22
gender/pronouns: female, she/her
sexuality: pansexual
appearance: Cleo has long, strawberry blonde hair that reaches around chest length and falls relatively straight. Her hair is parted in the middle with a few wisps to frame her face. She has fair skin with the faintest of freckles across her nose and cheeks, and naturally rosy cheeks (though her entire face gets red when she is flustered or working up a sweat). She has a sharp jawline and sharp eyes but otherwise softer features to balance it out. She almost always wears eyeliner, and is rarely seen without it. She has high cheekbones and a straight, ski slope sort of nose with full lips. She has one piercing on her left ear and three on her right. She has slightly arched eyebrows as well.
Cleo is around average height at 5'6", having a lean build from her gymnastics and general athletic abilities. She started doing gymnastics as a kid, but eventually stopped participating in competitions as she got older. She has a few curves and long legs. She also has nimble fingers and a knack for accessorizing with silver jewelry.
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personality: Cleo has always been mischievous, wanting to do her thing as long as she remembers. When she was younger this was suppressed, partially due to her extremely strict parents. She is clever and cunning, always having something to say even if she thinks of it three hours too late. She is a great strategist, coming up with plans long before she puts them into motion. She is also quick on her feet, both literally and metaphorically, and great at lying. She loves the spotlight and always has to leave a calling card when she steals something big (literally an ace of hearts from a card deck). She is teasing, especially to those who it gets a rise out of. Loves a good banter. As a civilian, she's fairly bubbly and friendly, still strategizing as she goes about her day. She is great at seeming normal despite her alter ego. She does genuinely care for those close to her, and rarely will harm people unless she doesn't see another way out of the situation.
brief background: No one really knows what drives her to a life of crime, as she keeps her past fairly quiet, even among those closest to her. She mostly does things that don't physically harm people, such as stealing artifacts or money (sometimes online, she's branching out lol). She especially likes to steal from people who are rich (eat the rich). While she doesn't go out of her way to hurt people, it seems as though she doesn't care much about collateral damage. Will reveal more as the story progresses.

name: Hebenus Cor

alias: An-Nur

power and/or abilities: An-Nur is made of something that is not flesh. It's a deep black sort of shadow-y substance that is hard to look at directly, your eyes want to glance off of it, as if knowing it is wrong. You can touch it and your hand will sink a few centimeters in, it doesn't feel solid, it feels like your hand would continue to sink in forever, but something is blocking you, perhaps your own brain. You can cut it, and push it, but it swirls back together almost immediately, the strands of whatever it is reconnecting with itself. He can change his appearance easily, and prefers to look human. Essentially he can melt into shadows, but can not control them, only the stuff that makes up his own body. No teleportation or shadow control, but he can sink into them to disappear or travel quickly and can manipulate his own body to do what he wants, which gives him a variety of tools to work with. Bright light weakens him significantly, breaking his illusions.

age: 23

gender/pronouns: He’s a void creature? So we’re going with he/they, it’s what he prefers.

sexuality: Pan

appearance: When not maintaining a human look, An-Nur is just a swirling mass of something, it grows and shrinks seemingly at random, and two little pinpricks of light, the color bleeding into the rest, are what makes up his eyes. Amusingly, he likes to stay as a void while still wearing his suit, the vague shapes implying a human form until he snaps into focus. Doesn't have much mass, he weighs about as much as his clothes and maybe a few grams on top of that.
Still, he likes to keep a human form, and it’s 6 '4 " has deep, charcoal black hair that is immaculately styled and trimmed. Each strand is in place and the wind doesn't ruffle it. Short and close-cropped to the face. To no one’s surprise his eyes are as black as his pupils, and the whites of his eyes have no red veins, just pure white. Hebenus is not sickly pale, but just.. Lacking color. They have pigment, but he just seems slightly off. He didn't quite get the way light reflects off skin right, it's hard to put your finger on.
He wears very fancy clothes, a full suit, gloves, sometimes even a high collar or a hat. He doesn’t bother with a mask, since his identity is pretty safely hidden when he can change how he looks.

personality: An-Nur has a great flair for the dramatics, it’s a side effect of consuming all sorts of hero media. He has a set persona that he adopts, of someone quiet and brooding and collected. He acts like he knows everything and nothing will phase him. They love one-liners and dramatic entrances. Under the surface, he’s a really curious kid, and mostly kind of a dork? He’s incredibly intelligent and that gives them all sorts of hobbies and interests and little quirks.

brief background: Hebenus has always been obsessed with the ideas of heroes and villains. People are given great power and how they decide to use it. The fact that people could easily bend others to their will, destroy, or steal, or ruin and they choose to do good, has always profoundly resonated with him. They weren’t born in the traditional sense, but he did have parents. He’s not quite sure how he was created and the people who raised him have never offered an explanation, so he doesn’t ask. Now, Hebenus works a fairly normal job, for an insurance company, where his name is Edward Reed. Being a hero sort of just.. Happened one day, he never made a conscious thought about it, it all felt entirely natural. Like it was what they were meant to do.

(Hmm, here's the hero. I don't know how to feel about him, so any feedback would be appreciated!)

Cleo stretched, smirking to herself. She was so close to completing another heist. This one was more out of curiosity than anything, as she had decided not to steal from another entitled billionaire in favor at taking this interesting little tablet due to the urban legends about it granting the owner some sort of incredible luck. It was in a museum, sure, but that didn't deter Cleo much. The security here was much more lax than she had expected initially, and the laser system surrounding the old tablet was so easy to dismantle. It showed some hieroglyphics, set into the ancient clay, and looked fairly ordinary to Cleo's discerning eye. But there had been enough chatter on the internet that she just had to see for herself. That sort of good luck would be perfect for a thief like her. She brushed back a wisp of hair from her face, trailing it lightly over her ponytail just to check it had stayed in place. She couldn't wait to get home and let out hair, take off her mask, and have some ice cream to celebrate her victory.

But to do that she had to actually take the Egyptian tablet first. She let out a small huff of breath, tapping a gadget on her wrist that emitted a small, but deadly, laser which she used to draw a nearly perfect circle on the glass case with. She had gotten that lovely little wristband from a man who lived in the city, only known as Gearhead to the underbelly of the population, those that Odyssea considered "villains." The label seemed a bit of an oversimplification in Cleo's opinion, putting anyone who did things their own way into one category. If what you did harmed anyone in any way, including those who more than deserved it, you were a villain. It didn't matter that Cleo only set out to hurt those in power, and rarely resorted to physical altercation, she was still a villain in the eyes of the citizens of Odyssea. Although, she did have a small fanbase lately, which she wasn't entirely unhappy about. If people were going to call her a villain and make a deal of it, then she might as well act the part. What could she say? Cleo loved the spotlight.

She had fashioned her "costume" to match this thought. At first it had been more simple, but as her recognition grew in the eyes of the public, she had made it cuter. That way, in the few times that she had been caught in the act–always managing to escape, mind you–she had looked great on camera or to the "hero" who had managed to get their eyes on her before she escaped. Her current outfit consisted of a mask that was the bright red on the card of her namesake (it was what the public had started calling her, and she certainly didn't care to correct them, adopting the moniker), a black skintight bodysuit (might as well show all of the work she put in at the gym), a cropped dark gray jacket (for warmth), thick cream-colored socks (they looked like leg warmers, which were definitely cute), and some dark gray boots with red soles (sooo comfortable). She had also added a cute gray belt with some more gadgets from Gearhead, adding a red heart charm to it as an accent. She loved red, but only used it as an accent color to better blend in with the shadows. Wearing all red would make her much easier to spot.

As the glass in the circle cooled, Cleo simply knocked it in, the alarm that should have blared completely silent. She giggled. God, they were making this so easy. Even the security guards here were subpar. At the very least if this ancient tablet didn't give her luck, it was very little effort she had to put into getting it. And she was certain that would, having a few contingency plans in spite of the easiness of this heist, since recently this annoying "hero" had really been getting in her way. Like it actually mattered if she stole from people who were already filthy rich or just straight up shit bags. Okay, so she stole from museums or public property occasionally, but still. This guy was so annoying.

She stuck her hand in to grab the tablet pulling it out and instantly putting it in her void, where she stored every stolen artifact until the time came to use it or sell it or whatnot. She took out an ace of hearts, this time from a more flashy deck, and set it carefully in the place where the tablet had been only moments before with a chuckle. This was going quite smoothly. Now all she had to do was leave.

(Sorry for the delay, got tied up in some other stuff!)
It was a quiet night. Too quiet.

Or at least that was what Hebenus told himself, often the city had little problems, issues were there, but you had to dig. There were muggings and thefts and petty crimes, and even the occasional super powered villain. That was much more rare, and nights like this he just hid in the shadows, moving along, watching from the walls. Sound was different sunk into the depths and light was reversed. You couldn't see a person standing, you could only see their shadow, leaving the world in an odd flat shape.

It had taken him a long time to adjust, but now he could see just as well in this flat, odd light environment as he could in the light of day. Sound was muffled and echoed, like being underwater, hearing farther but distorted. The night had been slow, he'd stopped an armed mugging, fed a stray cat or two, returned a wallet.

While grateful nothing extreme was happening, they couldn't help but feel a stab of disappointment, or maybe boredom? He'd prepared all of his lines ahead of time and didn't have much opportunity to use them. Maybe tomorrow night, Hebenus didn't need to sleep for the most part. They could sleep, but it didn't refresh him like he'd heard from others, it wasn't necessary. Now more than anything, he was bored, it was too late for most petty crimes and he couldn't exactly track down bigger threats without a lead. Hebenus emerged from a shadowed wall, first a leg forming, dress shoes and pants, snapping into focus, followed by the rest of his body. Watching it was strange, like seeing someone emerge from water, the darkness clinging to his clothes in strands, before sliding off and back into place.

They had to shake off the last few strands holding them in place before he could fully form his features clearly. For a few heartbeats, Hebenus looked fuzzy, before his face and clothes began to take shape, clear definition showing a well dressed man with dark hair. It was always briefly disorienting stepping out into a world that had light and clear sound and temperature, but a second of readjusting was all he needed. Hebenus decided he was going to walk back to his apartment today, though he wasn’t quite sure where he was exactly.

Pulling out his phone, he turned on his GPS, punching in his address and glancing around to see if he recognized any landmarks or street names. It seemed unfamiliar, he’d wandered into this part of town on a whim, looking into a hunch he had about an illegal gambling den. There hadn’t been anything to find yet, but they were optimistic that something might pop up. He frowned at his phone, it was taking an awfully long time to load, the service out here was terrible and his phone was probably older than he was. Hebenus sighed, putting the device in his pocket again, leaving his hands there as he began to stroll down the street. Might as well sight see while he was here.

It was an odd sight, a man in a full suit walking down the street in the middle of the night, but there were few cars and at this point he would hope that at least a few people would recognize him. He’d only been doing vigilante work for.. What? Three years now? How time flies.

He was almost tempted to whistle as he walked, but he had a reputation to uphold, he didn’t know what he’d do if some random person uploaded a video of him doing something stupid online. So they walked carefully, like he was always being watched. Which he might be, honestly. Acting as An-Nur hadn’t made him too many friends in the underbelly of the city. Lifting their head a bit defiantly, Hebenus’ eye caught sight of an interesting building. A museum to be exact. He felt a spark of excitement as he suddenly recognized where he was, this was the museum that had the new exhibits opening up soon! They’d been following the chatter online along with everyone else, he was particularly excited to see the new geological pieces the museum had picked up. The exhibits weren’t yet open to the public but-

Hebenus found themselves on the steps of the building, chewing on the inside of his mouth with indecision. As soon as his ‘teeth’ hit ‘flesh’ it was repaired, but the motion was still cathartic, his father had done it all the time when he was thinking deeply. Breaking and entering was a crime, but he wasn’t there to steal anything.. They wouldn’t even trip any alarms, and only a glance couldn’t hurt anybody, right? Feeling a little bit giddy, the man disappeared from the steps, sinking practically into a puddle from the shadow the building itself cast. It was easier than breathing to slide under the door and into the museum, where he paused, listening to the echoing of the presumably empty building.

The light was so distorted that he couldn’t make out words on signs, but that wouldn’t be a problem, he’d just explore for a bit and then go home. Sliding through the museum, unseen and unknown, Hebenus marveled at how different it all felt at night, like a private collection. His conscience was finally starting to bug him for trespassing when they heard a noise. A faint, echoing fall of a footstep. Who would be here at this time of night? Except him? Intrigued, Hebenus followed the noise, watching from the walls as a dark figure slipped in.

Following the shape a few feet, they watched as the person expertly moved through the rooms, seemingly walking with intense purpose, towards some unknown goal. He was starting to get excited, this was a thief, it had to be! He continued to trail them, finally getting bold enough to just slightly peek his head out of the shadows, blinking his eyes to try to recognize whoever it was. A flash of red hair turned the corner and Hebenus wanted to laugh, he knew them. Ace. His excitement redoubled and he followed closer behind now, watching her disable the security system on some kind of tablet, break the glass with a delightful little contraption, and pocket the goods, just as she was placing her signature calling card, he decided it might be time to make an entrance. God, they had been saving this one for weeks!

“You really are a hard one to track, Ace of Hearts. But don’t you know the walls have ears?” Hebenus slid from the dark, snapping into focus. He seemed almost uninterested, smirking idly and tugging at his gloves. A pale face stood out amidst all the black. Inside he was just high-fiving himself over the cheesy line, it had taken him two hours to come up with that one-

“I think you have something that doesn’t belong to you.”