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Good Day.   I will not accept Emma Watson's or other Hermione's as friends, even if you also use another face as well. I do not write out the twin/doppleganger thing. I see no point in allowing those players on my page.   I roleplay as Hermione Jean Weasley (nee Granger). I am not Emma Watson and I am not an acquaintance of hers. She is the face I use as this fictional character from the novels by JK. Rowliing.  I have roleplayed as Hermione since 2005. I read all the novels and saw every film. I am also a member of Pottermore therefore I know Hermione rather well.   I do not accept brothers or sisters as Hermione was an only child. No cousins or lost lost relatives please.  I do not accept twins or mirrors.  Harry Potter is my best friend. Ronald Weasley is my husband. This will only alter in an AU story I choose to write if I choose to write it.  I dated Viktor Krum but it was short lived.   I roleplay after the Battle of Hogwarts or other historical eras. I do not regurgitate trio era stories. I will not roleplay Hermione as a child and I will not roleplay her in any Alternative Universe unless its one of my own creation. The only alternative ending I will write is that Hermione is with a Harry because I believe its what should have happened however I will only write this scenario with a Harry I deem worthy.  I am part of a league of Potter players. I have no need to join any rpg you may own.   Take heed, I do not-- DO NOT take kindly to people, who destroy JK Rowlings beloved characters by making them highly sexualized and or violent in nature. All of a sudden Hermione is not a serial killer and Harry is not a rapist you sick demented piece of garbage. These characters are part of a beautiful series of CHILDREN'S books Whoever decides to destroy that, I will resign myself to abolishing you from my page as I think you are.... as Petunia Dursley would say " A FREAK."  There is a line between complete trash writing for the sake of trash writing and utilizing one's imagination to give more depth to a character. Know the difference.  I do not roleplay with Twilight, Teen Wolf or Vampire Diaries players ever. So I do not add them.  I have children in the canon world of HP - do not make up relatives in order to play with me. I won't accept that nonsense.  I do write original open roles at times, care to rp one, ask me.  I am a well established LITERATE Novella player. Write accordingly or simple point out that it may not be as long as mine but you will try your best to be at least multi-para.  I am an adult  I just love the Potter World. I have played in the realm since MySpace days.  I am here when I am here, Deal with it in your own way. If you cannot wait because you have no life then delete me. I have a life. Replies come in my time frame, not yours.  I loathe negative people. If your life is in such shambles then get up off your duff & change it. Being on roleplayer.me complaining to everyone is not going to change your reality in any way. Be positive. Get motivated and make a change. I do not want to hear your turmoils, crisis or pessimistic outlook on life. I am upbeat and expect to have upbeat, positive, creative, imaginative people on my page. If you ignore me continually I will say something to you whether you want to hear it or not. As my friend I do not sideline you and I expect the same courtesy in return or the friendship can crumble for all I care. Friendship is a two way street. Remember that always when dealing with me. I will not continually do for you when you do nothing in return.  I will reveal no pertinent real life information, so do not ask me. You may not kill my character. You may not rape my character. You cannot use auto-modding or god-modding with me in play. You may not dictate what I say or do or write in a roleplay.      Example: You are some character in Neverland and say to me in the roleplay that all the creatures in Neverland hate you and outsiders. I enter Neverland but it is my perspective that maybe the creatures are just aloof with Hermione or maybe they are unsure of her. Or maybe she is oblivious to their take on her. You MAY NEVER EVER dictate to me what MY PERSPECTIVE is on the surrounding world!!!! Do not steal from me. You request me, say hello for heavens sake and begin a discussion on a story in messages please. Silence will get you nowhere with me fast. Discussions are to be in messages whereas Roleplay is to be in streams or comments only. Over sexualized players who stream their fetishes and sexual escapades in streams will be removed. No Erotica No BDSM No 50 Shades of Smut. You want to be a homosexual Draco, fine by me just be a damn good homosexual Draco or I won't play with you. I will pick my main connections based on the following: activity, writing skills, eloquent behavior, and compatibility with me as a writer. If you become a main, I look upon you as one of my biggest priorities whilst online. Do not sign these rules, then get your panties in a wad because I have others players & stories & real life to tend to, be upfront, do not be a git & just delete me because of your lack of patience or apparent petty jealousy of others I tend to before you. Do not make a page to speak to me then delete it superfast after wards - you look like a thief and a  complete dilbert. I am rather smart and observant you silly little bear. My layout was made by the site known as Vicarious. I make my own images.You must sign my rules or I will refuse to play with you & subsequently delete your rude carcass. Yes that is right even if play commences and you still refuse to sign rules, I reserve the right to renege my story at anytime without warning. Wonder why I am slow in response? This is probably it!*Do not take something from my blogs, stories & posts to make it a page, only to come at me and request my friendship. It will not happen, it does not appease me, it only annoys me and makes me not want to know anything about you, create something yourself please & I will more likely befriend you*To be clear, I play Hermione with several different Harry's or several different Ronald's and so forth. I want everyone to understand this, if I have a main depicted on my page, that means I find this particular player engrossing enough and worthy enough to become my main whoever.. I will play with more than one of each character, however each story I have will completely differ from the others.   -Example: If I rp a love with one Harry, I will not rp a love with a different Harry. If I rp hatred with one Draco I will rp love with another Draco. I do not like to use the same story-lines with every character. I switch it up a great deal and I do this so I won't get bored, uninspired or feel completely tied down to one particular individual. *Rape and Incest have no place in my writing world nor does horrific violence against innocents like children or mentally unstable people, if you feel the absolutely need to write this to me, I will delete you with no warning. I do NOT find it entertaining in the least. If you do, this is not the place for you for I have not even an inkling of tolerance for it.   -In reality I strive to help those who had suffered these occurrences within their real lives, I think if you actually lived through any of these circumstances---you would not so easily make a mockery of it and/or continue to glorify it.*Do not ask me to make a Discord for chatting purposes, its distracting and a time waster to me. If you cannot message me for story line discussions then we can pass on writing with one another all together.There are also specific characters that I do not wish to write with so they will not be added.  This pertains to any face claims I cannot stand as well. For clarification purposes, I do not post little novelettes in bulletins. Likely I will showcase one sample. It is NOT a drabble I repeat NOT a drabble. Its a sample PERIOD. Drabbles should be less than 100 words by definition, if they are not then it is not a drabble! The whole notion behind a drabble is to see if you as a writer can condense your writing but still convey meaning.I send introductory comments as I can, if this displeases you I would not know this especially when you entire profile and blog is BLANK. I do not want to be bitched at over it, either respond or do not respond. Failure to respond in a reasonable amount of time will result in your dismissal from my page. If I am courteous to you and your rules, do the same for me. This I cannot see your blogs is total rubbish and its not in my character to sign rules is also garbage! You as a WRITER should be courteous enough to a fellow writer. Its also called being a HUMAN BEING! If you tell me you signed rules and did not and we start a rp and I realize it. I reserve the right to remove you at any time. No questions asked.I will never ship Hermione and Draco or Hermione and Snape, those are just too off the wall for me.  I do things out of kindness. I sign rules and make nice HP edits for people. I do this to be friendly and courteous, that is all. Do not read into it.Hermione does have a main love interest that has been in play for an extensive time. Trent is a main connection and that probably will never change. Do not be petty and jealous about it. It is tiresome. He isn't going anywhere, anytime soon. It does not mean that I cannot write with your character. So CHILL.Do not attack my friends. Most likely you will regret it.As it is I have never come across any Weasley -Ron, Hugo, Rose, Molly or Ginny that has written well or been worth my time. If it does not change soon, I may be forced to write the family (Rone, Rose & Hugo specifically) out of my story. This does not mean I do not know canon HP, it means I am sick of having no luck with these characters and to make inspiration flow properly I may need to rid myself of them. It may happen, it may not but know I am not an idiot.Thanks,      Hermione Jean

*Literacy is a big thing with me. The occasional accident is fine, as we are all just human and can't be perfect. However, make it a habit and you're on your way to being deleted.*I prefer para. Don't count on me ever replying to a one-liner unless I am in an amazing mood. If you can keep me entertained with a multi-para, you are on your way to becoming one of my favorite people.  *Do NOT God-mode my character. A very good friend of mine OOC wrote the series he appears in and I know for a fact you haven't read it, so do not ever pretend to know Jakob more than I do.*Do NOT tell me what my character can and can't do, or what he will or won't do. Like I said, you don't have the knowledge to back up anything you try.*I like to RP in the third person. I don't like seeing - or * to clarify actions. I RP as if I'm writing a book. (If we're just getting to know each other, I'll RP first person, but once we're past the greetings and such, I will change it. If you don't go along, I will stop talking to you.)* Jakob and I are not the same person, so don't get mad at me for something Jake says or does  (yes, I am aware I control him, but I play him as he was created).* I do prefer to RP through messages, as it is easier for me, but I'll cooperate if you RP through comments. I don't keep all the comments people send me, only the ones I like. However, if it takes more than a day for me to reply to your comment (and I haven't told you my reply will be delayed) it is likely I didn't hit "send comment" the second time, so remind me and I'll get back to you. But if you're an ass about it, consider our RP over.*I don't deal with idiots. Incest, rape, abuse. If you put up with any of those through your character, I will delete you as a friend. Got it? Yes, Jakob comes from a dark background, but that was not in an RP, that's in the books themselves.*I don't care if our opinions differ on numerous things RL, if you start arguing with me and trying to make me change my mind, I will delete you.*I don't add just to have a high number of friends. Either talk to me or get deleted*If your character can turn into an animal, well that's awesome for you. But do NOT become an animal for any more than ONE reply to me. If your character is still in animal form by the second reply, and doesn't have the ability to talk, I will let you know that  you don't know how to RP properly and that I will be deleting you. Even if they can talk, there better be a damn good reason as to why they're still an animal.*If you are RPing as a character from a TV show, book, or movie and I see that you have completely changed their character (turned them bi, lesbian, or gay) I will not  RP with you; you have to be pretty damn special for me to actually do so. For example. if you are a Twilight RPer and have changed who they are dating (aka instead of Alice with Jasper, she's now with Emmett or someone and so on), I will also not RP with you.* If you see these lovely marks //, that means I am talking OOC. So, when you don't see them, that means it's Jakob talking. Please don't be that person who thinks creator and character are one in the same and get pissy RL over something Jake did.*The name is Jakob. Not Jacob and not Jake unless you are one of his best friends. But how about you wait for me to tell you that you are before just assuming the two characters are close.*I do work RL from 5am-1pm, Arizona time (look it up if you want to know our time difference). I don't reply while at work. I may open messages and read them so I can think through how I'd like to respond when I get home, but you will not get a reply until after 1pm (or, if I have enough time before work, you might get one before 5am). *I can not be here ALL the time, so just be patient with me and I will return the favor when you need it.Please sign below with the following:*The year you started RPing*Favorite band*Any place in the world you would like to visit*A picture or gif (or, if you're mobile and/or have a temperamental computer, please tell me your favorite Harry Potter spell)*subject to change without notice*

I DISLIKE PUSHY PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Christmas was only a couple of weeks away.  Busy shoppers swarmed the streets, frantically searching for the perfect gift for everyone they knew.  The radio and television played nothing but holiday jingles, and parents fought with schools over politically correct newsletters. It was the Christmas season, but how dare they refer to it as anything but the holidays? That offended them, after all.  For some people, Christmas was a time to relax, to snuggle up by the fire with a steaming mug of cocoa in one hand and a peppermint stir-stick in the other.  For others, it was time to do all of that, but with their work laptop in their laps.  Thus was the case for Whitney Collins, who had seriously debated buying a bed for her office. The blonde sat in her favorite arm chair, legs swung over the cushy arm, eyes focused on the scene outside her enormous window. Her office section of the apartment was deliberately situated in a way that allowed her to stare out the window for hours on end.  The sight usually included bustling shoppers and the occasional parallel parking disaster.  But this morning was greeted with something new. The lush snow outside had fallen for two straight days, blanketing the city in a flurry of snowflakes and blinding whiteness.  It was, in a word, beautiful.  But Whitney was distracted from her adoration by a sudden yip at her feet. Her puppy, Cocoa, jumped into her lap, tail wagging, ears pricked. "What's the matter, princess?" Whitney cooed.  Then she remembered.  Cocoa hadn't had her treat yet.As if sensing her thoughts, the puppy glanced towards the cookies and milk on the table beside the chair.  Whitney giggled. "Well, who wants a yucky biscuit when you can have a chocolate cookie?" she asked, breaking a cookie into tiny pieces and holding one to her puppy's lips. She slid another piece into her own mouth, allowing the chocolate to dissolve on her tongue. Cocoa finished her piece quickly, panting heavily and begging for another. "Okay, one more, Piglet," Whitney allowed, offering her one more piece.  She scratched the puppy between her ears, smiling. "Maybe Santa Claus will bring you some new treats, honey. I agree. Those biscuits from that new puppy store look quite disgusting."They were interrupted by a buzz from her callbox.  Whitney gently set Cocoa on the floor, petting her for a moment before closing her laptop and responding to the call with instructions for the visitor to be allowed up. Pausing to inspect her reflection in the closest mirror, Whitney adjusted her black sweater dress and matching thigh-high boots, pulling her long blonde curls over each shoulder. She knew she was hot; it wasn't arrogance if it was true.  A knock on the door made her jump. Whitney walked over to it, glancing up at the mistletoe hung above the door frame. A wry smile tugged at her lips. She had put it there as a joke with herself, but maybe she would actually enjoy a kiss under there. When she saw the handsome man on the other side of her door, her guest for the night, Whitney decided that maybe was out of the question. She would get more than a kiss under that mistletoe. 

STARTERS:RIDDLE ME THISREPLIES:WIND UP BARDTIRELESSMONAH DOVAH

(ooc: I wish to first off thank, ☢Doc ℬanner☢, ✗betty, and ℬerserker ℛage� (who was roleplaying Viper at the time), for the inspiration to set things in motion for me. I'm referring to the wedding between Bruce and Betty when Hydra attacked. Second, this is the first short story for my character, which will propel my own character arc, and won't affect any roleplays. However, if you wish to incorporate it into our roleplays, then let me know and we'll do so. I will be doing a few short stories for this, but I still don't mind roleplaying with you all. Anyway, if you have any questions, comments, shoot me a message. Enjoy.)PowerlessHydra, finally having the forces, finally attacked. Even though they were thwarted by Captain America and Black Widow, they wanted to take out the Avengers once and for all. Outside of New York City was the battleground and it seemed like the odds weren't in the Avengers' favor. However, they didn't give up, they kept fighting. Fighting alongside the Avengers was the newly rebuilt S.H.I.E.L.D. with Phil Coulson as the Director. A brown haired, brown eyed young man was fighting alongside them as well. The young man was targeted by Hydra as he had the potential power to take them down, and they wanted to eliminate him as soon as possible. His name, Christopher Douglas Steele.One of Hydra's leaders was Shingen Harada II, also known as the current Silver Samurai. Shingen, or Shin, as he preferred to be called, was tasked to kill Chris Steele. He and Chris had fought several times, with Chris always defeating him and calling him a "wannabe samurai". This irritated Shin and he vowed to kill Chris once and for all. The two were currently locked in battle as Hydra's forces surrounded the other Avengers, their swords clashing, blocking and attacking. It seemed that they're evenly matched, but Shin had other plans."Is that the best you have Shin?" Chris asked as their swords clashed once more. "Because if it is, you're just a wannabe samurai. Your father would be ashamed of you," he said, mocking the illegitimate son of the original Silver Samurai, Kenuichio Harada."Shut up! I will kill you!" Shin yelled, frustrated that he was losing."Then do it," Chris said, not knowing that Shin was actually going to do it.In a split second, a second energy sword appeared from the Silver Samurai armor, and pierced Chris's gut. Shin had did it, pulled a near-fatal blow against the young man. Suddenly coughing up blood, Chris stumbled back, letting go of his own sword and falling down onto the ground. Normally he would have healed, but the energy sword was still in him, preventing him from healing. Coughing up blood still, he looked up, seeing Shin standing over his body, his own sword in his enemy's hand. "And now you'll die by your own sword. Goodbye!" Shin exclaimed as the last thing he remembered before his eyes closed.(Flashback)After finally dealing with his inner demon, or his inner hollow, Chris's power greatly increased. However, he still faced opponents who were stronger than him. After being nearly killed several times, he decided to meditate, in hopes to find his own strength."So Chris, we're finally speaking. You seem to be using my power quite a bit. Does that mean you're not powerful on your own, that you need my power just to win against your enemies?" A voice echoed from Chris's subconscious."I don't need your power, hollow. I can become stronger on my own, without your help," Chris growled, having a feeling that his hollow was right, that he needed his power to become stronger. He needed the power to protect the people that he cares for and loves."Yeah right," the voice echoed with a small laugh. "You need my power. Tell you what, let's make a deal. All you have to do is get rid of your other powers and only accept mine. You also have to accept death," the voice said to Chris. "So, is it a deal?"(End Flashback)Strength. He didn't have it then and he didn't have it now. He needed it now more than ever. If he didn't have it, then he would die, and so would his friends, his family, the people that he cared about. He thought about Skye, his new girlfriend. He needed strength in order to protect her, to protect them all."So Chris, do we have a deal then?" The voice echoed from Chris's subconscious. "Remember, if you do this, you'll be willing to give up all of your other powers and only accept mine. You'll also accept death," the voice told him.He had no other choice. If it meant saving the people he cared about, then he was going to do it. "Deal."The voice seemed to give the sound of a smirk. "A deal's a deal. Here's my power!" The voice exclaimed.Just then, a bright light surrounded Chris's body and energy seemed to explode from him, knocking Shin, and several other Hydra soldiers back.----------------------------------After a few moments, the light began to fade and Chris stood there, apparently alive and well. However, instead of wearing his normal clothes, he was wearing a tattered, white Shihakushō (Garment of Dead Souls), and a black undergarment underneath. In addition to his new attire, Chris's left hand was engulfed with green energy of sorts (either mystical or cosmic), that took the form of blade extruding from the hand. With Shin and the Hydra agents temporarily knocked unconscious, the young man turned and disappeared.(Color scheme slightly changed, with white and black being the prominent colors.)Moving at high speeds, almost as fast as the mutant, Quicksilver, Chris appeared before Clint Barton and Natasha Romanoff, who were trying to fight off Hydra soldiers. Without a word, he swung his left arm, sending out an energy wave, knocking out the soldiers. The two Avengers were confused at what just happened. Before they could say anything, he took off once more.Reappearing next to Thor, the two of them attacked simultaneously, with Chris's energy wave and Thor shooting the soldiers with his lightning. Once they were done, Thor turned to young man. "I do not know what has happened to you, Christopher Steele, but you have my thanks," the God of Thunder said. Chris just nodded before taking off once more.Reappearing up in the air this time, near where Tony Stark, also known as Iron Man, was busy attempting to take out Hydra aircraft, Chris let out another energy wave from his left hand, destroying many, but not all of the aircraft, as Tony was finishing them off. "Don't know what's going on, but thanks kid," the billionaire said through his armor. Tony wasn't one for saying thanks a whole lot, but the young man didn't mind this time. Giving Tony a silent nod, he disappeared once more.It didn't take him long to reach Steve Rogers, also known as Captain America. The man out of time was doing well against Hydra, as he had fought them before. However, it seemed that Cap was about to ambushed from behind. Luckily, the young man arrived just in time, slicing them with his energy blade. Steve was surprised to see Chris like this, but was grateful that he had been saved. "Thanks Chris," Steve said, before the young man took off to help out the Hulk.Luckily for Chris, the Hulk, or in his human form, Dr. Robert "Bruce" Banner, was handling the Hydra soldiers with ease. By the time the young man arrived, most of the soldiers that were attacking, were either knocked out or had taken off due to their fear. He was about to leave and take on Hydra's leader, when the Hulk, still enraged, threw a punch at him. Reaching up with his right hand, Chris simply caught it and held onto the Hulk until he calmed down enough not to take another swing at him.Once the Hulk had calmed down enough, Chris let go of his hand. "Hulk thank Steele Man," the Hulk said as the other Avengers gathered around."Hydra's retreating, for now," Tony said, landing his armor on the ground next to Hulk. "If you hadn't helped out back there, then things would've gone badly. Is there anything we can do to repay you?" Tony asked, looking at Chris.Hearing that the threat was now gone, and he had saved his friends, Chris was relieved. When Tony asked if they was anything they could do for him, he nodded his head. "Yeah, you can save me," the young man said, as he suddenly fell forward, unconscious. His clothes and the energy had dissipated from his body. Hulk quickly grabbed his body. The Avengers were surprised and confused at what had happened. For now, it looks like it was their turn to save him.----------------------------------EpilogueIt had been a few days since the attack on the Avengers. S.H.I.E.L.D. had slipped back into the shadows for the time being, after observing everything that had happened. Chris on the other hand, was in a hospital room in Stark Tower. He was alive, but in a coma. Both Bruce and Tony had been working around the clock on trying to figure out what exactly had happened to him. After not getting anywhere, they called in Dr. Hank McCoy, an authoritative figure on the X-Gene, and an X-Men himself, as Chris was a mutant, Dr. McCoy was the best person to figure out this mystery."I'm not entirely sure how to explain it," Dr. McCoy said, as he, Tony, and Bruce were in Chris's room. "It seems that his X-Gene has been altered, almost being destroyed," the blue furred beast said, examining the scans through his glasses."Does that mean his powers are gone?" Bruce asked curiously, examining the scans as well."Yes. It seems that they're gone for good," Dr. McCoy answered. "Unfortunately, I don't believe there's a way to reverse the process either," he told the two."Yeah, I figured I was going to lose my powers," Chris said as he slowly sat up in bed. "After all, I did make a deal with the devil so to speak," the young man said as the others listened to him speak. "It was the price I had to pay in order to protect my friends," he said, looking down for a moment."Don't worry Chris, we'll help you get through this," Bruce said, placing a reassuring hand on the young man's shoulder."Thanks Bruce, but I'm going to have to get used to being normal," Chris said, looking up at the three of them. Normal.----------------------------------A few weeks had passed and after being medically cleared to leave, Chris returned home to get used to a normal life. One morning, after making himself some coffee and about to watch the morning news, there was a knock on his door. Wondering who would come to see him, with the exception of Skye, the young man went over and opened up the door. He was surprised to see who was on the other side. "Steven?" Chris asked, completely surprised to see the man there."Hey there brother," Steven said, looking at Chris. "I heard about what happened, with you losing your powers and all," he said. "I think I can help you get them back. That is, if you're willing to let me help you."

The holiday season had arrived.  People everywhere were bombarded with holiday music, special sales, and annoying advertisements in all forms.  For Whitney Collins, the holidays were incredibly busy. Her workload had doubled, in and out of the office.  The company was working on a special line of holiday clothing and handbags, but Whitney, feeling especially prickly, was unsatisfied, no matter how many designs crossed her desk.  Today was no different.  The blonde examined the sketchbook in front of her, flipping through it silently.  Finally, she handed it to her assistant with a shake of her head.  "The coat on page three is the only suitable option. I don't much care for the fur-lined collar, and the color needs to be tweaked to better suit a Winter theme.  I suggest a frosty blue. Please deliver my comments to the designers. Then, you may go home. Thank you."Once she was alone, Whitney sighed, clicking her pen closed and standing up from her desk. She walked over to the window, peering down at the street below. The people looked like bustling ants, already rushing around for the festivities.  Then again, it was three days before Christmas. The procrastinators flooded every store in search of the best deals, the cheapest gifts.  Whitney would be spending the holidays as she always did: with a steaming mug of hot chocolate, her puppy on her lap, watching the Christmas parade on television.  At least, that was what she had decided, up until a few weeks before.  Now, she had chosen to throw a party, with her closest friends and their families in attendance.  Nothing spelled happy holidays like a party that cost a few hundred thousand dollars.Whitney turned away from the window, drawing the blinds.  An hour later, she left the office, returning to her apartment.  Cocoa greeted her at the door with an excited yip.  Whitney scratched her behind the ears.  "Look what Mommy got for you," the blonde murmured, retrieving a giant bone from her purse. It was twice the size of the puppy, and would take her days to finish. Cocoa's eyes widened, and she wagged her tail excitedly.  Somehow, she managed to drag it a few feet, and laid in front of the fireplace, gnawing away happily. Whitney smiled.  At least someone was enjoying themselves.  She poured herself a cup of iced tea, and walked into the bathroom. Drawing the bath water to the hottest temperature she could stand, Whitney stripped, folding her clothes neatly. As she placed them in a dry cleaning basket, the blonde's gaze fell upon her reflection. Her slightly swollen stomach stared back at her, reminding her that she was not alone this year.  Whitney sighed softly, slipping into the water.The next couple of days flew by in a flurry of designing and marketing.  By the time Christmas Eve arrived, Whitney was beyond excited for her party.  She dressed in a scarlet and gold gown, allowing her hair to fall naturally around her shoulders.  By the time she was dressed and finished rushing around to adjust the final refreshments and prepare every last minute detail, Whitney was ready to begin.  By eight that night, her apartment was flooded with guests.  Whitney smiled. This year would be different.  This year, her holidays were going to be about something other than work. And as her gaze caught the eye of a handsome stranger across the room, she had a feeling she knew where her new beginning would start. The holidays had begun.

42. Olympus Displays Roars. In another order this place were Gods Ruled on each Era and their system design of believe, The Empress Nightwolfe Goddess of the Occult signified to us in Olympus the presentation of the Future while rituals was perform in the forest just bellow as in the above. The gate of Heaven had open, the guards by which the entrance was obtained into this ethereal life, have Herald the music of such profetic waters come, from the sisterhood of Androia, the River Styx? I was not there really as she appeared to see the Gods and asked the God of Gods with all her enraging sorrows. Before the expectative view of all the present my seating inside the Garden of Venus continued and then the way which leads my hand this brushing hair out there from one side of my neck onto the other, for that into that which is beyond my hands, is the secret known to the High Priestess too have patience and moderation to procure the beauty out the beasts of this world.-"It is a matter of time, Clio."  It was communicated by her to the elect of the muses. As I have continued to temperate my head by the falling hand who entangles down my thoughts and silence science reflections to Zeus, Jupiter and any man or woman who got that hight. Most old attributions of the Gods its an identification with the Word, Divine Nature, the Triad, and so forth, calling for New Gods, or to keep up the fight for the strongest to not be forgotten, find balance but more and more the atraction to unite extreams, such polarities tend to reject each other and betrayed them selfs from all the corners of Olympus. _"And during this time, Clio our Muse of History you who records the marks of those passing pages, to that stops and changes, for wahtsoever is important to remember, to that every one seaks fame, immortal actions to be glorified, go to the Hall of Gods and hold the Lions by their heart and Inspired them to roar for Jupiter who nears his way. If Zeus does not come first. Who cares? now days all Kings tend to speak at the same time with out making the sounds of a God who Rules Justly for all have already them space and glory." This Garden of Venus and friends fertilized fruits and animals from all tropics, creating a new fragant cup of tee, too. My hands warmed bellow it, inspiring me fresh aromas, some times wear and diverce such as those who entered this gates. Tendencies that Hermes had emerged, my family never sufferred from sexual odors as such down town, but, not quiet offended we welcomed them some times just for the virtue to vent out, whats up. The swans picked them white feathers cleansing daily with fine loyalty and proud wile passing by the nearness of this lake. It was peculiar that in fracments of time, Zeus too would tell me secrets of the universe in one glimpse and have me there to remind him those events as the birds passed floating. Menelope closely braided my hair from abobe to each of the sides down in a bow back, to emulate my wilderness dream not appear for free. She guarded with meditation a docile fingers mingling touch for those who make love timelessly in mind and heart. She has seduced me along the invisible dancing creation and her suspictions id watch to be careful._"Alas, have I not, a Hera of the North who wish not to share this garden with? I have pronunce my jurisdiction to remain in the South turning even the grass of Hell blue, have not she conquer yet the North with a mare rain at least, Clio? Her magic is quiet drastic to first grade. For not even Zeus, strikes his Thunder in her fate. But if she danced with the muses and the warrior woman, would not she need to remind every one that she wants if directs clearly to me at once as Im honestly in the light? How boring of hers and mine to have not escape the fears to loose the game as a sisters play." This enlighten village was a paradise till Ares started to teach Athena how to fight with her hands, there they was in his Arena. Divorced from the reality they war for. From afar the dust of a battles  progressed to move the children away, they came to me latter with their flying wings and asked me to help them. And I told them with a secret ordered voice._"You, and you, and you, yes you too and you seat down now, I'm going to tell you a little story between us, a story that has happen long, long time ago far pass in the future and if you wait, and play and respect your free will openly, everything they fight for may come shorter... Do You see?"All my Baby Angels had smiled and affirmed, playing was candy to kinds,  but who will listen in a world of liars who seek selfish needs. They seem lost and hopeless to not understand the story that was going to happen as I waited them first order to wait, they open their eyes and exited for the generous attention started to look with me the way of the story path were I continued._"Once uppon a time when my Titan fathers ruled, Athena was named Nike and that fellow you see fighting with her, Ares was called Vita. Im telling you baby angels because I  was birth before them. But they have changed and that broad them here during that time confusion has being miss spell into a battle field, have misunderstood and long broken what broad them here to be with my husband and me, Hera." I knew The Medallion was in danger could not frigten the angels, but the Challenges of the warrior woman of Androia would rejuvenetate with the first rays of light into their rituals. As an Apocalyptical disaster they showed us the oracle of the matriarchal and patriarchal deaths._"Vita and Nike are happy, they are down on heart feeding them selfs with the adventures and misadventures and vital victories they fight for toguether to protect The Medallion and the House of all the Warrior Woman our Goddess Nighwolf Empowers among the Galaxis of this Universe before every birth and after death we all see the Goddess of the Darkness and the more we fall in love with her and trust her, the more immortal and wider we empire with her Emperor of Atlantean memories."In this is way Athena and Ares keep on fighting, their are about to touch mortality if continue, and Athena wants to win teaching him how her theories work before impulse, but he is too fast and brakes her through. "Let them own, so Eris of Discord, keeps off! They may still have something to share for." I could not separete them from the Illusion of have them living in a kindergarden, "Come forward with me my angels of Eden, come, yet again, come and see them come as we see the present future arrive."  Now, as stately figure, I seated with those final preparations for the show to begun, having rich vestments and royal aspect, as of a daughter and mother of heaven and earth and having place a diadem of twelve stars, gathered in a cluster of white golden, and diamonds glowed the aura to hold my head. The scepter which have bear is surmounted by the globe of this world. I'm the inferior Garden of Eden, the Earthly Paradise, all that is Heavenly by the visible house of man. I'm the fruitful mother of thousands. As the woman clothed with the sun, as Gloria Mundi and the veil of the Sanctum Sanctorum. I am, I may add, the soul wife that has attained wings and loves too his Sky. Redishing my lips with pomegranate juice was ready to move on. Have hold the skirts of this dress, and stood up for it was quiet long and Muse Thalia wished me the grace of her divine comedy to not fall, and teather my legs around as Id walk in the dance floor. The birds singed songs of love and peace, and I have wished for Ares and Athena to Die Basically and continued going with my angels towards the Hall, saluting the Great Gods and braking through before Zeus, Jupiter comes, Shiva with his own Krishna blue skins, the Chinease God of Nothingness and just those I'm not very cultured about. A radiant beauty to rival religions and believes floated as I have appeared before them eyes, a Woman, Queen and a Goddess of Bonds, have stop bowing to each and one as onto Parvati and Thara, this shamelessly beauty grating their creative psyches blessings with the excstasis in them visual eye, who as me, did not hidde to see.    And as the Warrior Woman who Is River of Darkness, and works for the Empress Goddess Nightwolfe "Raise up, Styx, Stand for your Divine Rage, shall not pass no more frustrated, and be Named Free Will. From now on and the Universal Law have written with Clio's hand craft and ink that I Hera, Juno and for Marie's, in this Day 11-22 Free Will, will be The Binding Oath who waters progress and higest Promise, to let one an other.""Now bring the Olympian Warriors and Angels for battle for that Jupiter speaks." Clio, with devoted ritual posed the written manuscript on the Altar, the Fire of Eternity burded blue flames from the distant Hall, causing strikes of shadows who strengthen the glamour the Olympic flame, that magnified the free energy to blow our minds away and at this Clio, walked to the Lions Roar holding thier hearts with her invisible hand, one my one massaged them as they showed off their joyous and fearless Roarings.  Have bowed to Clio, along the Grances and Muses with the three Faiths and seated in the southern ring of the circle of The Primal Gods. _"My Angels, go and play in the gardens hood and tell me now they do?" Had wispered to my back wishing for them they get this light.

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Thanksgiving was the season of gratitude, the one day a year that forced people everywhere to consider the true benefits in their lives.  Families gathered from far and near to enjoy heaping plate after plate of dozens of foods. But for one New York beauty, Thanksgiving only reminded her of what she didn't have.  Whitney pulled out of her thoughts in time to witness a near collision between two cabs and a bike rider.  She closed her curtains, retreating into her penthouse and sitting on the edge of her bed. "Cocoa," she called.  "Here, girl."  The little puppy barreled into the room within seconds, jumping onto the bed and into Whitney's lap."Hi, sweetie," the blonde murmured, scratching between the puppy's ears.  She willed herself not to look at the clock, but her gaze traveled in that direction anyway.  It was just after two.  The sun was high in the sky, the chill of the early afternoon only barely masking the humidity from the week-long rainstorm.  Whitney was filled with a pang of sadness as she realized that families would be gathering while their feasts cooked, making pointless small talk and enjoying their surplus.  Whitney's own family was gone, her parents lost to a terrible car accident and no siblings to speak of. With no time for a relationship, Whitney had chosen to remain single.  She was utterly alone.She picked up the room service menu, contemplating her dinner, but then decided this year wouldn't be her usual Netflix movie marathon and turkey from the hotel kitchen.  No. She was going to have a good time for once.  She finished petting Cocoa and set her gently on the floor, walking into the bathroom. After a twenty minute shower under near scalding water, Whitney towel dried her hair, allowing her long blonde curls to fall around her shoulders.  Applying her makeup lightly, she dressed in a simple maroon halter dress and tan stiletto boots that covered her knees.  She instructed her driver to pick her up immediately, and left the apartment with a surprising sense of anticipation.  She was beautiful and successful, and she was going to enjoy her night.An hour later, Whitney was sitting at her usual table in the back of her favorite club.  She looked up just in time to notice a handsome stranger eyeballing her from a few feet away. Whitney downed the rest of her drink and set the glass on the table, striding over to the newcomer, who she had never seen in the club before. They quickly struck up a conversation, immediately realizing that they shared many common interests.  After a few more drinks, Whitney smiled at the handsome stranger across the table from her. He was clearly divorced, according to the tan line on his ring finger.  Maybe she could have some fun after all.  And then, before she knew it, the beautiful blonde was spending her Thanksgiving in bed with a stranger.

Date: 11-13-2014 2:00:24 (Marius) The four simply stood there with little to no reaction at her creations. In fact, the only slightest reaction came from Serius as he stood just a bit straight and crossed his arms. The molten lava that coursed through his veins began to glow just a bit more wild than before giving his body almost the aura of fire itself. Still, no speech was spoken, and eyes did not leave her. It wasn't until someone walked up from the steps that the sons' heads turned, yet Lela's eyes remained on Chrys. Those eyes of hers, thought to see into the souls of many, their deep violet color rooted in its own evil, but filled with an honor that matched even their father's. Serius spoke first at the new comer "It seems, Reckoning, that you wouldn't be far if father had found a new lover. He always has you watching from a distance ensuring her safety, and in this place it is guaranteed that you are not far." His voice, raspy, almost like his throat could have once spat fire from it. You could hear a subtlety in it that could be found to be intoxicating to a few. Returning his eyes to Chrys "I hope my assumption was correct, mi'lady, that you are indeed the new lover of our father?" Before an answer could even come into the air Sebastian spoke up his one red eye flaring "Of course it is his new lover you idiot, his scent is all over her." The Reckoning, the highest soldier in Marius's arsenal, was deadly and extremely smart. Grown from the DNA of several beings, one would call her a chimera; others would call her the personification of Death itself when she battled. She stood there wanting to react to their comments, but only averted her eyes and looked to the ground. Her hair, mask, and clothes began to shift from different dark colors that was synonymous with her indecision. Her tale-tell sign being revealed to all, and Sebastian mocked her by laughing and pointing at her. "Dear old Reckoning, wanting so badly to strike us down, yet cannot for you know the consequences of such an action. You know better than most you do not match us, but go ahead and keep dreaming." His laughter barked into the air as he wiped his own tears of joy from his eyes. Walking forward Sebastian lounged into one of the benches that was provided by Chrys. He sat there with one leg thrown over the arm of it and began playing with his nails as if bored with the current situation. Serius followed suit, and so did Draven as they all sat returning their eyes to her leaving the soldier to remain standing embarrassed.  At that moment Draven spoke, whose voice was deep, and had a rumble that could command armies "I see you were gifted with the bloodstone, which means Father sees a future with you. He is entitled to finding shade for his heart as any other, but to finally choose an immortal is a change. I don't know if I should be proud or concerned. The old man could finally be sick." He sat back looking deeply at her, judging her, weighing her. He knew without a shadow of a doubt she could be and would be a strong pairing, but he wondered how far she would go for him. Lela growled deeply "What are you? Why you? Doesn't it disturb any of you that she is chosen now?" The brothers looked at their sister with slight reservation. The clarity of their feelings towards her became apparent upon their faces as she eyed them all, and she knew. They never liked her, they wished she didn't exist, but they stomached her presence because she commanded the most power. Perhaps it was the power they wished gone, and the only one to remove it currently existed somewhere else. Still Lela didn't care, and she spoke firmly "You shouldn't be here; this is not your realm. So what if he gave you the gift of power here, you should not be here." Again she growled, but none reacted except for Sebastian sighing deeply "Over reacting as usual. One of these days she will pull that permanent stick in her ass out.  Pay her no mind whoever you are; she is harmless till she pulls that whole gravity power thing." Just then Lela stood next Sebastian jamming a knife into his hand. Sebastian let out a yelp, but the look she gave him showed that if he screamed anymore the pain would not end. "Lean your place Sebastian. You are the bastard of the family, and we accepted you even though," eyeing the other three, "You all allied to hate me equally. I am his first born, his heir to the mountain kingdom, and I shall not allow disrespect in my presence. Do I make myself abundantly clear?" Removing the blade from Sebastian's hand they all nodded their heads equally before she sat down. Turning her gaze back to Chrys "Tell us, why you?"Date: 11-10-2014 12:43:27 (Chrys) Chrysariel gazed back at Marius' eldest children with equanimity. Though she was not a deity herself, she had met a number of them in her life, and knew several quite well. She was even good friends with more than a few. Threagor dined at her table on a regular basis. Some of them, however, were not exactly well mannered to say the least. Ares was famous for a few of his offspring that were known for trouble, for example. But what would you expect from the God of War? Someone had said that the difference between men and boys (or adults and children so as not to be sexist) was the price of their toys. So true in some cases. In this instance it was the degree of power.   Nevertheless, one could never show weakness or doubt before any, and especially not those of Marius' bloodline for they were all predators. That was fine, for she was a predator too - though a different kind altogether and she had justified pride in herself, her abilities, her knowledge, and her accomplishments. She was no pushover, certainly, though she did know she was outmatched here, and she was glad for her impenetrable mind shield nonetheless. It was hard enough to hold onto her stoicism while Marius was in the black pool without his children here and with them brought a new level of anxiety. The depth of evil she saw in Lela's beautiful violet eyes gave her pause, though she did not show it. The malevolence she expected; but the honor was a surprise. I wonder if the young Goddess might be incredibly lonely behind all that. Something told Chrys she was right. She would kill me if she knew I thought so. But it isn't pity at all - just logic. I was very similar once upon a time, and I wish that she find the same love that Marius and I share someday, and be happy. When The Reckoning walked up Chrys was nearly shocked out of her composure by Sebastian's rudeness. Serius had made a statement before, but he wasn't truly discourteous. Seeing her so obviously embarrassed and realizing that this wasn't the first time, Chrys sent Sebastian a glacier cold look frosted with the depth of the Abyss and walked over to The Reckoning. She nodded respect without averting her eyes, and smiled. "Hello! Please come join me over here. It's nice to see you again Reckoning." When they were seated, she answered Draven. "It is time I too love an Immortal. To watch someone you love die is always horrible, but when it is of old age the price is too high and the grief too great." She sighed. "I would not trade the experience for anything, even knowing the outcome, but it is a relief that that particular misery will not happen with Marius. If it is my choice, you should be proud not concerned."  She grinned. When Lela growled at her, Chrys raised one eyebrow, a habitual response of surprise and/or disapproval, at her outburst. Then with studied grace and poise, Chrys answered. "What am I? I am many things. Why me? Why not me? We are supremely suited to and for one another; we are very much alike, and we love each other intensely. What else matters? Why does the timing bother you? It was actually perfect for each of us. I believe we met through a nexus of Fate and though She and I have been at great odds before, I am grateful for that particular crossing in Her web!" Chrys' smile turned to annoyance. "Of course I should be here. I live here in his castle just like he lives with me in mine." Then with the strength of her will, she held Lela's gaze for a moment then two. Softly she continued. "You don't know enough about me to assume anything. However, in this case you are right. This is not my natural Realm. I have visited in the past - centuries before I met your father - and I alone of our group survived. But today in the present it is my home, at least part time." Her ire rose from the next comment. She sat and fumed behind her calm mask and actually agreed with Sebastian, who did relieve some of the tension with his remark about the stick up Lela's ass. It was the sort of thing one of her own sons would say to one of her own daughters, or vice versa. The difference was her children would have sparred with words, lobbing insults back and forth, and then laughed it off. But when Lela stabbed him, it was just too much. In spite of herself, Chrys lost some of her composure. She nearly spit the words. "So what if he gave me the gift of power here? SO WHAT? Really, that's your argument? As if it means nothing? Marius gave me the ability to travel back and forth and protection here because he wanted to. Obviously!" Chrys stood up and went to the end of her bench, staring out over that primordial pool.  That hateful black water that swallowed up her beloved Marius with no sign of returning him to her. Crossing her arms in front of herself she fought for calm and attained it. Softly she spoke again. "He wanted to share his home with his mate, his love. Just as I did." She looked back over her shoulder but at no one in particular. "Can you not accept that?" As she turned away she continued, but even softer. "It was so amazing seeing his clothes in the closets at my castle. And even more so when he copied mine here. He had the most incredible smile and his gorgeous eyes sparkled when he added a few things and I found them...that's when I knew this was truly real. Stupid I guess. But I'll never forget it." Chrys was silent for a moment, then two... her eyes searching the oily darkness for a ripple, any sign no matter how small that he was coming back. Finally she spoke once more. "My beloved, the sexiest man I have ever known, my incredible Marius...when are you going to come out of that damned forsaken black water?" She spun around, looking at the others. "Do any of you know? Please tell me."

-Post-Bleeding Edge A suit that represented a paradigm shift in armor construction was the Bleeding Edge armor, which was a morphing liquid smart metal that was integrated directly into Tony Stark's biology.  The major drawback of this suit, however, was that it traded performance for flexibility with it's liquid design.  Next Tony went in the opposite direction, building a black and gold suit built entirely from solid parts again, which focused on performance.  It was highly modular, and could hot-swap new components to change mission specs, but was committed to a design once in the field.   A mix of this was the Bleeding Edge Hyrbid armor - a solid skeletal base (containing structure and essential systems) skinned with a reservoir of morphing liquid.  This allowed for several component pieces with a high degree of flexibility and independence, but performance on the crucial base systems.  (Implementation and suit-up was very similar to the MCU Mark 42 & Mark 43.) -Space Explorers!  https://www.roleplayer.me/view_forum_topic.php?topic_id=22308&group_id=4310 After developing a new Space Armor Mk III with a built in warp drive, as well as an accompanying armory shuttle, Stark set out into the alien cosmos on a series of adventures.  One such adventure began with Tony and his head of security, James Bond, winning a vast swath of formerly-Skrull territory in a card game on Zeltros.  Elated, the two split up to begin exploring their new territory.   THIS STORY IS STILL ONGOING!  Come join the fun! Do not let the length intimidate you.  Space Explorers works like a long never ending story, where we occasionally pause and skip forward in time and just keep going.  Only the recent stuff matters, if at all.   -Troy https://www.roleplayer.me/view_group.php?group_id=10716 In the comics, Tony Stark returned from space with new ideas, and promptly began putting them to the test.  He purchased the remains of Mandarin City, the island city-state of his deceased nemesis, located off the coast of China, and began to rebuild the city with futuristic technology and social ideas.  It was renamed "Troy"  In a nutshell, Troy infrastructure was focused on decentralization and modularity: for each property to be self-sufficient but also interconnected with its neighbor, sharing excess resources with each other via self-growing/self-configuring cables.  Like a slime-mold.   -Darksaber https://www.roleplayer.me/view_forum_topic.php?topic_id=24910&group_id=10553 At one point, Kalu the Hutt sought out and captured Tony Stark, wanting him to help create a large Hutt-funded super weapon, the Darksaber.  Essentially, it was only the cannon of a Death Star and the bare minimum crew housing, bare bones gun in space.  This effort was foiled when several heroes intervened and Tony Stark escaped, using components in his lab to build a new Mark 0 suit out of X-Wing components.  He and friends found the Naboo Royal Yacht in the hanger, a collector's item, and fled with it.  Tony kept this as his personal luxury ship for a while. -Olive! https://www.roleplayer.me/790864 Somewhere around now, Tony adopted a saw whet owl named Olive, who continues to be f'ing adorable.  She hunts the mice at Stark Tower to near extinction, although her favorite treat by far are the olives from Tony's martini glass, which lead to her name.  -Superior Iron Man During the events of Marvel's AXIS, several heroes and villains had their moral compasses inverted, with villains becoming heroes and heroes becoming villains.  Tony Stark was now free of guilt, rather than driven by it.  Liking the way he was, he was smart enough to avoid being returned to normal and remained a glorified sociopath!  This - "Thomas Hobbes's Tony Stark" - was the Superior Iron Man.  Complimenting his new mindset was a brand new armor - an attention-grabbing chrome suit made from a liquid smart metal composed of a synthetic symbiote, linked to and under the complete control of Tony's mind. As the Superior Iron Man, Tony went on several champagnes and engaged in several projects to make the world a better place - according to him. He promptly set up a new location in San Francisco, where he sold the citizens an app-enabled version of Extremis at a gouged high price, and controlled crime through an unprecedented surveillance system.  There he met and befriended criminal Diane Alim, the "Catwoman Of San Francisco", and allowed her to continue her criminal activities because she was "mostly harmless and interesting, also she has a nice rear." Other projects of his included... -A failed attempt to take over Themyscira, which resulted in his highjacking the Justice League Watchtower.  (Modernizing Paradise) -Successfully maneuvering himself as vassal of Asgard, and head of their weapon forges. (Party In Asgard!) -Taking over the planet Ryloth (to be discussed in detail next) (Iron Planet Started Jan 5th, 2015.) -Attacking Superman when his power was severely weakened, defeating him, and implanting a Kryptonite bomb in his stomach.  Why?  Because Kryptonians and their unchecked power scare Tony, Superior or not.  (UNCHAINED vs SUPERIOR) -Iron Planet https://www.roleplayer.me/view_forum_topic.php?n=250&topic_id=22308&group_id=4310 - or on whichever page Jan 5th, 2015 occurs. In his travels through space, Tony Stark had encountered and developed an infatuation for the Twi'lek species, particularly their women.  With new ambition and a disregard for civil liberties, the Superior Iron Man gathered old Trade Federation droids, threw in some of his Iron Legion, and a pinch of James Bond for help, and conquered the planet Ryloth!  Stark's goal was to improve the planet, by force, and leave.  Yes, he did not intend to stay ruler, his desire was to make the planet as lovely as its women, and then leave and collect tax-funded commissions for the rest of his life.  He even promised to make it "rain on Ryloth", a barren tidally locked world.   His efforts were challenged by the Inquisitor, sent by the Empire itself, who came armed with a Super Star Destroyer!  Iron Man, James Bond, and company resisted.  Iron Man and James Bond successfully killed the Inquisitor and seized his Super Star Destroyer, and Bond gifted the Inquisitor's lightsaber to Tony as a trophy.  Next, they were attacked by General Grevious and a wizard, who were fought off also. Later, Stark's plans had neared completion.  He had used droid and forced Twi'lek labor to build new cities, new green house domes, other infrastructure projects, and a series of warp gate rings.  These rings were launched into space, where they sucked up icy comets in the system and flung them at Ryloth's scorched day side (it's a tidally locked world - Google it). This time, Tony Stark was unopposed and successfully added many tons of water to Ryloth's ecosystem, enough to make it rain, as promised.  Terraforming by Tony Stark. With Ryloth a little bit terraformed, with new beautiful cities and infrastructure, and with free Extremis, Ryloth was a much more pleasant planet to live on.  As promised, Tony Stark packed up his stuff, left the Trade Federation droids and Super Star Destroyer in the Twi'leks' hands to form the base of their new navy, and left.  The Twi'leks, initially rebellious and distrusting, were happy for their freedom but also thankful and admiring of the alien overlord, Tony Stark. -Science vs Magic!  (SvM) https://www.tinyurl.com/SciVsMag This was the big one... The entire time Tony had been inverted, he had been preparing for this, scheming, building up to this. He had created a robotic clone of King Loki - whom he was aware of after finding him in Asgardian prisons he snooped through while a Vassal.  He had invented new weapons for Asgard to gain their trust, and skimmed a small percentage of the armory for himself in the form of Uru armor plating for his own Iron Legion drones - now specialized in combating magical creatures.  He had researched ancient texts and history, enough to recreate a grimoire spell book which claimed that Shuma-Gorath was the inventor of magic, and that all it's sorcery and use in all pantheons slowly empowered him.  He had hijacked Reed Richard's time machine, and hurled the fake grimoire into the distant past to age it to authenticity.   He sent the clone Loki, Cloki, on a series of strikes at modern technology an infrastructure, culminating with an attack on Tony Stark himself.  One youth, an alchemist named Chris Steele, had even given his arm to save Tony's life.  Stark had a backup plan to survive his injuries, but let Chris cripple himself just to complete the illusion of his innocence.  In the chaos, Cloki left behind the Grimoire, leading everyone to believe that magic was empowering a force which sought to destroy the universe, leading to magic's very swift prohibition and legislation against it.  In the wake of this anti-magic moral panic, Tony Stark offered Troy's decentralized and renewable infrastructure technology to the nations of Earth, marking it as a "terrorism proof, magic proof" to the U.N.  However, there was not enough money in the world to pay for a spontaneous overnight overhaul of that magnitude, so Tony had offered to do it in exchange for every nation's debt.   And just like that, Tony Stark owned the national debt of just about every country in the world, and the monopoly on almost all resources (power, water, food, ect...), while giving himself new avenues to spread Extremis.   Tony Stark had created a moral panic, and then exploited it to TAKE OVER THE WORLD! But soon everything fell apart.  The younger Loki, Agent Of Asgard, gathered allies on a quest to summon and discover the TRUE nature of magic itself, while other magic users rebelled against this new anti-magic prejudice.  Stark made the mistake of allying with Doctor Doom, who had rejected magic in favor of science.   Many people died.  And, also Olive the owl died. During a siege on the Sanctum Sanctorum, the trademarked home of Dr. Strange was destroyed while Stark Sentinels decimated magic users and opposing heroes.  Loki returned to Earth now with the ingredients he needed for one final spell, fighting off and killing Gorilla Grodd.  Iron Man killed Captain America.  Soon after he was betrayed by Doctor Doom, who had stolen the power of the real Shuma-Gorath, christening himself "Shuma-Doom" (go on, say it out loud), and using his newfound power over reality to command Stark's living armor to eat him alive. Loki had cast his spell, and met Shuma-Gorath's foil.  If Shuma was the embodiment of all dark magics, then the Heart Of Magic was the embodiment of the light and benevolent mystics.  There, he became empowered to be the God of Stories, rather than merely a god of little lies.  In this mystic scape with the Heart Of Magic - which was a unicorn, by the way - Loki selected a new story, and erased the physical existence of all of Superior Iron Man's sins.   He resurrected the dead and restored Tony's original morality. With the world put back to normal, but remembering it's mistakes and traumas, Loki disappeared into the ethos of rumors and whispers and movie trailers... -After SvM https://www.roleplayer.me/view_forum_topic.php?topic_id=28169&group_id=4310 Remembering every detail of his life while inverted, Stark promptly fell into a deep depression.  He lost many billions of dollars in settlements and lawsuits, avoiding jail at the cost of most of his fortune.  As he realized just how much people now hated him, how little they wanted his future, he became suicidal.  What's a futurist without a future? A hallucination of Yinsen, brought on by ingesting chemicals under his kitchen sink, eventually gave Stark some life-saving encouragement.  Coffee from Olive, the owl, sure helped too.  Snapping out of it, he began to slowly tinker, bit by bit, until six months later he had tinkered his way to a brand new armor, a sassy new A.I. named F.R.I.D.A.Y., and a new outlook on life. Depression eventually progressing into rage, and with a brand shiny new armor, Tony Stark targeted a terrorist group called Boko Haram, because they more than any other group he was aware of really, REALLY deserved an ass-kicking - and that's exactly what he gave them.  Iron Man raided a large Boko Haram camp, rescuing dozens of captured hostages, slaves, and wives (mostly women and children), and killed dozens of the terrorists.  At one point, after seeing the death of an eight year old boy strapped to a suicide vest, Stark's rage boiled over and - donning a Hulkbuster - chased the remaining terrorists swinging a tank like a club, utterly destroying the encampment.   Returning to the States with a new perspective on global conflict and suffering, Tony went to work developing a super-cheap smartphone, the StarkPhone E, which was designed for developing economies and use in hostile regions.  To connect the poorest and most oppressed on Earth with the rest of the world, so that the wealth of the information age could reach the voiceless.   Returning home and having a nightcap - as he still had not ceased drinking from his time as Superior Iron Man - Stark was confronted by LOKI, God of Stories!  But the Norse God was not there to fight, and instead the two of them began to share a few drinks.  Loki told Stark that he forgave Stark already, understanding more than almost anyone what it's like to be in those megalomaniacal shoes, and how hard it is to recover and find redemption afterwards.  However, Loki warned, the rest of the magic community was still embittered to him, he had made many enemies.   So, Stark used most of what little personal money he had left and bought a large piece of real estate on Mt. Wundagore, then gifted it to Loki and the rest of the magic community as an apology present.  

WHAT IS EXTREMIS? https://www.ironmanarmory.com/WhatisExtremis.html https://marvel.wikia.com/Extremis_virus Basically Extremis works by altering the repair center of the brain (and likely DNA as well?) to change the map of what your body should be, forcing your body to "heal" itself in a completely different way.  It's a hack for human anatomy, a way to reprogram your body into whatever you want. Do you want blonde hair or to lose weight?  Done.   Remove an allergy or cure a disease?  Done. Do you want to astronauts that resist radiation and retain bone mass in zero-g?  Done. Breathe fire and explode on impact?  Even that! Now Iron Man has figured out how to safely release Extremis 3.0 to the public at large, first in San Francisco, as an app you can download on your smartphone.  The effect of Extremis 3.0 is perfect beauty and health.  Download it, and it will (somehow!) make you into a supermodel!  Presumably you can customize your experience (hair, body measurements, ect...) through the app on your phone.  All this for a scant $99.99 per day!  Yay!  Tony often offers discounts or free day subscriptions if you get within 50 feet of him, thus guaranteeing packed attendance at his parties and public gatherings.  History. Extremis was first developed by Dr. Maya Hansen and Dr. Aldrich Killian as yet-another super-solider program, although this one was fairly open ended.   They original had noble intentions, wanting to use it to cure disease, but when military funding ran dry they allowed the prototype to be stolen by home-grown domestic terrorists in order to do their human testing.  Out-classed and derated initially, Tony Stark also equipped himself with Extremis; his specific enhancement allowing him to operate his armor and other technology mentally.  Dr. Killian and Dr. Hansen are now deceased, suicide and later murdered by A.I.M. respectively, leaving Tony Stark is the sole guardian and proprietor of Extremis according to Maya's last will.   Tony Stark jealously guarded the Extremis formula, fearing it could too-easily create living weapons in the hands of madmen: much like many of Stark's own inventions.  After much tinkering, Stark discovered ways to govern not only make it safe to release to the public, but also user friendly.   ...But at what cost?

It was another early day at the office.  The fashion show of the year was in a mere week, and there were a thousand details to finalize. Everyone felt the pressure, from the lowliest intern to the boss herself.  Whitney was exhausted. She had been forcing herself to stay awake for days.  The crash was coming, but the blonde bombshell continued to delay it.  Entering the office at precisely nine AM, Whitney passed the newest intern, who paused in her rounds to offer the boss a strange once over.  Brushing it off, Whitney shrugged and sat at her desk, requesting her usual coffee and a croissant."Here you go, Mr. Collins," the intern announced, placing the breakfast on the desk.  "What did you just call me?" Whitney demanded.  It was then that she realized how deep her voice was. Had she caught a cold or something?  She reached for her coffee, gasping when she noticed the lack of dainty fingers.  In their place was a series of weird knuckles. Whitney dismissed her intern and rushed into the restroom.  She received a series of weird looks from the two girls already in there.  Whitney rolled her eyes, walking over to the mirror.  It was then that her heart truly leapt into her throat. Her long, luscious locks had been replaced with a sensible haircut, cropped short.  Her beautiful pink lips were darker, surrounded by a strange moustache.  Whitney bolted for the stall, slamming it shut and pulling her pants down, another oddity for the girl who lived in skirts and heels. When she saw the new attachment to her body, the blonde nearly crumpled to the floor in surprise.  Hoping this was someone's sick idea of a joke, she redressed, washed her hands, and continued about her day.  Everyone referred to her as Mr. Collins, giving her nail polish collection in her office and her entrance into the ladies bathroom a strange look.By the end of the day, she was exhausted. She dialed her latest hook up, craving a distraction.  But instead of being receptive to her offer, he demanded to know what she was doing, and told her he wasn't into men. Whitney was officially alone and confused, as if she had been thrown into a world she wasn't ready for.  Leaving the office, she was so lost in her own thoughts that she didn't even notice the car barreling towards her.  She closed her eyes, knowing there was no way to escape, and braced herself for the impact. It never came. She was falling and falling...and then, suddenly, she sat up in bed, startled by a loud yip.  Her puppy, Cocoa, was asleep beside her, barking through a puppy dream.  Whitney scratched her comfortingly. "It's okay, sweetie," she murmured. Wait. Her voice was back to normal. She jumped out of bed, tangled in the blankets, and darted for the bathroom. She peered at her reflection, the perfect pink smirk and icy blue glare staring back at her. It was just a dream. It was all a dream. Whitney stumbled back to her bed, passing out almost instantly.  She was glad to be back.