NEW TEEN TITANS RPG (including made-up characters)

Started by Puddin Pop1,654 pages

Guen looked up, "I dont know your brother sorry I cant help." Guen got up and left.

"Ok," He turned to Force, "My brother, Destro, may hurt people."

((Where are our characters anyway?))

Guen came back in, "How badly?"

"He could hurt people you say. Well I guess I could help you, but first," Force said falling into a fighting stance. "how about a friendly match. Pow pow pow." Force began to shadowbox.

(( The others Just sorta' walk in and out.))

"He is a meta being, a cross-breed, like myself, of demon and angel. With that kind of power, he is capable of leveling cities. Guilt-free too, since he doesn't realize that these people die."

"Why do boys always want to fight?"

Originally posted by Puddin Pop
"Why do boys always want to fight?"

"I need to practice my skills in combat." Force said shadowboxing.

"Yes, my brother won't be here for a while...." He forms a grabs what looks like a light saber handle and a purple saber hisses out. "It is made of my own energy."

"I gotta see this."

"INSANITY ZAP!" LPurple electricity forms in his hand as he unleashes it Sith style.

"Just dont hurn each other." Guen adds picking up weights.

Originally posted by Green_Demon
"INSANITY ZAP!" LPurple electricity forms in his hand as he unleashes it Sith style.

"Are You serious?" Force asked putting his arms up to absorb the shock.

((What is serious?))

Force kept his arms up as he ran over to Psycrone. then he kicked him in the chest.

Originally posted by Green_Demon
((What is serious?))

((Fight, but try not to kill me))

Taking the kick in the chest he flew backwards. wings spread and going into the air, sending fireball from above.

"Freaky Flames!"

"Oh Crap!" Force yelled narrowly avoiding the flame.

Force got up and put out fire on his shoe.

*in guens mind* HEY!! Guen do you want some food? *he spoke to her through his mind as he started up the hibatchi*

Then he started shotting laser from his eyes again as fire ball ran between lightning bolts. Ladies and gentleman, this is what we call, overkill.