Mailliw73

Twilyght, I like what you've done with Scorch. So Delightful, I put a post with Max in the the other thread.

"Jason, it's so simple. All I have to do is divine from what I know of you: are you the sort of man who would put the poison into his own goblet or his enemy's? Now, a clever man would put the poison into his own goblet, because he would know that only a great fool would reach for what he was given. I am not a great fool, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of you. But you must have known I was not a great fool, you would have counted on it, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of me." Mailliw knocks both glasses over. "That's not a real duel. This is." Mailliw tosses Jason a sword. "Duel me now. For real."

Max had grown in the past five years since he had decided to fight the Epics. He knew that there were others ways to fight rather than just hunting Epics down. He had met Mel a couple years ago and worked with her since. They, well Mel really, broke into stores and stole food and supplies while Max was a lookout-backup-cover-fire guy. They gave the supplies they stole to Reckoners and other people like them. When they had extra, they gave it to those who were starving. Max stood, lounging against a tree on the sidewalk. The sun was just rising over the horizon, sending pink rays of light into Portland. He kept the store Mel was in in his peripheral vision while pretending to be busy on his mobile. This time it was an old grocery store. Mel would be gathering the non perishables and any other food that was good. Ten minutes, Max thought. She has ten minutes to get out of there before the owner arrives. The pair had scoped out this store for the past week. The owner arrived every morning at 7:30 to open the store. It was a safe job. There was a perfect window that was hidden from the street and was in the shade, so less people would see Mel breaking in. People were walking down the road, most hunched over in fear, on the way to their jobs. One man turned the corner and was running towards the store. Rust! That was the store owner. Max panicked. He ran to the window Mel had snuck in through and hissed at her, "Mel! Run!" As the man approached the door, Max fired a shot at the front's glass window. The owner yelled and hid out of sight. Max ran to the chosen meeting place for something like this happening. He hoped Mel would meet him there.

Actually he's in American Fork. I go to school with people in his neighborhood. And yes, whenever I meet someone who is, i get insanely jealous.

Max hated the Epics. They had stolen his family, his house, his life. All these upstarts who thought they should rule the world just because of their few extra abilities. All of them were twisted, no matter what. Even ones like Sightline who killed other Epics killed people. They were Epics, true, but he was still twisted. He had also heard of one, Altermind, who had a strict mental exam to be allowed into his suburb. Max hated all of them. Deathscream had killed his family. One day when Max had been at his college class, Deathscream had risen to power and taken over Max's neighborhood. He had been Max's friend, Stu, once. They had lived down the road from each other most their lives. But once Stu got his powers, they took over and he became evil. He had vocal skills that killed. Literally. When he shrieked, those within a close range died. Deathscream had broken into Max's house and caught both his parents and younger sister unaware. He screamed at them and the sound pierced their eardrums and shot into their brains. It killed them instantly. Even Bud, Max's dog had been a casualty of that day. Max had come home that day to a broken-in house with his family lying on the floor, dead. He found Deathscream, and, while playing music through earphones, shot him. Since that day, Max swore to help people fight the Epics.

Name: Max Kennon Appearance: Max is a bit shorter than average with long brown hair. He is fit and strong, as standard of those who fight Epics. He has deep brown eyes and a rumbling voice. Weaponry: Max's standard weaponry consists of two handguns on both hips and a pack of ammo on his back. Job: Works with Mel (played by Delightful and is her backup and cover fire man. (Tentative)

I accept the Laughing Fool under my protections.

I vote Dellan. It's a gut feeling, but some of those have been good before and Dellan feels off to me. Most first day lynches are just gut feelings.

Okay, if you want to make an application and pm it to me, ill approve or disprove it.

Altermind knew he was one of the more powerful Epics in town. Not the most powerful by far, but he had dominion over a suburb and that was more than most Epics could claim. Many were just servants of bigger ones. Not Altermind. He would submit himself to no man. He allowed others to submit themselves to him, but he served no one. He also wasn't a ruthless killer. Unless he had to be. Most of the time, he just kicked out the inferior humans in Thoughttown. He sent them out in trucks to be dropped off in strategically planned locations throughout the city to spread them out. The ones who were smart enough to stay were given jobs in factories. If they accomplished tasks he assigned, they could be given small rewards. Sometimes it would be a bonus in food. Other times a money bonus for supplies. On the rare occasion, they could earn a trip into the main city. Scorch was one of the two other Epics who lived in Thoughttown. Flashpoint was the other. Flashpoint could fly and shoot small bursts of electricity from his fingertips. Both were used as guards and law enforcement. Flashpoint was also used to gather information and occasionally power small electric devices. Altermind sat in his "throne" in his palace. His palace was what used to be a high school in the area. He had had it renovated to have more open space. Anyone who saw it saw a large building with big glass windows. That was just the hallucination Altermind put in anyone's mind who drew nearby. His throne was a comfortable office chair that he had kept from the high school days. It appeared to be large and regal. Once a day, Altermind allowed his civilians who had just got off work to submit forms to ask for petitions. The forms were reviewed by his top staff and those deemed worthy causes were allowed to approach him and ask him to help their cause. The one today was a short man with large glasses. He was an accountant at one of Altermind's electricity plants. "Mr. Harmon, what is your wish of me?" "A-Altermind, your gracious, I-I would like to ask if you could light our plants better. The workers produce less when the light is less. If you could light them better, we could produce more. You are a light Epic." Altermind was furious. "I am a mental illusionist, idiot! Those light-manipulating Epics are totally different and inferior. If you produce more energy, you would get more light. How did you pass the Altermind test?! Flashpoint, send Mr. Harmon here out on the next imbecile-truck," Altermind fumed. Some people were such idiots. How were they even allowed to be born? Altermind had never been able to stand those who thought they were smart but were actually dumber than a rock. He would've killed them all long ago, but he knew that he could weaken the other Epics' rule if he spread the stupidity out among their domains.

In case no one noticed, Scorch is available for adoption as a character. If you read my RP post in the other thread, you'll get a very basic understanding of who he is.

Malai had been up early to take care of her horses. She was also one of the later ones to see the mayor's dismantled body. She walked into the Town Hall with dirt on her boots: the standard decoration for a horse-breeder. As she saw the mayor's body, she was stunned for a moment. Not disgusted; she had seen worse things before. But utterly in shock at why anyone would want to kill Mayor Cabalen. He had been an nice enough guy. One thing Malai did know was that they needed a leader. She knew that the Witless was smarter than he seemed. No matter how much of a fool he made out of himself, Malai would always remember when he helped her out. He was cleverer than he appeared. She didn't think she had decided if they should kill anyone yet. I voted Witless because Wilson is a very smart player and could help up tremendously if she is good. We might as well vote someone to be the mayor and Wilson is as good a choice as any in my opinion.

Okay, I have a contract proposal when that expires.

Are there any other Mercenaries besides LF? ANd Fool, when does your contract expire?

http://www.frugal-rv-travel.com/image-files/buckskin2.jpg This is like what I picture the chasms as.

A storm of Feathers and Chaos, that's what.

Straff and Sadeas are my most hated (even if Sadeas isn't a father. Or is he?) I'd probably say Dalinar or Sarene's father, Eventeo.

I'll do some RP later. I don't know much of anything about WoT though, so don't expect anything huge. I vote Witless to be mayor. Partly for the humor.

New games happen only once per two weeks at the soonest. That shouldn't be a problem. About the first come, first serve, that is how it currently is run, but I don't think I've ever seen a max cap of players, but if that need did arise, I'm sure there are experienced players, myself included, that wouldn't mind backing out of a game if a new player wants to join.

Ruin was just Chaos' servant and Herald. Chaos' power rivals that of Adonal...wait, Chaos was the one that shattered Adonalsium! I've cracked the secret...

I noticed that. Okay. Shoot me a pm and we'll discuss the plot line.