Platypus
The king of wishful thinking
At the dawn of World War II, a handful of people called "Talents" manifested strange powers that set them apart from the rest of humanity. With these powers man took to the air without mechanical aid, explored the depths of the sea without life support, and touched the rim of space.
To others, Talents seemed godlike in their power. Only the Talents themselves, pushed to the front lines of every battle, knew the truth — that these newfound powers seemed pointless in the face of death.
That their power set them apart from family, friends and enemies.
That it made them more, and yet somehow less.
These fears, like the power that feeds them, are godlike in their scope.
So essentially, this will be a gritty superhero rp in which our characters take the roles of superhuman Talents fighting in World War II. No bright spandex, no pulp machismo. Just ordinary men and women who emerge during the grimmest conflict in history with the Talents their times demand — but who are still as vulnerable, and ultimately as expendable, as the ordinary troops in the foxholes.
To others, Talents seemed godlike in their power. Only the Talents themselves, pushed to the front lines of every battle, knew the truth — that these newfound powers seemed pointless in the face of death.
That their power set them apart from family, friends and enemies.
That it made them more, and yet somehow less.
These fears, like the power that feeds them, are godlike in their scope.
So essentially, this will be a gritty superhero rp in which our characters take the roles of superhuman Talents fighting in World War II. No bright spandex, no pulp machismo. Just ordinary men and women who emerge during the grimmest conflict in history with the Talents their times demand — but who are still as vulnerable, and ultimately as expendable, as the ordinary troops in the foxholes.
