forum Remember Me // Superhero One-on-One // Stalkers Welcome

Started May 16, 2019 by @WriteOutofTime

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Basically a hero and a villain are sworn enemies. One day, the villain arrives in front of the hero, extremely injured and with no memory. The hero decides to take in the villain, hoping to teach them to be good. As the villain starts to regain their memories, they realize that they really care about the hero…
Rules/Guidelines/Whatever
-I'm bored a lot. Please try to be on a good amount? Nothing crazy, just keep it moving at a decent pace so it doesn't die. (it's fine if you disappear for a day or something bc you're busy, ofc, but i just mean consistently not being on)
-Romance is fine! Straight, LGBTQ, i don't care. No romance is also fine! This could just be a bromance thing, or even a parent-child type relationship, again idc. I don't write smut though, so things can be implied but nothing will be described beyond making out.
-Swearing is fine
-Please try to have decent grammar and write a decent amount (more than one sentence).
Will post the character template if anyone is interested!

Hello! May I?

EMI!!! YES!!
I'll make the template now!

Dude I saw your name and I had to before anyone else did!! Thank you!
Yes sweet! I'm not that great at character temps for a hero-villan but I'll do my best.
Speaking of, who is who? And if there's no preference from you, may I be the villian?

Name:
Superhero/Villain Name:
Age:
Sexuality:
Gender:
Villain or Hero?:
Appearance:
Superhero/Villain costume:
Normal Outfit:
Personality:
Backstory:
Quirks:
Abilities/Power:
Weaknesses:
Weapons (if any):
Fun Fact:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Other (hogwarts house, MBTI, zodiac, whatever else):

Yes you can be the villain! I have no preference

Sweet. Thanks.

Wait since the villian lost all of their memories, isn't filling this out kinda like… useless? saying this in the risk of being really rude when I don't intend to be

kinda, but it's more for our benefit than for the character's benefit. plus my character would know most of the information

ur not rude at all!! that's a valid point lol

Ah alright. I'll fill it out right now!

Name: James "Sniffles" Iors
Superhero/Villain Name: Ior
Age: 24
Sexuality: Bisexual
Gender: Male
Villain or Hero?: Villian
Appearance: Curly red hair and tan skin. He has sharper features with gleaming blue eyes that stand out strong with his powerful chin and jutting, rather square jaw and prominent ears. He looks like a burly type of fellow who can take a lot of hits, with a lot of muscle mass and height.
Superhero/Villain costume: He took a rather daring move with a simple black cloak and muscle shirt and a pair of skintight tights that are mostly covered with long, black boots with silver dressings.
Normal Outfit: Anything he can find, to jeans, to t-shirts to a dress shirt on the floor of his room.
Personality: He is rather quirky to say the least, and outside of battle he puts on a totally different and genuine smile and bounciness. He's the type of fellow to help old women across the street or help with groceries.
Backstory: He became a villain mainly because he was pressed into it by a gang he joined as a young teenager. Because he had no family after his mother died during his birth and his father indulged in alcoholism, he had to go to the only place he thought was smartest to go and that would keep him safe. He was nicknamed "Sniffles" because of how often he cried over the loss of his father. Thirsty to prove himself, he turned to crime with the rest of the gang.
Quirks: Very sensitive, will literally cry over a puppy dying if needed. Cannot mess up, and if someone is even an inch rude to him, he will be offended.
Abilities/Power: If you couldn't guess it by now, hydrokinesis. Not only because of his sensitivity but because of his power is also why he was called Sniffles. He can also heal at a minimum.
Weaknesses: He has to have a constant supply of water, so when he used to do crime, he would do it on rainy days, but they live near the sea, so it rained often.
Weapons (if any): N/A
Fun Fact: Feels everybody everywhere should be equal. Can paint very well with oil paints.
Likes: Ice cream, any animal or insect, warm things, and sometimes rain. Loves any type of food, as long as it isn't bland.
Dislikes: Being called Sniffles, being made fun of, dirty things.
Other (hogwarts house, MBTI, zodiac, whatever else): Idk honestly.

Awesome character!!! Before I make mine, what type of relationship do you want the hero and villain to have?

Thanks! Um idc, but I'd like romantic. The sex of your character is up to you.

okay cool!! i'll make my character in a couple minutes

Alright! I'm gonna head off for a bit, I gotta take a shower ^-^

Name: Nyir Heol
Superhero/Villain Name: Chaser
Age: 26
Sexuality: Straight
Gender: Female
Villain or Hero?: Hero
Appearance: About 5'8, sturdily built with a good amount of slender muscle, dark marley twists pulled back into a high ponytail, dark brown heavy set eyes, deep smooth skin tone with cool undertones, nearly always frowning, scar on lower left side of face that ends at her lip, full lips, high cheekbones.
Superhero/Villain costume: An army green tank top with her logo on it (an almond-shaped symbol with a C on the inside), khaki cargo pants, combat "boots" equipped with shock absorption to help with the impact of her power.
Normal Outfit: Tank tops, joggers, and bare feet. On the rare occasion, she is capable of dressing up, typically in high-rise business suits. Never wears skirts or dresses.
Personality: She is no-nonsense and intelligent. She has an incredibly strategic mind and can often seen snarky or disrespectful. She is sure of herself and because she does not fear death, she is not afraid to take calculated risks. She will not endanger the people she cares about, and would willingly give her life for them. Beyond the battlefield she has a quick wit and a dry humor.
Backstory: Had an essentially normal upbringing. Met her boyfriend in college, and even though she had abilities, decided to join the police force with him. However, her boyfriend was killed in the line of duty by a super villain. Because of that, she decided to dedicate her life to bringing down super villains. She hates villains and everything they stand for…which is why she confuses herself by letting one into her home.
Quirks: Frowning or neutral like 24/7. Runs her hands through the exposed parts on her head when tired. Muscles always taught, like a coiled spring. When amused, she smirks wryly, hardly ever grinning. Her laugh is more of a breathy snort/scoff.
Abilities/Power: She can teleport limited distances. The teleportation does not defy laws of gravity or physics –so if she's falling a great distance, teleporting closer to the ground won't alter her speed and she'd still die. She also can't teleport while being held or shackled. General improved stamina, strength, resilience, and speed. Best at close combat.
Weaknesses: Her personality is a blend of suppressed grief and anger, so she tends to be reckless at times. Her power tires her out after extended periods of use, and if she isn't careful, can result in shattered bones from the force of impact.
Weapons (if any): Sometimes uses knives; is trained to use a gun but hardly uses one.
Fun Fact: When she gets drunk, her humor and wit are elevated by 1000%. Actually…giggles.
Likes: Tea, quiet conversations about life, running, lakes, nature, rainy days/thunder storms, swimming, reading, gardening, listening
Dislikes: Loud people, things that remind her of the past, emotional outbursts, herself sometimes, villains
Other (hogwarts house, MBTI, zodiac, whatever else): Slytherin, ISTJ-A, Capricorn

Ooh she's great! I love her, the complete opposites.

Thanks! Do you want to start, or should I?

You're welcome! Could you?

Nyir crouched on the top of the building, her eyes struggling to see through the rain. She'd received an anonymous tip about this location, but so far, she didn't see any signs of trouble. The corner of her mouth twitched down as a raindrop slid down the nape of her neck. She usually loved the rain, but today, the anniversary of her boyfriend's death, it put a damper on things. With a resigned sigh, she headed down the fire escape, down into the alley below.

Her boyfriend had died in an alley like this one. Covered in wounds, his hands gripped around his gun and his walkie as though he were still calling for backup when he died. She screwed her eyes shut, trying to avoid the memories that seemed to claw their way into her mind whenever it was least convenient. His soft brown eyes flashed through her memory, sending a wave of grief wracking her frame.

A quiet groan interrupted her run-away thoughts. She jumped, teleporting a small distance as she sank into a ready position, prepared for a fight. Her eyes narrowed at the person who had made the pitiful noise. He was curled up near the back of the alley, covered in blood. Was she hallucinating? No; a flash of lightning revealed a shock of red hair that didn't belong to her boyfriend. She approached carefully, her hands clenched into fists. Wait…was that…Ior?

"What the hell happened to you?" she mumbled.

Rain smoothed down his hair as James felt himself slipping away. His lids were heavy and he felt like he wanted to sleep. He wasn't even in uniform, he was in a messy t-shirt that was soaked to his bone, and a pair of shorts to try and fight off the humidity that came with the storm raging above them. However, he had been unpleasantly surprised with a sudden thrust and suddenly he was falling.

He wasn't entirely sure why he even got pushed. Perhaps it was just someone in the apartment unit who hadn't seen him and went to go investigate it. But the signals of pain told him that it probably wasn't much of an accident. Though those signals were slowly melting away as his soft, bodily groans of pain left his body, as well as any sign of his self-aware.

His eyes were shutting slowly, and he didn't stir when he heard someone approaching. His hands weakened slowly and he relaxed his neck, which held a heavy head. The throbbing– oh, that theobbing– of his cranium was slowly simmering out as he slept into warm sheets of wetness around him.

"Oh, God," Nyir managed, still frozen in place. She blinked rainwater out of her eyes, continuing to study the crumpled form of the most annoying enemy she had ever faced. She thought back at all of their previous interactions –his crimes, however petty, were incredibly destructive at their worst. He wasn't all together too violent, though. Was she really considering what she thought she was considering?

She weighed the pros and cons. If she turned him in, he'd be treated with little gentleness and then imprisoned. Villains in prison can go either way. Either they rule the place and establish their territory (unlikely for a guy like Ior) or they get killed/maimed. She wasn't sure why, and it was a bit infuriating to think about. Could she, in good conscience, send him to such a fate, when she knew he wasn't entirely evil?

Before she knew what she was doing, she had hoisted him into her arms. Even with her enhanced strength, the guy was heavy. Holding him close so that she didn't leave him behind, she hurried back onto the roof, jumping on the side of the building to propel her faster as she scaled the building through short bursts of teleportation. She wasn't going in the direction of the hospital, nor was she heading towards the police station. She was hurrying towards her own apartment.

James had totally slipped away when she lifted him up messily. And thank goodness he did, because he would have puked at least three times on the way over and lost his ride to safety, which was very quick. Any person would puke, right?

Though he did not know he was going to safety, of course. He was like a ragdoll against her, a very heavy one. Being much larger and muscular made him weigh against her with no restraint. He didn't know of the battle she fought to take him as they arrived to her apartment.

However, she was quite right about the turning him in. He was a wanted, active criminal, they would have sent him to the electric chair the first moment they got without any type of remorse. Why, because they were getting him off the streets. It would be a civil service to the people of their town.

She entered into her apartment through the window. With a relieved sigh, she let the villain drop onto her couch limply. Her arms felt like putty and she was exhausted –it was hard enough to teleport herself places, but teleporting holding on to someone else required much more energy than she would usually expend. Wiping the last of the rainwater from her eyes, she shuffled over to the kitchen and pulled out her first aid kit, which was equipped with pretty state-of-the-art medical equipment. She got her fair share of injuries, and she hardly ever went to the hospital for them. It was more convenient to patch herself up.

She disinfected her sewing kit and headed over to the villain currently passed out on her couch. Broken glass had done quite a number on his torso, as evident by the torn, blood-stained shirt. She couldn't tell if any of his limbs were broken, but since there wasn't much swelling, it was unlikely. Broken ribs were much more likely. Those would heal on their own. He definitely had a concussion, judging by his unconsciousness.

She set to work on the gouges in his torso. First, she cut the remains of his shirt off of him with her first aid scissors. Then she sewed up the deepest wounds and disinfected them. Finally, she covered all of his open injuries with gauze. She leaned back after she finished, her eyes studying his boyish face. "Well, you won't bleed to death," she muttered. "I mean, unless its internal." She shrugged.