Welcome to Freeland City!
It’s been fifteen years since the reign of Chainbreaker, and society is slowly recovering, thanks to the leadership of Rigor and The League!
Sure, there are still some troubles and problems that happen now and then, not all villains disappeared with Chainbreaker, after all, but what is a society that doesn’t have its own unique quirks?
Things are better than they’ve been for a long time, and that’s ultimately what matters.
1. Make sure your character’s current location is included at the top of your post.
2. Be kind.
3. Unless a New League member wants their identity publicly known, they’ll be wearing their costumes as they leave their Patrol Unit common room/enter the Tower during the morning.
4. Clarify in your first post(s) whether your character’s civilian identity is guarded or open. And if the character’s patrol unit knows who they are or not.
5. New League Patrol Unit members can either live in their patrol unit commons or at their own homes.
(Updated January 31st, 2167)
Want to know what’s up in Freeland? Just check this handy digital calendar to keep you up-to-date with all the city-wide, state-wide, nation-wide, and world-wide events that are going on!
Fifteen years ago today Chainbreaker’s reign of terror ended, and subsequently the Age of Uncertainty!
This is a day of celebrations, joy, and excitement! Parades and special League of Four events are held all throughout the day and all over the world. During the evening, Gifteds all over the world (in timezones where it is currently night) pitch in to create a massive, world-spanning light show that can be seen from space, just by using their powers!
Do you have what it takes to be a hero? Enter the trials to find out!
Every year these trials are held by the New League in order to select the next generation of superheroes aged fifteen and up!
Anyone can try out, but only the best of the best are selected to become true Superheroes!
(Gifteds can try out only two times. If rejected a second time, said Gifted will be deemed unfit for becoming a hero.)
(Updated February 11th, 2167)
Want to stay in the loop? This collection of articles, tabloids, and League Alerts is exactly what you need!
Victory Day is here! Should we be on alert for attack?
By: Jenni Gossiq
(February 11th 2167)
It has been fifteen years since the defeat of Chainbreaker and the end of the Age of Uncertainty. Life has seemingly returned to normal, or has it?
Recently, there has been an uprise of murders and small-time crime, causing the citizens of Freeland to wonder if Freeland City is as safe as we think it is.
One of our informants, who refuses to reveal their name, has some information on what may be to come on this day meant for celebration and peace.
“The world has changed a lot in fifteen years, and Gifteds are no longer ostracized or forced into hiding, causing more and more powerful Gifteds to reveal themselves. In my opinion, these so-called ‘heroes’ will be the end of us all!
We just seem to be bending down to whomever is in power, which is not good! How do we know the Gifteds have us, the majority of the population (Non-Gifteds) in mind when they do these things? What if they are bitter and still mean to destroy us for not accepting them so long ago?
In my opinion, we need to stop their reign of ‘peace’ before it becomes a reign of terror and massacre!”
Victory Day is Here!
Happy Victory Day to each and every one of you! Today should be a day of celebration and peace, so all patrol units shall be operating on hybrid schedules. Only if you are called in should you be out on patrol. All New League Gifteds are encouraged to treat today as a vacation day and to take advantage of all the events that Victory Day has to offer!
Nonetheless, we must be on our guard, as there has been some gossip going around, perpetuated by a certain newspaper, that there might be a dangerous uprising today. Of course, it is not actually expected to happen, but we can never be too careful. Keep your eyes open for any suspicious activities and try to avoid lonely alleys. Some of our population, Gifted and not, might have been stirred by the articles put out today, and we don’t want any of our New League members getting hurt on this day that is supposed to bring peace.
A press conference is being held in the mass meeting room this afternoon, no League members are allowed to attend unless they have special clearance. This conference pertains to the recent murders in the area and the New League’s plan to catch the murderer(s). A written transcript will most likely be provided in current newspapers tomorrow morning if anyone is curious to know what transpired.
Stay on your guard, and have a happy Victory Day!
Ready to celebrate? Here’s a list of all of Freeland City’s Victory Day Events!
By: Lilianne Elton
(February 11th, 2167) Morning:
This morning, a large parade in the New League and the League of Four’s honor is to be held outside of the New League tower! The floats will include: The Original Four- A float where the League of Four’s original costumes will be set up for all to see and pay reverence. Pictures of each deceased Hero’s face will be displayed below their costumes, while Rigor will sit at the head in his original armor, wings, and costume! The League Tribute- Following The Four is an equally splendid float dedicated to each and every member of the New League! The League Emblem is the center of attention, and it is made of up to six thousand roses, each with the Alias of a New League Gifted tied to their stem! This is truly a floral wonder! The Trial of The Ages- This interesting float follows The Tribute. Made to look like the Event Center stadium, where the Hero Trials are held, this float will occasionally explode in color and shape top, as six New League Gifteds with visual powers will occasionally send spurts of light (and in one Gifted’s case, showers of candy) shooting out of the top to amaze onlookers. The design is supposed to look like amazing trials are happening within, and it surely achieves! The Lost- This float follows The Trial, and it is more dour than those before it. This float has the names of over one hundred thousand people who died in the Age of Uncertainty carved into golden plaques that ring the dark-colored float. Chainbreaker- This is by far the most anticipated of all the floats- besides The Four, of course- as an actor dressed to look like Chainbreaker sits upon a crumbling throne, poised above the “ruins of Old Freeland City”, is positioned there for the audience’s enjoyment. The audience is encouraged to throw food and light items at “Chainbreaker” and join in with chanting against him. Of course, nothing heavy or with the potential to harm may be thrown at the actor, as he is just that, an actor.
Many more floats follow these, but these are the top five!
Noon:
After the parade, a plethora of activities happen. Including these three most anticipated ones: The Victory Picnic- Every year on Victory Day, a picnic is held by the Event Center in Freeland Park. Families are encouraged to bring picnic blankets, food, yard games, and anything else that seems appropriate to enjoy this wonderful day in the sun. Many Gifteds with the power to affect the weather work long and hard the day before to make sure that Victory Day feels exactly like the nicest of Summer days and not like a cold, bitter February day. The picnic lasts well into the evening, and people may come and go as they please. Local music groups will be playing at the band shell from 12:00pm to 6:00pm, and movies will be shown from 6:30pm to 9:45pm. The Everyone’s A Hero Trials- Immediately after the Parade, you can make your way down to the Event Center stadium to partake in sports events and tests of skill and mettle in the Everyone’s A Hero Trials! There are games to play, prizes to be won, and chances for even Non-Gifteds to be heroes on this wonderful day! Participants are encouraged to wear Hero costumes of their own creation to partake in these events.
Evening:
After the Everyone’s A Hero Trials end and the last movie plays out on the Event Center lawn, the sky will begin to light up all over as Gifteds with visual powers take to the upper stories of buildings and to balconies to begin this beautiful showcase of light. The light show will last from 10:00pm to 10:20pm, so be sure not to miss it, or you’ll have to wait until next year!
(Updated February 1ath, 2167)
This is where you can refresh yourself on what has happened in the roleplay!
Two Found Dead Days Before Victory Day. Are Villain Syndicates As Dormant As We Think?
By: Jenni Gossiq
(January 31st 2167)
At 3:00am, this morning, a League patrol unit arrived at a neighborhood on the west side of Freeland city to do a routine check-up, when they heard screams and what sounded like a scuffle.
Arriving quickly on the scene, the League patrol was disappointed to find that they’d just missed whoever had caused the commotion, but their disappointment was quickly replaced by horror as they noticed the two still-warm bodies on the ground.
Both bodies showed no signs of injury, though both had faces frozen with horror.
The bodies were taken quickly to the hospital, but they were declared dead before they even were removed from the emergency transport vehicle.
When asked if this could have been caused by rising Villain syndicates, The New League founder, Ryan Patterson (Alias: Rigor) refused to comment, though the patrol members who had found the bodies had a lot to say.
“This was clearly a murder,” Stated one of the patrol members, Rumble, a Gifted with the power to create thunderclouds, “No doubt about it. Though, pinpointing who the murderer- or murderers- was will not be so easy to tell.”
“Like Rumble said, Murder. We can’t disclose any more information at this time, though, sorry,” Wingit, a Gifted with wings on their back, said, looking genuinely apologetic, “My heart goes out to whoever is family to these two victims, I hope we can catch these murderers.”
Octolady, an eight-armed member of the patrol unit, was not so keen to answer any questions,
“We’re strictly forbidden to disclose any more information, and quite frankly, I’m sick of you guys butting in to everything,” She was heard saying to a reporter for “The Freelander” as she led her unit back to the New League Tower.
The other three members of the patrol unit, Haze (A Gifted with the ability to create fog by use of her taking moisture from the air), Quizzical (A Gifted with the ability to confuse enemies with only his words), and Rogue Wave (A Gifted in control of a beast made of water that serves as his companion) offered no comments.
This morning at 3:00am, two people who have yet to be identified were found dead by one of our patrol units which included Rumble, Wingit, Octolady, Haze, Quizzical, and Rogue Wave.
Extra information is top secret for now, any information that is found shall only be revealed to the public by The New League public relations officials during a scheduled press conference.
Do not release any more information to the public at this time.
As Victory Day is coming up, a customary refresher is being sent out regarding protocols that are to be strictly followed by all New League members.
Parade Protocol:
All New League patrol units are welcome to watch the parade, though not participate on floats. Patrol units are to watch the crowd to make sure no-one is causing any mischief.
Light Show Protocol:
At 10:00pm, all New League Gifteds with powers that create a flash of light as an effect are encouraged to participate in the light show, though keep well away from civilians during power usage, as injuries have been known to happen at times.
Valentine's Day, also called St. Valentine's Day, is a holiday when lovers express their affection with greetings and gifts. Given their similarities, it has been suggested that the holiday has origins in the Roman festival of Lupercalia, held in mid-February.
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(Mind you, characters should be familiar with their patrol unit in the roleplay, as they are already formed at the beginning of the roleplay. It is encouraged that you discuss how well your unit works together/how close knit your patrol unit is over Private Messages to make patrol interaction as realistic as possible.)
Kingston yawned and stretched as they got out of bed that morning. Their usually impeccable red hair was tousled and messy, and they grimaced at their reflection in the mirror. “Tsk tsk, Kingston,” They chided themself, sliding out of bed and getting in front of the mirror, where they began to fix their hair, “Can’t be looking like a messy teenager, can we? No, we cannot be.” They smoothed down their hair and fixed it until it looked presentable. Perfect. Good. No more messy teenager hair.
Then, they dressed themself. A nice polo shirt and some slacks would do nicely (not like they had anything else to choose from. Their wardrobe was literally nothing but the aforementioned articles of clothing.). Today would be rather cool, so they put on a nice jacket and slid some gloves into their pocket. One could never be too prepared for a chilly morning.
They made themself a nice hearty breakfast, eggs Benedict, black coffee, and some bacon, with the fat taken off, of course. With breakfast, they read through the news. Oh? What was this? Two dead? Kingston chuckled to themself, they always loved it when they got in the news. Those two had been so weak. Seriously, that little mind trick wasn’t even the best they had! Jesus, that was the easiest time frightening someone to death they’d ever had.
It had been a little boring. Didn’t have the same rush.
Whatever.
When they finished reading through all the interesting articles, they stood up and made their way to the door, grabbing a to-go cup for their coffee as they did so, as they hadn’t finished, and they wanted a little pick-me-up from being awake past twelve last night.
Then, they set off on the sidewalk, headed towards Jill’s. In all appearances, Kingston James Amery. Though, in reality, they were Sovereign, planning their next attack.
Cain's eyes flickered open just at the tight moment. He looked yo his alarm clock. 2 minutes until it rang. So, he outpaced it. Today was going to be a nice day.
Cain felt so stupid right now. Literally. He woke up EARLY! How did he manage to be late!? Okay, maybe he did spend way too long, making cinnamon rolls for breakfast, but he had been putting off making them, and the ingredients were going to go bad! Maybe he should have prioritised things better because now Cain was barrelling through the streets like a madman, half-dressed in his superhero suit, half-dressed in civilian clothes. In his hands were a gym bad and some tupperware.
In his frenzied attempts to reach the New League headquarters in time, Cain found himself barrelling right towards an unfamiliar figure on the street. Would they be able to dodge the clumsy runner?
Covey crossed his arms and tilted his head as he observed the suit in front of him. A mechanical wonder, truly; the boy sometimes wished he had any kind of knack for tinkering or mechanics. Rigor’s original suit would always be awe-inspiring no matter how many times he had seen it - which, uh, had been ten times at this point. What? The museum was pretty cool! Besides, it was usually a fairly quiet part of the new league tower. Plus Covey was brushing up on his history, which was totally something an intellect, such as himself, would do.
He turned around, looking out one of the windows to the ground which lay 600 floors below. Man, he would give anything to sneak onto the roof and glide off - he’d be in the air for ages with height like that. Had it not been for the security blockages, he likely would have impulsively done so by now. His hand reach up and began absent-mindedly fiddling with one of his earrings and he glanced towards the door. He should probably go down and get breakfast soon - he had come to visit the museum as soon as he was up and dressed, forgoing food so far.
“and the human race is filled with passion. and medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. but poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.”
— john keating (robin williams), dead poets society
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The Wraith
| ---> Patience Golden Crawford; Identity undisclosed | She/Her | Location: Mass Common Room |
Habit. Wasn't that a funny little word? One could also refer to it as routine as well, if that was the posh word they preferred to use. But to Patience, it was all Habit. When she'd lived a life so freely, with everything and anyone at her beck and call, it was easy to say she'd been rather spoiled. Pulling absolutely merciless pranks, running around without bothering to stop and pick up the messes she'd made, it'd all been an illusion of careless fun before. And after running away... Well, it was eye-opening.
Everything was habit now. From the time she woke up to where she went. Everything had a fixed time and place. Patience could not go wherever she wanted for once. There were restrictions, ones that were different from the ones her parents had placed upon her. But she was no longer in the care of her parents. She was out here, alone, with almost nothing beside her basic stuff, for a reason. Seriously, if she got kicked out of The New Leagues for doing something stupid (which was highly likely, seeing her previously stated antics), Patience had nowhere to go. She'd have to crawl back to her parents and apologize for everything, and probably say goodbye to her powers for good.
Okay, maybe she was being a liiitle dramatic, but Patience had nothing else to do. The day had only just started, and she expected it was going to be another slow day. With a sigh, Wraith lifted pale, half-gloved hands lifted to fix her domino mask in place. It wasn't tilted, but one could never be sure. At least, if her mint green eyes hadn't given her away already, no one knew who she was aside from The Wraith. It was a strange name, but Patience didn't mind it.
Now, lowering herself onto a solitary couch in the corner of the Mass Common Room, Patience watched her surroundings in silence, as she usually didn't speak much, and waited for another event-less day.
Spencer/Glory Road/In her suit (no alias, name unknown)
A dark figure perched on the rooftop of a general store. Her improvised suit could pass for regular clothes, if not for the shiny metal-looking mask. Spencer made it herself. She was not one for public displays, hence the lack of name, but the voice modulator and face coverage was convenient.
Currently, she was patrolling for danger, looking out for anything suspicious. Of course, the New League refused to give further info regarding the recent murders, likely due to some internal corruption. This whole thing was definitely suspicious.
(Open. Spencer is against villains and will fight them but she's also wanted by the law ands the New League)
Last edited by Shade.; February 2nd, 2023 at 12:22 PM.
Cain felt so stupid right now. Literally. He woke up EARLY! How did he manage to be late!? Okay, maybe he did spend way too long, making cinnamon rolls for breakfast, but he had been putting off making them, and the ingredients were going to go bad! Maybe he should have prioritised things better because now Cain was barrelling through the streets like a madman, half-dressed in his superhero suit, half-dressed in civilian clothes. In his hands were a gym bad and some tupperware.
In his frenzied attempts to reach the New League headquarters in time, Cain found himself barrelling right towards an unfamiliar figure on the street. Would they be able to dodge the clumsy runner?
Today was supposed to be a good day for Kingston. They’d had the day planned to. a. T.
First, they were going to go to work, finish their shift, and then take a walk through the park and just relax, maybe practice their Gift on some kids at the playground, give them a sudden fear of heights while they’re on the jungle gym kind of thing. Y’know, fun stuff like that. After that, they’d head home, redecorate their apartment for the upteenth time, and then suit up for fun times as Sovereign. A perfect day.
Until some bumbling idiot ruined it.
Sometimes, Kingston wished they’d received future sight instead of the power they had, because maybe they could avoid this kind of crap. But no. It always seemed to happen.
Kingston had literally stopped to look down at a loose button on their coat for one. second. And, of course, that was when disaster struck.
The kid barreled straight into Kingston and caused them to spill coffee all over their polo and their coat, and then proceed to fall backwards. They caught themself just in time, but Oh. My. God.
They turned blazing blue eyes on the perpetrator, already planning their demise (Though, they wouldn’t follow through because of, y’know, identity secrets n’ all that stupid stuff that wouldn’t have had to exist during the Age but whatever.). All they saw was red… until they saw that the person who had rammed into them… was a literal child. Oh. They were still angry, but children were different from adults. Kingston didn’t kill children.
…but that didn’t stop them from yelling at them! “Good God, are you blind? Were your eyes shut or something? Bloody Hell! Look what you did!” They gestured wildly at their absolutely ruined outfit, anger spilling out of them like an overflowing kiddie pool full of toddlers, “This was my nice coat!” They snapped.
Now that they had gotten a good look at the kid, Kingston’s murderous anger returned because this kid… this. kid. was wearing part of a superhero uniform.
Well, paint Kingston with black and white stripes and call them a zebra! Apparently the League was accepting buffoons now!
They seethed inwardly. How come this… this… pint-sized, pea-brained, tiny child had passed the Hero Trials, but Kingston in all their excellence hadn’t? Holy cow what was this city coming to??
Walking to work, though temporarily blockaded | @Shade.
This was so incredibly unfortunate. Superheroes were supposed to make someone's day, not ruin it! Cain had barrelled into a stranger lost his balance and almost fallen back on his butt if not for a convenient street lamp to grab onto. He managed to hold onto the box of cinnamon rolls, thank goodness.
"I am so so sorry, good citizen! I really wasn't being careful, but I was late for patrol. I do hope that doesn't stain permanently. I'dreccoment a mix of warm water, white vinegar and dish soap. Uh...would a cinnamon roll interest you as compensation? I made plenty. " he said awkwardly, feeling incredibly guilty.
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