Villian Anastasia

Servant: And now presenting, her royal highness, Anastasia empress of Russia! *Anastasia walks down the large staircase in a flowing gown, glowing green reliquary secured to her waist* Greetings

Flashpoint batman

*as you walk into the batcave marveling at the tech batman drops down from the ceiling and slams you into the wall* who are you and why are you here?

Dr Clef -Yesterday-

*Dr. Clef looked at the next name on his kill list, his final favor to the O5s even if the world was ending. He stepped through the door to face the next target.*

Pantheum rp

Welcome to a roleplay of the webcomic Pantheum! Please enter character details Name, God/Goddess or demigod, team Olympus or underworld, origin, appearance (if you want)

Warden Aquino

*Warden Aquino stands at the head of the meeting table, members of SCP-9000's Internal Affairs Department around him* Bullshit. Another survey? In my fucking house? I'll shove a clipboard up their ass until it bleeds, these fucking doctors. *Aquino tosses a sheaf of papers from his desk to the floor.* Fucking doctors. […] No one's coming here without an order from the goddamned Administrator himself. You're all guards. You seeing any structural deficiencies? Marshal, production. Everything's fine down there? […] Of course it fucking is. Because they're lying. They want my ass. Records hates the backlog, Ethics hates the system, Logistics hates doing anything at all. So they come in, run fake numbers, start telling fortunes, and all of a sudden we've got invisible problems that need outside interference to solve? It's fucking fake. They hate this place because they're not in control. I am. And they hate us because we're not limp-wristed, shit-sucking paper-pushers crunching numbers and deducting hypothesis' or whatever the fuck. There's no fucking respect for anything that takes place outside of a lab with these people. And now that we're the backbone of the organization, now that we're the outreach between the Foundation and the most powerful country in the world, they want to sabotage it. That's all it is. […] Think about it this way. There's more of them being admitted to psych because they slipped goddamned memetic agents into the logs. Been saying this for a fucking month now. Internal affairs is looking into it. Don't take the bait. […] Listen, if they want to send their thugs here, they have another thing coming. Because I've got thugs too. Hell, I've got me some killers. And they've been juiced up on nothing but blood and guts for years now. I look them in the eyes, and I know they're killers, they're animals, and they're waiting for meat. Tell these sons of bitches that we're fucking ready. And it's not just us. I've got motherfuckers in the fed willing to die on my hill. I'll string every last one of these white-coats from the rooftops. *Aquino stands up and slams the head of his personal assistant, D-004, against the table, briefly knocking them to the floor. D-004 stands again, promptly regaining composure.* Every last one of them, boy.

Bari the FleetFooted

*A man dressed in red and yellow emerges from the smoke* "Invisible to the eyes, unheard by the ears, a red blur that comes and goes like lightning, known to be the fastest man in the Hagune family, but I'm the fastest man alive!" *He looks up, the brim if his hat rising to show his face* "I'm the fleet of foot Bari!!!"

Undyne the undying

Heroic, determined, strong