Welcome to SU: Legacy, a next-gen Supernatural RP that takes place in the year 2040. The Men of Letters has expanded to include three base locations across the continental US. Angels and demons have gone mostly dormant but there are still supernatural evils lurking in the shadows. The legacies could use your help. Are you in?
Giving credit where credit is due. A big thank you to all the coders at PBS and various resource sites for any codes, plug-ins and templates.
Thanks to Nick @ Fidelius for the fabulous mini-profile. Everything else was created by our own staff. If we missed someone please let us know.
We don't own Supernatural, we just enjoy it's awesomeness. Thanks Eric Kripke for creating it, all the writers/producers for putting out a great show and the CW for keeping it on the air for almost 10 years now!
Nikolai Kalevi. And from what he could tell, not much else.
From the moment he stepped off the bus with his skateboard in hand and a backpack containing everything he owned, Niko was pretty sure he'd picked the most boring ass place in the world to visit. But he hadn't had enough money to get himself to Florida, so by default this was his destination.
"Welcome to Fredericksberg, Virginia," he muttered. "Population: me, my skateboard, and a shit ton of churches. Weather: too friggin hot. Noteable sights: a diner across the street and one of the country's only active payphones."
Niko dropped his skateboard onto the pavement with a sigh, making a mental note to strip off his hoodie the second he got inside.
He skated the several yards to the diner, opened the door, and walked inside. He had three dollars in his pocket. That had to be enough for a coffee, at least.
"I'm sorry, sir, but you'll have to leave that outside," the hostess said with a smile and a southern accent.
He looked down at his skateboard and frowned. There was no way for him to lock it up like you could with a bike. He'd gone through a few skateboards over the past few months, but he'd taken a liking to this one and he would've been pissed if it got stolen. He turned and went back outside and circled the building, looking for a place to stow his skateboard.
He found a grouping of bushes and stashed it behind and under them, making sure the black and yellow paint wasn't visible. When he returned to the diner, there was a group of people ahead of him waiting for a table. He took a minute to remove his backpack, slip his brown hooded sweatshirt over his head, and shove it in the backpack.
When the hostess returned from seating the group ahead of him, she greeted him with a smile.
"Can I just grab a seat at the counter?" he asked.
"Certainly."
Niko picked up his backpack and dropped it on the floor, hopping up on a barstool.