The Singular Universe: An Ultimate Comics RPG OOC

[HenryJonesJr]

No Jason Bourne? D=.

Does Bourne have comics?

If so, I wasn't aware of that.

[Sloth]

Does Bourne have comics?

If so, I wasn't aware of that.

According to a friend, he saw a Boune comic at Barnes and Noble or something.

[Byrd Man]

Speaking of Bond... If it doesn't jive with what you want to do, Indy, let me know...


The Singular Universe
Character Application

Character you wish to portray: Agent 007 Codename: James Bond

Hero, villain, or walking the line?: Hero with a dash of WTL

Powers and physical attributes: No powers, but Bond is an expert in many different skills. From espionage and marksmanship, to driving, piloting, and nearly all forms of hand to hand combat.

Origin and backstory (as you see it):

The boy who would become James Bond was born in London in 1982. An orphan, the boy was raised in orphanages from his birth until his eighteenth birthday. In these large group homes, he learned to fight to protect himself. He was twelve when he broke the arm of a sixteen year old bully. He fought with rage and reckless abandon. The style he used lead to less bullying, but earned him a reputation as being a violent child. He was counseled by psychiatrists, remaining distant to them all. After being discharged from the orphanage, he got into a bit of trouble. In a barfight, the young man injured six men and was arrested for felony assault. While waiting trial, a Colonel from the British military approached him. His psych profile was a perfect match for the line of work the Colonel had in mind. The man was released from prison and was recruited into the Royal Marines. A successful stint as a marine led to a transfer to Royal Naval Intelligence and an officer's commission. As part of naval intelligence, the young officer showed his promise as an effective intelligence operative, and a ruthless enforcer. Now a commander, the Colonel came to him with a job offer: Join the Secret Intelligence Service as a field agent. Not just any field agent, but one with a license to kill. A 00 agent. The Commander accepted and went through some of the most intense training possible. His last test was simple: Kill two men in the name of Queen and Country. He carried out mission without hesitation. Now, given the codename 007 and the name James Bond, the Commander has been assigned to SIS to await his first mission.

Why have you chosen this character?: He's James Bond, one of my favorite fictional characters. Plus, I've always wanted to do a few Bond stories. So, why not?

What do you believe you can bring to the RPG?: Guns, sex, bombs, and all that good stuff.

Provide a sample post as the character you wish to portray, three paragraphs or more and with at least one line of dialogue:


London
0821 Local Time

Bond walked through the quiet halls towards his destination. The traffic of the early morning rush had settled down, so he was virtually alone as he navigated through the offices. Here, on the top floor of Vauxhall Cross, sat the upper echelon of the Secret Intelligence Service. SIS to those in the know, still called MI6 by the world at large. SIS was just one of the many intelligence services that attempted to protect the world from the many threats that were out there. SIS was dangerous work, especially for the 00's. Bond knew that. He also knew he wasn't the first to be called Bond, and he knew he wouldn't be the last.

"Good morning," the young man said with a bright smile as Bond came into the office. She stood and Bond sized her up. Redheaded and thin, she looked like Bond's type. But, then again, it seemed any woman with a pulse was his type. "Commander Bond?"

"Yes," he said with a smirk. "And you are?"

"Moneypenny," she said. "Eve Moneypenny."

"Miss Moneypenny," Bond said, extending a hand. She held hers out to shake, but he took it and went in for a kiss on her hand. "A pleasure."

"Not yet," she said, quickly withdrawing her hand. She had a bemused look on her face, but Bond could see just a hint of a smile underneath it. "And, more than likely, not ever."

"Never say never," Bond quipped.

"Yes, well, he's ready for you," she said, leading him from her desk towards a wooden door. She opened it and stepped aside as Bond entered the office. It looked more like a study, books crammed into shelves on both sides of the wall. A tall and lanky middle aged man was sitting behind a rich mahogany desk. The man Bond knew a lifetime a go, the man who had saved his life from prison. He had knew him as Colonel Mallory, then. Now, he was just simply M.

"Bond," said M with an extended hand. They shook hands. It was then that Bond noticed the man sitting in the corner, smoking a cigar. "Good to see you again, I'd like for you to meet a friend."

"Colonel Nick Fury," the man said in a clipped American accent. New York, it sounded like it to Bond. "Deputy Director of SHIELD."

"Colonel," Bond said with a nod.

"Tell me, Mister Bond," said Fury. "What do you know about the terrorist organization known as HYDRA?"

[HenryJonesJr]

It works for me.

The whole Bond/SHIELD angle was always just kind of a "Hey, wouldn't it be cool if..."

Both you and Nightrunner as Daredevil are approved from my end.

[Byrd Man]

And you are approved as Leonardo.

[HenryJonesJr]

You're damn right I am!

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Also: I'm freaking torn between 3 characters for my second. Damn it.

[nightrunner]

Who are they?

[Ruby]

I hate Sample Posts. ><

Could take me a few days to get Kara up. Few days more for Madame.

[Master Bruce]

Started to think you were never coming back, Indy.

The Singular Universe
Character Application

Character you wish to portray: Batman/Bruce Wayne

Hero, villain, or walking the line?: Hero

Powers and physical attributes: Possessing no superhuman powers, Wayne spent the better part of 10 years of his life building both his mind and his body up to the point of human perfection. A master of several different methods of urban and foreign combat, he is also a skilled detective, a proficient strategist, a master of disguise, and an adept gymnast. He can also speak several different languages, and boasts an unparalled access to wealth and resources, earning him a small arsenal of customized weaponry and military prototypes, including various different vehicles, forensics technology, and espionage equipment.

Origin and backstory (as you see it): The moment that young Bruce Wayne saw his parents gunned down infront of him, everything changed. For Gotham City, it meant losing it's premiere psychiatric physician in Dr. Martha Wayne, who had spent several years running Arkham Asylum after inheriting the burden from her troubled leineage. For Wayne Enterprises, it meant losing it's CEO in Thomas Wayne, who had tirelessly helped to rebuild the city from the ground up as a means to reinvigorate Gotham's long suffering economic infrastructure. But for their young son, who was forever scarred by their violent and sudden murder, it meant so much more. As the Waynes were laid to rest, the boy who was destined to bring about Gotham's future made a solemn and secret vow - that no one would ever have to experience the pain he'd felt again. Taken in by Dr. Leslie Thompkins, a family friend and resident medical practitioner, Bruce experienced an early form of depression, rarely if ever speaking or acknowledging anyone's prescence for the first three years. It wasn't until Leslie began seeing a retired war veteran, Alfred Pennyworth, that he came out of his shell and opened up.

Taking a liking to the boy, Pennyworth moved in with Leslie and helped look after Bruce as her own health steadily declined. But as the boy matured, it soon became evident that there was only one thing that he desired - vengeance. By the time that Leslie passed away and full custody was given to Alfred, he could see it in the boy's eyes. There was no stopping him on his path to avenge his parents' deaths. Deciding to take initiative by at least guiding him onto the right path, Alfred contacted several of his peers in the military and had Bruce shipped away to them once his education was complete, to train under the masters. First was Yelena Belova, a former double agent for the Soviets who trained new cadets, once acting as Pennyworth's student at MI-6. After teaching Bruce basic weapon's training and espionage, Belova was authorised to send him off to the Marines, where he was taught under Sergeant Frank Castle in the methods of hand-to-hand combat, stealth, and interrogation tactics.

Once declining an offer to join the Marine Corps, Bruce bought the first ticket out of America and wandered the world, searching for the best instructors to teach him the skills that he didn't already have. His first stop was Brazil, where he met mercenaries Marc Spector and Al Simmons, working for the ruthless crimelord Raoul Bushman. This was Wayne's first taste of using fear against one's enemy, as Bushman wore a gruesome visage tattooed on his face in order to seize control of the Brazillian drug trade. Quickly abandoning Bushman's group, and inadvertendly inspiring Spector and Simmons to eventually do the same, Wayne continued on, leading him all the way out to Africa, then Bhutan, and eventually Tibet. Absorbing all that he could learn along the way.

While in Tibet, he was discovered by an elderly American merchant named Kent Allard, who had once gone by the name of Lamont Cranston - and furthermore, had once been the masked vigilante known as The Shadow. After bargaining with him for a chance to train under such a legendary figure, Wayne's wish was granted, as Cranston showed him how to blend into the shadows, disappear and reappear at will, and create the perception of nightmares, a method that Cranston called "clouding men's minds".

By the time he was 29, Wayne felt that his return to Gotham was imminent. But what was left waiting for him when he departed the plane home was less than ideal. In the 10 years since he had left, Gotham had become a breeding ground for suffering and corruption, spearheaded by the warring Falcone and Maroni crime families. Going deep undercover as a ski-mask clad vigilante, Wayne was able to discern that the police department was in Maroni's pocket, save for one. Lieutenant James Gordon. Deciding to try and win his trust, Wayne attempted to apprehend Jacob Weaver, said to be a direct informant for Salvatore Maroni. But his efforts ended in disaster, as he was nearly killed trying to get the information he required. Left wounded and bleeding, Wayne made his way back to the dark study of Stately Wayne Manor and pleaded for a sign. He needed to make the criminals of Gotham fear him, but he didn't know how.

Whether through coincidence or devine intervention, a manic swarm of bats exploded out from the mansion's grounds, with one in particular striking at the window of the study with it's wing. Realizing that it was the sign he had been looking for, Wayne realized that if he utilized the fearsome image of a Bat as his weapon, he'd be able to strike terror into the hearts of the criminals and the corrupt. Fashioning a costume and weapons borrowed from Wayne Enterprises' military archive, Bruce Wayne ceased to be. In his place, a dark defender of justice emerged. The Dark Knight Detective. Or as the Gazette began calling him, The Batman.

Though initially, his exploits were ill-attempted and ended in several injuries and close calls, including accidentally crashing in on a Falcone family dinner and just barely avoiding gunfire to escape, Batman's reputation as a crimefighter began to rise once he began to take down prominent members of both families and completely dismantle secondary criminal organizations, including the Grissom gang, Valestra mob, and Moxon crew. Eventually, his efforts to take down Gotham's corrupt cops paid off with the arrest of Commissioner Gillian Loeb, earning him an alignment with Gordon, who was promoted to Captain, aswell as District Attorney Harvey Dent. Intervening during a robbery at Ace Chemicals, Batman also unknowingly helped create one of his greatest foes in The Joker, who was in the disguise of The Red Hood before accidentally falling into a vat of chemicals.

Through his many accomplishments and defeats, The Batman now remains an urban myth, feared by the criminal element that helped create him. During the day, Bruce Wayne puts up the front of a bored billionaire philantropist, disinterested in the affairs of his empire at Wayne Enterprises or Arkham Asylum, which are now run by William Earle and Dr. Hugo Strange, respectively. Operating out of the secret undergound Batcave, Wayne's war on crime is only strengthening by the day, setting the seeds in motion for the legend of The Batman to inspire the good of Gotham to take their city back.

Why have you chosen this character?: Beyond the ridiculously obvious obsession I have with the character, Batman, more than in any other RPG, is a prime character for this sort of setting. The possibilities of each team-up are a big attraction as far as my pursuit of this. Imagine Batman standing side-by-side with the likes of Sherlock Holmes, or James Bond, or even coming across characters like Hellboy and Spawn. And that's not even taking the Marvel character interactions into account. Despite his status as a loner, one of Batman's best attributes is his potential for interactions, and I intend to make the most of it.

What do you believe you can bring to the RPG?: An almost encyclopedic knowledge of the Batman mythos and a passion for the character that extends way beyond the norm. I have experience writing him for several years, and I've been told my version of him is rather faithful.

Provide a sample post as the character you wish to portray, three paragraphs or more and with at least one line of dialogue:

The escalation of the war was nothing if not inevitable. Even after three years, with countless hours devoted towards the city's liberation, I've begun to realize that the cowards and the superstitious haven't only set themselves firmly into the concrete prison that Falcone's made himself warden of. They're rooted beneath it, aswell. Locked in like a cancer. And while the two remaining families sort through the mess that they themselves had made, there was a void left to be filled in Gotham's food chain of corruption. Much like the animal, you cut off two heads, two more usurp it. Falcone's drug manifest has been taken over and his weapons cartel have spilled onto the streets, bringing about the rise of a new type of street gang and endless violence. It's facts like these that would make any righteous man start to lose faith in his cause.

Fortunately. I am not one of those men.

"Where'd he go?! Oh, Jesus, where'd he go?!"

Beneath me are the scattered remains of a recent criminal import. The man who's currently running through the shipping yard, working for him, is named Jefferson Skeevers. Used to run narcotics through the East End, but that was also when Salvatore Valestra was running that territory. Once the police cracked down on the operation, Skeevers got scared enough to take the first offer for a return to the same underhanded type of dealings. He answers to a man called The Penguin, now. And despite my best efforts, I'm as in the dark to his true identity as Skeevers is.

"There! Up there! Fire!"

*BLAM!* *BLAM!* *BLAM!*

I watch from the shadows atop the delivery crane as they blast away at a particularly noisy pound of potting soil. They can only watch in stunned silence as it comes toppling down, making an even bigger mess of the docks than before. Skeevers, who was more than comfortable taking lead of the group an hour ago, backs away and shields himself with the hired muscle. With careful emphasis on stealth, I remove two batarangs from the back pocket of my belt and aim with precision. This should be relatively simple enough.

"Alright, be cool. Be cool. We need a plan of attack. And I don't see him anywhere right now, so he could've easily,"

"Hey, you guys hear that? What the hell is that noise?!"

Just as he can alert the rest of the group, the first one drops clean, hitting the ground in a complete void of consciousness. I had the tip of that specific batarang laced with a modified dose of acetylcholine, a chemical found in snake venom. Non-lethal, but it lowers the heart rate enough to force the victim to pass out instantaneously. The others look up to my previous position, but I'm already gone. Relocated to a considerably more vulnerable position when they weren't paying attention.

Behind them.

"NO! OH GOD, NO!", Skeevers screams out, being the first to spot me as the others turn. "KEEP HIM AWAY! KEEP HIM AWAY FROM ME!"

My six second lead just cost them. Multitasking, I strike the first in the trachea while using his body as a vault to land a roundhouse kick to the second, twisting his arm over my shoulder and slamming my elbow hard into his jaw. The other two aim their weapons, but a swing of the cape's metallic ridges knocks the guns out of their hand. I leap over the second and slam both boots into his nose, breaking it, sending him back with a steady stream of blood. The remaining thug tries to approach me from behind, but I anticipated his attack by the loud breaths he's taking. An accelerated heart rate betrayed him. Grabbing his arm, I crack it over my shoulder and slam my head into his face, delivering a sweep so that he promptly trips.

Five down. Skeevers to go. And based off of how fast he's running with a lungful of nicotene, he's only bound to make it five yards. So I'll give him a curteosy by cutting him off at the fourth. Removing a bola from my belt, I swing it twice over my head and toss it, watching it fly and eventually immobilize Skeevers by the ankles. He loses his balance and falls right on his face.

"P-Please,", he begs, attempting to crawl away as I approach. "I didn't organize this, I just ran the numbers, I swear! I know how it looks, but you gotta believe me, I ain't runnin' the show this time! It's all him! It's always been him!"

Grabbing this piece of filth from the ground, I pin his body against one of the crates and hold him in place with my forearm. He struggles, but even he's starting to get it. This isn't going to work out in his favor.

"I know,", I reply. "That's why I want you to take a message to your new employer."

Producing a remote detonator, I press down and listen as the Northeast warehouse explodes, succumbing to the C-4 that I planted before I made them aware of my prescence. Looking as if the grieving father, Skeevers quite literally watches all of his hard work go up in flames. Stolen cash, high-caliber weapons, drugs. All of it turns to ash in a matter of seconds. The explosion should be enough to draw the authorities here. Better make this quick - for that reason, and the fact that Bruce Wayne has a charity fundraiser to attend in fifteen minutes.

"Tell The Penguin that I don't care who he is. The docks are off limits."

I pull him closer, firmly establishing my lack of patience. Then release him, allowing him to run off with his tail between his legs. Not once does he take his eyes off of me as he slowly backs away. With any luck, the tracer I just tagged him with will lead me straight to the man I need to take off the streets. Gotham's suffered long enough under one criminal empire. They don't need to deal with another.



"Or the rest of his empire burns."

[Ruby]

Hey Brotha Bruce;

I'm going to have Madame Mirage initially base herself in Gotham. Anything I need to know?

And so you know; I'm going to do a story with Kara in the Gotham ghettos at some point. (I mean, what are they gonna do? Shoot her?)