@GreenGrenade playing Green Arrow.

I am shocked to my very core.

Where is @Bounce?

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In the greater cosmos, the people are protected by two sides in the interstellar justice system; the Lanterns who investigate crimes and the local authorities who prosecute the offenders. The call came in at seventeen forty-seven, Oa Standard Time. A domestic disturbance on an asteroid base out on the edge of space in Sector 2814. That makes it my problem. My name is Kai-ro. I carry a ring.

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The small spacecraft exited out of the singularity, a blue glow radiating from the ion drives as power was diverted to the sublight engines, the kinetic force combining with the resulting inertial to propel the pristine vessel toward the massive rock which hung like a rogue planet against the backdrop of space. Inside the space craft, a feminine voice echoed and said, "We have entered Sector 2814, quadrant Gamma-9. Adjusting vector for approach to space station Blue Heaven."

"Domestic disturbance," the squirrel-like creature growled, blowing smoke from a distinctly non-regulation cigar as he barked, "What are we now, marriage counselors?"

Bringing a hand up to his face, the young boy waved the smoke away from his face despite knowing all-too-well the futility of his actions. In such a confined environment, even with Aya's carbon scrubbers working at maximum efficiency to recycle the air quality, the noxious odors continued to burn at his nostrils everywhere in the ship. "Blue Heaven is a private enterprise. WIthout local government law enforcement, it is necessary for the Corps to provide for community police protection in order to prevent this quadrant becoming a..."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm not the Poozer here, kid," Ch'p growled, interrupting the young Green Lantern before blowing smoke in his face. "This is, what, third time we've been out?"

"Fourth," Kai-ro corrected, coughing as the smoke choked the back of his throat.

"Well, maybe if you'd busted some heads the first, second, or third time, we wouldn't be out here again," the H'lven chipmunk snapped.

"There was no criminal complaint alleged and therefore it would be unconscionable to impose..."

"I'll show you 'unconscionable' if you don't shut up and arrest something," the furry Lantern barked, waving with his cigar toward the back of the cockpit. "Now hit the beat, kid."

There were creatures in this world - in this universe - who tested the patience of even the most virtuous monk. With a sigh, the young Green Lantern hung his head as he resigned himself to the fact that Clarissi Salaak had, for whatever karmic slight Kai-ro may have caused in a prior life, partnered him with just such a creature. "Kao yao," the youth muttered in Chinese as he started toward the airlock.

"Yeah, moo goo gai pan to you too, kid."

The comment from the H'lven reached Kai-ro's ears just as he started through the exit of the cockpit, drawing his shoulders up in the only tangible display of irritation. Peace. Compassion. Peace... the boy repeated to himself, drawing in a deep breath which he let out slowly as he did the right thing and just walked away. As he stepped into the airlock, the boy brought his right hand up, adjusting the distinctive ring on his middle finger. A green aura enveloped his small form, as the exterior hatch was pulled away like a curtain to reveal the naked cosmos outside. Gently, the boy's foot drifted from off the deck as he floated freely into the vacuum awaiting him.

Space could be frightening the first time. There was no concept of up or down. No compass points with which to orient the mind. Some never overcame the vertigo. But Kai-ro? Kai-ro felt like this was true freedom. Putting his arms by his side, the child ducked and then pushed himself out through the void like a dolphin sliding through the sea. Gliding across the emptiness, the youth arced upward to arrive at an airlock that would give entry to the asteroid base. A pulse from his ring and the door parted for him, and Kai-ro stepped inside.

A century before, the asteroid had been cored out by a mining corporation. Left an empty shell, the remains of the mining station had been hastily converted into a port of call for people out on the fringe of this part of space. Pirates. Smugglers. Drug runners. The Green Lanterns knew that Blue Heaven, as it had come to be called, was nothing more than a waypoint from criminal elements drifting through the sector. But suspicion didn't amount to evidence, and so the Green Lanterns could do little more than keep an eye on the station. Still, it remained a lawless wonderland. A ghetto in space. Trash crunched under foot, along with something squishy that Kai-ro immediately tried not to think about as he made his way inside of the shoddy asteroid port.

B37T4-A, or Big Bertha, had originally been programmed as a lab assistant for a chemical company. Later advances in robotics and artificial intelligence design had led to Bertha being thrown out with the trash, but instead of being resigning herself to being reduced to scrap, the rusted automaton had wound up opening a bar out on Blue Heaven. There, she'd met up with a waste disposal unit that everyone called 'Marty' and the two had mixed like oil and water. Their passions for one another were, perhaps, impressive given the limitations of their designs, but that passion led to destructive behavior - usually by Bertha - which was of increasing concern to the residents of Blue Heaven.

That alone was concerning. It took a great deal for someone who lived on Blue Heaven to want to call the Lanterns.

As the young Green Lantern walked through the doors of the bar, an ion bolt buried itself into the wall about three feet to the left and two heads higher than he stood. The smell of residual gas coolant gave credence to the notion that such hadn't been the first shot fired, which would explain why someone would have been willing, if not eager, to call the Lanterns. In space, with the risk of the hull being compromised, no one won a gun fight.

Bertha was behind the bar, plugged into a voltage converted that had obviously made her onboard components drunk from the power surge. In one of her reedy, articulate limbs was a relic of the Kymellian Civil War, a gas-powered ion bolt caster that was little more than a high-tech slug thrower. "You whore," the robotic bar tender managed, loudly slurring her words as her servos were unable to precisely calibrate for motion. The rifle waved wildly toward a squat, dirty-looking robot. "I... I kill you and... and that automated hussy!"

"Perhaps we could begin by placing the weapon on the..."

"Bertha, my love! My binary blossom, it was nothing!" Marty's roughly synthesized voice interjected, as the squat box-like robot seemed to dance from side to side. "A thirty second upload in a parallel connection, I swear! She means nothing to me!"

Turning toward the squat machine, Kai-ro looked sternly over at the waste robot and offered, "I do not believe such protests will be effect..."

"Upload!?" Bertha echoed, drawing both Marty and Kai-ro's attention to the chemist-turned-barmaid at the distinctive sound of the caster bolt being drawn back. "UPLOAD!?"

"Upload? No, I didn't upload in her..." Marty uttered weakly.

This was, in the boy's mind, exactly what a train wreck in slow motion must look like. "Go se," the child swore under his breath, as a large green shield appeared between himself, Marty, and the bar as several ion bolts slammed into the willpower construct. This was not what he'd envisioned when he'd been chosen as Green Lantern.

"I had reconstructive surgery for you!" Bertha barked, pausing her barrage as she gestured toward what were obviously a new set of oscillating processor tubes across the front of her torso.

"Yes'm, those are nice," Kai-ro quipped vapidly, not entirely certain that made sense, and less so just what he was saying, but it made sense to say something as he gestured with both hands for her to put the caster down. "We can talk about this rationally and without the need for viol..."

"Bitch, you best recognize that's my man!"

There were very few times that Kai-ro would have offered the opinion that discussion was a useless endeavor. As the automated food processor came wheeling into the bar, however, the monk had to resign himself to the fact that this was one of those times.

"Oh, hell no!"

As Bertha roared and snapped up the rifle, the spry, young Green Lantern was already in motion. Quick as a snake, a sweep of the boy's leg had sent the rifle skidding across the bar top, as a series of green handcuffs snapped onto her reedy limbs. "Weapons discharge in an enclosed space environment is a class five misdemeanor," the youth asserted in a matter-of-fact tone. "I believe some time apart on Oa will help in alleviating this conflic..."

"GET YUR HANDS OFF MY WIFE!"

As he turned, Kai-ro saw Marty lunging for him, as the food processor came wheeling after. "That's my man!"

Had he mentioned that he hadn't signed up for this?

@Bounce But I did a salt circle, sacrificed a virgin and a goat, then said a prayer! I must have some ownership here!

@Byrd Man, I'm reading your Constantine in Matt Ryan's voice. I like it.

@Byrd Man, I'm reading your Constantine in Matt Ryan's voice. I like it.

Never had the chance to see the show, but thanks for the compliment.

Never had the chance to see the show, but thanks for the compliment.

Oh no? I rather enjoy Ryan's Constantine. Think he nails the part pretty well.

@Master Bruce -
Since Bounce has made claim to a Green Lantern, are other lanterns a no go, or would a Blue Lantern potentially be acceptable?

I think it's a little early for Blue Lanterns to be popping up.

While I understand the emotional spectrum is a large part of the Green Lantern mythos now, it took decades to introduce them in the comic books. Why not take some time establishing the GLC before rushing ahead? Especially given this is a Year One game.

I think it's a little early for Blue Lanterns to be popping up.

While I understand the emotional spectrum is a large part of the Green Lantern mythos now, it took decades to introduce them in the comic books. Why not take some time establishing the GLC before rushing ahead? Especially given this is a Year One game.

Fair. I'm probably not going to go with a GL since Bounce has made an app for one.

Working on my OP.

Prepare to be amazed.

Except for Byrd, he'll probably hate it.

And UOU Punisher is live.

EDIT: Oh, and while I'm announcing that, anyone have plans to use Kingpin as a villain? Because I'm sort of in need of a crimelord. But hey, if someone else has plans for him, I've no problem with just using generic crimelord #9107.

PMed ya with some ideas on where I’m going with the crime lords of NYC. I think we can carve out a good Year One nemesis for Frank

WIP. Just have a sample left to write. I know that this technically breaches the one character rule, but given that these two's stories are so closely entwined, I hope that it isn't too big of one.

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G R E E N A R R O W

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B L A C K C A N A R Y

^{“Why, you speak treason!”
“Fluently.”
L A D Y M A R I A N & R O B I N H O O D}

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Oliver Jonas "Ollie" Queen
Dinah Laurel Lance

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Green Arrow
Black Canary

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The Island has transformed Oliver. Put through a gauntlet of violence and death, he’s come out the other side with skills his younger self would never have dreamed of. Oliver’s an archer, and a damn good one at that. The desperation of a life spent surviving has instilled within him a philosophy of never missing, and that’s reflected in his markmanship – when he shoots an arrow, it meets its mark. His years away have seen him become a formidable combatant in peak physical condition; struggles on the Island were quick and brutal, and his style reflects that. Urban and environmental traversal were essential then, and they’re essential now – and his knowledge of Russian and Japanese don’t hurt, either. The thing he got really good at, though… really good at… was the art of killing.

But he tries not to think about that.

Dinah grew up as a semi-formed badass. Made to train in a variety of martial arts by her parents, she was already pretty good at boxing, taekwondo, krav maga and Brazilian jiu jitsu, among others – and the Island forced her to change that proficiency into mastery, far beyond Oliver’s capabilities... which should really, really scare you. Like Ollie, she’s in peak physical condition, and is even better on her feet than he is, moving through her environment with the grace of an acrobat. She’s as multilingual as he is, and has gotten quite good with a staff and sword. Probably the most noteworthy development, though, is her innate ability to emit a powerful sonic scream.

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Oliver Jonas Queen was born to Robert and Moira Queen in Star City, California, in the year of 1990. His family was extremely wealthy, his father the founder and CEO of Queen Industries, a multi-billion dollar conglomerate with a strong foothold in the international technology market. Oliver wanted for naught, his every need provided for him, and then some. His view on life was that it was easy, and one only had to take a look at him to see it: he was lazy, arrogant, and ignorant of the struggles most other people faced. As a young teen, he took a brief interest in archery, and in typical Queen fashion, he was provided with the best instructor money could hire, taught privately at the Queen Family Mansion. This would last all of two years, Oliver’s focus shifting towards other, less disciplined hobbies. Together with his best friend, Tommy Merlyn, he barely scraped through boarding school, and after it was over, all they knew was booze and women.

Dinah Laurel Lance was born to Quentin Lawrence "Larry" Lance and Dinah Drake in Gotham City, New Jersey, in the year of 1990. Larry was a cop, and saw many of the horrors that life had to offer; armed with a rather cynical worldview, he made sure that his daughter grew up with the tools to take on any trouble she might face. Boxing, taekwondo, krav maga – he made her learn it all, so that she might not one day become another statistic in his reports. When the opportunity came for a transfer to safer pastures, Larry took it, and the family moved to Star City when Dinah was thirteen. She would discover her talent for singing in junior high, taking private lessons at school and performing in school shows when she wasn’t training or helping her mother at her florist shop. She met Oliver Queen when they were twenty-two. He was an idiot, and she was unlike any other girl he’d been with before: one with character. Somehow, they started dating.

Sick of his son’s frivolous ways, Robert decided to take Oliver with him on a business trip to Beijing for his twenty-third birthday. Travelling on Robert’s yacht, The Queen’s Gambit, he hoped to talk some sense into Oliver, if not to convince him to get his MBA and take a position in Queen Industries, then to try and get him to try out philanthropy for himself, or, well... anything. Oliver saw this as an opportunity for something else; with their relationship on shaky ground, he invited Dinah along in an attempt to stabilise it, envisioning a romantic few weeks on the water. It was around then that he realised he might finally be taking something seriously. Before any serious talks, Robert gave Oliver his birthday present – Howard Hill’s bow from The Adventures of Robin Hood – in an attempt to remind Oliver of the last time he truly had a passion for something. He would attempt to broach the subject of responsibility tomorrow. But before he could do so, the Gambit was swept in a freak storm, and as it sunk, Oliver watched his father die – left to drift in a lifeboat with Dinah. They arrived at shore days later, stranded in a place they would come to know only as "The Island." Back home, Dinah Lance, and Oliver and Robert Queen were presumed dead, buried in empty coffins.

Five years later, Oliver and Dinah returned home. Much had changed during the time they were gone, and for the next four months, they would try to adjust to civilised life once more, intending to leave the horrors of the Island behind. But life has a funny way of spitting in your face.

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The biggest differences, I think, are that a) Oliver and Dinah knew each other before they started dabbling in this superhero gig, b) they were on the Island together, and c) neither of them really wants to do anything with their abilities, and would really rather just try to adjust to normal life again. Obviously, this won’t work out for them, and before long we’ll see bad guys shot at with arrows, with their eardrums blown out. It’s just a matter of time.

A thing to note is that they aren’t the Oliver and Dinah from the comics yet. They’re both still dealing with their experiences on the Island, and neither will get over them for quite some time. But they are together, and in that same fashion, they’ll eventually move past their damage, and (hopefully) take their place among the greats.

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Thomas "Tommy" Merlyn – Oliver’s best friend since diapers, now climbing the ranks of his father’s company, Merlyn Global.

Thea Queen – Oliver’s little sister, twenty years old. Sole resident of the Queen Family Mansion after Moira Queen’s passing one year ago.

John Diggle – Thea’s bodyguard, formerly Moira’s before her death. Ex-S.H.I.E.L.D., and before that, ex-Green Beret.

Walter Steele – CEO of Queen Industries, handed control of the conglomerate by Moira Queen in the late stages of her cancer. An honest man, good to Thea. Like a substitute father.

Captain Quentin Lawrence "Larry" Lance – A captain at the S.C.P.D., and Dinah’s father.

Dinah Drake – Dinah’s mother. Owns the Sherwood Florist, a flower shop at Orchid Bay.

Sara Lance – Dinah’s little sister, twenty-one years old. Became close friends with Thea following their siblings' presumed death.

Roy Harper – ???

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I can approve you for Green Arrow once you have the sample done, but Dinah's gonna have to remain firmly in the supporting character status. Which means that in the same way I can't technically stop anyone from submitting an Oracle CS, I can at least say that she's vital to my stories and advise against the person trying to pick her up. You'd have to do the same, essentially.

And as far as Bounce's Green Lantern app goes...



As for whether or not to apply for a GL alongside Bounce, that is now his decision, since he represents the Corps in-game. PM him if you want to sling a ring.

Fair. I'm probably not going to go with a GL since Bounce has made an app for one.

I do have other ideas and concepts I can explore, so if my GL app is stepping on anyone's toes I can easily put Kai-ro back on a shelf and pull down one of any number of similarly bad ideas.

I could always sub Sam Alexander and approach the same universe from the Nova Corps side. And I also have a Justice League Dark concept I drafted up for a game that fell through I could pull from as well. And then there's always pulling out Garfield Logan for random green dancing cats.

Nope. Sorry. No take-backsies.

I can approve you for Green Arrow once you have the sample done, but Dinah's gonna have to remain firmly in the supporting character status. Which means that in the same way I can't technically stop anyone from submitting an Oracle CS, I can at least say that she's vital to my stories and advise against the person trying to pick her up. You'd have to do the same, essentially.

Gotcha. Can the backstory – in that Ollie and Dinah were on the Island together – remain unchanged, but the actual sheet only be a Green Arrow one, for the sake of my concept? It all kinda hinges on that premise.

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I do have other ideas and concepts I can explore, so if my GL app is stepping on anyone's toes I can easily put Kai-ro back on a shelf and pull down one of any number of similarly bad ideas.

I could always sub Sam Alexander and approach the same universe from the Nova Corps side. And I also have a Justice League Dark concept I drafted up for a game that fell through I could pull from as well. And then there's always pulling out Garfield Logan for random green dancing cats.

I like your Kai-ro idea but would be interested in seeing you play Sam. The GLC are kind of a known quantity relative to the Nova Corps, so I feel like you could potentially have a little fun with the Nova Corps who are a bit more of a blank slate.

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I do have other ideas and concepts I can explore, so if my GL app is stepping on anyone's toes I can easily put Kai-ro back on a shelf and pull down one of any number of similarly bad ideas.

I could always sub Sam Alexander and approach the same universe from the Nova Corps side. And I also have a Justice League Dark concept I drafted up for a game that fell through I could pull from as well. And then there's always pulling out Garfield Logan for random green dancing cats.

You're fine. I'm just over here having trouble nailing down a concept, so I wouldn't want you to change and then me have nothing because then we lose your cool idea.

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Gotcha. Can the backstory – in that Ollie and Dinah were on the Island together – remain unchanged, but the actual sheet only be a Green Arrow one, for the sake of my concept? It all kinda hinges on that premise.

That's fine with me. If the CW's Arrow can retroactively shoehorn a version of Black Canary into Ollie's island misadventures, you can get by with it without much incident.

@Master Bruce Awesome. Cheers.

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You're fine. I'm just over here having trouble nailing down a concept, so I wouldn't want you to change and then me have nothing because then we lose your cool idea.

Just cause it's 'One Universe' you don't need to make a Marvel Hero into a GL or a DC char into a NovaCorps. You can always just use a generic char and have the differences be due to the union, like I'm sure the GL-Corps is different with the NovaCorps existence and vice versa, like Bounce said.

I shall get a GL post up in the morning, then.