How long do you think it will be before someone tries to play an alternate version of Nekro, Darkseid, Barbatos, Lucifer Morningstar, Spawn, or the Darkness?
P.s. while this looks very interesting, I won't be joining, for the time being anyway, as I have too many other roleplays on my plate at the moment.
How long do you think it will be before someone tries to play an alternate version of Nekro, Darkseid, Barbatos, Lucifer Morningstar, Spawn, or the Darkness?
P.s. while this looks very interesting, I won't be joining, for the time being anyway, as I have too many other roleplays on my plate at the moment.
While villains are included under the domain of their hero parent character, players aren't allowed to use them as their primary POV.
Here's a work in progress of my Spider-Man. I'm not really sure exactly how this character concept proposal system works, or rather if I'm doing it right? I don't know. But I wrote two very short stories about some rather mundane moments in Peter's life, setting up him going to Oscorp. Do you@Lord Wraith want me to write a story about fully fledged Spider-Man being Spider-Man, to see how that's like? Because my plan was for the first chapter or two to be about Peter's life before Spider-Man. Set up his problems and then how his newfound powers effect them.
So, I dunno. I guess I'm looking for criticism.
C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T P R O P O S A L
Spider-Man
Peter Benjamin Parker ♦ Student ♦ The Big Apple! Or, rather, a little suburb to the west of the Big Apple. ♦ The little guy.
C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:
"Looks like you've found yourself in a sticky situation! Right?"
Peter isn't Spider-Man, not yet. He's still your average high school loser. Pete never really met his parents- his mother, Mary, apparently died giving birth to him, and his father, Richard, was an aloof middling business man who died in a car crash when Peter was one. So his uncle, Benjamin, and his wife, May, took Peter in.
Peter had always known his Uncle and Aunt-by-Marriage May to be his parents. He never had any misconceptions about who his "real" parents were but he loved Ben and May like parents, and they had always wanted a kid...though the circumstances in which they finally got one were tragic.
So, Peter wanders through life at Midtown High, making above average scores and trying to figure out his place in the world. A small selection of close friends, a loving family, it's all he needs, right?
C H A R A C T E R M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S:
I want to play Spider-Man because he's the hero I know the most about and have always related a little bit too. In a freak accident, he'll get Spider-Powers. Intitially, he'll use them for his own gain. Of course, poor Uncle Ben will be killed, and it will indirectly be Peter's fault. So that general goodness inside him plus the all-encompassing guilt will drive Peter to become Spider-Man. He'll be that wholesome, scrappy superhero every universe needs.
C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:
My Peter is a mix of MCU, Raimi, his new PS4 game, and Spider-Man from a couple of PS1 games I played as a kid, and that 90's cartoon. Basically all of the Spidey media I have mainly consumed or enjoyed over the years. He's going to have a few more powers, and a few less powers. Lots of the time he's described as having super duper strength, and he will have enhanced strength in my version but not, like, too much. He can't punch somebody's head off, or whatever.
S A M P L E P O S T:
I may have gone a bit overboard, got a bit carried away.
"Yeah, okay, listen here, dood," Peter said, exaggerating the last word of his sentence. "Not in a million years could Captain Pump Action defeat the Tyrant of Los Angeles. Just wouldn't happen."
"Dude," his friend Harry eagerly contested, starting his sentence off with his favorite word, "Captain Pump Action has shotguns for elbows. Shotguns. For. Elbows. The Tyrant of Los Angeles has got a glass jaw, right?"
"N-no," Peter said, laughing. "He can turn people INTO glass, he doesn't-"
The teacher cleared her throat. It seemed that, at some point, everyone had stopped chattering in the classroom, so Peter and Harry's loud voices carried in the relative silence of the room until the end of their nerdy-ass conversation could be heard by everyone.
Ms. Kowalski looked on disapprovingly. "Is there something you boys had to say?" Some girl surpressed her giggles.
"Uh, no ma'am." Peter said.
"Nope." Harry agreed.
"Right." The teacher paused, and then continued her lecture. Trying to ignore the linger glares of their classmates, Peter looked at Harry and grimaced, sucking in air through his teeth. Harry smirked and buried his head in his arms. Yikes, Peter thought to himself, settling in for the rest of the lesson.
After class, Harry and Peter met out in the halls.
"Dude, I'm going to kill myself." Harry said, smacking his forehead into the lockers.
"Oh, relax, Harry," Peter reassured his best friend. "No one remembers that stuff except for you. And me."
"You think so?"
"Well, probably not. I sometimes think of embrassing stuff the other kids have done, so chances are they will be writing down our little moment in their diaries."
Harry groaned and laughed at the same time.
"Dear diary," Peter continued, pitching his voice into a falsetto, "Today I saw Harry and Peter being gay and talking about comic books. I'm going to bully them forever."
"Wow, dude, 'being gay'? You can't say that."
"Wait, you mean, you're not my boyfriend?"
"Oh my- God. Get away from me, weirdo."
"See you after school, Harry."
"No you won't!" Harry called out as he left. Apparently, Peter's loud-ass voice carried once again and some mega-chad heard the 10th grader joke about being homosexual and gave Peter a cruel, mocking look. Cool, Peter thought. If I didn't know any better, I'd say that was Flash Thompson, stereotypical douche quarterback. The 10th grader lowered his glasses and raised his eyebrows at the Flash, who narrowed his eyes.
"What are you lookin' at, faggot?"
Oh, okay, my guy over here is actually homophobic, Peter thought. I'm not even gay and now I have to put up with this. I sure do love school. Peter averted his gaze and walked the other way.
"S'what I thought."
A zap of anger ran up Pete's spine, but he kept walking. Hopefully this isn't a recurring pattern, Peter thought to himself. Harry had been his best friend since, like, forever. It was always the two of them versus the world. Sure, they had some other friends, but they were like two peas in a pod. It was almost a bromance, but neither of them had the emotional maturity to be comfortable with that. So instead they would just be good friends. Later that day, the two of them met up once more.
"So..." Harry said, looking down at the ground.
Peter sighed. "Yeah. Sure."
"What?" Harry said defensively.
"Sure. I'll go to that thing."
"Fuck yeah, dude!" Harry exclaimed. He then raised one of his red eyebrows. "You mean the Oscorp tour, right?"
"Yeah, I mean the Oscorp tour." Pete said, and Harry pumped his fist.
"I don't get it, Harry. I thought you hated your dad. Why do you want me to go to this thing so bad?"
Harry became solemn. "I mean, I do. I mean, I don't. He's an asshole. Kinda. I dunno. But, look, he's super rich, and I know your family is struggling, and, you're pretty fuckin' smart, right?"
"I'm an idiot."
"Okay, well, look, if you ask me, I can ask him, and he'll probably let you in. Then you could be like, an intern. Then get a real job. I'll tell him your smart. One of those bored supergeniuses. Public school is just so far beneath you, right?"
"Yeah, totally. That's the reason I have a C in spanish."
"Look, come on, asshole, I'm trying to be helpful." Harry looked a little hurt.
"You're right. I'm sorry. Thank you for inviting me to the Oscorp tour."
"No, dude, you have to ask me."
"What?"
"Yeah, you have to ask me. So I can ask him."
"I don't-"
"Please?"
Peter made an exasperated noise and looked up at the cloudy sky above. "Hey, Harry, can your super rich genius dad let me into that Oscorp tour?"
"You have to say please. Please?"
Peter gave a wide-eyed look at Harry, who said nothing. Eventually, Peter relented.
"...Please?"
"Fuck yeah, dude!"
Peter had just completed his daily twelve minute walk back home when he heard May and Ben arguing about something from behind the door. The neighborhood was a simple one, low income. Most of the paint was chipped, most of the windows were barred, most of the lawns were overgrown or dead.
The student gently rapped on the door, and the arguing stopped. He used his house-key and entered the room. Ben and May were standing in the middle of the living room. Ben's bald head was shiny and sweat, his white skin turned red in his cheeks, the way he got when he was upset. May was sitting calmly in her chair, her dark complexion showing no signs of being flustered, as she always did.
"Hey, May. Hey, Ben."
"Hello, Peter." May said warmly. "Hi, Pete." Uncle Ben said, wiping his forehead.
"Is, uh, everything okay?"
"Fine, Pete. Just fine. You wanna go to your room and play one of your video games?"
"Now, Ben, Peter should hear what we are talking about."
Ben wrung his hands. "I don't...fine."
Peter set his backpack on the ground. "What's up?"
"Pete, I, uh, lost my job at the factory today."
"Oh, Ben. I'm sorry." Peter said. They were already struggling to make ends meet, what with May not working and the factory paying less and less as time went on.
"It's fine- it's fine. That's not the issue. It's May. She wants to get a job."
"I need to get a job, Ben. I can do it."
"You-" Ben's voice 'lowered' to a harsh whisper. "You are in a wheelchair! I'll not have my own wife looking for jobs while I-..." He trailed off.
May pursed her lips. "I understand. But Ben, you also have to understand. I can take care of myself. There are accommmodations out there for handicapped people."
"What-" Ben retorted. "Get some...get some desk job? Struggle to reach things? Going up...ramps? 'Cause your...'cause your husband can't get another job? I can get another job. I'm sure there's work out there for a guy like me." Uncle Ben could be a little old fashioned. Especially since May's accident, he's convinced that it's his job and his job alone to take care of everyone he loves.
"Maybe I can get a job." Peter suggested.
May looked over, surprised, and Ben looked offended, somehow.
"My own s- nephew? Getting a job to support his uncle? That won't- that's impossible. No way. You need to focus on your, on your studies. You need to go to college. I won't have you stewing behind a french frier just to make ends meet! No, sir! I will find another job!"
May looked on expectantly. "What did you have in mind, Peter?" This provoked an exasperated noise from Ben.
"Well, it's not some fast food job. My friend Harry thinks he can get me into an Oscorp tour thing. You know, look around the office and the labs. Sign up to be an intern, maybe. And if I can be intern, maybe I could get like, an assistant's job there."
Ben was silent. May nodded. "Peter," she said, "If you want to get try and get an internship at Oscorp, than you go for it. We'd be very proud of you." She looked over at Ben.
"Of course, of course we'd be proud. I'm still looking for another job. And, and if this starts to distract you from school you quit right away, understand?"
"Yes sir, absolutely." Peter said, nodding eagerly. "And, it's just a maybe. Apparently Mr. Osborne is always looking for 'unrecognized talent' as he puts it. Maybe I could show off my secret super genius."
Ben smiled. "Yeah, that would be my boy. A regular genius, you are."
"Ben, I- I'm not actually a genius, you know that, right?"
"Don't be so hard on yourself, Pete. You've got it in there. I know it. I know a genius when I see one!" Uncle Ben said, only half-joking.
Peter rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Right. Well, we'll see if this works out, okay? I'm assuming you got some sort of severance...?" Peter trailed off. Ben nodded.
"So, we're good for now. Maybe I could be at a cushy office job, running getting coffee for scientists."
"And help them figure out their math problems." Ben said enthusiastically.
May smiled again. "Well, Peter, if that's what you want to do. Just know Ben and I are always going to support you, okay? And if you want to quit, we'll be supporting you on that, too." She was trying to act wise and strong, but Peter could make out the worry in her voice. She was worried about the future.
"Yeah. It's this saturday, from two PM to five. Apparently, Harry is going to get me a ride. I got homework to do, so..." Peter picked up his backpack again with one arm and walked into his room, slowly closing the door shut behind him. He sighed nervously and got to work on his spanish. "Donday est la banyo?" He muttered to himself.
Don't mind me, just dropping my Blade CS here. It's pretty much finished.
C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T P R O P O S A L
B L A D E
E R I C B R O O K S ♦ H U N T E R O F T H E O C C U L T ♦ N E W Y O R K C I T Y , N E W Y O R K ♦ I N D E P E N D E N T
C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:
"Come on, honeys! Let's get this party started!"
The biggest changes for this incarnation of Blade come down to two things: his level of experience, and his occupation. My attempt at Blade will see him much younger and more wild, only being born in 1998 in this universe. Blade will also be going after more supernatural creatures than just vampires; anything that goes bump in the night is fair game now. Expect him to face off against all sorts of monsters and beasts. It should also be noted that my interpretation of the vampire killer owes a good chunk to the video game series Devil May Cry, more specifically its main character Dante, another half-human hybrid hunting his own kind. Blade will focus less on quickly defeating his enemies and more on making a mockery of them, fighting in a flashy manner and frequently taunting them, all to defeat them in the most stylish way possible.
Finally, some elements of Blade's background have been changed as well. As mentioned, he was born in the late 90s as opposed to 1929, and was one of several children born whose mothers were bitten by a vampire who worked at the hospital. Most of these children died, though two lived: Eric, and another baby boy named Deacon Frost. With both of their mothers dead, they were put into an orphanage only to be adopted by vampire hunter Abraham Whistler, who raised them and taught them how to fight their own kind. Deacon rejected his human side, instead desiring to rule over the supernatural underworld; his adoptive brother and father tried to stop him, but were both defeated. Now, Eric has focused on fighting all monsters under the alias Blade, with the ultimate goal to defeat his brother, all while trying to maintain his new (and currently nameless) shop.
C H A R A C T E R M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S:
I mostly decided on this DMC inspired version of Blade due to both getting into the DMC series and also wanting to put my own unique spin on a character I'm not very familiar with. Hey, if it worked in UOU, it should work here too, right? I figure I'm at my best when I've got some wiggle room and this RP gives me the perfect chance to experiment a bit. Plus, it'll be fun to write some fight scenes that mix gun-fu with feats of acrobatic swordplay.
Regarding Blade's story, his first arc will mostly involve trying to hunt down his brother Deacon Frost, who is attempting to take over the supernatural underbelly of the world. In between attempts to find his brother, he'll be taking on other, unrelated supernatural cases. Once that's done, I'll mostly be focused on having Blade continuing to manage his supernatural hunting business and take on new cases, potentially opening the door for crossovers.
C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:
Expect there to be a lot of music in posts. That is all.
S A M P L E P O S T:
The phone was ringing.
The phone never rings.
I stepped out of the bathroom and slid into my shirt, sitting down in the chair behind the desk. Grabbing a slice of pizza from the box I had just ordered, I took a bite before taking the phone. "Yeah?" I asked around a mouthful of pepperoni and cheese.
"Are you the hunter known as Blade?" The voice was an older sounding guy, kinda creepy too.
Hm. Guy knows my name. Doesn't seem like I should hang up on him. Still, dude was missing something... "Password?"
"I was told it was 'jackpot'."
I grinned. About damn time. "Haha, finally! Last coupla weeks I've only gotten calls from people who didn't know wh-"
"I'm going to drop off a gift for you."
I knitted my brow in confusion. "A gift, eh?"
"A gift from the supernatural underworld of New York. We don't like hunters." The line went dead.
With a snort, I threw the phone back onto the receiver and stood up, finishing my pizza as I walked around to the front of the desk. "Sounds like trouble. Man, it's always one thing after anot-" Before I could finish my sentence, I felt a sharp pain through my back, as though something had stabbed me. A man walked around from behind, holding a blood coated dagger.
I needed to get to my sword. So, I promptly fell over as though defeated. "Hmph. Thought this would be harder." It was the voice of the man on the phone, and I could see the unnatural yellow glint in his eyes.
A vampire.
I sprung up to my feet and backflipped behind my desk, grabbing my sword off the wall. My body was already healing, the meat beneath my now ruined shirt knitting itself back together. The vampire paled. "N-not possible! The blade is silver!"
I chuckled. "Sorry, bro. Might have all the neat powers of a vampire, but I don't have a single one of their weaknesses." Raising the sword, I pointed the blade at him with a grin. "So come on, bloodsucker! Let's dance!"
EOBARD THAWNE ♦ TIME TRAVELER CENTRAL CITY ♦ THAWNE DYNASTY
C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:
Well, let's start with the obvious - This isn't Barry Allen. It's Thawne whom at the start of the RP will be very much like an amalgamation of his Post Crisis- New 52, Rebirth and Arrowverse counterpart. Thawne and Barry have been fighting in the Neutral Speedforce - created after Barry absorbed the Negative Speedforce, for a near infinite time. Their battle has raged on through all of time, but eventually comes to a conclusion in the present day, two months before Barry Allen would get struck by lightning. Barry is dead and Thawne is all but powerless.
Thawne is stranded in the present, he's achieved his lifelong dream - he should be content. A skip and a jump into the future and he can conquer all of time. Not quite so easily, him killing Barry has severely shaken the Speedforce and it's going to collapse on itself, for if there's no Flash, there is no Speedforce. Thawne is forced to become what he hates more than anything - he has to recreate Barry's experiment, in his place. He has to forever deal with the fact that he killed Barry Allen, and now, he'll have to take his place in history.
C H A R A C T E R M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S:
Thawne's stuck in the past - irreversably. He's powerless upon defeating Barry Allen, the speedforce is in pieces and he's all tapped out of energy. Barry's never gonna become The Flash because Thawne and him destroyed the speedforce. Thawne will have to regain a fraction of his powers by taking Barry's place in the night of the particle accelerator explosion, and then he can get the hell out of this savage timeline and enjoy his victory.
When he realizes that's not gonna happen - that time's not gonna let him, he's forced a hard pill to swallow. Time does not work without The Flash. His own existence, and in fact, the existence of the whole universe is at stake if he does not take Barry's place. Thawne hates every second of it, but he has to retrace every step Barry took during his time as the Flash, starting from the very beginning. Thawne uses the help of the super computer Gideon to monitor the timeline, to make sure he's on the right course.
N O T E S:
Supporting Cast; GIDEON; AI extraordinary. Formerly belonging to Rip Hunter, but when Thawne ripped his throat out in the 31st century, he took the AI for his own. Cisco Ramon - S.T.A.R Labs engineer and mechanical genius. Dr. Albert Michaels - S.T.A.R Labs Particle Scientist Dr. Tine McGee - MetaHuman specialist and head of Central City Star Labs. Dr. Harrison Wells - Head scientist focusing on Dark Matter, the particle accelerator was his work.
Other Notes; He goes by the name Eddie Thawne in the 21st century, he works as a custodian at the CCPD.
S A M P L E P O S T
Life's got a weird way of taking you for a ride. One day, you're fighting your archnemesis for eons. You've seen the birth of a solar system, and the death of several during the battle. You've lived endless lifetimes in a bizarre, 360 degree war zone where from every flank, someone who wears yours - or your enemy's face comes swinging at you. You've hurled lightning bolts the size of stars and you've hit each other with enough power to pierce through a planet.
Yet, it ends, almost as it began. In a field in the suburbs, a few hundred meters from the house where his life began, and so did yours, in a way. It ends in the pouring rain, the worst thunderstorm in 50 years had swept over Central City, and you can't help but feel like it was your doing. Everything slowed down, not in the hyperspeed way it normally does, but in a way I haven't felt since I was a child. My hand vibrating through his heart, he's paralyzed, surprised and terrified, my hand vibrates in unison with his heart and for a split second, my red eyes meet his and I almost feel sad that it's over. His heart explodes and tears a hole through his chest. I don't get to do more than a few moments of celebratory joy - I had after all finally done it. I had killed The Flash. Nobody would ever stop me again.
That's what I thought. His body hadn't even gotten cold before the speed force swallowed him. It ate him up. And it was coming for me next. Without The Flash, the timeline's a lot less willing to allow paradoxes to exist. The speedforce was falling apart. It needed a new host - a new beacon. Luckily, I had landed on the day of the Particle Accelerator explosion. The day Barry Allen became the most hated man in history. I have seen it countless times, I'd held a knife to his throat, I've planted explosives, I've been about to break his neck.
I've taken everything from him. His wife, his mother, his children and now, even his life. But I had never taken his lightning. Not until now.
My name is Eobard Thawne, and I am, without a doubt, the fastest man of all time.
Don't mind me, just dropping my Blade CS here. It's pretty much finished.
C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T P R O P O S A L
B L A D E
E R I C B R O O K S ♦ H U N T E R O F T H E O C C U L T ♦ N E W Y O R K C I T Y , N E W Y O R K ♦ I N D E P E N D E N T
C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:
"Come on, honeys! Let's get this party started!"
The biggest changes for this incarnation of Blade come down to two things: his level of experience, and his occupation. My attempt at Blade will see him much younger and more wild, only being born in 1998 in this universe. Blade will also be going after more supernatural creatures than just vampires; anything that goes bump in the night is fair game now. Expect him to face off against all sorts of monsters and beasts. It should also be noted that my interpretation of the vampire killer owes a good chunk to the video game series Devil May Cry, more specifically its main character Dante, another half-human hybrid hunting his own kind. Blade will focus less on quickly defeating his enemies and more on making a mockery of them, fighting in a flashy manner and frequently taunting them, all to defeat them in the most stylish way possible.
Finally, some elements of Blade's background have been changed as well. As mentioned, he was born in the late 90s as opposed to 1929, and was one of several children born whose mothers were bitten by a vampire who worked at the hospital. Most of these children died, though two lived: Eric, and another baby boy named Deacon Frost. With both of their mothers dead, they were put into an orphanage only to be adopted by vampire hunter Abraham Whistler, who raised them and taught them how to fight their own kind. Deacon rejected his human side, instead desiring to rule over the supernatural underworld; his adoptive brother and father tried to stop him, but were both defeated. Now, Eric has focused on fighting all monsters under the alias Blade, with the ultimate goal to defeat his brother, all while trying to maintain his new (and currently nameless) shop.
C H A R A C T E R M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S:
I mostly decided on this DMC inspired version of Blade due to both getting into the DMC series and also wanting to put my own unique spin on a character I'm not very familiar with. Hey, if it worked in UOU, it should work here too, right? I figure I'm at my best when I've got some wiggle room and this RP gives me the perfect chance to experiment a bit. Plus, it'll be fun to write some fight scenes that mix gun-fu with feats of acrobatic swordplay.
Regarding Blade's story, his first arc will mostly involve trying to hunt down his brother Deacon Frost, who is attempting to take over the supernatural underbelly of the world. In between attempts to find his brother, he'll be taking on other, unrelated supernatural cases. Once that's done, I'll mostly be focused on having Blade continuing to manage his supernatural hunting business and take on new cases, potentially opening the door for crossovers.
C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:
Expect there to be a lot of music in posts. That is all.
S A M P L E P O S T:
The phone was ringing.
The phone never rings.
I stepped out of the bathroom and slid into my shirt, sitting down in the chair behind the desk. Grabbing a slice of pizza from the box I had just ordered, I took a bite before taking the phone. "Yeah?" I asked around a mouthful of pepperoni and cheese.
"Are you the hunter known as Blade?" The voice was an older sounding guy, kinda creepy too.
Hm. Guy knows my name. Doesn't seem like I should hang up on him. Still, dude was missing something... "Password?"
"I was told it was 'jackpot'."
I grinned. About damn time. "Haha, finally! Last coupla weeks I've only gotten calls from people who didn't know wh-"
"I'm going to drop off a gift for you."
I knitted my brow in confusion. "A gift, eh?"
"A gift from the supernatural underworld of New York. We don't like hunters." The line went dead.
With a snort, I threw the phone back onto the receiver and stood up, finishing my pizza as I walked around to the front of the desk. "Sounds like trouble. Man, it's always one thing after anot-" Before I could finish my sentence, I felt a sharp pain through my back, as though something had stabbed me. A man walked around from behind, holding a blood coated dagger.
I needed to get to my sword. So, I promptly fell over as though defeated. "Hmph. Thought this would be harder." It was the voice of the man on the phone, and I could see the unnatural yellow glint in his eyes.
A vampire.
I sprung up to my feet and backflipped behind my desk, grabbing my sword off the wall. My body was already healing, the meat beneath my now ruined shirt knitting itself back together. The vampire paled. "N-not possible! The blade is silver!"
I chuckled. "Sorry, bro. Might have all the neat powers of a vampire, but I don't have a single one of their weaknesses." Raising the sword, I pointed the blade at him with a grin. "So come on, bloodsucker! Let's dance!"
While I appreciate some of your eagerness, official acceptances won't be made until the OOC is live. This means you have time to refine and work on your concepts if you so wish, those of you who are happy though, hang tight. With this much interest you can be sure the OOC will be up by the end of the week.
