Will someone point me to the character sheet/template?

The app looks like a beast... 'sides that

Someone covered the X-Men team, so I want to do Gambit I really want to do Magneto but I was told he was unacceptable.

Alright, cutting straight to the chase. I know it's been a while and all but I've been busy (in a good way) and I lost the motivation to write up the idea I had in mind. With that said, I'm not dropping out, but if it's allowed, I'd like to temporarily make Raven a villain. That's following the comics a bit more closely and it'd be fun to write.

If not, then it's fine. I'll wait for a crossover or crises, or possibly rewrite some stuff I had in mind.

@Lord Wraith

OK So, I can try with the cajun firestarter? lol

@Lord Wraith

A trigger event would make her have an emotional breakdown and with some interference from her father, she would turn. I was thinking somehow she gets convicted for the murder of her classmate (a certain prosecutor could be working the case *wink*) and that'd the final straw for her. This could either be a crossover or I can go solo.

I see webboy and think spiderman but no. I see star lord and think guardians but no. How dare u confuse me with ur awful schemes! D:<

I see webboy and think spiderman but no. I see star lord and think guardians but no. How dare u confuse me with ur awful schemes! D:<

@webboysurf Well I must say you definitely caught me by surprise with the mysterious figure. Curious to see how you explain this one moving forward.

Think I’m going to just post my app when I wake up tomorrow. When I edited it I kinda made the other player’s approval a bit unnecessary, but I wanted it anyway for courtesy sake and stuff buuuut I’ve been waiting for ages so whatever.

Lmao I’m not upsetti b just four days older *old man noise*

oh worm [+]

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^{"You know how, on Earth, they rate everything? One star. This is a one star."}

Mon-El has spent his entire life being manipulated by the future. From the far off 31st century an alien called Brainiac-5 sent him a gift; a golden ring, marked with an 'L' shaped emblem. It was called a Legion ring, and it was worn by a group of heroes called the Legion, founded by his future-self alongside Brainiac-5, alias Querl. Usually it's only function was to allow the wearer to fly, but this one held one other very specific task; that of housing an AI known as Worm, designed first as an assistant aboard the Legion's cruiser, and then stripped down to the bare essentials and sent backwards in time.

Worm was the last of the Legion aside from Bainiac-5, the others lost, slain, or unmade. Ultimately they were trapped in the Zero Hour, an averted timeline fading from existence. With limited equipment and time only the most important information and directives were stored in the ring, and upon it's activation settling around an infant Daxamite's finger, Worm woke up.

Mon-El kept his friend secret, and so he grew up judged as a strange child. He learned things his parents would rather he hadn't, he listened to and was sometimes caught speaking with voices that weren't there, and he had an affinity for technology that looked almost like magic, or at least it would look like that to someone who didn't know he had his own personal AI helping him along. Still, Worm could only do so much in these early stages. Mon-El would not travel to the future for a long time, but at least some of his more oblivious, callous history could be rewritten.

Earning the moniker of the Precocious Prince, Mon-El became something of a reformist on Daxam, challenged and advised as he was by Worm's influence. He rolled his eyes with the rest of them at the arrogant condescension of the supposed enlightened people of Krypton, but spoke out against Daxam's traditional caste system, worked to raise living standards among the lower classes, and expand his kind's stellar industries. Unfortunately for him his parents largely opposed him, refusing him a platform and discrediting his arguments in favor of their own more exploitative traditionalist policies. Under the alias Valorium, aided by Worm, he managed to spread his views beyond the palace anyway, and gain enough support among the important families to instigate some limited change.

However Worm's plot to save Mon-El's home failed. As long as the AI refrained from sharing the truth of it's origins, it could only do so much. The shipyards did not produce near enough ships to aid Daxam in any large scale evacuations, the King and Queen only entertained Mon-El's worry about the fall of Krypton long enough to laugh at the concept, and Worm made little progress reaching the sister planet, much less contacting someone important enough to do something about it.

No matter what they did, they were too late. No matter how intelligent he proved himself, or how much data he collected, Mon-El was too young to be taken seriously, too unusual, too radical. When Krypton went out, Daxam followed. Mon-El escaped the planet, but refused to leave his people- so Worm, knowing there was nothing they could do, hacked his pod, activated the stasis sleep, altered the destination to Earth, and tweaked the settings so Mon-El would forget his last hours on Daxam.

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In the future Mon-El made a valuable friend and ally, one who leapt at the chance to save their friend from his woeful end. When the chains around time loosened just enough to allow it, Brainiac-5, who was trapped in a timeline where the Legion of Super-Heroes met an untimely end at the paradox point of the Zero Hour, altered and transported the Legion cruiser's AI, called Worm, into the past, housed in a Legion ring and wrapping around an infant Mon-El's finger.

Years later, Mon-El arrives on Earth, a world he knows nothing about, in a Daxamite escape pod, with only his friend and confidant, the AI in his ring called Worm, to help him. With hazy memories, Mon-El knows only that something bad had happened on Daxam, and Worm informs him that large amounts of radiation rendered them deactive, and they've lost significant amounts of data pertaining to the events that led them to boarding the ship, a claim Mon-El has no reason to doubt.

Now whilst striving to learn more of his homeworld's fate, Mon-El is encouraged to enjoy this time out from under his parent's heels and effect some good and positive change on this primitive planet, who's star has given him the most unusual powers...

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Mon-El and Daxam are largely inspired by the CW's Supergirl series, but as you can tell there's a lot of comic stuff twisting it to my own vision as well. Daxam and Krypton are rivaling planets in the same system, Daxam was founded by the Kryptonian Dax-Am, and Daxamites have the same powers and weaknesses as Kryptonians - what's that? Lead? I don't know her.

Mon-El is young, about 21 if you need an exact number. Face claim Chris Wood; dark brown hair, grey eyes, 6 foot, caucasian nerd. His parents are King Kel and Queen Rhea for any who might already know the names of the Daxamite royal family. Worm I'm inventing straight out of thin air because I really just want to say 'oh worm' all the time.

Their arrival on Earth was delayed because the ship is old, no Phantom Zone shenanigans or what have you.

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• Worm: An artificial intelligence with limited knowledge of future events. They possesses the ability to hack and utilize technology of lesser or equivalent advancement from a reasonable distance and is also capable of connecting to networks such as the Internet, creating images via holograms, and speaking directly into the mind of the wearer via skin-contact, though it cannot read said mind. Worm themself has no gender, their voice being described as computerized and generic. They are Mon-El's greatest and longest friend, having a bond like that of family. Like a father should be, Worm has been something of a mentor and teacher, but they are also a team, it's always been the two of them against the world. Should Worm's lies and manipulations come to light however...
• Brainiac-5, "Querl": Brainiac-5 is of the future, specifically the 31st century at a paradox point known as the Zero Hour. Five created the Legion ring and the AI residing within it to help alter the past to a more favorable outcome in hopes of saving his fallen friends, delivering the item via a limited form of time travel straight to Mon-El's finger.
• The Royal House of Daxam: As a son of King Kel and Queen Rhea of Daxam, Mon-El is royalty, the Prince and supposed successor to the throne. While it's true he and them don't see eye to eye on politics and a great many other things, they are still family, and they love their planet. Much as they might argue and plot, he does love them, though how much of that is unhealthy rationalizing remains to be seen, especially with the examples set by human families on Earth.

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M O N - E L

The palace shook, the grand pyramid structure actually quaking even in the far deeper levels. Mon-El paused, exchanging a concerned glance with his contact. "Go." The woman said, urgently, before pulling up the hood of her cloak and racing down the dark corridor. Mon'El himself did the opposite, shedding his hooded coat and pulling out a glass tablet, which immediately lit up. He'd barely connected to the palace network before emergency broadcasts filled his screen.

"Worm, what's happening?" He asked, even as he saw the text become unreadable from interference. Things like that didn't happen, the local network was the best on the planet, not to mention he was practically right beneath the major transmission nodes. "Is that radiation?" He demanded, disbelieving.

There was a moment before the AI responded, voice computerized even when speaking directly into his mind. "The signature is unknown, but you are correct, it is highly radioactive. Exposure would be... ill-advised." There was another pause as Mon-El quickly began walking back the way he'd came, heading for the stairs that would take him to the ground floor, which would hopefully have someone who could tell him what was happening. As if reading his mind, which, despite their ability to transmit into his head, wasn't actually possible, Worm chimed in with a a concerning observation. "Length and pattern of vibrations suggest multiple heavy impacts, radiation signal implies these are not detonations of any known warheads. I have a-" The sound of terrified screaming reached them from the end of the corridor, interrupting Worm's nervous voice.

Mon-El sped up into a run, fear motivating him into a sprint. He emerged from the corridor into a war zone. Fires raged, parts of the ceiling caved in, rubble littered the floor, and everywhere there was blood and bodies, many of which were unmoving. "My Prince!" Someone screamed, Mon-El barely had time to turn his head before a man was colliding into him, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him towards the exit. It was too loud after that to hear anything else, and when they passed the ruined doors, Mon-El jerked to a halt.

Above them a rain of giant rocks were falling from the sky, and beyond that he could see the moon had turned red and cracked, as if it was falling apart too. "What-"

"Krypton is gone from the sky." Worm noted, voice void of emotion. Mon-El knew exactly what that meant.

Krypton had a fair few conspiracy theorists that thought their planet was under threat of dying, and they'd convinced several members of government that it was true, but on the whole it was being denied. He only knew of it because Worm had brought it up months ago as 'interesting' and 'unsettlingly likely', but he'd never imagined... Krypton was gone from the sky. Gone. How violent had it's death been? And now what? Was this Krypton's remains falling on their heads? Crushing his people? "We have to help them." He said breathily, so shocked that despite his words he didn't make a single move to help anyone, or even look away.

"We can't do anything, we have to go!" The man from before, a guard he realized now, pulled him from his daze, taking him by the hand and racing away. Something green glittered at the edge of his vision, but he felt it before he saw it. He felt like he'd suddenly caught fire and flinched away, turning to see a great hunk of neon green crystal crush the top of the pyramid, causing the whole palace to collapse.

His scream of denial was swallowed by the dust cloud that rushed out from the impact, little green particles in the air shooting straight into his eyes, down his throat, through his hair, knocking him clean off his feet and filling his insides with flaming pain. As the cloud around them disappeared, Mon-El found himself staring into the sky again. The moon was in pieces.

"Get up! Get up! Get up!" Worm demanded, tones chirping and frantic. He was hauled to his feet, the guard was gone and this time it was a man sporting the symbol of Krypton pulling him along. He was speaking rapidly, eyes wide and desperate, but Mon-El had no idea what he was saying. He was pretty sure his ears were bleeding. Worm filled him in with a furious hiss: "What are you doing?! He's going to kill you!"

In quick succession Mon-El realized three things. One; the Kryptonian was armed - and with a Daxamite palace guard's weapon, the guard it belonged to now a lifeless corpse. Two; he had definitely spotted a Kryptonian sub-light ship crushed by debris outside the palace's entrance. Three; there was a ship ahead of them. A Daxamite emergency pod had been triggered, it rose from the underground hangar and popped open it's fore-window automatically. It had only one seat. The Kryptonian would need Mon-El if he wanted to leave, the ship wouldn't take off without a Daxamite in it: a holdover from the war, a security measure often bypassed with Daxamite blood spilled across the internal scanners.

An impact caused the Kryptonian to stumble, and the vibration knocked Mon-El from his grasp to his knees. Instantly the world of sound invaded his ears, his hearing restored from the unexpected jarring. Quick as lightning he knocked the Kryptonian's feet from under him, giving himself no time to recover before kicking the gun away and sprinting for the pod. He was leaping over the side and into the seat in seconds, booting up navigation and activating the engines. They were airborne before a course had even been plotted.

"Worm! Activate the remaining hangar exports! Get as many emergency pods up as you can!" His order was hoarse, his throat raw from the inhaled glowing green dust. It felt like fire yes, but also like thick poison sliding through his veins.

There was a long pause, Mon-El dodging falling debris and keeping his eyes on the ground, waiting desperately as the seconds ticked by and still the pods didn't rise. "...I'm sorry, but I can't. The commands were in the local network, the chamber would have been crushed when... when the palace collapsed. I'm sorry my prince." Worm's words were colored by guilt and regret, and Mon-El felt his blood turn to ice in his veins.

Wait- his blood was- it was so cold- "Worm?" The screen started to cloud over, turning hazy, and his eyes felt heavy.

"I'm sorry, we can't help them. We have to go." Worm's whispers faded away, and slowly, Mon-El began to forget... but he dreamed of ash, and of sinister green light.

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