@Sep Oh I see, you're going off the more recent versions that have Fate as actually Nabu in control of Kent's body via the helmet. I'm going further back than that; the helmet is just a (magic) helmet, Fate is merely Kent's superhero persona.
@Sep Oh I see, you're going off the more recent versions that have Fate as actually Nabu in control of Kent's body via the helmet. I'm going further back than that; the helmet is just a (magic) helmet, Fate is merely Kent's superhero persona.
I think given that each of them is over 100 years old, and is a Magic hero, Diana and Kent are probably fairly close within the Justice League, and could go on to found Justice League Dark together if that becomes a thing. What do you think?
I smushed together two of the heavier hitters of both DC and Marvels hero catalogue on the magical side. I'm sure Ghost Rider's got room in her side carriage for a sorcerer supreme if the opportunity presents itself.
Mr. Freeze was originally created to be a one-note villain whose gimmick was centered around ice and snow. But it took Batman: The Animated Series to elevate him to be one of the Dark Knight's most prominent supervillains in his Rogues Gallery. Because of his tragic backstory and personality, Mr. Freeze stood out amongst the cast as he was primarily motivated out of love whereas everyone else held vendettas or vices against Batman. While antagonist like Joker and Riddler enjoys battling the Caped Crusader, Mr. Freeze seems to be one of the few people that detest it. To the villain, every minute fighting Batman is a minute noting finding a cure for his wife so he treats the hero like an annoying pest at best to someone actively sabotaging any chances of saving his wife, Nora, at worst.
Renowned for his professionalism in villainy, his contemporaries would regard him as humorless or silently mad given his all-consuming drive to cure Nora. In most of his media portrayals, Mr. Freeze operates alone, with little to no henchmen, as he, quite frankly, lost his trust in other people since that lab accident. He believes that he alone has the skill and the integrity to cure his wife. This kind of hidden paranoia mixed with pride and wrath ensures that Batman couldn't save Nora, even if he wanted to, since Mr. Freeze has regarded him as too much of an enemy and threat to be near his wife. Whether he could be convinced otherwise remain to be seen.
P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ):
I picked Mr. Freeze because I enjoy DC villains more than the Marvel counterparts, especially when I grew up on the Dark Knight Trilogy and the DC animated cartoons. I also enjoy playing villains because as Megamind has put it, it's all about the presentation. With his glowing red eyes from his goggles and his massive freeze gun, Mr. Freeze definitely has that gothic tech feel to him. Storywise, I enjoy his struggles since he is possibly the only person who can achieve redemption since he is motivated by his undying love for Nora; not greed nor lust. Usually, I explore heroism through the eyes of the villains with stories of them trying to be heroes in spite of their own destructive tendencies and egregious sins but in Mr. Freeze's case, he is a hero (a husband saving his wife) playing as the villain. He clearly hates his lifestyle but feels trapped and locked in contempt for himself and others. It would be a good way to explore the theme "What defines a villain more? What they do or what they represent?"
Beyond that, I'm thinking of also making Mr. Freeze a bit more sociable, sociable enough to host dinner parties and make some snark. I suspect even he knows that Nora wouldn't want to wake up and see her husband become a total recluse. It could be a way for him to regain some of his humanity back through observation. Additionally, given his fanatical devotion to his wife, Nora, I would have Mr. Freeze go berserk whenever someone insults his love. He already has a patience of a saint given his slow aging process but any dishonor to his wife would ignite his fury in an instant.
The overall goal is for him to find that cure. What happens after he finds it will be interesting since he would immediately give up immediately only to run into a few roadblocks. Primarily his current identity as Mr. Freeze as he pretty much burned down his bridges with Gotham. He would discover that he can't go back to being a civilian that easily.
C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:
Currently, given that I'm the only person apping as a villain, he would most likely be a driving character for some plots. Personally, I would have him be a roaming or supporting status character since I'm not that confident in my writing ability. Other than that, he speaks with a slightly German accent and his animal motif is the polar bear
K A T H E R I N E A N N E " K I T T Y " P R Y D E ♦ S T U D E N T ♦ W E S T C H E S T E R , N Y
C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:
"What's'a matter, you never seen a teenage, all-American ghost before?"
Kitty Pryde was just your typical preteen girl with a life filled with homework, dance recitals, and a near-addiction to social media. Then, she wasn't so typical. In the span of five months, she discovered she was a mutant, had an attempt made on her life, and met the X-Men. Kitty, 15, is now going into her third full year as a student of the Xavier Institute and will have to overcome a lot of changes to the curriculum if she wants to earn her place as a member of the X-Men.
P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ):
I like Kitty as a character. I wanted to write with Bounce. That's pretty much it.
We're going to be borrowing a lot from the early 2000's New Mutants structure and feature competing teams of students trying to earn a spot as junior X-Men via a semester-long tournament of sorts. So there's plenty of space and opportunity for people to join in the shenanigans.
C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:
Kitty was the first of the new generation of students, the first mutant resident, and trainee at the mansion outside of the various, rotating members of the X-Men. She's going to be part of the New Mutants team alongside @Bounce's Cherub, and the NPCs Katie Power, Sammy Pare, and Bobby Drake which we might swap to POVs of at any time.
Cherub is the X-Baby counterpart to the mainstream Earth's mutant and X-Man known as Angel. Specifically, Cherub was created at a period in Warren's life where he was known as Archangel, the former Horseman of Death. An artificially engineering being, Cherub -- like all Adorable X-Babies -- was designed to appeal to Mojoverse audiences as part of a Murderama special. Similar to Warren during the period that he went by the identity of Archangel, Cherub possesses blue skin and a pair of techno-organic wings that are razor-sharp, with a neurotoxin on the points.
This Cherub is, in fact, not the original X-Baby encountered by the X-Men. With the X-Men remaining popular in Mojoverse media, the X-Babies are periodically "cancelled" and replaced with new clones that represent the current generation or evolution of the team. While tedious, the cancellations are often some of the highest viewed specials between seasons. This Cherub, the second X-Baby modeled on Warren Worthington III, was part of the third generation production run, with the original having been part of the first Murderama. As Warren Worthington of the X-Men had taken back the mantle of Angel and once again featured feathered wings, the decision was made to cancel this Cherub and replace him for the next season. Fleeing from the warwolves, Cherub encountered an unstable Spiral. In the chaos that ensued, Cherub accidentally fell into a portal that transported him to New York. Amid the mild panic that ensued with a flying boy over the Big Apple, the warwolves pursued him from Mojoverse, leading to the X-Men intervening.
Debate over what to do with the X-Baby continues, but in the meantime, he'd found a home at the Xavier School. Attending classes with the New Mutants, whether his current status as free of Mojo's control is temporary or not remains to be seen.
P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ):
Doc, Retired, and I kind of stumbled on a shared vision for the X-Men and New Mutants. Cherub is a character I've thought about taking a stab at developing a few times, being one of the more interesting (conceptually) X-Babies in my mind, so this seemed like a good opportunity to write a character that might not otherwise fit in a lot of narratives. And using the X-Baby version of Warren leaves the original free for someone to use.
C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:
While every Marvel writer who has touched them has reinvented them (from tweens to literal infants), this character has undergone several name changes; being first stated as Cherub, then Lil' Archangel, and finally X-Baby Angel. Each incarnation resembled the Warren of the current comics with no shared continuity between appearances. For simplicity's sake, I use the original name and tried to account for the lack of continuity and changes in appearances by adding the "cancellation" aspect to the X-Babies/Murderama story.
Rounding out the youngest New Mutants, Cherub is joined by Katie Power (Energizer) and Sammy Pare (Squidboy), who are both 13 years old for purposes of this application/continuity.
P O S T C A T A L O G:
A list linking to your IC posts as they're created. This can be used for a reference guide to your character or to summarize completed arcs and stories.
tl;dr @Retired had one job, which was to talk me out of this. Instead, he grabbed @DocTachyon and they doubled down on me. So here you go. Arguably not the worst idea I've had, but...
...yeah, this is probably the worst idea I've had.
I updated my character sheet with a pretty long (as of right now) list of characters that came to mind when I began thinking of story arcs for Ragwoman.
It's all pretty stream of consciousness on my part, so sorry if it's confusing! However, I wanted to follow some of the great examples posted so far and really toss out some ideas in terms of characters that I think could be interesting to see interact with Ragwoman (although by no means is my list exhaustive and I'm sure there are a ton of other interesting characters).
Edit: I might move some characters over from "of Interest" to actually being involved sooner rather than later, but for now I just want to ponder my really long list. Any thoughts, feedback, or interest is more than welcome, especially if you have or might have designs for any of the mentioned characters (sorry for my lack of brevity in advance).
Edit Edit: Forgot to mention the greatest comic book character ever. The Phantom. A man in purple, almost deceptively blue tights, fighting pirates with his Colt 1911s and his fists.
Cherub is the X-Baby counterpart to the mainstream Earth's mutant and X-Man known as Angel. Specifically, Cherub was created at a period in Warren's life where he was known as Archangel, the former Horseman of Death. An artificially engineering being, Cherub -- like all Adorable X-Babies -- was designed to appeal to Mojoverse audiences as part of a Murderama special. Similar to Warren during the period that he went by the identity of Archangel, Cherub possesses blue skin and a pair of techno-organic wings that are razor-sharp, with a neurotoxin on the points.
This Cherub is, in fact, not the original X-Baby encountered by the X-Men. With the X-Men remaining popular in Mojoverse media, the X-Babies are periodically "cancelled" and replaced with new clones that represent the current generation or evolution of the team. While tedious, the cancellations are often some of the highest viewed specials between seasons. This Cherub, the second X-Baby modeled on Warren Worthington III, was part of the third generation production run, with the original having been part of the first Murderama. As Warren Worthington of the X-Men had taken back the mantle of Angel and once again featured feathered wings, the decision was made to cancel this Cherub and replace him for the next season. Fleeing from the warwolves, Cherub encountered an unstable Spiral. In the chaos that ensued, Cherub accidentally fell into a portal that transported him to New York. Amid the mild panic that ensued with a flying boy over the Big Apple, the warwolves pursued him from Mojoverse, leading to the X-Men intervening.
Debate over what to do with the X-Baby continues, but in the meantime, he'd found a home at the Xavier School. Attending classes with the New Mutants, whether his current status as free of Mojo's control is temporary or not remains to be seen.
P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ):
Doc, Retired, and I kind of stumbled on a shared vision for the X-Men and New Mutants. Cherub is a character I've thought about taking a stab at developing a few times, being one of the more interesting (conceptually) X-Babies in my mind, so this seemed like a good opportunity to write a character that might not otherwise fit in a lot of narratives. And using the X-Baby version of Warren leaves the original free for someone to use.
C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:
While every Marvel writer who has touched them has reinvented them (from tweens to literal infants), this character has undergone several name changes; being first stated as Cherub, then Lil' Archangel, and finally X-Baby Angel. Each incarnation resembled the Warren of the current comics with no shared continuity between appearances. For simplicity's sake, I use the original name and tried to account for the lack of continuity and changes in appearances by adding the "cancellation" aspect to the X-Babies/Murderama story.
Rounding out the youngest New Mutants, Cherub is joined by Katie Power (Energizer) and Sammy Pare (Squidboy), who are both 13 years old for purposes of this application/continuity.
P O S T C A T A L O G:
A list linking to your IC posts as they're created. This can be used for a reference guide to your character or to summarize completed arcs and stories.
tl;dr @Retired had one job, which was to talk me out of this. Instead, he grabbed @DocTachyon and they doubled down on me. So here you go. Arguably not the worst idea I've had, but...
...yeah, this is probably the worst idea I've had.
As a new (well, second time new) father, this sheet reads as a horror character to me...
"So what if... baby, with irregular sleep patterns and requiring constant supervision... but... flying..?"
You can't be doing this to me, @Bounce. I'm going to start waking up in cold sweats checking my kid for wings...
That was a lesson Hannibal taught him on his first proper hunt. That even monsters still had their routines. If vampires only cared about devouring humankind in the most efficient way possible, most of the country would be overrun in a couple of months by hordes of ghouls and newly Turned. No, instead, they had peeves and wonts about how they went about it. Traditions and rituals were passed down from each new generation of vampire and with every passing century, as humanity progressed, so did their palette. The Nosferati had entire ‘vinyards’ dedicated to fermenting blood into red wine. The Adze preferred congealing the blood into curds. The Yuki Onna adopted the tradition of ikizukiri - drinking humans slowly while they were still alive.
It was that singular characteristic, that weakness which had been exploited by better vampire slayers than him for centuries. So, when the trail led to yet another fishmonger this month, Eric almost could feel Hannibal berating him mentally for not spotting the obvious yet again and believing that vampires were more rational than they actually were.
It was the break of afternoon in New Orleans, when the sun began to nest in the Pontchartrain. Its orange rays bled down the dappled surface, the skyline bruised a hazy violet. It was at this hour when the French Quarter started to become alive, beating with the rhythm of jazz and dance - the oxygen of the Orient pumping and flowing through the streets from Chalamette to Jefferson. Yet, for where the music could not be heard, it casted shadows of silence across the Mississippi, where the brown waters bubbled and festered as it always had throughout the course of its thousand mile journey. And in that silence dwelled the coming night: ravenous in its zest for life.
He’d been tracking a pack of new arrivals for a month now - ten to twenty strong. They’d made their presence on the westside of Uptown, far away from the territories of other sects and the CBD where the NOPD strutted around like flamingos. The scent of the Great Lakes was smeared all over them - alpine smog and the dewy aroma of pine needles that followed in their wake. He pegged them as Krieger - maybe an Anchorite but most Anchorites preferred to stay in their wheat fields and little prariers. He had been watching them for the last few days, under the disguise of plain sight and from a fair distance as they skittered from the Garden District to the Quarter, playing themselves off as tourists. Eventually, that led him to where he was standing right now.
The Trawler was a squat olive drab block in a sparsely populated neighbourhood that was accommodated by overdebted university students and old-timers who were too fond of the past to move on. There was only a single pane of glass for the average onlooker to look at the product inside. Styrofoam boxes laid in an undignified pile near the front door with an overflowing trash bin as its neighbour, bones and fish guts attracting a horde of flies.
The bell jingled, alerting the shopkeeper who was busy wiping the counter with a stained dish cloth as Eric entered the shop.
“ Hey, buddy. Store’s closed. If you have an order, you’ll have to pick it up tomorrow.“ The fishmonger slapped his hand on the counter loudly to catch his attention. Eric ignored it, continuing to parse throughout the store, stopping to look at the rows of redfish and perch that were on display on beds of ice. Their rheumy eyes stared up at him, almost pleadingly. “ You awrite in the head, man? If you don’t leave here now, I’m going to have to call the cops on you.”
Eric turned around and lowered his shades to take a better look. He took a look at the plastic name tag on his apron, with “Barry” written in flowery cursive.
“ So….” Eric drawled as he walked closer towards Barry who was shrinking with each step he took. “ Would you believe me if I said this was a surprise inspection?”
Barry’s right shoulder shifted, warily reaching his left hand somewhere under the counter. He signed. It always seemed how things always seemed to end in his line of business.
“ Damn. That’s a shame.”
In one swift practiced motion, Barry pulled out the Mossenberg from underneath the register, barrel swiveling towards him. Were he dealing with any common human, the fishmonger would have put him in the morgue by now. Unfortunately for him, dhampir reflexes meant that the shopkeeper was moving like molasses. Eric shot his hand forward towards where Barry gripped the shotgun by the stock and jammed his thumb between the trigger and the index finger. The barrel was aimed at Eric’s forehead but all the fishmonger could feel was his index finger pushing down on the trigger uselessly. Eric ripped itout of the fishmonger’s hand and tossed it away, sending it clattering to the floor. The fishmonger’s face was now paper-white, his body frozen like a statue and paralyzed in fear.
“ You - you’re the - the - “
“ Don’t say another word.” Eric lifted the collar of the butcher’s smock upwards to reveal his neck. It was thick, succulent with flowing, rich blood that just begged to be - Eric paused and shook his head as he mustered his concentration, turning his neck to the other side. His nostrils flared in disgust when he saw a cherry-red brand on his collarbone.
“ Now, listen here and listen good, familiar.” He hissed with contempt, the tips of his canines reflected in the fishmonger’s eyes. “ You’re going to walk out of this shop and call emergency services 30 minutes from now. If you dare call the police after I let you go, I will take this shotgun and ram it so far up your ass that you’ll go through puberty again, do I make myself clear?”
“ I had no - you can’t - They’ll hunt me down.” The fishmonger blubbered, eyes fidgeting anxiously. “ They’ll kill me. My master - URK!”
His speech stopped mid-way courtesy of a steel vice grip around his throat . The vampire slayer lifted him up a inch of the ground, his feet dangling uselessly in the air.
“ Only thing you gotta worry ‘bout is me hunting your sorry ass down.” He continued on, impassive to how Barry’s face was slowly becoming more red by the second. “ Now, you promise to not associate yourself with any unholy heathens from now on?”
“ Urgh.”
“ You promise to not seek out immortality through immoral means?”
“ Urghuh.”
“ You promise to pray to your lord and savior, Jesus Christ?”
“ Urgh?”
“ Nah, I’m just shitting you with the last one.” The fishmonger was then unceremoniously dropped to the ground. As he laid on the ground, heaving for precious air, Eric craned his neck down towards him and looked at him as if he were an insect.
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