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[h3][sup][sub][color=silver] Peter Benjamin Parker [color=red]♦[/color] Photojournalist [color=red]♦[/color] Queens [color=red]♦[/color] Independent [/color][/sub][/sup][/h3][img]https://i.postimg.cc/bNrm7Ypk/Amazing-Spider-Man-Renew-Your-Vows-Vol-2-23-Textless.webp[/img]
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[CENTER][sup][color=silver]"How witty are we talking?"[/color][/sup][/CENTER]
[INDENT][INDENT]With great power comes great responsibility. These were the last words of advise Uncle Ben gave before his death at the hands of a common mugger. Peter Parker took those fateful words to heart, dedicating the rest of his life to protecting the people of New York City. Wielding mutated powers gifted to him by a genetically-altered spider, Peter Parker is your friendly neighborhood SPIDER-MAN.

His first love, Gwen Stacey, died in his arms at the hands of the Green Goblin. When Peter discovered the Goblin was actually his mentor and his best friend's father, Norman Osborn, Peter confronted him. Their climactic battle ended with Norman suffering mortal wounds. Harry Osborn preserved his father's life with experimental cryogenic tech, and vowed terrible vengeance against the violent vigilante, Spider-Man. 

Since gaining his powers at the tender age of fifteen, Peter's vigil over New York City has stood unbroken for over two decades. He's clashed with dozens of costumed villains, murderous vigilantes, corrupt businessmen and petty tyrants.

Peter married Mary-Jane Watson, acclaimed actress and close friend. The two had a daughter together, Anna-May Parker, and moved into Forest Hills, Queens. Peter finally received the recognition he deserved from J.J. Jameson and earned himself a permanent position at the Daily Bugle as a crime reporter and photojournalist. 

Anna-May is sixteen years old now, and Peter's worried she may be developing superpowers of her own. Raising a teenager is hard enough on its own without [i]superpowers[/i] involved. He wants nothing more than to let her live the normal life that he never did. [/indent][/indent]

[COLOR=red][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]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:[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][INDENT][INDENT]I've been greatly enjoying the Ultimate Spider-Man run and started re-reading Renew Your Vows, and felt inspired to write a Spider-Man that's grown up. He's a family man now, with even more personal responsibilities than ever before. Peter Parker's struggle to juggle the many different facets of his life is a core part of his character, in my opinion: can he really continue to protect the city as Spider-Man without neglecting his personal life? Can he hold down a decent job, pay off his mortgage, and afford to send his kid to school someday? His every day struggles are deeply relatable to me, and those are the aspects I find most compelling and plan to integrate into his story.

Of course, the hard part isn't just getting by: its doing all that while villains in colorful costumes and gangsters in pin-stripped suits attempt to tear New York City apart, and Spider-Man's the only one that can stop them. At this point in his life, he's battled all of his classic villains: from Doc Ock, the Lizard, and Sandman to his arch-nemeses, Venom and the Green Goblin. Norman Osborn is trapped in a life-threatening coma after his last bout with the webhead, yet his son, Harry, has donned the goblin's mask in search of retribution.

Peter's been Spider-Man for over twenty years now. He's been in more superhero team-ups than there are hours in the week. I'm hoping to leave a lot of room for other spider-adjacent characters like Miles Morales, Silk or even a heroic Venom to be picked up by interested parties.[/indent][/indent]

[COLOR=red][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]C H A R A C T E R   N O T E S:[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][INDENT][INDENT][color=lightgray][b]►[/b][/color] [b]Mary Jane Watson-Parker:[/b] MJ is a lifelong friend of Peter Parker and, as of fifteen years ago, his wife. She's an award-winning actress, best known for her role in the action-comedy trilogy [i]Jackpot[/i] by Cage McKnight, and a former fashion model. Since the birth of her daughter, Annie, she's moved back to NYC to focus on her family. She regularly acts in and directs smaller, indie projects with local Hollywood hopefuls. During emergencies, she dons the Regent-powered [b]Spinneret[/b] suit, which allows her to borrow Peter's powers for a short time.

[color=lightgray][b]►[/b][/color][b]Anna-May Parker:[/b] Daughter of Peter and MJ, Anna is sixteen years old. She's inherited the fierce intellect and endless curiosity of her parents. Ever since she learned her father was Spider-Man she's dreamed of having powers of her own and fighting crime alongside him, despite his insistence against it. More than once Peter has found Annie tinkering with his web-shooters and spider-bots when she should've been sleeping.

[color=lightgray][b]►[/b][/color][b]Harry Osborn:[/b] Harry Osborn was once a brother to Peter Parker. The two grew up together, thick as thieves all the way from childhood to the end of high school. One would've thought them inseparable before the death of Gwen Stacy at hands of the Green Goblin. An enraged Spider-Man sought out the Goblin in his home- [i]Norman Osborn's[/i] home- where he had neither his glider nor his pumpkin bombs to aid him. Peter would've killed Norman if not for Harry's intervention. Angry, confused and betrayed, Harry did all he could to save his father, freezing him in a cryogenic tank in the hopes of finding some means to save him. Grieved by what's become of his father, Harry took a sample of the 'Goblin Formula' that Norman once consumed: trading his already strained sanity in for the power he needed to reap retribution from Peter Parker.

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[COLOR=red][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]S A M P L E   P O S T:[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][INDENT][INDENT][hider=Sample Post][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/c9OstCS.jpeg[/img][/center][indent][sub][color=gray][b]MARVELS: Streets of New York Presents:[/b][/color][color=lightgray] THE SPECTACULAR SPIDER-MAN[/color][/sub][sup][right][b][color=gray]ISSUE #0:[/color][/b] [color=lightgray]ALONG CAME A SPIDER [/color][/right][/sup][/indent][hr][indent][color=lightgray][sub][b]Queens [color=red]♦[/color] New York City[/b][/sub][/color][/indent]
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The L train screamed through Broadway Junction station like a bat out of hell, smashing apart a hastily erected barricade in the middle of the track. NYPD officers and MTA workers scattered as debris flew through the air in every direction. At the front of the train, a man in a yellow-quilted costume stood in the cabin, his vibro-shock gauntlets embedded in the controls. "What do you think, boys? Can we make this thing go any faster?!" He cackled, sending another wave of electricity flowing through the system.

A gang of turtleneck-wearing, assault rifle wielding professionals made their way up and down the train's cars, stripping the trapped passengers of all their belongings. After being sufficiently departed from their valuables, the passengers were herded into the central cars and zip-tipped together.

"ACC-EL-AR-ATE! Hahaha!" Shocker shouted over the radio. 

One of the hired guns looked to his partner and smacked a palm against his forehead. "This idiot's going to get us all killed."

"Y'know, I was thinking the [i]same[/i] thing." Spider-Man agreed, wrapping an arm around the gun-totting thief's shoulder. "You guys deserve better. You think Kingpin's hiring these days?"

The gunman shouted a confused splurge of curses, each gaining an octave as he realized just how screwed he really was. Before he could shift his rifle around or take a step away, he found his feet leaving the ground and the ceiling quickly approaching. He screamed, and his face smashed directly into the roof just as a white, sticky substance slapped against the back of his head, pinning him in place.

The second thief whirled, firing a spray of bullets right where he'd seen Spider-Man just a moment ago. Instead of tearing holes into his blue-and-red spandex-ed ass, they instead poked holes into the windows and seats of the train car. "Where'd he-"

"Over here, champ." Spider-Man tapped the guy's left shoulder so he'd twist toward it, only to slam a fist into his right cheek. He was sent careening head over heels to the floor, where another spurt of webbing stuck him firmly to the floor. The thief groaned.

"Hm, sounds like that hurt. Make sure you apply for worker's comp. And put some ice on that!" Peter wagged a parting finger down at the goon before turning and jogging down the car.

There were a lot of people tied up in this car. Peter felt a twist of anxiety in his gut as he realized how stupid it'd been to stunt on those guys with so many innocent people packed in like sardines here. It was pure luck no one had been hurt. Stupid; the kind of mistake he would've made when he was a rookie, but he should know better by now.

"Everyone okay?" He asked, slipping through the train car and freeing each and every one of them. People grabbed at his arm for his attention, looking for comfort in frightening times. Peter felt woefully under-qualified to offer it. All he could do is offer confident words and held hands. They were fathers, mothers, someone's kids. They all reminded him of people he'd failed to protect before.

Parker stood. "Alright, everybody. Stay here. Find something to hold onto." He turned, and started toward the next car. "I've got a train to catch."

Clearing the next car took no time at all. Peter had his game face on, and a handful of frightened train robbers fell quickly. They could barely see the blur of multi-colored, arachnid-themed pajamas as he web-zipped from one side of the car to the other. He needed to be quick about this, but the real struggle was never going [i]too[/i] fast. Too much momentum, or one reckless punch and one of these jerks might be headed for the morgue instead of a hospital.

A faint buzz in the back of Peter's mind told him to duck, and he obliged. Just as he did it started raining bullets as machine gun rounds tore down through the ceiling and peppered the interior below. With a flick of his wrist, he attached a web to the wall and flung himself through a window and flipped up to the top of the train. A blur of buildings and treetops flew past as he confronted the gunman: a burly man the size of a hotdog cart, a massive, belt-fed fire arm in his meat paws.

"Hey, jerkface!" Peter rushed him, ducking underneath another spray of bullets and sliding between the gunman's legs just to pop up behind him. With a quick pat to the back Peter attached a drone to his shirt, grabbed him and tossed him into the air.

A parachute burst out of the back of the drone, catching the train's slipstream and launching its passenger into the great beyond.

"That's what you get for not paying the fare!" He shouted after the rapidly ascending balloon-man.

With the last of Shocker's henchpeople dealt with, all he had left to do was take down the head honcho himself. 

New York's tackiest-dressed supervillain had no idea what was coming for him. He was all too absorbed in the thrill of pushing the train to its absolute maximum speed, blowing through every station and grinding down the railway in the process. At this speed, the chances of derailing at every sharp turn were high. Too high. The NYPD had helicopters pursuing it, but even they were having trouble keeping up at this point.

Shocker didn't see much more than a flash of red booties before the front window shattered inward and double kick sent him careening out of the driver's seat. Tumbling head over heels, he tore chunks of steel out of the flooring with his gauntlets as he flailed wildly about in surprise.

"A train robbery, Herman? Really? Were you stuck watching nothing but Gunsmoke re-runs in prison?" Spider-Man crouched atop the busted control console, every muscle in his body tensed like a spring even as he ran his mouth. 

"What else we s'posed to hit in this town anymore?" Shocker grumbled, stumbling back to his feet. "Half the banks are owned by Maggia n' the other half's Kingpin's turf! Even I ain't crazy enough to mess with 'em. Guys like us can't make a living these days."

"Have you considered opening a quilting boutique? I know a few grandmas who'd go buck-wild for that costume."

"Screw you. Imma finally squash you like the bug you are!" Shocker growled, and charged. 
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[COLOR=SLATEGRAY][CENTER][sup][h1][center][img]https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/marveldatabase/images/0/0d/Hobart_Brown_%28Earth-616%29_from_Prowler_Vol_2_5_001.jpg[/img][/center][b][center][color=darkmagenta] H O R N E T[/color]
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[color=silver][sup][i][color=darkmagenta]"[/color][color=chartreuse]Well, you know Pete, Prowler was never exactly the most creative name either.  I work with pneumatics, not words...[/color][color=darkmagenta]"[/color][/i][/sup][/color][/CENTER][table][row][/row][row][cell][center][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] C H A R A C T E R   P O R T R A I T[/color]
[color=lightgray]C H A R A C T E R   P O R T R A I T[/color] [/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][sup]_________________________________________________________[/sup][img]https://comicvine.gamespot.com/a/uploads/original/3/31666/5606761-prowler2016006-cov.jpg[/img]
[sup]_________________________________________________________[/sup][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] C H A R A C T E R   S U M M A R Y[/color]
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[sub][COLOR=darkgray]Hobart 'Hobie' Brown   [b]|[/b]   Motts Hunt, The Bronx - Formerly Harlem
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[COLOR=darkgray]Selfemployed - Pneumatics Engineering Systems Consultant[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=darkgray]Former Criminal - Never Charged[/COLOR]   [b]|[/b]   [COLOR=darkgray]Infiltration Specialist[/color][/sub][/center]
[indent][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] C H A R A C T E R   N O T E S[/color]
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[indent][sub][b][color=lightgray]   M I S C E L L A N E O U S[/color][/b][/sub]
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[COLOR=darkgray][color=lightgray][b]►[/b][/color] [u]The Hornet Armour[/u]
Hobie's current costume is a modified version of his Prowler Suit.
The key differences are that utilising pneumatic blasts and drafts, caught by his glider cape, he is capable of short-distance flight.  It also utilizes sedative 'stingers' which are also fired pneumatically, effective to aim over about forty feet, assuming regular weather.  His suit still has precautionary grappling hooks in each gauntlet, and impact-resistant boots, capable of allowing him to withstand falls and harder landings.  His boots also possess the pneumatic means to allow him to leap great heights, useful if conditions aren't the best suited for a ground based take-off.
[color=lightgray][b]►[/b][/color]  [u]Skills[/u]
Whilst Hobie is a genius of sorts, he's still a specialised one.  A self-made man who discovered his own innate gifts for working with pneumatics and fabrication, he is a creative and innovative thinker in his field.
He is currently using his skills to function as an investigator/detective work, and his own skills and genius don't really transfer that way.
He can make obvious inferences, and see blatant connections, but he is neither Batman, nor Vic Sage.  He has no training for it, and no natural aptitude in that regard.  He's just able to gain access to information by use of his brilliant suits, and feels they should be put to good use.  Holding bad people accountable.
Hobie is a moderately good hacker.  Again, self-taught.  But he's not a miracle worker in this regard.[/color][/sup]
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[COLOR=DARKGRAY][indent]Hobie Brown should have been lost in the Source.  New York done enough other young men dirty like that.  What's one more?

The dirt poor guy, hustling to make ends meet.  Made a decision to use his skills to get himself paid.

Until he ran head first into a man who'd done the same once and lost far more than he ever thought possible from it.  The Spider-Man.

Someone who looked at him and for a moment saw where he had been, and a person - a fellow human - who hadn't done so much that there was no way back.

He told Hobie what he'd learned on his darkest day.  The deeper meaning of what someone from his own family had tried to tell him once.

That with great power comes great responsibility.

But Hobie didn't take the same message that Spider-Man did.

Now, by night, Hobie uses his God-given skills, abilities and 'powers' to hold other powerful men responsible.

Because, after all, with great power must come great responsibility...
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[COLOR=DARKGRAY][INDENT]The classic 'Second-chance man'.

That's what we're getting here.  Hobie was spared, given a second chance and made good with it.  He has a solid career, that never happens if he goes to prison, and 'made it out'.

Now he's hellbent on crushing those who would exploit the people who grew up in those similar circumstances - to try and give those people the chances that he had.  The chance to make good.  The chance to 'be more'.

Captain America, the Avengers, maybe even Spider-Man bring hope.  Hobie brings down giants who trample people like ants.

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[/cell][cell][INDENT][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] T H E   H I S T O R Y   O F   H O B I E[/color]
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[COLOR=DARKGRAY][INDENT]The youngest of nine brothers, Hobie was born to Tyrone “Tiger” Brown and Josie “Jo” Brown in Harlem New York.

Before Hobie can remember, his father went off to war.  He is MIA and the family was receiving payment and benefits, but with nine kids they struggled to stretch so far.  Only one parent with her hands full with nine young boys, in the background of the ‘crack wars’ of the mid-to-late 90s.

Jo was shot in a home burglary, in an unsolved crime committed by someone doubtless seeking fast money for drugs.  Rushed to Emergency, she was given a blood transfusion which was poorly screened.  The transfusion infected her with HIV, back in the days when the diagnosis was viewed as a certain death sentence.

Facing an impossible choice of fighting a prolonged legal battle she certainly wouldn’t live long enough to see the end of, she accepted a cash settlement for the medical ‘mishap’, and the family used the money to buy a sizable home in South Bronx.  At tremendous cost, she had managed to provide and get her boys out.

Their oldest brother, Abraham, had left the home already for opportunities overseas.  He would return packages of money for the family periodically, as they remained in correspondence.  As their mother was approaching her end, the family reached out to have him brought home, but he didn’t make it back in time.  Before ‘Jo’s passing, she made the brothers swear to look out for one another – this resulted in the eight remaining boys, always remaining in close proximity.  Even as some left home, they would still remain in the Bronx.

The eight boys had a ‘hustle-life’ attitude to money and its procurement, but had formed a zero tolerance attitude to drugs and gangs, all having seen the impact that they had indirectly had on their own family – the drive for money for drugs which resulted in their mother being shot, and the gangs who peddled drugs to one who shot her.  Direct confrontation from all eight of the Brown Boys any time someone was foolish enough to attempt to recruit one on their own, saw an unsteady truce where the family and gangs both left well enough, and each other, alone.

Hobie, the youngest of his family, and in many ways the most fortunate, with seven older brothers watching over him and pushing him to meet his potential had the best grades of the group and was their hope to be the family’s first chance at going to college.  He was a natural talent in many sciences and mathematics.  A mishap with one of his inventions, saw him lose the opportunity as intent was read into the disaster, and he was suspended for the remainder of the school year.  He later completed his schooling and got his GED, but school’s which had courted him distanced themselves after the incident, despite his pleas of innocence.

Hobie had a number of jobs over the years.  Factory hand, repairman... but it was as a window cleaner where his life went through another pivotal change.

He saw a fight between Daredevil and Stilt-Man playing out right in front of him.  The action, the excitement, this clash of two previously larger than life entities - one, larger than buildings - playing out in front of him.

And when it was done, and the marvels and menaces had disappeared, cloaked in the city beyond, presumably either still in conflict or to clash another day.  Hobie found himself in a strange situation.

He was critically assessing the Stilt-Man's costume.  Simple ways it could have been done better.

And just like that, these people-beyond-men no longer seemed larger than life.

Hobie began work on his own suit and his own secret identity.

After being let go from his job for an argument that started over whether he took the job seriously, when he tried to show his boss tools of his own invention which he created to make his job easier, he was left a necessity to find money for his family and not much time to do it in.  He needed money fast.  Likely faster than he'd be able to get a new job.

Before that moment, so much of his time had been obsessively into his own latest creation - the suit.

The solution seemed obvious.

First he began to put together a list of high value, low conflict targets.  People whose own business dealings had ravaged the community.  But his life would change once again, when he set his sights on the Daily Bugle's payroll, in a retaliatory effort for a string of articles on gentrification which Hobie felt put the 'hood in a bad light.

He had never attempted anything so public and visible before, but it was a newspaper, and the message was half of the point wasn't it?

That's what saw him confronting people in his suit, for the first time, in broad daylight.

Until it all went wrong.

Some young copyboy or intern was knocked out of a window.  Nobody was supposed to get hurt.  It was never supposed to be like this!

And when Spider-Man swung to his rescue and to confront him, all fast flying words, webs and punches Hobie wasn't ready for it.

He ran.  Fled.

Once he got clear, he broke down, lamenting the loss of the young man.  Reconsidering every decision he'd ever made since creating the suit.

And that's when Spider-Man found him.  And the webs and punches were put away.  This time it was only words.

And no snappy one-liners.

Spider-Man told him that he hadn't gone his entire costumed life without a mistake either.  That he'd suffered loss.  And the one lesson he'd learnt from who he had lost which always stood paramount.

With great power comes great responsibility.

And with that, Hobie's life pivoted.

He was forever grateful of the second chance he'd received.  But he also looked at the suit in an entirely different way.  Those words had made it sacred in a sort of way.

And beyond just a mere source of income.

Hobie's obseession drifted away from the suit.  The money he had so far accrued had bought him a little time.  And instead he worked on himself.  He invested the time, effort and energy, inwards.

And with his skills in pneumatics, and with the critical eye he had cast over Stilt-Man's costume all that time ago, he found his own calling, as a consultant for how to best create processes utilitising pneumatics to maximise efficiency and effectiveness, mostly in the industrial sector.

Hobie Brown took back control of the power within his life.

And in his free-time..?  Now he would hold other people in power responsible.
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[COLOR=DARKGRAY][INDENT]Air Jordan 35s kiss the blacktop in steady repetition, as Hobie sits on the ground level bleacher watching on.

One of the few reasons Hobie would ever return to Harlem.  But religious grounds are always a good reason, for basketball's Mecca.

He worked away on a chili burger from Harlem Shake, before a pair of Lebron XXs had him looking up.

[color=white]"You ain't gonna spill none of that on the court, or my Brons are you, Old Man?"[/color]

His brothers were on their way, but wouldn't care for the tone if they stepped in now.  The family always got together to see the Rucker Tournament.  Every year.  Since before Hobie even was.  They'd seen Kyrie ball here.  Older members of his family could even remember seeing Steph back when Steph meant Starbury, Kobe and Iverson.

Whatever the weather.  Whatever turmoil went on in their lives, this place was something else.

[color=darkmagenta]"[/color][color=chartreuse]Can't spill on your kicks if you get back in the game, Young buck.[/color][color=darkmagenta]"[/color]

[color=white]"Can still get your chili on my Brons if you spill courtside.  Wh--"[/color]

His next comment was silenced by the blackening of the sun, as an afro the likes of which hadn't been seen at the Rucker since Doctor J held court, sat atop the crown of the intimidating man who stood with his arms folded, waiting to be given a reason.  Three jade tiger amulets perched upon his chest.  And his expression held all the good humour of cracked concrete.

[color=darkmagenta]"[/color][color=chartreuse]Rucker's always been about good community, Young Buck.  For us, by us.  My brother and I will clean up any mess we make.[/color][color=darkmagenta]"[/color]

Trying to save whatever face he could, the baller stammered out a [color=white]"Ye-- yeah... Just see that you do."[/color] and turned back to the pre-game shoot around.

[color=darkmagenta]"[/color][color=chartreuse]Just like you'll clean up any mess you make, when my brother makes you piss yo'self.[/color][color=darkmagenta]"[/color]

Some laughter came from the bleachers behind him, as the interaction had drawn more attention than just the three of them.

The large figure with the afro shot Hobie a look.  He wasn't here to clean up any trouble his younger brother intentionally put himself in.

[color=darkmagenta]"[/color][color=chartreuse]So I couldn't help myself.  What's happenin', Abe?[/color][color=darkmagenta]"[/color]

Hobie finished his burger, cleaned his hands and dapped his brother up, finishing with a hug.
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Spider-Man and Hornet are both [b]APPROVED.[/b]