Player Name:
Nightrunner
Character Name and Alias:
Daredevil (Matthew Murdock)
Origin and Brief Bio:
Raised by a deadbeat boxer in Hell's Kitchen, Matt had an alien code of chivalry baked into his bones by his father. After getting hit by a truck that traded his sight for superpowers, he was tutored by an old man named Stick in ninjutsu before losing his father to a local fight promoter's hitman. A few years later, this intolerable little pipsqueak blossomed into an even more intolerable vigilante and infamously unshakable obstacle to all local evildoers, superpowered or otherwise, stopping them by any means necessary.
Powers and Abilities:
In addition to a sharp legal mind and a bachelor's degree in badassery, Matt has super senses that overcompensate for his loss of sight, a jealousy inducing physique, and an aptitude for learning all methods of confrontation derived from his status as one of the generation's two adepts. If he spent the time he practices law professionally on combat training, he would have a decent shot at officially being the most formidable humanoid martial artist in the universe.
Brief Sample Post:
The Most Important Theater In The World
New York City
Four colors set the scene. You've got red, purple, balck and white. Daredevil's standing stage left, his billy club shining with that brilliant red brain juice from slapping Zebediah Killgrave across the face like a red-headed stepchild. Matt knew all about beating stepchildren thanks to his time practicing law professionally. All of the red bleeds, if you'll forgive the pun, from Daredevil's shadow and spills onto the kneeling supervillain at his feet.
"Would it make you feel better if I told you that this one wasn't my idea?" he asks with bright yellow eyes, whose black bloodshot veins communicated a remorse that the crimson avenger had never seen before (and of course never would, on account of bein' blind n' all). "All right, we've literally done this at least a dozen times by now, red man," the mauve menace howled. "This part of the story tends to go the same way every time, so with no further adieu," the Purple Man rolls on his side and calls to the audience, "Kill Daredevil!"
An army of winos and egalitarian meat puppets rose out of their seats before clumsily rolling over each other like a tide destined to impact on the stage. Thinking on his feet, Matt seizes Killgrave's hair and uses the impromptu handle to draw him to his feet before holding the man in front of his body and laying a hand across his face. "Say a word besides what I tell you, and I start pulling my strings, Pinocchio."
Killgrave's power did not actually come from any quality of his voice, otherwise Matt would also be trying to "kill Daredevil", it was a response to the perpendicular stimuli of his pheromones, which Matt was not immune to, and his entrancing purple skin. He felt Killgrave's larynx growl as he prepared to desperately make a final command. So Matt rips a lock of hair out like a lawnmower's pullstring, making the grown man howl like a Honda before passing out. So Murdock slips his fingers around The Purple Man's lips and began to cast his voice, "On second thought, don't kill Daredevil! In fact disregard anything else I've told you and if I ever tell you to do anything again, you should all just take it upon yourselves to beat the living shit out of me without paying any heed to my newer commands."
It worked! The audience withdrew from the stage's threshold and looked at each other confusedly before exploding into applause, casting the three handkerchiefs they evidently owned along with uproarious praise for the piece of art that they had just had the pleasure of living through. So at that, Daredevil takes a bow and lets go of Killgrave's hair, but on the way down the vigilante bunts Killgrave's forehead like he's launching a soccer ball made of lead.
New York City
Four colors set the scene. You've got red, purple, balck and white. Daredevil's standing stage left, his billy club shining with that brilliant red brain juice from slapping Zebediah Killgrave across the face like a red-headed stepchild. Matt knew all about beating stepchildren thanks to his time practicing law professionally. All of the red bleeds, if you'll forgive the pun, from Daredevil's shadow and spills onto the kneeling supervillain at his feet.
"Would it make you feel better if I told you that this one wasn't my idea?" he asks with bright yellow eyes, whose black bloodshot veins communicated a remorse that the crimson avenger had never seen before (and of course never would, on account of bein' blind n' all). "All right, we've literally done this at least a dozen times by now, red man," the mauve menace howled. "This part of the story tends to go the same way every time, so with no further adieu," the Purple Man rolls on his side and calls to the audience, "Kill Daredevil!"
An army of winos and egalitarian meat puppets rose out of their seats before clumsily rolling over each other like a tide destined to impact on the stage. Thinking on his feet, Matt seizes Killgrave's hair and uses the impromptu handle to draw him to his feet before holding the man in front of his body and laying a hand across his face. "Say a word besides what I tell you, and I start pulling my strings, Pinocchio."
Killgrave's power did not actually come from any quality of his voice, otherwise Matt would also be trying to "kill Daredevil", it was a response to the perpendicular stimuli of his pheromones, which Matt was not immune to, and his entrancing purple skin. He felt Killgrave's larynx growl as he prepared to desperately make a final command. So Matt rips a lock of hair out like a lawnmower's pullstring, making the grown man howl like a Honda before passing out. So Murdock slips his fingers around The Purple Man's lips and began to cast his voice, "On second thought, don't kill Daredevil! In fact disregard anything else I've told you and if I ever tell you to do anything again, you should all just take it upon yourselves to beat the living shit out of me without paying any heed to my newer commands."
It worked! The audience withdrew from the stage's threshold and looked at each other confusedly before exploding into applause, casting the three handkerchiefs they evidently owned along with uproarious praise for the piece of art that they had just had the pleasure of living through. So at that, Daredevil takes a bow and lets go of Killgrave's hair, but on the way down the vigilante bunts Killgrave's forehead like he's launching a soccer ball made of lead.
