[OOC] CLOSED - Ultimate One Universe: Season One

[Eddie Brock]

@Eddie Brock

Been trying to convince a friend, but other than that, no clue.

@Inkarnate

Cool, cool. Well, it just relates to supporting characters, so I'm not tryin' to scare anyone off. Just wanna see if they're cool with my idea.

[Mao Mao]

Star-Lord

Origin And Backstory
Peter Quill was born in Colorado Springs on April 14, 1980, the son of Meredith Quill. Meredith wasn't prepare to raise a baby by herself, but she was willing to try her damnedest. And as the years went by, she was proven to be good at it. Having a decent job as a cashier in a record store was good enough in the eighties. For Peter, his childhood was filled with amazing memories like camping with his mother and playing his NES for the first time. He soon developed an interest in sci-fi and space after watching ET and Back to the Future on his VCR player. Life for him was going great.

Then, Meredith was diagnosed with stage three breast cancer in 1986. Doctors told her that her chances of survival were low as the cancer had begun to spread. Peter didn't want to believe that his mother was slowly dying. For four years, both Peter and Meredith lived life to their fullest until she was forced to go to the hospital. On her deathbed, Meredith gave her son a mix tape filled with songs that she found meaningful in her life. Then, she gave him a second mixtape that she made during the four years as a way of remembering those moments. Peter stood by his mother's side in the hospital bed as she slowly died.

After the funeral service, Yondu Udonta arrived to abduct Peter Quill; however, he didn't know that Meredith died. When he learned of his friend's death, Yondu instead offered to come with him beyond the Solar System. Quill speedily accepted his offer and left everything that he knew and loved expected for his Sony Walkman and Meredith's mixtapes. However, living with Yondu and the Ravagers was tough for young Peter. He wasn't eaten alive thanks to Yondu's protection and Kraglin's advice and guidance in this hellhole. Quill was proven to be a decent thief for years and developed his marksmanship overtime.

When Peter was old enough, he left the Ravagers to explore what the universe had to offer. For most of his twenties, Quill did many things that he dreamed about while watching classic eighties sci-fi films. And he was happy with life for once. Until he learned that the Eclector got destroyed with everyone on board, including Yondu, dead. Kraglin thankfully wasn't on the Eclector and met with Quill at Knowhere, figuring out what to do next. After a night of drinking and mourning, Quill and Kraglin began their own investigation into the murder of Yondu and most of the Ravagers. It took them only a week to locate the remains of the Eclector in the planet of Yanus, home to a tough group of pirates led by Zynsalak. With the help of mercenaries, Rocket Raccoon and Groot, the group set out to find the Ravagers' killers; however, this is only the beginning.

Powers And Abilities
Star-Lord has an unusual human physiology that makes his strength, durability, and endure usually stronger than the avenger human; however, he still can get hurt and die. And his life span, according to doctors, is oddly abnormal for a human. Other than that, he taught himself how to fire several weapons including his duel blasters. And he began learning how to become a strategist and tactician to honor Yondu.

What Makes This Character 'Ultimate'?
Guardians of the Galaxy became popular when it was released in theaters across the world. Millions of people, including me, fell in love with the group of outcasts. However, I wanted to tell my own story of how the lovable charismatic Star-Lord formed the Guardians of the Galaxy. I want to tell how Quill is forced to completely grow up in his ideal world, where he can be the Star-Lord that he thought was impossible. Something that he's clearly against.

However, I want the Guardians of the Galaxy to be different from the films and comics. So, no Drax or Gamora (but she might play an important role later). And I brought in Kraglin because he is one of the side characters that I liked in the films. However, I decided to make Kraglin have a close relationship with Quill to the point that they saw each other as brothers because the films don't explore the relationship between Quill and Kraglin. On the other hand, I am planning to expand upon their relationship as they face against impossible odds.

Meanwhile, Rocket Raccoon and Groot are heavily inspired by the films and Telltale game especially Rocket. If you have played the game, then you will know what I am talking about. And I am going to stop here since you don't want to read any more paragraphs. But if you have any questions, or want to do something with the Guardians, then don't be afraid to mention me.

Supporting Characters
Kraglin: Many of the Ravagers considered Kraglin to be Yondu's right hand man. For the most part, they were right. Yondu came to respect Kraglin. Peter Quill considered Kraglin to be his brother and kept in contact with after departing from the Ravagers. Then, Yondu died along with most of the Ravagers. Kraglin was distraught upon the news that his friends and Yondu were dead. He told Quill and fell into a deep depression. As a result, he began drinking as a way of feeling happiness once more. And a way of remembering Yondu.

Rocket Raccoon: A talking raccoon mercenary that was hired by Star-Lord to aid them in their investigation. Originally, he turned down the Star-Lord's offer several times until he finally accepted the offer thanks to his pal, Groot. Overall, Rocket is a bitter person and extremely aggressive to everyone besides Groot.

Groot: A talking tree mercenary that only saw three words: "I am Groot." Rocket said that he's the only person that can understand him. And because of that language barrier, both Quill and Kraglin have a hard time understanding what he's saying unless Rocket is nearby. Regardless, Groot's ability to grow and stretch his limbs at ease is helpful.

Sample Post

Good Times

Knowhere was a mining colony that turned into a trading post for all kinds of beings across the universe. It was located near the edge of the universe on the very outskirts of known space and perfect spot to do something illegal since it’s basically lawless. The mining corporation is mining the hell out of that creature and needed men; however, their methods and work ethics were considered illegal. As a result, they began to hire criminals to work as miners. Even some worlds sent their criminals over to Knowhere, so they won’t rot in a prison cell.

Star-Lord arrived at the downtown district of the colony filled with bars and strip clubs designed to satisfy criminals and scum. Throughout his youth, Yondu and the others always stopped at Knowhere to trade with other groups of criminals and get very drunk. When he was old enough, he joined them and often drank with them; however, he wasn’t here to get drunk this time. This was a solo mission. No Kraglin or everyone to help him. Yondu told him to retrieve a priceless artifact that was wrongfully stolen by a rival pirate group. They are regulars at a bar called Boot of Jemiah, earning them their own section of the bar.

Star-Lord entered the bar as it was filled with colorful individuals. It had some form of security as they were dragging out a drunk person that was yelling out nonsense. He noticed the pirate group right away as their charting was louder than the music. They were watching some sort of sports game that didn’t interest Star-Lord. Suddenly, he saw the artifact as one of the pirates was playing around with it. He needed a plan. Star-Lord looked at their holo-screen as both teams were fighting to earn a point to break the tie. Immediately, he noticed how they were drinking heavily. It most likely meant they were going to need a refill. Then, he saw a pissed off waiter as he was going outside for a smoke break. With a plan formed, Star-Lord headed towards the bar and saw the bartender.

“Can I get a shot of your best drink in that cup? I like the design of those lines.” Star-Lord asked while pointing at the cup nearby him.

The bartender confusedly nodded and grabbed the cup as he filled it with an alcoholic beverage that turned green. With the cup in one hand, Star-Lord tossed the credits onto the counter as he drank it. It tasted bad, but he got the cup at least. He pulled out a glass cutter designed to cut through glass, but it was going to work on the cup. He placed the device on the bottom of the cup and pressed it once. It automatically cut the bottom of the cup in seconds. Star-Lord lift the cup to grab the bottom part and put it in his pocket as he set the rest down.

Then, he got up with the cup and was about to walk outside when the waiter returned. Star-Lord greeted the waiter with a warm “hello.” Unfortunately, he wasn’t in the mood and attempted to return to work; but, Star-Lord grabbed his arm with his other hand. “I need you to do me a favor. You will be paid well.” he went straight to the point.

“Why should I do it?” he asked.

“Because the credits that I am willing to give are more than what you earned working in this hellhole.” Star-Lord answered honestly. “So, what do you say?”

After a moment of silence, the waiter agreed. Star-Lord smiled as he handed him the cup and pointed towards the artifact. “While they are busy watching the game, you will cover up the artifact and carefully put it onto a tray while you refill his cup.”

The waiter nodded as he raced over towards the tray dispenser and grabbed a tray. Then, he went over to the bar and grabbed a random bottle of alcoholic beverage. Finally, it was the moment to see if his plan would work or not. The waiter walked over while holding the tray with one hand and the bottle with the other. As the group of pirates was still focusing on the game, the waiter quietly placed the cup over the artifact. Once it was successfully covered up, he slowly slid the cup over towards the tray. Then, he quickly refilled the dude’s cup and he notified it.

The dude turned towards the waiter and begun to say something before the other team scored the final point. He immediately turned towards the screen as the group cheered for their team’s victory. The waiter rushed towards the bar and placed the tray down with the cup still on it. Star-Lord placed the bag of credits near him as he knocked the cup over and grabbed the artifact. “Here’s the tip.” he cheerfully said as he left the bar.

Once he was in the clear, Star-Lord bolted towards an alley to contact Yondu of his success. He grabbed a small holo-communicator from his other coat pocket. “That won’t be necessary.” Star-Lord heard Yondu said coldly with his raucous voice.

“Yondu?!” Star-Lord was surprised to hear his voice and then he turned to see Karglin standing next to him. “And Kraglin! What are you both doing here?”

“We thought that you would fuck up somehow.” Yondu coldly replied. “But, it seems that you didn’t.”

Star-Lord raced to retreat the artifact from his pocket and handed it over to Yondu. He couldn’t help but grinned at the sight of it. “Good work, kiddo.” Yondu said towards Star-Lord as he playfully tossed it up and down, walking back to the Eclector. Meanwhile, Kraglin placed his arm on his shoulder and nodded. “You did good, Pete.”

“Now, you will have to tell me how in the world you managed to pull it off without attracting any attention.” he demanded in a playful manner as both men walked towards the port.

[Eddie Brock]

Five paragraph origin? Bold.

[Mao Mao]

Well, here is my sexy sheet after hours of thinking and writing and playing Overwatch and watching Guardians of the Galaxy and The Office again. I hope to finish the sample post on Sunday or Monday. In short, its still a giant mess.

Five paragraph origin? Bold.

@Eddie Brock

I like to be daring. _{the truth is that I couldn't stop writing so please don't kill me master bruce.}

[mickilennial]

The typographical errors are more concerning, I think.

[Mao Mao]

The typographical errors are more concerning, I think.

@Inkarnate

Don't you mean grammatical errors?

[Lord Wraith]

No, pretty sure he's on the money with typos.

[Mao Mao]

And the issue should be fixed (I hope to God).

[ErsatzEmperor]

Still having a think where I'll go with this. Almost talked myself into writing a sheet for Shazam.

[Sep]

And the issue should be fixed (I hope to God).

@Star Lord

Why do your posts do that, it upsets me.

The Fastest there is...

Iris West
The Flash

Powers And Abilities:
Connection to the Speedforce - Iris West is the main conduit of the Speedforce in our world but she is not the source of it. This connection grants her many different abilities, the main one is her Superhuman Speed. So far she can break the soundbarrier though Barry Allen, her confidant, believes that she can surpass that if she tries harder. Most of her abilities relate to her being able to travel at high speeds. From her body being more durable, to increased reflexes.

Journalist - She's an investigative Journalist, and good at what she does. Sure, Superspeed helps that. Though even before she became The Flash she was the best reporter in Central City (in her opinion).

Origin And Backstory (In A Maximum Of Four Paragraphs):

Childhood

Iris' childhood wasn't as complex and complicated as it is for other heroes. She didn't lose both her parents early in tragically. In truth she doesn't even know what happened to her mother, she just disappeared one day when she was young. Her father told her that she simply left, and why would she not believe him? It hurt her yes, but soon she ended up needing to be strong for her friend, Barry Allen. When one fateful night Nora Allen was killed, Barrys father Henry was the prime suspect and taken away. Later to be incarcerated at Iron Heights Penetentiary. Barry always believed he was innocent, and claimed that a man surrounded by lightning killed his mother. Of course the courts ruled this as a childs brain trying to find an answer for a truly horrific act. Barry went into the care of Daryl Fyre. A friend of his mothers, the two remained close over the years as they each went into their respective careers.

Lightning

Iris' graduated from college and decided to take her career in being a reporter. It wasn't a terribly easy road to follow, but investigative journalism just seemed like a natural choice for her. She had always had a knack for finding out information, getting the story and she believed in what journalism was about. She believed that people had a right to know what was going on in the world, and that giving people as much information as possible could allow them to make the best decisions. Ironic then that she would later go on to adopt a secret identity. Throughout her early twenties much of her time was spent either at Central City News trying to climb up the editorial ladder, or at CCPD. While she couldn't get information on every case, for obvious reasons, she still had a way of getting access to the lab while Barry was there. It came to the point that few questioned her presence, Director Singhs only condition on her having access was that Barry didn't give her any information pertaining to ongoing cases beyond the official police statements. It was during these visits that Barry and Iris even found enough information to get his father released from jail, it was a lifechanging place.

One stormy night, Iris was waiting for Barry to get back from wherever it was he was always running off too. Probably to get some more food, it was amazing how that man always managed to be late. The memory of the night was a fog, all she remembers is that Barry arrived. He went to sit in his chair but she ran and sat in it instead, in a bid of defiance and to show her announce at him making her wait. The next thing she knew she felt this current flowing through her body the likes of which she couldn't have even imagined, before she blacked out.

The Flash

When she awoke she was in a Central City Star Labs facility. There she met Doctor Harrison Wells, renowned scientist who informed her of the changes that the lightning had seemingly done to her body. Over time her powers grew, and confiding in Barry she decided that she wanted to use these powers for good. He recommended the name 'Flash' after a hero he used to read about in comic books as a child. It wasn't easy, the first foe she faced was someone who was some form of 'Weather Wizard' and controlled the weather with a wand and she had to learn how to run up buildings in order to stop him. That said with each victory she seems to learn something new about herself, and her abilities. She doubts there is anything that she can't face.

What Makes This Character 'Ultimate'?: Obviously I've gone with the old 'Love Interest is the Hero' thing. Though I still have plans for Reverse Flash and Barry Allen that are very interesting, and I can't wait to tell. Before anyone asks, no Barry is not Reverse Flash. I'm running the twist that Iris is the Flash and adjusting everything so it still fits together nicely. Some of the rogues will remain unchanged while some of them will see substantial differences through the course of the Roleplay. I also want to have Barry be the intelligent one, something the CW show quite often forgets in lieua of Caitlan or Cisco.

Supporting Characters:

William West - Her father, and rolemodel. William is a police officer in CCPD, and was formerly in the Army until his wife passed away from a drug overdose.

Barry Allen - Barry has been in her life forever, and sometimes she thinks there is a spark there. He's been through some hard times, and so has she and they've always been there for eachother. Most recently they both got his dad released from prison. He's a CSI with CCPD, the best they have (Despite always being late). While Iris has the help of Harrison Wells she relies on Barry for his scientific and investigatory knowhow, somehow he has a unique approach to thing that she really needs.

Henry Allen - Henry Allen is Barry Allens dad. For most of his life he was imprisoned for killing his wife, Nora Allen. Recently Barry uncovered evidence that Henry was innocent and subsequently Henry Allen was freed and cleared of all charges. He's been living with Barry until he can get his life back on track.

Harrison Wells - Harrison Wells was the first to learn about Iris' identity as the Flash. Known as the 'smartest man in central city' Iris' father brought him in to help her when she was hit by lightning. With Barry Allen they are working to understand and hone her powers.

Rogues so far:

Weather Wizard: Weather Wizard was the first foe she faced, Mark Handon. He used a piece of technology in order to rob banks and other establishments. Currently residing in Iron Heights penetentiary.

Trickster: The Trickster is actually the second iteration, and despite foiling his plans at destorying much of the city in what would be a 'trick' Iris has been unable to catch the Trickster and put him away for good.

Heatwave: Pyromaniac, currently behind bars for burning down a bar after a bar fight.
Character Picture:

Out of Costume

Sample Post:

"You know that's a terrible mask, right?"

Iris looked up from her plateful of pancakes. Benefit of superspeed? Fast metabolism. She could eat as much as she wanted and not gain any weight. "What do you mean?"

Barry pushed forward the newspaper, the headline read FLASH DEFEATS HEATWAVE and below was a picture of Iris in her full costume standing over a defeated Heatwave. What the image didn't really tell you was how much she wished she had also been blessed with superstrength, carrying people around wasn't exactly easy. "The mask. It barely covers any of your face, it's more like a... cowl."

"Sho?" Barry flashed a scowl in her direction and she swallowed. "So, lots of heroes use cowls. There's that Batman guy-"
"Nobody has a single photograph of him. So that's a terrible arguement."

"Okay, well..." She paused for a second. "Superman."

"What?"

She pointed her fork right at Barry. "Superman. He doesn't even wear a mask. Ever think about that. Huh, smart guy? Okay sure there's a chance someone gets a photograph of him, and the guy behind the... well. Behind the cape, then sure they can maybe put the dots together. With me, you don't even gate a full face shot. Besides, nobody can get suspicious for me being near the scene of a crime because I'm a journalist. I get paid to stick my nose into other peoples business." Barry just sighed as he turned back to his laptop. He was running diagnostics on her suit in her appartment, these 'sleepovers' were getting more and more frequent, in fact both their fathers raised eyebrows at what they were doing.

Part of her wondered if they'd be happirer with the truth that she was secretely a superhero, or if they would rather they were sleeping together. She knew at least her father would rather she was sleeping with Barry. He had fought her tooth and nail when she used to entertain the idea of joining CCPD like her father, he wasn't terribly happy with her being a reporter either. The only consolation he had was that she didn't partake in the chaos, merely monitor it. Iris usually heard those words twice everytime she met with her father, as if he was trying to brainwash her to keep her out of trouble. It was a little too late for that, two months so.

In all honesty the suit could use some tweaking. She wasn't entirely sure how aestethic she wanted to get with it, though she knew she wanted to include lightning in the design somehow, more than just having the jagged edges and the yellow. "Tell me my suit sucks when you find a fashion designer who'll design my supersuit."

"Your-" Barry looked up at her with a raised eyebrow, before sighing and bringing his palm to his temple. There was silence before he laughed. "-Your supersuit? That's real original.

There was an explosion in the distance, and before Barry could blink the suit was off the table and Iris had it on. Hairs atop his head moved slightly as they were displaced by the movement. "Well, that's my cue."

"You'll be back in a Flash, right?"

"Oh please, don't say that." She playfully smacked him on the back of the head, and then was gone.

[Master Bruce]

I like to be daring. _{the truth is that I couldn't stop writing so please don't kill me master bruce.}

@Star Lord

*sharpens stick*

But nah, that's not much of a problem. Simply combine your fourth and fifth paragraphs into one long one so that it works with the requirement. Once that and the sample are done, you should be good to go.

And RE: Transformers and the Optimus Prime app, I'm afraid I'm going to have to concur with those opposed. Accepting Autobots, Decepticons, Cybertron and all of that would create a slippery slope to where someone could theoretically justify applying for Luke Skywalker just because Marvel publishes the Star Wars comics. It just opens up all kinds of problems that just don't gel with a game meant to focus on superheroes, notably one meant to operate by the same logistical rules as the main DC and Marvel universes. So unless Marvel's willing to intergrate the Transformers with their main characters on a permanent basis, I'm gonna have to say no.

[mickilennial]

@Sep

Making me regret not doing a certain female Green Lantern, but alas, I am committed to Bekka. Maybe I'll think on it when second characters are opened in the future. Looking forward to how you determine Iris' ultimized origin.

[Sep]

I should thank @Lord Wraith for memeing and suggesting FemFlash. Cause it actually works better for the stories I have planned, and I can even add a whole new element which I find quite interesting and can't wait to tell.

[Mao Mao]

well. my dumbass stayed up until four in the morning to finish the sample post. hope y'all like it. and it means that I am done with my sheet.

[mickilennial]

I have also not slept and have been working on my sheet.

[mickilennial]

@Master Bruce

roleplayerguild.com/posts/4696257 - CS is done? I think?

[Enarr]

Ultimate Comics: One Universe Application

Character You're Applying For: Wolverine

Powers And Abilities: He is a mutant who naturally has retractable claws the length of his forearm that erupt from his knuckles. They happen to coated in adamantium, one of the most resilient metals known to man. He also possesses supernaturally sharp senses, extremely rapid healing, extraordinary speed, phenomenal strength and a craving for blood. He's also so old that he can remember seeing A New Hope in theaters. Most things can't leave much of a mark on him these days, but most things aren't made out of gold these days.

Origin And Backstory (Must Be A Single Paragraph Long): James Howlett took, his father, Mr. Thomas Logan's name and his life when he was eight years old, the very moment he discovered he had retractable claws. He then ran away, joining the Canadian military before befriending self-serving low-life Skinner Sweet, a vampire. Sweet attempted to suck Logan dry, almost did, but was thwarted when those nasty little claws perforated his lungs. Sweet didn't die, but Logan did. Don't worry, he got better. He returned to life as a new man--or perhaps something like a dozen new men, if government records are to be believed, traveling the world looking for beers to drink and monsters to slay. These days though, he's enrolled in a shady little program named Weapon X. It's got him feeling a little anxious.

What Makes This Character 'Ultimate'?: So Wolverine, in regular continuity, has several unrelated superpowers that really make no sense in relation to one another, many of which are reminiscent of a certain variety of undead. This interpretation streamlines the explanation of his powers while exploring what it means to be a monster, what it means to be a hero, and if the two are mutually exclusive. Logan's noble aspirations will be inhibited by his bestial nature as much they ever were. An undead nature also strikes me as a nice way to summarize the plight that he has within, having lost so much of himself over the long years of his life. Vampirism is not what makes this my ultimate take on Wolverine, it's that he'll scrap anything and anyone that stands between him and his ability to chain himself to whoever he chooses.

Supporting Characters:

Abraham Cornelius - Scientist that gives everybody else something to do by making a mess.

Victor Creed - Assassin/Bounty Hunter/best-friend/Bully/Long-Lived Life-Long Scumbag/Mutant.

Dracula - Lord of The (Carpathian) Vampires.

Romulus - Mysterious mystery man of mystery.

Skinner Sweet - Yet another long-lived life-long scumbag. American Vampire.

Sample Post:

The Howlett Estate
The Fall of 1853

James’ bare little feet trotted along the cool wooden floors without a care in the world, with the slight bits of dust and sweat painting the panels like a treasure map. He was vaguely uncomfortable. There was this stinging little headache that sat just behind the root of his nose, like he’d been burned. But he hadn’t, nothing had been burned into his brain, not yet anyhow. The future being what it was, he had things to do in the present.

“Motherrrr,” the boy purred, rolling the letter R like a cigarette, “where’s Mister Logan?”

James watched his mother’s heart break like an egg: “Son: Mister Logan left.” She was, of course, referring to their housekeeper of eleven years who’d maintained the property, prepared their food and had personally overseen all of the other members of their staff.

“Did he tell you where he put the map, momma?”

She bit her lip, declining to give a more elaborate or accurate answer. “He didn’t say anything about that on the way out. He just wanted you to know that he loved you like his own flesh and blood.” She smiled and pinched her eyelids to conceal her bloodshot frustration.

“Why are you crying, mama?”

“After all these years, everything with your father’s business, your sister’s passing and all’a that, I’m just.. not .. to see Mr. Logan go is like losing..”

“Losing a treasure?” The boy asked.

She nodded and took a breath so deep and long that it could’ve crossed the Mississippi river or looked Niagara Falls in the eye. Then she turned away from her son and to the window. She smiled as she looked out the window and said, “There is one thing that he left us that we can remember him by.” Saying so, she fished through her elaborate and fanciful dress before producing a necklace. Without looking back to him at all, she tosses the locket underhand and casts it into his chest. “This was his just as much as it’s yours.”

Young James pops open the locket and examines its contents. There’s no map of the yard, no buried treasure. Just a tooth. A darkly colored and partially disintegrated tooth. Why would anybody want this, he asked himself kiddishly before musing on how funny it was that he had lost a tooth just like this wrestling with the house servant no more than a fortnite ago.

[Burning Kitty]

I don’t remember if anyone has expressed interest in Diana Prince? If not I will do it.

[Enarr]

I don’t remember if anyone has expressed interest in Diana Prince? If not I will do it.

@Burning Kitty

Diana Prince? No. Wonder Woman? Yes.

[Lord Wraith]

Well, guess what folks?

You've just been... THUNDERSTRUCK

C H A R A C T E R P R O P O S A L

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O R I G I N & B A C K S T O R Y:

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Thor is the son of Odin Borson, the King, and Allfather of the realm of Asgard. His mother, however, was a giantess called Jörð, who in actuality was a Pre-Mordial Titan known more commonly as Gaea. Through his father, Thor has two brother whom he was raised alongside, his half-brother Baldur and his adoptive brother Loki who was the same age as Thor and the pair maintained a bitter rivalry throughout their youth. Growing up, Thor was close friends with Heimdall who would go on to also become Thor's closest ally. His circle of friends also included the future Warriors Three; Volstagg, Hogun, and Fandral. Lastly, Thor maintained a fledgling on and off again romance with the young Sif.

Growing to be a powerful and headstrong warrior, Thor grew brash and his thirst for battle was almost unsettling to those around him. Burdened with the role of Protector of the Nine Realms, Thor would often be away from Asgard for great lengths of times, putting a severe strain on his relationship with the Lady Sif, especially since Thor made other consorts in the Realms he visited. His favourite of these was jötunn, Járnsaxa, with whom he laid and fostered a child in secret from all but Heimdall's all-seeing eyes. It was also on these many adventures that Thor first ventured to Midgard, encountering the Olympian hero, Herakles and forming their longstanding rivalry. Thor also brought war to Avallonis, clashing hammer against sword before forming a truce with the realms king, Arturus Rex.

However, Thor had a destiny far greater than any of his allies, and would eventually go on to confront the monster known as the Midgard Serpent, Jörmungandr. In order to avert the destruction of Midgard, Thor had to defeat Jörmungandr, and the two did battle for numerous days before the serpent finally succumbed to its injuries, its body releasing Midgard and plunging far below the roots of Yggdrasil, the world's tree. However, Jörmungandr venom eventually caught up to Thor and after taking nine paces from the battle, he dropped dead. The battle between Thor and Jörmungandr had unwittingly unleased Ragnarok upon Asgard, and with Thor's death, the realm fell apart, swallowed whole and its people were forced to flee or perish. Departing to the stars, the Asgardians left the ruins of their home behind as they sought to find a new place in the galaxy while Thor's legendary weapon, Mjölnir was lost to the cosmos of the Nine Realms, foretold to be waiting for the return of its master or another to seek it out and prove themselves worthy of its power.

But time was not a concept that Mjölnir worried nor even considered and in the late summer of the Midgard year of 1990, Erik and Marcy Donaldson gave birth to a son they named Blake. Growing up on his father's farm in the American South West, the Donaldsons lived a modest life, with nothing extraordinary about them. But on the dawn of his eighteenth birthday, Blake began to be plagued with vivid dreams of a life he had never lived. These dreams were, of course, the memories of Thor, who was reincarnated through Blake. The dreams continued to plague Blake for another decade while he left his home in Marville, Oklahoma to attend Texas State University before returning home to open his own veterinarian practice. Thor was soon awoken when a man from Blake's past by the name of Carl Creel began to make trouble in Marville. Nicknamed 'Crusher' during their time together in High School, Creel had seemingly developed abilities which allowed him to fully embrace the nickname. Standing defiantly against him, Blake was struck by a near-fatal blow, laying in the street to die had it not been for an elderly man. The man took a hold of Blake's hand and in an instant, Thor was restored, his memories and enhance fully inhabiting this new body as he defeated Creel in combat. Now, Thor continues his life as Blake, juggling the responsibilities of both his world, as he adjusts to not only acting as a protector of Midgard, but once again restoring peace to the other Realms while seeking to reunite the people of Asgard and rebuild their home.

P O W E R S & A B I L I T I E S:

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P O W E R S:

ASGARDIAN PHYSIOLOGY: Thor’s unique physiology of half-Asgardian and Half Elder God grants him the typical powers of an Asgardian God but he is much stronger than the typical members of his race. Thor is currently the second most powerful Asgardian within the Nine Realms and the cosmos surpassed only by his father. As Asgard's warrior prince, Thor trained in the arts of battle, which he has practiced for thousands of years. He is recognized to rely solely on his superior fighting ability, strength, and nigh invulnerability. Odin believes that Thor will eventually become even more powerful than him.

Physically the strongest of all Asgardians, Thor is recognized as the God of Strength. His incredible superhuman strength enables him to easily overpower hoards of enemies of lesser strength. Thor has even stalemated the hero Herakles in several contests, a hero of lore whose strength accomplished nine legendary labours that no other being had ever accomplished. None of these so-called labours, however, came close to Thor's greatest feat, when he lifted the Midgard Serpent, Jörmungandr. A serpent so large, its coils had wrapped around the Earth several times. For this reason, Thor often holds back his vast strength to ensure he does not greatly harm his opponents or the area in which they are in.

Thor can move at great superhuman speeds. Capable of sprinting distances fast enough to visibly appear as nothing more than a blur. Likewise, his reflexes react on the same level, allowing Thor to dodge and respond to attacks almost instantly. Thor's agility, dexterity, balance, and bodily coordination make him a great warrior for battle. He moves with incredible grace and speed despite his considerable size and body density.

His skin, muscle, and bone tissue have many times the density of the same tissue in the body of a human being and even more so than regular Asgardians. Thor is immune to all human diseases as well as its poisons and toxins and is additionally immune to electrocution or poison from radiation. Thor's metabolism is so great that it is nearly impossible for Thor to become drunk except for when he imbibes alcoholic beverages of Asgardian or equal origin. Thor is not immune to all forms of harm, however, and can be defeated by a being whose power matches or exceeds his own, or by high order magic manipulation.

Despite his astounding resistance to injury, it is still possible to injure Thor. However, due to his Asgardian physiology, Thor is able to heal at a rate significantly faster than a normal human and even much faster than most Asgardians. Like all other Asgardians, is not truly immortal. It is possible to kill an Asgardian and other beings in the Nine Realms. More accurately, Asgardians are extremely long-lived beings. Thor ages at a pace far, far slower than a human, and this longevity if further boosted by the consumption of Idunn's Golden Apples. Even in Death, Asgardians do not truly die as many return in reincarnated forms such as both Thor and his brother Loki.

Thor's endurance is much higher than that of humans and most superhumans. Thor has the ability to perform at his physical peak without tiring for very long periods of time. Thor’s body, unlike that of humans, produces almost no fatigue toxins. However, Thor does indeed require rest to rejuvenate himself, but sleep is luxury, rather than something he requires daily.

A B I L I T I E S:

GOD OF THUNDER: Thor is the God of thunder born with the natural ability to control weather since birth. Thor normally relies on Mjölnir to control the weather with and release blasts of lightning. Mjölnir allows him to channel his natural abilities more easily, focusing on the hammer as an output. Using his powers without Mjölnir require more effort to summon and are more raw and uncontrolled. Thor is able to summon all elements of the storm, and can even create unnatural weather. He can even discharge lightning bolts from his hands that are lethal and raw in power, able to engulf his hands in lightning to amplify his punches. It is only without Mjölnir that Thor unlocked the full potential of his electrokinetic powers. His power over lightning allow him to generate electrical energy from his own body and summon thunder and lightning from the sky, all without the aid of his former hammer.

SON OF JÖRð: As the son of Jörð, the Pre-Mordial Titan, Gaea, Thor possess an innate, but limited ability to manipulate the Earth. He can create tremors and earthquakes, sink enemies into the ground or raise the ground in his defense. Though this requires great effort on Thor's part as the gifts of his mother do not come with the ease that his other powers do. Lastly, Thor can communicate with the Earth, sensing disturbances to the world through vibrations far too insignificant for most others to experience.

COMBATANT: Thor is one of the most trained and experienced warriors in all the Realms. Thor often prefers to use brawling-type techniques when fighting beings of similar levels of strength. Despite being a skilled hand-to-hand combatant, Thor's greatest feats of skill come from his weapon expertise. He is easily one of the greatest and most versatile weapon experts in all the Realms, while Thor in his past life favoured his hammer, Mjölnir, he is skilled in the use of weapons such as an axe, sword, bow and arrow, shields and clubs.

TACTICIAN: Due to the fact that Thor is a Warrior God, he has had several millennia worth of experience with devising plans of war. Thor derives his great knowledge of war from Midgard as well as the other Realms, all of which the God of Thunder has done battle in.

P A R A P H E N I L I A:

JÁRNBJÖRN:The first weapon Thor ever called his own, the axe-hammer hybrid saw plenty of action during Thor's use although he ultimately stopped using the weapon after being gifted Mjölnir. However, with Mjölnir missing, Thor has once again a need for a weapon and has chosen to wield this familiar maul.

MJÖLNIR:The weapon of Thor, forged from the heart of a dying star. Mjölnir was a nigh-indestructible hammer gifted to Thor from his father, Odin. Capable of focussing and channel Thor's impressive array of abilities, Thor ultimately came to rely on the weapon and considered it an extension of himself. It was lost to the Nine Realms after his death.

CALIBURNUS:A legendary sword from the realm of Avallonis, Caliburnus is the weapon of Arturus Rex after the sword chose him and allowed itself to be pulled from the stone, deeming him to be a worthy king. The sister weapon to Mjölnir, Caliburnus was forged from the same dying star and is virtually indestructible and capable of cutting through nearly any other metal save for Mjölnir.

MEGINGJÖRð:An Asgardian belt that like Mjölnir, helps Thor to control his considerable Asgardian abilities. The belt allows Thor to easily regulate the output of his strength, allowing him to hold back when necessary or unless the full might of the God of Thunder.

JÁRNGREIPR:A pair of Asgardian bracers which hold Thor's armor and when activated expel a wave of energy that passes over the Asgardian, covering him in his armor and royal garb which he proudly wears into battle.

S U P P O R T I N G C A S T:

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A L L I E S:

MJÖLNIR: A hammer forged from the heart of a dying star by the dwarven brothers Eitri and Brokkr. The metal crafted for Mjölnir came to be known in Asgard as Uru. It is the sister weapon to the equally powerful sword, Excalibur which residents in the realm of Avalon. The weapon is known for being terribly unbalanced due to a flaw in its creation resulting in a shorter handle. When Thor died, Mjölnir disappeared into the cosmos of the Nine Realms and hasn't been seen since. It is believed by the Asgardians that the hammer will return when her master does.

ODIN BORSON: The Allfather of Asgard, son of Bor, father to Thor, Loki, and Baldur. Odin was the ruler of Asgard until its demise during Ragnarok. Like the rest of the surviving Asgardians, he was left to wander the galaxy in search of refuge. Confident in his remaining son's ability to lead and knowing one day Thor would be reborn, Odin searched the Nine Realms for his reincarnated son until eventually finding him, in Marville, Oklahoma.

ERIK & MARCY DONALDSON: Erik and Marcy Donaldson are the parents of Blake Donaldson, Thor's reincarnated self. Erik had studied to be an architect before the early death of his father resulted in him taking over the family farm in Marville Oklahoma. Marcy, on the other hand, was a pediatrician with her own private practice. The life on the farm, however, never truly suited her and had it not been for the birth of Blake, the couple likely would have separated long ago.

JANE FOSTER: Born in Marville, Oklahoma, Jane Foster was a childhood friend and high-school romance of Blake Donaldson before eventually leading Marville behind and attending school in New York City. Now one of the world's leading astrophysicists, Jane Foster has found herself following a bizarre star pattern which has led her back to Marville, Oklahoma.

BARBARA NORRIS: Blake Donaldson's current girlfriend. Blake met Barbara while attending Texas State University and the two moved back to Marville so Blake could help his aging father with the farm while running his veterinarian practice. Barbara, on the other hand, works as a Deputy in the Marville Sheriff's Department.

HEIMDALL: Thor's dearest friend and longest ally. During the events of Ragnarok, Heimdall and Loki were locked in combat, when the dust settled neither were living. However much like Thor, it is believed that Heimdall will return again. The master of the Bifrost, without Heimdall, Thor has no hope of gathering the people of Asgard again.

BALDUR: Baldur is the youngest of Odin's children and half-brother to Thor. With Thor and Loki both dead from the events of Ragnarok, Baldur is the current heir to the throne of Asgard and currently captains a small freighter out of Knowhere as he seeks to unite his wandering people.

LADY SIF: The former wife of the lady Thor and the current wife of his brother, Baldur. Lady Sif is one of Asgard's mightiest warriors and was foretold to bear the children of Thor who would go on to inherit the mighty Mjölnir. However, Sif miscarried during Ragnarok, leading to the loss of her unborn child. With Thor's death, no heir came for Mjölnir. Eventually, Sif found herself aboard Baldur's vessel and his right hand. The two fell in love and bonded over their common mission, eventually becoming wed.

THE WARRIORS THREE: Among Thor's closest friends, the Warriors Three is comprised of Volstagg the Valiant, Hogun the Grim, and Fandral the Dashing. The three are among some of Asgard's most fierce warriors, perhaps bested only by Thor and Sif herself. All three were thought to have been killed during Ragnarok but Volstagg survived, although severely injured and weakened. Serving under Baldur, the group has managed to locate the reincarnate bodies of Hogun and Fandral who have joined up with their motley crew.

ARTURUS REX: The Saxon King and ruler of Kamaalot, Arturus Rex, known in legend simply as King Arthur was originally a foe of Thor's. During an Asgardian siege of Avallonis, Thor and Arturus found themselves pitted in locked combat. But as Mjölnir and Caliburnus are sister weapons, neither could gain an edge on the other. Ultimately, the two came to an understanding and mutual respect, Arturus, before his passing remaining one of Thor's closest allies.

HERAKLES: A former rival of Thor's, the son of Zeus himself. The pair has often fought over which of them is stronger, each time one stalemating the other. Maintaining a friendly rivalry, the two immortals occasionally go on adventures together, which always end in alcohol and brawl.

W H A T M A K E S T H I S C H A R A C T E R U L T I M A T E?:

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This is a Thor who has done everything and yet has done nothing. He lived his mythical history, going on adventures throughout the Nine Realms and time before succumbing to his wounds during Ragnarok as Asgard was destroyed around him. But Thor is immortal, and through Odin's magic, he was reincarnated on Midgard.

Unlike in the Marvel Cinematic Universe, Thor was not aware of his true identity. He was not sent to Earth in an adult form but was rather birthed through a mortal and raised among them creating Christ and Superman parallels. Likewise, unlike Marvel's Thor, there is no transformation between Thor and his mortal form, this version is both simultaneously Thor Odinson and Blake Donaldson.

My stories will at first focus on Blake/Thor coming to terms with his returned memories and powers, finding a place among Earth's mightiest heroes. From there, Thor's mission will shift to seeking out his lost hammer, Mjölnir and unite the scattered people of Asgard.

S A M P L E P O S T:

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"There you are Ma'am, I'm sure Mr. Cuddles will be right as rain in no time at all." Dr. Blake Donaldson said as he gently passed the obese cat over the examination table to the frail old lady in front of him.

"But please, do try to limit Mr. Cuddles' treats to three per day," Blake added with a smile.

"I'm so sorry Doctor Donaldson, ever since my husband's passed away, I've just been lonely and the Mr. Cuddles here has been my only solace." The woman remarked, her voice cracking slightly as she continued. "And if I don't give Mr. Cuddles treats, he won't come to me. The darn cat always did like Ted more."

"Well, I can suggest a few other ways to attract the cat-" Blake began only to be cut off mid-sentence as a deafening crash echoed from outside on Marville's main street. It was quickly followed by the familiar whine of sirens as the Sheriff's department moved onto the scene.

"What in tarnation!" Mrs. Henderson exclaimed as Blake held up a hand for her to stay put as he moved out of the examination room and into the lobby where he could get a better view of whatever was happening outside.

"Doctor Donaldson, I'm sure the Sheriff's department can handle whatever it is." The elderly lady added as Blake turned back to look at her.

"That's what I'm afraid of." He retorted as his eyes searched the street for the old Crown Victoria. It didn't take much effort to pick the black and tan car out of the usual traffic that ran up and down Main Street, even less since its lights were reflecting red and blue off the front of the First National Bank across the street. Standing behind the passenger door with her gun drawn, was none other than the woman that Blake had been hoping not to see.

Barbara!

Barbara Norris, his college girlfriend, and common-law partner, the pair had been together for nearly five years now and there was no one in this world who knew Blake better than she did. But her choice of career wasn't exactly something Blake found desirable, his only relief being the staggering lack of violent crime in Marville.

At least until recently.

All over the world, individuals with what could only be described as superpowers, the stuff of old Captain America comic books, had begun to appear and caused what he personally considered to be a disaster. People with that kind of power, relatively unchecked, it was like they weren't held to any sort of responsibility and Blake could only imagine it was going to end in death for far too many people.

"COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP!"

The sound of Sheriff Lamb's voice broke Blake's internal monologue as he looked up to see the figure of a large man in the doorway of the bank. As he stepped into the light, Blake felt a small sense of dread run down his spine as he realized the mutant threat had finally come to Marville. The man's skin appeared metallic in the daylight, shiny and reflective as the high sun beat down on it. In one hand was a large duffle bag, overstuff with wads of cash, no doubt from within the vault of the bank. n the other hand was a crudely made flail, something you'd see an art student try to throw together in shop class back in high-school.

"Wait, I know him," Blake muttered aloud. "That's-"

"CARL CREEL, PUT THE WEAPON DOWN AND YOUR HANDS BEHIND YOUR HEAD!" Lamb continued to issue orders as Blake's former classmate maintained his steady path towards the cruiser. By now, Blake was hardly the only bystander the incident had attracted. After all, the most exciting thing to happen in Marville in the last month was when the local diner, Donar's, tried adding a vegan option to the menu.

Suddenly a collective scream came from the gathered crowd as Creel moved, the flail flying through the air, smashing against the hood of the cruiser as Lamb and Barbara opened fire. Gunshots ricocheted off of Creel's skin, bouncing into the crowd as screams grew louder, accentuated by the cries of pain.

Horrified as he looked around at the chaos, Blake had never felt so powerless in his entire life. At least, not until he saw the flail turn towards Barbara. The sound of metal on metal echoed in his ears as time seemingly froze around him. He watched helplessly as the flail crashed against the door of the cruiser, the force throwing Barbara backward. The impact as she hit the ground echoing in Blake's ears as he charged forward. Watching the gun slide from her grasp, Blake suddenly found himself standing between Barbara and Creel as the other man smiled.

"Crusher!" Blake roared. "That's enough, no one has to die today."

"You do," Creel replied, a smile on his face as Blake stared back at him defiantly. "God offered me a gift, it came at one price. That I kill you."

"We had our rivalry in high-school Creel, but that was ten years ago. You need to let it go." Blake replied, his eyes watching the ball and chain dragging behind the man.

"You had me kicked off the team, you little snitch! You ruined my chances at getting out of this town!"

"You would have been caught doping the second you joined a college team, I did you a favour! I gave you a chance to find another path in life and this is what you chose!"

"SHUT. UP." Creel roared, the flail swinging around as it caught Blake straight in the chest. His body was suddenly lifted into the air, Barbara's cries echoing through his ears as the warm trickle of blood ran down his chin, his breathing strained as ribs felt like they imploded in on his chest. The dirty pavement did nothing to break his fall as Blake found himself crumpled on the ground of a nearby alley, toss away like the rest of the garbage in this town.

Grasping for air, Blake's eyes widened as an elderly man looked down on his. His clothes were tattered and tarnished, a wide-brimmed hat covering half his face as Blake noticed a scarred eye socket hiding before the shadow of the hat. His remaining eye, however, twinkled with a kindness, not unlike one would see in their own grandfather.

"I think it's time for you to get back in the fight my son." The man said as he took a firm hold on Blake's hand, helping the younger man to his feet as a strange sensation washed over Blake's body. The dreams that had plagued him for nearly a decade suddenly bombarded his mind. The sky overhead darkened as thunder began to rumble and suddenly it was as though a fog had been lifted from Blake's mind.

"Father," Thor spoke for the first time in what felt like a millennium.

"Go forth my son, the people of Midgard need you."

Lightning flashed as Thor emerged from the alley, his Asgardian armor appearing as he approached Crusher, catching the flail midair as it swung towards his beloved Barbara.

"I would have words with thee, but thou dost not seem to be in the mood for conversing," Thor yelled over the storm as Crusher looked at the strange man before him, completely bewildered.

"Who... W-who the hell are you!" He screamed as Thor ripped the flail from his hands.

"I am Thor, the Son of Odin, God of Thunder." He declared. "Heir to the Throne of Asgard, Protector of the Nine Realms, Björn of the North, the Lone Rider of the Storm, Lord of Battle, the fierce spirit and to my enemies the Terrible."

"Yeah well, fuck you," Creel snarled. "I'm Crusher Creel, the Absorbing Man, kicker of your ass, douchebag."

"The Absorbing Man?" Thor raised an eyebrow. "Are thou a merchant of feminine hygiene products? Are thou truly absorbent?"

A chuckle arose from the silent crowd as Creel's face twisted in rage. Charging forward, he raised a fist only for Thor to grasp his wrist, hoisting the man above his head and slamming Creel into the ground as the asphalt splintered and shattered beneath the force.

"Arise foe, let us do battle." Thor taunted, motioning for Creel to approach with two fingers.

Scrambling to stand in the ever forming crater beneath him, Creel moved to charge Thor again only for the God of Thunder to step aside allowing Creel to awkward stumble past him. Roaring, the metal man turned and charged again, arms outstretched as Thor backhanded him across the face, tossing Creel aside like a ragdoll.

"FIGHT ME!" Creel roared as he steadied himself again.

"If that be thine wish." Thor smiled and charged Creel, leaping into the air as lighting swirled in the sky, meeting Thor's fist as he guided the bolt to Creel's face. A flash of light erupted upon impact and when it cleared, Thor stood triumphantly over his fallen foe. Creel's body slowly turning back to flesh and blood as he lost consciousness. Cheers exploded from the crowd as Thor bowed, leaping into the air as a gust of wind carried him over the rooftops, dropping him out of sight of the crowd. Dismissing his armor, Thor allowed himself to appear once again as Blake Donaldson.

Emerging from the alley, feigning his injuries, Thor stumbled forward, allowing himself to fall into the outstretched arms of Barbara Norris.

"I thought I had lost you." She stated a sigh of relief following her words. With a groan of agony, Thor replied in the guise of Blake.

"I think I'll leave the hero stuff to the professional from now on."