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Ultimate One Universe: Year One Application

Character You're Applying For: Greg Saunders; Vigilante

Powers And Abilities:
Spirit of Vengeance- After surviving his experience in Hell, Vigilante has found himself possessed by the Spirit of Vengeance, thus making him the current Ghost Rider, though he has trouble controlling it once he does change. These abilities are extremely new to Vig, he does not yet fully understand the scope of his responsibilities as the spirit. Vigilante can transform into his Ghost Rider form through concentration, or he can be forced into it during life threatening situations. In this form, Vigilante becomes a skeletal version of himself, and his body, clothing, and motorcycle are wreathed in hellfire. While in this state, he is a degree faster, stronger, and more durable than any average man; and his motorcycle is much faster than an average bike. Additionally, his lariat dramatically increases in length, and is itself wreathed in hellfire. His guns can also fire hellfire bullets. The last ability this form grants is a signature ‘Penance Stare’. He can finish a sufficiently weakened opponent by staring into the depths of their very soul, forcing them to see and feel the pain they’ve inflicted upon others for eternity. Vig suspects this form may have more abilities, but he has yet to discover them.

Gunslinger- Even during his time as a normal man, Greg Saunders had a knack for his pistols. He was never masterful, but he more than knew his way around the range, and was certainly the best pistolero in Warpath. Since his time in Hell, Vigilante’s skills have sharpened a hundredfold. He hasn’t had much of a chance to test it, but Vig now reckons he’s one of the best marksmen in the world. He carries six revolvers on him, two on the front of his hips, two on the back, and two on his chest(Edward Kenway style).

Whipfighter- Vigilante had experience with his whip when he was alive, but being constantly knee deep in demons teaches a man to use every tool at his disposal. He’s grown very precise with his lariat, able to even reliably grab and throw objects with it. A few times he’s managed to use it to wrestle a weapon out of a demon’s hands.

Grease Monkey- Vigilante’s passion, before his life went to Hell(literally) was working on his motorcycle. He’s a little rusty, since he didn’t have much time for motorbike repair in Hell, but he’s excited to soup up his ride for his new responsibilities.

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

Greg Saunders, on some level, always suspected that Warpath, Texas, was never meant for human habitation. There was an always has been a certain amount of strange to the place. Being born there, Greg would know that better than anybody. It was like a black hole to the curious and the supernatural -- always drawing them in. All the street corners had another magician who could tell your future for a dime, and every time the circus was in town, it was stranger than the last. The way his Pop described it, Warpath was a place where Hell and Heaven became kissing cousins, where reality and fictions bled together until you couldn’t tell ‘em apart no more. Greg always figured his Dad was joking around with him. Nothing stranger happened in Warpath than it would in any of the big cities. Greg would’ve been mostly right. Until things really started to get weird.

Sheriff Mort Saunders was just about the best Cop on the force, and the only one that really gave a shit. Things had a way of sorting themselves out in Warpath. Most of the offenses were just hack magicians trying to sell themselves on the mystique of the place, and swindle people out of their money. Anything worse than that was usually just petty crime. Anything that there was evidence of, anyhow. Reports would always come in from time to time. Murder, robbery, you name it; but when the Police would roll up, there’d be no evidence. Just ghosts and echoes. By the time Greg was nearing his twenty first birthday, Mort started mentioning a ‘New Case’ to him. Something that would ‘explain everything’. Six months later, he turned up dead in the first confirmed murder in the last twenty-five years of Warpath’s history. Greg took up Pop’s old revolvers and his whip, intent on delivering revenge to the sonsabitches who did this to his father. He swore on his grave to dedicate his life to the path of justice. The life of the Vigilante. The newly christened Vig spent two months tracking down and systematically eliminated a gang of bandits. As he worked his way through the higher ranking members, it was slowly becoming clearer and clearer that this was no ordinary Gang. It was a cult, devoted to finding something they called ‘The Miracle Mesa’. Vig never knew much about magic, but as he rolled up on the Cult for the final showdown, he could feel the air draw thinner. The closer he drew to them, the more he felt in a waking dream. The very reality around him seemed to pulsate with a kind of power, as if being touched by a force beyond mortal comprehension. It was around then that everything went to Hell.

Vigilante can still not accurately recall precisely what took place that day. In the face of the Miracle Mesa, reality peeled away, and all that was left was a nonsensical jangle of ideas, colors, feelings, and raw magic. What he does remember is bits and pieces. He remembers a blob of color, high in the sky, like you’d asked an abstract expressionist to design a city. He remembers emptying his pistols over and over again, shooting rounds into unholy abominations that spilled out of what seemed to be a hole in the world. What he remembers most of all is that he woke up in a place wholly unfamiliar to him, knee deep in demons.

Much like Warpath, Hell was… Unsuited to mortals, if Vigilante was still a mortal at all. God knows if he was dragged there through the Miracle Mesa, or if the demons spilling out of the thing killed him and brought him here. The one thing Vig knew for sure was that he had to get out. His experience of Hell was like a cryptic, corrupted version of the mortal plane. Everything was inverted, a perversion of itself. Everywhere was a veritable Sodom and Gomorrah, and just about all of the locals wanted him dead. In time, he found his pack. Six others who the Miracle Mesa had dragged in: Shining Knight, Jonah Hex, Johnny Frankenstein, Crimson Avenger, The Star Spangled Kid, and of course, good ol’ Stripsey. Time is a murky thing in Hell. They might’ve spent six months or a thousand years waging war on every manner of Demon and Monster they could find. However long it took them, on their way to demand passage out of the land of the damned from the Sultan of Sin himself, they ran across a demonic entity by the name of Mephisto. Mephisto’s bargain was simple: Safe passage out of Hell for Vig and all of his friends; in return for his mortal soul. By now The Seven Soldiers had learned a handful of lessons about survival in Hell. “Don’t deal with demons” was at the top of the list. In a pitched battle that lasted either a half hour or a month, the Soldiers, most of whom had all their limbs broken, were reasonably certain they’d hurt Mephisto. At least a tiny bit. Entirely beaten and with no other options, Vigilante stood up to the plate and laid down his soul, thus making him into Mephisto’s pawn, the Spirit of Vengeance. The current Ghost Rider. Now returned to Warpath, Vig and the Soldiers are planning their vengeance on Mephisto, and are seeking any magical help they can get. As Vig swore on his father's grave: Justice will be done.

What Makes This Character 'Ultimate'?:
This version of Vigilante alters his traditional origins, instead placing him in Warpath from the get-go. The idea here is to blend elements from many different versions of the character; literally the Ultimate edition. The main difference from those standard runs is its heavy focus on Saunders’ time in hell, which was otherwise just a bit of narration in a Jimmy Olsen comic. This version takes major inspiration from the raw weird that was Grant Morrison’s 7 Soldiers. There’s also the introduction of the Ghost Rider elements, which I did both to strengthen the idea of the DC and Marvel connection going on in this universe, but also to boost Vigilante’s power level, so he’s no slouch around some of the heavy hitters being brought in for this(as traditional Vig is just a grease monkey who is good with guns). On top of that, it lets Vig lean into the weird/supernatural that surrounds Hell and the West more effectively.

Supporting Characters:
Shining Knight - A medieval Knight encountered in Hell. He stumbled across the Miracle Mesa while battling with Morgan Le Fay. He swears he owned a winged horse by the name of Winged Victory, and thinks it must be alive somewhere in the world.

Jonah Hex - 1800's Bounty Hunter that Vig met in Hell. He ran into the Miracle Mesa while tracking down a Bounty.

Frankenstein - Another person Vigilante encountered in Hell. He stumbled into the Miracle Mesa sometime in the late 1700s.

Crimson Avenger - The first man Vigilante encountered in Hell. Small time hero of the early 1940s. He typically did things quietly enough that neither SHIELD nor CADMUS came down on him. While tracking down a case, he encountered the Miracle Mesa.

Star Spangled Kid and Stripsey - Star Spangled Kid, former sidekick to Captain America, and his sidekick Stripsey themselves stumbled onto Miracle Mesa themselves in the late 1940’s, and have been in Hell since. That is, until Vig sprung them.

Billy Gunn - Old family friend and current Sheriff of Warpath.

Mephisto - Technically, Mephisto is Vigilante’s current Boss. The demon is responsible for his Ghost Rider abilities and his escape from Hell.

Sample Post:

The Ranchero of Miracle Mesa - Part One

Vigilante could always feel it behind his eyes. The burning. The anger. It was like a little demon that lived in his head, constantly stabbing his eyes and his brain. Always screaming.

“VENGEANCE MUST BE DONE.” If he listened close he could constantly hear the click-clack of his own bones. The sound was whispered into his ear by some kind of unseen entity. Vig supposed it was Mephisto’s way of taunting him. He hoped the Demon Lord got enough satisfaction out of it before his head got turned into chunky salsa.

Vig leaned back in his rocker, polishing his pistols for the umpteenth time. He should’ve been the one to go, but according to Frank, he was best equipped to handle it if some creepy crawly clawed its way up to the surface. In his heart, Vig knew it too. But hell, maybe they were just protecting him from himself, Houston hadn’t been fine. A simple operation to wrassle a coupla Occult Books outta’ the hands of some gangbangers that didn’t know what the fuck they were turned into hellfire and screams of the damned. By contrast there wasn’t much to wake that thing in Warpath.

Hex said he’d seen it once before. The old man was tracking down a gang of outlaws led by a bandit by the name of White Face. The way Hex told it, by the time he rode up with his big iron, the whole place was burnin’ to the ground. Now, this was one of them old Frontier towns. Everything was down one long single road. Every one of the gang was laid at over the place. Sticking outta shop windows, gutted open on the glass. Speared through on a cracked post. Some of ‘em were burnin’ with the buildings. Even from a distance, Hex could see the thousand yard stares on some of the bodies. Weren’t no man that did this to them.

Way down, at the end of that long road, Hex could see White Face himself. The mask was burned away an’ his face was singed. Whatever the hell was holding him up by his neck wasn’t human, and certainly wasn’t no creature of God. Its skin was all burned away, an’ all that was left was a white skull coated in hellfire. Hex had killed many a man in his time, but he’d never seen no one beg like White Face begged that day. Hex ‘imself never got a good look at its proper face. Musta been something horrible, to make a rough sonuvabitch like White Face sob his goddamn eyes out. It was hard for Hex to see quite right at all that distance, but at some point White Face stopped struggling. He just stared through. His eyes were locked right on that skull, but they seemed to be gone for a million miles.

That was the only bounty Hex ever abandoned. He figured The Devil had come to collect his dues before mortal men got the chance, and that was a-okay with him.

On the horizon, Vig could see a dust cloud. The first to return. He holstered his pistol and drew himself out of his rocker. He tried to ignore the gnawing sensation in the back of his mind. Out of the dust, a figure cloaked in red slowly materialized. He was riding on a white steed -- that guy would never get used to motorcycle, even as Vig’s insistence.

The Crimson Avenger was the first man Vigilante had encountered in Hell. He seemed someone of solid principle, devoted to his cause -- Not unlike Vig’s father. Vig stood in the street. He wiped his hands and waved to his coming friend.

“Woah, nelly.” Crimson called out to his horse. They slowed on approach.

“Get whatcha’ needed, pardner?” Vig extended a hand to help him down from the horse.

“Yep. Now, we’ll probably have to modify the thing to make it suitable for combat down there…” Crimson took the hand and jumped down from his horse. He had a silver case attached to him at the hip.

“I’m just happy to have a fresh model of the old girl, again,” The Crimson Avenger opened the case and pulled out a gas gun -- it gleamed in the sunlight, “been too long.”

“Can’t imagine what that feelin’s like. Three years realtime was long enough fer me to be away from my bike.” Vigilante gestured to the second rocker. The Avenger nodded and obliged.

“So, what’s the word, Avenger?” Vig kicked up his legs and leaned back into the chair. The simple pleasures would be few, now. Had to do his best to enjoy them before it came time for the real war to start.

“Well, Knight, Hex, and Frankenstein are still trying to get themselves accustomed to the modern world. They were going to head up to the New York and Metropolis area to see what’s to see. They were planning on looking into the local occult locations to see if they can scrounge up anything we don’t already know.” Crimson Avenger said. He took a seat in his rocker, taking the time to press out the folds and wrinkles in his costume. It was a thing of amazing construction -- it held up all the way through his time in Hell up to now.

“Mhm.” Vig said. He reached into his shirt pocket and pulled a cigarette. He considered it, for a moment. He felt the voice in his ear reaching out for his lighter, the call of the fire. He put the cig on the arm of the chair. “The Kid and Stripey have any word on Cap?”

The Crimson Avenger shook his head. The Star Spangled Kid had set out to find his old teacher -- Said he would’ve known it Cap had passed. The man was certain they would’ve heard tell of his passing or, God forbid, have seen him there. That meant he was out there somewhere, and hell, maybe he could be of service.

“Well Crimson, that jus means it’s you, me, and a long wait against whatever hand The Miracle Mesa deals us next. Cheers.”

Additional Notes:
-I tried my best, but I just couldn’t find the name of Vig’s Dad. But his original creators were both guys named Mort, so Mort Saunders was born.

-Why yes, yes I did ignore traditional paragraph rules and common sense in order to make my backstory fit the requirement. I really tried to keep it brief but most all of the details in there I thought were too important to cut out, and I really needed them to sell the concept.

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^{"The Cowboy must never shoot first, hit a smaller man, or take unfair advantage."}

Background

Greg Saunders, on some level, always suspected that Warpath, Texas, was never meant for human habitation. There was an always has been a certain amount of strange to the place. Being born there, Greg would know that better than anybody. It was like a black hole to the curious and the supernatural -- always drawing them in. All the street corners had another magician who could tell your future for a dime, and every time the circus was in town, it was stranger than the last. The way his Pop described it, Warpath was a place where Hell and Heaven became kissing cousins, where reality and fictions bled together until you couldn’t tell ‘em apart no more. Greg always figured his Dad was joking around with him. Nothing stranger happened in Warpath than it would in any of the big cities. Greg would’ve been mostly right. Until things really started to get weird.

Sheriff Mort Saunders was just about the best Cop on the force, and the only one that really gave a shit. Things had a way of sorting themselves out in Warpath. Most of the offenses were just hack magicians trying to sell themselves on the mystique of the place, and swindle people out of their money. Anything worse than that was usually just petty crime. Anything that there was evidence of, anyhow. Reports would always come in from time to time. Murder, robbery, you name it; but when the Police would roll up, there’d be no evidence. Just ghosts and echoes. By the time Greg was nearing his twenty first birthday, Mort started mentioning a ‘New Case’ to him. Something that would ‘explain everything’. Six months later, he turned up dead in the first confirmed murder in the last twenty-five years of Warpath’s history. Greg took up Pop’s old revolvers and his whip, intent on delivering revenge to the sonsabitches who did this to his father. He swore on his grave to dedicate his life to the path of justice. The life of the Vigilante. The newly christened Vig spent two months tracking down and systematically eliminated a gang of bandits. As he worked his way through the higher ranking members, it was slowly becoming clearer and clearer that this was no ordinary Gang. It was a cult, devoted to finding something they called ‘The Miracle Mesa’. Vig never knew much about magic, but as he rolled up on the Cult for the final showdown, he could feel the air draw thinner. The closer he drew to them, the more he felt in a waking dream. The very reality around him seemed to pulsate with a kind of power, as if being touched by a force beyond mortal comprehension. It was around then that everything went to Hell.

Vigilante can still not accurately recall precisely what took place that day. In the face of the Miracle Mesa, reality peeled away, and all that was left was a nonsensical jangle of ideas, colors, feelings, and raw magic. What he does remember is bits and pieces. He remembers a blob of color, high in the sky, like you’d asked an abstract expressionist to design a city. He remembers emptying his pistols over and over again, shooting rounds into unholy abominations that spilled out of what seemed to be a hole in the world. What he remembers most of all is that he woke up in a place wholly unfamiliar to him, knee deep in demons.

Much like Warpath, Hell was… Unsuited to mortals, if Vigilante was still a mortal at all. God knows if he was dragged there through the Miracle Mesa, or if the demons spilling out of the thing killed him and brought him here. The one thing Vig knew for sure was that he had to get out. His experience of Hell was like a cryptic, corrupted version of the mortal plane. Everything was inverted, a perversion of itself. Everywhere was a veritable Sodom and Gomorrah, and just about all of the locals wanted him dead. In time, he found his pack. Six others who the Miracle Mesa had dragged in: Shining Knight, Jonah Hex, Johnny Frankenstein, Crimson Avenger, The Star Spangled Kid, and of course, good ol’ Stripsey. Time is a murky thing in Hell. They might’ve spent six months or a thousand years waging war on every manner of Demon and Monster they could find. However long it took them, on their way to demand passage out of the land of the damned from the Sultan of Sin himself, they ran across a demonic entity by the name of Mephisto. Mephisto’s bargain was simple: Safe passage out of Hell for Vig and all of his friends; in return for his mortal soul. By now The Seven Soldiers had learned a handful of lessons about survival in Hell. “Don’t deal with demons” was at the top of the list. In a pitched battle that lasted either a half hour or a month, the Soldiers, most of whom had all their limbs broken, were reasonably certain they’d hurt Mephisto. At least a tiny bit. Entirely beaten and with no other options, Vigilante stood up to the plate and laid down his soul, thus making him into Mephisto’s pawn, the Spirit of Vengeance. The current Ghost Rider. Now returned to Warpath, Vig and the Soldiers are planning their vengeance on Mephisto, and are seeking any magical help they can get. As Vig swore on his father's grave: Justice will be done.

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:

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This version of Vigilante alters his traditional origins, instead placing him in Warpath from the get-go. The idea here is to blend elements from many different versions of the character; literally the Ultimate edition. The main difference from those standard runs is its heavy focus on Saunders’ time in hell, which was otherwise just a bit of narration in a Jimmy Olsen comic. This version takes major inspiration from the raw weird that was Grant Morrison’s 7 Soldiers. There’s also the introduction of the Ghost Rider elements, which I did both to strengthen the idea of the DC and Marvel connection going on in this universe, but also to boost Vigilante’s power level, so he’s no slouch around some of the heavy hitters being brought in for this(as traditional Vig is just a grease monkey who is good with guns). On top of that, it lets Vig lean into the weird/supernatural that surrounds Hell and the West more effectively.

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-Unlike with Spider-Man, I won't be posting Vig's backlog here. Instead you'll find it below in the post catalog.

Supporting Cast

Shining Knight - A medieval Knight encountered in Hell. He stumbled across the Miracle Mesa while battling with Morgan Le Fay. He swears he owned a winged horse by the name of Winged Victory, and thinks it must be alive somewhere in the world.

Jonah Hex - 1800's Bounty Hunter that Vig met in Hell. He ran into the Miracle Mesa while tracking down a Bounty.

Frankenstein - Another person Vigilante encountered in Hell. He stumbled into the Miracle Mesa sometime in the late 1700s.

Crimson Avenger - The first man Vigilante encountered in Hell. Small time hero of the early 1940s. He typically did things quietly enough that neither SHIELD nor CADMUS came down on him. While tracking down a case, he encountered the Miracle Mesa.

Star Spangled Kid and Stripsey - Star Spangled Kid, former sidekick to Captain America, and his sidekick Stripsey themselves stumbled onto Miracle Mesa themselves in the late 1940’s, and have been in Hell since. That is, until Vig sprung them.

Billy Gunn - Old family friend and current Sheriff of Warpath.

Mephisto - Technically, Mephisto is Vigilante’s current Boss. The demon is responsible for his Ghost Rider abilities and his escape from Hell.

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The Ranchero of Miracle Mesa

Vigilante could always feel it behind his eyes. The burning. The anger. It was like a little demon that lived in his head, constantly stabbing his eyes and his brain. Always screaming.

“VENGEANCE MUST BE DONE.” If he listened close he could constantly hear the click-clack of his own bones. The sound was whispered into his ear by some kind of unseen entity. Vig supposed it was Mephisto’s way of taunting him. He hoped the Demon Lord got enough satisfaction out of it before his head got turned into chunky salsa.

Vig leaned back in his rocker, polishing his pistols for the umpteenth time. He should’ve been the one to go, but according to Frank, he was best equipped to handle it if some creepy crawly clawed its way up to the surface. In his heart, Vig knew it too. But hell, maybe they were just protecting him from himself, Houston hadn’t been fine. A simple operation to wrassle a coupla Occult Books outta’ the hands of some gangbangers that didn’t know what the fuck they were turned into hellfire and screams of the damned. By contrast there wasn’t much to wake that thing in Warpath.

Hex said he’d seen it once before. The old man was tracking down a gang of outlaws led by a bandit by the name of White Face. The way Hex told it, by the time he rode up with his big iron, the whole place was burnin’ to the ground. Now, this was one of them old Frontier towns. Everything was down one long single road. Every one of the gang was laid at over the place. Sticking outta shop windows, gutted open on the glass. Speared through on a cracked post. Some of ‘em were burnin’ with the buildings. Even from a distance, Hex could see the thousand yard stares on some of the bodies. Weren’t no man that did this to them.

Way down, at the end of that long road, Hex could see White Face himself. The mask was burned away an’ his face was singed. Whatever the hell was holding him up by his neck wasn’t human, and certainly wasn’t no creature of God. Its skin was all burned away, an’ all that was left was a white skull coated in hellfire. Hex had killed many a man in his time, but he’d never seen no one beg like White Face begged that day. Hex ‘imself never got a good look at its proper face. Musta been something horrible, to make a rough sonuvabitch like White Face sob his goddamn eyes out. It was hard for Hex to see quite right at all that distance, but at some point White Face stopped struggling. He just stared through. His eyes were locked right on that skull, but they seemed to be gone for a million miles.

That was the only bounty Hex ever abandoned. He figured The Devil had come to collect his dues before mortal men got the chance, and that was a-okay with him.

On the horizon, Vig could see a dust cloud. The first to return. He holstered his pistol and drew himself out of his rocker. He tried to ignore the gnawing sensation in the back of his mind. Out of the dust, a figure cloaked in red slowly materialized. He was riding on a white steed -- that guy would never get used to motorcycle, even as Vig’s insistence.

The Crimson Avenger was the first man Vigilante had encountered in Hell. He seemed someone of solid principle, devoted to his cause -- Not unlike Vig’s father. Vig stood in the street. He wiped his hands and waved to his coming friend.

“Woah, nelly.” Crimson called out to his horse. They slowed on approach.

“Get whatcha’ needed, pardner?” Vig extended a hand to help him down from the horse.

“Yep. Now, we’ll probably have to modify the thing to make it suitable for combat down there…” Crimson took the hand and jumped down from his horse. He had a silver case attached to him at the hip.

“I’m just happy to have a fresh model of the old girl, again,” The Crimson Avenger opened the case and pulled out a gas gun -- it gleamed in the sunlight, “been too long.”

“Can’t imagine what that feelin’s like. Three years realtime was long enough fer me to be away from my bike.” Vigilante gestured to the second rocker. The Avenger nodded and obliged.

“So, what’s the word, Avenger?” Vig kicked up his legs and leaned back into the chair. The simple pleasures would be few, now. Had to do his best to enjoy them before it came time for the real war to start.

“Well, Knight, Hex, and Frankenstein are still trying to get themselves accustomed to the modern world. They were going to head up to the New York and Metropolis area to see what’s to see. They were planning on looking into the local occult locations to see if they can scrounge up anything we don’t already know.” Crimson Avenger said. He took a seat in his rocker, taking the time to press out the folds and wrinkles in his costume. It was a thing of amazing construction -- it held up all the way through his time in Hell up to now.

“Mhm.” Vig said. He reached into his shirt pocket and pulled a cigarette. He considered it, for a moment. He felt the voice in his ear reaching out for his lighter, the call of the fire. He put the cig on the arm of the chair. “The Kid and Stripey have any word on Cap?”

The Crimson Avenger shook his head. The Star Spangled Kid had set out to find his old teacher -- Said he would’ve known it Cap had passed. The man was certain they would’ve heard tell of his passing or, God forbid, have seen him there. That meant he was out there somewhere, and hell, maybe he could be of service.

“Well Crimson, that jus means it’s you, me, and a long wait against whatever hand The Miracle Mesa deals us next. Cheers.”

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Posts

Part One - The Ranchero of Miracle Mesa
Prelude
Strings; Issue 1
Strings; Issue 2
Strings; Issue 3
Strings; Issue 4
Strings; Issue 5; Finale
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Riders on the Storm; Issue 1
Riders on the Storm; Issue 2
Riders on the Storm; Issue 3
Riders on the Storm; Issue 4
Riders on the Storm; Issue 5
Riders on the Storm; Issue 6
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Glitter and Gold; Issue 1
Glitter and Gold; Issue 2
Glitter and Gold; Issue 3
Glitter and Gold; Issue 4
Glitter and Gold; Issue 5
Glitter and Gold; Issue 6
Glitter and Gold; Issue 7
Glitter and Gold; Issue 8
Glitter and Gold; Issue 9
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Season One Epilogue

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-The Hulk's battles with Superman and other heroes are, of course, pending their respective player's approval.

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^{"I am become Death, destroyer of worlds."}

In the wee hours of July 16th, 1945, J. Robert Oppenheimer's Manhattan Project would change the world forever in a single, blinding flash. We would never forget the bomb that sundered the heavens; or the single minded wrath of the creature that emerged in its wake.

The Hulk, as the monster would come to be known sprang forth from the body of one Doctor Bruce Banner, as the young scientist sacrificed himself to shield one Rick Jones from the effects of the Manhattan Project's bomb, Banner found himself afflicted by deadly gamma rays. The Hulk was, for a time, the best kept secret of the United States Government. A green skinned boogeyman that lived in the heat mirages of the desert, wanting simply to be left alone, and destroying all those that dared to pursue. During this time, the US Military would stage a series of anti-Hulk black operations in and around the New Mexico desert known as The Hulkbuster Program, deploying experimental weapons technology developed through the combined efforts of Lex Luthor and General Thaddeus Ross, that would later find its way to the warfront. Ross' crusades against the creature culminated in Ross' transformation into the so-called 'Red Hulk'.

Following the Red Hulk's defeat, Banner would flee New Mexico and remain in hiding for some time, evading military search and capture procedure and showing, for the first time, a remarkable degree of control over his transformations into The Hulk. This period would be marked by a dramatic drop in Hulk sightings: some theorize that this drop is associated with the rumored relationship between Banner and one Betty Ross, but Ross has denied any affiliation with the monster.

The Hulk's appearances at this time would often coincide with sightings of many of America's mystery men, including The Spider, in an encounter The Daily Bugle Press would describe as a "Clash of Villains!". The Hulk would also find himself the sometimes friend and sometimes foe of the Justice Society, battling alongside and against them in a handful of critical battles across the country.

In 1961, following the election of John F. Kennedy and The Hulk's intervention in an otherwise sanctioned US Military Gamma Radiation test, the government mounted a new Hulkbuster program, this time calling upon America's heroes to defeat the beast and place him in federal custody. This period would see Hulk battle The Green Lantern, Wonder Woman, and other members of the Justice Society before his ultimate defeat at the hands of Superman.

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"אֱמֶת"

Some gunk about the concept, how it varies from canon, etc.

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but why tho

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bad idea

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^{"Good grief..."}

Jotaro Kujo has been saving the world in one way or another since he was just eighteen. He is a member of the Joestar family, a long lineage of heroes dating back to the late 1800s. As a youth, Jotaro was a delinquent, picking frequent fights and shirking his responsibilities in favor of chasing his own nebulous quest for anything more meaningful than his education.

Jotaro found his attention focused in the 1988 by the resurgence of Dio Brando, an ancient enemy of the Joestar family. Together with his Grandfather Joseph, Jotaro would become a founding member of the Stardust Crusaders, a group of metahumans all possessing the unique power of the Stand -- and all with a grudge against Dio. Together, the Crusaders travelled the world, battling other Stand users while enroute to Dio's lair.

Eventually, the Crusaders arrived in Egypt, and shortly thereafter, reach Dio's mansion. In a climactic confrontation that claimed the lives of several Crusaders, Jotaro would narrowly overcome the abilities of Dio's Stand, The World, and vanquish the ancient evil once and for all.

After his adventures in Egypt, Jotaro retreated from the world of superheroics to pursue his degree in Marine Biology, with which he would find employment in the Speedwagon Foundation, a science facility and research team owned and operated by friends of the family. In addition to his duties as staff biologist, The Speedwagon Foundation frequently solicited Jotaro's assistance in a number of minor conflicts with enemy Stand users along with that of fellow Crusader Jean Polnareff.

Jotaro's life would change again while visiting his Grandfather in New York City. Jotaro, alongside a cavalcade of costumed heroes including Captain America and Black Canary fought to repel the invasion of the Chitauri, alien invaders invited to the planet by Loki, lie smith. Jotaro became a founding member of the Avengers, if somewhat reluctantly. As an Avenger, Jotaro was only summoned in times of great need, in accordance with his wishes, leading to his participation in battles against Darkseid, Starro, and even a one time standoff against the Incredible Hulk.

During his Avenging days, Jotaro sired a daughter, Jolyne, and began building a family of his own. A family that Mojo would rip him away from. Jotaro has freshly arrived to Mojoworld, hiding his stand, Star Platinum, in reserve for the right opportunity...

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Essentially, the idea here is JoJo x Marvel x DC, merging all three universes into one fairly cohesive canon. The Marvel and DC portions of this universe are mostly standard, except for the fact that a number of heroes are actually Stand users instead of conventional metahumans (for instance, Spider-Man wields the Stand, Sultan of Swing). As for the JoJos universe, the Joestars are considered pillars of the hero community, with The Stardust Crusaders being considered one of the world's first superhero teams. Essentially, imagine a Marvel/DC One Universe that the Joestars have always been a part of, while still more or less following their own canon, with specifics like team rosters nonwithstanding.

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Stands for Non JoJo Fans - A Quick Guide

JoJo's main power system is the use of Stand abilities, strange metahuman abilities that tend to manifest themselves as bizarre ghosts that are often emblematic of some trait or another of their user. Stand powers tend to be strange if not bizarre, with some Stands being able to perform odd, esoteric abilities, like the power to to make anything into a zipper.

Most find themselves incapable of developing Stands, which are only rarely granted at birth. Mostly, Stand development results from contact with an extradimensional virus found on the so-called 'Stand Arrows' -- if the virus doesn't kill you first.

Some general rules about Stands are:

-Stands can stand separately from the user (hence the name) or be used as an extension of the user's body, as a kind of ghost-skin over their form.

-Any damage taken by the Stand is reflected by damage to its user. To kill or injure a Stand is to do the same to its user.

-Lastly, Stands are invisible to most normal humans. In traditional JoJo canon, only fellow Stand users can perceive Stands, but here I think it makes sense to include Metahumans, Aliens, and particularly aware humans as people that are also able to see Stands.

Jotaro's Stand, Star Platinum, is a blue/purple punching ghost that vaguely resembles Jotaro's Great Great Grandfather, Johnathan Joestar. It is, thankfully, one of the simpler Stands. Star Platinum is superhumanly strong, fast, and incredibly precise, to the point that Star Platinum can easily grab point blank pistol rounds. In addition, Star Platinum's most powerful ability is The World, the ability to utterly freeze time for ~3 seconds at a given usage.

-Pitching an anime character to a Marvel/DC game is a really big ask, I know; its almost a taboo in the comic RP scene around here. I realize and accept that this severely hinders this character's chance of acceptance, but I thank you for reading this far into the sheet anyway.

-So, this is standard Jotaro set against standard Marvel and DC. What gives? Aren't we supposed to get a little elseworld with it? I decided to leave the settings I'm blending here in neutral form so that the admittedly strange crossover goes down a little smoother.

-What I'm trying to achieve with this character in this game comes down to the fact that I've always kind of put my feelings about JoJo and my feelings about superhero media right next to each other in my noggin. I think that ultimately JoJos Bizarre Adventure is just another take on the foundations of the superhero genre -- beautiful men in silly outfits battling each other with otherworldly powers. To me, it seems like a natural fit. As well, JJBA is a series deeply concerned with legacy, family, fate, and even the multiverse itself. I think playing with those themes in a setting where you don't typically see this character alongside characters that you definitely haven't seen him with could be a jolly good time.

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The below character started as a shitpost. I'm not really sure how much of a shitpost it is anymore.

The Holy...

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^{"All it takes for evil to prosper is for a good dinosaur to sit by and do nothing!"}

Hayden is unsure of his origins. She suspects that her birth parents are missing, or dead, or both. Though he acknowledges the outside possibility that she doesn't have proper parents at all...

Let's back up. Hayden's earliest memory is being in the 'care' (or lack thereof) of one Doctor Thaddeus Sivana. Hayden has thus far been unsuccessful in determining how he got there in the first place, but she suspects he may have even been a test-tube baby of Sivana's personal design (though, the more Hayden thinks on this possibility, the less the timelines of it all make sense...) . This time in Hayden's life is a haze, being subjected to experiments both scientific and magical as Sivana used his new ward to search for some means to defeat his nemesis, Captain Marvel.

These experiments caused Hayden's abilities to distort over the years, blurring the lines between magic, science, and the metagene. Originally Hayden's powers were closer to that of Beast Boy, but Sivana's endless tinkering rendered the youth's abilities into the dinosaur focused form they take today.

But Sivana's labs were no place for a growing dinosaur. By age 11, Hayden had mustered enough power and control to transform herself into a T-Rex and escape while Sivana tangled with Captain Marvel in another portion of the facility. Following his time in Sivana's labs, Hayden would develop something of a friendship with Captain Marvel, after the hero stopped him from using her abilities to almost level Fawcett City High. For a time, Hayden adventured alongside the Captain, using his abilities to thwart small time Fawcett crooks with hordes of ankle-biting micro-raptors to help save the day. To the people of Fawcett City, Dino-Man was Captain Marvel's boyish ward, a reputation that would chafe as Hayden grew into a teenager. For this reason, Hayden has set off to pursue her own path of paleontological justice -- too young to be considered for Titans membership, it is a path that has lead him into direct contact with the Renegades.

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Dinosaur Transmogrification: Thanks to Doctor Sivana's experiments, in a process that is one part science and one part magic, Dino-Man can transform objects and even himself into dinosaurs of all shapes and sizes. These transformations seem to be based more on Hayden's perception than any scientific interpretation of dinosaurs -- for instance, velociraptors generated by her ability more closely resemble those from Jurassic Park than the actual dinosaur.

The dinosaurs Hayden creates are unrestricted in species, but are capped in their abilities and size by the material being used. While Hayden could create a T-Rex from a paperclip, the resultant dino would have the size and rough durability of said paperclip. As well, the larger the object being transformed, the more of a toll it takes on Hayden. A paperclip T-Rex is no problem, but transmogrifying an SUV into a Triceratops would leave her more than winded.

Hayden seems to be able to surpass these material restrictions for his personal transformations, able to warp her own body into whatever shape and size is needed for his desired dinosaur. However, stretching too far beyond her original size is one of the most taxing ways his power can be used, with single transformations into large dinosaurs typically wiping her out.

To maintain her abilities Hayden has to consume a prodigious amount of calories, with this intake scaling dependent on the extent to which Hayden has used his abilities. Hayden has been recorded to eat as much as 40,000 calories in a single day, rivaling the intake of a Tyrannosaurus Rex.

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Hayden is motivated by a sense of individualism. After his experiences in Sivana's lab, Hayden wants to live her own life as he sees fit, without the tight controls and cages of her former life. As well, despite his admiration of Captain Marvel, more and more Hayden finds herself wanting to stand out as his own superhero, and feels the Renegades can give her the space to do just that.

A lot of this motivation comes from the fact that Hayden doesn't feel like he's "earned" her powers. Captain Marvel had to be pure of heart and an exemplary hero to achieve his abilities, but by comparison, Hayden had to... Get poked by needles a bunch. While Hayden is far from feeling that his powers are a curse or anything, but he feels that by wielding them, its her duty to use them for the greater good.

In terms of my motivations as a writer here, I'm not as available as many of the other creators in this thread, so I'm trying to create Hayden as something of a compromise. Here's a character that's probably too young to be in hero business in the first place, and thus can be written out as needed without it feeling too narratively dissonant. I see Hayden as much more of a support or secondary character than the other members of the team. Were this the Young Justice show, he'd be left with relatively little screen time. Ideally, Hayden will be best used tp support other player characters in their arcs and GMs in their plot machinations.

C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:

-Despite her gender fluidity, Hayden's superhero name is always Dino-Man, regardless of his gender at a given moment.

-In actual RP Hayden likely won't be switching pronouns as often as in this sheet. Here I just tried to intentionally vary them as much as possible to get used to switching in the first place.

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The Platypus: fuck yeah

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^{"Don't worry, Barry. Zoom will teach you."}

Barry Allen has never been able to slow down -- and he's still not fast enough. Not fast enough to save his Mother, without the speed to be there for Iris, and not quick enough to save Pietro Maximoff from himself.

Barry has undergone much of the standard Flash origins, the death of his mother at the hands of the Reverse Flash, his life with the West family, and the lab accident that would transform him into the one and only scarlet speedster, The Flash.

In this iteration, The Flash is close friends with Pietro Maximoff, a fellow officer at CCPD who revealed his mutancy to Barry after deducing the fellow officer was, in fact, The Flash. Inspired by Barry's then-month of antics as Central City's red streak. The badge was hardly enough to contain Pietro's ambition, and he would join The Flash on the scene as the hero Quicksilver.

With the tutelage of the previous Flash, Jay Garrick, the speedsters scarlet and silver would battle all manner of metahumans, mutants, and madcap scientists across Central City. From Captains Cold and Boomerang to the dastardly pair of Weather Wizard and Whirlwind, Barry and Pietro kept the city safe and were, for a time, awarded with idyllic lives. Pietro rising in the ranks of CCPD, and Barry finding love with his childhood friend Iris West.

Things would change with the re-emergence of the Reverse Flash. Faster than Quicksilver and Flash put together, it would take weeks of training and the combined efforts of all three of Central City's speedsters and the local branch of STAR Labs to defeat the man in yellow, and send him back in the timestream from whence he came. But Barry's speed now sat differently in his body; as fast as he and Pietro had become in their training, Barry was only getting faster.

The faster Barry became, the harder and harder it was to slow down. Seconds long quips around the office water cooler stretched into minutes and hours; even Pietro was falling behind. At a point, the other speedster might as well have been as slow as anyone else.

Pietro grew envious of Barry's speed, and sought out the X-Men for further, specialized training as a mutant. During this time, Barry became Central City's sole protector, with the occasional assist from Garrick or other heroes. His work as The Flash was the one thing keeping him sane, zipping to punch bank robbers and save cats from trees in-between the beats of conversations wherever he could, sparing his undivided attention almost exclusively for Iris. As long as it took for Barry to understand even her simplest words, he hung on them, an anchor to a less tumultuous time in his life.

Everything changed on Pietro's last mission with the X-Men, learning of his true parentage: he was the spawn of Magneto, leader of the Brotherhood of Mutants. Believing Magneto could lead him to the speed he desired, Pietro turned on the X-Men, becoming a zealous believer in Magneto's cause. In his father's world, Pietro could be the fastest mutant alive.

Despite Pietro's dreams, his hopes were dashed by Barry's intervention. Alongside the X-Men, The Flash defeated The Brotherhood, putting Magneto behind bars as Pietro disappeared to the four winds.

Barry would grow faster still, now able to approach lightspeed, he had all the time in the world; yet, still, less and less for Iris. Barry abandoned his job at the CCPD at dedicated himself to full time crimefighting, never slowing for an instant, zipping across the the country to solve problems wherever he was needed.

Achieving such phenomenal speeds, Barry learned of the Speed Force, as well as its self-appointed expert and guardian, Professor Zoom. Under Zoom, Barry would break the barriers of light and time, becoming one of Earth's most powerful heroes, and facing off once more against Eobard Thawne, this time within the confines of the speedforce. Barry emerged victorious, but his challenges were far from over.

Zoom had another pupil. The Rival, a black clad speedster spoken of only in rumor. The Flash would clash with The Rival in his now worldwide sprints, in sparks of black and red too fast for even Superman to follow -- The Rival was, in all Barry's years, the only man to ever truly keep up with him. Everything fell to the wayside in Barry's life. There was no Justice League, no X-Men, no Iris: only the threat of The Rival, approaching over the horizon.

In their final battle, The Rival unmasked himself: he was Pietro. Using a combination of the experimental drug Velocity 9, his personal notes on Barry's accident, a mysterious benefactor, and the blood of countless other speedsters, Pietro had finally achieved the speed he so desired.

In their pitched battle, Pietro was able to leverage his newfound command over the Speedforce to sever Barry's connection to it -- before the other speedster disappeared, without a trace.

Barry now finds himself on Mojoworld, significantly slower than he should be, relying exclusively on his biological speed. For the first time in his ten years as The Flash, Barry has been forced to slow down and reflect. Through each of Mojo's trials, barry reflects on what he's lost in his pursuit of the speedforce: his career, his allies, his closest friend, and the love of his life.

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Not a lot to say on the world background here: this is a pretty standard Marvel/DC One Universe setting that integrates the two universes quite closely with one another. The most major change is Pietro's inclusion, both as Flash's ally and as his enemy.

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-Leaving current his speed limit pretty unspecific for the time being. Figure it'll just scale appropriately to the strength of the accepted party.

-In case its not clear completely from the bio, I'd like to make it crystal that this version of Barry cannot slow down his perspective once he begins tapping into the Speedforce. To access it is, fundamentally, to tie himself to a life in the fast lane.

-There's an implication in there that The Rival is working with Mojo -- I leave it up to the GM to decide whether this is actually the case.

Up and at 'em...

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^{"Up and at 'em, Atom Ant!"}

Born in Hong Kong, Ryan Choi quickly distinguished himself as a brilliant young scientist. Choi had a fascination with superheroes, in particular, rivals Ant-Man and The Atom, and sought to replicate their shrinking tech. His results were decidedly explosive... But promising.

Choi attracted the attention of Reed Richards and his Future Foundation, an advanced academy for especially gifted students, like himself. Joining the foundation at just twelve, Ryan would rub shoulders with an incredible range of super scientists. Ted Kord, Tony Stark, and Bruce Banner were just a few of the faces Choi would become acquainted with. Most importantly, he'd have a chance to meet his idols, Hank Pym and Ray Palmer, and demonstrate the designs of his own shrinking tech.

Palmer's designs were focused on the use of White Dwarf Star matter, a resource that could be used by Palmer's tech for a theoretically infinite amount of time. Pym's design, in contrast, relied on Pym Particles, an expensive and depletable fuel source, but Pym achieved far greater efficiency in matter condensing, allowing Ant-Man to achieve greater size variance than The Atom.

Choi's personal design was a synthesis of both methods, using what notes Ryan was able to take on both heroes equipment, and some minor assistance from Mister Fantastic. The final product relies on White Dwarf Star Matter, as does Palmer's, but Choi devised a means to convert the matter into Pym Particles on the fly, allowing Ryan to employ the strengths of both designs.

Both heroes were too proud to incorporate Choi's designs into their own equipment, but Ray Palmer took a shine to the youngster, offering the then twenty year old an internship alongside him at Ivy Town University. Ryan would serve as Palmer's "understudy" of sorts, helping the more experienced man in his duties both as a professor and as The Atom.

At the end of Ryan's first year as an intern, Hank Pym would complete work on his magnum opus -- Ultron. Ultron would attempt to erect the foundation of his robotic kingdom in New York City, deploying hordes of purpose-built duplicates of inferior materials. Over days, the combined might of The Justice League and The Avengers were finally able to defeat the metal menace, but not without loss.

With Ryan and his support staff left of the sidelines in The Watchtower, supporting forces on the ground, Ray Palmer lost his life in a desperate bid to defeat Ultron from the inside. Palmer was unfortunately only one among the casualties -- the likes of Martian Manhunter, Steve Rogers, and a dozen others lost their lives that day. Hank Pym at the least emerged unscathed, but left The Avengers in disgrace, disgusted with himself, leaving both teams to pick up the pieces.

Ryan, with the blessing of Palmer's widow and the acceptance (if dismissive) of Hank Pym, assumed the identity of Atom Ant, representing both his technology and his ideals: a synthesis of Ant Man and The Atom, an attempt to reconcile the heroes differences; to honor Palmer's legacy, and hopefully, redeem Pym's.

Ryan has been Atom Ant for about a year, mostly solving smaller crimes and being called to assist The Avengers and Justice League with a few small-scale squabbles. While conducting experiments on the so called "micro-verse" with fellow scientist Janet Van Dyne, Atom Ant finds himself secreted away to an unfamiliar world. Remaining at small scale, Ryan was able to avoid capture, and has now spent a week living amongst a den of mice in Mojoworld's arena, desperately attempting to find a way to free other heroes.

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Again, a fairly standard DC/Marvel One Universe blend here. In this case, the hero community is pretty far along, and many legacies hold mantles, with the original heroes having retired. Miles Morales is now the primary Spider-Man, the mantle of Batman is a duty that rotates through several previous Robins, etc.

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-Loosely inspired by the cartoon character of the same name.

-The ending of the bio can easily be changed to reflect a more standard Mojoworld experience if it doesn't fit with the GM's vision.

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snikt

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^{"Don't be a buster, bub."}

Wolverine is damn hard to kill, as his enemies have had to find out time and time again.

Logan knows he's been alive for a long time. He has memories from as far back as The Great War, but by Xavier's measure he may be even older than that. Logan has lost many memories over time, but what he knows for sure is this: he's lived through wars, he had unbreakable metal fused to his skeleton, he used to live in Japan, he's had a hell of a lot of brain trauma, and he's an X-Man, through and through.

Thanks to Charles' Xavier, and the donated memories of fellow X-Men, Logan can at least remember his recent history with some accuracy. He's been an X-Man for some odd fifteen years, running his claws through anyone that'd dare threaten his found family. He's fought the Hellfire Club, been to space (more than once!), beat the absolute tar out of Scott Summers, helped repel the Dominator invasion, and has even ended up as an Avenger at the prodding of Captain America and Charles Xavier.

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I like writing fight scenes. I don't know if you've heard, but Wolverine is the best there is in a good scrap. Logan has kind have been the town bicycle in these games, going from player to player in a variety of concepts, but this take is gonna be fairly back to basics, drawing pretty heavily from how he's portrayed in Claremont's UXM run. That is to say: a socially stunted little man with more anger than sense, someone who is the best there is at what he does.

As you can see from the banner subtitling this run "Wolverine Versus", I'd like to have Wolverine run up against all manner of foes to test his mettle against. Ideally, Wolverine's run will be more or less a Sensation & Wonder fight club, whether he's duking it out against or alongside his fellow heroes. To facilitate interaction, Wolverine retains his X-Men membership, but is also an Avenger alongside his war buddy Captain America.

Essentially, Logan is here to hang out with Avengers or other player's that'd conceivably know him, and to stab guys real good.

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This sheet is fairly basic, but I really do intend for this to be a more or less vanilla Wolverine to play off other characters. I do have individual plans for him that I'd like to weave through his supporting arcs, but there's no neat way to explain them in a character concept format without spilling my spoilers. Suffice to say that memory is a hell of a thing.

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Why do you want to play this character, what is the driving motivation behind both this desire and the character themselves. What do you hope to accomplish and where do you want the character's story/stories to go? For a driving character, there should be enough of an outline present to interest other players along with specifications towards how many players you're looking to involve or available roles. For supporting characters, this should indicate either a plot you've arranged to be part of or the type of plot you're looking to be involved in. Roaming characters have the privilege of doing either or simply stating a roadmap for the character to exemplify how you'd ideally like them to move between plots.

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the welder

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

D O G W E L D E R

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Multiversal constant, apparent mute, possible schizophrenic, and sometimes hero, Dogwelder is on the case! This mysterious vigilante has appeared across the globe, in sprees leaving lawmakers and PETA members everywhere aghast, though lately, through no fault of his own, Dogwelder is becoming something of a household name.

Dogwelder-Brand Dog Food has popped up in pet shops across the United States, depicting the Dogwelder as a cherry, cartoon man, friend to all dogs, armed only with a welding torch that spits delicious chow. Who is supplying this bizarre product? Who created it? For chrissakes, why Dogwelder? The more dubiously ethical murders of man and canine the welder himself commits in pursuit of the truth, the further he seems to get from it... He might need a real detective for this one.

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A Doc & Uni joint many years in the making. There will be conspiracy and cults aplenty, with more dogs and criminals that deserve a good welding than you can shake a stick at. I've been wanting to play this character ever since I heard of these One Universe games, to try my hand at doing justice to a joke character. He's a strange man with bizarre ethics, confusing history, and a fixation on the canine, paired up with an idiosyncratic conspiracy theorist... What could go wrong?

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I wish I could add more detail to this sheet, but it's all there. A conspiracy, some dog food, and a man with a righteous welding torch. Just wait til' you see it in print.

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horn head

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R H I N O

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invincible

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

I R O N M A N

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I R O N M A N
I R O N M A N

^{“We search for the truth, we could die upon the tooth, but the thrill of just the chase is worth the pain...”}

C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ James "Rhodey" Rhodes _________________________________________________________ American | Aerospace Engineer | United States Air Force (Formerly) _________________________________________________________ New York City | New York | United States of America C H A R A C T E R N O T E S C H A R A C T E R N O T E S _________________________________________________________ [+] - S U P P O R T I N G C H A R A C T E R S ◼ Anthony "Tony" Stark, Billionaire ◼ John Henry Irons, Aerospace Engineer ◼ Anton Vanko, Aerospace Engineer ◼ Pat Dugan, Former USMC & USAF Pilot ◼ Pepper Potts, Secretary & Rookie Pilot ◼ Happy Hogan, Security ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ - P O S T C A T A L O G P O S T C A T A L O G _________________________________________________________ [+] - P O S T C A T A L O G ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ -

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T ________________________________________________________________________________________ "I AM IRON MAN!" With those four words, Tony Stark changed the world. If only they were true. Aside from the armor's inception in an Afghan cave and a handful of instances since, Stark has almost never worn the suit. Rhodey Rhodes, Stark's best friend, is the main pilot of Iron Man. The pair agreed Stark, acclimated to fame, would shoulder the responsibility of Iron Man's public face, while Rhodey was freed to concentrate on what he did best: exemplary soldiering. The symbiosis of Rhodey's piloting acumen and Stark's vast wells of resources and engineering knowhow allowed Iron Man to defeat scores of colorful foes and deploy in almost every major battle on and around Earth. A half decade later, Iron Man has grown into the Iron Legion, a small group of ace pilots and engineers that now serve as the UN's preferred orbital defense solution. P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) ________________________________________________________________________________________ A R C # 0 LET THERE BE ROCK "And the guitar man got famous, the business man got rich, and in every bar there was a superstar with a seven year itch..." For one night only at Stark Lunar Research Platform, Tony Stark makes the case for Iron Man for UN funding, while Rhodey maintains operational security. An easy assignment, out in the vacuum of space, but one can never be too careful with so many generals in one place, or with the legions of mysterious androids massing on the far side of the moon... A R C # 1 HIGHWAY STAR "Nobody gonna beat my car, it's gonna break the speed of sound, oooh, it's a killin' machine, it's got everything..." Rhodey's day off is spoiled when an intergalactic bounty hunter rolls into town and demands the shelled heads of the Iron Legion for charges unknown in the farthest reaches of the galaxy...

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S P A R T A N B 2 7 6
S P A R T A N B 2 7 6

^{"Ma'am, if it's got wheels, treads, or gravity skids, I can drive it."}

C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ Calvin B-276 _________________________________________________________ b. March 23, 2532 | Spartan III _________________________________________________________ Metropol | Greydowns | Lambda Indi System C H A R A C T E R N O T E S C H A R A C T E R N O T E S _________________________________________________________ [+] - M I S C E L L A N E O U S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Vivamus at mi mi. In imperdiet porta dolor, at fermentum nulla commodo eu. Suspendisse volutpat et ex tempor suscipit. Nullam tincidunt at nunc vel auctor. Donec venenatis, nisl nec fringilla varius, massa quam porttitor turpis, sed bibendum purus sem id risus. Nullam scelerisque lectus eget diam gravida malesuada. Maecenas consectetur est ac sollicitudin congue. Maecenas interdum erat dignissim lectus sodales, nec ultrices neque egestas. Integer convallis lacus at consequat volutpat. - P O S T C A T A L O G P O S T C A T A L O G _________________________________________________________ [+] - P O S T C A T A L O G ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ -

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T ________________________________________________________________________________________ Drafted into military service in 2539, at just the age of six, Calvin B-276 quickly established himself as one of the foremost Spartans in the prospective Beta Company. Assigned to Team Buckler, Calvin was hand-selected as a Cat-II Spartan and separated from his team and company during Operation CARTWHEEL alongside teammate Catherine B-320 in 2544, before the rest of Team Buckler would be eliminated in 2545's Operation TORPEDO. P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) ________________________________________________________________________________________ Why do you want to play this character, what is the driving motivation behind both this desire and the character themselves. What do you hope to accomplish and where do you want the character's story/stories to go? For a driving character, there should be enough of an outline present to interest other players along with specifications towards how many players you're looking to involve or available roles. For supporting characters, this should indicate either a plot you've arranged to be part of or the type of plot you're looking to be involved in. Roaming characters have the privilege of doing either or simply stating a roadmap for the character to exemplify how you'd ideally like them to move between plots.

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Justice

T H U N D E R B O L T S

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^{"THE WAR ON CRIME HAS CHANGED."}

Fifteen years of practice should be long enough to be good at anything, but Frank is still behind. Punishing used to be easy: cleaning his guns and cleaning the streets of scum block by block in a wash of red. The whole whole world seemed clear, a place where dotted lines of blood led him from one oh his massacre to the next. By year three, he killed the man that had taken his family from him -- he killed everyone that had been at the park that day. In another two, he could’ve had Silvio Manfreddi’s head.

But 44 hours can change everything. The Chitauri Invasion was a haze of caffeine pills, stims, and nonstop combat for Frank. Fighting on rooftops, apartment buildings, sewers, anywhere he could meet the enemy and cut them down like ugly blades of grass.

Those sleepless hours that drained every stockpile Frank had built around the city seemed to only energize the criminal element, while Frank fought they collected and schemed. Overnight regular pushers and gangbangers gained the option to switch their nine millimeters for Chitauri blasters and armor. Frank spent the next decade of his war on the back foot, dodging alien equipment and acts of mad science he had no means to reckon with. He made work what he could, but gone were the days he could kick open a door with a shotgun in hand and just work it out.

It wasn’t tenable forever. Frank had had his run ins with the law, good and bad, at one time he even had friends on the force. Since Kelley’s election, NYPD militarized to meet the so called ‘mutant threat’. The realities of the mutant population meant that more often than not, they got to test their new gear on guys like Frank. He at least managed to put four rocket propelled grenades into Silvio Manfreddi’s front archway before the cops took him down.

“PUNISHER PUNISHED,” read that morning’s Bugle, “vigilante war vet Frank Castle’s reign of terror is finally over!”

SHIELD disagreed. After six months sweating it out on Ryker’s, he was extracted and attached to the Thunderbolts, a special operations outfit known of only at the highest levels of SHIELD. As far as Frank has put together, the ‘Thunderbolts’ have existed in some form since the 70s, deploying agents with incredible skillsets. Designed by Nick Fury Sr., the program’s goal is to make maximum use of the superpowered assets collecting dust in prisons across the United States in exchange for reduced sentencing.

Frank now finds himself at the helm of an unproven team of a psychopath, a blowhard, a ghost, and a walking mystery. He will bring them together, or he’ll find himself back in a cell with his war incomplete.

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The Team
PUNISHER - Frank Castle - See above.
DEADPOOL - Wade Wilson - Joined because he heard Frank would be there, or so he says. He’s taken enough lead to the head over the years that even he’s not sure what’s hiding in his noggin. Hard to put up with, and hard to put down.
BOOMERANG - Fred Myers - Joined because he heard Deadpool would be there. Street thug and five time recipient of the Spider-Man knockout noprize. Best shot in the Thunderbolts, as he will remind you frequently.
GHOST - Ava Star - After the murder of her girlfriend, Ava Star became the Ghost to take revenge on the corporation that killed her lover, a crusade of thievery that eventually widened to include Stark Industries and a dozen other targets before her eventual defeat by Ant Man. The slipperiest customer this side of the X-Men.
SONGBIRD - Melissa Gold - Formerly known as Screaming Mimi, and former ‘Master of Evil’, she’s the longest serving active member of the Thunderbolts. No one can put together why she hasn’t been given the nod for leadership. Team powerhouse.

Supporting
DIRECTOR OF THUNDERBOLTS - Nick Fury, Sr. - Has served since he was sixteen and won’t quit until he’s dead. Former leader of the Howling Commandos.
PUNISHER - Rachel Coel-Alves - Frank’s woman on the outside.

Enemies
BARRACUDA - Unknown - The only human man to cross Frank and live.

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Name: Deserter Hakka Jitte and the Vagabond Pirates
47,000,000 Beri

Character Description: Hakka Jitte is a writer, a scientist, an explorer, and a pirate. He's a former Marine who found himself swayed by the mysteries of the Devil’s Seas. He left the service with his spider-sword, a freed prisoner, a Devil Fruit, and no permission. Now on the run with a ragtag band of criminals as enchanted by the sea's power as he is, Hakka hopes to find and catalog all the mysteries he can in his very own Devil Fruit Encyclopedia. With his book in hand, Hakka hopes to unite all the Devil Fruits of the world with their perfect partners, bringing them and the world a measure of peace.

Character Goals: Luffy is a character who tends to accept everything presented to him at face value. He absorbs what he needs for the plot and then Gum-Gum Rockets off directly into it, with absolutely no care for details.

I’m interested in Hakka because he’s the opposite. He is a thinker, and a scientist, detail oriented to a fault. He shares Luffy’s wanderlust and wonder, but he has a much more academic bent to his curiosity. Its not enough to just see the world’s strangest things, but to record them, test them, and relate those findings back to the whole world. He hopes to demystify what strangeness lies beyond the Grand Line and in the fruit of the devil; he looks forward to a future where such things have become commonplace, so that everyone can experience the magic as he has.

Organization: Vagabond Pirates
Occupation/Position: Captain of the Vagabond Pirates, former Marine Captain
Starting Sea: South Blue

The Crew:

The Vagabond Pirates Crew

Crew Overview

The Vagabond Pirates are a writer, a photographer, and a grumpy prisoner. They are so called for their continual inability to hold down a seafaring vessel for any length of time. Every character onboard engages with art in some fashion, and has some kind of fascination with Devil Fruits. If either or both of those are your character, feel free to join!

Hakka Jitte - Captain - No DF

See above! A former Marine in search of all the magic this world has to offer.

Malen Verf - First Mate - Paint Paint Fruit

Malen is a former prisoner of the Navy, a small time pirate who agreed to help Hakka steal a mysterious Devil Fruit. His ambition was always to eat one and become a powerful and legendary pirate, but after taking a bite out of what turned out to be the Paint-Paint Fruit, he’s dissatisfied with the match. As Hakka is the only Devil Fruit researcher he knows, he’s joined the crew in hopes of finding a way to lose his troublesome fruit.

Douglas D. Diver - Navigator - No DF

Douglas D. Diver is an undersea photographer and part time inventor. They use their knowledge of the sea and burgeoning navigation skill to get the crew where they need to go. Douglas wants to find a Devil Fruit that can coexist with the sea, and believes that Hakka is the man that can get them closest to it.

Charlotte - Crew Pet - Spider Spider Fruit Orb Weaver Model

Charlotte is a sword that has ‘eaten’ a devil fruit through unknown means. Hakka received her as a kind of badge of office during his time with the Marines.

Nekonokame - Crew Pet - No DF

Hakka’s tabby cat. A fat layabout with six toes to a paw. The Vagabond Pirate’s flag flies from his tail.

Devil Fruit/Special Abilities:
Charlotte's Spider-Spider Fruit Orb Weaver Model: Hakka’s sword, Charlotte, has become a Spider-Weapon, capable of splitting off eight additional bladelike legs. As well, Charlotte can fire weblines from both her tip and each of her legs, and is further able to weave these threads into several useful configurations.

Malen Verf’s Paint-Paint Fruit: A special paramythia fruit that turns the user into a ‘Paint Human’, allowing him to turn his whole body into paint, fire gouts of paint, and fast-dry paint into a kind of armor. However, Malen’s proficiency with his fruit is very low. He is given to leave multicolored footsteps in his wake, and is more often than not vulnerable to conventional attack -- he struggles to grasp the Logia-esque applications of his ability.

Douglas’ Diving Suit: A full metal outfit worn and created by Douglas D. Diver, designed to withstand the immense pressures of the sea. The suit has an internal oxygen supply, as well as the option to connect via conventional diving hose for extended undersea exploration. Douglas’ suit is also their combat uniform, up-armored, and with integrated weapon systems, firing a variety of hooks, wires, and simple projectiles.

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C R A Z Y S L O T S

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▼ A P P E A R A N C E:

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^{"Show me your cards."}

//STATS:

◼ HEIGHT | 5’ 6”

◼ WEIGHT | 146 lbs

◼ BUILD | Lean

◼ HAIR COLOUR | Black.

◼ EYE COLOUR | Black.

◼ 'VOICE' TEXT COLOUR | #eab676

◼ OTHER | N/A

//DESCRIPTION:

Adam has an athlete’s body, geared mostly towards stamina and brief bursts of strength. His training was imperfect since the departure of his brother, but he’s maintained some physique. Adam prefers to dress quite plain, with unbranded tees and jeans to blend into the average. Sometimes he’ll add a cowboy hat to the ensemble, a perfect addition for playing the drunk college kid on a hotstreak.

▼ B I O G R A P H Y:

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^{"The die is cast!"}

Adam was born in Nevada at his parents home on the outskirts of Las Vegas. He lived a relatively ordinary childhood, playing cards almost every night with his family and always gathering with the local Paiute tribe and dancing every year at the Pow Wow. Still, his childhood felt defined by the kitschy lights of the city, always winking at him from his bedroom window, beckoning and beautiful.

His older brother, Curt, left for the Marines when Adam was just six, looking to see the world on the government's dime and get out from under the overwhelming presence of the city. Adam’s parents homeschooled him, as they had his brother, to insulate him from the city as he grew older, to connect him with his tribe instead of vapid glitz and glamor.

The city Adam’s parents tried to protect him from took their lives in a car accident when Adam was eleven, when he was at home under the supervision of tribal councilman Darren Anderson. Anderson would take charge of the boy, raising him alongside Curt when he returned from the marines. His parents deaths were always explained to Adam as a true accident, completely random chance, the kind of fate that could have befallen anyone. It’s here he took to gambling, starting with small change with his brother. He tried to cope with that chance and put it in perspective. The odds that he or his brother would die like that too were one in a billion. More likely he could win a hundred hands in a row a hundred times.

Once he was thirteen Adam’s powers began to develop, as small change in his hands transformed into candies and trinkets. To protect the burgeoning metahuman, Curt gave him rudimentary training in martial arts, with slightly more extensive courses in a handful of weapons. As they fought and bonded, Curt told him stories of his service and of history, Iraq and Little Crow, Uganda and Crazy Horse, and more besides. After months of training, Curt began to slow down. He schooled Adam with Anderson, worked the Paiute smoke shop, and trained after hours, but something else was taking it out of him, the light Adam used to see in his eyes. By the time Adam was fourteen, and before he had any chance or inkling to investigate, Curt was gone. The last time Adam saw him was through his second story window, climbing into the side of a blue panel van and peeling away into the night.

By now, Adam was old enough to sneak into the casinos. As long as he made his fake perfect and got his disguise right, he could pick the laziest guard and slip inside. He spent the next three years honing his craft, robbing the casinos blind by counting cards at blackjack and changing small change to high cards in poker. He could create casino chips himself with his ability, so his only weak point was cashing out. He’d been caught more than once, but he would simply dash with as many of his chips as he could carry and return in various disguises with smaller increments of tokens.

His strategy worked without major incident until he was seventeen. A handful of Aegis agents caught wind of a metahuman in the area and joined casino security on their rotation. Two of them caught him red handed at the blackjack table, trying to sneak in a generated ace of spades. He’s now been relocated to Aegis for ‘rehabilitation'.

▼ M O T I V A T I O N / O B J E C T I V E:

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^{"The house has gone bust."}

Long term, Adam’s motivations are stone simple: cold hard cash. His home tribe exists on a thumbnail of land in southern Nevada, and he intends to buy back as much as he can. He intends to earn it all his way -- counting cards in high stakes matches across the country. At some level, he hopes finding his fortune will let him find Curt and fish him out of whatever hellhole he stumbled into. On the other hand, Adam is afraid he’ll find a corpse.

He figures his enrollment at the Aegis Centre was a mistake. Ideally, he’d never have been caught at all. Still, going down for swindling the casinos had always been a possibility. Better he end up here than a standard juvie joint. Maybe he’ll learn enough to never get caught again.

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^{"I’m playing with a stacked deck."}

//ABILITIES:

◼ Instant Market | Using this ability, Adam can transform money into objects based on their value in real world economies.

//SKILLS:

◼ Gambler | Adam’s been gambling since he was old enough to hold cards, and has been gambling in casinos since he looked old enough to sneak in. He’s an expert card counter with an inscrutable poker face, and he’s had to bluff or fast talk his way out of situations more times than he can count.

◼ Disguise | Adam’s had to master disguise to continue entering casinos with his face on the ‘No Entry’ board. Coupled with his ability, Adam can generate new outfits and fake identification on the fly.

◼ Melee Weapons | Adam has limited formal martial arts experience, mostly with the knife, the axe, and the spear. Years have passed since his lessons, but tilting at shadows in the desert has kept his skills sharp enough to defend himself.

//LIMITATIONS:

◼ Bankroll | Due to the nature of his power, Adam necessarily has to act within his budget. If he doesn’t have the cash to make a transaction happen, he simply cannot use his ability.

◼ See It To Believe It | Adam needs to be personally aware of any deals he tries to take advantage of with his power, whether it be seeing a posted price or hearing an ad on the radio.

◼ Mark Up | Instead of a conventional energy toll, repeated use of Adam’s power instead results in a mark up on all his purchases. Before long he’s forced to pay double, triple, and beyond for whatever he tries to conjure.

//WEAKNESSES:

◼ Double Down | When possible, Adam will push his luck for a greater reward. The most he’s ever made has come from doubling down. Even in non-gambling situations, Adam figures he and his abilities are so versatile that they can get him out of anything.

▼ N O T E S:

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//SUPPORTING CAST:

▼ ALLIES

◼ Darren Anderson | Chairman of the Vegas Paiute tribal council.

◼ Curtis Locklear | Adam’s older brother. Currently missing, possibly deceased.

▼ FRIENDS

◼ TBD | Test

▼ ENEMIES

◼ TBD | Test

//STOMPING GROUNDS

◼ Las Vegas, Nevada | Home of the Las Vegas Paiute tribe.

//PARAPHERNALIA

◼ Ledger | A pocket size leatherbound volume in which Adam keeps track of his expenditures. In total, he has 50,000 dollars to his name.

◼ One Dollar Motorcycle | A deal from Curt, one dollar for his motorcycle, as soon as he was old enough to ride it. In theory, if Curt is still alive out there and intends to honor it, his power could produce it. Adam hasn’t found the heart to try it.

[DocTachyon]

EARTH-221B:

◼ HOLMES & WATSON aka Sherlock Holmes & John Watson ^{S T A T U S
As portrayed by DocTachyon}

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Prototype Sheet

^{"To transform into the world’s mightiest mortal, Kamala Khan must simply say…"}

S H A Z A M !
S H A Z A M !

C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ Kamala Khan | Captain Marvel _________________________________________________________ Student | 15 | Jersey City _________________________________________________________ Prime Multiverse 668 | Open to Collaborators C H A R A C T E R N O T E S C H A R A C T E R N O T E S _________________________________________________________ [+] - S U P P O R T I N G C A S T ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► The Khans - Kamala’s parents, Yusuf and Muneeba, and her brother, Aamir, never really seem to get what’s going on with Kamala. They support her in their own ways, but that support can often chafe. ► Bruno Carelli - Kamala’s best friend. He’s a science whiz and almost as big of a superhero geek as she is. ► Carol Danvers - Captain Marvel, the greatest hero around! Since first appearing on Earth in the late 80s, Captain Marvel has proudly protected the solar system and beyond from all manner of threats. Plus, she’s the star of too many of Kamala’s fanfictions to count. But she's the other Captain Marvel, according to… ► Billy Batson - The original Captain Marvel, active in the 40s and on. Somehow, though, Kamala has never heard of him. ► Trixie Tawny - Granddaughter of the late Talkative Tawny. ► Sunny Sparkle - The world's nicest boy. Kamala and Bruno’s classmate. - P O S T C A T A L O G P O S T C A T A L O G _________________________________________________________ [+] - P O S T C A T A L O G ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ -

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T ________________________________________________________________________________________ ”What if… Kamala Khan was Captain Marvel?” Hopeless superhero fangirl Kamala Khan always counted on secretly being a mutant. Or maybe she could breathe in some funky gas, or get into some kind of industrial accident and have chemicals splash all over her. Maybe next week she’d go on a field trip to the Jersey City Oscorp Satellite Lab and get bitten by a radioactive seagull. Not that seagulls were high on Kamala’s list of radioactive creatures to get bitten by (bottom ten, actually), but they were the only animals around here that Oscorp seemed to test on. And anyway, with seagull powers, she could at least fly like the real Captain Marvel. Hopes of flying with Captain Marvel or not, Kamala remained a steadfastly normal girl, as normal as the only American-born child of Khandaqi immigrants can be in Jersey City. But now she finds herself drawn into the Jersey underground at the call of a hooded man, and the sight of a gleaming, futuristic train car… P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) ________________________________________________________________________________________ The origin story of the one and only Captain Marvel! Well, the third Captain Marvel at this point, but that won’t quash Kamala’s optimism. I’ve always thought Kamala and Billy were relatively similar characters, pure heated kids with baggage nonetheless, given an awesome power that recontextualizes their world and how they fit into it. I’m enchanted by the fluffy optimism of early Captain Marvel stories, and I’m extremely interested to contrast that energy with the paranoia of an oncoming invasion. Kamala’s position as the child of immigrants will give her perspective on the new immigrants and the new invaders arriving from beyond the stars, and the incredible power of the new Captain Marvel will shake up the superhero community as we know it!

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S H A D O W O F T H E B A T
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C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ John H. Watson | Sherlock Holmes _________________________________________________________ Consulting Detective | Scotland Yard _________________________________________________________ Multiverse 221B | Inquire about Collaboration C H A R A C T E R N O T E S C H A R A C T E R N O T E S _________________________________________________________ [+] - M I S C E L L A N E O U S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Core Cast Sherlock Holmes Mycroft Holmes John H. Watson Mary Watson, nee Morstan Mrs. Hudson Inspectors Lestrade, Gregson, and Jones Bruce Wayne Commissioner Gordon ► Wayne/Kane Family Tree - P O S T C A T A L O G P O S T C A T A L O G _________________________________________________________ [+] - P O S T C A T A L O G ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ -

W H A T I F...? W H A T I F...? ________________________________________________________________________________________ What if Sherlock Holmes met the Batman of the 1800s? Dear Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, It is my sincerest hope this letter finds you well. I write you now to congratulate you on the success of your most recent novel, The Maracot Deep. Once again sir, you have proven yourself a masterful storyteller. Your prose remains as illuminatory as ever, with your particular attention to the vast seas and the handcrafted details with which you suffuse your Atlantean culture. I am reminded as ever, of how I could not have picked a more exemplary editor or agent for my Sherlock Holmes stories. It is on the subject of Holmes I write as well. As you know from our correspondence on ‘His Last Bow’, rheumatism has crept upon me in my old age. As a consequence of this affliction, I have been forced to give up the pen, spare the occasional correspondence, though once Holmes passed on I found little reason to continue, even with such trifling writings. I had few to correspond with, spare yourself, though I know you to be embroiled in the dramas and grand motions of the ever shifting literary world, leaving you little time to respond to one who has not been in that world in decades. Instead, I cherished what time I had left with my Mary, she as gray and wrinkled as I, yet as radiant as the day we met. I thank you for your letter of condolence for her loss from last year, though I failed to reply to it. You may have thought my response lost in the throes of my grief, but on the contrary, it has remained upon the top of my mind. Each time I take up my pen in these gnarled knuckles to begin my epistle, even as pain flares through my fingers, I am drawn back to my halcyon adventuring days with Holmes, and the plethora of stories I submitted to your humble office -- but most of all, I remembered those stories which I did not submit. Despite the breadth of my oeuvre, there are those cases which I or Holmes had deemed unfit for public consumption. As you know, Holmes and I often altered or omitted details in our submissions, as to better protect and preserve the privacy and dignity of affected parties. You will recall, for instance, the legendary scandal centered around the photographs in possession of one Irene Adler, in reality photographs of His Majesty Edward VII, late of Great Britain, whom we disguised as the king of the fictitious nation of Bohemia. Nevertheless, there are still stories which we elected not to submit even in modified form, deeming them unsuitable for mass publication. The reasons for such omissions are as multitudinous as they are varied. In many instances, this was owed less to our discretion and more to the singular natures of the cases, which we deemed to be of a quality so implausible or, indeed, even absurd, as to defy reason and beggar belief. These events, queer as though they may appear, are nonetheless as real as Holmes’s battles with the infamous Dr. Moriarty, and had an equally profound impact upon my late companion’s career. Despite the profundity of these cases, and the soundness of my past motivations to conceal them, as I advance in age, one collection of such cases lays restless in the belfry of my mind, and inspires my fingers to burn not with the pain of my condition, but with the blazing desire to record it for posterity, and, indeed, perhaps share it with the world. As fantastical as the cases herein may be, at their heart lies an ultimately flawed, vulnerable man, as human as Holmes or I, whom is just as deserving of our discretion and respect, if not more so, than any individual I have protected within my prose. You may recall hearing news of the ‘Bat of Gotham’, an anonymous vigilante and detective whose powers rivaled or even exceeded those of Holmes. Indeed, you may even recall his brief appearance in London, much noted in many major publications. Though these events were seemingly unrelated to the exploits of my friend and I, this was yet another clever omission. For in reality we had undertaken a collaboration with the so-called ‘Batman’, and forged an enduring secret partnership. We would encounter the Bat many times hence, and over the course of our campaign, we came to know his innermost secrets. Included amongst these secrets, and indeed amongst fantastical details of the enclosed cases, is the true identity of the Bat, which Holmes, Mary, and I finally uncovered during our extended stay in Gotham some years ago. Thus, attached to this letter you shall find a new Sherlock Holmes manuscript, entitled ‘The Shadow of the Bat’. Given the sensitivity of the details contained within this report, it is not to be published until the year of our Lord 1939, or after my passing, whichever should come first. The tale begins, as ever, in 221B Baker Street, on a cool summer’s evening in the year of 1890… -John H. Watson M.D., July 1929 P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) ________________________________________________________________________________________ I have been reading a lot of Holmes lately. Over the last year or two I’ve been through the originals twice and several series of pastiches. Comic book fan that I am, I wondered if the Great Detective had ever crossed over with Batman, only to find only two such official instances. One features Holmes as a decrepit, impossibly old man, essentially saving the day at the end of one of Batman’s cases. The other is an episode of Batman the Brave and the Bold in a tale with elements of time travel. I want to tell a story that is slightly more grounded than either of these tales (no magic anti-aging honey and no time travel), but also one thats able to take more time to get more out of the premise. In the comic Holmes is only there for a few pages, and in the show, only a single episode. I think told in this fashion, I can plumb greater depths of both characters, holding them up as mirrors to one another. Batman is nominally an update of Holmes, so I think it will be very instructive to measure those ways they do and don’t match up. As well, I hope to have Holmes encounter a handful of other curious comic characters, each made Victorian in their own ways.

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The Adventure of the Dutch Diamonds
Part I

I called upon my friend, Mr. Sherlock Holmes, in the summer of 1890, to find him ensconced upon 221B’s chaise lounge, wreathed in the smoke that emanated from his pipe. His long fingers probed the toe of his Persian slipper for another pinch of tobacco to fill his bowl. I counted myself lucky at least that Holmes had chosen tobacco as his poison of the day, as opposed to the cocaine solution he was known to select in the blackest depths of his boredom. It was habits like these, among his other Bohemian qualities, that rendered him quite undesirable as a roommate for most men, thus why Baker Street had remained with a sole tenant in the year since I was wed to Mary.

“Watson! This is a surprise!” He said.

“Oh, don’t get up, Holmes,” I said, placing my hat upon the rack, and righting the newspaper I carried in my arm, “I come with something of a surprise myself.”

“Do not trouble yourself, dear fellow,” said my friend, “I intuit the nature of the surprise you purport to bring.”

“Yet you still say I surprise you? I shall count that as a victory, against one so observant as Sherlock Holmes.” My friend laughed and waved me to sit in the leather armchair opposite him.

“Only with your appearance here at Baker Street, Watson. I should have thought you engaged in mingling with Mary’s visiting relations. Though I suspect now that Mary indulges in the feminine kinship of her dear cousins, and has left you to your own devices?”

Though Holmes’ observational trickery was far from new to me, it astounded me as ever. My mouth sat agape. “How could you possibly derive such facts? I have never informed you about Mary’s relations, much less their plans for travel. Even if I had, surely the assumption would be that I am off to visit them as well?”

“You are aware of my methods, Watson. As ever, it was through simple observation. I see your tie’s knot tends to the right, indicating you have done it yourself on this occasion. As well, I see the tie has returned to its state of military tightness, as opposed to Mary’s marginally more breathable loops. On the subject of your dress, I observe your pocket square is pressed and folded in the military style, whereas your wife would have applied a more decorative flourish. Finally, I see that you have breakfasted alone, for a sparse sprinkling of crumbs still exists in your moustache. Mary would have certainly detected these and dispensed with them before seeing you out the door.”

“It is a wonder I can make it out at all without her!” I brushed my moustache self consciously.

“As to Mary's relations, it is not as impressive as it may appear… I have already read the society pages I see you carry in your underarm.”

Holmes continued, “I recalled the details of our investigation into the activities of Bartholomew Sholto. In specific, that your late father in law, Captain Morstan, has a widow, a Mrs. Rebecca Morstan, who returned to America upon his death. Her maiden name, so dutifully recorded in your notes, was Kane. I see therefore in these pages that a Katherine and Bette Kane have recently arrived in London, a pair of an approximately similar age to your Mary, from the same city Mrs. Morstan was said to retire. It was a rather simple inference from there.”

“A marvellous deduction,” I declared.

“An elementary one,” Holmes said, “but perhaps an instructive example for your writings.”

“It was a stumbling point on my part, to think you unaware of the movements of prestigious Gothamites,” I admitted. “I should think one such as yourself to be professionally invested in the goings-on of the so-called ‘Capital of Crime.’”

“It is, in fact, a point of some irritation. The appearance of society figures such as these in London are wont to drown out such features as I search for in the various rags about town. The spaces of gossip publication typically reserved for those most scintillating crimes on which I thrive is often replaced with information on the comings and goings of such individuals,” Holmes said, “as well, I allow that the innumerable crimes reported out of Gotham City are not themselves without their interesting points, but what reports of them reach across the Atlantic are given to the most extreme kind of sensationalism.”

I had known Holmes to allow certain gaps in his knowledge, but this seemed a most curious one to me. Surely, one would reason, a consulting detective of Holmes’ calibre would derive great analytical experience from the kinds of bizarre tales to originate in Gotham, but Holmes was known to eschew that knowledge not essential in his business as a London detective. In the past he has claimed no knowledge of the Earth’s orbit about the sun, and in fact, had claimed the reverse, and though I suppose he was pulling my leg, it does not fail to illustrate the theme of Holmes’ focus on specific, esoteric interests.

“A handful of crimes do manage to stand out. There was the Nashton case from last year, a criminal that baffled American law enforcement with a series of logical problems and deadly riddles. Yet for the most part, the news is too full of tales of huge bats, undead men, and all manner of esoterica. Nothing to take too seriously,” Holmes assured me.

“I have known Mary to believe some of it. Perhaps on the morrow I can solicit the opinions of her cousins and their guests?” I offered. Mary’s relations had in fact arrived with an entourage. The morning’s edition enumerated that, aside from the Kanes, London would play host to Mary’s other cousin, a Mr. Bruce Wayne, as well as a number of family friends, Misters Cobblepot, Dent, and Bennett. A number of other Gothamites had arrived alongside them (the evident recipients of the same group travel sweepstakes that allowed the Kanes opportunity to attend), though those named were the only ones I planned to host for brunch the following morning. We had only learned of their arrival ourselves the previous evening, scarcely in advance of the news, and had been kindly pressed into the arrangement at cousin Bette’s request, though Mary was not displeased with the arrangement.

Holmes only offered a shrug, and said “ as much as I appreciate the offer, such anecdotal evidence would hardly lend credence to these stories. At any rate, it shall have little bearing on our daily concerns… Or those of the familiar man approaching our doorstep.”

Holmes had rightly identified the peak of a custodian’s helmet, bobbing up Baker Street’s stairs and appearing through Holmes’ windows. Holmes was up and across the room to the door instantly, leaving his still smouldering pipe askew on his lounger. I pushed myself up from my seat, ignoring the dull, cold throb of pain from the old war wound on my leg, and hobbled to collect the pipe before its burning ashes set the good landlady’s furniture alight, as Holmes allowed our guest to enter before they had occasion to knock.

“Inspector Lestrade! To what do we owe your most singular presence?” Holmes asked. Lestrade trod in on muddy boots, having failed to clean them on the stoop. He was a thin gentleman with a weasel-like face, complete with a most animal tenacity in his approach to policework. Holmes counted him as one of Scotland Yard’s best, though to Holmes’ word, finding a good policeman in London was like finding a good surgeon in a ragged school.

“I perceive you are in something of a rush, Inspector.” I observed, in my own small deduction.

“Furthermore, I perceive you to have come from Northern London. Bloomsbury, if I do not miss my guess,” Sherlock began, about to launch into the chain of reasoning from which he derived his conclusion, when he was cut off by Lestrade.

“If you shall let me get a word in edgewise, I would be appreciative!” Lestrade’s typically jocular manner was gone from him, and his hand remained upon the door’s handle.

“I apologise for the outburst gentlemen, but we must hurry. A body has turned up, indeed in Bloomsbury, and the inspector in charge of the case has identified it as an accident. The chain of an old chandelier broke suddenly and crashed down upon the victim's head. A miserable circumstance, but one hard to attribute to anything but that, happenstance. In truth, I have trouble arguing with his reasoning, and yet it does not sit right with me. The attending officer is closing up the crime scene shortly, so I rushed to collect your opinion.”

“Why should the crime scene be not shuttered? What about the poor fellow’s demise stands out to your intuition?’” Holmes pressed. I could see that Lestrade’s statement had already stirred the voracious detective within. He leaned forward with a keen ear, hands clasped. Lestrade cheeks reddened, and he rubbed his hand over his forehead, finding the will to articulate the source of his doubt with appropriate brevity. He appeared almost embarrassed.

“To put it to you simply Mister Holmes, I feel the crime scene is too… Wet, in a word.”

“Too wet? In England?” I chuckled at the notion. “I should hardly think such a thing possible. After all, we have had that most tumultuous thunderstorm just yesterday evening…”

“Yet, the most illuminatory member of Scotland Yard still sees fit to bring it to our attention. Surely he would have already checked the establishment for leaks or any obvious cause,” Holmes began. I almost chastised him for what I thought an opaque jape, but the backhanded remark seemed lost on Lestrade. Holmes digressed, “my dear Lestrade… If it was any of your esteemed colleagues in Baker Street today, or indeed, was the colour of today’s humour anything but the dullest shade of boredom, I might deny your request for the sparsity of details you provide, but you have proven yourself over the years to be intermittently capable of identifying those cases which appeal to my sensibilities. If it would please friend Watson to join us in this endeavour, then I would be most happy to join you.” Holmes said, his eyes questing for some answer from me.

It had been nearly a year since Holmes and I had been engaged together on a case, the most recent being the matter of the ghastly Hound of the Baskervilles in the fall of last year. At the time, aside from my work on my medical practice, my schedule was largely occupied in transforming that self same adventure into a novel, as I had already done for two of our previous adventures to some success.

“A new case would most certainly help with my writing process, so long as I am returned to my Mary at a reasonable hour. I must get some small rest if I am to be a good host for tomorrow's brunch,” I said.

“You shall have time to prepare a magnificent, slow cooked roast. I do suspect this will be naught but a trifle,” Holmes said breezily, already tying his boots.

“Come along, gentlemen, I’ve a dogcart waiting to take us to the scene.” Lestrade said. He held open our mahogany door.

Coat and hat in hand, my companion and I crossed the threshold of our rooms at Baker Street, and out into our first warm night in a brand new world.

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Danny Rand and Carl Lucas met as children on the sweat soaked mats of Pop’s Dojo in Harlem, and have been fighting in some way or another ever since. At first it was always each other. Whether Misty or Willis or even an itinerant prodigy like Colleen were prepared for them, they unerringly paired up and went to it. They never failed to keep pace with one another; even as Danny sought outside lessons, Luke’s dedication to karate would redouble, and each would find the other an agonizingly close match.

As young adults, they had no choice but to wrestle with their memories. Lucas believed Danny was dead, in the same plane crash that took the life of his mother somewhere out in the Himalayan mountains. Danny knew all too well Lucas was alive, one of his few connections to the world outside of K’un Lun, his new home. His new path had been chosen, shaping him from a martial prodigy into the Immortal Iron Fist, Protector of K’un Lun, sworn enemy of the Hand and the Shadows. But all through his training he could not help but wonder -- Has my rival kept up? Lucas too, had a question. Would anything have changed if Danny was still here? It only takes a handful of bad choices to separate a man from his path, but Willis Stryker was always available to help Luke make those choices in just the wrong way. Stryker was from Pop’s, too, a dedicated boxer who had been thrown out once old man Pop discovered his gang connections. Lucas’s loyalty to the boy held fast, and it was that loyalty that landed him in Georgia’s beautiful, historic Seagate Prison.

Lucas’s fights for survival in prison and Danny’s trials with the upper echelons of K’un Lun’s Masters would come to define them. Behind the four walls of Seagate, Carl Lucas was selected as the first subject of an experimental super soldier serum. Lucas was able to narrowly escape the prison with his newfound, indestructible skin, and redefine himself on the outside as Luke Cage, the mysterious new owner of Pop’s Dojo. Danny was able to overcome the last of K’un Lun’s challenges with his defeat of Shou-Lao, and emerge as the latest heritor of the Iron Fist. Now, training completed, Danny returns to New York, to seek the aid of his old mentor…

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You can learn a lot about a man in one five minute round of sparring. That was one of the things Pop had taught Danny, before the cavalcade of K’un Lun’s esoteric masters had tried to dress the same concept up in thousands of years of martial history: that in a fight, the eye is the most important thing.

He saw now that Luke was only testing his guard, throwing half committed moves and waiting for Danny to set the pace. He learned fast -- their first spar after Danny arrived ended with Luke in a guillotine hold, after he tried to rush at Danny and overwhelm him with size. Luke said Danny got lucky, and he was right. If Luke hadn’t gone for the takedown, Danny would have started with his seiken. A cheeky and practically useless strike from their days at Pop’s dojo. The punch was mostly ceremonial, to train the arm’s muscles and center the mind. He only liked to use it to set the tone of a spar, but against Luke, he’d have shattered his hand.

It was only right that they set to sparring immediately, not bothering to explain the intricacies of their individual situations. It was much simpler than that: Danny wasn’t dead anymore, and that meant he could step back into the ring with Luke. On Danny’s first day back, Pop’s was his first stop. He expected to find it a shell of itself, hollowed out and turned into one of a dozen brightly colored twenty four hour fitness lifestyle places that signaled the death knell of the local gym. Instead of a prim secretary and video screens on every wall, he was greeted by the Pop’s he remembered. Every wall plastered with the yellowing posters of bygone fight promotions, with the same scrap of note paper that held Pop’s exercise routine pinned to a decaying corkboard. It still smelled like Pop’s, the old sweat mixing with the new against the strained fabric of the mats. The only thing missing from the place was Pop himself -- instead he found Carl Lucas, already gloved up and hammering away at a heavy bag.

Lucas went by Luke, now, and Danny was pretty sure Luke had come to master at least two other combat systems in their time apart. The double he had thrown in their first round was wrestling, and the blocks he presented to Danny’s probing jabs was pure Jailhouse Rock. JHR wasn’t often taught, especially not by the Masters of K’un Lun, but Danny made it a point to be aware of as many unique martial arts as possible, and JHR’s fifty two blocks were some of the most singular in all Danny’s awareness. The two styles alone were a powerful combination, and the man had untold experience in classic karate on top. Though, Danny couldn’t judge just how far Luke had gotten in Pop’s kenpo. When Danny left, they had been preparing for their black belt exams, and there was no telling how high Luke could have risen from there. With dedication, he’d have had time to get to the Fifth or even Sixth degree… but you couldn’t tell by the way he moved.

Lucas used to be a stout, immovable block of a boy who could overcome anything Danny threw at him with a little heart and a mammoth dedication to karate above all else. It didn’t matter what Danny brought: from his judo sweeps to his aikido joint locks, Luke could always get around it and slam him with a huge, audacious karate classic. Pop would always smile and call him “a karateka’s karateka.” But he wasn't that kid anymore.

Now Luke was a street fighter, through and through. Danny could tell from the way he moved his head. Over ninety percent of street fights involve head punches exclusively, and your ability to protect your head was often the only thing separating you from a brutal death on the pavement. Luke’s head movement was immaculate, and each of his guards seemed sharper than the last, absolutely denying the possibility of a headshot. The other thing about street fighters is that they, as a rule, never take fights to the ground. It was too easy for a controlling position to become a weak one in the tangle of a grapple, and you could easily wind up with your head splattered across the concrete. It was there Luke almost tricked him, with his double at the start of their matches, it was antithetical to the style. But Luke had an edge that meant a concrete concussion wasn't so much of a worry for him.

Luke hadn't gone and spelled it out for Danny, but the man had to be indestructible or something close to it. As they grappled, even the softest parts of Luke’s body felt dense, even the skin over his pressure points seemed to reject Danny’s attempts to manipulate them with steel rigidity. Danny was still managing, by centimeters, to squeeze Luke into the positions he needed for his holds to function. If the ordinary person was clay, Luke was made of iron. It was something beyond what body conditioning and partial training could give you, totally unique from the secrets of the old masters.

But Luke wasn’t stupid. He had to know Danny was holding something back, too. He told Luke about K’un Lun already in the broad strokes, a hidden society in the deepest mountains of Asia playing host to some of the greatest masters of our time. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t make the unvarnished truth emerge: about K’un Lun, about the purpose of the Iron Fist, and the identity and responsibility of its inheritor… and Luke acted in kind. Danny didn’t think it was something an ordinary martial artist would notice, but he saw the flickers in Luke’s eyes. It was something he’d trained himself to look for in every fighter, it was the thing he loved about every fighter, their ability to seize their moments in the way that is just unique to them. Their build, their speed, their power, and above all their absolute unique application of their lifetime of techniques, in that one crystalline and perfect moment. But now, as they faced each other, Danny saw Luke pick out his moments, and let them pass by.

The round timer buzzed.

“Damn, already? Never got a good hit in,” Luke complained.

“Don’t sweat it. I have a feeling we have a lot of good hits ahead of us.”

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In his career, Vigilante has torn apart heaven, hell, and earth... And now he's prepared to do it again, for one man.

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Ultimate One Universe Emergence Page One Summaries

Superman #1: In which Clark Kent extolls the virtues of his morning commute and gleans some details from passersby about the mysterious hacker known as the ‘Toyman’. After a heated all-hands meeting with Perry White, Clark joins fellow press Lois Lane and Jimmy Olsen in the field to investigate an explosion at a Luthorcorp facility.

Thor #1: In which a Mister Keith Kincaid struggles to service a communications array in the bitter Alaskan cold, seeming to lose his friend Wilford along the way, all while a mysterious voice croons from the radio. Meanwhile, Thor himself grapples with the cold and his exile, only to see his faithful hammer Mjolnir crash beside him -- and that he is no longer worthy to wield it.

The Punisher #1: In which Frank Castle has a polite little interrogation with one Nicky Francesco. Francesco spills the beans on a club called The Stardust Lounge where Frank can find one of his targets, a capo called Billy ‘The Beaut’ Russo. Francesco adds to Frank’s body count.

Fantastic Four #1: In which hotshot Johnny Storm gets (rightfully) chewed out by his sister Sue. We get filled in on the Fantastic family’s particular and peculiar circumstances and hear about Johnny’s fiery night on the town that ends with him stark nude.

The Flash #1: In which Barry gives Iris her brand new supersuit. Flirting is attempted by both, and understood by neither. Finally, Iris races off on her first adventure as The Flash!

The Question #-1: In which The Question tries to use his position in the Hub City Gazette as a cudgel of justice against the new Mayor Fermin, and gets dumped and thrown out of his job on his ass for his trouble. He manages to find a new gig to keep his head above water, but time for Vic Sage is running out. Every violent night as The Question brings him closer to his goal, and closer to his own funeral. A fateful encounter with the martial assassin Lady Shiva finally brings him to his watery grave, but the butterfly’s wings still beat.

Question Backlog, Issues 0 - 3

The Question #0: In which Vic remembers his first time watching a man die, and struggles in the darkness to grapple with the death of his own ego. Half dead and fished out from the deep by Lady Shiva and Tot Rodor, Vic is placed into the care of the legendary martial artist Richard Dragon. After a year of training, Vic reforms himself into a new man, one ready to ask all the right Questions.

The Question #1: In which Vic begins his journey to Hub City, and takes his first stop at the home of a kindly, queer old man. Charmed and heartened by stories of the man’s late husband, another Victor, Vic reflects on all the people he’s left behind, from Tot to his new boss, and most especially his ex-girlfriend Myra Fermin.

The Question #2: In which skinhead agitators try to get the better of the old man, only to have their faces rearranged by a faceless man. Q steals their truck and hightails it for Hub City.

The Question #3: In which Q listens to the greatest hits of the skinhead’s music collection and ruminates on the enormity of the task before him, saving Hub City’s soul. Steeling himself, he takes off for Tot’s to begin his campaign.

Mister Terrific #1: In which Michael Holt has his first night out with his upgraded equipment. Mister Terrific is now fully online with nanogel and T-spheres operating in unison to great effect, complete with flight and combat modes. But Michael still isn’t perfect, and catches a thrown handgun to the back of the head for his trouble. He limps home and gets a state of the art compression wrap for his wounds. The power of science is amazing!

The Lanterns #1: Do Green Lanterns dream of electric cheeks? Hal Jordan does, and he scarcely manages to survive a high flying fighter jet test run and a near collision with a UFO. He finds himself chosen as the next bearer of the Green Lantern ring, and the new fate-chosen best friend of an angry looking red guy.

The Flash #2: The Flash streaks onto the scene of a bank robbery and foils four gunmen as flawlessly as a new superhero can, a handful of whizzing bullets notwithstanding. But now, Flash finds herself in the dill-icious court of the one and aioli Condiment King!

Iron Man #1: In which Tony Stark bursts onto the scene of the Walter E. Washington Convention Center in style as Iron Man. He denounces the mutant menace and announces a series of wargames to trial the latest and greatest prototypes of the War Machine project. It’s to be conducted by a sterling cast of test pilots, including Rhodey Rhodes, Carol Danvers, and the one and only Major Major Jordan.

Wolverine #1: In which a group of professional killers think they can get the drop on the Wolverine, their first mistake. Their second is that they want him alive, a courtesy Logan won’t extend to them. They’re dead well before Logan can learn that the next man gunning for his head is Colonel Flag, leader of Task Force X. But Logan does manage to figure out that the men were actually targeting the resident of a mysterious lighted cabin, just up the hill…

Hawksmoor #1: In which Jack Hawksmoor is in tune with the trills and timings of Tokyo, and comes upon gunmen engaging local police. The city yearns for their defeat, and as he tries to satisfy it, a katana wielding woman cuts one of the gunmen’s hands off. Named for her blade, the woman has the mark of a snake that brings back bad memories for Jack. Before he can ask her about it, a man named Sarge Steel comes bearing an offer.

Spider-Man #1: In which Peter Parker introduces us to the infinite array of spinning plates that is his life, from school to a mountain of extracurriculars and a pending internship with the brilliant Curt Conners. Mostly, Peter grapples with the bills that threaten to bring it all crumbling down, a total that’s just gotten a little higher thanks to a botched attempt at foiling a bodega robbery. It’s like old Bobby DeNiro says: always pay.

The Punisher #2: In which Frank Castle meets with his best friend David Lieberman and downloads details on Billy The Beaut from the NYPD database. Billy was a real cut up, and liked to prove it by carving puzzle pieces out of his victim’s faces. Frank leaves Liberman’s place to have a shootout in the Stardust Lounge. As good as Frank is with his handguns, Russo can more than keep up. Before long they’ve shot the weapons out of each other's hands and grappled across the floor of the bar. Frank gets the upper hand and destroys Russo’s prized face on one of the Lounge’s blackened windows.

The Lanterns #2: In which Hal introduces us to the target of his one sided hate boner, American Hero Major Major Jordan. Hal is released from SHIELD quarantine and his new pal Sinestro explains the intergalactic shitstorm that will erupt if space warlord Ronan The Executioner is allowed to get his hands on all seven Lantern Rings. Together, they set out for SHIELD HQ in the big apple.

Iron Man #2: In which Bolivar Trask takes AUSA’s stage to announce the Sentinel Program, a next generation solution to the mutant problem, and gives Tony inventor’s envy. On his way out of the venue, Tony picks up a smoking hot slavic reporter by the name of Ali Anovna.

Thor #2: In which the Thunderer mourns the loss of his Godhood. Voices and shadowed figures assail his mind from the frozen woods, and soon he’s attacked by a powerful beast with claws sharp enough to rend a god’s flesh. Before it can devour Thor, Keith Kincaid blasts it with his shotgun and finds, to his horror, the monster bears Wilford’s face. Before his old friend can claw Keith apart, Thor returns his favor and heaves the monster through the trunk of a mighty tree, and slays it with his bare hands.

The Question #4: In which Vic reunites with Tot, and his old friend gets Vic up to speed on Mayor Fermin’s activities in the Hub and sets him up with his old coat and pseudoderm for his mask, plus a new grappling gun. One of Vic’s old contacts gives him a lead on a heroin operation run by a gang known as the Gospel of Sinners, led by a mysterious Reverend. Knocking a few heads together and asking a few wise Questions gets Vic the name and address of one of the Rev’s top enforcers.

Wolverine #2: In which Logan approaches the cabin and steps inside to face its occupant, only to find it empty… Until a shadow leaps through a wall and he pounces at it. But the shadow wasn’t another killer, but an ordinary teenage girl. As ordinary as mutant like Logan can be, anyway. After a brief knife to knife-hand stand off, the pair have a heart to heart… and against his better judgment, Logan finds himself agreeing to take the girl, Kitty Pryde, cross country to New York City.

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"Luke talking"
"Special guest star talking"

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ISSUE #01

In which CLARK KENT extolls the virtues of his morning commute and gleans some details from passersby about the mysterious hacker known as the ‘TOYMAN’. After a heated all-hands meeting with PERRY WHITE, Clark joins fellow press LOIS LANE and JIMMY OLSEN in the field to investigate an explosion at a Luthorcorp facility.

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ISSUE #01

In which a mister KEITH KINCAID struggles to service a communications array in the bitter Alaskan cold, seeming to lose his friend Wilford along the way, all while a mysterious voice croons from the radio. Meanwhile, THOR himself grapples with the cold and his exile, only to see his faithful hammer Mjolnir crash beside him -- and that he is no longer worthy to wield it.

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ISSUE #01

In which FRANK CASTLE has a polite little interrogation with one Nicky Francesco. Francesco spills the beans on a club called The Stardust Lounge where Frank can find one of his targets, a capo called BILLY ‘THE BEAUT’ RUSSO. Francesco adds to Frank’s body count.

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ISSUE #01

In which hotshot JOHNNY STORM gets (rightfully) chewed out by his sister SUSAN STORM. We get filled in on the Fantastic family’s particular and peculiar circumstances and hear about Johnny’s fiery night on the town that ends with him stark nude.

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ISSUE #01

In which BARRY ALLEN gives IRIS WEST her brand new supersuit. Flirting is attempted by both, and understood by neither. Finally, Iris races off on her first adventure as The Flash!

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ISSUE #-01

In which THE QUESTION tries to use his position in the Hub City Gazette as a cudgel of justice against the new Mayor Fermin, and gets dumped and thrown out of his job on his ass for his trouble. He manages to find a new gig to keep his head above water, but time for VIC SAGE is running out. Every violent night as The Question brings him closer to his goal, and closer to his own funeral. A fateful encounter with the martial assassin LADY SHIVA finally brings him to his watery grave, but the butterfly’s wings still beat.

Question Backlog

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ISSUE #00

In which VIC SAGE remembers his first time watching a man die, and struggles in the darkness to grapple with the death of his own ego. Half dead and fished out from the deep by LADY SHIVA and TOT RODOR, Vic is placed into the care of the legendary martial artist RICHARD DRAGON. After a year of training, Vic reforms himself into a new man, one ready to ask all the right Questions.

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ISSUE #01

In which Vic begins his journey to Hub City, and takes his first stop at the home of a kindly, queer old man. Charmed and heartened by stories of the man’s late husband, another Victor, Vic reflects on all the people he’s left behind, from Tot to his new boss, and most especially his ex-girlfriend Myra Fermin.

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