[OOC] Absolute Comics - Justice Rising

[IceHeart]

And here is the character that captured my imagination most recently. Say hello to-

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M A N T R A

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Lukasz/Eden Blake ♦ Warrior/Sorcerer/Single Mother ♦ Canoga Park, California ♦ 12 Knights of Archimage

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^{"Change…Growth…Power!…Having magical power is great but, WHY the HELL is my new body a WOMAN!?"}

Lukasz was a soldier in the service of the great wizard Archimage around 470 AD. There were two very good reasons that he was employed by the Archimage. One, his younger brother Boneyard was a wicked sorcerer who wanted to enslave the entire world. Two, the Archimage granted his warriors the greatest gift possible, eternal reincarnation.

Lukasz fought in the Archimage’s employ for over 1500 years in an eternal struggle but in the present day, a betrayal broke the stalemate, which led to the capture of the Archimage and the destruction of his 12 knights latest bodies. Knowing he had been bested, the Archimage took a final gamble and sent his best knight, Lukasz, into the body of one who had the potential to be a great sorcerer. Much to Lukasz’s horror, he found himself inhabiting the body of Eden Blake, a young, divorced mother of two children.

Stuck in a young woman’s body, with two kids, a rather unstable life, and the important mission of rescuing the Archimage and defeating the evil sorcerer Boneyard, Lukasz is in a very precarious position. Thankfully Boneyard does not know who he reincarnated into which gives him some breathing room, but not as much as he would have liked considering Eden’s family situation. Finding the time to do everything that needs doing is going to be the hardest life of the old soldier’s career!

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Mantra is a character I never even knew existed until I happened to stumble across her with a little random searching. Makes sense since her run was very short and her first version quickly left the scene once Marvel took over Malibu comics. As soon as I read her origin story I was hooked by the possibilities of the character. Such fascinating dynamics and ripe for all sorts of interesting developments.

I’ve also really wanted to use a magical type character for a while but was always quite unsure of who I could do well. Mantra has a certain lack of material to work with, which I think I can use to my advantage to mold the character beyond her limited run. Also the pure fact a guy’s mind is now in the body of a young woman is quite the recipe for hilarity, which will be fun to explore.

I want Mantra to grow as a character, to look back on their past mistakes and recognize all the harm they have done in their various incarnations. Stuck as a mother, Mantra will have to grow as a person and realize just how important their responsibilities as Eden Blake are, despite it not having anything to do with Lukasz's mission to Archimage. Coming to cope with his new identity will be a big part of his character arc, and how it affects those around him.

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Archimage – A grand sorcerer of white magic, Archimage has been at war with his younger brother, Boneyard for over 1500 years. Currently the Archimage is captured by Boneyard and is the one responsible for sending Lukasz into Eden Blake. Trapped in another dimension, his only hope of escape is for Mantra to learn how to use her magical powers to defeat Boneyard.

Gus Blake Sr – Eden-Blake’s ex-husband who occasionally visits the kids. As Eden Blake has full custody rights, Gus is only semi-present in their lives. With Mantra now in the picture however, things might take an interesting turn…

Gus Blake Jr – A young boy of around 10 years old, Gus looks very similar to his father. As a young boy he is understandably grumpy about his life and is going through a bit of a rebellious stage. Also the recent changes in his mother’s personality has certainly added some confusion to the mix.

Evie Blake – The youngest of the Blake household, young Evie is very similar to her mother in looks, at least in the face and hair department. The poor girl is very confused by the sudden changes in her mother and really has no idea what to do. Her closest confidant and source of strength has grown distant, leaving Evie feeling more alone than ever.

Warstrike – A hero for hire. He was duped by Boneyard into killing Lukasz last male body, before he reincarnated into Eden Blake. He was understandably pissed off when he realized he had been used to help someone so evil and so has somewhat of a personal vendetta against Boneyard.

Guise – A purple mutated thing that has forgotten its original identity. It is a slave to Boneyard with the ability to shape shift into anything or anyone it desires.

Boneyard – The younger brother of Archimage, he is a user of black magic and necromancy with grand ambitions. His version of immortality for his minions is to raise them from the dead when they are killed. Ruthless, greedy, and evil, Boneyard has taken over a world in another dimension as his base of operations while he tried to amass enough power to take over the Earth.

Lord Pumpkin – A mystical being created by a wizard to entertain a young prince. The young prince was a brat who liked torturing things including his new playmate. Lord Pumpkin eventually rebelled and slaughtered the prince and the rest of the royal household, before long he toppled the entire kingdom. Filled with the desire to conquer new worlds and taking on some of the despicable tendencies of the prince, Lord Pumpkin traveled to Earth to continue his reign of terror and to amuse himself.

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To Be Filled

[HenryJonesJr]

Captain America, Supergirl, Green Lantern, Bruce Wayne, The Hulk, and Iron Man are all approved.

[Hound55]

The Inimitable...

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THE BLUE BEETLE

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

T E D K O R D ♦ E N G I N E E R / V I G I L A N T E / H E R O / C . E . O / B L O C K B U S T E R M O V I E M E M B E R
♦ B O S T O N , K . O . R . D E A S T D I V I S I O N / “ T H E E M B A S S Y “ , M A N H A T T A N , N E W Y O R K
♦ K O R D O M N I V E R S A L R E S E A R C H & D E V E L O P M E N T / S U P E R B U D D I E S

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“My greatest strength is an unfocused mind. This is because while you are all thinking of one idea, I’m thinking of five different ideas. My greatest weakness however is an unfocused mind. This is because while I’m supposed to be thinking about one thing, I’m actually thinking of five other things.”

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Theodore Stephen KORD
5’11”, 184lbs (Don't judge!)
Born: Charlton, Massachussetts (July 4, 1997)
Graduated: Worcester Polytechnic Institute B.S. Degree in Chemical Engineering, Ph. D degree in Aeronautical engineering, Ph. D in Electrical Engineering, B.S. Degrees in Robotics and Mechanical Engineering
Head of Kord Omniversal Research & Development (the company his father founded has 3 locations - K.O.R.D West Division located in Pasadena, California, K.O.R.D Central based out of Chicago and K.O.R.D East Division located in Boston where Thomas Kord first started the company)
Field Leader and Founding Member of the Superbuddies. A team of heroes brought together to do good, and to better human/metahuman relations by showing just what can be achieved through collaborative efforts between the two.

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A prodigious mind, but flighty and prone to getting himself into trouble, Ted Kord excelled at virtually anything that he enjoyed and put his effort towards. Science, gymnastics, soccer and baseball, with the world in the palm of his hand Ted Kord could do it all and do it all with a smile on his face and laughter in his heart. His life took a sharp turn however, when he was expelled in his senior year of high school due to his involvement in a scandal which saw two thirds of a class cheat their way to perfect scores in major Physics and Mathematics exams. Knowing that his own grades for the year were sufficient to have already graduated, he refused to roll over and snitch out his friend Carter Johns – the one responsible for selling the tests throughout the class.

But whilst his grades were good enough already to have graduated with flying colours, M.I.T did not respond well to news of his expulsion, nor the manner in which it took place.

Some months later, after a number of phone calls and a hefty donation from Kord Omniversal founder and C.E.O Thomas Kord, and Ted was enrolled to local engineering college Worcester Polytechnic.

Given the opportunity to continue his learning, Ted excelled even further in the less structured college environment where he could focus more on endeavours of his own choosing. He swiftly blew through a degree in Aeronautical engineering, having always looked to the stars with wonder and discovered how much easier the college system suited him. Enrolling further in a number of other engineering courses to be one of the more rounded young scientific minds in the world.

But something was missing from the young man’s life.

Ted was on a mission for knowledge, viewing it as the ends rather than the means until he met another scientist named Hank Pym at a symposium in New York. But Pym wasn’t the catalyst for change so much as a mirror to help see himself better through.

The catalyst was a young man in a black suit slinging some kind of organic strand-like webbing substance, who swept through in pursuit of another man. @DocTachyon

The two scientists bonded over how this young new superhero they witnessed could possibly be doing the things he was doing ("It's obvious! A spray dispersal system that fires a resin polymer over a chemical silly-string like chain, solidifying it in the process!" "Are you kidding me? It's clearly some kind of fluid that solidifies on contact with the air!" "Maybe it's actually organic... you know? Maybe it's actually something he secretes inside of him, from in his actual wrists?" "Yeah, sure, whatever. And maybe it's Maybelline..." "..." "..." "BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"), and potential mechanical devices that could mimic his amazing movements and feats of agility, speed and strength. The pair exchanged email addresses and Ted had found what his life had been missing for years. The spark. The joy and wonder from his old high school days.

But this was more than just nostalgia. This was a new path.

“Screw the family business. I want to be one of those guys…”

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:

Last season was the story of a brilliant, yet flawed young man finally finding a path and slowly discovering his potential despite himself.

This season will see him coming to terms with relying on teammates and people around him on this new team that he has formed, and will also deal with the notions of “family” and “legacy”.

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

Character and Equipment

Character and Equipment:

Ted Kord – Good natured and affable, unfocused yet brilliant. Ted Kord possesses an eidetic and photographic memory, the ability to demonstrate great logic and deductive reasoning and a love of film (particularly Bond and Mission: Impossible movies). Ted was a gymnast in high school (and a few pounds lighter, but hey, who’s judging…) which plays a heavy factor in his agility based hand-to-hand fighting style.

The Bug – Originally designed by Ted as a prototype for potential space travel (young Ted set his mind to Mars as NASA first began sending probes and rovers) it has since been repurposed for his foray into superheroics. Mimicking the series Star Trek: Enterprise, Ted found a way to provide shielding by magnetizing the airship’s hull. He also found ways to electrify the outer shell to protect it from unwanted boarders. Capable of withstanding the pressures of the deepest sea trench or space travel, the mostly solar-powered Bug is at the bleeding edge of modern crimefighting vehicular technology and Ted’s pride and joy. It’s also controllable by remote, capable of flying or hovering on auto-pilot without Ted needing to be at the helm.

The BB gun – Ted’s primary defensive weapon, the BB gun is capable of emitting either a blinding flash of light, a strong compressed air blast, or a single five second deafening sonic screech. The BB gun is also powered by solar charged battery cells that Ted keeps on his person.

Ted also has access to a ridiculous array of self-invented gadgetry and gimmicks, although most are limited in use and would require the foresight and planning to bring them to utilize.

The Superbuddies

The Superbuddies

Maxwell Lord – A former CEO for a Fortune 500 pharmaceutical company, Maxwell Lord acts as a figurehead organizational leader planted by Ted Kord as a front for explaining where the money has come from in return for a share of the revenue streams. Unscrupulous and money-grubbing by nature, he can be quite a stringent taskmaster in keeping the team on mission to preserve their brand as heroes which makes up his mealticket.


The Wasp – Owner of her own fashion label, when Janet Van Dyne discovered that Ted was engaging in activities as Boston’s latest hero The Blue Beetle she became enamoured with the swashbuckling romantic connotations of the hero life. Outfitted by her husband Hank Pym, who is one of the foremost geniuses in the modern world the Wasp packs a wallop that belies her diminutive size when in costume.


Hank Pym – Generally introverted and reclusive, Hank Pym also has numerous mental issues and social disorders which often cause troubles in his own life and for those who care about him. He very much loves Janet though and has joined the team out of a feeling of necessity. Even though this will actually mean occasionally dealing with people and spending less time at work in his lab. Might just be the smartest person in the world.


Ice – Tora Olafsdotter was formerly a security officer for a branch of S.H.I.E.L.D known as the Global Guardians, who dealt with providing security for foreign dignitaries and private citizens of international importance. She also happens to be Ted’s girlfriend. And a metahuman. Which is not why he dated her. I mean, not that that would be an issue for him not to either. Because he is not a bigot. She is cute, looks amazing in a cocktail dress, and can tolerate Ted’s more irritating quirks which previously subjected him to the single life (which may be a metahuman power in and of itself…). Ted has zero complaints.


Fire – Beatriz Da Costa was Tora’s best friend and almost like a bigger sister for her when the two worked previously for the Global Guardians. She barely tolerates Ted and trusts that this whole thing will soon end once Tora comes to her senses, sees him for the geeky dork he is and dumps him for someone better suited to her. She is extremely open and comfortable with her own body and sensuality, which makes Ted wrap a towel around himself anytime the team uses the on-site pool. She is extremely protective of Tora. At this point Ice is the only reason she’s wasting her time with this whole superhero charade.

Peripheral NPC characters this season:

"Sunspot"
"Dan Garrett"
"Scott Lang"
"Cassie Lang"
"Abner Jenkins"
"Melissa “Mimi/Mims” Gold-Jenkins"
Other characters which are already intrinsically linked to K.O.R.D. in the comics.

S E A S O N O N E S Y N O P S I S :

Season One Synopsis

No sooner had Stark Industries unveiled the Iron Man suit, than Tony Stark announced it was not for sale. Spiking demand for a product that would not be available on the market. Tech giants scrambled, seeing a rare hole in the market. Kord Omniversal Research and Development had a unique problem.

In their B.E.E.T.L.E suit, a high-tech suit designed for exploration in hostile environments, on this world and off it, remained the leading example of similar technology, but its C.E.O Ted Kord refused to push it to market. Objecting to pivoting into a role as a weapons manufacturer on moral grounds.

The suit’s designer, K.O.R.D’s Chief Financial Officer Abner Jenkins, sensing he was not getting any younger and seeing a way he could cash in on his life’s greatest piece of work was driven to seeing K.O.R.D take it to market by any means necessary. Aided by an unknown ally, Jenkins organized an attempt to steal the B.E.E.T.L.E suit at the New York Science Expo by having false information leaked about it being the upcoming flagship product for Kord Omniversal which he would then be able to very publicly thwart, displaying its value and forcing Ted Kord’s hand.

Unfortunately, Ted Kord also had his own plans. Using an all-terrain space craft and numerous tech-based gadgets of his own design, Ted Kord has been moonlighting as Boston’s new hero the Blue Beetle – the eponymous hero of a 1960s television series starring Dan Garrett.

When the thieves, a group of Madison Avenue advertising workers led by Farley Fleeter and naming themselves the Madmen, made a move on the B.E.E.T.L.E they were not only facing down Abner Jenkins in the suit. Also on the scene were the Blue Beetle and a pair of security workers for the organization known as the Global Guardians operating under the names of Green Flame and Ice Maiden. When the smoke cleared, the Blue Beetle was not only able to incapacitate the Madmen, he also successfully captured Jenkins in the B.E.E.T.L.E suit and handed him off to the local New York police.

He also found himself falling ass-backwards into a relationship with Ice, otherwise known as Tora Olafsdotter.

It also saw him form a new idea. An idea that would see him change his Blue Beetle solo act, to an ensemble – a hero team.

Working with a variety of different heroes types, both young and old, under heavy fire in New York’s recent Crisis Ted’s thoughts on what a hero should be have been shaped by those around him who he has come across in his life. Whether they wear a labcoat, wings, or shroud themselves in flame.

S A M P L E P O S T:

Sample Post

So, it’s true confessions time I guess…

I never really studied in high school. Ever, if I’m being honest. I never really had to. I read the text books that we were given for the standard curriculum at the start of the term. Tests would come. And every page of every text book was just sitting right there. In my head.

I mean that’s not the sum total of schooling, let’s be honest. Rote memorization. You have to come to terms with the concepts that the class deals with that are inside the books. But when you can just recall everything and anything that the class is dealing with, the second you turn your test sheet over… you don’t really ever need to pay too much attention in class.

So you drift. Your focus waxes and wanes. You become a dreamer. A class clown. Anything to ease off the monotony of those classes which hold you captive from 9 til 3.

Instead of listening to how the mitochondria are the powerhouse of the cell, which you read about as soon as you got your books, you’re sketching a spaceship that will one day take you beyond the moon. The spaceship that will make you the first man on that red planet, from this blue one which has been sending probes and rovers over for exploratory purposes since the day you were born.

You drew sketches of yourself in the James Bond suit and tie, holding that trademark Bond pose with the Walther PPK skyward.

…and little do you know that the reason you’re wearing a suit before your 23rd birthday has nothing to do with neither space travel, nor espionage.

You’re sitting in the seat your father vacated. The business and the world he left for you early. And still you drift.

But the craft that sits in the covered hanger, recessed into the roof of the Kord Tower isn’t a dream. And neither is the other suit that hangs in your wardrobe. The one you never tell people about.

“Well, if we’re done here ladies and gentlemen. I think we’ll call it a day.”

P O S T C A T A L O G U E:

Season One:
1. “I mean, even if we don’t have a product here, we could send that in and get $500 off of America’s Funniest Home Videos…”
2. He grabbed his sky wire and looked down the hatch at the lights of the city and rooftops far below. “Well, if I screw this next bit up, at least I won’t have to worry about what I’m going to do for long…”
3. “Whoa! No-no-no-no-no-no… Don’t want to do-- wait… do I?” Ted thought for a beat. “No. Lucrative as that side of robotics may well be… let’s leave that to more… driven men. Shower, delete preference profile ‘looking for a good time’.”
4. “See!” He pointed at her. “Still the boss! Respect commanded!” The elevator door opened. He walked in and turned around. “Now please call ahead so that I can see the Research and Development engineers in my Research and Development company...” He called back to Angela as the elevator doors closed.
5. “I just realized this is the most I’ve been able to speak to a fellow scientist’s wife or girlfriend at one of these events without either her eyes completely glazing over, or outright running away and going to talk with Tony Stark instead…”
6. “Yeah, you know how it is, Hank. All these kids out there these days… All hopped out of their gourds on... Fizz.”
7. “I’m not going to kill him, Jeremiah.” He mumbled whilst deep in facepalm. “I might shave him bald and feed him each of his $5,000 suits, and the expensive Italian loafers he purchased with his undeserved senior executive salary, garnishing it generously with his own hair… but I’m not going to kill him.”
7b. Back-end of Blue Beetle/Spider-Man crossover courtesy of @DocTachyon
8. Tora nodded, and straightened up, hands on her hips. “I should get out of here. Make sure we get your B.B. Suit clear from when the police get here and do their sweep. Did I say that right?”
“No, it doesn’t work like that. B.B. gun is a play on words. You know ‘Pew! Pew!’ like the kid’s toy?” Ted said, making finger-guns.
9. “How do you even put a thing like that on? I mean it looks like it’d hurt your neck anyway, but... Oh he’s wearing gloves! Well that makes sense. You wouldn't put a helmet like that on without gloves…”
10. “That’d be right. You drive around in a hotrod like this, all of a sudden you’ve got every two-bit wallcrawler out to make a buck stepping off the curb in front of you to drop a lawsuit.”
10b. Crisis/Event Spider-man/Blue Beetle team-up courtesy of @DocTachyon
10c. Crisis/Event Spider-Man/Blue Beetle team-up courtesy of DocTachyon
10d. Crisis/Event Spider-Man/Blue Beetle team-up courtesy of DocTachyon
10e. Crisis/Event
10f. Crisis/Event Culmination - Captain America/Wonder Woman/Arsenal/Blue Beetle team-up courtesy of @Lord Wraith, @Webboysurf and [@Star Lord]
Epilogue. “Just-- please don’t destroy the universe. It has all of my stuff in it and I just got it how I like it.” Ted facepalmed.

Season Two:
1. First Post
2. Post Two
3. Post Three
4. Post Four
5. Post Five
6. Post Six - Tora

[Master Bruce]

Captain America, Supergirl, Green Lantern, Bruce Wayne, The Hulk, and Iron Man are all approved.

@HenryJonesJr

I'll accept this outcome, mostly because I'm aware of how terrifying you all clearly feel a raging hormonal Clark Kent would have been to unleash onto this game.

[Hound55]

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T H E F A N T A S T I C F O U R

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

^{R E E D R I C H A R D S / S U E S T O R M / B E N G R I M M / J O H N N Y S T O R M
♦ S C I E N T I S T S / E X P L O R E R S / C O S M I C N A V I G A T O R S
♦ B A X T E R B U I L D I N G , F O U R F R E E D O M S P L A Z A , M A N H A T T A N
♦ F A N T A S T I C F O U R / S T O R M – R I C H A R D S S C I E N T I F I C S O C I E T Y}

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“You may tell your boss that we're tremendously honored by his gracious gesture-- but we're not yet done exploring. What gives this family its purpose and its joy isn't the destination... it's the journey.” – Reed Richards

“ You have these doubts...Constant and unrelenting. Some large and some so very small. Am I being too strict? Am I too lenient? Do I praise too often or not enough...Being a parent, having children...it's a constant war between uncertainty and hope. So you live in fear...and there are these doubts... Science is much the same. The child of the mind. Left untempered it can do the unconscionable. But if you try to hold it and keep it safe, you deny it’s true potential. Love, life… it’s all a balance.” – Sue Storm

“Sure, around this family I might be like the dumb kid in science class… But maybe I’m too dumb to know when to quit as well. FLAME ON!” – Johnny Storm

“Yer know what? Mebbe if you connect the whozzits to the whatsit over there, then run a conduit through to power the weapon… Yer know what, forgeddaboudit Stretch, I’m gonna just play to my strengths… IT’S CLOBBERIN’ TIME!” – Ben Grimm, Sensitive Yancy Street Citizen

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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:

Latching onto the First Family to tell some BIG universe expanding stories, organically open up some crisis/event level threats, and tell some (hopefully interesting) cosmic/global level sci-fi family stories and character work.

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

Some years ago the exploratory space mission crew which which gave birth to the group who would go on to be called 'The Fantastic Four' disappeared, presumed dead. The world grieved, Latverian based financial backers lost money and face (and many suspect the failed mission was to blame for the recent political turmoil in that Nation since) and humanity started to turn away from the stars...

But now they're back! A wormhole generated by lead scientist Reed Richards brought home these wandering heroes... And now they have kids!

But their return raises many more questions... what cosmic force changed these four heroes so dramatically? Reed Richards is now capable of amazing feat of strange elasticity, Susan Storm is now able to tap into some kind of power allowing her to create force fields and make herself invisible, pilot Benjamin Grimm has now become some form of rock-based monster and Johnny Storm is now fully combustable, able to generate high levels of heat and flame. And what of the children? Does some hidden power or force lie dormant within these doe-eyed kids? Reed Richards left this world as one of this world's smartest people, but since his return his intelligence has increased exponentially beyond what it was and he has become more distant from his fellow man. What has he learned in his time away? And why does it seem like his daughter Valeria has developed similar traits despite her so incredibly young age? Could this be why Sue Storm has taken on more of a leadership role since their return?

And most important of all... Are these really the same people who disappeared all those years ago?

Character and Equipment:

Characters

Characters

Reed Richards – Already one of the smartest people on Earth prior to the mission, Reed Richards’ intelligence has seemingly increased exponentially since he left the Earth, however he has also become more distant from people in the process. When the mission met with disaster he was torn between reaching for Sue in a futile effort to hold her close and keep her safe, and reaching for controls in a desperate effort to keep the whole group safe. The curious cosmic radiation which bathed the whole crew after being processed by the damaged gamma converter left the scientist who had a habit to reach well beyond his grasp provided him the means to reach far further than he would have ever thought possible.

But was that the incident that changed his intellect? Was that why he seems to have turned his ever expanding reach away from his humanity? Or was it something else?

Sue Storm – Doctor Susan Storm was a brilliantly rounded scientist in her own right, but with noticeable changes in her husband’s mentality regarding science, she has stepped into a broader leadership role, providing the conscience for the group and big picture direction. The mission’s disaster saw her fearfully seeking escape from the creeping wave of strange cosmic radiation that seemed to be seeking her out, screaming for something, anything to hold it back. Now Sue has some inner power that allows her to generate force fields and render herself invisible.

Are these changes to her husband’s demeanour really responsible for her move to leadership? Does she have other designs for these powerful people? And what secrets has she been keeping about their adventures away from Earth?

Ben Grimm – Pilot Benjamin Grimm, Yancy Street tough kid made good. Long time friend of Reed Richards has tended to keep his public appearances extremely limited since the group returned. Despite experiencing the most drastic outward changes, he seems the most grounded and unchanged psychologically by the experience, albeit not escaping completely unharmed. As disaster befell the crew, Ben stood firm, unflinchingly clinging to the controls to guide them all through the Negative Zone aperture. The altered cosmic radiation altered his body’s composition, greatly increasing its density and strength. Making him as sturdy as a stone, just as he had been on that day.

Just how deep does the monster go? What else does he have to hide to make him shun the public so?

Johnny Storm – Immature, brash, hot-headed, but intensely loyal to those closest to him, Johnny Storm’s personality helped attract interest in the mission. It also kept Susan’s troubled brother close where she could keep an eye on him, as she’d been the voice of reason in their family since the brother and sister lost their parents. It also didn’t hurt that he was the fiance of Valeria, the sister of Latverian financier, scientist and Head of Ground Control Victor Von Doom. As the crew met that fateful day, Johnny ‘sacrificed’ himself for her, stuffing her in a radiation shielded airlock as the wave of radiation swept through the ship. Unfortunately, that altered cosmic radiation was the only thing which allowed the four other crew members to survive the extreme circumstances of that day. As the ship burst into flames as the nuclear core melted down, Johnny was forced to watch the woman he loved burn before his eyes as his frustration, outrage at an unjust world, saw him become one with the flames.

What really happened to Valeria Von Doom? Did she really die on that day? Was there other foul play at hand which saw her become the only casualty?

Franklin Richards – The older child of the two new additions to the group which left for that ill-fated mission, Franklin Richards was named presumably after Susan and Johnny Storm’s deceased father. A well-adjusted, fun loving kid who seems to be all about TV, comics, and adventure, Franklin seems unaffected by his family’s journey throughout the unknown.

Is all really as it seems with the ‘Normal’ Richards child? How normal could he really be coming from such a strange family?

Valeria Richards – The younger Richards child was named after the ill-fated crew member who reportedly died on the day of the mission’s mishap Valeria Von Doom. She seems to have shared in her father’s recent detachment from humanity, but also has a wisdom well beyond her years. Possibly even beyond her father’s. Valeria loves her family, but treats human society mainly as a curiosity. A curiosity she has rapidly picked up and absorbed, but still.

What’s the deal with the ‘creepy’ kid? Five year olds are not supposed to have a better vocabulary than most adults, why does it seem like she’s studying us?

S A M P L E P O S T:

Then...

The booming voice of the man who would be DOOM.

“Ten... Nine... Eight…”

Victor’s sharp eyes made another final sweep across the whole control panel. They had cleared every check and test. But what man could leave the fate of so much to another’s vision? A lesser mind’s decision? To do such a thing, one might as well leave such a thing to the winds of chance.

“Seven…”

Ben Grimm flexes his fingers for one last time as he prepares to white-knuckle it, and grips the controls in sure, steadfast hands. He wouldn’t want the responsibility anywhere else. Ol’ blue eyed Benji has their lives and his in his hands, knows exactly what it means, and the whole damn universe couldn’t pry him off his duty. So just let ‘er try.

“Six…“

Reed and Sue lock eyes lovingly. After these years the married couple share the mutual knowledge that whatever comes next, whatever they now face, they have the strength for what comes. Together.

“Five…”

The young lovers hands embrace. Even through the suits, Johnny Storm could swear he could feel Valeria Von Doom’s warmth radiating through, as in all things.

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Five Hours Ago…

Children playing in the sparse green fields of Central Park. A tour group rides by on bicycles. College students with books spread open come to grips with their course load whilst talking about the day to day frivolities.

All interrupted by rolling thunder. A space between places opened by an explosive cacophony of sound. Feet touched down on Earth’s soil which hadn’t known it for well over a decade, as well as three who had never known it as home. The tall bug said something in Sue Storm’s ear. She looked concerned, and replied, as people raced towards them. But none could hear over the sound of the cosmic gateway. The bug confirmed, and Sue swept her hair back, deep in thought over the meaning of what she had just been told.

People were racing towards the five strange humans, their robot and one strange rock monster. The bug gave a final wave, walked between the humans and their means of arrival. Shielding itself from the sight of other people and used a small box to open a similar portal to return, presumably, from wherever they came.

The blonde haired youth looked at his craggly compatriot and noticed no change in his appearance.

“Hey? Looks like our powers are still kicking in here too.” He said, flicking a finger off of his compatriot's rocky shoulder and setting his finger aflame.

People ran to the group on the grass, but then kept their distance. Standing in stunned silence, the crowd was seemingly scared of the strange man with the stony flesh.

“So…” Ben said, breaking the awkward silence. “Whaddid we miss?”

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Post 1 - The Return

[Simple Unicycle]

Complete sheet up.

Some Guy With Too Much Time On His Hands

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V I C S A G E

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^{"When other guys go on a quest to find their place in life, they get into something like meditation or yoga or designer drugs. Me? I move to a city I've never been to before and go around town kicking teeth in."}

Vic Sage wasn't a nice man. Hotheaded, stubborn as hell, and with a tendency to ruffle the wrong people's feathers. His unbridled ambition managed to land him a job working at the Hub City branch of Worldwide News Network, a small news network (ironic, considering the name) that had slowly been opening new branches in major cities in the East Coast and Midwest since 1998. Over the course of a year, he managed to work his way up from penning articles for their website to achieving a position as one of their newscasters. His career as a newscaster was rather short-lived, however; on the night of his first broadcast, he went off script and began to slam various businesses that backed the network, accusing them of having ties to organized crime on live television.

His superiors had their sponsors breathing down their necks, but the general public had loved it. The video of Vic's live rant had gone semi-viral and he attained minor celebrity in his hometown. They couldn't just fire him, so the best course of action was to send him somewhere where he wouldn't be a problem. That place was Hoboken, home to the oldest (and most underfunded) branch of Worldwide News Network with the lowest ratings. No one would care about his rantings and ravings because no one watched it there.

Vic, for his part, has managed to take the move in stride. Besides, Hub City had been a little too quiet for him lately. He needs a new stomping ground if he wants to get serious about this vigilante thing, and Hoboken (and the nearby New York City) might be just the place to start. Maybe someday he can actually do something about those corrupt corporate mobsters.

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I know that the last time I played the Question I only wrote two posts then dropped off the face of the planet. Part of me regrets not sticking around longer than I did, while another part of me doesn't; disappearing for three months gave me time to sort myself out and get my ideas straight. I had been in these games for months on end and didn't have time to really breathe and think about what I wanted to do. After a few months rest, I'm getting that arpee itch again after being away so long (reading the first issue of The Deaths of Vic Sage certainly helped too), and I'm back and ready to reclaim my title as "The One Guy Who Really Likes The Question And Always Plays Him In Those Comic Games".

Regarding the story of this latest attempt, I want to tell something resembling an origin story. This Vic hasn't yet donned his trademark no-face mask and trenchcoat, but is rather testing the waters by going out in a ski mask at night to beat up petty crooks and other such types. He's less targeting specific organizations and more trying to find his way as a powerless vigilante in a world increasingly populated by metahuman heroes. I have a vague outline going in but want to keep it loose for maximum flexibility; to put it basically, by the end of this season I want to see him in costume and tackling bigger threats. As for the moving of Vic from his native Hub City to Hoboken, I did so mostly so I could be closer to NYC without actually stepping on the toes of those in the city itself. This also has the advantage of being close enough to the city to allow for crossovers should the players there want to collaborate with little old me.

When it comes to stylistic influences I actually have way less than I did for other characters in the past; this probably helps as they were all style, no real substance in my opinion. The most I can say is that I've been replaying Hotline Miami 1 and 2 a lot lately, so the included soundtracks for my post will contain a lot of music by artists featured in those games and other artists in the genre.

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Supporting Cast

TBA; don't expect any big names here.

Vic's Mixtape

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Issue 1.00

V I C S A G E

_{Location and Time: Hoboken, New Jersey - New Years Eve, 11:34 PM}

Issue 1.00: Divide

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_{Interaction(s): None}

Previously: None

The pulse pounding beat emanating from my stereo combined with the three energy drinks I had just chugged were enough to keep the adrenaline flowing through my blood. These back roads are empty, far away from everyone that's getting ready to watch the fireworks from across the river. Part of me thinks that I could hit up the festivities when I'm done, but I have no time for those thoughts. Right now all I've got on my mind is a warehouse full of punks one of my contacts told me about. Some no-good gangsters squatting there, using it for drugs or weapons or whatever else I've got no clue, all my contact told me was that there was bad stuff going on there. I probably should take it with a grain of salt, after all Roscoe had a habit of hitting the sauce, but he's never steered me wrong before. This is much, much bigger than anything else he's brought me, though.

No time to doubt him though. I'm here. I pull my VW up to the warehouse, killing the stereo and grabbing the ski mask off the dashboard. Sliding it on and opening the car door, I step out and approach the side door of the warehouse. I open it slightly and peek in, gazing around and trying to gauge what's going on in here. Just dusty old boxes as far as the eye can see until... There. A group of men sitting around a table. Only a single light pierces the darkness of the warehouse, but from what little I can see I'm positive these are mobsters or some such. I can feel the cold dam of detachment that's been holding back my anxiousness begin to strain, begging to let loose. I haven't been this nervous since my first fist fight. I need to hit something, someone.

I keep a hold on my jacket tighter. No, give it a minute. Walk forward, announce your presence, give them a chance to surrender. Like a hero would. You're a hero, Sage, not some crazy vigilante. Continuing to hold back the building tension within myself with a snarl, I step forward into the single light so the thugs can see me. They continue sitting there until I see the motions of one nudging his buddy. Quickly, they all scramble from their seats and stare at me with apprehension. For a moment I wonder why I thought this would be smart as now one of them was definitely gonna shoot me. He spoke, "Y-yo, what do you want, man?! This is our t-turf!" The voice belonged to a teenager, and was that specific tone that indicated you were terrified yet still trying to be fearless.

Hearing his words, the growing tension within me died out slowly. I pieced it together; these weren't badass mobsters, these were kids playing at being a gang. My suspicions about this info had been right, and I was stupid enough to follow through anyway. Now I was facing down a couple scared kids trying to be cool. "Don't want anything. I came to the wrong place. I'll leave." I raise my hands as I speak, trying to appearing non-threatening.

One of the other boys steps forward. "Bullshit! You're probably here to take our place over. Well we won't let you! Me and the boys are gonna fuck you up," he says, voice steady and confident unlike his comrade. In a quieter voice I hear him whisper to his friends, "Just like we always talked about. Rush him on three."

The kid definitely has a future in politics, as his taunts toward me seem to bolster the confidence of his gang. They all grab nearby wooden bats and two-by-fours, probably never actually used as weapons before, and begin to take menacing steps towards me. Four in all. I can take them.

Quietly, I hear their leader count up from one...

Two...

"THREE!"

I step back as one of the kids rushes ahead of the rest and swings his bat at me, missing by scant inches. I throw a jab at him, catching him in the side of the neck. He drops his weapon and grabs his throat, letting out a gasp. I pick up the bat and raise it above my head, swinging it hard into his head. The wooden piece of sports equipment knocks him clean to the floor and sends me stumbling forward from the sudden stop against his head. A two-by-four finds its way into my gut and I stumble backwards, accidentally dodging a baseball bat that would have caught me in the side of the head.

I drop my bat to the floor, barely keeping my footing after the attack. With a yell the leader swings his bat at me, but I manage to raise an arm and block it. I feel pain shooting up the limb from the hit and give a slight hiss. Doesn't matter. I grab the bat and yank it from him, sending him stumbling forward and right into a left hook to the jaw. He falls to the ground and I kick him in the head, knocking him out.

The other two probably would have surrendered at the sight of me standing over their unconscious leader if they weren't about as high off adrenaline as I was. They both run forward together, one swinging his bat at my head while the other swings his two-by-four at my side. I use my bat to block the first hit while repositioning myself in an attempt to avoid the second. I manage to block one attack but the other manages to catch me in the ribs. The wind knocked out of me, I stumble back and barely have time to recover enough for another dodge as a bat swings right past my face.

I reel away and create distance between myself and my opponents. Looking around, I spot an empty, sturdy crate that looks just small enough for me to lift. Tossing my bat at the two punks, I manage to nail one in the chest and knock him back before I sprint for the box. The other comes running after me, readying his two-by-four as I lift the box up over my head. Barely stepping out of the way of a wild swing, I slam the crate down onto his head and send him to the floor with a grunt. To be safe, I give him a quick kick in the side.

The last one is steadying himself by the time I return to him, gripping his head and mumbling incoherently. I pick up the discarded bat and ready it, before giving a sharp whistle. He turns his head towards me and I swing, snapping his head back and sending him back to the floor. A bit worried, I kneel down and check his pulse; still alive. Good. Don't need to kill anyone.

I look around at the unconscious teenagers, shaking my head. What a damn idiot I was for believing that old drunk. The most he ever gets me is gangs like this, so expecting him to come through on a tip about an actual mob racket? Too good to be true. With a sigh, I drop the bat to the floor and leave the warehouse behind. Best not to call the cops on these little punks, they'll probably get in enough trouble with their parents as is.

Taking off the ski mask and tossing it onto the dashboard, I wince as the adrenaline finally begins to die down and my wounds come back to haunt me. Definitely gonna be some bruises. If I'm unlucky enough I might have cracked a rib or something. Guess I'll find out in the morning. I start up the VW and drive away from the warehouse.

I drive myself to the Hudson River waterfront, parking my car and approaching the gathering crowd that's waiting there and chanting the countdown. I look down at my watch. Just in time, only a few seconds until New Years. Smiling slightly to myself, I join in, "Five! Four! Three! Two! One!"

Happy New Year.

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Issue 1.00: Divide (See Above)
Issue 1.01: Night Driving Avenger (Coming Soon)

[Sep]

Huh

[Simple Unicycle]

Complete sheet with sample post is up.

[Dusty]

Completed Sheet, I might come by a few hundred times to fix grammar errors and the like, but nothing big should change.

He Doth Blow his Horn, and Hark his Merry Men...

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^{"This City Really Does Deserve Better."}

After an invitation to a banished Vtalavian Count by the name of Werner Vertigo turns sour the political battle for control goes awry for the top family in Star City. Robert Queen, his wife and immediate family, along with a good number of his closest confidants and business partners are murdered aboard the family’s private yacht. The boat is sunk, and all the world is led to believe the entirety of the Queen family, alone with several other affluent names are gone forever lost in a storm at sea. However, the League of Shadows, the hired murderers responsible for the slaughter did not fulfill their contract to the letter. Instead they kidnapped two young children from the Queen and Merlyn families respectively to train as prospective assassins for the League. They were of the prime age, and their potential was made clear that terrible night when the two fought bitterly to save their own lives, impressing the cold-blooded Slade Wilson. Oliver Queen and Thomas Merlyn at the tender age of eleven were both presumed dead alongside their families. In truth the boys were undergoing the grueling training and corruptive brain washing preparing them to become worthy Shadows on the remote and frozen island off the coast of Russia. There they would grow to become deadly warriors, fierce and unstoppable. Oliver was recognized for his guile, and Thomas for his grit, and through even the cruelest nights, and harshest days they managed to not only survive but thrive within the Cult's lower ranks. Somehow, after years of service and all the indoctrination Oliver never forgot who he really was, and what had truly transpired. Always trapped in the back of his mind was the truth, fighting to shatter the mental chains and fly free.

A decade in the service of the Shadows saw Oliver sent on a kill mission through his childhood home of Star City. The hit was simple and conducted without a hitch, but in the few hours of downtime between departure to his next assignment he felt compelled to visit him home. It was not the place he recalled. Oliver was shocked to find the blossoming city he remembered from his youth had been crippled, plagued by crime and ruled through a puppet city government by Count Vertigo. Everything that he’d lost at the orders of the Count then returned to Oliver, and his conditioning began to peel away. He felt the pain of loss, and the shame at the blood his own hands had split. It took weeks for him to swallow all his tears and in the end he became obsessed with turning the wretched, city-wide collapse around. Abandoning the Shadows and everything he knew Oliver Queen fled back to Star and began preparing for a war retake the fallen city from the monsters who ruled it from the highest towers, and lowest slums. He would take on a new identity, one he remembered hearing stories of while being tucked into bed by his mother and father. He would become the Hooded Archer, the Prince of Tricks, The Green Arrow.

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The idea behind this version of Green Arrow is to have Oliver Queen set within a hostile city that has forgotten the billionaire, and sees only the renegade outlaw fighting against the foul disease that has infected his home. Without a multi-national billion dollar corporation supporting his vigilantism, Queen will be forced to rely more on his wits and guile than fancy arrows and knock-off Batman gadgets. Battling gangsters, corrupt police, white collar criminals, and Shadows all with a giddy laugh and yet another trick up his sleeve, this is the Robin Hood-esque figure I'm interested in writing about.

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Supporting Cast

William Harper - William is a Park Ranger living in the Graylord State forest with his son Roy, and his wife Maria, only a few miles from Star City. He is sympathetic to Oliver's mission, thanks to a mutual connection through Robert Queen. He provides shelter, medical aid, and sanctuary for Oliver in his times of need.

Roy Harper - Roy is the son of a pair of Park Rangers living in the forest reserve north of Star City, near the US Canadian border. He's a rambunctious kid, often getting into trouble and pushing the limits of his parent's patience. His act first think later attitude tends to get him into tight spots, but he's usually quick enough on his feet to keep from getting hurt.

Dinah Lance - Left blank for now in case anyone wants to play as Black Canary.

Jean Loring - Former attorney for the Queen Family, and the only remaining connection to Oliver's past, she is the first person Oliver goes to for help. While Oliver takes on the combative front in the war to save Star City, Jean Loring begins preparing the legal battle necessary to take Queen Industries back from its illegitimate owner, Malcolm Merlyn.

Thomas Merlyn - Former friends, Oliver and Tommy grew up together under the Shadow of the Assassins, training and serving at the whim of the Demon's Head. Tommy, as he is called by Oliver has become the feared Dark Archer, an expert killer and radical follower of the League of Shadows. He is known for never failing in his duty, and eliminating targets with extreme prejudiced.

Count Werner Vertigo - The puppet master behind Star City's collapse and the grisly demise of all his political rivals aboard the Queen family's yacht nearly a decade ago. Now the Count lives in the shadows of Star City, gathering his strength and wealth for his triumphant return to Vlatava, his home country.

Malcolm Merlyn - Owner and CEO of Queen Industries, he is the only large scale businessman who actually thrives in Star City's current political environment, through suspected illicit means. He gained the top spot at Queen Industries after the tragic demise of his brother, and his brother's business partner, former owner Robert Queen. Through some uncertain means he stepped up, and was put into position by the board of directors and has been running Queen Industries ever since.

Danial Brickworth - A mutant mobster, "Danny" is a giant of a man covered in red-hinted, hardened growths making him immune to most projectiles and blunt force weaponry. He is immensely powerful possessing low level super strength, and worst of all a brilliant mind for villainy and crime. He's a hands on, do it your selfer who isn't afraid to get a little blood on his hands. On top of being an extremely dangerous mobster, he is the undisputed supreme ruler of the Star City underworld.

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For Were Sir Guy and Sir Robin to Meet Again Blood Shall Surely Follow

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Guessing at Adrian Guberschans rise to power in the outer Vannels Area would have been a feat of impressive divination. Nobody would have looked at the skinny thirteen year old boy he’d once been, sporting a bloody nose and mismatched socks, and still somehow determined he would turn into the proud and ruthless mob boss that ran everything from Third to the Forty-fifth with an iron fist and a glob of tobacco spit. All for his superiors in Brioni leather blacks back up in city hall. He was the middleman, the collector, the go getter, and ever since the police department had been told to turn a blind eye to his exploits, he’d been the terror of Vannel and the wider industrial zone. And as it happened a prime target for the masked and hooded vigilante concealed amongst the deepest shadows.

It was well known that Adrian had it good with some serious higher ups, a direct line and the personal number to the next league of mob bosses in Star City which made him dangerous to mess with, besides the practical heat packing goons he surrounded himself with. Oliver could count four men not including Adrian, the obvious bulges in their basketball shorts denoting concealed firearms as they lugged the last of their nightly ill-gotten earnings into the back of a blacked-out SUV. Wood and leather hissed as Oliver lade shaft to string, adjusting his stance under the cover of a frigid midnight breeze.

Invisible.

Silent.

Deadly.

“You are not where you’re supposed to be.”

Oliver Queen’s arrow flew true, thudding deep into the wrist of the nearest thug, forcing the man to his knees, a gut-wrenching cry escaping his lips. Shouts rang out, men drew steel, loading lead and powder as they searched for the unseen archer. Oliver ignored them. Spinning about he readied a second projectile a mere heartbeat after the voice sounded behind him, drawing to his ear as he prepared to fight for his very life. A man capable of sneaking up on him would prove a dangerous foe, one worthy of his fullest attention. A twitch in the shadows was all he needed to sight in and let fly. The arrow buzzed its deathtune but just before it stuck a hand moved to intercept knocking the shaft away. Before Oliver could dispatch another attempt the man slid into the thin moonlight, drawing back his hood to reveal a weatherworn face, shrouded in an assassin’s black. Oliver stayed his hand, an easy smile emerging from beneath his green hood. The face was concealed, but for Oliver there was no denying who breathed beneath the mask.

“Tommy Merlyn? Hell’s teeth you near scared me half to death. I could have killed you.” Oliver’s infectious smile did not sway the dark garbed marksman however, and he repeated his accusation in no uncertain terms.

“You are not where you are meant to be Oliver Queen.”

Oliver’s grin faded, and he lowered his bow, releasing a frustrated sigh. Of all the people they could have sent after him… The League knew him too well, and they deemed it necessary to make things difficult for their wayward assassin. They could not understand his needs, and where flat refusal might work on any other agent, Tommy was nearly as stubborn as himself, and more devoted to the cult than life itself. Nevertheless, Oliver squared his shoulders, he was resolute, his mind was made up, and he would not go back come hell or high water. They would never understand his reasons, but Tommy, Tommy might. “Help me finish here Tommy.” He pleaded, giving his old friend a full blast of his natural charm. “For old time sakes, and then I’d like to show you something, really important to me. Then we’ll talk, alright?”

At first Oliver worried Tommy would refuse and force to point then and there on that dark roof, but he wavered and broke at last, shaking his head with an irritated snort. “Fine but make it quick. What is this about anyway?”

“Tax collection.” Oliver replied cheerily as he returned his attention to Adrian and his three remaining functional goons, and the fourth who’d passed out from the pain. They’d attempted making a break for the hills in the half-loaded SUV, but four previously thrown darts had already completed their work in transforming the sleek vehicle into a particularly heavy street ornament. “Fighting a one-man war isn’t cheap you know, and if anyone should use that funding they so boldly collected from the local drug and prostitution rings I’d rather it was me than some pinstriped count.”

“They got all that from drugs and prostitution?” Merlyn inquired, his voice once again accusatory as he knelt beside Oliver on the snow blanketed eaves, his bow in hand and an arrow on the string.

Oliver flinched, he shouldn’t try to lie to Tommy, even in a casual way, the man was far too sharp for that. “Well, no. They gather protection money from local businesses too.” He shook his finger under Tommy’s nose disturbing the black shroud. “How about we ask them how much they took from the locals to return it to them; would that make you feel better?”

Tommy’s frown deepened. “This is not what you should be justifying to me Ollie.”

“Right,” Oliver coughed, shifting uncomfortable under Tommy’s resolute glare. “Well then let’s disarm them, try not to miss and make them bleed though. I’ve been studying them for a while now, and I only incapacitated that first one because he was the most dangerous. Competent with a pistol, or at least he knew how to hold it properly. The others... Not so much, besides I require them for manual labor.”

“You know I don’t miss.” Tommy growled, and sure enough in the space of a heartbeat four arrows flew from two bows disarming the remaining gangsters, leaving them rubbing their stinging fingers and howling for all they were worth. The citizens of the Vannels knew better than to concern themselves with the near constant gang warfare that went on in the rundown suburbs, they merely turned up the music or white noise and pretended the cries of pain did not exist.

Oliver dropped from his post upon the roof like a green wraith, his shadow following close behind as they approached the shocked Adrian. He was a large man, having lost his skinny look fifteen years prior, he possessed an array of impressive muscles and stood almost a full head taller than Oliver. Seeing the olive clad archer approach Adrian snorted derisively, thinking he might demonstrate what a few rounds of steroids were capable of and down the lithe hooded man and end this outrage once and for all. He did not account for the speed and skill of the man who now faced him, and for his valiant efforts Adrian received nothing more than a bloody nose and a world that seemed to spin as he dropped to his knees, groaning in pain.

“Oh, shush now you’ll be alright, you just shouldn’t have tried a left hook, I’m particularly good at parrying those. Isn’t that right Dark?”

If Tommy was displeased at the use of his operational code name, he did not show it, merely inclining his head ever so slightly in acknowledgement of Oliver’s claim. Oliver shrugged giving the gang leader a friendly pat on his back. “He doesn’t talk much on missions, so don’t mind him. Say, you look mighty clever, maybe you could help me out. You see, I seem to have misplaced my pocket change, have you by any chance seen a few thousand dollars lying around?”

Adrian blanched, dabbing pitifully at his bleeding nose. “W-w-what? Who are you, you bastard?”

“Oh, you know, Arrow, Green, The. Whatever order you’d prefer really old chum. I don’t mind. Anyway, have you seen that cash? I’d appreciate your help.”

“No,” Adrian was nearly crying at this point and he looked to his remaining men who had wised up after seeing their leader so efficiently defeated and were not moving a muscle under the watchful gaze of the Dark Archer. “I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about you maniac!”

“Hm, that’s too bad. Hey, wait, look at that.” Oliver stood up and walked over to the SUV, throwing wide the rear doors with a triumphant grin. “You did find it, thank you Adrian! I knew I could count on you, you’re the best. You know what, since you’re being such a good friend would you mind loading it up in my car for me.” Oliver flicked his wrist and a short double beep sounded and the lights to an expensive green sports car flashed on, revealing itself where once it was concealed in shadow. Oliver nearly collapsed laughing as Adrian’s face paled, first in shock then outrage as he recognized the Michigan plates.

“Hey, that’s my new car!”

“Load her up boys,” Oliver laughed, and then his joviality vanished, his final word freezing the blood in Adrian and his men’s veins as he stepped upon the ruined wrist of the unconscious man, ripping the arrow out in one vicious twist and laying the gory shaft upon his bowstring with a sinister sneer. “Please.”

The next half hour saw Oliver and Tommy speeding away in the commandeered sports car, leaving the four men zip-tied hand and foot to a broken streetlamp for the proper authorities to handle. More than likely they would be released under the corrupted police force, or merely freed by a fellow gang member who stumbled upon them. Either way the message was sent, and it would be heard by every upper white-collar criminal and mob boss Adrian could contact once he found a phone. The Green Arrow would be a known entity before morning, but an underestimated one, Adrian’s pride would ensure that.

The two friends were silent as Oliver guided the car out of the City leaving the run-down buildings and near third world hovels its remaining citizens survived in behind. Star City, Oliver remembered it being the pinnacle of American industrial and economic might, now reduced to a pathetic shadow of its former self after years of corruption and vitriolic politics. Oliver’s fingers tightened on the steering wheel merely thinking about it. His city he would claim, and yet he’d spent almost half life away from it, abandoning his home to its undeserved fate. Never again.

At long last the winding highway shifted into a gravel driveway and Oliver pulled to a stop outside an abandoned mansion. For a place that had been empty for nearly a decade it was in surprisingly decent condition. The paint was peeling, the lawn was well overgrown, and a few windows were shattered, but otherwise it proudly stood as it always had, a vain monument to the Queen family’s vast wealth and power.

“Welcome to my home.” Oliver said, a tad bitterly. “Actually, I’m technically a squatter as my father’s will was no doubt lost after the apparent death of the entire Queen family, its probably owned by some bankrupt real estate firm or something now. Either way its supposed to be mine so I’ve claimed it. Might as well, there was only rats living here since.”

“We gave up the personal and forsook our inheritance!” Tommy’s vitriolic response caused Oliver to cringe, despite having known the argument was imminent. “Your home is the League, your family is the League, you are the League’s! Ollie what have you done?”

“I gave it up.” Oliver kept his voice level, but his hand shook as he stood his ground, defending his decision to abandon the only family he’d known since the age of eleven. “Don’t you see what they’ve done to us Tommy? We were too young to realize it then, but they killed our family, our real family. Because of the League I don’t even remember what my mother looks like, and yet they expect us to serve them blindly? I won’t do it anymore Tommy, I won’t kill anymore, I want nothing to do with the Demon’s Head or any of it ever again. I know its unprecedented, I know its never been done before, but I quit the League of Shadows, and I’m never going back. This is my home, and the man who hired the League is still here dancing amongst the ashes of Star, reveling in his victory over my father. But I’m not my father, and I play by a different set of rules.”

“…You can’t quit the League of Shadows Ollie.”

“I can, and I did.”

A silent battle of wills took place on that dark driveway, the two stubborn friends held each other’s gazes, refusing to look away. For how long they remained that way, locked in silent mental warfare Oliver could not say. At last Tommy conceded defeat, looking away with a frustrated grunt. Oliver had won this battle, an important one but would it be the last?

“I’ll have to tell the Demon’s Head, everything.”

“I know, I’m sorry it came to this, but I've made my decision. Call it revenge, call it justice, call it whatever you like, this city is my responsibility now. I can’t leave again, if I don’t fight, I don’t think anyone else will.” Oliver’s heart went out to his childhood friend. They’d been together through thick and thin, since that first terrible day, through the years of brain washing and grueling training, past their first kills and to this very night that they would have to part ways, ideological opposites. He was putting Tommy in a difficult spot, and Tommy by taking the time to personally report to the Demon’s Head was giving him a chance to prepare.

“I only hope, for both our sakes.” Tommy said at last, stepping out of the car, clearly preparing for the long walk back into the city. “That we never meet again. Farewell Oliver Queen. And good luck.”

“Goodbye Tommy.” Oliver choked out as his lifelong friend vanished into that cold winter night.

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[Byrd Man]

Completed Sheet, I might come by a few hundred times to fix grammar errors and the like, but nothing big should change.

He Doth Blow his Horn, and Hark his Merry Men...

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

T H E G R E E N A R R O W

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^{_{O L I V E R Q U E E N ♦ R E N E G A D E ♦ S T A R C I T Y ♦ L E A G U E O F S H A D O W S}}

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

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^{"This City Really Does Deserve Better."}

After an invitation to a banished Vtalavian Count by the name of Werner Vertigo turns sour the political battle for control goes awry for the top family in Star City. Robert Queen, his wife and immediate family, along with a good number of his closest confidants and business partners are murdered aboard the family’s private yacht. The boat is sunk, and all the world is led to believe the entirety of the Queen family, alone with several other affluent names are gone forever lost in a storm at sea. However, the League of Shadows, the hired murderers responsible for the slaughter did not fulfill their contract to the letter. Instead they kidnapped two young children from the Queen and Merlyn families respectively to train as prospective assassins for the League. They were of the prime age, and their potential was made clear that terrible night when the two fought bitterly to save their own lives, impressing the cold-blooded Slade Wilson. Oliver Queen and Thomas Merlyn at the tender age of eleven were both presumed dead alongside their families. In truth the boys were undergoing the grueling training and corruptive brain washing preparing them to become worthy Shadows on the remote and frozen island off the coast of Russia. There they would grow to become deadly warriors, fierce and unstoppable. Oliver was recognized for his guile, and Thomas for his grit, and through even the cruelest nights, and harshest days they managed to not only survive but thrive within the Cult's lower ranks. Somehow, after years of service and all the indoctrination Oliver never forgot who he really was, and what had truly transpired. Always trapped in the back of his mind was the truth, fighting to shatter the mental chains and fly free.

After a decade in the service of the Shadows, Oliver was sent on a kill mission through his childhood home of Star City. The hit was simple and conducted without a hitch, but in the few hours of downtime between departure to his next assignment he felt compelled to visit him home. It was not the place he recalled. Oliver was shocked to find the blossoming city he remembered from his youth had been crippled, plagued by crime and ruled through a puppet city government by Count Vertigo. Everything that he’d lost at the orders of the Count then returned to Oliver, and his conditioning began to peel away. He felt the pain of loss, and the shame at the blood his own hands had split. It took weeks for him to swallow all his tears and in the end he became obsessed with turning the wretched, city-wide collapse around. Abandoning the Shadows and everything he knew Oliver Queen fled back to Star and began preparing for a war retake the fallen city from the monsters who ruled it from the highest towers, and lowest slums. He would take on a new identity, one he remembered hearing stories of while being tucked into bed by his mother and father. He would become the Hooded Archer, the Prince of Tricks, The Green Arrow.

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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The idea behind this version of Green Arrow is to have Oliver Queen set within a hostile city that has forgotten the billionaire, and sees only the renegade outlaw fighting against the foul disease that has infected his home. Without a multi-national billion dollar corporation supporting his vigilantism, Queen will be forced to rely more on his wits and guile than fancy arrows and knock-off Batman gadgets. Battling gangsters, corrupt police, white collar criminals, and Shadows all with a giddy laugh and yet another trick up his sleeve, this is the Robin Hood-esque figure I'm interested in writing about.

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

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Supporting Cast

William Harper - William is a Park Ranger living in the Graylord State forest with his son Roy, and his wife Maria, only a few miles from Star City. He is sympathetic to Oliver's mission, thanks to a mutual connection through Robert Queen cause and provides shelter, medical aid, and sanctuary for Oliver in his time of need.

Roy Harper - Roy is the son of a pair of Park Rangers living in the forest reserve north of Star City, near the US Canadian border. He's a rambunctious kid, often getting into trouble and pushing the limits of his parent's patience. His act first think later attitude tends to get him into tight spots, but he's usually quick enough on his feet to keep from getting hurt.

Dinah Lance - Left blank for now in case anyone wants to play as Black Canary.

Jean Loring - Former attorney for the Queen Family, and the only remaining connection to Oliver's past, she is the first person Oliver goes to for help. While Oliver takes on the combative front in the war to save Star City, Jean Loring begins preparing the legal battle necessary to take Queen Industries back from its illegitimate owner, Malcolm Merlyn.

Thomas Merlyn - Former friends, Oliver and Tommy grew up together under the Shadow of the Assassins, training and serving at the whim of the Demon's Head. Tommy, as he is called by Oliver has become the feared Dark Archer, an expert killer and radical follower of the League of Shadows. He is known for never failing in his duty, and eliminating targets with extreme prejudiced.

Count Werder Vertigo - The puppet master behind Star City's collapse and the grisly demise of all his political rivals aboard the Queen family's yacht nearly a decade ago. Now the Count lives in the shadows of Star City, gathering his strength and wealth for his triumphant return to Vlatava, his home country.

Malcolm Merlyn - Owner and CEO of Queen Industries, he is the only large scale businessman who actually thrives in Star City's current political environment, through suspected illicit means. He gained the top spot at Queen Industries after the tragic demise of his brother, and his brother's business partner, former owner Robert Queen. Through some uncertain means he stepped up, and was put into position by the board of directors and has been running Queen Industries ever since.

Danial Brickworth - A mutant mobster, "Danny" is a giant of a man covered in red-hinted, hardened growths making him immune to most projectiles and blunt force weaponry. He is immensely powerful possessing low level super strength, and worst of all a brilliant mind for villainy and crime. He's a hands on, do it your selfer who isn't afraid to get a little blood on his hands. On top of being an extremely dangerous mobster, he is the undisputed supreme ruler of the Star City underworld.

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For Were Sir Guy and Sir Robin to Meet Again Blood Shall Surely Follow

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Guessing at Adrian Guberschans rise to power in the outer Vannels Area would have been a feat of impressive divination. Nobody would have looked at the skinny thirteen year old boy he’d once been, sporting a bloody nose and mismatched socks, and still somehow determined he would turn into the proud and ruthless mob boss that ran everything from Third to the Forty-fifth with an iron fist and a glob of tobacco spit. All for his superiors in Brioni leather blacks back up in city hall. He was the middleman, the collector, the go getter, and ever since the police department had been told to turn a blind eye to his exploits, he’d been the terror of Vannel and the wider industrial zone. And as it happened a prime target for the masked and hooded vigilante concealed amongst the deepest shadows.

It was well known that Adrian had it good with some serious higher ups, a direct line and the personal number to the next league of mob bosses in Star City which made him dangerous to mess with, besides the practical heat packing goons he surrounded himself with. Oliver could count four men not including Adrian, the obvious bulges in their basketball shorts denoting concealed firearms as they lugged the last of their nightly ill-gotten earnings into the back of a blacked-out SUV. Wood and leather hissed as Oliver lade shaft to string, adjusting his stance under the cover of a frigid midnight breeze.

Invisible.

Silent.

Deadly.

“You are not where you’re supposed to be.”

Oliver Queen’s arrow flew true, thudding deep into the wrist of the nearest thug, forcing the man to his knees, a gut-wrenching cry escaping his lips. Shouts rang out, men drew steel, loading lead and powder as they searched for the unseen archer. Oliver ignored them. Spinning about he readied a second projectile a mere heartbeat after the voice sounded behind him, drawing to his ear as he prepared to fight for his very life. A man capable of sneaking up on him would prove a dangerous foe, one worthy of his fullest attention. A twitch in the shadows was all he needed to sight in and let fly. The arrow buzzed its deathtune but just before it stuck a hand moved to intercept knocking the shaft away. Before Oliver could dispatch another attempt the man slid into the thin moonlight, drawing back his hood to reveal a weatherworn face, shrouded in an assassin’s black. Oliver stayed his hand, an easy smile emerging from beneath his green hood. The face was concealed, but for Oliver there was no denying who breathed beneath the mask.

“Tommy Merlyn? Hell’s teeth you near scared me half to death. I could have killed you.” Oliver’s infectious smile did not sway the dark garbed marksman however, and he repeated his accusation in no uncertain terms.

“You are not where you are meant to be Oliver Queen.”

Oliver’s grin faded, and he lowered his bow, releasing a frustrated sigh. Of all the people they could have sent after him… The League knew him too well, and they deemed it necessary to make things difficult for their wayward assassin. They could not understand his needs, and where flat refusal might work on any other agent, Tommy was nearly as stubborn as himself, and more devoted to the cult than life itself. Nevertheless, Oliver squared his shoulders, he was resolute, his mind was made up, and he would not go back come hell or high water. They would never understand his reasons, but Tommy, Tommy might. “Help me finish here Tommy.” He pleaded, giving his old friend a full blast of his natural charm. “For old time sakes, and then I’d like to show you something, really important to me. Then we’ll talk, alright?”

At first Oliver worried Tommy would refuse and force to point then and there on that dark roof, but he wavered and broke at last, shaking his head with an irritated snort. “Fine but make it quick. What is this about anyway?”

“Tax collection.” Oliver replied cheerily as he returned his attention to Adrian and his three remaining functional goons, and the fourth who’d passed out from the pain. They’d attempted making a break for the hills in the half-loaded SUV, but four previously thrown darts had already completed their work in transforming the sleek vehicle into a particularly heavy street ornament. “Fighting a one-man war isn’t cheap you know, and if anyone should use that funding they so boldly collected from the local drug and prostitution rings I’d rather it was me than some pinstriped count.”

“They got all that from drugs and prostitution?” Merlyn inquired, his voice once again accusatory as he knelt beside Oliver on the snow blanketed eaves, his bow in hand and an arrow on the string.

Oliver flinched, he shouldn’t try to lie to Tommy, even in a casual way, the man was far too sharp for that. “Well, no. They gather protection money from local businesses too.” He shook his finger under Tommy’s nose disturbing the black shroud. “How about we ask them how much they took from the locals to return it to them; would that make you feel better?”

Tommy’s frown deepened. “This is not what you should be justifying to me Ollie.”

“Right,” Oliver coughed, shifting uncomfortable under Tommy’s resolute glare. “Well then let’s disarm them, try not to miss and make them bleed though. I’ve been studying them for a while now, and I only incapacitated that first one because he was the most dangerous. Competent with a pistol, or at least he knew how to hold it properly. The others... Not so much, besides I require them for manual labor.”

“You know I don’t miss.” Tommy growled, and sure enough in the space of a heartbeat four arrows flew from two bows disarming the remaining gangsters, leaving them rubbing their stinging fingers and howling for all they were worth. The citizens of the Vannels knew better than to concern themselves with the near constant gang warfare that went on in the rundown suburbs, they merely turned up the music or white noise and pretended the cries of pain did not exist.

Oliver dropped from his post upon the roof like a green wraith, his shadow following close behind as they approached the shocked Adrian. He was a large man, having lost his skinny look fifteen years prior, he possessed an array of impressive muscles and stood almost a full head taller than Oliver. Seeing the olive clad archer approach Adrian snorted derisively, thinking he might demonstrate what a few rounds of steroids were capable of and down the lithe hooded man and end this outrage once and for all. He did not account for the speed and skill of the man who now faced him, and for his valiant efforts Adrian received nothing more than a bloody nose and a world that seemed to spin as he dropped to his knees, groaning in pain.

“Oh, shush now you’ll be alright, you just shouldn’t have tried a left hook, I’m particularly good at parrying those. Isn’t that right Dark?”

If Tommy was displeased at the use of his operational code name, he did not show it, merely inclining his head ever so slightly in acknowledgement of Oliver’s claim. Oliver shrugged giving the gang leader a friendly pat on his back. “He doesn’t talk much on missions, so don’t mind him. Say, you look mighty clever, maybe you could help me out. You see, I seem to have misplaced my pocket change, have you by any chance seen a few thousand dollars lying around?”

Adrian blanched, dabbing pitifully at his bleeding nose. “W-w-what? Who are you, you bastard?”

“Oh, you know, Arrow, Green, The. Whatever order you’d prefer really old chum. I don’t mind. Anyway, have you seen that cash? I’d appreciate your help.”

“No,” Adrian was nearly crying at this point and he looked to his remaining men who had wised up after seeing their leader so efficiently defeated and were not moving a muscle under the watchful gaze of the Dark Archer. “I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about you maniac!”

“Hm, that’s too bad. Hey, wait, look at that.” Oliver stood up and walked over to the SUV, throwing wide the rear doors with a triumphant grin. “You did find it, thank you Adrian! I knew I could count on you, you’re the best. You know what, since you’re being such a good friend would you mind loading it up in my car for me.” Oliver flicked his wrist and a short double beep sounded and the lights to an expensive green sports car flashed on, revealing itself where once it was concealed in shadow. Oliver nearly collapsed laughing as Adrian’s face paled, first in shock then outrage as he recognized the Michigan plates.

“Hey, that’s my new car!”

“Load her up boys,” Oliver laughed, and then his joviality vanished, his final word freezing the blood in Adrian and his men’s veins as he stepped upon the ruined wrist of the unconscious man, ripping the arrow out in one vicious twist and laying the gory shaft upon his bowstring with a sinister sneer. “Please.”

The next half hour saw Oliver and Tommy speeding away in the commandeered sports car, leaving the four men zip-tied hand and foot to a broken streetlamp for the proper authorities to handle. More than likely they would be released under the corrupted police force, or merely freed by a fellow gang member who stumbled upon them. Either way the message was sent, and it would be heard by every upper white-collar criminal and mob boss Adrian could contact once he found a phone. The Green Arrow would be a known entity before morning, but an underestimated one, Adrian’s pride would ensure that.

The two friends were silent as Oliver guided the car out of the City leaving the run-down buildings and near third world hovels its remaining citizens survived in behind. Star City, Oliver remembered it being the pinnacle of American industrial and economic might, now reduced to a pathetic shadow of its former self after years of corruption and vitriolic politics. Oliver’s fingers tightened on the steering wheel merely thinking about it. His city he would claim, and yet he’d spent almost half life away from it, abandoning his home to its undeserved fate. Never again.

At long last the winding highway shifted into a gravel driveway and Oliver pulled to a stop outside an abandoned mansion. For a place that had been empty for nearly a decade it was in surprisingly decent condition. The paint was peeling, the lawn was well overgrown, and a few windows were shattered, but otherwise it proudly stood as it always had, a vain monument to the Queen family’s vast wealth and power.

“Welcome to my home.” Oliver said, a tad bitterly. “Actually, I’m technically a squatter as my father’s will was no doubt lost after the apparent death of the entire Queen family, its probably owned by some bankrupt real estate firm or something now. Either way its supposed to be mine so I’ve claimed it. Might as well, there was only rats living here since.”

“We gave up the personal and forsook our inheritance!” Tommy’s vitriolic response caused Oliver to cringe, despite having known the argument was imminent. “Your home is the League, your family is the League, you are the League’s! Ollie what have you done?”

“I gave it up.” Oliver kept his voice level, but his hand shook as he stood his ground, defending his decision to abandon the only family he’d known since the age of eleven. “Don’t you see what they’ve done to us Tommy? We were too young to realize it then, but they killed our family, our real family. Because of the League I don’t even remember what my mother looks like, and yet they expect us to serve them blindly? I won’t do it anymore Tommy, I won’t kill anymore, I want nothing to do with the Demon’s Head or any of it ever again. I know its unprecedented, I know its never been done before, but I quit the League of Shadows, and I’m never going back. This is my home, and the man who hired the League is still here dancing amongst the ashes of Star, reveling in his victory over my father. But I’m not my father, and I play by a different set of rules.”

“…You can’t quit the League of Shadows Ollie.”

“I can, and I did.”

A silent battle of wills took place on that dark driveway, the two stubborn friends held each other’s gazes, refusing to look away. For how long they remained that way, locked in silent mental warfare Oliver could not say. At last Tommy conceded defeat, looking away with a frustrated grunt. Oliver had won this battle, an important one but would it be the last?

“I’ll have to tell the Demon’s Head, everything.”

“I know, I’m sorry it came to this, but I've made my decision. Call it revenge, call it justice, call it whatever you like, this city is my responsibility now. I can’t leave again, if I don’t fight, I don’t think anyone else will.” Oliver’s heart went out to his childhood friend. They’d been together through thick and thin, since that first terrible day, through the years of brain washing and grueling training, past their first kills and to this very night that they would have to part ways, ideological opposites. He was putting Tommy in a difficult spot, and Tommy by taking the time to personally report to the Demon’s Head was giving him a chance to prepare.

“I only hope, for both our sakes.” Tommy said at last, stepping out of the car, clearly preparing for the long walk back into the city. “That we never meet again. Farewell Oliver Queen. And good luck.”

“Goodbye Tommy.” Oliver choked out as his lifelong friend vanished into that cold winter night.

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@Dusty

Yes. Fuck. Yes.

[Retired]

Batman-lite Arrow, let's go.

Also, I've had my first post completed for a while, but I've been away from my laptop - where it is saved - the past couple days. But I'm aiming to gain access to it sometime tomorrow evening to post it then. I hadn't expected the IC to open immediately, so I hadn't prepared by copying the post somewhere externally before I went away.

[HenryJonesJr]

Mantra, Blue Beetle, and Fantastic Four are approved!

[HenryJonesJr]

With Bounce's change in CS, both he and Maxx are approved for their respective characters

[Rabidporcupine]

Ok, I was hoping to ask about what I'm thinking on the discord so all the other people waiting on me to post wouldn't be able to see that I'm trying to join another rp like an idiot, but either it's not working or I'm stuck in the vetting process, so I'll just take the leap.

Anyway, I've got two ideas maybe. First idea, a younger Eddie Brock, who's still relatively stable because he left home to get away from his abusive dad after the whole 'accidentally ran over his neighbours kid but padre forced me to plead innocent when I wanted to plead guilty' thing. Then he has Venom, who's also stable-ish, but gets a little crazy the more control Eddie lets him have, to the point where going full Venom is violent, bloodthirsty and very much a last resort. Because of this, he tries to only partially manifest him, like only covering parts of his limbs or using his tendrils. I did see that the spiderman here is in his black suit though, so I'm wondering if it'd actually fit with what's going on now.

My backup plan, which might also be my first plan, depends on how I feel and if it's actually allowed, is All Might. It'd be young All Might though, after Gran Torino sends him to America to get more experience and keep out of All For One's notice for a bit. He would be trying to keep his head low for a little while though, because he doesn't know if AFO might still be able to find him there if he makes too big of a scene, and also because, being younger than when this happened in canon, he still doesn't have full control of One For All yet. Of course, I don't know if you're willing to accept anime superheroes into this, or even superheroes outside of Marvel and DC, so let me know if that's also impossible.

[Sep]

lul

[Sep]

oops double post.

[mickilennial]

@Sep, you had my hopes up for a minute.

[Sep]

@Sep, you had my hopes up for a minute.

@Inkarnate

Part of me really wants too, but I heard other people were applying as Flash so I didn't wanna mess with them.

[mickilennial]

Part of me really wants too, but I heard other people were applying as Flash so I didn't wanna mess with them.

@Sep

I think the only one at this point you'd be contesting is Hillan.

[HenryJonesJr]

Sep is denied because he double posted