[OOC] Absolute Comics - Justice Rising

[Sep]

Sep is denied because he double posted

@HenryJonesJr

:'(

[Roman]

@Rabidporcupine I think with the starting position of Spider-Man in this game anything involving symbiotes is probably very much unviable as it stands, unless you negotiate or work out an alternative.

[Master Bruce]

Now, now, let's not make this yet another game where we dogpile on @Sep.

Let's save that for the mid-season.

[Retired]

As if Sep will still be around mid-season.

[webboysurf]

As if either of you will be around midseason.

[Retired]

As if either of you will be around midseason.

@webboysurf

Someone's gotta fix the reputation of Cap being a murderer.

[HenryJonesJr]

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Someone's gotta fix the reputation of Cap being a murderer.

@Retired

The perfect job for...Frank Castle?

[Sep]

As if Sep will still be around mid-season.

@Retired

Atleast I've made it a season before.

[mickilennial]

We really throwing bombs over here.

[Retired]

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The perfect job for...Frank Castle?

@HenryJonesJr

Well, yeah. If the new Cap kills 1000 guys then the old cap killing one won't seem as bad.

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Atleast I've made it a season before.

@Sep

At least I know "atleast" isn't a word.

[Hound55]

Sure it is.

When it comes to the aquatic based characters; Namor is the atmost, whilst Aquaman is the Atleast.

Or when discussing Greek lore...

My back really hurts, but Atleast it's only the whole world and not the entire universe.

[Sep]

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Well, yeah. If the new Cap kills 1000 guys then the old cap killing one won't seem as bad.

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At least I know "atleast" isn't a word.

@Retired

At the very least then.

Come at me when you complete a story arc.

[Byrd Man]

So I'm going to do something I haven't done in a very long time.

Second character(s)

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

THE NIGHT SHIFT

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^{_{Jim Corrigan♦ Lisa Drake ♦ Michael Tork♦ Sister Justine ♦ Dr. Lazlo Tarr}}

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

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<sup>"My troubles they are many, they're as deep as a well.
I can swear there ain't no heaven but I pray there ain't no hell"
-- Blood, Sweat & Tears

"There are things that go bump in the night, make no mistake about that. And we are the ones that bump back."
-- Guillermo del Toro.</sup>

Located in a condemned church, the GCPD's unofficial 13th precinct, is a section of the police force known only as the Detailed Case Task Force. An off-shoot of major crimes, their mandate is vague and their funding is immense. They have never made an official arrest, their work has never resulted in a legal conviction, and the few items of paperwork they submit are confusing. To the politicians they are a prime example of government waste.

But the truth is very simple:

Gotham City is cursed.
Poisoned by shadow.
It can't possibly survive...
without protection.

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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I want to tag up on a lot of the same themes and ideas I used during my last Constantine run a few games ago. The power of cities, the ghosts and memories that coexist together to give a place its sense of being. In addition to that, I just like the idea of supernatural cops and tackling the macabre history of cities.

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

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Characters:

Jim Corrigan -- GCPD Detective. Spirit of Vengeance.
Lisa Drake -- GCPD Detective. Psychic.
Sister Justine -- Nun. Exorcist.
Dr. Lazlo Tarr -- Doctor. Graverobber?
Lt. Haskins -- Supervisor. 459 days until retirement.
Sergeant Francis Tork -- New arrival. Skeptic.
Jim Craddock "The Gentleman Ghost" -- Spirit. Snitch.

S A M P L E P O S T:

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Park Row
Gotham City
1877

“I command any spirits here among us to make their presence known.”

Gerturde Dixon said the line like she had thousands of times before. The rest of the guests around her séance table kept their eyes tightly shut, but not Gertrude’s. Her eyes cut through the dim candlelight to look at the half-dozen people holding hands around her table. They were the usual sort that always came to her parties: the idle rich who had more money than sense. The were bored with what the physical world had to offer, so they sought out answers in the mystical realm. And because they could afford her prices, they always came to the First Lady of American Spiritualism herself.

“Can you feel it?” she asked the gathering. “Something in the air…a scent.”

Gertrude pressed a small pedal underneath the table. The pedal and the pneumatic hose attached to it ran under the floorboards and behind the walls of her parlor. Hidden nozzles throughout the room sprayed perfume into the air.

“Lilacs,” one of the women in the group said. A tear started to run down her cheek as she began to open her eyes. “My mother’s--”

“Keep your eyes shut,” Gertrude snapped. “I implore you, keep your eyes shut and focus your mental energy on the task at hand!”

She pressed another pedal. A metal rod slowly pushed out of a floorboard compartment and stopped just short of striking underneath the table.

“If there are spirits here, I command you to give us a sign.”

Gerturde tapped the pedal again. The metal bar thumped hard against the table and made it rattle. Her guests all opened their eyes, taken aback at the sight.

“Keep your eyes shut!”

Before Getrude could continue, the séance table shook again. Her next line died in her mouth as the table continued to shake and rattle. She wasn’t doing this. The guests all recoiled back when the table started to levitate. Gertude herself fought the urge to scream in shock.

For almost forty years she’d been pulling the spiritual medium grift on rubes like the ones before her. It was the only way to get out of the hoochie coochie show at the carnival she grew up in. If she could make a buck and not have to show her tits or touch any yokel’s prick then she was all for it. But in all that time, she had never seen anything like this. Stunned, Gertude tried to speak. Instead of her own voice, however, something harsh and sounding like breaking glass came from her throat.

“Gotham City is cursed,” the strange rasped to the guests. “Poisoned by shadow. It can't possibly survive…”

Gertrude reached for her throat. Her weathered hands gripped it, but she realized that she had no control over what they were doing. She gasped for breath and collapsed from the chair as her own hands strangled her to death.

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Arclight Theatre
Gotham City
1932

"Ladies and gentlemen, prepare to witness the Great Gigante's most fantastic escape yet!"

The MC stood at the edge of the stage and beamed at the audience. Behind him, a curtain had been drawn in front of the Great Gigante. The master escape artist had been secured in a straitjacket before being dangled over a vat of starving piranhas. If he didn't free himself within thirty seconds, the chain holding him above the water would detach and drop him into the vat.

After thirty seconds, the chain detached with a loud crash. The crowd gasped n shock, but the MC was confident. Gigante had done this trick so many times he could do it in his sleep. The MC had seen it with his own eyes earlier today. Gigante kept a bobby-pin embedded in his cheek. When the curtain came down, he'd use it to unlock the first series of locks that kept his hands in place. With his hands, it would be child's play for Gigante to dismantle the other locks and swing free before the chain dropped.

"Behold!" the MC announced as the curtain dropped.

The gasps turned to screams. The vat of water was now filled with cloudy red water. Clamped tightly to the edge of the vat was Gigante's severed hands. Written on the tank, in the dead escapeologist's own blood, were the words:

GOTHAM CITY IS CURSED
POISONED BY SHADOW
IT CAN'T POSSIBLY SURVIVE

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The Bowery
Gotham City
2019

"TORK!"

Drake shouted at the top of her lungs as she grabbed Tork by the sleeve. He tried to speak, but his tongue was stuck to the roof of his mouth. His legs wouldn't work, even though he was screaming in his mind for them to start fucking moving. Standing less than ten feet in front of him... was an honest to god werewolf. It was over seven feet tall on its hind legs with razor sharp claws and teeth that looked like they could punch a hole in the side of an armored car.

The werewolf tilted its head to the sky and howled across the night. That snapped Tork's mind into action.

"RUN!" He shouted.

He and Drake booked it through the alley. The werewolf howled again and started to give chase. Tork knew they couldn't out run this monster. Even now he could hear the scrape of its claws on the asphalt and hear the rasps of its breath as it beared down upon them.

"Duck!" a voice shouted at the mouth of the alley.

There was Sister Justine standing at the entrance of the alley. Clamped in her withered hands was a shotgun. Even though Tork was running for his life, he couldn't help but notice the ornate designs on the gun barrel. Carvings of roses and words in Latin. Tork and Drake fell to the ground as Justine fired. The werewolf howled in pain as the blast caught him flush in the chest and face. It crumpled to the ground whining. Tork got to his feet, his legs shaking.

"Jesus fucking Christ," Tork yelled. He pointed a finger back at the monster "What the hell is that?"

"The Park Row Slasher," said Sister Justine. "And watch your blaspheming, Francis."

"Did you not hear us mention several times we were dealing with a werewolf?" Drake asked. She leveled her pistol at the wounded wolf was she spoke.

"I thought you were taking poetic license! I didn't know you meant a literal fucking werewolf!"

"This is what we do, sergeant," said Drake. "We fight werewolves, witches, and the occult. If it's spooky and bad, we're against it."

"Gotham City is cursed," said Sister Justine. "Poisoned by shadow. It can't possibly survive--"

They all turned as they heard the werewolf stir and growl. Sister Justine stepped forward and racked another round into the shotgun chamber.

"It can't possibly survive... without protection."

[mickilennial]

That's certainly something.

[Hillan]

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The perfect job for...Frank Castle?

@HenryJonesJr

We sure someone hasn't fucked with the timeline?

Because I think someone might have.

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

F L A S H

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^{_{Eobard "Eddie" Thawne ♦ Time Traveler ♦ Central City}}

C O N T I N U I N G C O N C E P T:

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^{"A man often meets his destiny on the very road he takes to avoid it."}

Eobard's a man who has all the answers. The personification of "I've seen this movie before." He's the oldest iteration the character's ever been through, he's the amalgamation of every version of himself, the CW, the comics and the cartoons and animated movies. He's lived it all, in one shape or form. A man who had nothing new left to experience in life.

He's a predator who caught it's prized prey, finally. And with it, he lost his purpose. Now, he's motivated by survival and his own ego. Competing against the ghost of the Fastest Man Alive. And in this most human of motivations, maybe he'll find a new purpose.

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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I'm looking to explore him blurring the line between the pretender and the hero. An Eobard who starts to believe that he's the good guy- not just wearing the red tights for his own survival. How the most murderous man in history tricks himself into thinking he's absolved of his sins and then eventually having to face the fact that redoing Barry's steps doesn't give him redemption. His past mistakes coming back, and him being absolutely certain that he's able to outsmart and outrun them.

This is Professor Flash.

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

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Notable Characters:

GIDEON - The greatest A.I Companion a time-traveling sociopath could ever need.
Richard Swift - The Shade
Leonard Snart - Captain Cold
Owen Mercer-Thawne - Captain Boomerang II
Wallace West - Flash's greatest fan.
Cisco Ramon - S.T.A.R lab's finest.
Harrison Wells - Suspect of Thawne-double.
Hunter Solomon - Bad-Guy in the making.
Max Mercury - The only man who possibly knows more about the Speed Force than Eobard.
Bart Allen - Future Flash and very, very angry about it.

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

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Thawne won.

He won.

And the universe would feel his wrath, now that nobody could stop him. He had so many plans. But then, like a spotlight hooked up to a failing generator, he ran out of power. He stole Barry's lightning, following the murder of Barry's future self. In doing so, he undid the Flash who could stop him, and made sure Barry would never become his nemesis.

Things were going his way, until they didn't. The timeline was eating itself up, the paradox was created and the Speedforce was falling in on itself. The negative speed force had collapsed, and there was nowhere left for Thawne to run. He was forced to put on the mask of the man he hated most, and carry his legacy.

Eobard had to become The Flash

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

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_{S E A S O N O N E:}

ISSUE:
1.01 Victory
1.02 Eddie Thawne
1.03 Guiding S.T.A.R
1.04 Blur
1.05 Nyctophobia
1.06 Exit Light
1.07 One Step Ahead
1.08 Smoke and Mirrors
1.09 Nora
1.10 Born To Run
1.11 Nothing Good
1.12 Infection

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[HenryJonesJr]

Question and Green Arrow are approved.

[Sep]

So my Thor CS appears to have disappeared. So I guess I'll just leave this here.

Fastest there is.

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 F L A S H

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^{_{I R I S W E S T ♦ R E P O R T E R ♦ C E N T R A L C I T Y ♦ C E N T R A L C I T Y N E W S}}

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

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^{"I’m not one of the fastest, I’m the fastest."}

There is one important difference I need to point out, just in case you haven’t noticed it yet. Iris West was the one hit by lightning, not Barry Allen. On that fateful night where Barry Allen was meant to get struck by lightning he wasn’t present, instead Iris West was in his lab that night, aiming to surprise him with what would have been their first date. The lightning struck as intended, the chemicals spilled forth on the occupant of the lab turning them into the avatar of the Speed Force.

History Changed, the future changed. There would be a new speedster. Iris hasn’t been the Flash for long, in fact it has been so-not-long that she doesn’t even have a widely acknowledged Superhero alias. This is largely in part due to her not sticking around, one minute someone is standing staring down the barrel of the gun and the next thing the mugger is in the back of a police cruiser. Barry, as her resident science man who made her suit, built her earpieces and practically did everything to make her a hero has taken to calling her the Flash after the fabled propaganda piece hero from the Second World War.

Meanwhile, she tries to keep this life secret from her father who wouldn’t even allow her to join the CCPD fearing that it was too dangerous. Juggling a double life is hard, and with news of the criminal element off Central City changing with the times. Will she be ready for the test?

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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Iris Flash is honestly one of the favourite characters I ever had the pleasure of writing. Her entire creation was because I was making a character for UoU, wanted to make the Flash and @Lord Wraith made a joke about making the Flash female. Iris is quite different from Barry. She doesn’t have the death of a loved one motivating her, unlike Barry, nor the loom over her head that she remembers a flash of lightning killing her mother, unlike Barry. While she now believes Barrys story it motivates her in a different way, Barry pushes her to be faster, stronger, in the hope that she will help find out what happened to his mother the night she was killed.

My goal for Iris is to re-write the Reverse Flash storyline, which was her opening season in UoU as in parts I feel like it was rushed and there was a lot of stuff I would do a lot better. She’ll grow as a hero, and as a person as she comes into her own as a hero to finally realise who she is.

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

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NPCs

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

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

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

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

Rogues so far:

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

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

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

S A M P L E P O S T:

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Iris stood at the edge of the building in her suit. She felt silly, to put it simply. Her hood was currently down, the red and yellow a stark contrast to the rest of the city. If anyone had seen her they probably would have thought she was some form of Iron Man fangirl with a lightning fetish. She turned to face Barry who stood with a tablet in his hand, he was going over all kinds of data that her suit was giving him. Behind him loomed the elusive Harrison Wells, the scientist from Star Labs that had saved her when she had been hit by lightning. ”So, is it ready yet?”

Barry went to speak but Harrison cut him off. ”Not quite yet. You realise this is a brand new suit? It will take time to get it right, there’s a lot of sensors and stuff built in so we can keep an eye on you while you’re running.”

”It’ll just be a second Iris.” Iris flashed a smile at her friend, was he blushing? She shook her head as she looked out at the city. Sirens sounded in the distance, the wind pushed her gently as the sound of the city echoed below her. Suddenly there was an explosion in the distance, she turned back to Barry and Harrison who just looked at each other. ”Go.”

Without so much of a second thought she pulled her cowl up over her head, the visor covering her eyes, the material distorting her eyes so that it would make it hard to recognise her from her eyes and nose. She ran towards the edge of the building, her heart lurching as she started to run down the building. Each footfall barely lasted milliseconds before it lifted again. Reaching the bottom of the building she jumped and carried her momentum as she ran down the road. Between cars she dodged and she weaved, wind pounding against her skin and yet she barely felt it. She powered down the street, pushing on as she heard Barry speak through her headset. Cursing herself for losing focus again she focused on the voice, centring herself. Slowing herself down, she tapped the earpiece.

”Sorry, what was that?”

”I said. You went straight past it, go back two blocks and take a left.” Iris silently cursed at herself, sometimes the speed was too much, she just lost herself into it. It was hard to have her mind focused on the perceptions of how fast she was moving, but also try to listen to someone that was speaking painfully slow, at least from her perspective. Turning around just as people started to try and take photos of her she was gone in a flash as she headed off in the right direction. Turning down the correct street, as fire engulfed a significant portion of the street, and in the middle of the street stood a man in a white suit. Large backpack and a flamethrower in his hands.

As soon as he saw her he pointed the weapon in her direction and let loose a blast of flame, before she had so much as a second to try and quip. Turning her body to the left the flame went past her harmlessly, though she could feel the heat. ”I thought you were in prison.”

The man laughed as he pulled something from his belt with his left hand, clicking it. ”Ain’t no prison that can hold HEATWAVE!” He tossed the device towards a crowd of people, and time slowed down.

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

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A list linking to your IC posts as they're created. This can be used for a reference guide to your character or to summarize completed arcs and stories.

[Mao Mao]

So, I came back for the dead to leave this oldie here.

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man, why can't i decide on ONE character? WHY?!

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[Sep]

So, I came back for the dead to leave this oldie here.

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man, why can't i decide on ONE character? WHY?!

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@Mao Mao

What Oldie? This one?

[Mao Mao]

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What Oldie? This one?

@Sep

I-I don't know what this proves. I have no clue what you are-