[OOC] One Universe: Unlimited - A Marvel/DC Comics Roleplay

[Master Bruce]

"If we cannot end now our differences, at least we can help make the world safe for diversity. For, in the final analysis, our most basic common link is that we all inhabit this small planet." - John F. Kennedy ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ A MARVEL AND DC COMICS ROLEPLAY ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦

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^{◼ G M (s): Master Bruce ♦ Lord Wraith ♦ ◼ G E N R E S: Superhero, Fandom ◼ T Y P E: Sandbox with linear and collaborative Arcs}

T H E S T O R Y S O F A R:

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As with most things, it all began with an attempt to grab untold power. In the case of World War II, while most believe that the largest conflict was driven by the maniacal desires of Adolf Hitler and his Nazi regime, the truth was carefully hidden by the world's governments in an attempt to control the outcome of the war. It was Johann Schmidt, better known as The Red Skull, that sought to control the fates of entire galaxies for himself, unwilling to remain limited to the confines of his own time. And with the once mythical Spear Of Destiny just a breath away from his grasp, thanks to the machinations of time-traveler and HYDRA loyalist Per Degaton, Schmidt almost succeeded in bending the universe to his will for all time. But there came a force unlike any before it, united in their combined will to see freedom prevail over the Skull's threat of enacting an eternal cruelty. Led by Captain America, who was once the feeble patriot Steve Rogers, a group of costumed adventurers - with a roster bolstering such heroes as The Flash, The Sub-Mariner, Hourman, Black Marvel, Green Lantern and The Human Torch, among others - eventually defeated the fearsome might of HYDRA and sent The Red Skull fleeing across Europe. While a climactic battle between Rogers and Schmidt would see both men seemingly lose their lives over the arctic, the champions of virtue that Rogers had inspired eventually returned to the United States and formally began The Justice Society Of America. But the US government had other plans for these supposed "super-humans". Under orders from President Roosevelt, the Strategic Science Reserve - later becoming the espionage organization S.H.I.E.L.D - would begin a series of lengthy and highly classified investigations into the members of the JSA. Discovering that some of their amazing powers were infact real, with a number of them being acquired in either freak accidents or happenstance, then-incumbent President Truman ordered that these self-styled vigilantes be brought in for questioning and otherwise contained. Rather than face public scrutiny, as was threatened with a potential inquiry into their abilities and personal identities if they refused to comply, the Justice Society disbanded and their members forcibly retired. For over seventy years afterward, the idea of individuals with superhuman abilities and powers were turned from a prospective source of hope into a horrifyingly effective fear-mongering campaign against the already disenfranchised. Thanks to the efforts of men like Senator Robert Kelly, the evangelical military general William Stryker, and the superhuman hunting organization A.R.G.U.S., paranoia against those with metahuman powers was specifically targeted towards mutants, a sub-set of genetically gifted youths that began to appear as part of a natural state of evolution in those born with the X gene. A few outwardly spoke on behalf of mutant rights, such as Professor Charles Xavier, but their efforts were ignored. And when the mutant terrorist group known as The Brotherhood began to attack humans as a result of worldwide bigotry towards their kind, the argument in favor of their existence was seen as being made irrelevant. In modern times, mutants were relegated to either being hidden within highly secretive families, smuggled into the night by shadowy forces working in coercion with the world's governments, or given asylum on the isolated and hidden island of Genosha. Though conspiracy theorists allege that mutantkind will eventually rise up to try and usurp humans as the primary species, these claims were largely mocked by the media and outright forgotten by the time of another bombshell in the year 2017: the discovery that we are not alone in the universe, as revealed by the arrival of a particular individual in Metropolis. But while vigilantes that would later become known as Superman, The Batman, Wonder Woman, Aquaman, and others began to operate in a similar fashion to the JSA before them, even banding together as a group called The Justice League, S.H.I.E.L.D. began to move pawns across their own chessboard within the world of anonymous metahuman heroics. Putting together a strike team under the codename of The Avengers Initiative, Colonel Nick Fury brought together the talents of genius billionaire philanthropist Tony Stark, the supremely powerful Thor Odinson, the highly unstable Bruce Banner, and the scientifically gifted husband and wife team of Hank Pym and Janet Van Dyne to fight the battles that "we never could". And with the discovery of the miraculously preserved Steve Rogers in the arctic, Fury would ensure that Captain America would take up leadership of The Avengers in a bid to establish them as Earth's Mightiest Heroes. With superhumans becoming a permanent fixture in Earth's culture following The Man Of Steel's debut, the last five years have been quite transformative for society at large. While the efforts of these individuals have saved countless lives, many others have been inspired to fight against them as enemies. In the crosshairs of their escalating battles, humanity has begun to question whether superhumans have a right to operate with impunity - and who could possibly stop them if they should decide to turn against the rest of us.

I N T R O D U C T I O N:

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Welcome fans of Marvel, DC and all comics alike. One Universe: Unlimited is a sandbox-based RP that seeks to merge and mix the lore of your favorite characters into one living cohesive world. The idea behind this RP is not to embody our favorite heroes to simply retell iconic stories, but to take these characters and create a shared Earth where iconic superheroes and villains can now co-inhabit. Infact, the goal of the RP is for players to take their favorite characters and re-imagine their histories to tell their own stories. We only ask that the soul of the character remains the same. Players will take the roles of either a hero, villain, or a character that walks both lines and tell stories either alone or in collaboration with other players in order to develop and grow the world.

C O M M U N I C A T I O N:

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All official discussions and announcements will happen through the OOC.

R U L E S:

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• All players will be allotted two Character Concepts to be applied for at the player's discretion. This concept may be any character from a mainstream comic book. If applying as a 'Team Concept', a combination roster may be allowed at the scrutiny of the GM Team. Characters originally appearing in Manga or Anime are heavily discouraged because of their incompatibility with western superhero comics. We will judge all properties from outside of the main Marvel and DC Universes on a case-by-case basis provided they fit the themes and tones of the game, but the above limitations are definitive. No Image, Dark Horse, Dynamite or non-DC or Marvel related imprint characters are permitted. .
• Players can compete for characters if an application for your desired character is posted ahead of yours and has not yet been accepted. To compete for a character, you have a twenty-four-hour window to state your intent to compete. The GM Team will then judge the two competing applications. .
• In terms of character creation, you are free to overhaul and redesign any canon character from one of the aforementioned publishers. This means you can tell the story of the character how you believe it should be told. However, there is one major limitation, the heart and soul of the character must stay intact. The character should not be changed so much that they're unrecognizable. This means that Batman can't be a cold-blooded killer any more than Spider-Man can be a rich, well-off playboy. Every aspect of the character that isn't a key to their major identity is malleable, this can even include sex and abilities if so desired. .
• Once accepted, player characters are claimed on a first-come, first-serve basis. If the parent character (i.e. Batman to Robin) hasn’t been claimed, the legacy is just as available. If another player comes along and asks about playing the parent, it’s requested that both players be as accommodating as possible to allow the other to express their vision. It is understandable that sometimes two visions will not mesh, and in this case, we will give the player who came first precedence. If a GM needs to step in as a mediator or an arbiter, we can arrange this in a group PM. .
• The 'parent character' or 'acting parent characters' have a say in any further legacies being applied for. For instance, if you were playing Spider-Gwen, and another player applied as Ben Reilly, as the established 'parent' character, you are able to voice if the concept compliments your own, or if you would rather the character not be accepted. The GMs will take this into consideration before moving further ahead with any legacy application. .
• Absolutely no 'OOC' chatter in the In Character Thread. If you have a question or anything to explain there is an Out Of Character Thread provided. You have no excuse to make an 'OOC' comment in the IC and if done it will be heavily frowned upon. If you require a more immediate answer, don't hesitate to directly ask the GM Team or relevant player through PM's. .
• Writing expectations for this roleplay are at least two (2) well-developed paragraphs as a minimum per post. Three (3) to five (5) paragraph posts, however, would be awesome so long as you're not simply chewing the scenery. Proper spelling and grammar is also expected but small mistakes here and there are understandable. Blatant offenses will be called out. .
• You are required to post at least once per character within a fourteen (14) day period. There will be a post-check-in, once per week performed by the GMs in order to ensure the IC is moving consistently. Extensions will be given in extenuating circumstances. Please recognize your limitations before joining the RP; if you are unable to post once every ten days, then it's highly likely that you do not have enough time to keep up with the RP. In the event that you do miss the deadline, your character will be listed as 'inactive'. After a further week of inactivity, your character will be expelled, and dealt with as necessary in the IC, whether killed or used as needed and then discarded. This whole process is simply easier if you just let the GM know if you're unable to keep up or simply have lost interest in the RP. If you find yourself in a plot with another player and they disappear, do your best to move on without them and quickly finish the arc to the best of your ability, or ask for the help of a GM. .
• This is a Character-Driven RP, and as such you are encouraged and expected to take charge of your character's subplots and storylines. There will be a heavy emphasis on collaborative activities and team building as well. The GMs will be leading the RP in the traditional sense with a driving plot and will ensure the RP keeps moving; however, we do want to see you develop your characters and produce your own plots. What we don't want is to see you lock your character out of interaction and focus solely on your character and their 'world'. No one enjoys watching you play with yourself. It's always better to let someone else join in on the fun.

[Master Bruce]

To apply, please copy, paste, and fill out the Application below:

Application Code

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

A L I A S

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^{_{B I R T H N A M E ♦ O C C U P A T I O N ♦ L O C A T I O N ♦ A F F I L I A T I O N}}

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

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^{"Witty Quote"}

This is where you outline your vision for the character including any notable changes or differences from the regularly accepted canon. This should be a short summary that provides insight into where the character is in terms of their overall progress and development.

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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Why do you want to play this character, what is the driving motivation behind both this desire and the character themselves. What do you hope to accomplish and where do you want the character's story/stories to go?

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

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Any additional notes you want to put either for yourself, the GM's or other players to help clarify your vision or continuity.

S A M P L E P O S T:

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A sample post that can be used in the IC if you so desire upon acceptance. This post should provide an example of your vision for the desired character. This sample post should meet all standards outline in the rules and additionally include dialogue, mannerisms and other actions representative of your intended portrayal.

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.

Alternatively, you can copy/paste this raw version of the code, provided by @Lord Wraith:

Raw Application Code

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[Master Bruce]

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

S P I D E R - M A N

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^{_{Peter Parker ♦ Freelance Videographer ♦ New York City, NY ♦ The Daily Bugle}}

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

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^{"I'm glad you remembered the hyphen! Most people leave it out!"}

Alright, let's do this one last time... You all know the story. Fifteen-year-old Peter Parker was an ordinary teenager living out of Queens who, during a class field trip, was bitten by a genetically enhanced spider. The spider transferred its characteristics over to him, he tried to cash in on his newfound abilities, his arrogance allowed him to let a thief go unpunished, his Uncle Ben paid the ultimate price and Parker learned that with great power, there must also come great responsibility. Donning a red and blue onesie, fashioning a pair of wrist-mounted shooters, and taking to the skies above New York City, the boy grew to be a man. An Amazing, Spectacular Spider-Man.

Then five years passed. While the web-head has done his best to keep his head above water, juggling a tricky social and professional life with the burden of being an anonymous superhero, he's come out the other side of his High School education with very little to show for it. For every superpowered enemy that Spider-Man's helped to bring to justice, such as Doctor Octopus, The Vulture, and The Rhino, Peter has also failed to protect some of the people he loves most. He wasn't able to save the love of his life's father, George Stacy, from being killed in an altercation between him and Octavious - putting Gwen at odds with Peter's chosen line of profession as the videographer of a man that she believes responsible. His best friend Harry Osborn has been losing a quiet battle with substance abuse, made all the worse by Peter's inability to keep a closer eye on his roommate's habits. And after a series of health scares and general close calls, his beloved Aunt May finally succumbed to her frail state and passed away.

With funeral costs mounting and his job at The Daily Bugle not paying the bills anymore, Peter has been forced to start looking for a more stable position elsewhere. And while being scientifically gifted has brought him great fortune as a crimefighter, having graduated with barely a passing grade due to spotty attendance hasn't exactly given him the best opportunities to show for it. So as Peter Parker languishes in debt, his sophomore year in college at Empire State University, and an inactive social calendar with even less time for a love life, it's all on his exploits as a Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man to keep him sane. Which is hard when, y'know, putting on that costume means that the likelihood of being shot at by lasers and rocket launchers jumps infinitely higher.

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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Like alot of people, I love Spider-Man. The problem is, most who write him tend to overly romanticize his time as a teenager. While I like that period aswell, the idea of exploring his theme of responsibility when he's at an age where he can actually control most aspects of his life makes more sense to me than seeing him be expected to do everything at fifteen. My hope with this version of the character is that I can take some familiar storylines and go in the opposite direction with them, committing not only to wildly different scenarios than the usual stuff like the Symbiote Saga and his marriage to Mary Jane Watson, neither of which I plan to do, but grow Peter into an entirely different person who's learned to take his life on with a sense of maturity and growth. You can only be struggling to pay your rent and trying to figure out how to stop Mysterio so many times before it becomes your own fault, you know?

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

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I'm not gonna go into any specifics, but I'll be approaching each of the classic rogue's gallery on a case-by-case basis regarding whether they have a prior history with Spidey or not. Some have fought him many times, others not at all. Some may even end up being allies rather than enemies, and some allies may end up becoming enemies instead. It's all up in the air and I want that to be what drives my version: the idea that you can't use your knowledge of his comic history to predict what happens.

S A M P L E P O S T:

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"Hell yeah!"

The perplexed security guards at the Roxxon Distribution Center in downtown Brooklyn were left only to watch as the mentally ill thief, dressed in a skintight flightsuit that stood out as a bright lime green with an ill-matching helmet and goggles, leaped ahead of them and bolted directly for the large windows overlooking a top floor office. Despite their frantic attempts to stop him from escaping - or at this point, honestly, to just try and keep him from hurting himself - all were horrified to see the thief dive across a large mahogany table and slide his way into a collision with the glass.

The thief merely cackled at the top of his lungs, pulling a cord connected to his torso as he entered freefall. And with that parting image, no doubt was left to indicate the man's level of general stability.

"Score! Wings of freedom, don't fail me now!"

As the team of security guards collectively approached the window with morbid hesitation, they were greeted by the most shocking sight. Not only had the idiot not immediately become a paste upon the pavement far below, but something sprang forth and expanded from out of the visible pack that was strapped to him:

A gigantic hang-glider.

In the immistakable shape of a kite.

"Yolo, bitches! You never had a chance of stopping The Kite Man!"

Giving the entirety of the Roxxon building an extended glimpse of his middle finger, Kite Man firmly grabbed the handlebar of his glider and thrusted himself downward into a steep glide. Picking up a strong wind current, the more-than-satisfied maniac grinned as the massive kite lifted him into the air in a gentle display of finesse and utter bewilderment. New Yorkers from far below began pointing, shouting, and filming him with their phones. For a split second, he considered waving.

Then he remembered that he was still in the midst of a pursuit, and should probably keep focused on getting away before the NYPD showed up to try and shoot him down.

"Damn. Gotta plan things better for your next outing, KM. The adoring public deserves your uninvited attention..."

As he glided through a gap between skyscrapers, Kite Man allowed himself to breathe a small sigh of relief. This job had come last minute, and rather than work with a crew - as he would usually - the self-described criminal performance artist allowed his eagerness to get the best of him.

But who could blame him for being excited? After spending years as the laughing stock of the criminal underworld in Gotham City, a relocation to the Big Apple had been just what Kite Man had needed to revitalize his career. And starting with the theft of a couple hundred terrabytes of sensitive corporate data for some interested buyers? That was gonna pay off the lease on his condo for the next few months.

At least. That was the plan. Because what Kite Man didn't truly account for was company during his grand escape. So when he heard a peculiar sound from above him and felt something immediately hit the pack, tugging just as soon as it'd latched on, the would-be saboteur could do nothing to hide the genuine shock on his face. Nor could he control his flight path any longer.

"Oh, man. Oh, man, oh man, oh man. This is... wow. Where do I even start?"

Too focused on trying to regain control over his flight-pack, Kite Man failed to notice the distinctive silhouette of a man in red and blue tights as it rapidly approached him from the side, swinging on what appeared to be a strand of glistening rope.

"I mean, do I go for the easy jokes? The high-brow stuff? Do I try and restrain myself by just pretending that I didn't stumble across the world's worst Kermit cosplayer? There are so many options!"

Kite Man shrieked in terror as he found his left hand immediately hit with a large glob of a sticky, translucent substance. His fingers were immobilized, and no matter how hard he pulled, he couldn't budge his wrist beyond half a centimeter away from the bar.

"This is really unfair of you, y'know? Usually when it comes to you true-blue nutcases, I gotta be honest, I get halfway tempted to phone it in. I mean, I've fought a guy whose entire thing was extra arms. And I know of at least three psychopaths living in the tri-state area who clung to vibration gloves as a gimmick. How does that even end up being a thought that multiple people have?!"

Just as Kite Man attempted to plea for mercy, immediately caving into the idea that he wasn't going to be able to make the situation better for himself without directly causing his own death from high above, his verbal tormentor came fully into view - and was heading straight for him at an alarming velocity.

"But you, my vertically economic friend, may be the laziest. No, the lamest. No! Actually, I take it all back! You're actually the most ludicrously inventive whacko that I've ever come across! There should be a lifetime achievement award for such hilariously awkward execution!"

As Kite Man braced himself for the coming impact, however, he swore he could almost hear a chuckle escape from behind his assailant's mask.

"Before that, though. Gotta accept the courtesy beatdown. Compliments of your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man!"

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.

[Hillan]

Up up and away.

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 DEATH OF...}

S U P E R M A N

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^{_{Clark Joseph Kent
Kal-El Of Krypton
Metropolis / North Pole}}

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

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^{"The only way to change the world is to quit thinking it’s a job for Superman. Real power lies in your own hands."}

Five years ago, crisis struck and a force of the earths' mightiest heroes came together, out of the shadows, the oceans and the sky to save humanity from cataclysm. That force was lead by a survivor of a dead race who grew up amongst the humans, Superman. Dubbed the greatest hero among them, Superman brought truth, peace and justice wherever his red cape touched. But tragedy struck, the kind even the greatest among us can't prevent.
Clark lost what mattered most to him. Crippled from the same battle, Clark had to face a world of grief in a way he had never done before. While the kryptonite was out of his body and his spine had healed, his spirit was still broken. He left the cape behind and retreated into solitude.
New dangers are on the horizon and the world will once more cry out for the last sovereign son of Krypton.

P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ):

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Ultimately, I love Superman and I've always wanted to put my own touch on him. I'm not aiming for a whacky reimagining of the character, but simply aiming to explore what the most overbearing human emotion - grief - would do to the strongest mortal in the universe. To not just loathe in self-pity, I want to explore how he, like all of us can overcome and thrive.

Superman may be dead, this is the story of how he regains hope and comes back to life.

S A M P L E P O S T:

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"Y'know, my dad always told me that I could achieve anything, as long as I put my heart into it and worked hard. The sky's the limit, he would say. I'm starting to think that maybe... He was wrong. I don't think the sky's where it stops. Not for any of us." The black haired man said, chewing lightly on a pencil, trying to think of a way to solve the riddle presented to him on the paper in his hand. He scratched the back of his head, pushing his glasses back up when he grabbed the pen from his mouth again.

"Crossword giving you problem, Smallville?" his brown-haired coworker mocked from the other side of the lunch room. Well, coworker, she was Lois Lane and she was technically his boss. Or at least higher up in the food chain than him. The way she had explained it to him on his first day here, two weeks ago was Lois was a dolphin, Perry White was a great blue whale, and Clark... Well, Clark was a guppy.

"Yeah, it's a real tough one today." Clark murmured, having just filled in 'Sky'.

"Try 'Ahab' That usually does it." Lois added, grabbing her lunch from the fridge, the salad box that said 'Olsen' on it. Clark shook his head. "I don't think Ahab was the 22nd President of the United States". Lois raised her eyebrow. "It's Grover, man."
"Cleaveland. Like the state. C-L-E-A-V-E-L-A-N-D" Lois spelled it for him and he couldn't help but to snicker a little about it. "That's not how you spe-" He was interrupted by Lois walking past him, back to her desk to eat her lunch. She was always working after all. "Good talk, miss Lane." Clark concluded, returning to his crossword.

A few minutes later, Jimmy Olsen, the up and coming hotshoot photographer for the paper walked into the room, looking for his lunch. It was gone. He let out a loud groan. Clark picked up sirens thanks to his extraordinary hearing, and if there was one thing to know about Mr.Kent, was that he tried to be where the sirens were.

He put down the crossword and turned to Jimmy. "Hey, Jimmy! I'm just about to do a coffee run for Mr.White, I'll grab you a sandwich from McLarens while I'm out. Meatball sub, right?" Jimmy nodded. "Yeah, extra marinara, thanks Clark!" Clark smiled, walking towards the exit, taking the stairs in favor of the elevator, the sirens moving past him now. Once he knew nobody could see him in the staircase, he ran towards the roof, instead of towards the lobby. Once he emerged onto the roof he took off his glasses and dress shirt revealing the world famous red S underneath.

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

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[Lord Wraith]

[Sep]

I'll get to work on a sample tomorrow.

[Supermaxx]

super duper boy

[Roman]

The Batman Application

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 B A T M A N

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^{_{B R U C E W A Y N E ♦ V I G I L A N T E ♦ G O T H A M C I T Y ♦ T H E J U S T I C E L E A G U E}}

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

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^{“Criminals are a cowardly and superstitious lot.”}

The Batman has been operating in Gotham for five years, and while it feels like many battles have been won, the war itself is slowly being lost.

Working covertly with the GCPD through Lieutenant James Gordon, the city has struck a mighty blow against the organised crime families that once plagued it; but while men like Maroni and Falcone have been removed from their seats of power and their empires disassembled, friends were lost in the process, and replacements are eagerly stepping in - and while Gordon is a trusted ally, the GCPD at large remains sceptical of the vigilante's presence at the behest of their corrupt commissioner.

Worse than a mafia resurgence however is the looming storm of a new kind of threat to Gotham's citizens - the so-called 'super-criminal', an apparent response to Batman's existence in the ever-escalating arms race between those who wish to protect the city's innocents, and those who wish to ruin them. While Batman has dealt with a few of these individuals already in his half-decade career, more and more emerge every day, and all seek to test themselves against the Bat.

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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With an established Batman, I'm not looking to do anything revelatory with Bruce himself, running a fairly standard adaptation of the character with the tried-and-true backstory and enough wiggle-room in his career history for sidekick and/or legacy characters to be available for others.

What I do want to have fun with is re-inventing some of Bruce's rogues gallery, with concepts in place for Riddler, Magpie, Brother EYE, and Firefly, as well as exploring the underworld civil war as new criminal elements (namely Cobblepot and Sionis) look to move in on the power vacuum left by Maroni and Falcone's incarcerations.

I also want to remain open to interaction and collaboration, having all of the above occur pretty much concurrently to be advanced and explored at-will, either solo or cooperatively.

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

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_{G C P D P E R S O N N E L}
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◼ Lieutenant, James 'Jim' Gordon
◼ Detective, Harvey Bullock
◼ Junior Detective, Renee Montoya
◼ Senior Detective, Crispus Allen
◼ Coroner, Leslie Thompkins
◼ Police Commissioner, Gillian Loeb}
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◼ District Attorney, Janice Porter
◼ Editor-in-Chief, Gotham Gazzette, Jack Ryder
◼ Field Reporter, Gotham Gazzette, Vicki Vale
◼ Gotham University Professor, Edward Nashton
◼ Gotham University Researcher, Diedre Vance}
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◼ Head of Maroni Crime Family, Boss Salvatore Maroni (Incarcerated, Blackgate Penitentiary)
◼ Roman Mafia Hitman, Victor Zsasz (Incarcerated, Blackgate Penitentiary)
◼ Former District Attorney, Harvey Dent (Incarcerated, Arkham Asylum)
◼ Industrial Espionage Agent, Garfield Lynns
◼ Head of False Face Crime Family, Roman Sionis
◼ Heir to Cobblepot 'Fortune', Oswald Cobblepot}

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Set the scene.

Gotham docks. Off-stage, yet his presence felt: ‘The Penguin’. Deposed heir to the Cobblepot crime family; now destitute, he grows desperate and ruthless in pursuit of the empire he’s lost.
The empire I have ripped away from him.

Tonight he brings drugs into my city, balaclava-clad men hauling wooden crates off of shipping containers and loading them into trucks. The cargo and containers are unmarked, but I have already seen the shipping manifesto; these crates may have come from overseas, but their purchase has been made through holding companies and shell corps that one can, when looking in the right places, trace back to a property development and construction contracting company based in New York City.
Fisk is attempting to purchase a stake of Gotham using Cobblepot as a figurehead. They will both be disappointed.

From my vantage point I can see eleven men.
Three loading crates; they are strong, but fatigued, and the hard work on a humid night has aggravated them; they demand help from the others, but are ignored. Tempers flare.
One in the truck cab; he is overweight and chain-smoking. His windows are closed and the stereo is loud.
Four dock workers, all paid off. Whether by Cobblepot or Fisk doesn't matter; what does is three of them are concealing light firearms, judging by their uneven gaits. The other is young and nervous, and wraps his hand around a single set of brass knuckles in his jacket pocket.
Two security guards, once again paid off. One guards the entrance to this pier - he's jumpy, and carries his hands together, awkwardly low and in front of him: he is holding what is likely to be a shotgun. The other is casually patrolling; he is openly carrying a pistol, with a heavy torch in the other hand. The patrolling guard is not jumpy, and he grips his pistol loosely. Carelessly.
The last man is the lookout; he is stationed atop the gantry crane assigned to this pier. He is holding an automatic rifle and has binoculars, an open-broadcast two-way radio, and has even been equipped with night-vision goggles, because he is here to look for me, and I operate from the dark.

He will not find me. I am above him. I was on this gantry crane first.

I begin tonight's work.

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'Eyes' is a dumb nickname, Eyes thinks, but these are dumb men and it is simple and effective and makes his role in the operation clear. They are obviously expecting interference tonight - but that is why he is here. His radio crackles - the voice coming through is filled with static, and is loud and grating. Ten minute check-in.
"[WALKER TO EYES. CHECK IN]"
"Eyes to Walker. Eyes clear."
"[WALKER TO EYES. OARLESS CANOE.]"
"Eyes to Walker. Western Fjord."
The radio crackles again and falls silent. Check-in clear. Eyes thinks he'll take another walk around the crane; the lights of Gotham's business district over the dock-water on a clear night is oddly beautiful. There's a good view of Wayne Tower too, the imposing skyscraper with its iconic 'W' fascia nestled among bank and media logos. He can lean over the railing and gaze out over the pier for five minutes, then walk back around for the next check.

Eyes barely has time to register what little noise comes from behind him before his forehead hits the metal railing and he bounces back, reeling - but not before his leg is kicked into the lower set of railings and his kneecap shatters. He would scream in pain, but as he twists around in his fall, the jagged, black shape that towers above him lashes out with one of its uncountable limbs and strikes him across the throat, silencing him as he sinks to the floor. Eyes' has one last sight before he fades out; terrible, inhuman horns, sitting atop a snarling black face, blasphemously haloed by demonic wings.

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I have nine minutes and forty seconds before the lookout fails to report at the next check-in and the men are alerted to my arrival. The guard at the entrance to the pier is sequestered in his booth, too far from the operation to be useful; the driver is not the fighting type. That leaves me a little over a minute to incapacitate each man.
Doable.
I leap from the crane, gliding softly towards the patrolman who has entered the furthest section of his route.

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Walker’s name is actually Walker, although he hasn’t let anyone know - to do so would be to defy the point of the codenames in the first place. William Walker. William after his father; he knows that much of the man, but little else. He spent much of his youth fighting ‘Willy Junior’ as a nickname, but eventually, gracefully, Bill stuck. Bill’s trying to be a better dad to his kid than William Senior was - not hard, as Bill’s mere existence in his son’s life is a step above the standard the old man set.

Bill’s a security guard at the docks, has been for 4 years. He knew what kind of world he was stepping into when he took the job - record turnovers, Gotham Docks, for all manner of reasons both sinister and benign - but there was little else in his skill set he was suitable for, and the job paid well for what it demanded of him. Tonight was the first time he’d been involved in anything explicitly illicit. The first time he’d been actively involved, at least, approached by a man in a suit with a roll of bills that totalled 3 months wage. 3 months wage for one night protecting whatever was coming off those containers - cargo that would have been coming in anyway, Bill thought, cargo that’s probably come in unawares on many of his shifts over his career. A quarter-year of pay for one night’s overtime. He could pay off his son’s braces with some left over for a real knock-out birthday present with what he was earning tonight. He felt good. A little dirty, but good.

There was a noise in the shadows to his left and Bill snapped out of his ruminations and whipped around, torch held out first and his pistol low and close to his body. He’d not fired a gun once in his four years on the docks, and didn’t even own the one he was holding now.
“W-Who’s there? Show yourself!”

There was another sound, behind him. He whipped around again, swearing under his breath and shaking a little. Still nothing. He took a few steps forward.

A quiet, sharp little noise rushed through the air towards him and something pierced his hand, forcing him to drop the pistol. It clattered to the ground, but Bill paid no attention; even before he’d yelled out in shock, there had been another small noise and a gummy, viscous substance had splashed across his mouth and nose, muffling his shout and blocking his air. He slowly sunk to the ground, losing consciousness, back against a shipping container as his legs gave way beneath him.

Ten feet away, across the path, the shadows shift and split and some cursed figure melts into reality; Bill can recognise a head connected to shoulders, but the rest of the body is an inhuman mass that bleeds into the floor, no limbs or torso or recognisably human features to speak of.

Consciousness fades. The darkness descends. The figure envelopes him; and then Bill cannot keep his eyes open any longer.

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The patrolman had been at odds with the job since the night began; I’d checked his record, and for a docks guard, it was as clean as they came. A little history, to be expected. But this was his first time being bought. He’d taken to it all too easily. They all do.

I lean over him and lightly wave a small bottle of solvent beneath his nose; the glue blocking his nostrils melts away, and I hear him subconsciously take a full breath, but he doesn’t wake up. He won’t for at least half-an-hour; the glue includes chloroform in its makeup to sedate the victim. I bind his hands behind his back, retrieving the batarang, and then head inwards towards the truck.

There are seven men left: the three loaders, and the four dock workers. The loaders are unarmed, but the workers aren’t, and the three with concealed pistols need to be tackled first. They’re mostly milling around, but one wanders away to urinate. I take him out first; emerging from the dark like a beast of the nine circles, enveloping him in terror’s embrace and smothering him until he stops struggling. I set him down and bind his hands, too, and then I take the pistol from the belt of his trousers. Well made. American. Probably Fisk again; Oswald’s no arms dealer, and doesn’t have the underworld clout to source firearms like these. I disassemble it easily enough, regardless of its manufacturer.

The pieces go clattering around the corner towards the remaining men; everyone ceases their tasks to watch as the sections of pistol slide in their direction from where their comrade had rounded the corner mere seconds ago. They all freeze; every single man on the pier tonight now knows their operation has ended, but none want to say it aloud. Instead, the two workers wielding pistols draw them and hold them tight and outstretched, and then heckle the worker with the dusters to investigate. He protests, meekly, then does what is demanded of him, slipping the brass knuckles over his fist as he approaches my corner.

He rounds it and see his colleague unconscious. He does not see me. I reach out and seize his wrist, bringing my elbow down across the top of his forearm, breaking his elbow sharply; he screams and I let him. I want them to hear his pain. I want them to fear the pain they are about to feel. I slip the dusters off his fingers as he whimpers, cradling his broken arm, and then deliver them to the side of his face; he slumps over, out cold, gums bleeding. I toss the dusters towards the remaining men too; now I hear them shouting. The shake and inflection in their voices indicates panic.

Five left. Two armed. Terror beginning to strangle their minds and cloud their judgement. Time to end things.

I launch a smoke capsule at the ground in front of me; gas explodes forth and lays down cover; I step into the fog, unseen, and then carefully approach the outer edge of the cloud, allowing the men to barely glimpse my form; I hear one shout and know I've been spotted, and immediately back away, invisible again, before dropping prone to the ground. Shots puncture the gas as bullets whip past above me. The two with pistols are aiming torso-level. They both miss; then they pause to reload. I stand and step forward again, in one smooth motion parting my cloak and flinging two batarangs out; they both find their marks, cutting across the hands of the workers as they're scrambling to load a second clip. Both pistols are dropped, and the men let their fear get the better of them. They turn and run. I throw out my other arm; bolos fly forth and ensnare their ankles. they hit the ground head-first and hard.

Three left. I step out of the smoke completely, letting my cloak cover me again. They stare; I wait. I let the tension build.

Finally, one snaps and charges me; he throws a wide fist, too much wind up, too slow to connect; I sidestep and jab the wrist, breaking it easily, and then drive my other arm into his ribs; he folds around my fist, winded, and a follow up to his kidney has him wheezing and stumbling. I spin and bring my leg around; my greaves connect with his ear and he goes flying.

Two left. They rush me at the same time.

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Larry McCoy has driven nearly anything that’s been built with a wheel and two pedals. Never drove stick, but never needed to; never had a licence neither, but never needed one. With an auto all you needed was a foot for ‘go’, a foot for ‘stop’, and hand for ‘where’. Larry had all those, and he made do just swell. Tractors early on - ploughing fields and harvesting crops. Taxi for a while, tried buses too, although eventually he pined for the quiet solitude he’d enjoyed in the cab of heavy farming machinery; he’d long left corn behind him, but found long-haul lorry driving suited him just fine. There was something comforting about a long road in front of him and a radio that was just a fraction static, where the only things that existed were Larry, the cargo he was hauling, and the journey that took from where he came from and where he was going.

That’s why he hated nights and jobs like these; no mystique, no romance, no subtle beauty. Here, the ugliness was laid bare, and he had to dip his hands deep into the muck. After jobs like these, Larry didn’t feel clean for days. But Larry’s wife had cancer, and hospital bills don’t pay themselves. So he played the music loud and stayed in the cab. That was his condition; he’d drive, and he’d drive whatever they wanted, and he’d do it better and sometimes cheaper than most. But he stayed in the cab.

So when Larry saw The Batman, a creature he believed was just Gotham urban legend - fuck, to Larry, the Batman may as well have been the Jersey Devil - appear out of darkness and smog, having done some unseen, unspeakable horror to at least three men, more likely eight, and then proceed to effortlessly incapacitate three more, seemingly untouchable, ethereal, intangible...

Larry got out the cab and ran as fast as his legs could carry him.

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The driver ran. I’d anticipated it; he didn’t have the look of a fighter. By the time he reached the guard booth at the entrance to the pier and pointed frantically down the way towards me, I’d already set the charges on the crates; as the last guard sprinted towards me, I melted back into the shadows of the docks, and triggered the explosives.

By the time the guard picked himself up off the floor, Fisk and Penguin’s budding enterprise was cinders, and I was gone; another story of the night.

The evening was yet young. There was much work to be done.

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[Byrd Man]

B L A C K P A N T H E R
B L A C K P A N T H E R

^{“Born alone, die alone, no crew to keep my crown or throne.”}

C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ T'Challa _________________________________________________________ Wakandan | King in Exile | Justice League (Formerly) _________________________________________________________ New York City | New York | United States of America C H A R A C T E R N O T E S C H A R A C T E R N O T E S _________________________________________________________ [+] - S U P P O R T I N G C H A R A C T E R S ◼ Gloria Chinwe, First Generation Nigerian Immigrant ◼ Chydie "Charlie" Chinwe, Second Generation Nigerian Immigrant ◼ Sgt. Kevin "Kasper" Cole, Homicide Detective ◼ Everett K. Ross, CIA Agent ◼ Shuri, Princess Regent of Wakanda ◼ Okoye, Captain of the Dora Milaje ◼ Reverend Doctor Michael Ibn al-hajj Achebe, Revolutionary ◼ Piranha Jones, NY Crime Lord ◼ Kilmonger, Mercenary ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ - P O S T C A T A L O G P O S T C A T A L O G _________________________________________________________ [+] - P O S T C A T A L O G ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ -

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Metropolis

On any sort of map or realtor directory the Queensland neighborhood was called Lane Hill, but everyone called the six square block area “Little Lagos.” African immigrants from all over the massive continent settled the neighborhood starting in the early 20th century. Back then it was one of the few places on the American eastern seaboard Africans could find refuge among those with a similar background. And while it was truly a pan-African mix of nationalities, the higher than average concentration of Nigerians gave it the nickname of Little Lagos.

Ever since the early 90’s a new subgroup of immigrants had found their way to Little Lagos: Wakandans. Citizens of the secretive little nation had fled to America for many different reasons. Most of them were members of Wakanda’s lowest caste and sought a chance at improving their lot in life, some were attending Metropolis University on student visas. Some of those students might go back home after their studies were complete, but plenty more would stay. But the biggest percentage of Wakandas who called Little Lagos home were the dissidents. They arrived on American soil seeking political asylum after committing the ultimate sin of disagreeing with the government.

Odwa was one of those dissidents. These days he spent twelve hours driving an Uber around the city, but once upon a time he was a very powerful man inside the borders of Wakanda. He was good at his job. Too good, it turned out. A decision was made that Odwa was too dangerous to be kept alive. He'd used every bit of his resources and influence to get out of Wakanda alive, one step of his hunters. He’d reached America with nothing but the clothes on his back, but he’d made it here alive and under the protection of the most powerful nation on the planet.

And now he was here. And where was here, exactly? A small two bedroom apartment on the fourth floor of a walk-up building. Odwa sat in a recliner eating his frozen dinner while he watched television. He enjoyed watching the old American sit-coms of the 1970’s, one of the many cultural things that never made its way to Wakanda. Odwa finished his Salisbury steak and started on the mashed potatoes as the next episode started. The upbeat theme song blared through the TV's small speakers. From a rooftop across the street, an unseen figure watched Odwa intently.



“Come and knock on our door... (Come and knock on our door)
We've been waiting for you.... (We've been waiting for you)
Where the kisses are hers and hers and his,
Three's company too.”

[Mao Mao]

I already am working on a Captain America sheet, but I am worried that it might not fit with what's been told about him already. Would be alright if we talked about it?

What am I saying is how much can we change characters already established by the story?

[Bork Lazer]

Honor and Glory

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

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For nine centuries and a half, Sir Justin Inse Ghall has lived as a ghost of Camelot’s past glories, fighting wrong-doers and those who threaten the innocent. From the Battle of Hastings to the battlefields of the Civil War and the trenches of World War 1, this immortal knight has continually fought for the sake of upholding his knightly virtues and the code of chivalry Arthur bestowed upon him, trying to keep his memory alive and all the while, growing more weary.

It is now the 21st century and the Shining Knight is no more. Justin lies away in Soho, trying to drink himself to death in a world that he believes has no longer any use for a knight such as himself. When trouble presents himself at his door, Justin must learn to wield his sword again and rediscover honour and bravery in a world that has moved past his time.

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The myths of Arthurian legends have always intrigued me. They have been deconstructed in works such as Don Quixote, reconstructed in modern retellings such as Dan Lowery’s The Green Knight and retold multiple times with their own slant by multiple authors looking to enter the fantasy genre. More often than not, cynical, mocking deconstructions of chivalric ideals often make up the vast majority of most tales which is more often than not

I want to do a reimagining of Shining Knight who isn’t just a copycat of the ‘Fish Out of Water’ trope but a literal medieval knight who struggles with a constantly evolving world that seems to regard his morals and worldview as antiquated and naive. I’m looking to craft a narrative about how chivalry operates in a modern day context, reimagining Arthurian legends to urban fantasy and also exploring more of Shining Knight who remains a woefully underwritten character in modern day comics.

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NARRATIVE

FRAGMENT I - THE ONCE AND FUTURE KNIGHT

Justin Inse Ghall of the Court of Arthur Pendragon undergoes a journey to discover Excalibur’s whereabouts in the 21st century.

FRAGMENT II - PAGES OF MADNESS

Renewed in spirit as The Shining Knight of Avalon, Justin investigates the workings of a cult with ties to an ancient adversary of the Round Table.

FRAGMENT III - TEN COMMANDMENTS

Words of the Shining Knight’s deeds spread globally and cause pretenders and past knights long buried rise out of the woodwork.

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[Lord Wraith]

The Terminator

D E A T H S T R O K E
D E A T H S T R O K E

^{“Consider it, terminated.”}

C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ Lieutenant Colonel Slade Joseph Wilson _________________________________________________________ Caucasian | A.R.G.U.S. Spec-Ops | Team 7 _________________________________________________________ Classified | Classified | United States of America C H A R A C T E R N O T E S C H A R A C T E R N O T E S _________________________________________________________ [+] - M I S C E L L A N E O U S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ A.R.G.U.S.: The Advanced Research Group United Support, A.R.G.U.S. is the governing body that overseas Team 7 and its operations. BEATRIZ, ZAZZALA: Queen Zazzala Beatriz II is the reigning monarch of Bialya with suspected ties to the group known only as H.I.V.E. BIALYA: Bialya is a country located in the Middle East, with the nation of Saudi Arabia lining its eastern and southern borders. To the west is the Gulf nation of Quarc. To the North, sits Iraq and Kuwait. It is a monarchy ruled by the Queen of Bialya. CRAWFORD, EVELYN: Codenamed Starling, Evelyn is a master marksman and member of Team 7. DANIELS, ANGELICA: A former on and off again flame of Slade's and member of Team 7. Angelica is an expert in melee combat. DEFARGE, NATHANIEL: The second husband to Paris Wilson, Nathaniel was an abusive alcoholic with a gambling addiction. Falling into a life of crime to pay his debt, Nathaniel soon accumulated more debt from one botched job after enough, soon having a price on his head from nearly every mob boss along the Eastern coast. In desperation, Nathaniel eventually tried to sell both Wade and Slade before attempting to use his wife as leverage in order to settle his debts. DEFARGE, PARIS neé WOLFMAN: Formerly Paris Wilson, the late mother of both Slade and Wade, died from a terminal illness around the time that Slade turned sixteen. A kind woman, Paris had a string of bad luck that ended up pairing her with her high school ex-boyfriend in the wake of her divorce from Charles. A miserable man, their relationship would end after Paris discovered Nathaniel sold their son, Wade, to settle his ever-growing debts and intended to do the same to her. He would have succeeded if not for the intervention of her illness taking what little life she had left. DEFARGE, WADE: Slade's half brother, a member of the U.S. Marine Corps. Previously had a relationship with Adeline Kane. Wade's own father, Nathaniel, was the first husband to Slade's mother, Paris. When Nathaniel found himself drowning in debt to the wrong people, he managed to sell Wade to the right people. FAIRCHILD, ALEX: A former member of a previous iteration of Team 7, Alex has a strained relationship with A.R.G.U.S. but due to his abilities is kept under a close watch. He acts in a consulting role due to his expertise in metahumans and other superhumans. FAIRCHILD, CAITLIN: The daughter of Alex Fairchild, Caitlin is the youngest member of Team 7. Possessing abilities that grant her superhuman strength and durability, she's by far one of the toughest members of the Team. ISHERWOOD, DAVID AKA IKON: Former mercenary and black-market weapons specialist, Dr. David Isherwood, now works alongside Team 7 using his own Gravity Sheath to fight on a near superhuman level. H.I.V.E.: A mysterious organization that is proving to be a growing thorn in A.R.G.U.S.'s side. Team 7 has been tasked with intervening in H.I.V.E.'s operations and shutting them down where possible. KANE-WILSON, ADELINE [49]: Team 7's commanding officer and Slade's ex-wife with whom he holds a strained relationship. Mother to Grant and Joseph. LANCE, KURT: A metahuman with the ability to amplify the abilities of others. MARLO, HURRAMBI: President Marlo is the second elected president of Qurac and its current official. MIRAKURU: The name given to the Super Soldier Serum derivative that was injected into Slade. Allegedly destroyed following the experiment's perceived 'failure'. PEABODY, ALEXANDER: The estranged son of Wintergreen. Alex supplies weapons and gear for Team 7. QURAC: Situated along the Persian Gulf, the nation of Qurac runs along the eastern edge of the Arabian Peninsula from Oman and the Rub' al Khali on the south, Bialya and Saudi Arabia on the west, and Iraq and Kuwait to the north. The Qurac borders with Bialya are a persistent source of conflict. The country is considered to be an outlaw nation by most countries in the United Nations due to its strong anti-U.S. policy. However, in recent years, the country has progressed towards a most western attitude, starting with its adoption of democracy in 2009. ROSCOE: Retired K-9 Unit that served alongside Slade overseas. Has a particular fondness for Rose. TEAM 7: Team 7 or Task Force 7 is the seventh iteration of an A.R.G.U.S. International Operations' military spec-ops unit. A special intervention and response team dedicated to metahuman and superhuman incidents, the team is handpicked for their missions and includes among its ranks the asset known as Slade Wilson. ► Amanda Waller - Director of A.R.G.U.S. ► Adeline Kane - Team 7's Commanding Officer ► Alex Peabody - Weapon Supplier ► Alex Fairchild - Metahuman Consultant ► Slade Wilson - Master Combatant ► William Wintergreen - Strategist Specialist ► Evelyn Crawford - Marksman ► Angelica Daniels - Melee Specialist ► David Isherwood - Metahuman ► Caitlin Fairchild - Metahuman ► Kurt Lance - Metahuman WALLER, AMANDA: Nothing happens at A.R.G.U.S. without Amanda 'The Wall' Waller knowing about it. WINTERGREEN, WILLIAM RANDOLPH: Slade's closest and longest friend. The Alfred to his Batman so to speak. WILSON, CHARLES HENRY: Charles Wilson is Slade's biological father. A career-driven man, his son and wife never ranked high in his priorities which resulted in a distant relationship between both. This only seemed to further increase when Paris began to show signs of the illness that eventually took her life. Their divorce was short, uncontested and happened when Slade was far too young to reconcile the events. A senior agent in the CIA, Charles is well aware of his son's career. WILSON, GRANT [21]: Slade's eldest son. Currently enrolled in the U.S. Military seeking to follow after his father but unaware of his father's missions with Team 7 or A.R.G.U.S. WILSON, JOSEPH 'JOEY' [17]: Slade's youngest son and middle child. Joseph is a budding metahuman, displaying signs of abilities that with training could make him an asset in the right hands. WILSON, SLADE [46]: WILSON-WORTH, ROSE [14]: Slade's illegitimate daughter and youngest. WORTH, LILLIAN 'SWEET-LILI': A courtesan from Cambodia and its self-proclaimed 'Queenpin', Slade and Lillian engaged in a tryst which lead to the conception and subsequent birth of Rose Wilson. T I M E L I N E ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ | 1973 - Adeline is born | 1976 - Slade is born | 1980 - Charles and Paris divorce | 1982 - Paris marries Nathaniel DeFarge | 1992 - Nathaniel sells Wade and attempts the same 1992 to Paris who passes away from illness 1992 - Slade enlists in the army | 1995 - Slade and Wintergreen meet | 1999 - Slade and Adeline marry | 2001 - Grant is born | 2003 - Slade achieves the rank of Lt. Col. 2005 - Joseph is born | 2005 - Slade is injected with Mirakuru 2005 - Slade is put in an induced coma | 2006 - Slade is recruited to A.R.G.U.S. | 2007 - Slade's first A.R.G.U.S. mission takes 2007 - him to Cambodia | 2008 - Rose is born | 2013 - Slade and Adeline divorce | 2022 - Team 7 is sent to Bialya to search for 2022 - leads about H.I.V.E. | - P O S T C A T A L O G P O S T C A T A L O G _________________________________________________________ [+] - P O S T C A T A L O G ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Issue #01: A H.I.V.E. 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C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T ________________________________________________________________________________________ A career soldier, Slade Wilson forged an identity for himself at the age of sixteen and left behind his alcoholic step-father and idiot half-brother to join the U.S. Army. Find success in everything thrown at him, Slade rose through the ranks quickly and gathered the attention of the right people. Slade was asked to volunteer for a secret experiment. Signing up under the false pretense that the experiment would make him immune to the effects of the enemy's truth serum. It was only later that Slade discovered the operation was instead seeking not only to replicate, but also improve upon the Super Soldier Serum as performed by Dr. Abraham Erskine during the Second World War. As superhumans have become more and more common, the world is finding itself in a superhuman arms race. In an effort to tip that race in the favour of the United States of America, Slade Wilson, the perfect soldier, volunteered for a cutting-edge, experimental procedure that would genetically engineer him to surpass all human limits. The experiment was not without side effects though and Slade's body reacted violently to the procedure. Ultimately it left him in a coma for several months leading to the experiment being deemed a failure. However, upon waking up, Slade discovered the procedure had in fact worked. His strength, speed, senses, stamina, intellect and reflexes were enhanced beyond that of any ordinary man, putting him on far more even footing with the superhumans emerging across the globe. Perhaps calling this sheet 'Deathstroke' is a bit misleading, we're not there yet. This is a slightly younger Slade Wilson than we're used to seeing. He's not yet the master assassin or jaded mercenary of the comics. In a world filled with reactive heroes that only appear once the city is already under siege, Slade Wilson works with A.R.G.U.S. as a leading member of a special operations unit known only as Team 7. In an effort to get the jump on superhumans abusing their abilities, this covert spec-ops team seeks to eliminate threats before they happen. This is the story of what happens when you give that kind of power not to a good man, but to a good soldier. 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 ) 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 ) ________________________________________________________________________________________ I think Slade Wilson has the potential to be written as a both tragic and compelling figure. Too often the comics either use him as another hammy villain or worse, write him double dipped in angst and wrapped in edge. I see Slade as being almost a foil between Captain America and Batman, there are a lot of similarities to both in his origin and his family dynamics. But where Batman ultimately unites allies, Slade tends to drive them away and where Cap stands tall in the face of adversity, Deathstroke sells his skills to the highest bidder. I want to write the story of how someone who starts off as this ideal soldier becomes the supervillain capable of going toe to toe with the Justice League. To that end, I've placed Slade on Team 7, an A.R.G.U.S special operations team dedicated to hunting down and stopping superhuman threats before they happen. I've put the pieces in place so that Slade will ultimately specialize in taking down superhumans. All that's left is to write how he gets to the point where not only does he sell his skills, but actively enjoys being the villain. I S S U E # 0 1 A H.I.V.E. MIND Team 7 is dispatched to the Middle Eastern nation of Qurac in order to infiltrate Bialya. Hostilities are at an all-time high between the two nations, with their cold war bordering on open warfare. A.R.G.U.S. believes that H.I.V.E. has infiltrated the Bialyian Monarchy and is pulling the strings from within, biding their time before releasing a superhuman weapon against Qurac. The clock is ticking, is the team up to the task? Characters Involved: Team 7 Desired # of Players: N/A I S S U E # X X HONEY-DESPOT Characters Involved: TBD Desired # of Players: N/A I S S U E # X X QUEEN TAKES PAWN Characters Involved: Rose Wilson Desired # of Players: N/A I S S U E # X X BUZZKILL Characters Involved: TBD Desired # of Players: N/A I S S U E # X X BURN THE NEST Characters Involved: TBD Desired # of Players: N/A

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_{Location: Al-Doha, - Qurac}

A H.I.V.E. Mind #1.01: What's the Buzz?

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_{Interaction(s): None}

Previously: None

"So,"

The youngest member of Team 7 started, breaking the long silence that had been ongoing since the team enter the port city.

"This is Qurac..." Caitlin's voice trailed off as her eyes darted back and forth across the open back of the truck. Looking beyond her teammates, she scanned the poverty-stricken streets of Al-Doha on either side of the ancient vehicle. Her attempt at an ice breaker had been barely audible over the engine that must have been operating since the military coup had initially taken power in the wake of the Second World War.

"Streets look almost empty with the enforcers on every corner." The response came from the opposite side of the truck bed, as Wintergreen added his own thoughts over the din of the engine. The neatly trimmed mustache that decorated his face emphasized Wintergreen's grin as a groan came from some of the other members of the team.

"Got another history lesson for us, gramps?" Eveyln dryly retorted. The team full well knew that Wintergreen was about to launch into another service story. However, though she'd never admit it, Evelyn often enjoyed Wintergreen's stories. Though it did at times get tiring hearing a story every time A.R.G.U.S. deployed the team. The man had seemingly been everywhere.

"Up until thirteen years ago, Qurac was ruled by a military dictatorship that had taken control after the British lost power over the country amidst the end of the Second World War." Wintergreen lectured, his smile growing wider. "But in 20-"

"In 2009, the people revolted and overthrew their former dictator leading to the first democratically elected government in Qurac history." Interrupted the voice of Dr. Isherman. While Evelyn and Caitlin may not have heard all of Wintergreen's history lessons before, Ish had and he was more than certain that the silent man sitting across from him had even served alongside Wintergreen through this one.

Turning his attention away from the conversation. Slade looked to the woman sitting beside him. Angelica seemed oblivious to the conversation whilst sharpening her blades. Despite her seeming absence, Slade knew better than to assume she wasn't aware of her surroundings. Instead, she was more than likely entering a meditative state to better prepare herself for the mission ahead. Next to Wintergreen, there was no one else on the team that Slade would rather have watching his back.

"Having a President hasn't magically fixed anything," The voice came from beside Caitlin as Slade turned his head to listen as Kurt continued to speak. "Quraci society is still heavily segregated between those who have and those who have-not. You can see a lot of influence from the caste system in its society and nearly seventy years under a dictatorship sure as hell didn't help anything."

"Especially not with Bialya." Slade added, bringing the conversation back to the reason why there were over seven thousand miles from home.

The relationship between Qurac and Bialya had been tense since the fall of the Ottoman Empire but things seem to take a particular turn after the Second World War when Sulieman's regime put Qurac under its dictatorship. The Bialyian Monarchy in particular had always desired the land which made up the neighbouring nation. As a coastal nation, Qurac had more influence over trade and imports than the Kingdom of Bialya desired. The two nations had remained locked in a cold war for over seventy years, though recent reports indicated that Bialya might be making the moves to ensure the two nations entered open warfare.

That's where they came in.

The seventh iteration of A.R.G.U.S.' International Operations Intervention and Response Spec-Ops Unit, or simply; Team 7. Reporting directly to Amanda Waller herself, Team 7 was overseen by Field Director Adeline Kane-Wilson. While taking orders from his ex-wife was hardly the dream job that Slade had in mind, it beat sitting behind a desk. The experiment that gave him his abilities also effectively ruined his career with the U.S. Military. Thankfully, Waller recognized their mistake and A.R.G.U.S. gained a new asset.

"I'm not complaining that we're here," Caitlin piped up again, "I just don't understand why send in a covert team instead of having Iron Man drop by?"

"Because," Angelica suddenly spoke up, "We get things done."

- -First Issue: Title Pending	-	-	-	Next Issue: That Stings A Little-	-	Latest Issue: Title Pending

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God Damn These Vigilantes

V I G I L A N T E
V I G I L A N T E

^{“You're right... you've made me nothing more than a damn vigilante.”}

C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ Adrian Chase _________________________________________________________ Caucasian | District Attorney | Independent _________________________________________________________ Bludhaven | New Jersey | United States of America C H A R A C T E R N O T E S C H A R A C T E R N O T E S _________________________________________________________ [+] - M I S C E L L A N E O U S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ The Eraser: A criminal "cleaner" who has showed up in Bludhaven, destroying evidence at murder scenes around the city. Catman: An elusive criminal thief terrorizing Bludhaven in the dumbest, most obvious costume possible. Hammerhead: With uncertainty rising about the Scarapelli crime family, this new crime lord representing the Maggia has moved in. It's unclear what the Maggia want with Bludhaven... but they're meeting some significant pushback from another illusive crime lord known as the "Blockbuster." The Enforcers: A band of criminal mercenaries under the employ of the Scarapelli crime family. Rumor is, a few of them have meta abilities. Roland Desmond: A high-ranking member of the Scarapelli crime family, he has recently flipped on his former employer and ratted out parts of the operation to the FBI. Rumor is he's connected to Hammerhead's in-town rival, the Blockbuster. Wildcat: A local vigilante, and one that Adrian is more or less fond of. Secretly boxer Ted Grant, who is intending to challenge Carlos LaMuerto in a prime time international event at Madison Square Garden. Homeless Avenger: A violent vigilante targeting criminals who target the homeless population of Bludhaven. Agent Catalina Flores: FBI agent working at the Bludhaven office, attempting to help Adrian Chase and the DA's office to dismantle the Scarapelli crime family. Alan Welles: Assistant District Attorney who works alongside Adrian, and is one of the primary trial lawyers for District Attorney's office. Is helping put together the Scarapelli case as much as possible. - P O S T C A T A L O G P O S T C A T A L O G _________________________________________________________ [+] - P O S T C A T A L O G ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ -

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T ________________________________________________________________________________________ The goal of playing Vigilante is to explore the streets of crime in the DC universe from a character's year zero perspective. Adrian Chase is a fascinating character in the comics, and the idea of a district attorney turning into a crime fighter when the system fails is just a fascinating angle to take. I have a love for street level vigilantes, and who better than the Vigilante? One who keeps giving himself permission to break the law in more drastic ways until he eventually becomes the kind of killer he wanted to put behind bars? I think there's also room to rework some more minor DC villains into threatening adversaries for a low level hero. Villains such as "The Eraser" are perfect adversaries for a lawyer trying to put some of the most dangerous criminals behind bars. P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) ________________________________________________________________________________________ Adrian Chase is a man who has always rejected the idea of living it easy: he graduated West Point with a Law and Legal Studies degree, served in the army, returned to attend Columbia's Law School, and quickly found himself with a job across the Hudson in the Bludhaven DA's office. He never took the easy route of corporate law that his father always nagged him about, and was one of the few lawyers in the DA's office that wasn't hit with a scandal following the recent death of District Attorney herself. When half the DA's office was found to be in the pocket of the Scarapelli crime family, Adrian Chase takes over for the case and manages to formally file charges against Anthony Scarapelli. Adrian's family is killed, and all the evidence on the Scarapelli's goes up in smoke. Heartbroken and wounded, a desperate Adrian Chase is willing to do anything to make sure justice is served. Unfortunately for him, the system was rigged from the start. Before long, Adrian Chase is going to realize the only way to get true justice in this city is to take it into your own hands... or at the barrel of a gun. A R C # 1 TAKE ME OUT "It was just another Thursday... until it wasn't." Adrian Chase is the acting District Attorney, and lives the suburban nightmare that everyone dreams of. Unfortunately, he's made a powerful enemy of Anthony Scarapelli. Adrian Chase is closing the noose around the criminal's neck, but the mob boss believes in reciprocal justice. An eye for an eye. Or a family for a family. A R C # 2 PSYCHO KILLER "I can't just... I mean, YOU can't just go around killing people." Adrian Chase puts the vigilante community on trial when the Homeless Avenger is finally captured by the BPD. As the District Attorney begins putting together a case against him while simultaneously working on the Scarapelli case, Bludhaven begins to fall apart as a gang war begins brewing in the background. The District Attorney begins adopting a similar disguise as the Homeless Avenger as he goes out at night probing for clues as to what is happening to the evidence of the Scarapelli case. A R C # 3 WAR PIGS "No... Anthony Scarapelli doesn't get to walk away. He started this war. I'm ending it." Adrian will question what lengths he is willing to go to as a... no, THE Vigilante. A full on gang war will begin to envelop the streets of Bludhaven, and Adrian Chase will be pushed to his absolute limits as he does everything he can to bring justice to his city... before the law cracks down on him first.

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Sample Post

"You ever wish we just took a job in like, Chicago?"

Adrian Chase knocked back the remainder of his glass, setting it on the bar and tapping its rim to signal the bartender. He couldn't even remember what the name of this place was, but it was one of the few open between the office and his place. He had switched out his blazer for a leather jacket he always kept in his office, hitching a ride with his fellow attorney Alan Welles as they left the office. Adrian's partner in crime hadn't bothered to bring a change of clothes, opting to ditch the blazer in his car and remove his tie. Even with the slight change in appearance, they stood out from the rest. Adrian saw the lingering eyes of a small group of teenagers near the back. He gave them a small smile and a nod as he grabbed the hem of his leather jacket, readjusting it just right to flash the piece holstered to his belt. The teenagers stopped looking real quick.

"Chicago isn't any better than here, Chase. You've seen the crime statistics... it's worse than out here." The bartender arrived, picking up the bottle of bourbon and pouring into Adrian's glass.

"But there aren't any vigilantes in Chicago. Not any big ones." The bartender began to pull the bottle away, but Adrian shook his head. The bartender shrugged and made it a double.

Alan Welles rolled his eyes in response as he took another sip of his beer. "There aren't any big vigilantes in Bludhaven, either. What, every now and then we might get one of the bats, or maybe some freak with a gun and a cool name swing through town for a week or a month. Someone who got lost on their way out of Gotham or Manhattan. But other than that-"

"We've got the Wildcat. Some asshat in a fursuit punching people's lights out and dropping them on my doorstep. Twice, Alan. For fuck's sake, Drew didn't sleep for a week after she answered the door for the second guy." Adrian lifted his glass to take a sip, revelling in the burning sensation.

Alan sighed, shaking his head as he stared at his nearly empty beer. "How's Doris? You've been at the office a lot more since they fished Powell out of the river."

Adrian took another sip and exhaled a long breath. He looked at Alan and shook his head. "You know Doris, she's nagging away that I'm not spending enough time with the kids, same old shit."

Alan chuckled to himself as he slid the beer away. "Hey, at least you got something steady and stable. I'd love to get nagged at every night." After a pause, Alan looked at his watch and groaned. "Guess I'll be taking a nap before I head into the office. Mind if I crash on your couch?"

Adrian chuckled, downing the rest of his drink. "Sure, Al. But you better take the one in the basement. I've got the one in the living room."

The two men chuckled as they settled up with the bartender, making their way out the front of the bar. They circled around towards the parking lot on the side, heading straight for Alan's little Fiat. Of course, even with a decent amount of liquor in him, Adrian clocked the two men who exited the bar behind them. They were moving a little bit faster than Adrian was, clearly trying to catch up. It was only when Adrian heard the distinct sound of metal scraping just barely against metal that he recognized a sound he was familiar with in his youth. Years of camping made him familiar with the sound of unsheathing a folding knife. They were too far from the car, and the unseen assailants were getting too close.

Adrian slowed his pace to ensure Alan got a bit of a lead on him, and slowly turned around. Two men, no masks. The one on the right was holding the knife, and lifted it up towards Adrian’s face as he kept advancing. “No sudden moves, pal. Give me your wallet, and nobody gets hurt.”

There. A threat of bodily harm. Nice assault charge. Close proximity with the knife, no chance to retreat. They’re gonna make me do this.

Adrian took a half step back, planting his foot. As the assailant went to take another step forward, Adrian took the opportunity to reach up and grab the wrist of the hand holding the knife. With a swift kick to knee, the assailant was quickly knocked off balance and fell forward. Adrian spun around and used his other hand to guide the assailant forward onto his knees, moving his hand from the wrist to the knife to disarm the man. The other potential assailant began moving forward, and Adrian sighed. He tossed the knife aside, and quickly scooped up a handful of gravel resting in one of this parking lot’s many pot holes. Adrian was able to get on his feet and step to the side as the second assailant closed in. A quick toss of loose gravel into the assailant’s face was enough to throw him off. It bought Adrian enough time to take a few steps back and unholster his Sig, flicking the safety off as he alternated which assailant he pointed the gun at. Within a moment, assailant two dropped the knife and held his hands into the air. The first assailant remained sprawled on the ground, hands raised slightly to show compliance.

Alan was already on the phone with the local precinct. Adrian lowered the weapon, but kept the safety off. It took the office about 90 seconds to come screeching to a halt on the street nearby. Bludhaven’s finest only seemed to work fast when it was the DA or the Mayor calling. Two officers stepped out, and immediately moved in to apprehend the assailants.. While cuffing them, Adrian looked towards Alan. ”These guys look familiar to you?”

Alan took a closer look at the men, “Vaguely… you telling me these are Scarapelli’s guys.”

Adrian opened up Alan’s trunk, and brushed aside a blanket to reveal his briefcase. He quickly flicked it open, and pulled out a small stack of photos. He rifled through them for a moment under a nearby streetlight, and finally pulled one out for Alan to inspect. ”I never forget a face. And these two have been around a lot of crime scenes connected to our dear friend Tony.”

Alan nodded in relief for a moment, before he narrowed his brow and looked back at Adrian. “Wait… so does that mean…”

Adrian nodded, tossing the photos back into his briefcase and clicking it shut. ”Scarapelli’s getting desperate. We’ve got him on the ropes.”

[Sep]

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Whaaaaat no way, you sure you want to go out your comfort zone like that? 😉

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Whaaaaat no way, you sure you want to go out your comfort zone like that? 😉

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Only took 14 posts before Sep started bullying someone haha.

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<sup>“It is not power that corrupts but fear. Fear of losing power corrupts those who wield it and fear of the scourge of power corrupts those who are subject to it.”
- Aung San Suu Kyi, Freedom from Fear</sup>

Hal Jordan, a test pilot for Ferris Aircraft fulfilling a defense contract in it's production of the latest in hightech aircraft, was in his mid-twenties when he experienced the moment that changed his life.

An Unidentified Flying Object, approximated to be the size of a marble, repeatedly peppered his aircraft as he attempted a number of complex manouevres in the test phase. Forced into an emergency landing out on the Bonneville Saltflats.

Unreported, as he jumped from the cockpit, he discovered that the U.F.O had been a green ring of some description. Picking the ring up to inspect it, it rapidly transported him to a location where he discovered a wrecked craft along with a dying alien lifeform going by the name Abin Sur.

Abin Sur survived long enough to explain that within the ship was a Lantern which powered the ring, with the recitation of the oath all Officers of the Green Lantern Corps receive. And a warning... that with light, comes shadows. That nothing creates the shadow of corruption like Fear, and that the Corps itself had become rife with these problems. It had lead to Abin Sur's demise.

He donned the ring and found new purpose.

Basic training he met Kilowog. The Drill Sargent who's character was beyond reproach. But upon graduation, he found that few had maintained the moral standards that Kilowog had instilled. It seemed, in fact, that Kilowog had been put in his role as trainer due to his "difficulty to go along to get along" with other Green Lanterns out in the line of "service".

Hal found corruption and grift everywhere. The Corps had long developed a reputation amongst the universe as being the law, but they had lost the universe's trust. Few would request the intervention of Green Lanterns, and most would seem apprehensive when Green Lantern presence was known - too many Corpsmen charging protection and accepting/expecting kickbacks.

But Hal was always an idealist. Always a romantic. Ever since it was instilled in him as a child by his father, and the messages Kilowog delivered still rang true. If he were going to be a space cop, he was going to do it clean. And if the system in play wouldn't accept it, then he'd have to clean up the system as he existed.

Becoming despised and distrusted by most of his fellow Corpsmen, the Green Lantern of Sector 2814, is intent on shining light on the corruption. For those who worship Evil's might, whether they wear a ring or not... will learn to beware his power, and scurry from this Green Lantern's light.

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Hal is intent on cleaning up the Green Lantern Corps and being the best damn space cop he can be. This is not the same brash, cocky cardboard cutout Hal we're used to though.

This Hal KNOWS how dirty the Corps has become, and the reputation the Corps has developed over time. He also knows the corps is far bigger than just him. He's doing his damnedest to do things by the book. He can't just throw himself into cutting down huge swaths of dirty space cops... he's Gordon in Gotham. He's discovering corruption in a system that the Guardians of the Universe could not believe has been corrupted - mainly due to ego - so he's taking down individual dirty space cops and addressing it where he can see it in a force that spans some 3,600 sectors.

That said, he's not some Internal Affairs equivalent Green Lantern... he's the Green Lantern of Sector 2,814, and as such his only interaction with other space cops, clean or dirty, are cross-jurisdictional situations - where according to Corps mandate both GL's are to work such cases to a conclusion.

As for my own motivations and reason for pitching this version.

Well, confession time...

First, if I had to write regular comics' Hal Jordan for a month or two I would probably shoot myself in the face.

And second, someone might've discovered this green and yellow Serpico picture and worked backwards from there...

That said, I like the thought of the far-reaching universal police force being rife with corruption, and the ways that might re-shape and affect the cosmic side of such a game. Makes the Ravagers and Guardians of the Galaxy make a bit more sense in relief - "What do you guys stand for?" "Well... not THAT!". Perhaps the Nova Corps could be some effort on the part of another segment of the universe to come up with an alternative to justice than these bent space cops, who everyone but the Guardians can see is crooked?

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Hal Jordan - Green Lantern of Sector 2,814 - Has a strange tendency to operate in plain clothes/undercover, will often use the ring to take the form of local green life forms, if any are regionally appropriate. Cautious planner, but very brave in willingness to put himself at the center of high danger situations in the attempt to uncover cosmic level crimes. He seems "distant" to most other Green Lanterns, because of the nature of the job and the trust issues he's developed along the way. Amongst Earth based heroes (like the Justice League and Avengers) he seems "distant" due to his experiences which see the Earth as just one world in a universe spanning 3,600 sectors, albeit one world over which he has considerable sentimentality.

Kilowog - Personal Trainer / Drill Sargent to New Recruits - Still keeps contact with Green Lantern Jordan. Somewhat rare as most have viewed maintaining ties with the Bolovaxian to be adverse to advancement. In a universe where so few can be trusted, Kilowog has always remained a treasured friend to Hal within the Corps.

Carol Ferris - CEO Of Ferris Aircraft and new commercial airline Ferris Air - Former lovers, current friends, one of the few people on Earth who knows anything about the Green Lanterns and their role in the greater universe. Close confidant to Hal, just as Kilowog anchors him with perspective from within the GL universe, Carol keeps him grounded with his humanity and the perspective of home.

The Guardians of the Universe - Old when the universe was young, these founders of the Green Lantern Corps are not without considerable ego. They created the Lanterns as their second attempt to bring justice and order to a disorderly universe eons ago and due to the length of time that the Lanterns have shown to be relatively successful they struggle to see flaws in the current status quo.

The Living Tribunal - The Living Tribunal remains the best, albeit final, recourse for high-level questions of justice throughout the known universe. It deals with matters of high-level cosmic importance. As yet no incident has been "overturned upon appeal" after intervention of The Living Tribunal...

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Patience.

It’s often a lost art in the Corps. The Rings navigate, so more often than not your average Green Lantern corps member will travel at top speed and let the most powerful weapon in the cosmos do its thing. The rings target the willful, so often most Green Lantern’s will move first with blunt force and let the ring cover any shortcomings.

It’s almost like they’ve never sat on a tarmac whilst mechanics make the preliminary modifications they’ve recommended.

A lot can be learned from sitting back and waiting. If Hal were honest he didn’t particularly like it either. It didn’t FEEL natural. But he’d long had the benefits instilled in him regardless.

<“Alms..?”> A hollow coin rattled. A vestigial limb waved in tired appreciation.

Aphalaxia IV. A poor world which was moving towards isolationism. Well… global election pending, but the trends were certainly there. Hard to argue with their decision there either. They’d been exploited by every single interplanetary relationship, and certainly by the Green Lantern Corps. Aphalaxia IV was on the boundary between 4 different Green Lantern sectors, and due to it’s circumtriple orbit of three different stars, it had found itself paying protection money to multiple Green Lanterns.

The carcass had been picked clean.

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T A L K A T I V E T A W N Y E S Q .
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C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:

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<sup>“There is no animal as dangerous as a wounded tiger.” - West Bengal Chief Minister Mamata Banerjee

"There is no client as scary as an innocent man." - Michael Connolly, The Lincoln Lawyer</sup>

Tawky Tawny started life as an ordinary tiger cub, in a jungle in South Asia. When he was still very young, his mother was killed by a big game hunter. The cub was found and befriended by a schoolteacher, and Mr. Tawny grew up in their house. After one year of elementary schooling functioning as something of a "class pet", Tawny had grown too big to be allowed inside the little schoolhouse in the jungle, but he remained something of a mascot, quietly sitting outside all day, as if listening, and schoolchildren would often ride and romp around the school on his back.

One day another tiger came to the area and killed some of the Natives, who blamed Mr. Tawny and beat a path to the school's door. Tawny escaped into the the jungle with the aid of the schoolteacher, where Captain Marvel overheard the commotion from flying above. Using the Wisdom of Solomon, Captain Marvel whisked the tiger away to the sanctuary of the Rock of Eternity, where he wished wished out loud that Tawny could talk. At that moment, the wizard Shazam announced that if it were truly required, such a wish could indeed be fulfilled, but that as with all things would come a price. With a bowl of liquid, a mystical serum for energizing an animal's brain and enabling it to use its vocal chords for speech. He placed it in front of Tawny, who lapped it up, and was now very pleased to find himself able to speak. Captain Marvel returned to the village with the tiger now able to provide his own defense. However, hearing a tiger claim he didn't kill and eat someone was evidently no more believable than if the tiger hadn't been able to speak in the first place. Mr Tawny was left with little recourse, he assured the villagers that he could find the one responsible for the deaths. His nose leading the way, Tawny tracked down the new tiger and fought him to submission. Tawny then pointed to the paw and track markings of the other tiger, which matched those left by the killer. The natives agreed that Tawny was innocent.

And summarily killed the other tiger with clubs and spears, right in front of Mr Tawny.

Mr Tawny decided at this point that this was bound to happen again, and that America seemed a far mre suitable for a civilised tiger, such as he.

One Captain Marvel flight later, and Mr Tawny was in Fawcett City, a fine location for a tiger trying to find his way. Assisting Captain Marvel in numerous ways, he became such a friend and revered member of 'The Marvel Family', that when he expressed disappointment in not being a U.S. Citizen, the Mayor of Fawcett City himself pulled strings to ensure that Tawky Tawny be allowed to sit for the citizenship test - passing it with flying colours.

When asked by the Mayor at his Citizenship ceremony, what he'd first like to do as an American citizen, he said he'd like to watch a baseball game with his good friend Captain Marvel and then get to work preparing to take the BAR exam.

For Mr Tawny had never forgotten that fear of persecution he experienced as a young tiger, years before.

Tawky Tawny had a specific set of skills, and a hunger for justice.

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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Mr Tawky Tawny evaded persecution himself, and combined with seeing himself as a very sophisticated tiger, he has developed a newfound appreciation for the law since the magic of the wizard Shazam.

As for Detective Chimp's own motivations, in terms of why he chooses to work for Mr Tawny despite appearing to not like him very much... well, that will all come out in the wash.

We'll be telling legal fiction stories in a superhero setting with an 'odd couple' tiger and chimpanzee. I'm really not sure how much more selling this concept really needs.

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

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Detective Bobo T. Chimpanzee - Call him 'Detective Chimp', he is Mr Tawny's Private Investigator. He does not respond to his given name, and will use threats to fling something Mr Tawny really doesn't want to know about if this rule is broken. Drinks heavily. Smokes. Always takes off Veterans Day as a personal work holiday, where he goes drinking with someone called 'Rex the Wonderdog' according to his calendar. Once let slip about a place called the 'Bureau of Amplified Animals', but has never referred to it again and won't answer to questions about it. Is extremely cagey with his past, but incredibly competent at his job, if a little socially maladjusted towards Talky Tawny himself.


Mary Batson - Operates as Tawky Tawny's legal secretary both to help out their good friend and "because Gee Golly, I have to check out the big smoke!". The Superheroine who also turns into the female Captain Marvel upon speaking the name of the wizard Shazam, and is a somewhat naive, yet eager helper at Tawky Tawny's legal office.

S A M P L E P O S T:

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“No. It’s not a criminal offense… HOWEVER if you don’t pay your tickets, like I said before, they CAN issue a warrant for your arrest. You need to pay your tickets.” Mr Tawny said, leaning back in his chair.

“But I don’t want to.” His client folded her arms.

“You don’t want to go to court over this. Any judge who has to handle this in a court setting is already going to be irritated that it got this far.”

“I don’t care. How did they even know it was me?”

Tawky Tawny sighed deeply.

“Call it police intuition.” Detective Chimp called out, whilst sitting upside down emptying the contents of a flask into his mouth, balancing his deerstalker hat on one of his feet with his tail.

The client went to reply before Mr Tawny replied, “If you’ll forgive my Investigator’s abruptness, I believe he’s referring to the fact that there aren’t too many people using a literal rocket as their preferred mode of transport, even in Metropolis.”

Roxy Rocket pouted. “But it’s not even registered or insured to me…”

“Mmmm. Didn’t hear that.” Mr Tawny muttered, swiveling his chair and fiddling with the blinds.

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

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Posts pending.

[Lord Wraith]

@Hound55 is out here giving the people what they want.

[Roman]

Oh, so Hound gets to play a talking tiger AND a talking monkey, but a talking hedgehog is right out just because he's blue and enjoys light jogging?

The favouritism in this place is disgusting.

[Lord Wraith]

Oh, so Hound gets to play a talking tiger AND a talking monkey, but a talking hedgehog is right out just because he's blue and enjoys light jogging?

The favouritism in this place is disgusting.

@Roman

Have you considered a talking hammer wielding frog?