]|IDENTITY| Thomas Wayne Junior/Owlman
| Origin & Backstory | -
Early life
Thomas Wayne Junior was born in Gotham, New Jersey on Earth-3 to Doctor Thomas Wayne and his wife, Martha.
As a child, Thomas was left in the care of Alfred, the butler, while his father, Thomas senior, was in court for his "surgical accidents" and his mother was drinking and running Wayne Enterprises, never seeing her son as anything more than a tax deduction. In the care of Alfred however, Thomas received a classical education and tutoring.
Three years into his life, he became an older brother when Martha had a second child, Bruce, as the result of an affair with Mayor Willis Todd. Nevertheless, the Waynes abandoned their second son as they had the first; leaving Bruce in the care of Alfred alongside Thomas.
Regardless of their negligent parenting, Thomas was sent to Samuel Lane Military Academy. There he learned of a way to channel the anger and resentment that had built up from the abandonment, and here he met Lois Lane, General Sam Lane's adopted daughter. During his time at the academy, he gained a ruthless, driven, nature that would shape him as Owlman, but it also bonded him closer to his brother, Bruce. Thomas often fought off bullies and helped Bruce when he could.
Late into his tenth birthday, Thomas and Bruce were called home to their parents. Immediately they were ushered to society galas and charity balls; but not because their parents wanted them there; rather because children were good publicity. Thomas saw this and used it to his and Bruce's advantage. After the PR events Martha and Thomas Sr would take them to the movies if only to further their good "image." Walking back to the car from one such movie excursion would change Thomas' life forever.
As the Wayne family was returning to the car from a night at the movies, Thomas Sr took a shortcut into an alley in Park Row. All seemed fine until a man stopped them at gunpoint, demanding money. Thomas Senior was weak-willed and began to acquiesce when the man also demanded Martha's pearls as well. The indignant Martha began to yell at their assailant, cursing when the gun went off. Martha was the first to fall, her pearls clinking down, red streaking the immaculate white. Agitated, the man fired again, this time killing Thomas Sr. But that was not the end of this tragedy; As the mugger ran away, he fired blindly, killing Bruce.
As his family lay there dead and he mourned his brother, an owl perched on the branch called out into the night. It spoke to him; and somehow the beginnings of a new mission, a new purpose was born that night. It was a spark he took and blew into a flame.
The intermittent years
During the months after the murder that came to be known as the Crime Alley incident, Thomas spent his time in seclusion, thinking on his family's death and the loss of control he felt. He vowed never again to feel like that.
Six months after his seclusion, he finally went back into the world, but this time he saw Gotham for what it really was: A corrupt city, feeding on the greed of men and women like his mother, indulging in the vices of people like his father. He also turned inwards, discovering the caves beneath his family's manor
Training
Leaving Gotham on his 18th birthday, he sought out the best men and women to further his purpose. The first was a man named simply Sensei. Under Sensei, Thomas learned philosophy and martial arts, coming to realize that justice is a ruse, that the only way to save Gotham is to control it. To control the evil that had taken his brother's life, he must become it. With that realization, he began his martial arts training in earnest.
After two years of his training under Sensei, Thomas left and went to study under a tracker named William Doggett. Under Doggett, he learned how to hunt someone down, as well as how to become a ghost. When he had learned all he could from the bounty hunter, he killed the man. He next spent four years traveling the globe, honing his skills, becoming the man he needed to be.
Origin of the Owl/Year One
Coming home on his 25th birthday, he was greeted by Alfred as well as a hail of press reporters all clamoring to be the harbinger of Thomas Wayne's return.
Almost immediately he began to put his purpose, his plan into motion, converting the caves beneath his home as a base of operations, and setting up a private computer able to tap into any information database and almost any computer feed.
Still, despite his extensive training, he suffered a loss early in his career. Something was missing, something important. But what? That night as he lay there, bruised and bleeding on his chair, an owl spoke to him for the second time in his life; Thus was Owlman born. His first step was to create the suit, and from there, it almost fell into place. The Owlrangs were fashioned, the utility belt equipped.
His first night was by comparison, a failure. His injuries that had inadvertently led to the creation of his alter ego had been mild, but enough to send him home. His debut as Owlman was, by all accounts, inauspicious.
Over the next six months, Owlman fought against organized crime, forcing them to fold into organized crime ruled only by him. The war turned fierce and as Owlman began mounting a body count, The GCPD began to compose a case for the arrest of Owlman. Headed by Gillian Loeb, the Owlman Task Force took over and investigated any Owlman related crime. Nevertheless he remained one step ahead of Loeb whilst making organized crime "organized under me."
Year Two
As year one saw the introduction of Owlman, year two saw the creation of his Rogues; His enemies were like a melange from a children's book, but none were quite so volatile as The Joker. Like his counterpart on the mainstream earth, this Joker is quite literally insane; the antithesis of the control Owlman seeks to impose. As he raced against time to stop Joker from blowing up Wayne Enterprises and much of the surrounding county, Joker managed to escape; Owlman suffered his first real failure and spent the next month tracking him down to rectify it with no avail.
Weeks later, he met Victor Fries and his wife Nora. Nora was the scientist for a company called GothCorp, which was in talks with Wayne Enterprises to become a subsidiary. Victor was dying of an incurable disease and his wife was rapidly reaching her wits' end with her boss, Mr. Boyle, threatening to shut the program down due to the rapid spending. Eventually she fixed upon cryonics as a way to prolong her husband's life. Boyle caught her in the act of freezing Victor and in the ensuing lab accident, Victor was lost and Lady Freeze was born. In his first encounter with her, Owlman nearly died as a result and when they next met he crushed her utterly and sent her to Arkham where she spent the next year fulminating on a way to kill Owlman, seeing him as the only thing between her and Victor.
The next challenge came in the form of Kurt Langstrom. Dr. Langstrom was a bat specialist who came to work for Wayne Enterprises. During his time with the company he would complete a formula that transformed him into Man-Bat; a giant raving monstrosity. For four nights, Owlman clashed with Man-Bat, and on the fifth, he killed Langstrom, viewing it as the only way to eliminate the threat.
Year 3
Year Three began with an explosive start. Joker resurfaced, and blew up the GCPD as a message for Owlman. Thomas answered and tracked Joker down to A particle accelerator facility built outside city limits. Claiming this was their final confrontation, Joker stripped himself of all of his weapons and fought Owlman one on one. During the fight, Joker activated the particle accelerator. Neither man noticed it till the last second and as it detonated, Thomas was activating a sonic weapon.
The resulting vibrational output sent him to our world where he assumed the alias of Lincoln Marsh and set up in a bunker disguised as a shipping container.
| Character Notes | - Is there anything you want to elaborate on? Extra lore for the city you are home to? Notable NPCs?
| Powers & Abilities |
Master Martial Artist: through his training with Sensei and other experts in the field, Thomas is an expert martial artist and master of hand to hand combat
World's Greatest Detective: After Years spent abroad mastering criminology and the investigative arts, Thomas has quite literally the best detective skills on his earth.
Genius Level Intellect: Thomas is exceptionally smart.
Stealth: Ninjutsu has taught him the value of the shadows
| How is this character different? | honestly I pulled inspiration from Forever Evil for his early background, Batman: Year One for how he chooses the moniker of Owlman, but I wanted to add something Geoff Johns never did to N52's Owlman: Depth. Owlman has no motivation in the comics to be Owlman so I gave him one. His mission is similar to Bruce's in that he wants to save Gotham but where he differs is this: he thinks that the only way to save Gotham is to control not just the criminal aspect, but all of it. It, to me is a dark perversion of Bruce's mission: bring it not into the light, but to an equilibrium: not too much good nor too much evil. He's not so much an anti batman as he is a darker batman.
| What is your goal with this character? | to do what Geoff Johns didn't and give this character meaning. He had no reason to be Owlman beyond a vague sense of greed. He is my favorite of the "Anti-Batmen" and the Crime Syndicate.
|Sample Post|
Gotham. Our Earth.
Four hours before the new year.
This is my home now. This Gotham City is different, yet familiar. Crime still ravages it like a plague, a cancer that can't be eradicated. It must be controlled. That is why I sit here, perched atop a building like a gargoyle, waiting for this meeting to take place. The Dimitrovs have suffered heavy losses against Batman, and as such, have taken great pains to hide themselves from him. They can't hide from me.
My name is Thomas Wayne Junior but to Gotham and its social set I am Lincoln Marsh, businessman. To these thugs and Gotham's criminal element I will be known as Owlman.
Time passes, and still the black stretch limos bearing the ruling members still sit beneath the bridge, waiting for their security to be assured. Finally, a break occurs. Two men step out of the limos, both flanked by at least four guards. All of them are armed.
"Father, why do you call me here, so late into the year? I should be at home with my wife and daughter waiting to ring in the new year." The first man to speak is Anatoli Dimitrov, the boss' son. Rumor has it that he only gained his position thanks to nepotism.
"Anatoli. You know why it is we meet like this, so late into the night. The cops cannot hear us beneath the expressway. We are safe to do as we will." Vladimir Ilyich Dimitrov, aging head of the Dimitrov crime family. Their rackets go from murder and extortion to information brokers and car thievery. If there's money to be made, the Dimitrovs have a hand in it.
"True, father, but the Batman-" "Is nothing more than gangland myth." I snort silently. He's real enough, and a problem that might have to be dealt with. With the matter at hand however, I decide it is time to make my move.
Leaping from my perch, the cape behind me extends back in the updraft, slowing me down. I land feet first into one of Anatoli's guards, using his body weight and my momentum as a springboard to launch into my next foe, driving my fist into his face. He goes down, taken out by a fractured jaw. Lashing out behind me I connect a boot to the gut of the guard behind me.
3 down, Five left. I use the cape as a distraction, drawing the attention of the guards who've managed to draw their weapons and fire while readying an owlrang. It snaps open with a metallic ring. Ears perk up, but have little time to react. I sink my weapon into a guard with pinpoint accuracy. He screams and falls, clutching at his leg. Maiming them is the better option here; bodies would draw attention I don't need.
Four down, four left. So far I've been using the element of surprise to throw them off guard, but the ones still standing have time to react. I need to act quickly if I'm to maintain the advantage. Unfortunately I catch a fist across the jaw. Ears are ringing, but it isn't the first hit I've taken. A fist to the gut makes him lose his breath, but he isn't down. An elbow to the head sends him unconscious to the blacktop.
Another one comes up behind me, but now they know it will take a lot to put me down. So they revert to guns. Cold steel touches the back of my cowl. I react instantly, moving to my right, bringing an arm up to deflect the gun, which goes off into his compatriot's shoulder. At the same time I grab his shoulder and heave him behind me, crashing him into the ground. Before he can mount any sort of defense, I pull his elbow back into my knee. A sickening crunch is heard.
Two left. A flicker of my cape and an owlrang appears in each hand. Both find their targets. The fight ends, leaving me standing over a group of unconscious men, and I turn to the father and son. I choose the son, dragging him behind me, ignoring his father's indignant shouts.
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One Hour to midnight.
I pull up to the Kane family estate in a black Savile Row suit and present my invitation to the doorman who promptly shows me in. I take in the brightness of the decor and the luxury of the mansion. It reminds me of my own mansion, and of the Gotham I have irreparably left behind. Like the new year, however, this is a new beginning. A new start for me. As an acquaintance of Phillip Kane, I managed to procure an invitation to the party he has thrown to celebrate the new year. His wife, Bethany, shows me around the socialites, introducing me to her family as "the businessman" in a room full of businessmen and CEOs. To them I am Lincoln Marsh, owner and CEO of Marsh Industries.
Truth be told, the party and its company is rather dull, until Bethany introduces me to a man with the same black hair that I have, albeit blue eyes instead of my green. "Lincoln, this is Bruce Wayne. Bruce, this is Lincoln Marsh."
For a moment I have a look of surprise on my face, albeit one that disappears as quickly as it came. I stick my hand out and smile. It is a smile with none of the rich veneer, but sincerity.
"Good to meet you, Bruce."