[OOC] DC Universe: Gods Among Us (Always Open)

[Lord Wraith]

@GreenGrenade

Spoilers Maybe?

It was good but Barry jumping into the blackhole really reminded me of Clark jumping into the super tornado to save Lana at the end of Smallville's first season.

[An Outsider]

@Lord Wraith I agree with everything you just said (except for iZombie, I haven't gotten to watching it yet). And how about that season finale? I'm telling you, no TV show has ever gotten me as close to tears as this one. The acting in that episode was top-notch.

@GreenGrenade

I agree whole heartedly with that. Tom Cavanagh knocked it out of the park every time he appeared on screen.

[Lord Wraith]

Well I've finished my backstory, now onto everything else haha.

@GreenGrenade,@Vandy I'm moving this weekend and won't have internet installed until Wednesday evening just to give everyone a heads up. In the event I do not finish my CS by tomorrow I'm going to save it to my laptop and work away at it offline so it should be ready for Wednesday at the latest. Should I finish it before hand, I may be able to upload it from my work on my lunch.

[Weird Tales]

I'm interested in Gods and Monsters Chronicles, it looks awesome and very fresh. I love it that they made wonder woman a New God instead of an Amazon. They need more love and exposure.

[Lord Wraith]

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I agree whole heartedly with that. Tom Cavanagh knocked it out of the park every time he appeared on screen.

@BlackSam3091

Yeah definitely one of the strongest actors on the cast.

Hider

Hoping that the 'real' Harrison Wells is a part of Season 2 if the timeline is changed by Barry jumping through the blackhole. That way they can keep Tom Cavanagh at least.

[An Outsider]

Yeah definitely one of the strongest actors on the cast.

Hider

Hoping that the 'real' Harrison Wells is a part of Season 2 if the timeline is changed by Barry jumping through the blackhole. That way they can keep Tom Cavanagh at least.

@Lord Wraith

This is so clandestine!

I kinda figured that Rip Hunter and the legends of tomorrow (*SIGH* What a ridiculous sounding title) would screw around with the timeline, and Cavanagh would end up being resurrected cause of that.

[Xtreme]

Not finished obviously but I wanted to get what I had up just so you guys had an idea. I'll keep editing over the next day or so, should be finished by the weekend



Name:
Alec Holland

Alias:
Swamp Thing

Origin:

Boy Tsigane de la Louisiane (Gypsy Boy of Louisiana)

Alec Holland was born in New Orleans, Louisiana. He was not planned. Alec’s mother and father were acts at a travelling carnival, they had zero notions of planting roots anywhere, they were gypsies and having a child was not what they wanted. However neither had it in them to abort the child, so on the morning of his birth, a child was placed on the edge of the bayou and left with only a name badge; Alec Holland. Found and raised by a swamp dwelling “witch”, Alec grew with very little contact with the outside world of the bayou other than from television or when his mother sent him out into the quarter to fetch her supplies. Over the years his face became known but not his name and in and around New Orleans, the blonde haired blue eyed rascal came to be known as “Boy Tsigane” or “Gypsy Boy”. Throughout his childhood, Alec began to have a fondness for plant life and nature. Being raised away from normal society was the catalyst for this love. Young Alec would spend hours upon hours in the swamp, unaware of how big a part it would play in his future.

Le lieu au-delà du Marais (The Place Beyond the Swamp)


(Alec Holland)

A second love of young man’s life was his moto bike. Enamoured with everything from the sound of the engine to the touch of the steel on the body, he love dit wholeheartedly. When his mother was dying of cancer, she often told stories to Alec of when she was a young girl about how one night during a massive thunder storm, she got caught out in it and became lost. Alone and frightened, she saw a light and followed to « a place beyond the swamp. A magical, wonderful place » she hoped that Alec would find his way there one day. Upon her death, seventeen year old Alec climbed onto his bike and took off. The Bayou wasn’t the place for him anymore.
After touring the country on his bike, Alec finally decided to turn his love of nature into a career, becoming an enviormental expert, mountaineer and explorer. Alec travelled not only the USA but the world, taking his bike with him wherever he could (except when he climbed the likes of Everest aged just 19). He had become the Gypsy Boy once more.

Racines de plantation (Planting Roots)


(Alec and Abigail)

After several years of riding the roads, climbing mountains and traversing sees, Alec returned to Louisiana. Looking to relax after a few hectic years of extreme sports and normal adventures, he took a job as a gardener for the wealthy Arcane family. Alex thought it would be a relaxing gig. He only had to work a couple of hours every morning, then he could get on his bike and ride the roads at night. It was supposed to be relaxing but it was oh so far from it. Upon their first meeting, Alec did not trust his new boss Anton Arcane, he was for the lack of a better term « creepy little bastard » who had made a fortune out of science experiments. Two weeks after Alec started ,a second visitor arrived at the plantation, Abigail Arcane , Anton’s daughter. And thus of course, an ill fated romance began. One would not think that these two lovers were made for each other. Alec was a crude, rude and tattooed rider, Abby was a prim and proper princess. What drew the two together was their love of plant life, a love that evolved to one for each other. For them, it was like catching lightning in a bottle. The two eventually married and settled in a small cottage just outside the bayou where Alec had grown up. Not long after, Abby gave birth to a baby girl, Tefe.

La Mort de Alec Holland (The Death of Alec Holland)


(Alec, Abigail and Tefe, three hours before his death)

With the birth of Tefe; everything seemed to be perfect for the new Holland family. Sadly, Anton Arcane had finally had enough of this outsider ruining his family, his life’s work. Anton had spent the better part of his life trying to tap into something called The Black; an elemental force strongly ascociated with decay, rot and death. Believing he had finally found a way to tap into the Black, Anton began machinations that change the course of fate forever. Asking his son William to take Abby and Tefe out for the night, Anton approached the Holland home in the dead of the evening and knocked on the door. When Alec opened, the elder Arcane shot the young gardener point blank in the chest. He then quickly doused the two of them in a formula of his own making and set the house ablaze. Both men were engulfed in fire and Anton could feel himself being pulled into the Black. Alec with what little strength he still had in his dying body, smashed Anton in the face with a framed picture of his young family and fled the house. His body still alight from Anton’s ritual, Alec fell into the nearby swamp and his heart beat its final beat.

L 'avatar du Vert (The Avatar of the Green)

In the moment of his last breath, Alec awoke in an ethereal place, a green place. Was this The Place Beyond the Swamp his mother had told him about all those years ago? Entranced by the mystical elements that now surrounded him, Alec was told that he had been chosen by fate to become a champion of Earth, an avatar of the parliament of trees. Without really being given a choice, Alec was imbued with the magical properties of all of Earth’s plant life, becoming the living breathing embodiment of nature. Emerging from the bayou changed, Alec had become encased in thick vegetation, he could not vocalise his words and he had knowledge of strange magics and ancient ways.

Despite a new duty to the world, all Alec wanted was to see his wife and daughter, rushing to his home, Alec was shocked to discover that his modest little house was now an auto shop. Scaring away the mechanic with his terrifying appearance, the creature searched for answers, discovering the date; 2016. It had been twenty years?! How was that possible? He could only have been gone two hours! Despondent, Alec moped around the garage that was once his home and the swamps that had created him, stories starting around New Orleans and eventually crossing the country about the mythical Swamp Thing. In a moment of true peace, the Swamp thing reverted back to Alec Holland and came to a sudden realisation, his old life was gone and now he had a second chance, it was time to make the most of it. Finding his old bike at a garage sale, Alec took to the road and became the Gypsy Boy once more, his goal? Serve the Parliament of Trees where necessary but in reality, get back that which he had lost; his family.

Attributes:
Unique Physiology: As the Avatar of the Green, the Swamp Thing's body is composed of plant-based stem cells that are capable of forming into any form of plant life imaginable.[7]

Elemental Control: As the Avatar of the Green, Swamp Thing has complete control over plant life.

Chlorokinesis

Self-Sustenance: The ability to nourish oneself, typically via an external energy source. In Swamp Thing's case, likely through a form of photosynthesis.

Superhuman Strength: The Swamp Thing's strength level is directly tied to his connection to the Earth. Occupying his most commonly used body, the Swamp Thing is capable of lifting volumes of mass many times greater than his own body weight. With additional power supplied to him by The Green, his ultimate strength level is nearly incalculable

Botany: Alec is an expert in botany and vegetation with an expansive knowledge of plant life, fauna and fungi.

Skilled Motorcyclist: A daredevil of the highest calibre, if he wasn’t so interested in nature there would no doubt that Alec would either have been a rider or a stuntman.

Hand to Hand Combat: Although never trained, Alec can definitely hold his own in a fight.

Survival Tactics: Before becoming the Swamp Thing, Alec was a well-known mountaineer, explorer and adventure who would often head out on his own to some of the most dangerous locations on the planet, so he is well versed in how to survive in the wild.

Bilingual: Alec is fluent in French.

Stomping Grounds:
- New Orleans, Louisiana
- The Arcane Plantation
- The Bayou
- The Open Road

People of Note:

Friends/Allies
Abigail Holland: Alec’s great love. He has searched all over that internet thing to finds her but he cannot. He must find out where she is, even if they never speak, he must see her, one last time.

Tefe Holland: Alec’s daughter with Abigail, now 21, studying botany in college and dating some fool called Buddy Baker (according to something called Facebook, Alec isn’t exactly sure what that is). He would love to re-connect with her but finding a way to say “Hi, I’m your father. I know I look twenty seven and I’ve been dead for twenty years but you know, here I am” is a difficult task.

Chester Williams: A kid of out of time much like Alec, Chester is a wannabe hippy biker whom Alec met upon his return to the land of the living. Initially terrified of the Swamp Thing but eventually after discovering his human nature (and his ability to grow hallucinogenic herbs), Chester became his first confidant.

Buddy Baker: Some wannnabe rockstar dating Tefe; oh Alec really wanted to meet this butthead.

Alex Olsen: The first Swamp Thing in the 1930’s and a direct ancestor of Alec Holland, it seemed the poison of the bayou ran deep in that family. Now the avatar used by the parlimant of trees to communicate with Alec, he acts as his guide and mentor; fun fact, nobody else can see him.

John Constantine: A potential ally Alec has heard about through the grapevine.

Enemies
Anton Arcane/The Rot: Abigail’s father and a right creepy bastard. The very definition of a mad scientist, Anton’s obsession with sorcery vs science was what created the Swamp Thing. Vanishing on the night of the Holland Cottage fire, no one has seen or heard from Anton since. Unbeknownst, he had gone through his own transformation and is ready to finally reveal himself.

Jason Woodrue/The Floronic Man: Once an ambitious young scientist, an ill fated apprenticeship with Anton Arcane led to a similar obsession with the elemental forces of the universe. Imbued with the power of The Green, The Floronic Man began a quest to build an army of followers to await his masters return.

Cyrus Gold/Solomon Grundy: The Avatar of the Grey and the flip side of Alec’s coin. Both hulking beasts sworn to do a duty. The two have clashed several times but Alec can never bring himself to end Solomon as he always come back inside that shell of a monster is an innocent, broken and lonely man.

Avery Sunderland: Head of the Sunderland Corporation and a research scientist; Sunderland had become obsessed with discovering the true nature of the Swamp Thing. With a private army and a limitless budget at his disposal, he will stop at nothing to get to the truth.

Character Goals:
Swamp Thing I believe is a character that does not get the love he deserves in the rp community, hence why I de decided why he was right for this roleplay. My version of Alec is a man out of time, searching for the family he never really had a chance to get to know, while forcibly bound to become a terrifying creature by the powers that be. He's fighting for control of his life. I see him very much like Bill Bixby's David Banner in the old Hulk TV Show. Drifting from town to town, searching for something, something that can save him.

Sample Post:
Pulling one hand from the warmth of a pocket, long standing detective Darryl Frye squats down to grab the dead girls chin, pushing the head slowly to the left side until the wounds that were once hidden becomes visible as two small, ovate holes in the right temple ooze red and white. “Ain’t she pretty?” A young officer, clad in a black leather jacket and converse shoes watched as the February sun set onto the still warm body and blood leaked into the pale grass. “Two puncture wounds to the head, no other signs of trauma or struggle. This definitely wasn’t some random act of violence, this, Harrper was an execution. You know, if Corrigan was still here, he’d have this solved in five minutes” It was painfully obvious to anyone watching that the younger detective, Harper, was sick of hearing about this Corrigan fellow. As the two officers chatted casually over the body, the piercing blue eyes of Alec Holland narrowed. He stood in the gathered crowd, listening and watching. He certainly wasn’t in the swamp anymore. He gazed at the body; a sparkle of gold, a trail of pollen. They couldn’t see it but he could.

Leaving the crowd, Alec subtly followed the pollen trail. It was unusual for such high traces be in the air at this time of year but here it was, like breadcrumbs. Holland would find the girls killer and when he did, he would be the judge, the jury and the executioner; this was the right given to him by the parliament of trees. They had chosen him. Not that it was what he wanted but you can’t fight fate. Alec had been in Gotham for just over three weeks. He doesn’t plan on staying much longer. He just needed to stay until he had enough cash to move on; being dead for twenty years doesn’t help a man’s financial situation.

A heartbeat. That’s all he needed. Alec had spent months honing his newfound talents. He had learned to read a heartbeat, even identify its owner from the rhythm of the beats. Walking the downtrodden neon streets of the Bowery, he could hear everyone. Those that were lost, those that did not want to be found, those preparing to, those that were and those that had committed terrible, unforgiving acts. The vapour trail lead Holland to a familiar place, one he had come to know over his time in the dark city….Of course, it all made sense now.

When he had first arrived in Gotham, Alec had managed to very swiftly gain some employment at a store in the Bowery. At first it was just watering plants but the owner Raf; he didn’t seem much like the gardening type. Sure enough, he soon revealed why he had really hired Alec; to take care of some rivals. Since resurrecting from the dead, Holland’s view point of right and wrong had become very skewed. Now in his mind, if the Green deemed a man evil enough, the Swamp Thing would take care of it. Dispatching the Kush’s was not an issue. Now there was a new target on the Green’s list and Alec knew what he had to do, what the parliament was asking him to do, the question was, did he have the balls to do it?

Before leaving Gotham, Alec had one last bit of business to take care of at Raf’s flower shop. The place was all but empty except for one other man; an Middle eastern male sitting in the centre of the room. Alec took a seat opposite him and the two men sat in silence for at least a minute. “Is it done?” The man asked placing a roll of cash on the table. Alec’s electric eyes never moved from the flower man’s face. “I told you I’d do it didn’t I?” The gypsy responded in kind. “I always keep my word, Raf. The Kush brothers will not be bothering you again” The man now identified as Raf broke his stoney faced façade to breathe a great sigh if relief. “And me? You said you would not let me come to harm at his or his thugs hands” Alec placed his hand on top of Raf’s and gave him a subtle smile. “I did” Raf removed his hand, allowing the gypsy boy to pick up the money that had been beneath it. Alec stood up and placed the dollars in his pocket. “I gave you my word that you would come under no harm by their hand. I said nothing, about harm under my own” Raf began to feel a burning sensation in his hand, his throat tightening. “I normally don’t particularly care for what my employers do, but you Raf, spend your days turning young children into your personal sex slaves and then discarding them like they were trash. That is one thing, I cannot let lie” Every word Alec spoke was deliberate, calm and with class. “The poison that I just introduced into your system acts fast, so you’ll die quick. Your lungs will close, your blood will boil and eventually your brain will shut down. You have maybe a minute, probably less. Your heartbeat betrays you. The Parliament of trees has judged you and I have just executed you”

[Enarr]

The formatting here is downright seductive. I have very limited opportunity for posting... hmmm

[GreenGrenade]

The formatting here is downright seductive. I have very limited opportunity for posting... hmmm

@Nightrunner

That's fine. When I launch the IC, I'm going to be fairly loose on posting schedules. As long as you can post once every two weeks, you'll be fine. Is there any specific character you're thinking of?

@Xtreme, looking great. Keep it coming!

@Hillan, how's Question going?

[Byrd Man]

Name:
Bobo T. Chimpanzee

Alias:
Detective Chimp

Origin:

TL;DR, "Homeboy is a talking chimp."

Originally a chimp from equatorial Africa, Detective Chimp was taken from his home by circus owner Fredrick Thorpe, who named him Bobo. Thrope taught Bobo sign language and a routine of rudimentary answers to pre-determined questions. Labeled "Bob the Detective Chimp," the act was a hit across the country. During a road trip through Florida, the circus convoy was involved in a freeway pileup that overturned cars and set animals free. Bobo was among those that fled into the woods in the confusion. After weeks in the wilderness, the chimp discovered a strange pool near the everglades. This pool was revealed to be the long sought after Fountain of Youth. Bobo drank from it and discovered its side effects immediately. His intelligence skyrocketed to genius human levels. With his new intellect, he found his way back to civilization and Thrope's circus. It was soon discovered that Bobo could, in fact, speak and no longer needed sign language.

Bobo's new abilities led to a boom in the act with people everywhere flocking to see the genius chimp. In San Francisco, Bobo found his calling. During a routine show, Bobo was able to deduce that an audience member had murdered his wife. The sensation of the story led to more headlines for Bobo and his eventual falling out with Thorpe. He left the circus and, after drifting through the country, became the world's first chimp private eye.

Attributes:
DC has the physical characteristics of a normal chimpanzee. Intelligence wise, he is one of the world's greatest detectives with a genius-level intellect and mastery of over a dozen languages.

Stomping Grounds:

Opal City

A mid-sized metropolis in Pennsylvania, Opal City is a very blue collar town that Detective Chimp uses as his base of operations. As part of the Rust Belt, Opal is dealing with a lack of industrial jobs as more and more manufacturing goes abroad. High unemployment and suburban flight has led to urban decay throughout the city. On top of that, an apathetic police force has given way to more corruption and disconnect from the people they have sworn to protect.

People of Note:

Effie Peters - Detective Chimp's secretary/Girl Friday

Effie assists Bobo through his cases during the day while she attends law school at night

Jake Lonnegan - A short-con grifter operating in Opal City

Jake is a long-time pro in the Opal City area and acts as an informant and occasional helper for Bobo when the job calls for it.

Sgt. Florence Marlowe - Squad Seargant, Opal City PD

Sgt. Marlowe is a squad supervisor in OCPD's Major Crimes Squad and works/competes with Bobo on cases.

Character Goals:

I just want to do hoodrat stuff with my friends. I'd also like to be a talking chimp detective.

Sample Post:

Opal City, PA
5:21 AM

A grouping of three police cars made a semi-circle around the dead-end alley. Their lights flashed, bouncing off the brick walls of the alley and creating a strobing aura of red and blue lights in the predawn morning. Two cops drank lukewarm coffee out of paper cups while a third stood nearby a tarp covered body.

A pink sedan pulled up beside the cop cars and came to a stop, the brakes squealing. A young, dark-haired woman in a pants suit got out of the driver side. The two cops behind the crime scene tape perked up... until they saw the car's passenger get out.

"They sent you, huh?" one of the cops said with an arched eyebrow.

Walking towards the two police officers was a chimp dressed in a t-shirt and jeans, wearing a plaid coat and a deerstalker cap. A cigarette dangled from his lips. The chimp smiled at the cops and exhaled smoke into the air.

"Yes," said Bobo, the world's first and only chimp detective. "I guess your bosses don't trust your homicide boys.

"Who's the girl?" one of the cops asked, nodding towards the girl.

"This is my friend and associate, Ms. Peters."

"Friend? Since when do you have friends?" the other cop asked. "Oh, my god... is this your idea of a date?"

"What? No," stammered Effie Peters. "You think we're....no...I mean," she quickly looked down at Bobo and turned a shade of red. "Not that there's anything wrong with that."

Bobo shook his head and walked past the two cops. He flicked his cigarette across the alley before crossing into the crime scene. He easily walking under the yellow crime scene tape without needing to duck and reached into his jacket for a pair of white latex gloves. They snapped on with a pop and Bobo approached the body. The third cop gave him a nod and backed up while the chimp went to work. Effie stood by, notebook in hand, while Bobo pulled back the tarp to reveal the dead body.

The victim in question was a man, late middle-age and clothed in a white shirt and gray trousers. Bobo leaned forward and took the corpse's face into his hands. He leaned forward and looked closely at the body's red cheeks and nose. He took a small mental snapshot of the bruises around the neck, deep purple verging on black and all the way around the neck, before moving down to the shirt.

Pinned to the shirt was a white piece of paper with a single number typed on to it.

4

Bobo took note of the gut and looked at the belt and pants. The pants appeared to be in good shape, a spot of fresh mud on the right kneecap. He dabbed a finger in the mud and rubbed it between his latex-covered fingers. Rolling up the pants leg, he examined the veins of victim's legs before going up to the hands and the man's scarred knuckles.

Bobo stood and looked at Effie as the two cops strolled over to see what was going on.

"Are you ready to take notes, Effie?"

"Go for it."

"The victim is approximately fifty-five years old, the cut of his clothing indicates he's wearing a uniform from work. He has varicose veins, which means he did a lot of standing. He's more than likely currently employed as a security guard, but he's only been doing it a few years. No security guard has scarred knuckles like that. His age, coupled with the bloated and red face implies he's a heavy drinker. Only one job I can think of where one can be a functioning alcoholic and still be paid."

"Detective Chimp?" Effie asked with a smirk.

"Police. Our man was a former cop. The cause of death is strangulation. Someone at least 6'4 had to get behind with him with a cord to make those exact marks. The mud on his pants isn't consistent with what you find around here. The mud looks more like the mud you find out by the Three Rivers area. He probably worked for a business in that area."

"What about the note?" one of the cops asked.

"...Seriously? I have to explain that to you? My God, Jones....I would think OCPD would make sure all their officers had a functioning brain."

"On with it," one of them said curtly.

"Well...let me say this much...the sooner you find out who and this man worked with as a cop, the sooner you can find the next victims."

"The next victims?"

"Yes, the note is a warning. The countdown has started. Three more murders will follow if we don't hurry up. This is the first sign, the sign of the four."

[Weird Tales]

Holy shit this series is fucking good! It's short, but it is so full of emotion and sadness. I can't wait for Season 2.

[Hillan]

@Hillan, how's Question going?

@GreenGrenade

He's doing fine, working away. Everything but backstory should be about done.

[Lord Wraith]

Woot Byrd Man is here!

[GreenGrenade]

@Byrd Man, Detective Chimp is accepted. Post him in the characters tab when you're ready.

[Dblade26]

@Byrd Man, Detective Chimp is accepted. Post him in the characters tab when you're ready.

@GreenGrenade

Byrd, I know we don't know each other well if at all, but if you'd do me the dubious honor of at some point having Detective Chimp team up with Batman to solve mysteries, it'd make my day.

[GreenGrenade]

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Byrd, I know we don't know each other well if at all, but if you'd do me the dubious honor of at some point having Detective Chimp team up with Batman to solve mysteries, it'd make my day.

@Dblade26

I would read this collab so hard.

EDIT: Also, speaking of collabs, I've been thinking of starting up a Titanpad to allow us to brainstorm and write together with much more ease

[Hillan]

... Any chance there's room for a third detective in that team-up?

[Dblade26]

If you mean The Question, I was already planning on having Batman work with him, obviously.

[Byrd Man]

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Byrd, I know we don't know each other well if at all, but if you'd do me the dubious honor of at some point having Detective Chimp team up with Batman to solve mysteries, it'd make my day.

@Dblade26

Sounds like a plan to me.

[Hillan]

If you mean The Question, I was already planning on having Batman work with him, obviously.

@Dblade26

Obviously.

Speaking of which, Here comes my W.I.P For Q.

The Question

Name:

Victor Sage

Went through your trash? Don't flatter yourself. I go through everyone's trash.

Alias:

There is always an answer.

The Question
Charles Victor Szasz

Origin:

There's nothing sorrier and sadder than a monster, is there? Let's just say it's something I learned in high school.

Early days – Charles Szasz.
Charles Victor Szasz was a orphan from the start, his parents dying in a car crash when he was only a few months old. He was raised in a catholic orphanage where he was taught the ways of God. Ways that he in his childhood practically spat on. He was bullied by the other orphans at the orphanage, he was beaten, made fun off, spit at and pissed on. Till he finally had enough and took a glass jar and bashed it against one of the bullies skulls.

In his teenage years he attended school at Julius Caesar High in Hub City. In his first two years he was bullied again, just like in the orphanage. But this time he didn't snap, but instead changed schools. He changed to Washington High in Chicago. There his genuis began to flourish, scoring off the charts on every test. Being the champion in both Boxing and Wrestling in his senior year, as well as being performing well in both track running and in gymnastics. Charles would decide to go to Journalism College in Metropolis.

Birth of Vic Sage
Charles attended Metropolis University where he in his second year met Lois Lane, whom he broke a story with for one of their journalism classes. Following that they had a short lived romance ending with Lois dumping Charles like the other mere mortals she had dated in her past. Charles was very inspired by Perry White, whom Charles interviewed for a project in his second year. Perry told Charles that to be a good reporter you had to be ruthless and unaffected by your emotions. To always get the story.

He was also one of the first people who commented on Charles's very odd last name. One of the things Charles had been picked on for ever since he was young. So when he graduated from college after his three year degree he would legally change his name to Victor Sage. Becoming a journalist in Hub City he would write quite a few expose's before he would go on to become a Newsanchor for Channel 9 News.

He who asks the right Questions will find the answers.

Attributes:

Oh, hell. I hate it when I have to beat up the good guys.

• Peak Human Condition
• Boxing, Wrestling and Kung Fu taught to him by Richard Dragon.
• Agile, quick and capable of free running and advanced gymnastic manouvers.
• Unmatched pattern recognition.
• Interrogation and intimidation skills similar to that of the Batman, aided by the (Mostly untrue) rumors of his insanity.
• Espionage, Vic is a excellent Journalist and thanks to his investigative journalism-skills he is a skilled detective and spy.
• Grey-Scale Morales. Believing himself to be objectively right, or always striving to be objectively right.

Stomping Grounds:

Congratulations, Vic. I don't think you have a single friend left in this town.

The Question roams wherever the clues leads him. Wherever there's a conspiracy to be discovered you know that he's gonna be there sooner or later.

Hub City

Gotham City

Metropolis

Chicago

People of Note:

I'm nobody's damn hero. Not anymore

Character Goals:

Rorschach sucks

What do you want to achieve with this character? On what sort of journey do you want to take them? List what story arcs you have in mind for the character. Explain your goal, convince me that you’ll be an active player. I want people with the motive to really make this RP thrive through great storytelling.

Sample Post:

The plastic tips at the ends of shoelaces are called aglets. Their true purpose is sinister.

The rain was pelting against the warehouse roof, the wind was blowing up waves in the harbor, the echo of the waves crashing outside could be heard inside of the steel walls. Inside of the warehouse about 15 men were stationed. Half of them were carrying boxes, while the other half were keeping watch, armed to their teeth with assault rifles and shotguns. The warehouse had several rooms, hallways leading between them. It was one of these a young gangbanger by the name of Rick Johnson walked, his combat boot clad feet stomping against the ground, as he let go of his rifle and dug into his pocket, trying to get out a cigarette to smoke. He put the nicotine stick to his lips, and lit it up using a zippo lighter from his breast pocket.

As he did, he felt a light thud on his shoulder, turning around he saw a blue streak flash before his eyes before he felt a powerful blow hit his jaw and then his sight went black and he was knocked to the floor, unconscious. His knocked out body was dragged away, leaving only the lighter in the dim hallway, still burning.

Two more armed thugs were wandering the halls, their attention being drawn towards the sound of someone singing in the distance. “ I could take you places you'd never been before.. I've got money in my pocket I'd like to blow... On you. ” The tones were pitch perfect, sung in a baritone voice, and much slower than they were suppose to be.

The two thugs nodded towards the direction, readied their guns and threw away the cigarettes they were smoking. ”I'd like to be... Everything you want. Hey girl, lemme talk to you' “
“The fuck's that?” One of the two thugs asked, other one shook his head. “Think Rick lost his mind?”

As they rounded the corner, they saw the zippo lighter standing on the floor, still burning. “What the hell' is this?” They walked towards it, one of them picking it up and held it for a second, when suddenly the light flickered, and from above them in the ceiling the blue figure descended, as he fell he grabbed the thug's rifle by the barrel and yanked it forward, the strap around his neck forcing him off balance. As he stumbled forward he was met by a blue-clad knee to the face, and then being grabbed by his shoulders and tossed into the wall on the side. The second thug could now see the opponent's face clearly. He had no face. He screamed but his cries were cut short by a punch to his windpipe followed by a roundhouse kick.

But his scream was enough to call for backup. The vigilante could hear shouts coming from down the hall, and he scoffed, still humming the pop song on his mind, his hand leaning the back of his shirt, where he kept his weapon of choice. His crowbar. Dragging it up from it's belt the 40 CM tall piece of metal twirled in his hand like it was a sword and he was a samurai.

Waiting for the next thug to walk around the corner, he readied his weapon. And as soon as he was in eyesight he smacked the wind out of the thug, dashing up onto the wall he dodged a hail of bullets from the coming four thugs. A flip after four steps on the wall sent him behind the group, able to swiftly send a kick into the fifth thug's back, forcing him to stumble into his colleges, stopping them from putting holes in the suit jacket of the faceless vigilante.

In a matter of moments all five of the thugs were knocked unconscious. Two of them had dislocated shoulders, other had bone sticking out of his knee, and the other two were laid on top of each other with several teeth knocked out. Like a pop-addicted Gordon Freeman, the suit clad vigilante continued on, still humming the aged hit song. ” If I was your boyfriend, I'd never let you go. I'd keep you on my arm girl, never let you go. ”

Swag, swag.

He headed down to the storage area, where there was no more armed thugs, only a dousing or so of workers, and the boss of this operation stood there, rolling a joint, by the looks of things, however he was interrupted by the appearance of the vigilante. He was a ruthless killer named Miguel Sanguires, former hitman for the cartel “Who the hell is this Puto?” Miguel asked, looking at crowbar wielding vigilante. His workers looking scared. And as the vigilante moved they all dissipated and began running away in terror, having heard the stories of the faceless hero of Hub City.
The Vigilante looked up, the dim light hitting his face, showing it's complete lack of features. “That's the question, isn't it?”
Miguel groaned. “Fucking cowards!” He shouted after his men. Miguel was 196 CM tall, muscularly built and wore a green casual military jacket, black combat pants and leather boots. Everything about him was designed to strike fear into his enemies. And yet, The Question stood there, not making a face.

With a roar Miguel charged Q, whom as soon as Miguel was close enough side stepped and hit him in the jaw with the crowbar. Making Miguel skid on the ground. He cursed in spanish, drawing his combat knife and charging at Q again. Q lunged with the crowbar, but Miguel sidestepped and went in for close combat. The two exchanged blows, but after six attempts at stabbing the vigilante, Miguel was disarmed and The Question kicked him into the boxes the workers had been carrying.

Miguel scoffed. “Think you're so fuckin' smart, do you now? Conjo!” Grabbing one of the boxes he broke it open, inside there were syringes with green liquid inside. Venom. Q thought, advancing on Miguel, but before he could make it to finish the thug off, Miguel had already shot him full of the same juice that allowed a man to break the bat. Q leaped about a meter into the air, aiming to bring the crowbar down into Miguel's face with full force, but the Venom had already started affecting him. He grabbed onto the crowbar and snarled. “I'mma break yo' face!” a bunch hitting Q in the cheek, decking him into the ground where he skidded for almost a meter, his hat falling off his head, his black hair being ruffled by the impact.

Miguel charged him, and the two exchanged blows, but with each blow Q parried he could feel himself getting weaker thanks to the power of Miguel's hits. A opening was had, and Q delivered a palm strike to Miguel, making Miguel slide away from Q a few steps. “Grr... DIE!” Miguel shouted, Q leaned down, and as the roided man charged, so did he.

Q aimed for Miguel's legs, and got a hold of them, locking onto his lower torso, and with a heave he lifted Miguel over himself, falling backwards he dropped Miguel on his head onto the cold concrete floor of the warehouse. Climbing back up onto his feet he saw that so was Miguel, Q made a flip backwards, as Miguel was charging towards him. Q kicked him quickly in the kneecap, using the larger man's shoulders to heave himself over him, landing behind him he crescent kicked Miguel whom was turning around, the kick forcing him to face away from Q.

The follow up was another kick to his spine, sending him into the steel railing to the loading docks, one he hit with his face. Knocking him out. Vic let out a sigh of relief as he heard sirens coming outside. He picked up his hat and walked towards Miguel.

“Put that in your pipe and vape it.”