[OOC] DC Comics: Shattered Justice

[Sep]

<Snipped quote by Blue Demon>

You ready?

The Dark Knitter

An administrative error at GCPD lockup lands The Knitter in Gotham's very own Arkham Asylum. After two years surrounded by Gotham's worst criminals The Knitter escapes from Arkham a far more dangerous man, determined to exact his revenge on those that once mocked him. All across Gotham dead bodies begin to appear covered in expertly tanned human skin, sewn around its wearer to perfection, all but for the lack of mouth and nose holes.

@Morden Man

Well.

That concept went from joyful and actually somewhat funny and took a turn down the dark and twisted aisle.

[HenryJonesJr]

I'd expect IC to be up late tonight.

[Sep]

I'm actually working on a CS!

[Sep]

Not yet finished, as I don't want to do the whole "Dying" thing yet so I need to figure out what to do in these last six years, as I doubt that Justice League: Dark Justice will exist yet and I don't want to be the one responsible for a team :P

So I'll look more into his stories for one I am willing to fill the gap with (I do know quite a few stories thanks to research (Plus I got some volumes ordered)) which I feel will help establish him but not necessarily stories I want to do IC :P

I might put in some Swamp Thing stories, if that's alright @HenryJonesJr

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John Constantine

| Origin & Backstory |

Childhood - 1981 -> 1994
"When everyone thinks you're crazy, there is only one way out...

John Constantine was born into a normal household in Liverpool in England. His parents were perfectly normal human beings, his Father Thomas was a teacher at a regular high school. His mum worked in an office, living a dreary nine to five job. John however, something was different about John. He's never found out what it is, despite searching. He always felt different, sometimes he could see things that seemed incredibly coincidental based on his thoughts. Adverts, or posters. They all somehow seemed to relate to something that was going on around him, and then he started seeing other things.

Demons, people would change on front of his very eyes into beings not off this world. They were creatures of two worlds, not full beings of hell sent to plague the people of the Earth. Then there were the angels, the ones sent to watch over us. All of it seemed crazy and he couldn't really understand it all. Naturally when he tried to tell people they believed that he was the crazy one and the craziness wasn't with the world. Nobody understood. So like with most things people didn't understand they locked him away in an asylum. They had him tested, poked, prodded and drugged more often than not.

The problem is, the more and more people claimed him to be crazy th emore and more he simply looked for a way out. Naturally there was only one way out.

Two minutes of hell - 1994 -> 1994

What John didn't understand then, is that committing suicide is the ultimate sin. As such his soul was then sent to hell, there was naught but pain and suffering. While he was dead a mere two minutes his rare talent let him retain the memories of his time in hell. The main thing he could remember doing, was the running. What was considered seconds in the physical world transitioned into hours in the land of hell. Minutes turned into days. He could remember the pain and the suffering that existed in the world.

The next world, identical to our own in every way except burning and in ruin. The fires burned him as the smoke and sulfur burned his longs, despite the fact he was already dead. He ran for hours before he was captured by them. The pain, it was more than a single being could gain an entire lifetime and yet it was never ending. Whenever his body got used to the pain it increased in intensity, occasionally it would stop. If only for a moment, only enough time to let his eyes close in an attempt to sleep and then it would begin anew. Then, just as the second day ended. He was torn out of the grasp of the devil himself and back into the world of the living with a start.
New Purpose - 1994 -> 2009

New purpose was given in his life, he had to find his way in life. There was a way to make a difference in this world, and not only that... maybe he could earn his way into heaven after all this time. He was determined not to return to hell, and the best way he could see to do that was to send the half-breed demons back to where they belonged. It wasn't an easy path however, he knew that before getting into it that it could put his life on the line time and time again and with Lucifer sitting waiting to collect his soul... he needed to be careful. He needed to be prepared, so he traveled to Europe to learn the magical arts.

John then decided to head to head for New York in order to try and learn under one of the greatest mages in the world, Nick Necro. For a time, he was a part of something greater. Part of a team, they worked against several smaller demonic threats and cults in New York in an effort to retain the balance that the devils forces seemed to be concerned about less and less everyday. However the Books of Magic, apparently one of the main sources of magic in our realm of existence, began to become an obsession for Nick. As more time passed the more time Nick was devoting to finding the books and ultimate power. It was this obsession that drove Nicks girlfriend Zatanna away from Nick and towards John.

However these weren't feelings John felt he could reciprocate, not when he knew that the path he was taking would likely lead him to an early grave and if he wasn't successful... back to hell. That didn't matter to the deranged Nick though, Nick saw it that John stole Zatanna from him and while the books of magic was still his obsession he wasn't above spending some more intimate time in order to get revenge against John. He worked with the Cult of the Cold Flame to try and get John sent to hell. Unfortunately he didn't count on Johns ability to manipulate or his quick wit, who then turned it around. Nick was the one to be sent to hell that day, which was the wedge that drove Zatanna away from him. Just at the moment John felt he could start loving her.

The conversation came to an end where she declared that while he was determined to doing good in the end he was not a good man... at least not yet, and until then they couldn't be together. It was then that John decided to leave New York, telling Zatanna that he'd return when he could be the man she wanted him to be. Until then, other parts of the US needed his help and he'd be the one to help them.

Naturally he was at ground zero as Superman made his big debut in Metropolis. More and more super heroes began to appear as he traveled all across the US actually. The idea never really appealed to him, he had power yes but he tended to keep to working with the mystic arts and part of that was keeping the entire existence of the mystic arts secret. The only one he really felt was up to the task was Batman. The rest of them, as far as he was concerned were a bunch of show boaters. They all did an important job though he supposed...

It was certainly an interesting time to be alive.

The Thing from the Swamp - 2009->2010

It turned out in the end that weirdos only attracted more weirdos. Of course John knew that that typically meant something supernatural was going on, at least usually. He started printing cards to hand out to people, after all he may as well make a name for himself. He also tried to make money but most of the time he'd end up completing the job and not taking any payment. Which made it hard to make a living from what he did, but he managed to scrape by. Eventually even accumulating a nice little network of informants who'd keep him in the loop. Some of them were just people who kept their ear to the ground.

Eventually he heard about something in Louisiana. As per usual, it was something that wasn't exactly of this world. Or part of him hoped so, the last thing he wanted to do was to get involved in some super-freaks business. All due respect to the guys but he had no interest in getting involved int heir war on crime. What humans did to eachother was their own business, no. He just wanted to stop the forces of Hell taking over the Earth and making it into the second hell... no big deal really. As per usual, without a mode of transportation a short while later he was sitting in the back of a taxi heading for Louisiana.

It didn't take him long to find the beast, and it took him even less time to discover that this wasn't exactly the dark entity that a lot of his contacts had been talking about. Instead it was a plant elemental, an interesting if not disturbing concept. The whole idea that such a being had chosen now to make itself known was the disturbing thing. Allowing the Swamp Thing to access the force called The Green it and Constantine tracked down a cult of vampires inside of Illinois. Feeling that there was some even greater threat at work, Constantine sent the Swamp Thing in to deal with the Vampires on it's own.

Besides, what super strong plant controlling entity really needed him for backup anyway? Probably not that one. After a time researching the coming darkness Constantine returned to Illinois. He found the Vampire cult gone however he only found one trace of the Swamp Thing. A note. The how of how the Swamp Thing was able to write a note still remains a mystery to this day. However it was merely a note for Constantine, to let him know that in terms of the growing threats the two of them couldn't face it alone and as such the Swamp Thing was going to try and find help.

That sounded too much like a super hero team up for Constantines liking, he hated the idea.

The Cult of Steel - 2010 -> 2015

John always felt there were two levels of crazy. There was crazy to the point of living a completely dreary normal life and then there was the crazy of making a cult in order to worship a Superhero including sacrifices to try to somehow appease him or make him more powerful. There's not a whole lot of in between, though not all of them performed ritualistic sacrifices he would give them that. A lot of the time it wouldn't even be the heroes fault, but instead some demon taking advantage of their popularity.

The same reason some famous people have a drastic shift in personality for no reason, that's not them performing a publicity stunt. That's them coming under the forces of a hell-beast. Or in some rare cases them being released from the control of a hell-beast. Of course Superheros got a lot more recognition than a mere celebrity, and there were always the conflicting opinions and tensions to play on.

For the next five-freaking-years he spent time cleaning up after the actions of the heroes. While he would sometimes be called to perform the occasional exorcism - he wasn't above the dirty work after all. He wasn't like the big hotshots who would swoop in, save the day then leave the dirty work for the little guy. Though most of his time was devoted to something dark going on in the underworld. Something was taking advantage of all the pain caused in the attacks, playing on the emotions of the general populace. Their anger and their fear. He'd spend days in a single city trying to banish hell-beasts back to where they came from when something big went down.

Then it would be off to the next crisis. What he wasn't expecting was, what was up to this point. The crisis.

Justice League: Dark Justice - Late 2015 -> Present

Turns out Swamp-Thing went and joined up with the Justice League. In a way, a little sub-division if you could call it anything. A group of people who worked in the dark, unlike the Justice League themselves who worked in the light of day (With the exception of Batman) and with a lot of fanfare (Batman doesn't get exempt from this). Apparently whatever was going down, had demons all over the country (and likely beyond) riled up. Something big was going down, and everyone wanted in on the action.

Constantine, against his better judgement, decided to go with the Justice League Dark and as his mum always said. If you want honey you follow the bees, naturally it was a good way to get stung and with the fact that bees was being replaced with "Demons" and "Honey" was being replaced with "Catastrophic event that had all clairvoyants in the US fearing for the safety of metropolis"... it was a good way to end up dead. Though he agreed with Swamp Thing. If the world was going to get turned on it's head, if the balance was going to be disrupted... best they be in the middle of it to try and keep things straight. The last thing they needed was for some catastrophic event to go down for people to then discover that Heaven and Hell were real and that oh look, hell-beasts are taking over the Earth.

No, far better he team up. At least temporarily. What happened, well. He doubted any clairvoyant in their right mind, not that many of them were in their right minds, could have predicted Doomsday. The name was a little pomp for his liking as soon as he heard the name on the media. Though he wasn't going to argue, everyone had said the scales would become unbalanced. He never felt that that meant that Superman was going to be killed. Sure he felt that the caped hero was a bit of an arrogant and self righteous douche bag but... he was still the definition of the word hero. No, the scales had been tipped and then flipped on their side.

He didn't participate in the battle against Doomsday. No, what he did was work with civilians. He helped in the evacuation and saw to it that nothing took advantage of the chaos...

| Attributes |

Powers/Skills listed are current, and may be expanded upon if he learns more.

• Exorcist: Simple to define, Constantine is able to forces spirits (typically evil spirits) to leave a host body against their will. The difficulty of this naturally depends on the demon.
• Magic Circles/Emblems: Constantine is well versed in the creation of magical circles or emblems in order to create specific seals. Typically either to protect a location/person or to trap a demon. These can also be used to reveal a demons true form or if complex enough can interact with the normal physical plain of existence.
• Magic: While he doesn't often use it, Constantine does have access to magic which can perform a wide array of defensive/offensive abilities. However most of them he struggles with, the only magic spell that he typically uses is the ability to conjure flame in his hands which he can then use as a heat source, light source or a weapon. Anything else is substantially more complex.
• Hand to Hand Combat: You'd be surprised how often dealing with the mystic and spiritual how often it comes down to punching someone or something in the face. As such he is quite proficient at fighting. While he is considered a "Dirty fighter" as long as it gets the job done, he doesn't really care.
• Possession Resistance: Thanks to his studies he himself can resist psychic attacks and possession. He can even use sigils to make his presence from the world disappear altogether, at least for a period of time.
• Well Known: He's got a few friends, here and there.
• Stage Magic: Yeah, he can dazzle an audience.
• Arcane Knowledge: He might not be able to do a lot of magic. Though he sure as hell knows it when he sees it.

| Character Notes |

Allies:

Oh, there's quite a few...

Enemies:

Lucifer, The Devil, Satan himself. There aren't many others who are legitimantly in his "Bad" books.

| Character Goals |

I'm learning more about him all the time, and I love the mystical element of DC. So really I'm just looking forward to exploring that, introducing villains in the same area of the mythos just to spice things up. It's also going to be interesting interacting with any other heroes... especially if they've never dealt with anything like this before.

| Sample Post |

"I'm telling you mate, it's not going to happen. Simple as that." John rested his head back while the Taxi sat in a carpark out of the centre of metropolis. Sure shit was till going tits up but he needed his rest the same as everyone else. Would be easier if the rest of his so called team had decided not to go AWOL on him. At least he still had Chas, he wasn't really in the market for a new taxi driver. After all it was such a personal experience.

"I'm sure the big guy has earned his way into heaven. I mean not two days ago he died protecting the city from an evil rampaging monster. Pretty sure discounting all the other good he's done that more or less grants him entry." John just sighed as he sat up, facing the ever stubborn bastard that was probably the best friend he had ever had. He wasn't wrong, under normal circumstances that would have been enough to earn a glowing recommendation to the palace upstairs. Sadly these weren't normal circumstances.

"I'll let you have it Chas, self sacrifice probably is one of the better ways to get in. Not to mentiona ll the other shit he's done over the years. You're forgetting one crucial thing though." He sighed as he just got a blank stare straight back. "Superman wasn't human he was... kryptomanian or something like that."

"Kryptonian."

"Whatever, the point is for whatever reason Earth is the center of all these Heaven, Hell and Earth Shennanigans. The even bigger guy upstairs doesn't really seem to care about anything out there or from out there, angels get pretty jealous about the fact that we seem to be his favourites. Sorry Chas, he died a hero but-" John just shrugged. "-His fate is in the hands of whatever Kryptonian god exists, if there is one."

"I just don't like it, look at what all he did for us-"

"What? Fly around in a cape and cause trouble. We have plenty of people that can do that." John couldn't help but wince at the glare he got from that remark. "Sorry Chas, maybe God'll grant an exception. Who knows? I mean if there's hope for me there's bound to be some hope for Superman. At least you'd bloody well hope so. I mean if I got a second chance at life you'd think so at least, wouldn't you?

Chas just sighed. "Sorry, I know you just want to sleep. It's been a busy couple of days-"

"With a few more to come probably."

"The point is, I guess there isn't one. It's just a shock, y'know?"

John nodded his head. "Yeah, I know. In the end he did his job, so grab some shuteye so we can do ours. Hopefully we can clean up this mess before something decides to use Supermans death as an opportunity to cause havoc." Truth be told, something already wasn't right. He could feel it in his bones, gonads and just about every other part of him that he could feel something in. Whatever had happened here, well. The scales were tipped and something had to be done quickly before the balance was gone forever. Quite obviously the one time he felt like he could really use help was the one time almost everyone willing to help him disappeared off the face of the Earth.

He just hoped they were still alive.

"Yeah, I guess you're right John."

"Tell you what Chas, we'll go to the funeral. Pay our respects and see if any of gods messangers are there. I mean don't get me wrong, I'd rather avoid them as they're just a right pain in the arse but..." John sighed, as he couldn't believe he was saying this. "Superman deserves to go to rest properly. Now close your bloody eyes and go to sleep before I knock you out. You'll do no good as a taxi driver if you can't keep your eyes open."

[Dedonus]

Just reposting this since I have now completed it.

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| Identity |
Laurel “Laurie Jupiter” Juspeczyk / Silk Spectre

| Origin & Backstory |

1980’s

Laurie’s story begins back in the 80’s with her mother, Sally Juspecyk. Since she was the daughter of Polish immigrants, Sally decided to change her last name to Jupiter when she set out to begin her film actress career. While Sally Jupiter had numerous film roles, the Polish-American actress was most known for her portrayal of the Silk Spectre. While this original movie was no E.T. or Jaws, the superhero flick it was still a relatively successful film and as a result gathered a cult following that elevated Sally’s career, even though the sequels weren’t as successful. While she never became an A-lister actress, Sally still lived quite comfortably due to her Silk Spectre role and some of her other film gigs.

1990’s

In 1992, Laurel Juspeczyk was born. Although her mother told her from the beginning of her life that her father was Laurence Schexnayder, Laurie always wondered why they still went by her mother’s maiden name (or at least the ‘Americanized’ version). In truth, Laurie’s true father was Edward Blake, one of her mother’s co-stars in the Silk Spectre film trilogy. Since Laurie’s mother was a somewhat successful actress, Laurie learned to endure and deal with the magnifying glass that Hollywood actors were subjected under.

2009-2014

In 2009, the metahumans began to appear on the radar of the public sphere. While the majority of these heroes had superhuman powers that gave them an edge over regular humans, there were a few who decided to take on crime and villains with only their wits, training, and preparation. If someone like the Batman, Sally thought that nothing could stop her daughter from becoming one, either. And she had plans to make her daughter the real version of her own film alter ego. Even before the emergence of heroes in 2009, Laurie had been an outstanding athlete in high school, playing multiple sports in that four year span. When Laurie began college in 2010, her mother hired private trainers in order to start her combat training, on top of her school work.

2015-2016

Once Laurie had graduate from college in 2014, her mother decided that it was time to make the final preparation for her daughter’s vigilante career, especially since Laurie no longer had any academic responsibilities. While Laurie was not too excited for her superhero debut, particularly because of how much her mother had just imposed her own dream onto Laurie, at the same time, she still did not want to disappoint her mother. After her mother had coerced Laurie into getting implants because, as her mother said, no one would take a ‘two-by-four’ seriously as a superheroine, and after her mother had commissioned a costume that was almost as racy as Sally’s costume from the Silk Spectre films, Laurie was now as ready as she would ever be for her debut in the Big Apple as the second Silk Spectre.

| Attributes |
Regular Human: Laurie has no super powers on which she can rely on to aid her while fighting crime, unlike other heroes now a days. She has the same weaknesses as any other normal person. However, this could also come to her advantage because villains and criminals might underestimate her.

Natural Athlete: Even from a young age, Laurie has been naturally gifted at sports. Softball, gymnastics, soccer, basketball. You name it, she probably had tried it for at least for a season and probably have been at least above average at the sport. However, once she got to high school, she limited herself to gymnastics in the winter and soccer in the spring. Participating in these two sports not only allowed her to be in great shape, but also helped her learn how to manage multiple aspects of her life.

Hand-to-Hand Combat: While far away from being a master at close combat, Laurie, due to her four plus years of extensive training, is able to hold her own in hand-to-hand combat. With some more experience and practice in the field, Laurie has the potential to become quite the force to reckon with.

| Character Notes |

Friends & Allies

-Sally “Jupiter” Juspeczyk: Lorei’s mother and actress who portrayed the Silk Spectre in film during the 80’s and early 90’s. Once the ‘Age of Heroes’ began, she had delusions of grandeur that her daughter could bring alive her silver-screen counterpart.

Enemies

-To be filled out as encounters happen

| Character Goals |
Since I am more versed in Marvel lore than DC (the latter of which is limited to the 90’s/2000’s animated series, films, and the recent DC live action television series), I wanted to pick someone who might not have been picked otherwise. I also wasn’t sure whether Watchmen character would fit in, let alone be accepted in this roleplay. However, I tried to craft her origin so that a previous era of superheroes did not need to exist (in a DC universe, there would be a gap in film history from the missing Batman and Superman movies, so I thought it made sense).

It might be my limited knowledge of DC lore, but when I think of where all the action happens in DC, I think of Gotham City and Metropolis. Maybe this thinking is only because of my ignorance of DC lore, but I would like to see a hero fight crime in a city other than where “everything bad happens”, like New York City in the Marvel Universe. When I was doing some research, I saw that there were some heroes in New York City, like Firestorm, Green Lantern(s), Nightwing, and Wonder Woman. However, the latter two are not located in NYC in this roleplay as far as I can tell from their character sheets.

| Sample Post |
“Come on, Laurel. Let’s see that costume.” Sally, Laurie’s mother, called out to her daughter as she held a glass of white wine in her hand, swirling the liquid around within the glass by moving her hand in a circular rotation. She was seated in a chair, waiting for her daughter to enter into the room. “Don’t be shy. I’m your mother, for Pete’s sake!”

After she had delayed the unveiling of her costume as long as she could, now Laurie could no long waste time. Her mother has always been pushing like this. Therefore, the new Silk Spectre exited from the changing room and walked down the hallway that lead to the room where her mother was. Her heels of her boots clicked with each step. Laurie was wearing a yellow and black costume that was a modern reimagination of her mother’s costume in the films.

“Oh, you look fantastic in that, Laurel.” Sally said after she took a sip of her white wine. “Now spin around so that mother can see how it looks from other angles.”

Laurie humored her mother, slowly spinning around so that her mother could see how her costume looked from different perspectives. Once Laurie had finished turning around, she stood there, facing her mother. “So, dear, what do you think?”

“It makes me feel like a stripper.” The new Silk Spectre replied to her mother.

“Nonsense!” Her mother responded after another sip of wine. “The doctor said that you recovered from the surgery perfectly fine, although I wished we picked a larger size after the swelling went down. Nevertheless, they’re the best and most realistic looking ones that money can buy. I should know because I was at your post-op check-up appointment!”

In response to what her mother thought she had meant by ‘looking like a stripper’, Laurie simply face palmed. How many mothers would give their daughters implants and a blank check for buying new bras for a college graduation present?

“I wasn’t talking about my boob job, mother.” Laurie said, “I’m talking about this costume! Where should I start? The boots that have transition into a fish-net stocking when it gets past my knees? That all the yellow material on this costume is semi-transparent? Or maybe the unironic continuation of the trope where it looks like the superhero wears their underwear on the outside of their costume, or lingerie in my case? And what about the heels on these boot? All that is missing from this costume is glitter!”

“Oh, Laurel, aren’t you overreacting by just a little bit?”

“Couldn’t we have created a new identity for me? Wouldn’t this costume make it easy to trace it back to us?”

“But that’s why we’re sending you over to New York to start out your career. Plus, there are probably numerous fangirls who would want to dress up like me. Anyways, you can never underestimate how distracting these additions can be for criminals.”

“If you wanted my costume to distract criminals, why didn’t you make it so that it will have a wardrobe malfunction whenever I got out on patrol?”

“Why didn’t I already think of that? Maybe I should get in contact with…”

“Could be at least get rid of the heels? Who wears heels during any rigorous activity?

[Dblade26]

Would it be possible for a young teenage prodigy Ted Kord to have been the research assistant to an action-oriented, Indiana Jones-style archaeologist version of Dan Garrett who wasn't a superhero or publicly well-known but still had adventures of a sort, or does that skirt too close to the line of violating 'No superheroes appeared before 2009'? I would understand either way.

[FacePunch]

| Identity |
Solomon Grundy
Cyprus Gold

| Origin & Backstory |

Born on a Monday

Cyprus Gold was born in Gotham City, New Jersey. Cyprus Gold, Sr., Cyprus' father, moved to Gotham in an attempt to gain power and fortune. Gold joined a local gang working out of the Old Gotham docks, gaining money through black market profiteering and protection rackets. Cyprus Senior worked his way up the little gang's ranks until he found himself the second-in-command; he promptly murdered the gang's leader and asserted himself as the new top dog. Gold swiftly conquered nearby territories and absorbed as many rival gangs as he could, killing anyone who stood in his way. He expanded his gang's market, selling drugs, contraband and automatic weapons as well as muscling his way into the prostitution and grand theft auto rings. In a decade, Cyprus Gold built himself a tiny empire in Old Gotham. No one dared to challenge him. That is, until Vincent Falcone, a recent upstart in Gotham, appeared to be gathering up supporters in Upper East Side. Cyprus tried his best to put Vincent down, but Falcone proved to be too cunning for the weak-minded Gold, setting himself up as Gotham's greatest mob boss.

This angered Cyprus. He needed to take down Falcone before anyone else got the bright idea that Gotham City was open season for any upstart entrepreneur. So Cyprus Gold sought out an ally in Pearl Schmidt, a professional criminal from Germany. Pearl reorganized Gold's gang and brought efficiency to the system Cyprus had set up. She was impressed by Gold's ruthless brutality; and Cyprus was similarly impressed by Schmidt's fierce intelligence. The two quickly became an item. The two married, ignoring the rise of the Marconi and Zucco families, as well as Vincent Falcone's growing gang in the north. A year after their marriage, Cyprus Gold Junior was born.

Christened on Tuesday

Cyprus, Jr. was raised to be a crook, just like his father. He was taught to do anything he could to get ahead in life; he was brought up specifically to have no moral compass to speak of. His parents showed him little love or compassion, instead choosing to turn Junior into a hardened and ruthless thug. Junior was privately tutored by the best teachers that money could buy. One of these teachers, known only as Miss Mercury, showed Cyprus an alternate perspective: she showed the young boy what it meant to be kind. She gave the boy the only thing his parents couldn't, which was love. Cyprus reluctantly found himself attached to this woman, to the point of caring for her above his own flesh and blood. But her love turned out to be a ruse created by Junior's father, who ordered Mercury to kill Cyprus Junior. Little Gold fought back, murdering Miss Mercury with a pencil through the eye, impaling her brain. This was Cyprus Gold, S'r's ultimate lesson for his son. Anyone who loved you would only stab you in the back. No one could be trusted. Everyone was your enemy.

Gold Senior grew old. His gang had weakened greatly, with the other families gaining more and more of Cyprus's territory each passing day. It wouldn't be long before Cyprus Gold's empire crumbled before him. Vincent Falcone saw Cyprus Gold's weakness and struck; paying off his wife, Pearl, to assassinate the old man. Pearl, more loyal to her pocket book than her husband, accepted the contract. She slipped into her husband's bedroom one midnight and attempted to stab him in the heart. But Cyprus Gold always slept with one eye open. He was always prepared for the worst. Gold retrieved a pistol from his nightstand, and a fight ensued between husband and wife. Cyprus Junior, now a teenager, watched as his parents killed each other from the dim light of the hallway.

Married on Wednesday

The Gold family gang collapsed, its territory annexed by Vincent Falcone in short order. Cyprus Gold fled Old Gotham and moved to Amusement Mile, seeking asylum from Falcone's wraith. He got a job at a local underworld bar known as "My Alibi." There, he could earn a couple of bucks while keeping his ear to the ground. He learned the ways of Gotham's streets from its most experienced criminals. His father had taught him how to be a crime boss; but Cyprus Gold had to teach himself how to be a common crook. He sought out the best of the best, learned from them what he could and killed them off before they got the same idea. He started to work odd jobs for various bosses across the city. There wasn't anything he wouldn't do; kidnapping, murder, drug running, theft...Ask Gold to do it, and he would. Cyprus gained a reputation for his own brand of brutality, mimicking what his father had shown him. He brought fear to those who opposed him. But Cyprus also knew that he needed to gain the trust of his friends; something his dad hadn't done, which had led him to the grave. Gold created a network of gangsters and informants whom he could turn to for help or work.

He made a life for himself up in Amusement Mile. A hard life, but a good one. Cyprus met a nice girl named Katelyn while working a job out of Alibi. The two hit it off. Two years later, Cyprus would ask Katelyn to marry him. But the proposal went awry when Cyprus learned that of Katelyn's relations to Vincent Falcone. She was a spy for the mob boss; sent to find Cyprus and end him. Katelyn claimed that she'd cut all ties with Falcone, and that she really loved Cyprus. But Gold was furious. He hated Falcone for what he'd done to Gold's family. Cyprus, blinded by rage, dragged Katelyn miles out of Gotham and hung her outside Slaughter Swamp.

Took ill on Thursday

When Vincent learned what had become of Katelyn, one of his most trusted agents, he was furious. Falcone sent a crew of hitmen after Cyprus Gold. The trained killers attacked Cyprus at My Alibi, murdering a dozen people there while trying to get him. But Gold escaped, dropping two of the hitmen before he made his way out of Amusement Mile. He ran out of the city as fast as his legs could carry him. The Falcone family's hit squad grabbed their automobiles and pursued Cyprus, not wanting Gold to get away again.

They chased Cyprus all the way back to Slaughter Swamp, where the now-decaying body of Katelyn still hung on the Swamp's largest tree. Gold climbed the tree, hiding from his pursuers next to the corpse of his former lover. The hitmen searched the Swamp for Cyprus but couldn't find him.

So Gold decided to play a bit of a game with the murderers. He recited the poem of Solomon Grundy, traveling through the tree tops. He always stayed just out of their sight, infuriating them with his taunting. He killed off a pair of the hitmen before they caught on to Cyprus. Falcone's men shot Cyprus from the trees, knocking the mobster into the murky waters of the swamp. Just to make sure Cyprus Gold was dead, the men poured canisters of hazardous materials they found nearby into the swamp. The hit squad returned to Gotham, confident in their victory over Cyprus Gold.

Grew worse on Friday

But the swamp had other ideas. The hitmen hadn't known, but Slaughter Swamp was home to the dark magical force known as the Gray. The Gray saw the dead mobster and had pity on him. It took the man's fallen corpse, imbuing it with the power of the Gray. Cyprus Gold's body was then remade from bark, muck and chemicals, held together by the magic of the swamp and given life by the Gray. A giant, bleach white-skinned monster made from mush and death crawled out of Slaughter Swamp fifty years after the death of Cyprus Gold. The creature had no memories; his mind was completely blank, all except for a single rhyme...He didn't know the meaning of it. At the time, the zombie thought the story was about him; it thought its name was Solomon Grundy. He'd been born on a Monday, after all. Solomon Grundy shuffled out of Slaughter Swamp and made his way towards the distant lights of Gotham City. The behemoth stomped through the streets of Gotham, repeating the rhyme as he did. People panicked, running and screaming in all directions. The Gotham City Police were called not long after Grundy's arrival. In the confusion, Solomon attempted to escape the police, causing them to fire on Grundy. The massive zombie retaliated, now angry, killing the police officers. The beastly construct tried to escape and hid in a nearby cemetery.

It wasn't long before Batman arrived on the scene. The Dark Knight attacked Solomon Grundy. The monster tried to fight back, but found himself terrified by the giant bat monster. Batman used the creature's simple mind to his advantage, defeating Solomon through trickery and deceit. Solomon was then transported to Belle Reve, where he would spend the next few years in captivity. Grundy knew very little about anything, and had to learn what he could while inside the prison. Luckily for Solomon Grundy, he caught the attention of the Calculator. The genius criminal mastermind gave Grundy a basic education in exchange for protection from his enemies.

Died on Saturday

Solomon Grundy's life changed once more when the Legion of Doom attacked Belle Reve. They freed the prisoners within, setting loose the most dangerous metahumans on earth. Grundy went on a rampage, attacking the cities of Gotham, Metropolis and Bludhaven in a fit of rage. He was angry at his imprisonment and the people working for the Legion of Doom had freed the monster. They had told Grundy that they were friends, and that the nasty Justice League were his enemies. So Solomon fought the caped heroes until he had his heart ripped from his chest by a bloodlusted hero. The Legion of Doom's all out assault on the superhero community proved a failure and Grundy was once more dead. But the Gray was not yet finished with Solomon. The zombie soon found himself reanimated in Slaughter Swamp, his memories of his previous life as Grundy intact. Knowing now that he couldn't die, Solomon set out to reunite himself with the Legion of Doom and help them in their mission to take over the world. He didn't have much else to do with his time anyway, being a zombie and all. Besides, his friends were nice to him, and Grundy wanted to make it up to them.

So Solomon Grundy teamed up with other super villains whenever they needed some extra mystical muscle. He traveled across the United States, robbing banks and destroying nuclear power plants and stealing crates of kryptonite. He did whatever he was asked. Grundy lived the life of a free spirit; he worked where he wanted. Did what he wanted. Helped who he wanted. He enjoyed the life of an immortal criminal zombie monster. It was rather freeing not to have to worry about anything. After all, he could just come back. So what was the point of being afraid?

Buried on Sunday

The world would never be the same. Superman was dead, killed at the hands of the monster known as Doomsday. Solomon Grundy hadn't been in Metropolis when the monster first appeared, but he and a group of other villains made their way there when they heard the news: the Justice League were losing a fight! Whoever this guy was, he singlehandedly walked through the Justice League International and turned the rest of the main Justice League to paste. But when Solomon Grundy got to Metropolis, he didn't like what he saw. None of them did. Bodies were strewn throughout the rubble-filled streets. Skyscrapers burned. Buildings collapsed. Blood curdling screams echoed past the destruction. Grundy had only wanted to see those heroes get what they deserved. But he'd never seen so much...death. It was disconcerting, even for a former killer turned zombified corpse. Solomon Grundy and the other supervillains decided to intervene when Big Blue died. They helped survivors escape collapsing buildings. Solomon cleaned up streets so that emergency vehicles could get in to help the injured. He and the other villains were given temporary pardons by the Metropolis Police for their efforts.

It was all so surreal. What would happen now? The Man of Steel was dead; he died protecting the world from an unstoppable killing machine. Grundy knew that he should be happy the hero was gone. But all he felt was emptiness. There was no joy in the slaughter. Only apathy. Maybe even a little hint of sadness. The world would never be the same without Superman.

| Attributes |
Super Strength: Solomon Grundy is one of the strongest villains on earth. He can go toe-to-toe with any member of the Justice League, and they most certainly feel his punches. He can lift enormous weights with little strain.

Invincibility: The zombified body of Cyprus Gold is extremely durable. He can tank extreme damage without injury. When injury does occur, Solomon Grundy's supernatural healing factor allows him to absorb life force to restore his body to its fullest power.

Life absorption: The Gray gifted Solomon Grundy with the ability to suck the life energies out of anything that lives and breathes. This includes humans, animals, aliens and plants. Certain objects are harder to drain, such as living creatures, and require more time and effort to absorb into himself. Solomon tends to avoid 'eating' sapient beings, especially other people. He isn't fond of murder.

Reanimation: Whenever Solomon Grundy is killed, he is brought back to life in Slaughter Swamp. This is due to the curse of the Gray making him effectively immortal. His previous body turns to nothing but wood and swamp pulp when his new body reforms back in Gotham.

| Character Notes |
N/A for now

| Character Goals |
I was introduced to Solomon Grundy during the Justice League cartoon, and fell in love with the character since then. He's such an odd character. His origins are extremely dark, and he's surrounded by pure evil, yet he manages to be fun and light hearted at the same time (at least sometimes.) I've never really liked it when Grundy was little more than a mindless zombie. So I want to write Solomon with a bit more emotion and humanity; I want to show his good side. I want to look into the psyche of a giant, memory-less zombie and explore what he thinks of this world that he finds himself in. Things are cut and dry for him. Black and white. Good guys fight bad guys, the good guys win, and the bad guys get away to plan their next big job. But things have become different. Become...gray. Villains aren't supposed to win; they aren't supposed to kill their heroes. That's the line of thought that I want to chase down with Grundy.

| Sample Post |
Grundy's heart hurt.

His arm hurt too. And his ribs. In fact, Solomon Grundy's entire body racked with the most intense pain he'd felt in his entire life. He shifted his weight a little, trying to get his barrings. Rock and rubble tumbled over his chest as he moved. Grundy blinked, blinded by the light. He reached a hand up to rub the dirt and dust off his face. Hmm. That was odd. Solomon could only move his left arm. He couldn't feel his right. The zombie glanced to the right and was surprised to find his arm was missing. There wasn't any blood; but swamp water dripped from the hole in his torso. Solomon used his one hand to free his trapped legs and stood to his feet. Grundy knocked down a brick wall, smashing it out of his way as he stepped into the street. He was in Metropolis. The golden city of the future, home to the iconic Superman. But Metropolis was different today.

Metropolis' heart hurt too.

So did its body. Grundy could see all the vast destruction that Doomsday person had caused when he attacked the city. There wasn't a building in sight that hadn't bee scarred in some capacity by the violence. The big, gray...thing...had knocked down multiple skyscrapers and turned entire blocks into piles of brick and mortar. Fire engulfed structure after structure and smoke blocked out the sun. Solomon made his way down the street, littered with bodies and the wounded. Cars sat bumper to bumper, most of the doors open being evidence that people had tried to escape the fighting on foot. The few vehicles with unopened doors were either flattened or filled with corpses. Grundy glanced inside a nearby van, his eyes catching sight of a pair of tiny skeletons in the back. They were burned black by something incredibly hot. Another pair of skeletons sat in the front, clutching each other in their bony hands. They had died holding each other. How romantic, Grundy thought.

The big, ugly zombie marched further down the street. He headed towards the center of the violent storm of complete destruction. That's where Superman and Doomsday had been seen last. Grundy pushed his way past the apocalyptic-like ruination, knocking over a fallen apartment building. Solomon had to lift up an overpass on his way downtown. He tossed the annihilated bridge of his way, careful not to cause much more damage than had already been done. Grundy's march was interrupted by the cries of a terrified voice. The voice of a small child. Solomon picked up the pace, running towards the sound. He found a little girl, clutching her unconscious father closer. They were wedged between a concrete pillar and a massive school bus, the latter of which threatened to crunch and collapse on top of them. Grundy shoved his powerful fingers into the metal of the bus, tossing it behind him without much effort. He picked up the man and the girl, placing her on his shoulder. "Don't worry. Grundy will take you to doctor men." He informed her. The girl appeared nearly as scared of Solomon as she had been of being crushed to death; but his words offered her a small bit of comfort.

After Grundy dropped the girl off at the nearest aid station, he continued on his trek towards the center of town. He'd try not to stop much this time. Of course, the injured and in-danger couldn't help it that they were in need of his assistance. Grundy couldn't hold it against them. Solomon responded to everything cry for help he heard. He saved a trio of teenagers from a burning building. Grundy rescued a dozen people from a falling bridge. He even helped a dog dig out his owner, who was trapped underneath his car. Solomon didn't like seeing people hurt. He remembered killing people, sure. But he never much liked it. It was usually an accident. Besides, today was...different. There was something in the air. Something wrong. He heard it all the time. People were wailing in the streets. Others gathered into circles, listening to reverends, priests and pastors offer words of condolence and peace. Leaders tried to rally the able to help with searches. But there was so much crying. Everyone seemed to be crying.

Metropolis' heart hurt like Grundy's.

It didn't take much longer for Solomon Grundy to reach the crater in the very center of Metropolis. It was surrounded by super heroes. People in capes and tights. Heroes. Nobody was talking, though. The few that were whispered very quietly. Some stood in silence. Others sobbed. Grundy didn't know what to do, so he decided to get closer. Nobody stopped him. Grundy got a few hateful looks, but they didn't fight him. Today was not a day for fighting. The fighting had stopped earlier. Grundy touched the area where his missing arm had been. He had tried to help Superman; Superman was Grundy's friend. Well. Not really friend. But Superman was nice to Grundy. So Solomon wanted to be nice to Superman. But Doomsday was strong; stronger than Grundy. It tore off Grundy's arm and tossed him across the city.

Grundy looked to the center of the crater, where a pair of familiar figures stood. One, clad in all black, and the other, dressed in colorful armor. Grundy knew them. Everyone knew them. They were Superman's friends. And Superman was gone now. He couldn't come back like Grundy could. He wouldn't come back. Superman's friends knew that. Grundy looked on, and he knew what was going on.

Their hearts hurt.

Just like Grundy's.

[Gowi]

Its Cyrus not Cyprus, btw.

[FacePunch]

@Gowi Shhhh. It's fine. Just. It's fine.

[Gowi]

Grundy sad you not know Grundy name.

[Dblade26]

....I feel like Billy would just keep repeatedly trying to befriend this version of Grundy whenever they fight.

[Sep]

I guess with no negative comments on Cpnstantine so far I can continue :P

[GreenGrenade]

Boom.

Speedy

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SPEEDY

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| Identity |

• Mia Dearden
• Speedy

| Origin & Backstory |

A teenage runaway, Mia Dearden had, to put it lightly, a rough childhood. Frequently abused by her father, she escaped from home, opting to live on the streets as opposed to suffering through even more pain at his hands. It became clear early on, however, that surviving alone in the harsh Star City streets would not see her last very long, and so, upon meeting a young man by the name of Richard, she moved in with him, mistaking his generosity with understanding, and his lust with love. In exchange for shelter and food, Richard explored ways to exploit her for his own gain, often acting as her pimp, selling her body to the likes of crooked cops and local politicians.

It was from one such politician that she was saved by the man who would become her mentor: the Green Arrow. Having confronted the councilman, the Battling Bowman told her that the life she was leading was not one someone her age, let alone anyone, should have to live; with this advice, he also gave her a business card – belonging to Oliver Queen’s Papp Street Mission, a non-profit shelter for the homeless and recreational centre for the youth.

Returning home to Richard, a denial of his advances quickly escalated into a standoff as he held a knife to her throat, telling her that he can’t have what happened that night lead back to him. With quick thinking and a realisation that this life was not something she wanted, Mia managed to turn the tables on Richard, asking him not to follow her and cutting his hand for good measure. With nowhere else to go, she left Richard’s home, making her way to the Papp Street Mission.

It was there that she met Oliver Queen, who she almost instantly figured out was Green Arrow – all it took was a look at his beard. Feeling like she was meant for more than volunteer work, she took it upon herself to learn archery, all while nagging Oliver and his son, Connor, to teach her themselves. Eventually, Oliver folded, and so began Mia’s archery lessons.

While Mia had gotten what she wanted, she was not yet done with her requests – Oliver was forced to endure a persistent barrage of badgering when she asked to be his sidekick. Time and time again he refused, not wishing to put her at risk. But then the unthinkable happened; Mia had tested positive for HIV, the product of her time as Richard’s fille de joie. Oliver, feeling as if he owed her a chance, gave her a more intensive training regimen, and, after believing that she was ready, allowed her to debut by his side. Taking his first sidekick’s, Roy Harper’s, alias, Mia began her career as Speedy, taking to the streets alongside the two Green Arrows.

Oliver soon had her enrolled amongst the Teen Titans, working alongside the likes of Robin, Wonder Girl and Beast Boy. Initially reluctant to join the team, Mia slowly found herself warming up to them, finding friends for life in a team of legacies trying desperately to live up to their mentors’ reputations. For the first time in her life, Mia felt important.

But any illusion of relevance was shattered on the tragic day of Christmas Eve; for it was then, in 2015, that Superman was killed. Unable to believe that such a great man, the perfect hero, was dead, Mia watched as the world dealt with its sorrow, unable to come to terms with her own. Her morals were conflicting. If Superman, a man that had made such a difference in the world, could have his life taken from him by a monster such as Doomsday, then who was she to call herself a hero? Who was she, or Oliver, or Connor or Roy, to don their costumes and masks, and tell themselves that the world was better off for it? Everything she had built her life upon was brought crumbling down the moment the Man of Steel died, and she was lost. She didn’t know who she was anymore.

Feeling an impossible urge to help fill the void Superman left, Mia resolved to leave Star City and the Titans, moving to new grounds: Metropolis. Whether she’ll succeed, she has no idea – but you can be damned sure that she’ll try.

| Attributes |

Acrobatics: Mia is a proficient acrobat, incorporating her agility into her fighting style.
Archery: Trained by both Green Arrows, Mia is a very skilled archer, her marksmanship nearly matching that of her mentors.

Trick Arrows: Along with her normal arrows, Mia also boasts an arsenal of trick arrows – namely explosive and grappling arrows, among others.

Martial Arts: Receiving training from both Connor and Oliver, along with further training of her own, Mia is a very skilled martial artist, able to hold her own against multiple opponents.

| Character Notes |

_{To be updated as the story progresses.}

Allies & Friends

Team Arrow:

Oliver Queen/Green Arrow: Mia’s former mentor and saviour, Oliver was the one who, alongside his son, trained her to become the person she is today. While Mia has distanced herself since Superman’s death, she makes sure to keep in regular contact with him.

Connor Hawke/Green Arrow: Oliver’s son, Connor helped his father train Mia, forming a strong friendship with her in the process. Having refused his offer to come with her to Metropolis, Mia instead maintains regular contact with him.

Roy Harper/Arsenal: The original Speedy, Roy occasionally joined Team Arrow on missions following Mia’s induction. While not as close to him as she is to Oliver and Connor, Mia’s on friendly terms with Roy, who shares Oliver and Connor’s concern about her.

Civilians:

Bibbo Bibbowski: A former boxing champion, Bibbo was Superman’s self-proclaimed biggest fan, trying his hardest to influence the Suicide Slums for good following his hero’s death. The owner of Mia’s apartment, he rents it out for a relatively cheap price, all while managing the Ace O’Clubs bar.

Metropolis Police Department:
The Metropolis Police Department, or as Mia calls it, the MetPo, holds many potential allies for Speedy, including:

Captain Margaret Sawyer: Captain of the MetPo’s Major Crimes Unit, Maggie is a potential ally for Speedy, having had ties to Superman prior to his death.

Dan Turpin: A no-nonsense cop, Dan Turpin is a close colleague of Maggie Sawyer’s, and previous ally to Superman.

Enemies

Fenton Quigley/The Archer: A hunter of former wealth, Quigley was cut off from his family fortune by his father. Having turned to crime, he uses his skills in archery to threaten the millionaires of Metropolis, stealing their riches for himself.

Rhosyn “Rose” Forrest/Thorn: A murderous vigilante with a split personality, the criminals who populate Metropolis’ Suicide Slums often meet a violent end at her hands.

Onomatopoeia: An assassin targeting non-powered vigilantes, Onomatopoeia is ruthless in his methods.

Stomping Grounds

Suicide Slums

Metropolis’ most notorious neighbourhood, the Suicide Slums, officially named Southside, is a downtrodden area overrun by poverty and crime. With corruption and sin rooted so deep within the district, it’s as good a place as any for Mia to establish her base of operations.

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Mia’s Apartment: Located in the “nicer” part of the Slums, Mia’s apartment is owned by Bibbo Bibbowski, owner of the Ace O’Clubs bar, who rents the apartment out for a relatively cheap sum. While not the nicest of accommodations, Mia makes the most of it, using it as both her home and Speedy’s headquarters.

Ace O’Clubs: A bar owned by Bibbo Bibbowski, the Ace O’Clubs is no stranger to violence, often attracting shady individuals despite Bibbo’s best efforts.

| Character Goals |

In the simplest terms, I want Mia to spread her wings. Following the death of Superman, she’s going to be hurting, right alongside the rest of the US, and the world. She’s going to be hurting, and she’s going to be thinking, ‘Now that he’s gone, who could possibly take his place?’ And in order to cope with this, maybe in an attempt to get an answer, she’s going to leave Star City – the Arrow family – and she’s going to try to become her own hero. While she’s on this journey, she’s going to make both enemies and friends, and she will run into her fair share of difficulties and troubles. But eventually, she’s going to come out on top – and she will have figured out who she really is in the process. In short, I want to tell a Bildungsroman, coming-of-age story, with Superman’s death as the catalyst.

| Sample Post |

Goodbye

Her bags were packed. Her clothes, her toiletries, all her essentials, crammed into one duffel bag, her bow, quiver and suit packed into another, both resting on what would soon no longer be her bed. She’d made her decision. After days and nights spent debating what she should do, trying to deal with her countless emotions, her feeling of uselessness, she resolved to make a change. Today marked the day that Mia Dearden left for Metropolis.

Checking that she had everything she needed, Mia let out a huff, running a hand through her blond hair, tucking one side behind her ear. This was it. She was ready to go.

“You really are leaving, eh, kiddo?” asked a voice from behind her, leaning against the doorway to her room. Oliver. Under normal circumstances, Mia would have said something snarky, probably to do with how ridiculous his beard looked. But these weren’t normal circumstances. This was goodbye.

Fighting past the lump in her throat, she answered, “Yeah. Yeah, I guess so.”

With difficulty, her eyes met his. Where she expected to see pain or anger, resentment for her abandonment, she only saw affection and sympathy; understanding. The lump in her throat only growing, she thought back to when she first met Oliver. He’d saved her from that sick pervert, Councilman Dreyfus – and ever since then, he’s had her back. From the moment she arrived at the Papp Street Mission, he treated her like nothing less than a daughter, always looking out for her, always willing to help – and now, she was leaving. Just like that. She knew that he knew how grateful she was, how much she cherished him and Connor for what they’ve done for her, but despite it all, she couldn’t help but feel that he didn’t deserve this. He didn’t deserve her walking out like this.

But through her doubt and her guilt, she knew that this – a new start – was what she needed. Oliver had given her one in the years gone by, and now it was time that she found one herself. She took a shaky breath, desperately trying to hold back the tears that threatened to break free, her voice trembling. “Why does saying goodbye have to be so hard?”

“Hey,” said Oliver, walking to her, laying his hands on her shoulders, “It always is. But you don’t have to this time, kiddo. I won’t let you.”

“Ollie,” she began, embracing him in a hug, “Thank you. For understanding.”

He returned her hug with a smile. “Always.”

Finding comfort in his arms, she stayed there awhile, content to just close her eyes and enjoy the moment. After a few seconds she pulled away, biting her lip. “I… I should probably get going. The cab’ll be here any minute now.”

She turned to pick up her bags, one in each hand. Any other person would have offered to take them for her, but not Ollie. No, he knew better. And she loved him for it.

“Okay. But you keep in touch, okay? Don’t be a stranger,” he said, warmth in his smile.

“Never,” she smiled back, rising onto her tiptoes, pecking him on the cheek. “Bye, Ollie.”

“See ya, Speedy.”

And then she walked out of the room, down the stairs and onto the street outside, patiently awaiting the cab she’d booked. Ever since Superman had died, she’d been battling with a single question: just who was she to think that she could come close to what he was? And now, as she stood on the sidewalk in the city she called home, she knew one thing. In a few short hours, she could finally start to figure it out.

[cider]

Why her surname isn't Gonzales, I'll never know. Missed opportunity.

[Morden Man]

@GreenGrenade

"Is it a bird? Is it a plane? Oh shit, false alarm, it's just Speedy..."

[HenryJonesJr]

Sorry, my friends came over last night to watch Star Wars. Then I fell asleep. IC post will be up in a few hours.

[Sep]

Sorry, my friends came over last night to watch Star Wars. Then I fell asleep. IC post will be up in a few hours.

@HenryJonesJr

Am I good to fill in the 6 years left in my CS with some swamp thing shenanigans and a little fluff?

[Sloth]

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Am I good to fill in the 6 years left in my CS with some swamp thing shenanigans and a little fluff?

@Sep

Unless we're talking about Alec Holland Swamp Thing.

[Sep]

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Unless we're talking about Alec Holland Swamp Thing.

@Sloth

I was actually meaning your mom buuuut



I mean him.

Though I didn't want to do that part of his history as it ties them together for a couple of eyars and then what happens if someone wants to play the Swamp Thing?

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I can make up an extravagant home made story but I just wanna check first.

[HenryJonesJr]

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Am I good to fill in the 6 years left in my CS with some swamp thing shenanigans and a little fluff?

@Sep

I haven't read CS from last night yet.

In other news, IC is open!