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Absolute Comics - Season Two: The Monster Within

lmao maybe not but it usually does go a long way for fleshing out a character

Absolute Comics - Season Two: The Monster Within

My first post. A single line of dialogue. I'm a professional guys.

Absolute Comics - Season Two: The Monster Within

V A L O R

M O N - E L , M I K E M A T H E W S

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_{Location: Stellar Orbit, Sol System - Present Day}

Familiar #1.01: Solus

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_{Interaction(s): None}

Previously: Mon-El of Daxam

By it’s twentieth turn around the brightly gleaming star, the ship finally obtained enough heat to begin the thawing process. Slowly long dormant systems came back online, lime colored lights flashing on the control panel, and a little hologram of the star system displaying itself in midair as a course was drawn from just inside the first planet towards the third. The only passenger still slept, heedless of the change. His eyebrows were drawn together in discomfort and his muscles were cold and stiff as ice.

Once the nose of the darkly lit ship was pointed at the tiny blue dot in the distance, the engines flared to life. In the blink of an eye it was gone, hurtling at speed towards its destination. A faint trail of green dust followed them, pieces of kryptonite had long been welded by intense heat and frozen by extreme cold to the outer panels of the ship, having switched so quickly from one to the other that there hadn’t been a chance of it falling off. Until now. Warmed by it’s extended recharge at the yellow sun, flakes and grains of neon sand sprinkled behind it’s path.

All too soon the ship was bearing down on a cloudy blue planet, designated in GLC coordinates as 2814.36 C, and a translation into what might have been an old Kryptonian dialect that was... less than comprehensible. To a Daxamite anyway.

When the first flames began to catch upon breaching the atmosphere, the ship tilted in such a way that the wind flowed through the meshed fins of the ship just so, creating enough drag to slow the descent in short order. With a quick flourish, the ship spun and skipped across the ocean, landing like a hydrophobic bug perched between the waves. Now out of the sky, and the thawing well underway, the ship turned towards land and trekked atop the water at a leisurely speed towards land.

For a moment at least.

Something launched into the cooly glowing engines of pod, an unusual signal of some kind blocking all attempts at automatic correction. By trying to compensate, the autopilot began speeding up, no longer sliding along waves but skipping harshly across them as a speedboat would until finally it shot to far into the air, reactivating flight settings even as the engines began to overheat and made worrying screeching noises like torn metal. With a jarring Boom! the ship nose dived at speed straight into the New England coastline, flames spewing across the deserted sand beaches and the sound of shattering glass echoing in the wind.

Power in the pod went out the moment it connected with the ground, and slowly, blearily, the passenger opened his heavy eyelids, only half-thawed and beginning to shiver.

”Mon-El? Can you hear me? I appear to be blind… Mon-El?”

He tried to respond, to wake up, he really did. Something felt wrong, but he couldn’t quite remember… he was stuck in that haze. It was like his brain was still half frozen too. Maybe it was.

But oh that light, that glorious light. Through lidded eyes Mon-El saw a yellow star in the blue skies above him, and it’s rays felt like nothing he’d ever known before. It was blessedly warm, but maybe that was relative, because he still felt so cold. The shivers worsened before they got better, with each shallow breath of admittedly lukewarm air, he felt just a little bit better.

He should probably stop staring directly at the star.

But not yet.

Absolute Comics - Season Two: The Monster Within

oh worm

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T H E T E E N L E G I O N

V A L O R - | - | - K I D Q - | - | - C A M O - | - | - T W O L F

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^{_{M O N - E L O F D A X A M ♦ E X - P R I N C E R E F U G E E ♦ J U M P C I T Y ♦ T E E N L E G I O N}}

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^{"You know how, on Earth, they rate everything? One star. This is a one star."}

Mon-El has spent his entire life being manipulated by the future. From the far off 31st century an alien called Brainiac-5 interfered with destiny and saddled him with a piteous burden. It came in the shape of a golden ring, marked with an 'L' shaped emblem. It was called a Legion ring, and it was worn by a group of heroes called the Legion of Superheroes, founded by his future-self alongside Brainiac-5, alias Querl Dox. Usually it's only function was to allow the wearer to fly, but this one held one other very specific task; that of housing an AI known as Worm, designed first as an assistant aboard the Legion's cruiser, and then stripped down to the bare essentials and sent backwards in time.

Worm was the last of the Legion aside from Bainiac-5, the others lost, slain, or unmade. Ultimately they were trapped in the Zero Hour, a forsaken paradox from in averted timeline, fading from existence. With limited equipment and time only the most important information and directives were stored in the ring, and upon it's activation settling around an infant Daxamite's finger, Worm woke up.

Mon-El kept his friend secret, and so he grew up an estranged youth. He learned things his parents would rather he hadn't, he listened to and was sometimes caught speaking with voices that weren't there, and he had an intelligence far beyond his age - or at least it looked as if he did, to someone who didn't know he had his own personal AI providing him with aid and answers. Still, Worm could only do so much in these early stages of the new timeline. Mon-El was not expected to travel to the future for a very long time, but at least some of his more oblivious, callous history could be rewritten.

Earning the moniker of the Silent Son of Daxam, Mon-El became something of a reformist, challenged and advised as he was by Worm's influence, but censored and undermined by his parents. He rolled his eyes with the rest of them at the arrogant condescension of the supposed enlightened people of Krypton, but spoke out against Daxam's traditional caste system, worked to raise living standards among the lower classes, and expand his kind's stellar industries. Unfortunately for him these were priorities his parents largely opposed, refusing him a platform and discrediting his arguments in favor of their own more exploitative traditionalist policies. However, under the alias Valorium, and aided by Worm, Mon-El managed to spread his views beyond the palace despite the difficulty, and gained enough support among the more political families to instigate some limited changes.

But in the end, Worm's plot to save Mon-El's homeworld failed. As long as the AI refrained from sharing the truth of their origins, they could only do so much. The shipyards did not produce near enough ships to aid Daxam in any large scale evacuations, the King and Queen only entertained Mon-El's worry about the fall of Krypton long enough to laugh at the concept, and Worm made little progress reaching the sister planet to even warn them, much less contacting someone important enough to do something about it.

No matter what they did, they were too late to change the set course. No matter how intelligent Mon-El proved himself, or how much data they collected, Mon-El was simply too young to be taken seriously, too unusual, too radical. When Krypton went out, Daxam was showered in the debris, and Daxam's moon, Juyu, was destroyed, leaving the planet to suffer from catastrophic impacts. Mon-El escaped the planet, but refused to leave his people- so Worm, knowing there was nothing they could do, hacked his pod, activated the stasis sleep, altered the destination to Earth, and tweaked the settings so Mon-El would forget his traumatic last hours on Daxam.

C H A R A C T E R M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S:

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In an alternate future Mon-El made a valuable friend and ally, one who leapt at the chance to save their friend from his woeful end. When the chains around time loosened just enough to allow it, Brainiac-5 - who was trapped in a paradox where the Legion of Superheroes met an untimely end during the event known as the Zero Hour - altered and transported the Legion cruiser's AI, called Worm, into the past, housed in a Legion ring and wrapping around an infant Mon-El's finger.

Years later, Mon-El arrived on a world he knew nothing about in a Daxamite escape pod, with only his friend and confidant, the AI in his ring called Worm, to help him. With hazy memories, Mon-El doesn't immediately recall the final fate of Daxam, and when Worm informs him that large amounts of radiation rendered them deactive, and they've lost significant amounts of data pertaining to the events that led them to boarding the ship, Mon-El believes he is simply suffering from an odd accident from stasis travel and eventually he'll be found or send a message home to be picked up - nothing to worry about.

Now whilst striving to submerge himself in the local culture and avoid his oppressive parents' grasp just a while longer, Mon-El decided to embrace his freedom on Earth and effect some good and positive change on the primitive planet who's star has given him the most unusual powers...

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

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Mon-El and Daxam are largely inspired by the CW's Supergirl series, but as you can tell there's a lot of comic stuff and twisting to my own vision as well:

Mon-El is young, about 18 if you need an exact number. Face claim Chris Wood; dark brown hair, grey eyes, 6 foot, Caucasian nerd. His parents are King Kel and Queen Rhea - just for anyone who might already know the names of the Daxamite royal family. Worm I've invented straight out of thin air because I really just want to say 'oh worm' all the time.

Mon-El's arrival on Earth was delayed because of his ship's outdated void-traversal technology, causing the journey to be long and plagued by frequent stops to orbit stars and recharge.

The Infoblobs:

Daxam:

History

A sister planet to Krypton, Daxam also orbits the red sun Rao. In ancient times, before space-flight, it was thought that Juyu was in fact a planet, one that was located much closer to Rao than Krypton, but foreshadowing war in the city-state of Kandor, caste-less and outcasts abandoned the city to colonize Juyu, but instead discovered Daxam hidden by the orbit of Juyu, which instead was a moon rather than it's own planet. Led by a man called Dax-Am, the colonists settled on the newly discovered planet and hid themselves from Krypton for several centuries. During that time Daxam transitioned from a colonial dictatorship to a full monarchy, the first king of the planet being Val-El, whose dynasty reigned unbroken right up until the planet's destruction.

Daxam was not uninhabited however, the native population were called the Ogigi, and they worshiped the Sorrowful Gods Below, a pantheon headed by an ascendant hero called Sard. The Ogigi were spiritualistic humanoids that dwelled in one huge city beneath the arid surface, being a species of empaths deathly allergic to lead they couldn't live anywhere else for fear of coming across the material or else falling ill out of shear loneliness. The appearance of settlers on the surface saw a new dawn for the Ogigi, who were seduced and coerced into fealty to the Daxamites' banner. Lead was purged from the planet as descendants of the two peoples developed a similar - though less fatal - allergy to the substance.

A militant rebellion emerged by the name of the Sorrow Cult, motivated by the flagging gods called the Sorrows Below. The worship of Rao and other Kryptonian deities came under scrutiny, until the conflict morphed into something more ideological rather than theological; the Science War saw the reconciliation of the old pantheons merged into one, and the purging of pure Ogigi and pure Kryptonian bloodlines, instigating a new tyrannical xenophobic policy. Another war of importance to Daxam's history is the war with Krypton upon the two people's meeting each other once again, sparking a century long dispute that ended in a bloody stalemate. Thousands of years have passed since, but the antagonistic rivalry between the sister planets still burns unabated.

Daxamites:

Gifts and Flaws

From their Ogigi ancestors Daxamites inherited an anatomical quirk, a minor gift, and a minor flaw:

• The internal organs of a Daxamite are slightly changed, with their hearts on the right side of their chests.
• As the Ogigi were empaths, so too are Daxamites, but only to those of their kin. Their race are influenced by the emotions of their peers, including members of both the Ogigi and Kryptonian blood of their ancestors. This ability was exploited by the monarchy to spread substance addictions and create dependency on the government to maintain order on the planet.
• The fatal allergy to lead exposure was also inherited, in a much reduced form at least. If directly applied to a Daxamite's system, be it by injection, consumption, or managing to pierce their skin and become lodged inside them, the lead poisoning will make them severely ill, but with prompt removal and medical care it can be survived relatively easily. Outside of children, the sick, or the elderly, lead is rarely fatal, though sure to cause sickness if exposed.

Kryptonian blood also passed on their gifts to their Daxamite cousins, allowing them several major gifts and a handful of unfortunate flaws:

• The ability to process solar radiation is inherent in all Daxamites, manifesting in the staple powers. These include enhanced vision manifested across a larger spectrum, reaching the level of actual x-rays under the power of a yellow sun.
• Other abilities gained from processing yellow rays is the ability to generate an internal cell structure that causes invulnerability, the ability to generate tactile fields of negative mass to allow for flight and super-strength, and the ability to discharge intense radiation from their eyes in the form of high-powered lasers. The Kryptonian variation of the powers include freeze-breath and super-healing, but these are not available to Daxamites.
• The substance known as Kryptonite is just as dangerous to Daxamites as to Kryptonians.

Part of their evolution on the hot world of Daxam, Daxamites are quick to weaken under cold temperatures, and can easily become hypothermic.

A S S O C I A T E S:

• Worm: An artificial intelligence with limited knowledge of future events. Worm possesses the ability to hack and utilize technology of lesser or equivalent advancement from a reasonable distance and is also capable of connecting to networks such as the Internet, creating images via holograms, and speaking directly into the mind of the wearer via skin-contact, though it cannot read said mind. Worm themself has no gender, their voice being described as computerized and generic. They are Mon-El's greatest and longest friend, having a bond like that of family. Should Worm's lies and manipulations come to light however...
• Brainiac-5, "Querl": Brainiac-5 is of an alternate future, specifically the 31st century of an adverted timeline known as the Zero Hour. B-5 created the Legion ring and the AI residing within it to help alter the past to a more favorable outcome in hopes of saving his fallen friends, delivering the item via a limited form of time travel straight to Mon-El's finger.
• The Royal House of Daxam: As a son of King Kel and Queen Rhea of Daxam, Mon-El is royalty, the Prince and supposed successor to the throne. While it's true he and them don't see eye to eye on politics and a great many other things, they are still family, and they love their planet. Much as they might argue and plot, he does love them too, though how much of that is unhealthy rationalizing remains to be seen, especially with the examples set by human families on Earth.

T H E T E A M:

Team Uniform Inspo.

• Jazmin Cullen - Kid Q: Q believes herself to be human, a meta-human to be exact, but unknown to her she is an adopted alien, a Xanthuan. Her power is the ability to create stasis fields, freezing time in limited areas for short spans. She discovered Reep to be an alien by accident, catching him mid-shift in a stasis field and fearing she'd accidentally hurt him. Reep felt bad about the confusion and outed himself as an alien to her, and ever since she's been secretly helping hide them from the more xenophobic members of humanity.
• Reep Daggle - Camo: As a Durlan, Reep is an excellent shape-shifter who can blend in with ease. Shedding his orange skin and antenna for earthly tones and a short mane of hair, Reep can pass himself as whoever he needs to, regardless of species or gender. Usually calling themself Reese, Reep is one of few aliens who can move around Earth unhindered. On Durla there is a practice called the Right of Survival, where Reep and his twin Liggt were meant to fight to the death, but he refused and fled the planet.
• Brin Londo - T Wolf: Calling himself Brendan, Brin can pass as human. At a glance anyway, and with a few layers to help. His skin is a sort of brown that's slightly too red in direct light to be human, his ears are pointed, his canines a bit too pronounced, his eyes reflective like a canines, instead of nails he has claws, and despite his youth he has the fur to put any werewolf to shame. He was born on Zuun, where his father experimented on him and smuggled him off world to prevent discovery by the planet's authorities.

V I L L I A N S:

• Shane Nuñez - Lazon: Flame-wielding criminal, once suspected to be an Infernian or Regulosian, but was revealed to be a light-based metahuman. Crimes include attempted murder, assaulting officers, damaging state property, and vandalism.
• ?? ?? - Taurus Gang: Unknown, suspected new gang based in Jump City.

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V A L O R

M O N - E L

The palace shook, the grand pyramid structure actually quaking even in the far deeper levels. Mon-El paused, exchanging a concerned glance with his contact. "Go." The woman said, urgently, before pulling up the hood of her cloak and racing down the dark corridor. Mon-El himself did the opposite, shedding his hooded coat and pulling out a glass tablet, which immediately lit up. He'd barely connected to the palace network before emergency broadcasts filled his screen.

"Worm, what's happening?" He asked, even as he saw the text become unreadable from interference. Things like that didn't happen, the local network was the best on the planet, not to mention he was practically right beneath the major transmission nodes. "Is that radiation?" He demanded, disbelieving.

There was a moment before the AI responded, voice computerized even when speaking directly into his mind. "The signature is unknown, but you are correct, it is highly radioactive. Exposure would be... ill-advised." There was another pause as Mon-El quickly began walking back the way he'd came, heading for the stairs that would take him to the ground floor, which would hopefully have someone who could tell him what was happening. As if reading his mind, which, despite their ability to transmit into his head, wasn't actually possible, Worm chimed in with a concerning observation. "Length and pattern of vibrations suggest multiple heavy impacts, radiation signal implies these are not detonations of any known warheads. I have a-" The sound of terrified screaming reached them from the end of the corridor, interrupting Worm's nervous voice.

Mon-El sped up into a run, fear motivating him into a sprint. He emerged from the corridor into a war zone. Fires raged, parts of the ceiling caved in, rubble littered the floor, and everywhere there was blood and bodies, many of which were unmoving. "My Prince!" Someone screamed, Mon-El barely had time to turn his head before a man was colliding into him, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him towards the exit. It was too loud after that to hear anything else, and when they passed the ruined doors, Mon-El jerked to a halt.

Above them a rain of giant rocks were falling from the sky, and beyond that he could see the moon had turned red and cracked, as if it was falling apart too. "What-"

"Krypton is gone from the sky." Worm noted, voice void of emotion. Mon-El knew exactly what that meant.

Krypton had a fair few conspiracy theorists that thought their planet was under threat of dying, and they'd convinced several members of government that it was true, but on the whole it was being denied. He only knew of it because Worm had brought it up months ago as 'interesting' and 'unsettlingly likely', but he'd never imagined... Krypton was gone from the sky. Gone. How violent had it's death been? And now what? Was this Krypton's remains falling on their heads? Crushing his people? "We have to help them." He said breathily, so shocked that despite his words he didn't make a single move to help anyone, or even look away.

"We can't do anything, we have to go!" The man from before, a guard he realized now, pulled him from his daze, taking him by the hand and racing away. Something green glittered at the edge of his vision, but he felt it before he saw it. He felt like he'd suddenly caught fire and flinched away, turning to see a great hunk of neon green crystal crush the top of the pyramid, causing the whole palace to collapse.

His scream of denial was swallowed by the dust cloud that rushed out from the impact, little green particles in the air shooting straight into his eyes, down his throat, through his hair, knocking him clean off his feet and filling his insides with flaming pain. As the cloud around them disappeared, Mon-El found himself staring into the sky again. The moon was in pieces.

"Get up! Get up! Get up!" Worm demanded, tones chirping and frantic. He was hauled to his feet, the guard was gone and this time it was a man sporting the symbol of Krypton pulling him along. He was speaking rapidly, eyes wide and desperate, but Mon-El had no idea what he was saying. He was pretty sure his ears were bleeding. Worm filled him in with a furious hiss: "What are you doing?! He's going to kill you!"

In quick succession Mon-El realized three things. One; the Kryptonian was armed - and with a Daxamite palace guard's weapon, the guard it belonged to now a lifeless corpse. Two; he had definitely spotted a Kryptonian sub-light ship crushed by debris outside the palace's entrance. Three; there was a ship ahead of them. A Daxamite emergency pod had been triggered, it rose from the underground hangar and popped open it's fore-window automatically. It had only one seat. The Kryptonian would need Mon-El if he wanted to leave, the ship wouldn't take off without a Daxamite in it: a holdover from the war, a security measure often bypassed with Daxamite blood spilled across the internal scanners.

An impact caused the Kryptonian to stumble, and the vibration knocked Mon-El from his grasp to his knees. Instantly the world of sound invaded his ears, his hearing restored from the unexpected jarring. Quick as lightning he knocked the Kryptonian's feet from under him, giving himself no time to recover before kicking the gun away and sprinting for the pod. He was leaping over the side and into the seat in seconds, booting up navigation and activating the engines. They were airborne before a course had even been plotted.

"Worm! Activate the remaining hangar exports! Get as many emergency pods up as you can!" His order was hoarse, his throat raw from the inhaled glowing green dust. It felt like fire yes, but also like thick poison sliding through his veins.

There was a long pause, Mon-El dodging falling debris and keeping his eyes on the ground, waiting desperately as the seconds ticked by and still the pods didn't rise. "...I'm sorry, but I can't. The commands were in the local network, the chamber would have been crushed when... when the palace collapsed. I'm sorry my prince." Worm's words were colored by guilt and regret, and Mon-El felt his blood turn to ice in his veins.

Wait- his blood was- it was so cold- "Worm?" The screen started to cloud over, turning hazy, and his eyes felt heavy.

"I'm sorry, we can't help them. We have to go." Worm's whispers faded away, and slowly, Mon-El began to forget... but he dreamed of ash, and of sinister green light.

P O S T C A T L O G:

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• Starter
  • Mon-El of Daxam - See Sample Post Above ~
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• Issue #1: Familiar (Complete)
  
  • #1.01: Solus
  • #1.02: Celerity
  • #1.03: Quartine
  • #1.04: Focus
  • #1.05: Cortex
  • #1.06: Formula
  • #1.07: Bellum
  • #1.08: Lumen
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• Crisis #1: National Crisis in Star City!
  
  • #1.01: Vergō
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Absolute Comics - Season Two: The Monster Within

Lmao I’m not upsetti b just four days older *old man noise*

oh worm

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

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^{_{M O N - E L O F D A X A M ♦ E X - P R I N C E R E F U G E E ♦ M E T R O P O L I S ♦ B R A I N I A C - 5 , L E G I O N}}

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^{"You know how, on Earth, they rate everything? One star. This is a one star."}

Mon-El has spent his entire life being manipulated by the future. From the far off 31st century an alien called Brainiac-5 sent him a gift; a golden ring, marked with an 'L' shaped emblem. It was called a Legion ring, and it was worn by a group of heroes called the Legion, founded by his future-self alongside Brainiac-5, alias Querl. Usually it's only function was to allow the wearer to fly, but this one held one other very specific task; that of housing an AI known as Worm, designed first as an assistant aboard the Legion's cruiser, and then stripped down to the bare essentials and sent backwards in time.

Worm was the last of the Legion aside from Bainiac-5, the others lost, slain, or unmade. Ultimately they were trapped in the Zero Hour, an averted timeline fading from existence. With limited equipment and time only the most important information and directives were stored in the ring, and upon it's activation settling around an infant Daxamite's finger, Worm woke up.

Mon-El kept his friend secret, and so he grew up judged as a strange child. He learned things his parents would rather he hadn't, he listened to and was sometimes caught speaking with voices that weren't there, and he had an affinity for technology that looked almost like magic, or at least it would look like that to someone who didn't know he had his own personal AI helping him along. Still, Worm could only do so much in these early stages. Mon-El would not travel to the future for a long time, but at least some of his more oblivious, callous history could be rewritten.

Earning the moniker of the Precocious Prince, Mon-El became something of a reformist on Daxam, challenged and advised as he was by Worm's influence. He rolled his eyes with the rest of them at the arrogant condescension of the supposed enlightened people of Krypton, but spoke out against Daxam's traditional caste system, worked to raise living standards among the lower classes, and expand his kind's stellar industries. Unfortunately for him his parents largely opposed him, refusing him a platform and discrediting his arguments in favor of their own more exploitative traditionalist policies. Under the alias Valorium, aided by Worm, he managed to spread his views beyond the palace anyway, and gain enough support among the important families to instigate some limited change.

However Worm's plot to save Mon-El's home failed. As long as the AI refrained from sharing the truth of it's origins, it could only do so much. The shipyards did not produce near enough ships to aid Daxam in any large scale evacuations, the King and Queen only entertained Mon-El's worry about the fall of Krypton long enough to laugh at the concept, and Worm made little progress reaching the sister planet, much less contacting someone important enough to do something about it.

No matter what they did, they were too late. No matter how intelligent he proved himself, or how much data he collected, Mon-El was too young to be taken seriously, too unusual, too radical. When Krypton went out, Daxam followed. Mon-El escaped the planet, but refused to leave his people- so Worm, knowing there was nothing they could do, hacked his pod, activated the stasis sleep, altered the destination to Earth, and tweaked the settings so Mon-El would forget his last hours on Daxam.

C H A R A C T E R M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S:

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In the future Mon-El made a valuable friend and ally, one who leapt at the chance to save their friend from his woeful end. When the chains around time loosened just enough to allow it, Brainiac-5, who was trapped in a timeline where the Legion of Super-Heroes met an untimely end at the paradox point of the Zero Hour, altered and transported the Legion cruiser's AI, called Worm, into the past, housed in a Legion ring and wrapping around an infant Mon-El's finger.

Years later, Mon-El arrives on Earth, a world he knows nothing about, in a Daxamite escape pod, with only his friend and confidant, the AI in his ring called Worm, to help him. With hazy memories, Mon-El knows only that something bad had happened on Daxam, and Worm informs him that large amounts of radiation rendered them deactive, and they've lost significant amounts of data pertaining to the events that led them to boarding the ship, a claim Mon-El has no reason to doubt.

Now whilst striving to learn more of his homeworld's fate, Mon-El is encouraged to enjoy this time out from under his parent's heels and effect some good and positive change on this primitive planet, who's star has given him the most unusual powers...

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

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Mon-El and Daxam are largely inspired by the CW's Supergirl series, but as you can tell there's a lot of comic stuff twisting it to my own vision as well. Daxam and Krypton are rivaling planets in the same system, Daxam was founded by the Kryptonian Dax-Am, and Daxamites have the same powers and weaknesses as Kryptonians - what's that? Lead? I don't know her.

Mon-El is young, about 21 if you need an exact number. Face claim Chris Wood; dark brown hair, grey eyes, 6 foot, caucasian nerd. His parents are King Kel and Queen Rhea for any who might already know the names of the Daxamite royal family. Worm I'm inventing straight out of thin air because I really just want to say 'oh worm' all the time.

Their arrival on Earth was delayed because the ship is old, no Phantom Zone shenanigans or what have you.

A S S O C I A T E S:

• Worm: An artificial intelligence with limited knowledge of future events. They possesses the ability to hack and utilize technology of lesser or equivalent advancement from a reasonable distance and is also capable of connecting to networks such as the Internet, creating images via holograms, and speaking directly into the mind of the wearer via skin-contact, though it cannot read said mind. Worm themself has no gender, their voice being described as computerized and generic. They are Mon-El's greatest and longest friend, having a bond like that of family. Like a father should be, Worm has been something of a mentor and teacher, but they are also a team, it's always been the two of them against the world. Should Worm's lies and manipulations come to light however...
• Brainiac-5, "Querl": Brainiac-5 is of the future, specifically the 31st century at a paradox point known as the Zero Hour. Five created the Legion ring and the AI residing within it to help alter the past to a more favorable outcome in hopes of saving his fallen friends, delivering the item via a limited form of time travel straight to Mon-El's finger.
• The Royal House of Daxam: As a son of King Kel and Queen Rhea of Daxam, Mon-El is royalty, the Prince and supposed successor to the throne. While it's true he and them don't see eye to eye on politics and a great many other things, they are still family, and they love their planet. Much as they might argue and plot, he does love them, though how much of that is unhealthy rationalizing remains to be seen, especially with the examples set by human families on Earth.

S A M P L E P O S T:

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V A L O R

M O N - E L

The palace shook, the grand pyramid structure actually quaking even in the far deeper levels. Mon-El paused, exchanging a concerned glance with his contact. "Go." The woman said, urgently, before pulling up the hood of her cloak and racing down the dark corridor. Mon'El himself did the opposite, shedding his hooded coat and pulling out a glass tablet, which immediately lit up. He'd barely connected to the palace network before emergency broadcasts filled his screen.

"Worm, what's happening?" He asked, even as he saw the text become unreadable from interference. Things like that didn't happen, the local network was the best on the planet, not to mention he was practically right beneath the major transmission nodes. "Is that radiation?" He demanded, disbelieving.

There was a moment before the AI responded, voice computerized even when speaking directly into his mind. "The signature is unknown, but you are correct, it is highly radioactive. Exposure would be... ill-advised." There was another pause as Mon-El quickly began walking back the way he'd came, heading for the stairs that would take him to the ground floor, which would hopefully have someone who could tell him what was happening. As if reading his mind, which, despite their ability to transmit into his head, wasn't actually possible, Worm chimed in with a a concerning observation. "Length and pattern of vibrations suggest multiple heavy impacts, radiation signal implies these are not detonations of any known warheads. I have a-" The sound of terrified screaming reached them from the end of the corridor, interrupting Worm's nervous voice.

Mon-El sped up into a run, fear motivating him into a sprint. He emerged from the corridor into a war zone. Fires raged, parts of the ceiling caved in, rubble littered the floor, and everywhere there was blood and bodies, many of which were unmoving. "My Prince!" Someone screamed, Mon-El barely had time to turn his head before a man was colliding into him, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him towards the exit. It was too loud after that to hear anything else, and when they passed the ruined doors, Mon-El jerked to a halt.

Above them a rain of giant rocks were falling from the sky, and beyond that he could see the moon had turned red and cracked, as if it was falling apart too. "What-"

"Krypton is gone from the sky." Worm noted, voice void of emotion. Mon-El knew exactly what that meant.

Krypton had a fair few conspiracy theorists that thought their planet was under threat of dying, and they'd convinced several members of government that it was true, but on the whole it was being denied. He only knew of it because Worm had brought it up months ago as 'interesting' and 'unsettlingly likely', but he'd never imagined... Krypton was gone from the sky. Gone. How violent had it's death been? And now what? Was this Krypton's remains falling on their heads? Crushing his people? "We have to help them." He said breathily, so shocked that despite his words he didn't make a single move to help anyone, or even look away.

"We can't do anything, we have to go!" The man from before, a guard he realized now, pulled him from his daze, taking him by the hand and racing away. Something green glittered at the edge of his vision, but he felt it before he saw it. He felt like he'd suddenly caught fire and flinched away, turning to see a great hunk of neon green crystal crush the top of the pyramid, causing the whole palace to collapse.

His scream of denial was swallowed by the dust cloud that rushed out from the impact, little green particles in the air shooting straight into his eyes, down his throat, through his hair, knocking him clean off his feet and filling his insides with flaming pain. As the cloud around them disappeared, Mon-El found himself staring into the sky again. The moon was in pieces.

"Get up! Get up! Get up!" Worm demanded, tones chirping and frantic. He was hauled to his feet, the guard was gone and this time it was a man sporting the symbol of Krypton pulling him along. He was speaking rapidly, eyes wide and desperate, but Mon-El had no idea what he was saying. He was pretty sure his ears were bleeding. Worm filled him in with a furious hiss: "What are you doing?! He's going to kill you!"

In quick succession Mon-El realized three things. One; the Kryptonian was armed - and with a Daxamite palace guard's weapon, the guard it belonged to now a lifeless corpse. Two; he had definitely spotted a Kryptonian sub-light ship crushed by debris outside the palace's entrance. Three; there was a ship ahead of them. A Daxamite emergency pod had been triggered, it rose from the underground hangar and popped open it's fore-window automatically. It had only one seat. The Kryptonian would need Mon-El if he wanted to leave, the ship wouldn't take off without a Daxamite in it: a holdover from the war, a security measure often bypassed with Daxamite blood spilled across the internal scanners.

An impact caused the Kryptonian to stumble, and the vibration knocked Mon-El from his grasp to his knees. Instantly the world of sound invaded his ears, his hearing restored from the unexpected jarring. Quick as lightning he knocked the Kryptonian's feet from under him, giving himself no time to recover before kicking the gun away and sprinting for the pod. He was leaping over the side and into the seat in seconds, booting up navigation and activating the engines. They were airborne before a course had even been plotted.

"Worm! Activate the remaining hangar exports! Get as many emergency pods up as you can!" His order was hoarse, his throat raw from the inhaled glowing green dust. It felt like fire yes, but also like thick poison sliding through his veins.

There was a long pause, Mon-El dodging falling debris and keeping his eyes on the ground, waiting desperately as the seconds ticked by and still the pods didn't rise. "...I'm sorry, but I can't. The commands were in the local network, the chamber would have been crushed when... when the palace collapsed. I'm sorry my prince." Worm's words were colored by guilt and regret, and Mon-El felt his blood turn to ice in his veins.

Wait- his blood was- it was so cold- "Worm?" The screen started to cloud over, turning hazy, and his eyes felt heavy.

"I'm sorry, we can't help them. We have to go." Worm's whispers faded away, and slowly, Mon-El began to forget... but he dreamed of ash, and of sinister green light.

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Absolute Comics - Season Two: The Monster Within

Think I’m going to just post my app when I wake up tomorrow. When I edited it I kinda made the other player’s approval a bit unnecessary, but I wanted it anyway for courtesy sake and stuff buuuut I’ve been waiting for ages so whatever.

Warcraft: War of the Ancients [Recruiting]

Okay, before I get too excited, I have Questions^TM:

So for... let's call them divergent classes, like warlocks and demon hunters and death knights where the character usually has a background as something else before they started making deals with demons or snacking on their souls or being raised as undead, how much of their old skills do they retain? Would it make sense that a former mage turned warlock might know how to conjure a water elemental? That a former rogue turned demon hunter might know how to sneak unseen?

And speaking of conjuring shizz, for warlocks and mages, and I guess demon hunters and death knights to an extent, how do their relationships carry over? As far as like conjured side kicks I mean. I'm not sure what the official canon is on these things. I think demons go back to the Nether when warlocks don't have them summoned, and I assume the same goes for elementals and the various elemental planes, but I don't know for sure. Could be stored in neat little scrolls or tattoos I guess. I know warlocks have contracts and always summon the same demons, is that the same for mages and elementals? Do the contracts carry over across time? Would the demons/elementals remember the future or would they just suddenly be bound in a contract their future selves made or is that all voided? I want to say it'd make sense that it only matters if they travel through the warp portal thing with the character, as with Draven and Zep or w/e his name is and Avol and... I thought it was a hobgoblin but it's actually an ogre so... anyway, is that something you want a solid say in or can I just play it how I want to?

I like to think I'm pretty solid in warcraft lore, I've been super into it even after all this time and Blizz's questionable choices lmao, but this kinda stuff I'd rather have your opinion on first before I start throwing my own assumptions around :P

Absolute Comics - Season Two: The Monster Within

Are you sure? Matt Murdock is def some kind of avatar or son of Mars. :P

Absolute Comics - Season Two: The Monster Within

I see webboy and think spiderman but no. I see star lord and think guardians but no. How dare u confuse me with ur awful schemes! D:<

Absolute Comics - Season Two: The Monster Within

Okay I haven’t ghosted y’all lmao I just rewrote the whole char sheet and the peep I need to like approve me or whatever I get the impression they’re super busy but it shouldn’t be too much longer 👍