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Name: Johnny Blaze, The Ghost Rider, Spirit of Vengeance

Alignment: Neutral Good

Affiliation: Shadowpact

History:
John Blaze was born into a world of motorcycle grease and cheering crowds. The son of Barton Blaze and Naomi Kale, Johnny spent his early years in the Quentin Carnival, where his parents starred in a stunt show with Craig "Crash" Simpson. His idyllic home life ended abruptly, however, when Naomi abandoned John, taking his younger siblings - Barbara and Daniel - with her. Naomi's decision to leave had been difficult, but she felt it was necessary "because of the family curse."

Crash figured Johnny's mother was just nuts, and officially adopted the boy. Unaware of the mystical forces swirling around him, John followed the Simpsons into their own traveling stunt show - the Crash Simpson Stunt Cycle Extravaganza. Crash had become a true father figure to Johnny by this time, teaching him how to ride in the hopes that the younger man might eventually succeed him as the star of the show. This dream came to a fiery end when Johnny was fifteen. While practicing a dangerous stunt, Johnny was nearly killed and Mona Simpson was mortally wounded. When Mona asked John on her deathbed to quit riding, he swore to her that he would.

Over the next five years, Johnny's relationship with Crash deteriorated as John refused to take part in the show. Not understanding John's motivations, Crash grew increasingly frustrated, even accusing his adopted son of cowardice; however, John continued to practice at night, honing his skills until he surpassed his mentor. He had another secret, too: he and Roxanne had become lovers. When Crash revealed he was dying of cancer, he asked Johnny once more to take over the show, but Johnny refused despite Roxanne's disappointment. Distraught, John turned to the occult in search of answers. His studies ultimately led to a spell that supposedly could summon Satan himself. John didn't realize it, but the entity he summoned was actually Mephisto. The demon offered to cure Crash's cancer in exchange for Johnny's servitude.

Mephisto then cured Crash of his cancer in return for Johnny's promise of servitude. Crash died almost immediately afterwards, however, in a failed attempt to set a world's record by jumping over 22 cars. Despairing over the loss of his adopted father, Johnny attempted - and made - the jump himself, seeking to honor Crash's memory. Johnny was still at Mephisto's mercy, though, and would have lost his soul outright if not for the heroic intervention of Roxanne, who proclaimed her love for Johnny and drove the demon away with the purity of her emotion (though Mephisto would return).

One night after Crash's death, Johnny found himself transformed into a skeletal being with a flaming skull. Fearing at first that this demonic form was a manifestation of his own evil side, he soon realized that he had bonded with some wholly separate entity. Transforming nightly into a fiendish figure with a blazing skull, John became involved with a local motorcycle gang, Satan's Servants. Their leader, Curly Samuels, had gained the fiend's trust, until a shocked John discovered that the soul of Crash Simpson lurked within Curly's form. Mephisto had offered Crash a new life in exchange for betraying his adopted son, and Crash had eagerly accepted. Johnny was cast into Hell, where he managed to reawaken Crash's sense of honor and love. The older man sacrificed himself to help Johnny escape, making him promise to protect Roxanne- and providing Johnny with greater control over his demonic alter ego.

Now, Johnny has taken to the streets to protect Roxanne, the Quentin Carnival, and the innocent people of the nation from threats- infernal, criminal, or monstrous. Styling his alter ego after the countless urban legends of undead figures traveling the nation's highways and bringing Old Testament justice to evildoers, Johnny Blaze has become... The Ghost Rider. In the months since his heroic debut, Ghost Rider has run afoul of many criminals, not to mention demons, angels, and supernatural foes. Thankfully, he has joined up with other supernatural heroes to form the Shadowpact, in order to stay afloat in the increasingly madcap world he finds himself in.

Supporting Cast:
Quentin Carnival: The circus where Johnny was born and raised.
The Spirits of Vengeance: The other Ghost Riders, usually written off as urban legends. There seems to be one for each nation, and in some parts of the world, multiple Ghost Riders.





How (if at all) does the New Frontier version of your character differ from the original?: From the start, there's the spirits of Vengeance which inspired Johnny's identity. These are the other Ghost Riders, which could be used for storylines down the road. We've also got villains from across Danny Ketch, Johnny Blaze, and Noble Kale's runs as the featured Ghost Riders. Oh, and membership in the Shadowpact.

Post References:
Dialing H for Hero in the War for the Multiverse
The Spandez Conquest Hour makes me consider applying as Mojo
Un, the Arguing God, creates life as he argues with himself
Right, a few dozen pages later, I've got some progress.

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Honestly, if I applied with Thor, I'd probably team him up with Aquaman and have them go on adventures to the Savage Land or Skartaris. Captain America would end up fighting nazi super scientists and The Ultra Humanite, and Luthor as kind of a jerk.

So yeah, probably sticking with Ghost Rider.
So, I've been looking through, and I've noticed no one has claimed Ambush Bug or Ghost Rider. ...And I just realized how odd that combination sounds. Any objections to an Ambush Bug who's on a government-created team of weirdness fighters, or a Ghost Rider who fights supernatural crime as part of the Shadowpact?
"Yeah, I could eat." Lucar muttered. "I'll take the bottomless Apocalyptic Mynock Wings. You never start the entertainment without a ready supply of food. Oh yeah, and some Crystal Fizzyglug."

Lucar motioned for Sulik to follow him to a secluded booth. There were stains where the patrons had left drinks for long periods, and divots in the finish where they'd spilled their drinks. Looking around carefully, Lucar took a commlink out of his pocket before fiddling with the settings. With a hiss and crackle, the Commlink went through about fourteen subgenres of Jizz, two rock bands, and a Trandoshan love ballad as Lucar finally tuned to the right frequency.

"{...posal. But the New Republic has entered our airspace. What will you do about that, Imperial?}"

"I planted a bug between some of Delro's fat rolls while he was distracted. This way, we'll be able to tell what the frell's going down."

Grabbing a wing, Lucar took a sizeable bite and kept listening in. He smacked his lips, enjoying the infamous burn of the Tatooine sauce- so named because the flavor was rough, coarse, and got everywhere.

"I swear, these things never fill you up."
Guardians of the Galaxy was the tone comics had for over 50 years before the grimdark brigade started running the asylum. The only comic book movies in recent memory that actually felt like comic book movies were Captain America, Big Hero 6, Ant Man, and Guardians of the Galaxy.

<Snipped quote by Cinderella Man>

that's your opinion, I loved the movie


I think that speaks VOLUMES about the level of darkness we're talking.
Yeah I have no idea what the hell Weird Tales is on about. It's either "Quirky" or needlessly wrist-slashing grimdark.
Makuu Space #619



The cells of block C. Reserved for nonviolent offenders with sentences longer than 3,000 years. One of the prison's guards, Boulderdash, was escorting Warden Lonesome down to the surprisingly well-lit depths. However, this wasn't really necessary- the worst offender on the block was only in for election fraud and surrendered peacefully. But the law was the law, and a Makuu Warden needed at least one officer along for backup. The cells up here were still fairly nice, even if the surroundings were dreary- good lighting, and plenty of space. Too much space, in fact- the only reason the cells were so far apart was the weirdness inherent in a Makuu Space. They came upon a heavy door, which slid down. Light shined before them as the warden and his escort stepped through...

...into a lovely foyer with a piping teapot and an insectoid alien opposite the table. Inmates were allowed to bring back whatever they could scrounge from The Yard, and this particular inmate made a killing trading for his stolen goods. The warden placed a wanted poster on the table. Yellow chitinous plates, wide hooked feet, enormous red compound eyes, and wiggling antennae. Though the bowtie, cufflinks, and top hat were missing, it was obviously the prisoner. The warden took off his pauldrons and placed them on a coatrack. As the prisoner poured the warden and guard tea. Apparently the prisoner stole this beverage back in 1860, when he acquired the crown jewels of one of the Earth governments, hidden in a large stone fortification.

"Prisoner 0020038GTF. Arrested in the Kidd sector for 2 billion counts of theft, 2 billion nine-hundred and ninety-nine counts of breaking and entering, and 1 count of planetary vandalism. Other charges stand unproved. Sentenced to forty-thousand years in Makuu Space as a nonviolent offender. Somehow, you still have new furniture between visits."

"What can I say, sir? I'm a bug of singular pursuits."

The warden took a long drink from the tea before crossing his arms.

"I'm not questioning it. We can't prove you're breaking out to steal anything. You earned that title of yours. But that's not what we're here to discuss today. It's been approximately 200 years since your last stint in the yard."

“Hm? I haven't kept track.”

“I'm sure. Just remember, you're free to do whatever, but no violence against anything but the wildlife. Got it?”

With that, the warden stood and replaced his pauldrons. Boulderdash followed, the doors closing behind them. The strange insect made his way over to the hat rack. Retrieving his hat and large bowtie, he made his way to the mirror.

"Hmph. Violence? Why, I have no need for violence."

Adjusting his clothes, he reached over to an elephant's foot umbrella stand. He retrieved his spiked cane.

"After all, theft is all about aesthetics!"

With a skip and a jump, he was out his door and heading to the teleporter pad.

"It is requires style! Coolness! Nobility!"

He spun on his heel, tilting his hat and stopping with the cane. With a long whine of alien machinery, he vanished.

"STEALING TOMORROW! THE PHANTOM THIEF, CRICKET LUPIN!"
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