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By the way I had a thought earlier (A dangerous pastime I know!)

the Steven Grant identity of Moon Knight made his initial fortune off of unique access to a large amount of rare and extremely well-preserved Ancient Egyptian artifacts combined with Marc Spector's mercenary money and investments, but for some reason Spectrecorp also gives him access to advanced materials, weapons and technology for his toys and lair and stuff. Instead of leaving it unexplained, would it make sense in this universe that Moon Knight/Steven Grant has access to Thanagarian technology given their occasional association with Ancient Egypt?

It would help explain why a minor independently wealthy artifacts dealer is able to become so much richer and branch out, plus it explains his Fist of Khonshu ancient egyptian alternate set of equipment a lot better than 'made by a time traveling Hawkeye'. Plus the anti-gravity technology of Nth metal helps explain the drone-board thing and Mooncopter.

Just a thought, feel free to ignore me.



Secret Subbasement of Stately Grant Manor
One Werewolf Hunt Later


Moon Knight stepped out of a particular chamber of his primary lair wherein the apparent werewolf and serial killer Anthony Lupus was being held, restrained by an odd improvised mix of ordinary handcuffs and silver thread to prevent any further transformation. Khonshu was right as as always in leading him to Lupus. The information he'd received was troubling to say the least. He would have to act on it quickly before the madness it hinted at spread any further, infected anyone else. But before he could move out again something caught his eye, a flurry of movement at the corner of his vision. He spun and threw a crescent blade to pin whatever intruder was present in place, making the throw by pure reflex. It was only afterward that he saw what he had caught.

"Jeff, what are you doing here? You don't have access to the subbasement."

As always just the sight of the boy's perpetually cheerful yet defiant face hit Moon Knight full on with a tsunami of cascading emotions and memories, almost all of them painful. His early battles with Midnight Man, the self-proclaimed "World's Greatest Gentleman Thief", how he had changed from target of Khonshu's punishment to someone whom Moon Knight could almost respect if he could give up his addiction to flashy theft. Then came their final battle. Moon Knight could still see it as if it were playing out before his eyes all over again. The mistimed kick on a rooftop slick with rain, the look in Midnight Man's eyes as he realized he was falling, falling...down towards the river. Moon Knight's glider cape had been in tatters after their knife fight but he still remembered the sensation of flinging himself over the edge and reaching for Midnight Man's hand...It was only afterward that he'd found out Midnight Man had a son, a son he'd been training to join the family business and raised on tales of his daring exploits against his most noble and implacable foe the Moon Knight.

Taking Jeff in under the guise of Steven Grant had been the least he could do but the child was far too bright and cunning, so it had only taken one slip-up for him to follow Steven Grant down to the subbasement. Which is how he came to be here, sleeve pinned against a wall by a crescent knife he was casually examining as he ignored a glare that had made grown criminals wet themselves with practiced ease.

"My Dad was the world's greatest thief, so if you think some fancy locks and scanners are going to keep me out of anywhere you're crazy, Steve!"

Moon Knight sometimes tended to agree with that assessment.

"Still, I can't have you coming down here whenever you like and interrupting-"

"So what did he tell you?"

"He who?"

"The monster man, the werewolf or whatever! Marlene told me about him and there's no way you'd hand him over to the police without interrogating him yourself first! So what did he tell you?"

Moon Knight sighed and mentally reminded himself never to become an actual parent.

"If it'll prevent you from trying to go in there and find out for yourself...he was surprisingly talkative. It turns out he was a test subject for one Professor Achilles Milo, currently working out of an abandoned research lab that used to belong to Roxxon Oil and Chemical. He promised Lupus there that he'd turn him into the next Olympic gold medalist but then went and turned him into that thing instead.

"Eesh! You'd think he'd know better with a name like Lupus. So what do we do next?"

"We don't do anything. You're going to go back upstairs and get some sane amount of sleep in. I'm going to head to that factory and see what I can beat out of Milo, or at least pick up his trail. And don't say "But I want to help" or "But I have training" for the thirtieth time, because that's final!"

The glare he got as the kid ripped the throwing knife out of his sleeve and stormed out would've been soul-withering to any lesser man, but he wouldn't risk Jeff sharing his father's fate. He still didn't know just how Midnight Man had died, though if he did Moon Knight figured he would likely be a lot less eager to jump into being Moon Knight's sidekick.

As his feet locked into place on his Angelwing and he lifted off, he prayed to Khonshu for guidance on how to handle the boy.

As always though, with Jeff there were no easy answers.
Speaking of, pummel me with criticisms already everyone! I feel so outclassed by some of you guys and I'm aching to improve!

unless you don't want to, that's okay too...
Right, that's my first Moon Knight post done. I realize there's a lot to be improved upon and all but I hope it's okay. Feedback's always welcome!

In the name of the Moon, I shall punish you!



New York by Night,
The Time of the Hunt


Marc Spector was a religious man, though he'd turned his back on his father's God long before he had come of age as a man and walked out on his father shortly thereafter. True, he'd once been a murderer and a mercenary and about as godless as any man could hope to be. But much like one famous, murdering forefather of his he had fled persecution in Egypt and found himself alone in the desert and like that forefather he had made a Covenant with a long forgotten God.

So knowing all that, was it any surprise that he had returned to his homeland bringing plague and punishment to the wicked in order to set his people free?

Normally the targets of his divine punishments were petty criminals or the occasional super-villain but tonight under the divine glow of his Lord's lunar eye, he sought out a different sort of adversary entirely. A vision from his god had shown him what his own detective work had recently confirmed, that a monster stalked the streets of New York City wrapped in human skin, preying on the innocent and the lost to sate its own gluttony and blood-lust. Those who traveled by night were under his deity's aegis, so such a creature would have to be stopped by any means necessary. He knew where to find the target tonight based on the pattern of its previous attacks and from the looks of things it was definitely a creature of habit.

Because as the Moon Knight arrived on the scene the monster had already cornered a young woman. She was almost a stereotype with her blonde haired, blue-eyed American girl look. She was pale, pretty and wide-eyed and from the looks of things she was about to let loose the sort of scream you could hear from the rooftops. The beast of a thing eyed her with a feral look despite his human face, teeth bared almost like a grin, arms outstretched toward her and moving forward in a lunge that would close the gap between them and make a victim out of her. Well, it would have except that she had suddenly pulled a TASER from her purse. The wired darts found flesh in a burst of air before dropping her assailant like a landed fish, complete with twitching about from electrically induced full-body spasms. The woman grinned at her would-be assailant's misfortune as prey became predator in a matter of seconds.

All according to plan.

Moon Knight descended to the street on silent cloth wings to survey the results of their planned ambush, giving the woman a nod of acknowledgement as he did.

"Good work Marlene, you played your part excellently, that monster won't escape judgement tonight. Now we just have to-"

The Lunar Legionnaire froze suddenly, noticing an odd shift in his downed quarry's movements that was more controlled and deliberate than the electricity should have allowed. With it came a sudden sense of recognition and danger, as the moonlight from above seemed to fill the alleyway a little brighter.

"Moon Knight? What is it? Are you sure I shouldn't have brought my Magnum, because this sicko-"

"Marlene, run!"

"But-"

"RUN!"

As Marlene darted past the two of them, the predatory man's form began to change, his skin rippling like an ocean wave as bones crackled and groaned, teeth elongating and muscles bulging to the point that his clothes were torn to pieces though bare skin was quickly covered up by a hide of dense fur and groans of pain faded into a truly bestial growl. It took only moments, but where once there was a human being there crouched something instead more wolf than man. Only then did Moon Knight truly realize that his vision was no hyperbole, no clever metaphor on part of his god. This was a true monster clothed in human skin, a werewolf who had murdered his victims not with knives and rage but with tooth and claw. A now empty syringe dropped to the pavement with a clink of plastic, but there was no doubt in the Crescent Crusader's mind of this abomination's mystical link to the moon above.

"Anthony Lupus, the cries of those you have killed have been heard, the Judgement of Khonshu awaits you!"

If the creature that was once Lupus heard, he does not care. He lunged at Moon Knight, impossibly fast, claws aiming to disembowel the Fist of Khonshu. His swiping claws merely shrieked and sparked against Carbonadium armor, but the force of the impact still bowled Moon Knight over, giving the werewolf time to leap onto him and snap at him with slavering jaws. A truncheon came up in Moon Knight's hand to hold him at bay as he rolled with the pounce, kicking the lycanthrope off of himself with the aid of the beast's own momentum. Crescent blades whirred through the air from Moon Knight's hands only for the wounds they cut into the creature to heal with about as much speed and effect as if he'd struck water. Lupus closed with him again in a rush but this time Moon Knight was ready, catching the monster with a right cross that resulted in a howl of pain and a sudden burst of silver flame around his fist. For a man who regularly communed with an ancient Egyptian moon god, plating cestuses in sacred silver was just a reasonable precaution.

Moon Knight ducked low under the werewolf's reach and began weaving back and forth in a slight figure eight in and out of the lycanthrope's blindsides, his rhythm building speed and power while allowing him to dodge the few untrained strikes the wolfman attempted. Before long he began unleashing a rapid fire storm of hooks from both left and right in time with his swaying, pummeling Lupus with a barrage of silver-coated punches that lit the night like a strobe light. Before long his savage opponent was burnt, battered and whimpering, swaying on his clawed feet. When the knockout punch came, it was a mercy for the poor creature. It wasn't the most artful display of martial skill, but the vigilante cared more about making it hurt.

With Anthony Lupus unconscious and slowly shifting back to human form at his feet, Moon Knight knelt down to retrieve the dropped syringe. Though he had brought Khonshu's judgement to one killer, his crusade this night was far from over. After all there was always a bigger fish and Moon Knight was certain that this one would be very big indeed.

Because someone in New York was making werewolves.
Reposting here now that it's mostly finished


"Others may disagree" was just a joke about him being particularly brutal and at times unstable anyways.

Though this all does make me wonder how he'd interact with say, the Punishers, as people with somewhat similar backgrounds but in his eyes a lot less justification and the like.
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I mean, that's Lawful Good in a nutshell, yeah? My understanding is that Lawful is less about following society's laws and more about having a strict code that guides one's choices.


That's true although some people do insist on a narrower interpretation of it meaning 'society's laws'. The debate is probably more about if he should be considered 'good' given his methods and the fact that he's potentially just violently insane instead of following the mandates of a god of justice, vengeance and protection. He looks in the mirror and sees a paladin, other people look at him and might just see a guy yelling nonsense and waving weapons around.
(Major WIP but I couldn't resist)

Name: Marc Spector AKA Moon Knight AKA too many aliases to list

Alignment: Sees himself as Lawful Good. Others may disagree.

Affiliation: Currently None

History: Marc Spector had often felt like the only thing he was good for was hitting people. He'd started developing that particular talent as a young, first on the streets and then in some less-than-legal prize-fighting rings. With his fists and pent up rage coupled with sheer bloody-minded determination he was able to pull himself and his brother Rand up out of poverty. It was in that same state of mind that he signed up for the Marines as soon as he was legally able, since the military would at least let him keep fighting people for money without worrying about a raid from the cops cutting his brother off from his only means of financial support.

Spector found that he took to war zones and conflict like a natural and he wasn't the only one who'd noticed. Within two years he'd been scouted by the CIA and retrained as a field operative, traveling the world at the behest of the government wherever the danger and intrigue was thickest. It was good work if not particularly honest and Marc was considered one of the agency's best and brightest. He was even able to strike up a real if covert relationship with a fellow operative by the name of Lisa with whom he regularly worked. In a life that had mostly been made up of drifting aimlessly from one fight to the next, it was about as close to stable and happy as Marc Spector had gotten.

That all changed on a mission where Marc and Lisa were tasked with tracking down the leader of a massive arms trafficking organization hiding out in Italy. To Marc's shock, the arms dealer they were after was revealed to be his brother Rand who had turned to crime in his long absence. Taking advantage of Marc's hesitation Rand was able to kill Lisa with a hatchet and escape. Enraged by his lover's death and his brother's corruption, Marc hunted Rand for four days before blowing him up with a hand grenade and leaving him for dead. Overcome by the loss of both of the people he cared most about, he resigned from the intelligence community and turned his skills and considerable personal traumas to mercenary work.


Perhaps he wanted to die or maybe just keep fighting until the world hurt as much as he did, but whatever his motivations Marc Spector threw himself into every warzone, brush-fire conflict, and insurgency he could possibly get involved in, the more danger the better. He was rescued from himself by an unlikely companion, fellow mercenary Paul-Jean DuChamp, or "Frenchie" as Marc soon began calling him. Frenchie insisted on befriending Spector and keeping him alive despite his death-wish and in time the two became the closest of friends and partners for life. Together they survived numerous battlefields and with a little bit of wise investing, Marc became one very rich mercenary though he continued on in further pursuit of the almighty dollar and out of friendship to DuChamp. Another short if influential friendship came in the form of a younger mercenary, actually a traveling Bruce Wayne seeking to learn unconventional warfare tactics. Though Marc rejected him at first, the young man proved his worth over time and Marc and Frenchie began teaching him the ways of guerilla war. Ultimately Bruce even took a bullet meant for Spector during a particularly dangerous ambush, not only cementing their bond but somewhat reigniting Spector's belief in honest altruism and sacrifice. The two patched up their wounds and Marc even offered Bruce a permanent stake in their band, but the younger man turned him down and they amiably parted ways. It was shortly after this that Marc took the job that would change him forever.

Marc stayed in Egypt to sign on to the larger crew of Raoul Bushman, a much more violent mercenary who killed for the fun of it as much for the money, though he paid incredibly well. Unfortunately for Marc, Bushman had his eyes set on plundering a recently uncovered temple to the ancient Egyptian god Khonshu. He began threatening and killing the archaeological dig site's crew and Spector stepped in to defend them. This didn't turn out particularly well for him as it ended with Bushman defeating Spector and leaving him to die at the collapsing altar of the ancient moon god. As he passed into death, Marc Spector received a vision of Khonshu that told him if he accepted an offer to become the god's champion he would resurrect him and make him more than he was. Marc accepted and awoke to find that he was able to escape the collapsed temple, then took revenge on Bushman and saw him imprisoned.

Feeling a new-found sense of purpose as Khonshu whispered words of justice and vengeance to come in his ear, Marc Spector returned to New York and established an identity as wealthy financier, philanthropist and defense contractor Steven Grant using his invested wealth as a mercenary and the treasures of Khonshu to finance a one-man crusade in the name of his new God, with Duchamp along as his pilot and 'bodyguard'. He had become a ghost of the moon, a specter of vengeance raised by Khonshu, the Moon Knight! He also went about establishing numerous other identities, all to serve the god for whom he functioned as an avatar, though in truth all of this may just be a delusion caused by a horrible life and being temporarily dead and he tends to lose himself in the roles he occupies.

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Hmm...Does anyone already have anything involving Moon Knight? I feel like I could really use him for fun and interesting stuff.
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