DragonofTheWest

Tales of Death and Glory

The Story So Far...

The Great War



Nobody believed in the “Void” at first. Since the dawn of history, the beings from “the other side” were just a myth, a rumor that was used to scare little kids at night. Yet for all the monsters that existed in the current world from the great dragons in the skies or the fierce leviathans in the seas, nothing could compare to the demonic beings that spilled forth. The monsters that arrived were so cruel that even the most notable of vampire covens or fearsome of orc warbands that plagued numerous country sides were incomparable to the evil that killed indiscriminately.

Initially the sightings were just isolated incidents, and the world idly ignored the growing problem for some time. It did not matter if a village here or some town there was ravaged… the great kingdoms of the world had little care for the problems in other countries until the Void appeared on their shores.

As the world became fully consumed in war it became known that many countries were supportive of this new demonic regime that had emerged. Whether they collaborated to bring the Void into the world or simply submitted to them in the hopes of avoiding their wrath is simply unclear. The remaining kingdoms who opposed the Void and its allies rallied under a “Coalition of Order”. The Coalition which consisted of various great kingdoms and other free cities threw aside past rivalries and banded together to combat the enemy.

The war took countless lives, but the Coalition emerged victorious after defeating “The Chosen” the appointed war lord of the Void as well as finding a way to destroy and seal the portal gates that allowed the Void to enter the current realm. The peace that followed however was fragile. While some kingdoms recovered and even surpassed their previous strength, other kingdoms remained entirely devastated. Countless refugees spilled into foreign lands and many desperate survivors undertook all sorts of crimes to ensure their survival leaving the future unstable and uncertain.

Perhaps the most dominant of the factions that emerged from the war was the Mages Guild. Initially the Mages Guild was a private order devoted to all things science and magic who only invited the best and brightest to join their ranks. Yet with the war over the Mages Guild changed its policies and began to provide services to the remaining survivors of the world such as…
1. Providing loans to countries in need of money
2. Hire talented merchants, craftsman, farmers, sellswords and anyone of value and “rented” them out to countries in need to help rebuild.
3. Allow Mages to reverse the terraforming the Void inflicted on ravaged countries (an expensive and lengthy process)
4. Build and develop their private island into a massive seaport that served as a global hub so countries from every corner can trade goods in a singular area.
5. Perfected the use of magic conjurations to open portals at sea to increase the speed of travel. While portals existed in smaller fashion, only the Mages Guild developed portals large enough to transport trading vessels.

Initially many countries benefitted from a more powerful and collaborative Mages guild. The new global trade hub ensured countries began to connect more and profits soared. However, it wasn’t long till jealously and doubt began to fill the minds of the various rulers that once made up the Coalition. Some began to believe the Mages Guild was responsible for the Void invasion, believing that they tempered with ancient artifacts that ripped a hole in the dimension that allowed the enemy to spill forth. Others believe the Mages Guild foresaw the Void invasion and purposely hid their power, allowing the world to rip itself apart just so they can take advantage of the ashes. Regardless of blame, countries who could not recover from the war became so dependent that they were more or less owned by the Mages guild.

Since the war against the Void has ended, the Mages Guild has fully opened its once secluded island to the world. What once consisted only of a giant spire of knowledge in the middle of the sea has emerged into a grand seaport with taverns, brothels and trading centers that are unmatched throughout the world. The Mages even built a great “Arena” to entertain the various guests that arrived to provide legalized gladiatorial combat. If money was to be made the Mages Guild had part of it.

Chapter 1: The Mages Guild of Pandarosa

It has been a full 100 years since the end of the Great War. Despite the era being considered a time of peace and rebuilding, several kingdoms had engaged in smaller conflicts thus further shifting the hierarchy of power in the world and the old alliance that was known as the Coalition becomes increasingly a relic of the past. In response, the Mages Guild led by its council the “Enlightened Ones” has sent personal invitations to the great rulers of every country along with invitations to reputable mercenaries, scholars and any being of notability or status in the hopes of a grand gathering of great minds. While the timing seemed suspicious, its widely believed the Mages Guild wants to accelerate its growing business by showing off new secrets and technologies it had to offer the world in a grand celebration as well as attempt to keep the fragile global peace. Regardless of affiliation or reason, it seemed appropriate for people to attend, after all surely there was something of value to gain in the most diverse island in the world.

The Mages Guild remain quite protective of its island. Well trained and armed mercenaries act as the island’s personal army while a small but powerful fleet of warships secure the waters around the island. The Mages Guild also decreed numerous laws, examples including
1. Beasts of war and engines of war are prohibited. No exceptions
2. Limits to the size of ships which basically prohibited any sizable warships. Upon arrival security is allowed to check any and all cargo being brought aboard as well as investigate any personal onboard.
3. There was no fighting allowed on the streets regardless of fault. Any personal vendettas were to be settled in the Arena at a time deemed appropriate.
4. The Mages Guild were free to adjust and deviate from the law if necessary. Their island, their rules.

While there were some countries that have the militaries to challenge the Mages Guild and its allies, no kingdom dared to make any sort of aggressive action towards the world’s leader in science, magic and trade in the belief that attacking the Mages Guild, meant an attack on the world itself.

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If you made it this far, I thank you for your time. So sure enough, what exactly is going on? This RP is inspired by numerous works such as Warhammer Fantasy,WoW,LoTR,Elder Scrolls etc. While many concepts and terms may seem familiar, the idea behind all of this is basically a sandbox-esque RP under an original (though heavily inspired) lore that was created. Due to the vague concept and flexibility provided due to not having a singular main source material, all sorts of storylines are possible from adventure quests, epic battles and collaborative character stories coming together.

So still interested? Well the story plans to start on the Island of Pandarosa in a grand festival that is meant to bring the world's best and brightest into a single location. Where we go from there will naturally be figured out but whether you are a member of a royal family or a curious wandering swordsman, you don't want to miss this celebration.

RP Guidlines

My Hider

1. The usual no God-Modding, taking control of other people’s character without permission etc…
2. Ironically due to the nature of the RP, there WILL be top of the line, extremely powerful characters, entities, factions and thus I will try and establish characters of such significance to set the “bar” to not go over. Also, such characters/entities/factions will be limited and thus not everyone will be able to start off at such an extreme level. I will eventually post a rough sketch of a top of the line character to give an example.
3. While I intend to be flexible, please try to make characters that fit the setting. A wandering sellsword? An exiled price seeking redemption? A Void sympathizer/agent? Go for it! An alien from outer space attempting to fit in? Nope.
4. The setting is set around High Fantasy. Cannons, blunderbusses, Airships(like those in WoW), Beasts of War such as Dragons, Leviathans, Hydras are all permitted along with the use of magical powers(within reason). Having said that no lasers, automatic bullet weapons, nukes, OP magic spells (like insta soul suck an entire town) etc. Any questions on this feel free to ask
5. While this is a casual RP, I am expecting a good amount of detail though I am not asking for a novel. Simply put, post with purpose.
6. Rules are subject to change if necessary.
7. Have fun, ask questions if needed and lets all work together to try and work at something awesome.

Updated Example rough draft character sheets.

Aratheon Tassarion

Aratheon Tassarion
Age: 300 years
Race: High Elf
Title/Rank: High King of Asteryion, "The Great Dragon King"

Appearance: Aratheon is a classical inheritor of the Tassarion bloodline standing tall at an incredible 6’8 supported by a strong muscular frame. Despite years in combat there is not a single scar on the elf's body though many attributes to this "perfection" due to Aratheon's use of specialized heavy armor and often fighting his battles on the back of his mighty dragon steed.

Personality: Not since the first High King of Asteryion has there been a hero more beloved than Aratheon. When he was just a boy, Aratheon was hailed as a true prodigy, capable of accomplishing physical and mental feats beyond his peers making him rash and arrogant more so than your typical high elf. Despite being a member of the royal family, Aratheon lacked a certain caution and his wild and often combative nature made him an enemy to rivals in the political court. However, Aratheon’s demeanor hardened and matured due to the tragic events that befell the country and the cocky warrior was molded to become a true leader of his people.

Despite being beloved by the people of his kingdom, Aratheon is notoriously despised throughout most of the known world. While he was initially hailed as a worldly hero at the end of the Great War, Aratheon’s conquests afterwards against Void sympathizers and old rivals have left many to believe that Aratheon is perhaps the world’s next great enemy, and that the high elf’s ambition may lead to an end to the delicate global peace the world is experiencing.

Skills: Aratheon had long earned his title as the mightiest of the Asteryion having fought in countless battles and duels against enemies foreign and domestic. Despite the disdain against him and his skills as a warrior aside, Aratheon’s reputation as a military commander and overall leader cannot be overstated.
Weaknesses: While he is king, Aratheon is hardly a diplomat. Lacking a certain caution, Aratheon is straight forward and honest but rigid and not one to adapt quickly. It is also noted that Aratheon's bloodline has produced the mighty "Dragon Kings of Asurya" but for all their successes they all seem to carry the fatal flaw of arrogance. While the people of Asteryion would be quick to point all the fabled deeds of each warrior king, many foreigners have pointed out on just how many Asteryion kings had fallen in combat or had died in mysterious circumstances. While Aratheon is every bit to be the greatest hero his nation has produced, his acts have led his kingdom to be surrounded by enemies.

Aerendyl Tassarion

Name: Aerendyl Tassarion
Age: 60 years
Race: High Elf
Appearance: Standing at 6'3, Aerendyl just falls short at being a mirror image to his father. While possessing similar features such as a muscular and athletic frame, strong jawline, golden hair…Aerendyl lacks the same intensity his father possesses.

Personality: Aerendyl first-born child of Asteryion’s mightiest champion. However, Aerendyl was born in a time of peace and the veterans who have survived the great war privately chastise the young prince for being too carefree and innocent to the reality of the world. Lacking his father’s ambition, Aerendyl is confident and proud but seems to lack the elitist complex his father and relatives possess giving him a certain friendly and innocent charm. Because of this, Aerendyl is more talkative and open to meeting new people. And while Aerendyl has killed before he’s still relatively new to it and is not as quick and prone to combat as one would think considering his bloodline.

Skills: Trained from birth to be a warrior, Aerendyl is considered talented though seems to lack the “prodigy” trait that followed his father growing up. While Aerendyl is versatile in a variety of weapons, Aerendyl privately admits that he likely would do very poorly against the upper echelons of warriors in the world. Still Aerendyl works to develop his skills and is a capable swordsman, archer, and rider.

Weaknesses: As mentioned before Aerendyl is talented but due to his position he will unfortunately always be doomed to be impossibly compared to his father. The burden of being the prince weighs on Aerendyl who would rather spend time adventure seeking then familiarizing himself in political worldly affairs. Aerendyl while enjoys the competition of fighting, lacks a particular killer instinct.

United Kingdoms of Asteryion

Name of Faction/Group: United Kingdoms of Asteryion
Leader/Governing Body: High King Aratheon, High Queen Astarielle
History: Many ages ago the continent of Asteryion consisted of several divided and rival kingdoms. While the continent was vast with bountiful and seemingly endless resources the various kingdoms were more or less fierce rivals until to a high elf of incredible skill and charisma managed to unite the various kingdoms when a foreign threat plagued the continent. When it was obvious how powerful these united people could be, the high elf who bore the last name Tassarion was crowned High King and an age of prosperity occurred. While the name ‘United Kingdoms of Asteryion’ signified a unification of kingdoms it also represented the fact that the diverse population of the continent which consisted of elves, men and dwarves were bound together in oaths of friendship.

Despite having all the necessary resources to become an unparalleled force such in the world, Asteryion went through periods of good and bad kings. While there were kings who expanded on the economy, built up the kingdom’s infrastructure, there were also bad kings whose rule was neither prosperous nor peaceful. It did not help that while the Tassarion bloodline remained the dominant dynasty, ancestors of the great houses who swore oaths of fealty periodically betrayed these oaths and brief civil wars plagued times of prosperity. For a time, it seemed that for every successful step was made, something else would drive it back.

It was not until the Great War and the Void began ravaging Asteryion did the people once more rally fully in complete unification. Despite heavy losses, the well-built military that had always existed increased its prowess due to constant fighting against an enemy that seemed almost immeasurable in number and savagery. As the Great War raged on, Asteryion had lost two High Kings, each having fallen in battle against the Void. The short reigns of both kings forecasted an ill omen to the future of Asteryion but the opposite happened… Aratheon Tassarion had come into power and was declared High King.

Aratheon who was young by elf standards continued to lead the Asteryions into war against the Void as part of the Coalition and helped defeat the evil that was ravaging the world. With the defeat of the Void, Aratheon returned home as a conquering hero. Taking advantage of his popularity with his people, Aratheon would go on to lead several conquests in foreign territories often hunting down remnants of the Void and it’s allies while also defeating several ancient enemies of Asteryion in revenge for past defeats. These successes catapulted Asteryion’s status into an empire of incredible might.

Current status: The United Kingdoms of Asteryion is one of the few kingdoms in the world who can confidently say it can influence global affairs on its own. With an experienced and vast military led by veteran generals and its legendary Dragon Knights, Asteryion is supported by a thriving economy that has networks all throughout the world. However, such vast power has it’s difficulties. Despite it being a ‘time of peace’ many foreign factions fear Asteryion and hushed rumors speak of some kingdoms seeking to possibly join arms against this superpower. The United Kingdoms of Aesteryion are also one of the few kingdoms that do not rely on the Mages Guild and tension has been mounting between the two sides for some time.

Additional Information:

Asteryion posses its own order of Mages though admittingly pale in comparison to the Mages Guild.
The pride of the Asteryion military would be it’s Dragon Knights. Well armored and all incredibly skilled, the Dragon Knights of Asteryion are renowned for their fighting abilities and are usually deployed only in the most serious of conflicts. The name was given as the Knights themselves and their horses are adorned in ornate armor that more or resembles a dragon. True to their name however, the most elite of these Knights are given the honor of riding a Dragon into combat. It is often said that without the deeds of the Dragon Knights, Asteryion would have perished long ago.

It is rumored that another reason for their success is that Asteryion’s secret order of assassins and spies known as Dragoons have infiltrated most of the world’s heads of state providing them a unique advantage in terms of information.

Perhaps the biggest reason that Asteryion tries to keep clear of the Mages Guild is that it was discovered that the Mages Guild has funded Asteryion enemies in the pasts while also being responsible for the assassination of a High King and Queen. Were it not for other political and social issues, Asteryion would have possibly attempted to launch an attack on the Mages Guild long ago.

The Mages Guild of Pandarosa

Name of Faction/Group: The Mages Guild of Pandarosa

Leader/Governing Body: The Council of the Enlightened Ones

History: What was once just a brotherhood of great minds has expanded into a global network. The Mages Guild is more then just Mages seeking to expand knowledge on arcane arts… they are also scientists, inventors, artists, and all-around innovators of the future. The goal of the Mages Guild ultimately is to become the dominant magical institution in the known world and to do so requires resources.
One notable Mage by the name of Reginald Williams is credited with guiding the Mages Guild into their newfound extreme wealth. Reginald’s policies regarding investments and overall direction has allowed the Mages Guild to help heal a broken world while also profiting from the Great War’s devastation.

Current Status: Perhaps the world’s dominant faction in the world at the moment, the Mages Guild has the power to more or less pick and choose the leaders of kingdoms who have come to become dependent on them. With seemingly infinite resources, the Mages Guild answers to no one and it is only by the decisions of the Enlightened Ones are they capable of showcasing any restraint. Still there is no denying that the Mages Guild is greedy and power hungry and that their interests in global trade only ensures they receive a huge profit from it as well as capable of dictating who gets certain resources pooled in their direction.

Money aside, The Mages Guild has also recently been seeking ancient magical artifacts though for what reason remains unknown…

Ambition 2.0. (Massive Crossover Superhero Sandbox)

Jon smirked, the look in her eyes said it all. The kryptonian took a small menacing step forward, eyes glowing brighter, his body poised to launch forward to attack in an instant. Jon's mind was all but made up, his natural aggressive instincts having taken over that he hardly noticed the speed of her voice until the world around him visibly slowed and now it was him bearing the look of uncertainty and confusion.

"Impossible."

It was all he could reasonably mutter at the moment. Perhaps this was all an illusion or some sort of other technological trick yet every feeling in his body all told him that this was reality, there was no trick. Jon alas watched as Raimi explained herself, her voice having slowed and her words more clear. Jon wanted to ease up and laugh as his mind had drifted to what Agent Coulson had said earlier about the world getting more strange however he kept his composure... after all he didn't want to break his menacing persona.

"Time physics huh?" Jon replied, his glowing eyes having reverted to normal and his body posture now relaxed.

"You are a strange one but I suppose we can work together considering you seem to have honest intentions. If you have a plan other then blowing it up or having me throw it into the ocean, I'm all ears."

Ambition 2.0. (Massive Crossover Superhero Sandbox)

East Gotham

Please be advised, all citizens are asked to seek shelter and avoid travel.

The emergency broadcast repeated itself continually having taken over every major radio station. Jesse cursed quietly to himself as he shut off the radio and turned up the heat in his car another level. The broadcast was driving him nuts. "I'm so close." Jesse tapped the wheel of his car in irritation as he took another gaze at the traffic around him. They moved at a snails pace, the long lines of vehicles all attempting to exit off the freezing highway but ice and wind all slowed their travel and the last thing anybody wanted to do was abandon their vehicle in the chaotic weather. Jesse peered through his passenger side window and took note of the Gotham river which was now looking ice solid. It had come so suddenly and all of Gotham was woefully unprepared to deal with any of this.

"I need to get of this fucking bridge man." Jesse cursed aloud as he tried to avert his eyes elsewhere. The irritation, the anxiety of realizing he was in a bridge above a frozen river was egging him on. Trying to find something to distract him, Jesse eyed his rearview mirror and noticed the eighteen wheeler truck behind him had left a sizable space between their vehicles. The traffic remained stop and go, stop and go and the people in the cars around him were just as irritated. "Come on man let's fucking move!" Jeese shouted, mostly to himself before his eyes were averted back to his rearview mirror.

The gap that was left between him and the truck was growing smaller and the truck wasn't slowing down. "Oh fuck." Jesse could just see through his icey, snow covered mirror that the driver of the truck was in a panic. It all made sense and Jesse felt his life slow to a crawl... due to the conditions the truck's breaks were failing and the truck was pushing forward with no signs of slowing down. Jesse looked to his right towards the passenger side... he was right next to the edge of the bridge, the only thing that would stop him was the steel rails but they wouldn't be able to halt his car. Jesse looked left, maybe he had to exit his vehicle, maybe if he was fast enough maybe.... Too late.

Collision.

The truck slammed into Jesse's sedan which crumbled like paper, his chest pressed into the wheel before the airbags went off, pushing him backwards as the seatbelt of the vehicle was the only thing preventing from the poor man from being launched from his car. The windows in the rear of his vehicle had shattered and Jesse could feel a gust of cool wind enter his car. Worst yet his vehicle had punched through the steel rails and though his vision remained obstructed he could feel his car starting to tip over. "Fuck fuck!" Jesse knew what was happening, he could feel his car inching forward, he was going to go over the edge. His mind flashed with dozens of memories as the car fell forward, accelerating downward like a rollercoaster but even in his terror he knew that it would all over in a second. Jesse closed his eyes, accepting his fate only to feel his momentum pause. "What the fuck?" Jesse turned his head as he felt his vehicle move but not by his will...something was carrying back towards the bridge.

Jon pushed the sedan back on the bridge as he could see dozens of people having exited their vehicle in astonishment to get a better look at the newly arrived super being. Jon than turned towards the truck whose front end was peeking over the bridge. Jon leaned over, grasping the truck from the bottom and with a quick tug, fully pulled the 18 wheeler fully back on the bridge. The surrounding Gotham citizens watched dumbfounded as Jon displayed a quick display of strength beyond imaging but he wasn't done yet. Turning back towards the damaged sedan, Jon tore the door off and freed the immobilized Jesse.

"You alright?" Jesse could barely come to his senses though the blue armored figure who stood by was the only thing he can focus on. "Su-Superman?" Jesse muttered. Jon nodded at the man he recused in acknowledgement only to hear the crowd that had gathered began began to clap and cheer. It was odd being the center of attention like this. His father had done similar acts hundreds of times but for Jon this was still rather new... after all his 'super hero' career involved chasing down the most dangerous of adversaries, not resucing common people in natural disasters. Jon tried to think of saying something witty or creative to put the people at ease but lightning streaked across the sky following by an ear shattering boom ending ruining the moment.

"Get to safety, all of you." Jon said aloud at the thunder faded, his request sounding like a military command. A hard wind rushed through the packed highway as the people instantly tensed up as if to brace themselves but Jon alone stood unaffected. It was hopeless, time and time again he made valiant attempts to aid the people of Gotham but the weather's intensity and unpredictability almost made his efforts meaningless. Jon gazed at the sky, his eyes trying to focus on where the weather device machine hovered. Would destroying it actually do something? Yet in his debate, Jon caught a passenger plane steak across in the sky, its nose tilted downward. Jon focused his eyes... something wasn't right. His eyes honed in on the engines and judging from his view and estimation, the engines were being affected by the weather and the pilots were losing control.

One last rescue, then he was going for the machine. Another hard wind blew again as Jon took off, accelerating towards the falling airplane. He did not want to admit it but the weather was having some effect, his efforts were slowed thus requiring greater effort to move against the howling force. Lightning bolts raced past him, striking indiscriminately at Gotham below as Jon attempted to survey the aircraft. Now that he was right next to the aerial transport it was evident that the engines were as good as dead and the only way this craft was going down safely was through his hand alone. Jon took a quick gaze alongside the windows of the passenger aircraft, his eyes capturing the frightened looks of the passengers aboard. Jon raised a hand as if to calm the passengers who could see him as he raced towards the front of the plane. He wasn't going to let them down. Maybe he wasn't his father but Clark Kent's obligation to help his fellow man was an instinct he also inherited and a call he could not ignore.

Passing by the cockpit, Jon took a quick glance at the pilots of the aircraft who struggled to keep the aircraft airborne but their visuals were compromised and their transport no longer in their control. Jon took a quick glance downward... they were close by the river and that was likely the best place to help guide the aircraft. As the young kryptonian positioned himself in the front of the airplane he privately weighted the risks of his actions but figured that the river was his best shot at an easy landing and it also allowed him to avoid guiding the transport through Gotham's skyscrapers. Admittingly what he was about to do was crazy, he never attempted such a feat before but with time running out, hesitation was out of the question.

****

Jon gritted his teeth he could feel the airplane screeching come to a halt. The kryptonian's blue armored boots sank into the thick ice as he balanced the aircraft in the air before gradually easing it downward. Considering the weather conditions, the airplane should hold on the ice, at least long enough for the people to evacuate. With delicate precision, Jon eased the airplane downward with an exhale and with a soft thud, the airborne transport had made it back to the ground. Stepping backwards Jon took the moment to contemplate what he had just accomplished... he had pulled an airplane out of the sky and brought it safety to the ground. Impressed with himself, Jon peered at the cockpit and he could see the relieved pilots waving at him, their expression said it all.

"Jon, hell of a catch. If we all get through this you'll be on the cover of every newspaper for the next month." It was Coulson and still in a good mood to his credit. Jon pressed a pair of fingers by his ear to access the communicator by his ear to reply.

"Talk to me Coulson, tell me you have something on our guy." Jon braced himself, ready to move on the Weather Wizard's location and-

"Unfortunately no. Our other asset is on the ground and doing what she can. I guess you're up." Jon took a pause, disappointed with the news but he wasn't surprised. With Nikita now deployed to help Gotham's citizens, Coulson had more or less gave him the signal to go for the weather machine.

"Copy that." Jon gazed at the sky, the ice under him cracking as the super powered alien prepared to explode into action once more.

"Do Gotham a favor and break it good. Don't need any loose ends falling down on someone." It was a witty comment disguised as an order but Jon didn't need to be told twice.

****

Jon soared the air, racing past various lightning bolts and freezing gusts of wind as his eyes honed in on the vast machine over the city of Gotham. Jon debated just flying through it's center in one quick pass to smash it too bits and then deal with the remnants but he wanted to take one good look at the machine to see if there was anything he can learn from it. Positioning himself above the machine, Jon's eyes scanned the various metallic pieces, planning his attack but something caught his eye... someone else was already on the machine. Could it be...? No that's not the Weather Wizard... maybe an associate?

In a display of force, Jon flew towards the center of the giant machine and landed just several feet away from Raimi with a forceful thud, the metal under him bending from his strong landing. Jon took a quick glance at the mysterious being before him, his mind assuming the worst as his eyes began to grow an eerie red...

"So, the Weather Wizard has a partner?"

Ambition 2.0. (Massive Crossover Superhero Sandbox)

Somewhere in the middle of the Atlantic

Jon ripped through the sky like a speeding bullet, the air seemingly being split open before the kryptonian. He must have taken flight thousands of times at this point in his life and even then, it still was exhilarating. Despite being fully aware of his capabilities, S.H.I.E.L.D in their various headquarters throughout the world often watched in awe as Jon would ‘jump’ from one area to another, covering dozens of miles in seconds. Despite being deep in the mountains of Eastern Europe, Jon was rapidly making his way over the Atlantic and closing in on the Eastern Seaboard. Such a trip for an ordinary agent would have taken several hours at least even with the most advanced aircraft available but for Jon, it was just another quick trip that felt like that would only last minutes.

Every once in awhile Jon would eye a lone vessel out at sea and if they were lucky the crew would catch a glimpse of the speeding humanoid figure until it disappeared, leaving a thunderous echo as sound raced to follow the alien in his wake. “Soon.” Jon thought. Yet in his private thoughts the realization that that he was returning to Gotham to find and bring in his childhood friend, Damian bothered him. The fabled Bat family was shrouded in myth and awe and Bruce Wayne in his time was every bit the hero Clark Kent was or at least that’s how Jon figured. Bruce did not have Clark’s kryptonian physiology yet made up for it through unparalleled strength of will and mind. Yet for all his greatness, Bruce was dead along with members of the Bat family and the killers were roaming free.

S.H.I.E.L.D however were not the mourning type. Batman was a vigilante, independent of the law who did not answer to any authority. This unpredictability made him dangerous and with the circumstances regarding the death of Bruce Wayne and the others, Jon was tasked with bringing Damian in to uncover the truth because… S.H.I.E.L.D had to know everything. Jon had long pondered this mission and why he was chosen. Perhaps it was the bond he once shared with Damian? Or perhaps those in charge thought Jon would be able to convince Damian to turn in easy or maybe it’s because of Damian’s abilities made it that anything less than the son of Superman himself was incapable of bringing in the son of Bruce Wayne.

So consumed with his thoughts that only did Jon realize the air around him turned cold as if he was suddenly entering the eastern European mountains once more. “That’s not right…” Jon took a glance around him and realized that it was snowing. Suddenly a bolt of lightning streaked across the sky and the roar of thunder echoed all around him. “This came out of nowhere so quickly. So… unnatural.” Jon mused privately as he focused his eyes straight ahead. The clouds were darkening, and the bizarre weather was only getting stronger, and he was heading straight towards its source. Recognizing the seriousness of the situation, Jon clenched his fists and accelerated…

****

Gotham

Jon landed with a soft thud, his boots sinking into the snow-covered roof. It was the storm of the century going all around him and Jon could hear the raging panic in the streets below. At this point the wind was blowing extremely hard and violent bolts of lightning struck at Gotham’s tallest buildings with an unnatural violence. Amidst the chaotic weather small rays of sunshine poked through the clouds at random catching Jon’s attention as the wind blew and paused in some unpredictable manner and the air felt hot and cold all at the same time. The kryptonian turned his eyes to the sky and tried to focus past the clouds and his eyes managed to make out sort of machine in the sky. If it was not obvious before, it was now… Jon entered the Gotham S.H.I.E.L.D safehouse in a hurry knowing he was about to get his answer.

"You're late." A voice called out as Jon entered the large communication room where dozens of S.H.I.E.L.D agents frantically analyzed screens filled with data and images of what was not only going outside Gotham but seemingly the whole world. Agent Phil Coulson approached the Kryptonian, his arm extended for a handshake. Jon took the hand firmly as they greeted each other with a customary nod fitting of good friends. “Sorry. Bad weather. I ran into traffic.” Jon replied. It was a joke but not a good one. “So, what are we dealing with?”

Coulson pointed towards a TV recording from one of the major news channels as reporter Vicki Vale relayed the news. Jon listened intently as images of the chaos from all over the world filled the screen.

“We need to find Mardon.” Coulson finally stated concluding that Jon heard all that he needed to hear.

“If he’s in Gotham, I’ll get him.” Jon replied.

“Last I checked all of command is trying to find something that can lead to his whereabouts. As of now command wants to keep you here, ready to go should we get a lead on Mardon.”

“I’m not sitting around here while all of this is going on.” Jon argued.

Coulson shrugged. “Not my orders but if Mardon is in Gotham and he knows you are here, he’ll do what he can to stay away from you.”

“I’m not going to stay cooped up while people are dying. Command has 15 minutes. If they don’t find something I’m destroying whatever that is above Gotham.” Coulson’s expression changed to one of amusement and shock.
“Hold up, we don’t exactly know what that will do”. Coulson raised a hand in a calming fashion as if to temper off the kryptonian but Jon was undeterred.

“You’re right but I’ll take my chances. The aerial fleet may be down but I can still get to it.”

“And what will you in the 15 minute grace period you've decided to bless us with?” The question came with a bit of sarcasm and sass though Coulson was one of the few who had that type of relationship with Jon.

“I’ll go street side, see what I can do to help get people into shelter.” A good answer.
Coulson nodded begrudgingly knowing whatever opinion he had or alternative suggestion, Jon would have just overruled him. Coulson’s eyes then scanned over one particular screen that detailed a variety of information.

“I almost forgot. We do have another asset in Gotham. Perhaps she can be of some help…”

Jon shot Coulson a puzzled look and in return Coulson reached over and grabbed a tablet and sorted through several files before handing the tablet over. Jon scrolled through the tablet “A Russian girl… Nikita Kos… 19…Huh… that’s interesting.” Jon continued to sort through Nikita’s profile. At its conclusion Jon looked at Coulson “Is she field ready?”

Coulson shrugged in reply “Well she’s with another agent, a longtime friend of a mine… a miss Daisy Johnson.”

“Get in contact with them, try to see if they can provide aid to any people that need it and if they get a chance on Mardon… you tell them to contact me.” Jon turned and headed towards the exit but paused as Coulson called out to him. “As important as this all is we still have a Bat issue.” Jon didn’t reply immediately, taking several moments to come up with a response.

"He can wait you know." Jon said finally breaking the silence. "This right now is priority."

"If you ask me, I agree. But the agency wants their pound of flesh. They want Damian brought in ASAP.” Coulson turned to look at the various data screens once more, one that was highlighting several meta humans all around the world taking actions to help deal with the current event. “This latest catastrophe is revealing a lot of interesting folk like yourself. We’ve had some odd sightings coming from Coastal City for example. All I’m saying is, just be careful out there Jon, we don’t know whose side people are on and the world just keeps getting weirder.” There was truth to those words, but Jon remained undeterred.

“Just keep me up to date if anything else comes up.” And just like that the new Superman was off.

Ambition 2.0. (Massive Crossover Superhero Sandbox)

Jonathan Kent/Superman

Eastern Europe-Balkan Mountains

"Strike Eagle this is Mother Goose do you have visual on the target?"

"Strike Eagle to Mother Goose. I have visual confirmation, permission to engage"

"Stand by Strike Eagle, awaiting confirmation."

...

"Strike Eagle, green light to engage. Good luck."
"Copy. Strike Eagle moving in to engage... have the clean up crew ready, this shouldn't take long.

****

Finally it was time to move. Jon unfolded his arms, his eyes focused on the singular target despite being over several miles away in an elevated position. Even the most advanced military scopes would have had difficulty locating the singular being who trekked his way through the snowy, windy landscape but these kryptonian eyes were physiological wonders. Jon took one last look around the winter landscape, there was nobody around and no potential victims that could get caught up in the upcoming confrontation. Jon arched himself back like a sprinter preparing to explode out of the blocks before he he extended his arms forward and in an instant was ripping the air sky echoed with the sound of thunder.

Ivan Petrov lumbered his way up the mountain, his head lowered as freezing winds slashed at his skin to little effect. This harsh environment would have proved to be a mighty obstacle for most but not for Ivan. This was Ivan's everyday life as his past as a former Soviet soldier forced him to remain secluded from the rest of the world. His past sins were admired under the Soviet government but that government no longer existed and no country was willing to house a renowned killer such as himself. It had been a long trip back home and his "business meeting" in Metropolis was a success, all there was left to do was head home and prepare for his next job.

Ivan approached the cave that provided him his shelter and though a sense of relief filled his spirit something felt off. The giant of a man paused and took a long hard look at his environment but all he could hear was the blowing wind and his sight remain obstructed by the raging blizzard. Shaking his head in irritation, Ivan entered his residence, running a gloved hand through his long hair as ice and snow dripped from his body. The man unfurled the duffle bag he had carried with him as he moved to grab an unopened bottle from an organized stack at the side of the cave. Chuckling in anticipation and savoring a proper drink, Ivan moved to open his alcoholic vice until the sound of thunder echoed outside caught his attention. Ivan turned his gaze towards the entrance of the cave as he took a hard swing from the glass bottle. For several moments there was nothing and Ivan grew disinterested. "Nothing. Just my imagination" he thought to himself as he turned away to grab a second bottle in preparation but he heard a thud at the entrance of his home.

"Ivan Petrov." A voice announced as Ivan turned in surprise at the sound of his own name as an armored, muscular figure entered his home.
"Do I know?" Ivan questioned as he examined the individual before him. At first he was wary, surprised that someone else was capable of traversing his mountain until his eyes focused on the S symbol on the individual's chest. "Ah... I see. You are that new Superman aren't you? S.H.I.E.L.D's dog." Now it all made sense.

Jon smirked at Ivan's response and stopped just several feet before his adversary. "So you do know who I am. If that's the case then you know what this is about. Ivan Petrov, you are wanted for murder, assassination of a federal officer-"
Ivan cut off Jon with a chuckle. "You do not need to state what I already know. You follow orders as I have followed mine. I have taken many lives. It is simply business"
Jon was amused with the answer. Perhaps he was going to get some action after all. "This is your last warning Ivan. You've been under surveillance since you departed Metropolis. We know all about your little therapy session with Bruno Mannheim. You have no where to run, nobody to help you, it's over."

"Your first mistake Superman...I do not bend." For several tense moments nobody made a move, each individual attempting to anticipate the other. Ivan finally took initiative, lunging to a nearby assault riffle that lay against the cavern wall and just as quickly as he had retrieved the weapon, Ivan was just as quick to unleash a hailstorm of bullets right into the kryptonian's chest. However much to Ivan's disappointment the bullets harmlessly ricocheted off Jon's chest and after several seconds of sustained fire, the clip was emptied with no damage dealt.

"I commend you for your accuracy but your bullets won't be enough to kill me." Jon boasted as he began to advance towards the former Soviet soldier. Despite the task ahead of him, Ivan gritted his teeth and in a series of Russian curses grabbed a pair of hunting knives he had kept at his sides and lunged forward.

"He's fast but not that fast." Jon thought as Ivan moved in a manner that was greater than a normal human being, his physiology was not enough to overcome the alien before him. In a swift response to his opponent's actions, Jon caught his opponent by the wrist, his composed smirk never fading. With a frustrated snarl Ivan threw a second strike with his other hand but that blow was also caught by the young kryptonian. With a brief application of pressure Ivan grimaced as it felt like the bones in his wrists would snap. Ivan struggled in vain to free his arms but Jon's strength was too much.

"Give up." Jon demanded as he applied more pressure, inflicting more pain in a brutal forceful attempt to impose his will on the former Soviet soldier who could only return the kryptonian's actions with a barrage of insults he could not understand. Having decided that he had his amusement, the kryptonian raised his blue armored foot and connected with a sharp front kick into Ivan's chest, propelling the former Soviet soldier backwards into one of the nearby cave walls. The impact between the rocky cavern and Ivan's body shook the very foundations they were standing in. "It's over Ivan. That kick right is several broken ribs." It was far from a full powered strike but surely enough to damage his opponent.

"You dare mock me?" Ivan replied as he struggled to stand. Despite his strength of will even Ivan could not ignore the pain that radiated from his torso as his own legs struggled to support his weight. With his body beginning to fail him, Ivan prepped himself for one more attack. "If you think I'll surrender, you are gravely mistaken. I may die in this cave Superman but I will take you with me!" The former Soviet threatened as he once more rushed at Jon who stood his ground. Jon had to give Ivan some credit, his previous blow would have killed an ordinary man and yet despite his injuries was still coming for more. Seeking to oblige him once more, Jon fired a quick straight punch into Ivan's midsection as the Soviet was launched what seemed like a dozen feet deeper into the cave, hitting the ground in a vicious thud. It was a mighty blow that Jon felt could have burst his opponent's chest wide open.

Jon casually walked over towards his downed opponent as his second blow had all but put Ivan down for good. The Soviet struggled to move but his damaged body would not respond and it felt like his very own life was fading away. "The Soviet's attempt to mimic the Roger's serum is pathetic but it's because of it that you should count yourself fortunate you aren't dead." Jon stood over Ivan who was now struggling in and out of consciousness as blood began to drip from the sides of his mouth. "You should have saved yourself the trouble and surrendered now look at you." Yet despite his gloating Jon realized that his opponent simply began to chuckle.

In a weakened effort but an effort none the less, Ivan began to start sprouting off random words in Russian leaving Jon dumbfounded. "Perhaps I hit you too hard. I got you all delusional." Jon took a knee next to Ivan as his kryptonian eyes worked to decipher just how much damage he had caused but suddenly Ivan's began to laugh in a way that unnerved the krytponian. The laugh was filled with pain and mixed with bloody coughs and despite the physical agony, the laughter would not stop. For several moments no sound filled the cavern but the laughs of a dying man until another sound began to erupt from throughout the cave. It was quiet at first but it became faster and louder. A bomb... Jon turned his head trying to locate the source of the sound as he realized that Ivan was playing his final surprise. Just as the kryptonian debated his next actions, he felt a weak hand grasp his ankle.

"Hail Hydra." And just like that the walls imploded in a fiery explosion as Jon was bathed in fire...

****
"Strike Eagle do you copy? Are you alright?"
...

"Strike Eagle, please respond."

"This is Strike Eagle. I'm alright. Target has been eliminated."

"What happened?"
"Ivan had no intention on being captured. Took himself out along with his little hide out."
"Copy that Strike Eagle. We're sending a recovery team in to see what they could salvage from the wreckage... Heads up, Director Fury is requesting contact."

"Copy. Send him through."

"Jon, I told you I needed him alive." Despite their communication being through the radio, Jon could tell right away Fury was slightly disappointed.

"I had every intention on making it happen but Ivan had a contingency in place. This patient game isn't working, we should move against Intergang now."

"Not yet. We need to know why Intergang is reaching out to Soviet operatives. There will be others and perhaps next time you won't let them blow up. As for now I need you to stateside ASAP"

"What for?"

"Just got word from a Commissioner Gordon. An old friend of yours has been spotted in Gotham."

Ambition 2.0. (Massive Crossover Superhero Sandbox)

@DragonofTheWest Good CS so far, but i'm gonna need a little more on the enemies, as well as some expansion on the "Where your character is going" part of the story overview. Pretty much, i'm gonna need this CS to tell me, roughly, where you want to take Jon in his story.

@mattmanganon

No problem, I left things kind of vague because I'm not sure what what is exactly the state of world affairs/current events are.

If you have any insight on how you want to start things off I'll make the proper arrangements

Ambition 2.0. (Massive Crossover Superhero Sandbox)

Hopefully it all checks out, looking forward to seeing this take off

My Hider

Name: Jonathan Kent
Hero Name: The Guardian, New Superman
Known Alias: The Defender of Tomorrow
Age: 23
Powers:

My Hider

Krpytonian Physiology: Due to his kryptonian heritage Jon has inherited superhuman agility, stamina, hearing and sight that surpasses any regular human. Such abilities however come at a cost as Jon requires a yellow sun's rays to "recharge" and his abilities such as enhanced sight and hearing require concentration to "filter out" unnecessary stimuli.

Solar absorption: Due to his kryptonian heritage Jon is capable of absorbing the yellow sun's radiation often to either recover from injuries or to "super charge" his abilities.

Superhuman strength/durability: While not quite as strong as his father, Jon is already incredibly powerful despite his limits still being unknown to him. Even though he holds himself back to prevent collateral damage, Jon is capable of overpowering any regular human with a fraction of his strength.

Superhuman speed: While also not capable of flying as fast as his father, Jon is still capable of reaching the upper atmosphere with relative ease as well as hypersonic flight.

Heat Vision: A recently discovered gift, Jon lacks the precision and power his father has and thus often uses this ability in a controlled environment. When unleashed however, Jon's heat vision is a powerful destructive weapon that can harm friends and foes alike.

Equipment: S.H.I.E.L.D's modern attempt to mimic Superman's appearance has resulted in Jon having an armored appearance that resembles the current Man of Steel. The armor is resilient enough to clothe the young Kryptonian when he achieves hypersonic flight through the atmosphere while also providing protection from most hostile opponents. In conclusion while Jon's natural physiology is not hindered by the armor, the armor was designed just not for protective purposes but help amplify the image of the government abiding hero.
Appearance:

My Hider

Known Affiliations:

List of Allies

S.H.I.E.L.D: Exiled from a regular human life, Jon commits himself to S.H.I.E.L.D. believing that serving mankind as it's protector is a destiny he could no longer ignore. While Jon's father believed it was best to serve mankind as an neutral, political free entity, Jon believes that a more active involvement in the government would best serve to combat the various growing threats around the planet. Notable individuals such as Director Nick Fury and Agent Philip Coulson serve as Jon's closest relationships within the S.H.I.E.L.D agency.

Superman: After revealing a glimpse of his abilities, Jon is now exiled from the normal life Clark hoped his son would have. While Clark worries that his son may have affiliated himself with something he does not truly understand, Clark will always come to his son's defense should he need it but as all parents have to do one day, Clark has resigned himself to letting Jon be his own man.

Damian Wayne/Batman: Once close friends, Jon and Damian have drifted apart each with different ambitions. Damian was groomed to be a successor, a possible heir replacement to the fabled Batman of Gotham while Clark ideally preferred Jon to grow as a "regular" child and remain a nonfactor in a world flooded with super human factors. Yet Bruce Wayne's warnings that such a life would be impossible eluded Clark for a time until Jon's football incident. While Jon worked as his father's successor at a time, Jon has committed himself to the S.H.I.E.L.D government agency, working as an active "soldier" for the government thus fracturing a relationship between himself, his father and even Damian. With "Batman" currently under siege from a multitude of enemies, Jon's affiliations remain with a government agency that would rather see the Bat disappear for good or hunted down lest the cowl wearing vigilante rises back up to embarrass the world's governments once more.

List of Enemies

Lex Luthor: Clark Kent's greatest nemesis and perhaps humanity's brightest. Lex Luthor represents all the greatness that humanity can produce but also represents all of it's greed, ruthlessness and arrogance. Lex Luthor throughout the years has been Superman's biggest critic and time after time has attempted to undermine and expose the Man of Steel using his near infinite resources, knowledge and adaptability. Despite being relatively untouchable by the world government due to Lex's contributions to technological and medical advances, few know the type of man Lex truly is. While Lex Luthor has laid low in recent memory, Lex's attention has started drifting towards the younger and more "new" Superman believing that all Kryptonians are an obstacle in his path for global domination.

Bruno Mannheim & Intergang: A nationwide criminal organization that bases it's main operations out of Metropolis. Led by crime lord Bruno Mannheim, Intergang has solidified its status as one of the top criminal organizations in the entire world having dabbled in all sorts criminal activities such as illegal gambling, prostitution, weapons manufacturing etc. Due to the current US government primarily focusing on the rise of the meta-humans and their sort, Bruno works to expand his gang's influence and has begun working on deals with Lex Luthor and the resurgence of the mysterious Hydra organization.

Shane Reynolds: A former high school all American linebacker, Shane Reynolds was considered the top high school player in the nation behind only none other than Jonathan Kent. Shane Reynolds despised Jonathan ever since they first played against each other their freshmen year. While Jonathan was always calm and composed, Shane was wild and ferocious and was motivated to put fear into every player he played against. However Shane's dreams have been utterly crushed. In his last high school game before playing for an esteemed top college football program, Shane was the victim of Jon giving in to his temper for a moment. This brief lapse in judgement has left Shane paralyzed from the neck down. With his football career gone, Shane has become depressed and an alcoholic. Lacking the will to live, Shane hit rock bottom and contemplated ending his existence until one day he was approached by an individual who offered him not only a chance to regain the use of his body, but to also extract revenge against the individual who took everything from him.

Canon or OC: Canon
List of Reimagined traits: Basically an attempt at portraying an older Superboy who has drifted apart from his father by immersing himself in a government agency. Due to differences in ideologies and how Jon grew up, my character is more of a soldier as opposed to his "boy scout" father. Influences primarily come from Frank Miller's The Dark Knight Returns in which Superman is a government asset considering his private life as Clark Kent is ruined.

Story Overview: Superman, widely praised as the World's Greatest Superhero had finally settled down with Lois Lane. Despite numerous trials and tribulations, Clark Kent's secret remained intact and the Man of Steel finally felt comfortable in his position as the world's most renowned savior to raise a family. The great lineage of Krypton live on in Jonathan Kent who was born in the prime of his father's super hero career, a time of change and government intervention. Unlike his father who was raised in the quiet and rural town of Smallville, Jonathan or Jon for short grew up in the fast and hectic lifestyle in the suburbs just outside of Metropolis.

Growing up as the hidden son of a superhero and a news reporter had it's perks but ultimately the burden of raising the child mostly went to Lois. Clark for all intents and purposes was a good family man but his obligations went beyond family and Clark felt responsible to address the various world issues that consistently showed up in a world populated with heroes, villains, mutants and manipulative government agencies. Jon was an easy child to raise at first but it became quickly evident that the young hybrid child had inherited his father's gifts. At first Lois assumed it was just random curiosity but upon careful observation Lois noticed that Jon was quickly learning about the world around him. The noises, the sights that Lois would never see due to her human limitations were being observed by a child who despite lacking any sort of proper sentience was naturally attempting to focus his senses on the near infinite stimuli all around him.

Jon's continued progress became more evident when he started going to school. To avoid unwanted attention and to keep the secret of their union, Clark and Lois opted to raise Jon as any regular child and purposely avoided reaching out to Charles Xavier who likely was more than willing to help someone of Jon's particular nature. As expected though, Jon unintentionally stood out from his peers. School was easy, too easy. The kyrptonian hybrid was absorbing the school material easily and despite teachers attempts to challenge him, Jon would find the answer each time. While his teachers praised Jon as a natural genius, Lois and Clark insisted that Jon should not be given any special treatment or progress towards "child prodigy" classes.

The next steps in Jon's development came with sports. Clark who never got to fulfil his childhood dreams of playing sports due to his adoptive earth parents caution, permitted Jon to play whatever he wanted, provided he kept his grades high of course. At first the physical traits seemed ordinary but just like his proficiency in school, Jon rapidly began showcasing physical superiority among his peers. Hand eye coordination, catching, throwing, stamina... while such skills were often foreign to your regular elementary school child, Jon was developing in a manner that was raising many questions and wandering eyes.

Then the teenage years happened. Jon knew he was different and began to "hold himself back" to avoid the mistreatment of kids who would label him a freak... after all Jon's curiosity on world events led him to discover that the world was full of "strange" children like himself. It was then Jon noticed his father's random and irregular absences in his life. There was missed holidays, birthdays, school events where dad wasn't around prompting Jon to finally ask "Why?"

It was a risk, but Clark and Lois could not ignore their son's curiosity and sooner or later the truth was going to come out. "I'm Superman." Clark would eventually admit on Jon's 13th birthday. Despite the initial shock, Jon actually took it well. From that point on it felt like a burden had been lifted for it explained all the strange feelings and occurings the young teenager was experiencing and Jon felt at ease knowing that his physiology, his "strange gifts" were the result of his parents union. However the knowledge came with a warning..."You need to be careful. For your safety and your mothers. Your potential is limitless, who knows what you can become... but that means if people know, people will come for you and not all of them good."

It was a stern warning and a harsh reality but a necessary one and something Jon understood. High School went well for the most part. Jon managed to find a perfect balance as a student and athlete. Jon "limited" himself so that he was a respectable honors student but didn't "over do it" in respect for his other class mates. In terms of athletics, while Jon shined in every sport he participated in, he also made sure to limit his true capabilities to avoid unnecessary suspicion. It was only in isolation and away from prying eyes that Jon secretly pushed the boundaries of his talents and every year he grew older he continued to become stronger, faster, more alien.

Jon's talents however made him quite the popular student and his desires to test the boundaries of his growing powers conflicted with his attempts to "fit in". It was here in Jon's senior year of high school did Jon's world change forever. Because of his talents, Jon found himself as the super star varsity quarterback with high profile division one colleges looking to recruit him to their esteemed universities. But this fame unintentionally made Jon the object of jealously from rival high schools and the taunts and social media attacks began to slowly bug the young teenager who knew he was capable of shutting up his opposition but didn't do it out of principle.

Unfortunately for another highly prized high school recruit, Jon gave in... just a bit. In a particularly heated playoff game that was filled with trash talking and personal attacks, Jon found himself in a team brawl that resulted in a permanent injury to another athlete, loss of scholarships and Jon's expulsion from school. The poor boy who had a future of endless possibilities was shattered leaving the boy devastated and uncertain in his future.

In an attempt to provide guidance in his son's life, Clark offered his son an opportunity to work along side him, to use their powers for good...to help change the world by helping those who could not help themselves. For a time life was good, Jon found purpose and enjoyment in spending time with his father as well as finding pride in the good work that he was doing. These adventures even included several collaborations with the infamous Bat family. Yet Jon was not his father and Jon's fate in the world did not match his father's.

Soon there was moral debates and disputes between father and son and while Jon had grown strong and proud he developed a more direct and violent view on life. While Clark learned to harden his feelings, Jon was more sensitive, more emotionally vulnerable and after witnessing several tragedies from various entities could no longer agree with their "soft" approach. After another emotional dispute, Jon found himself approached by a suited man who recruited him in the government organization known as S.H.I.E.L.D. It was here that the man who identified himself as Agent Coulson, pitched to Jon that his father's world was different from his and that the world needed someone of his caliber to truly make a difference. After a moment of hesitation, Jon agreed.

Free from his father's supervision, Jon fully invested himself into his career as a working asset for S.H.I.E.L.D. Unlike his father who tried to live a double life as a news reporter at the Daily Planet with his wife Lois, Jon had nothing else but his new occupation. Within weeks of joining the government agency, Jon was given permission to run missions and to nobody's surprise was incredibly effective. Jon's first few operations consisted of counter terrorism and hostage rescue. Considering the circumstances, Jon no longer constrained himself in the manner of his father and conducted himself as efficient and deadly soldier who was impervious to the terrorist's conventional weaponry. Much to his father's disappointment, Jon had no qualms about eliminating the targets he was sent to deal with.

As Jon's mission accomplishments grew, so did his abilities and it wasn't long till Jon was given the all clear to engage and deal with the likes of meta humans and rogue individuals of exceptional abilities. Jon's successes made him quite popular with the media and was dubbed "New Superman", a hero that that was willing to conduct the missions that the original Superman was not. This of course grew a wedge between Jon and his parents and soon contact between parent and child became limited. While S.H.I.E.L.D found themselves an asset that can be used against other super human individuals, the public became divided. Many were supportive of a super hero who answered to the world's governments to deal with threats that conventionally weapons could not while many feared the possibility that this "New Superman" was too good at his job and the reality that if Jon were too ever turn rogue the consequences could be catastrophic...

Sample Post:

My Hider

"BLUE 80! BlUE 80!" Jon's voice projected across the field, his cadence echoing in the ears of his fellow team mates who were spread out along the green turf field. "52 is Mike!" Jon called out as he pointed at a giant of a teeanger who took several steps forward, barking commands of his own to his own team mates. Jon took a small breath, the game was close 42-48 in the 4th quarter and Central Metropolis Highschool was losing.

"52 is Mike!" Jon's commanding voice rang out again, the esteemed varsity quarterback wanted to make sure that the five teenage giants before him who were tasked with defending him understood who was the incoming blitzing linebacker that would come after the vaunted defensive line. Jon took a glance to his right, and than his left... his team mates were exhausted. The game was within reach but Jon was starting to doubt just how much longer his team mates can keep pushing. The team high schools were vicious rivals and the bright stadium lights beamed down on the 22 teenage boys who fought tooth and nail to provide entertainment for the several thousands in attendance.

"Better snap the ball Kent! clock's ticking!" Jon's attention was brought back to the opposing player who bore the number 52. The heckler of course was none other than Shane Reynolds, an absolute giant. Shane was at least 6'5 with a muscular frame that topped in the 250s. Shane was destined to play football and Shane had continued to wreck havoc all game on the Metropolis offense.

The play clock was ticking.

"Ready... go!" Jon shouted as he received the football from under his center as the quarterback took several steps back. From here everything moved in slow motion, and Jon was alone in his thoughts as he processed the slow chaos around him. Jon first looked right... no point, his receiver had barely gotten off the line, too exhausted to run his route properly. Jon then looked left and could see his receiver having a step on the opposing corner but there was another safety baiting him to make the pass. "I could fit through that window." Jon assured himself but such a throw would have required him to rifled it the air and it would have been uncatchable for his human team mate. The pocket was collapsing and Jon could feel Shane's presence rapidly approaching. With a quick step, Jon avoided an incoming defensive lineman and exploded out of the pocket racing towards the first down marker.

"They're slow. Too slow" Jon reminded himself as it required more concentration to ensure he didn't break his "human" façade then it was to avoid the opposing team. Jon could have easily ran himself into the end zone but he could feel his mother's eyes watching him from the stands, quietly pleading to not do anything too obvious. A first down would have to do. Jon ran towards the sidelines, past the first down marker and the play clock halted just as several rival players struggled to catch up from behind.

"And with that first down that marks Jonathan Kent's 150th rushing yard for the day to go along with 450 yards passing through the air. A super human performance from Central Metropolis varsity quarterback!"

Jon looked around trying to gauge the feel of the game again but his ears were bombarded with the various praises, whispers, insults instructions from everyone in the stadium and it took a concentrated effort to process all the noise he was receiving at once. "Focus." Jon urged himself. "HEY KENT! clock's ticking boy! you're running out of time!" Shane's voice had a way of standing out more than the others. Jon eyed the opposing linebacker, staring him down as the giant jeered at him through his helmet. This game was the culmination of months of trash talking and social media taunts. The two had played each other before but never with the circumstances this high and with scouts and family members in attendance, tensions were rising high. This would be the last time these two rivals would play against one another and both players were vying to settle the socre.

"20 seconds left and Central Metropolis is within striking distance of the end zone. They need a miracle to pull this one off and all eyes are on Jonathan Kent who is single handily willing his team to victory here today!"

"I have to say Rob, this has been one of the most heroic football performances I have ever seen! It would be a tragic ending for Central Metropolis to lose today... 15 seconds left, Jon is barking commands at his team, Shane Reynolds of Gotham doing the same...10 seconds! Jon takes the ball, he's looking downfield... nobody is open! Jon takes off! He's at the 10 yard line! #30 of Gotham High goes for the low tackle but Jon leaps over the diving defender! Jon is at the 5, Shane in pursuit and!...

Touchdown! Touchdown! Jonathan Kent wins the game at the buzzer! What a run!... Well look at this! Jon and Shane are getting into it as the teams are racing over to separate the two and... Oh my! Jon just pushed Shane through the air like he was weightless oh my what a fall and Shane is not getting up! I think he hit his head... and oh boy and here we go, the two teams are duking it out in the end zone... what a ugly ending to an otherwise great game..."

The REBELS won't stop

Any specifics on era? Or were you leaning towards just a sandbox, anything Star Wars type of thing

Mobile Suit Gundam: Return of War.

Any idea on how I should get started? I dont want to jump in and possibly mess with something already in motion

Mobile Suit Gundam: Return of War.

Name: Jacen Solo
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Faction: Federation

Personality: Talented and boisterous, Jacen is every bit the stereotypical hot shot rookie, thrust into a conflict he truly doesn’t understand. Born with nerves of steel, Jacen’s lack of fear has led him to develop aggressive tendencies that often put him in danger but also made him unpredictable and unusually dangerous. Despite a cocky exterior, Jacen cares deeply for his fellow soldier and will do whatever is necessary to not only win, but also to protect his fellow allies.

History: Originally nicknamed “The Rookie” Jacen was a prodigious talent that caught quite the amount of attention when he enlisted to be a pilot. Despite his young age, Jacen’s displayed an incredible natural feel for combat as he dominated battle simulations time and time despite doing "all the wrong things". While military superiors found Jacen’s personality at times insufferable, they could not deny they had a young talented pilot that can prove to be a powerful asset in the battles to come.

Due to his natural offensive temperament, it was only fitting that Jacen was provided with a The “Strike Freedom” Gundam. With an offensive arsenal that few MS can match, Jacen is sure to be an offensive powerhouse for the Federation.

MS/Gundam: