Enarr

Sensation & Wonder: An Absolute Comics Roleplay [DC & Marvel One Universe Style Game]

Hey all, just wanted to do a role call for some of the folks I haven't heard from. Would like to ideally have a bit of a headcount to better plan the event and update the roster.

If I didn't tag you, it's either because we've talked in the thread or Discord, or you've otherwise let me know you're in/out.

Just respond in the thread, like the post, whatever floats your fancy to let me know if you're still in. If you're not, you can let me know or ignore this post.:

@Master Bruce
@Bork Lazer
@Enarr
@Roman
@Ever Faithful
@HenryJonesJr
@webboysurf
@natty
@Kyoka
@Cybermaxx
@AndyC
@John Table
@Pirouette
@1Hawkeyes

@Lord Wraith

I'm too busy right now to keep up with this when it's chugging along so I'm just going to pull out. Sorry to block DD for anyone who was otherwise interested

Into the Pines: An American Frontier Horror RPG

I'm down. Cool stuff

CHILDREN OF LEE - THE FIRST GENERATION OF SUPERHEROES

CROSSFIRE

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It was the end of the school day and Chris, pleasantly, had a blank canvas for a weekend. As he worked his way through the halls and out the doors, he kept hearing about how cool Dexter's party was going to be and how great the weekend was. Rumor had it that Mateo had enough beer in his closet to keep the entire student body buzzed for days. Just thinking of everybody mingling over at Chad's place put more fire in his belly. The weekend was going to be great.

His family had made plans to head out of town for Labor Day weekend, excluding him of course. The minister said that, even though he were their son, his parent's should speak to him only as much as necessary, lest they be leavened by the wildfire of his sin. So he was left to his own devices.

York county of Pennsylvania had roughly forty towns and cities to call its own. He could personally list about twenty of them. He knew every officer by name and had shaken hands with most of them.

His father, being the head of the policeman's union, had made arrangements for most of the Leesburg PD to make their way to Sesame Place over the weekend, leaving Satuday night, playing around the place on Sunday, and making the drive back on Monday. With only a skeleton crew of four officers, of the towns total fourteen, holding down the fort, odds were that he could get up to virtually anything he wanted to as long as he had a decent distraction and the wits not to get the Sheriff's Department involved.

Fortunately, dear old Chad would be the perfect distraction for his Sunday shenanigans. With as many kids going to the party as there were, there was practically no way that any less than all four officers on duty would be anywhere else ten minutes after he'd place his tip with the 911 call-taker.

Piercing the school's double doors by the parking lot, he sqinted through the sunlight and made out, past the low battery notification on his phone, that The RING had finished construction and he should "apply now!" for a competitively paying position as a security officer.

The sweat dribbling out of the pores in his fist began to ignite but, dropping his phone, he quenched the kindling flames in his coat pocket before tripping over a bench along beside the sidewalk and crashing into another student. Pulling himself to his feet instantly, he began to babble.

"I'm terribly sorry. I didn't see you there. I got distracted by something I'd seen on Facebook." Lending a hand, he pulled the other student to her feet before reaching down to help her gather her spilt books.

"Ohhh," she wilted, drooping. "I hoped that it wouldn't go so viral. That damned Evelyn always has her nose in everyone's business," the girl said.

"I'm sorry. What are you talking about?" Chris asked.

"The Facebook post?" She asked, cocking her head. "With me kicking the car?"

"Oh. I haven't seen it but I'm sorry to hear that it's bothering you so much," he said, offering her her books.

Taking the stack into her arms, she slid her hand over his on accident before dropping them a second time and shouting. "Aggh! God, you're so hot," and licking the back of her hand, having been burned, before self-consciously correcting "I mean, your hand is.. your skin.. you're temperature is high?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I should've been more careful. That's entirely my bad. Sometimes I overheat when I get frustrated. I dropped my phone a second ago," he said reaching down to pick it up.

Tipping the black screen towards her, he harrassed the power button before discovering that the juice had all spilled out sometime when it was on the concrete.

"I guess the battery died. Just my like. They actually built a prison specifically to hold me. The RING. I don't know if you've heard of it or not."

"No, I haven't," she said. "Why don't you text me a link to it when you recharge your phone, though", she smiled innocently.

"Um, alright. I'd add your contact but the battery's dead."

"That's fine," she said, magicing a pen into her hand and carefully sketching her phone number onto the back of his palm.

"Oh, alright then. When I get home I will absolutely do that. Say, what's your name?"

"Letitia. Letitia Green," she said.

"Cool, I'm Chris--"

"Yeah, Chris Crossfire!" she finished for him.

"Christian. But yeah, I guess you do know who I am."

"Everybody does. You're kinda famous."

Chris wilted.

"Are you going to Chad's party Sunday night?"

"I.. wasn't planning on it, no."

"Oh. I got invited but didn't have anyone to go with. Would you mind going with me?" she asked.

"No--I mean, yeah I would. I'd love to go with you," he said, sabotaging his own plans for the evening.

"Cool. Pick me up at seven. I'll text you the deets later," she said.

And at that, Chris set course for home with a little more pep in his step and more mixed emotions about his three day weekend than he knew what to do with.

CHILDREN OF LEE - THE FIRST GENERATION OF SUPERHEROES

Crossfire

C H R I S

theme

BASIC INFO

Name: Christopher Christian
Age: 18
Year: Senior
Gender: M

APPEARANCE:

Height: 5'8"
Weight: 165 lbs

Skin Color: F8F2ED base tone with FFFADA lowlights and a distinctive spackling of FBFCFA highlights, particularly in this dreadful winter time. His skin tends to swell with a FFFFFFing effect when he gets excited, on account of the blood rising to his epidermis.

Physical Description: He's got a fairly unimposing build. It wouldn't be inaccurate to describe him generally as soft bodied but he's not got much in the way of visible pudge to him. His mop of auburn hair, though somewhat boorish, tends to flop about when he speaks, almost as though it were a drum keeping the beat, as his head bobs left and right. By looking at him, at any given moment, there's a decent chance that you'll see him squinting angrily at nothing in particular, with his teeth tied taut around his tongue.

Clothing: His attire swings from semi-formal button-up style digs to more grungy hoodies and sweatpants, usually in black but often enough in a somber blue or grey. There was a brief period of time, following his incarceration, where he'd wear an orange long sleeve button-up along with orange denim pants as a sort of knowing jest to acknowledge that he's seen as a criminal but the reaction was more than he was looking for and the outfit has since been retired.

Voice: Daffy Duck without the lisp. They share the pulsing cadence and general frustration in their tone.

PERSONALITY:

Character Traits: He's something of a spitfire with a tendency to let his emotions sweep him away. Self-control is something of a weakness and he's lacking in terms of discretion but it's well understood that when Chris is anything but duplicitous. In many ways, it's what he sees as his unfettered integrity that holds him back from being a desirable member of society. He's seen as a nutjob by some and a burnout in the making by others. He's pretty irritated by the fact that there's an entire prison being constructed specifically to incarcerate him specifically.

Bonds: Chris is a Christian but he's extremely dissatisfied with his own church. In fact, it's his desire to imitate the Christ that lead him to speak out with boldness in criticizing the hypocrites he had seen in his company. He's since been excommunicated from his own congregation. On paper, his own parents aren't even allowed to talk to him. They still do when they're in the privacy of their own home.

Activities: He likes to spend his time camping and studying the local wildlife so he can escape the expectations of his family and community. At this point, he actually spends a decent amount of time stalking the invasive population of snow leopards and turning them over to animal control to be exported to zoos across the nation, if not to be released in Mongolia. In a way, it could be said that he's something of an amateur businessman--not that he's told the IRS.

Skills: He's a decent hunter. Not great. The main reason he hasn't been murdered by snow leopards is the fact that he can set himself on fire at a whim. He's very patient and good at standing still for hours, even though he doesn't have much in the way of stamina.

BACKSTORY

Backstory:Eighteen years ago, Chris' mom got irradiated by a space rock thing. Shortly thereafter, he was born. His father was a police lieutenant and his mother was a stay at home mom. He was an only child.

Ten years later, his father is the head of the police labor union in the town of Lee and they're living very comfortably thanks to the union dues paid by every officer on the force. His ma became a Sunday School teacher somewhere in there and little Chrissy is off at Summer Camp, where he made fast friends with a little girl by the name of Adaline, who confided to him that one of the camp counselors had behaved very inappropriately with her. They told some of the staff and nobody did anything about it. For a time, nothing came of it.

One day, it came out that his father had been having an affair so, naturally, he swore up and down that he'd repent. After a couple days on the couch, Mr. Christian found Jesus and, from then on, the family spent every Sunday knackered up in spit-shined shoes and dry-cleaned jackets, in the pews of the Ten Tablets Church of Jesus Christ, where he reconnected with both Adaline and that smarmy bastard who was working as a camp counselor, now amongst the clergy.

As Chris grew older, the magnitude of the wrongness of the man's position became increasingly apparent to him, so he told the pastor, who doubted him and wrote it off as the misremembering of hearsay. So, one fateful Sunday afternoon, thirteen year old Chris Christian went over to have a nice, productive chat with the clergyman to clear matters up when he accidentally lit him the fuck up in a cleansing fire that he didn't know he was capable of producing while he was beating him to a pulp with his fists. This is the very moment that he discovered he had superpowers.

Thirteen year old Chris Christian was sentenced to three years in York County Youth Development Center and, during that time, learned that he had inspired the construction of a new facility specifically built to incarcerate and depower other CLs like him, so they wouldn't be a danger to the general population in adult prisons. While still in the center, he remained parallel to his school curriculum with the aim to reintegrate him as smoothly as possible. He never received letters from his family, though upon his release, he was reaccepted into their home with neither fuss nor fanfare. Rumor has it that his father's position as the head of the policeman's union is one of the only reasons why Chris wasn't tried as an adult.

In the time since, Chris has generally tried to avoid being at school, being at church or being around other institutions where he's subject to other people's judgements longer than necessary. He's disgusted with the moral depravity of people with authority over him and he doesn't really want another assault charge. He's spent his recent days in the Pennsylvania woods stalking snow leopards after school and tranquilizing them with non-lethal darts before arranging to have them relocated in a workflow that probably isn't entirely above board legally but has gone undisturbed nonetheless.

POWERS:

Description: Chris can set himself on fire. Sometimes it happens involuntarily when he gets excited but he's also usually quite capable of bursting into flame on command. He can also produce an incendiary fluid akin to napalm from his hands, which he refers to as his brimstream, and he can adjust its consistency and formulation to a certain extent.

Limitations: He doesn't get to decide if he's going to light something on fire or not, he merely has the ability to strike a match within himself and cast his brimstream. He can spread the brimstream to an aerosol style spray that can project about ten feet in front of him and, on the other hand, he can condense it to the density and weight of a golf ball, where the distance is more or less limited by his actual untrained throwing skill.

Weaknesses: Whether he's aflame or not, he still needs to be able to breathe, so its not in his best interest to light up in enclosed spaces. He is not unusually tough beyond being fireproof and resistant to extreme temperatures, regardless of whether he's alight or not. That said, it'd be pretty easy to kill him by throwing a gas can at him or something to that effect.

SCHOOLING

Favorite Subject: Criminology

Least-Favorite Subject: Religious Ed

Grades: C Student

Embarrassing Moment: For a week after getting out from the Youth Development Center, people kept stuffing his locker with feathers and writing jailbird on all his stuff. This frustrated him so severely that he accidentally started smoking and set off the school's fire alarm.

Other Information:

CHILDREN OF LEE - THE FIRST GENERATION OF SUPERHEROES

Who tf r u @Enarr

@Skai

I'm the thing that goes bump in the night. I'm the reason your parents are having marital issues. I'm your mom's boyfriend. I. Am. Enarr

CHILDREN OF LEE - THE FIRST GENERATION OF SUPERHEROES

Crossfire

C H R I S

theme

BASIC INFO

Name: Christopher Christian
Age: 18
Year: Senior
Gender: M

APPEARANCE:

Height: 5'8"
Weight: 165 lbs

Skin Color: F8F2ED base tone with FFFADA lowlights and a distinctive spackling of FBFCFA highlights, particularly in this dreadful winter time. His skin tends to swell with a FFFFFFing effect when he gets excited, on account of the blood rising to his epidermis.

Physical Description: He's got a fairly unimposing build. It wouldn't be inaccurate to describe him generally as soft bodied but he's not got much in the way of visible pudge to him. His mop of auburn hair, though somewhat boorish, tends to flop about when he speaks, almost as though it were a drum keeping the beat, as his head bobs left and right. By looking at him, at any given moment, there's a decent chance that you'll see him squinting angrily at nothing in particular, with his teeth tied taut around his tongue.

Clothing: His attire swings from semi-formal button-up style digs to more grungy hoodies and sweatpants, usually in black but often enough in a somber blue or grey. There was a brief period of time, following his incarceration, where he'd wear an orange long sleeve button-up along with orange denim pants as a sort of knowing jest to acknowledge that he's seen as a criminal but the reaction was more than he was looking for and the outfit has since been retired.

Voice: Daffy Duck without the lisp. They share the pulsing cadence and general frustration in their tone.

PERSONALITY:

Character Traits: He's something of a spitfire with a tendency to let his emotions sweep him away. Self-control is something of a weakness and he's lacking in terms of discretion but it's well understood that when Chris is anything but duplicitous. In many ways, it's what he sees as his unfettered integrity that holds him back from being a desirable member of society. He's seen as a nutjob by some and a burnout in the making by others. He's pretty irritated by the fact that there's an entire prison being constructed specifically to incarcerate him specifically.

Bonds: Chris is a Christian but he's extremely dissatisfied with his own church. In fact, it's his desire to imitate the Christ that lead him to speak out with boldness in criticizing the hypocrites he had seen in his company. He's since been excommunicated from his own congregation. On paper, his own parents aren't even allowed to talk to him. They still do when they're in the privacy of their own home.

Activities: He likes to spend his time camping and studying the local wildlife so he can escape the expectations of his family and community. At this point, he actually spends a decent amount of time stalking the invasive population of snow leopards and turning them over to animal control to be exported to zoos across the nation, if not to be released in Mongolia. In a way, it could be said that he's something of an amateur businessman--not that he's told the IRS.

Skills: He's a decent hunter. Not great. The main reason he hasn't been murdered by snow leopards is the fact that he can set himself on fire at a whim. He's very patient and good at standing still for hours, even though he doesn't have much in the way of stamina.

BACKSTORY

Backstory:Eighteen years ago, Chris' mom got irradiated by a space rock thing. Shortly thereafter, he was born. His father was a police lieutenant and his mother was a stay at home mom. He was an only child.

Ten years later, his father is the head of the police labor union in the town of Lee and they're living very comfortably thanks to the union dues paid by every officer on the force. His ma became a Sunday School teacher somewhere in there and little Chrissy is off at Summer Camp, where he made fast friends with a little girl by the name of Adaline, who confided to him that one of the camp counselors had behaved very inappropriately with her. They told some of the staff and nobody did anything about it. For a time, nothing came of it.

One day, it came out that his father had been having an affair so, naturally, he swore up and down that he'd repent. After a couple days on the couch, Mr. Christian found Jesus and, from then on, the family spent every Sunday knackered up in spit-shined shoes and dry-cleaned jackets, in the pews of the Ten Tablets Church of Jesus Christ, where he reconnected with both Adaline and that smarmy bastard who was working as a camp counselor, now amongst the clergy.

As Chris grew older, the magnitude of the wrongness of the man's position became increasingly apparent to him, so he told the pastor, who doubted him and wrote it off as the misremembering of hearsay. So, one fateful Sunday afternoon, thirteen year old Chris Christian went over to have a nice, productive chat with the clergyman to clear matters up when he accidentally lit him the fuck up in a cleansing fire that he didn't know he was capable of producing while he was beating him to a pulp with his fists. This is the very moment that he discovered he had superpowers.

Thirteen year old Chris Christian was sentenced to three years in York County Youth Development Center and, during that time, learned that he had inspired the construction of a new facility specifically built to incarcerate and depower other CLs like him, so they wouldn't be a danger to the general population in adult prisons. While still in the center, he remained parallel to his school curriculum with the aim to reintegrate him as smoothly as possible. He never received letters from his family, though upon his release, he was reaccepted into their home with neither fuss nor fanfare. Rumor has it that his father's position as the head of the policeman's union is one of the only reasons why Chris wasn't tried as an adult.

In the time since, Chris has generally tried to avoid being at school, being at church or being around other institutions where he's subject to other people's judgements longer than necessary. He's disgusted with the moral depravity of people with authority over him and he doesn't really want another assault charge. He's spent his recent days in the Pennsylvania woods stalking snow leopards after school and tranquilizing them with non-lethal darts before arranging to have them relocated in a workflow that probably isn't entirely above board legally but has gone undisturbed nonetheless.

POWERS:

Description: Chris can set himself on fire. Sometimes it happens involuntarily when he gets excited but he's also usually quite capable of bursting into flame on command. He can also produce an incendiary fluid akin to napalm from his hands, which he refers to as his brimstream, and he can adjust its consistency and formulation to a certain extent.

Limitations: He doesn't get to decide if he's going to light something on fire or not, he merely has the ability to strike a match within himself and cast his brimstream. He can spread the brimstream to an aerosol style spray that can project about ten feet in front of him and, on the other hand, he can condense it to the density and weight of a golf ball, where the distance is more or less limited by his actual untrained throwing skill.

Weaknesses: Whether he's aflame or not, he still needs to be able to breathe, so its not in his best interest to light up in enclosed spaces. He is not unusually tough beyond being fireproof and resistant to extreme temperatures, regardless of whether he's alight or not. That said, it'd be pretty easy to kill him by throwing a gas can at him or something to that effect.

SCHOOLING

Favorite Subject: Criminology

Least-Favorite Subject: Religious Ed

Grades: C Student

Embarrassing Moment: For a week after getting out from the Youth Development Center, people kept stuffing his locker with feathers and writing jailbird on all his stuff. This frustrated him so severely that he accidentally started smoking and set off the school's fire alarm.

Other Information:

Itiner: Heroes of Ardenfeld

<Snipped quote>

I can read. Which is why I asked.

@Asura

Ah. Not trying to be an asshole. I just figured it was already there. My bad, yo

EDIT: Specifically I assumed that that meant that you had to ask about each feat

Itiner: Heroes of Ardenfeld

Are we using the Feats from Tasha's Cauldron?

@Asura

I will be accepting all non-core books on a case-by-case basis. So what this means is if you use something from Volo’s or Xanathar’s you will have to ask if it’s okay to use that. Yes, this includes Unearthed Arcana which I distinctly abhor for personal reasons.

_{So sayeth TGM}

Sensation & Wonder: An Absolute Comics Roleplay [DC & Marvel One Universe Style Game]

This is my sheet so that I can write about spooky monsters :)

SPOOKY

D A R Y L
D A R Y L

^{"Mm-my name... my name is DARYL."}

C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ Daryl Tynon _________________________________________________________ Possessed | BPRD Agent _________________________________________________________ Fairfield | Connecticut | America C H A R A C T E R N O T E S C H A R A C T E R N O T E S _________________________________________________________ [+] - M I S C E L L A N E O U S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ►With Daryl's mission-based plot structure and fixed squad, I'm really looking to emphasise collaboration with this character, and will be actively looking for other players to guest-write (or submit Supporting character sheets) the characters that surround Daryl. This includes, but is not limited to: - Captain Ben Daimio, Were-Jaguar and Daryl's commanding officer - B.P.R.D. Liason Katherine Corrigan, Daryl's primary mission contact and supervisor of his therapy - Johann Kraus, ex-Nazi ex-mortal, ectoplasmic field agent sometimes deployed alongside Daryl - Dr. Tom Manning, Director of the B.P.R.D. and the ultimate authority in the Bureau. - Any Human B.P.R.D. Field Agents, deployed alongside Daryl - Baba Yaga, an ancient and powerful Slavic witch, a back-and-forth entity known to the B.P.R.D., sometimes an ally, sometimes an enemy, sometimes neither or both at once. - Any entity or threat Daryl and his squad find themselves assigned to neutralising (of which there will be many, of colourful and strange varieties) - P O S T C A T A L O G P O S T C A T A L O G _________________________________________________________ [+] - P O S T C A T A L O G ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ -

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T ________________________________________________________________________________________ March, 1989, Webequie. Daryl Tynon goes out for a hunt after an early thaw, thinking the clearing of the weather to be an omen for coming fortune. Seventy minutes after breaking through the treeline of the forest, he is caught in a freak blizzard, unable to see his own breath billowing out in front of him. Lost in the squall, Daryl wandered for three days, unable to find his way back out of the forest and its storm. During this time, he is overcome with paranoia, and the feeling of being watched and hunted, but cannot identify, or even confirm the existence of, his unknown stalker. On the fourth day, the blizzard breaks; but Daryl is starving, dehydrated, exhausted, and slowly freezing to death. He drops to the ground, half-dead - and it is then that the Wendigo uncoils itself from the snow and the trees, and descends upon him. April, 1989, Webequie. Daryl awakens, confused and his mind mudded and foggy. He is hungry, and still lost - but the weather has cleared, and he slowly makes his way out of the forest to return home. His cabin is abandoned. His family is missing. There is no food. He goes back to the woods to find help. To hunt. To eat. November, 1989, Webequie. Webequie Indian Reserve Sheriff receives a visit from a large, red-skinned, horned man, accompanied by a blue-skinned man with gills and goggles. They have come in response to the sheriff's queries about freak snow-storms, an increase in missing persons, and a disturbing frequency of animal carcasses being found by would-be hunters, torn up and chunks of flesh missing. After a difficult night for all parties involved, Daryl is made aware of his new state of being - the latest victim of a malevolent, body-stealing spirit: the Wendigo. They took him in, and his new un-life was now to be spent in the custody of the BPRD. He would slowly lose all his memories and sense of self, his humanity worn away and replaced with bloodlust, hunger, and the cold. But the world would be a little safer from monsters than it was the day before. June, 2000, Connecticut Following Hellboy's abandonment of the BPRD, the Bureau finds itself suddenly bereft of its most valuable asset, and begins evaluation of its current capital to find a suitable replacement. The idea of Daryl the Wendigo is floated, and with little alternatives, the discussion moves towards how such a feral beast can be made effective in the field. In the days that follow, B.P.R.D. Liaison Agent Katherine Corrigan quietly begins recuperative therapy with Daryl - while the technical department figures out how to turn fire into a method of control. Present. Twenty years of psychotherapy work, paranormal research, engineering innovation and tactical training have successfully drawn the man Daryl out of the depths of the beast Wendigo. He is a successful, if unnerving, B.P.R.D. Field Agent, under the command of Captain Ben Daimio, deployed as a stop-gap against threats of an extreme physical nature. Utilising a delicately balanced feeding regime, extensive and indefinite psychological treatment, and a containment suit lined with white phosphorus capsules, the Wendigo has been soundly weaponised for the greater good of Mankind against the dark that seeks to swallow it; but how much control does Daryl retain, over the baser urges of the spirit that possesses him? The B.P.R.D. hope to never find out - but they have contingencies should they do. P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) ________________________________________________________________________________________ With Archangel89's Hellboy having departed the BPRD, I realised there was a gap for a replacement, and wondered what that replacement would look like. Hellboy is obviously a physical powerhouse, but also a being with a lot of prophecy and mythology behind him as well, and perfectly encapsulates the theme of embracing that darkness within us, but not allowing it to rule you. Hellboy is an inherently dark creature that chooses to be a force for good. So how best to carry that theme forward with a new character? Enter Daryl the Wendigo, whose short arc, and the BPRD's interactions with him, are sublime shorthand for the tone of the comics. An innocent man befallen of a foul fate, holding onto his humanity while it's slowly eroded away - he is as much a victim as he is a monster, desperately trying to suppress the evil that picked him merely for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. As many here know, the Wendigo spirit is already a personal fascination for me, so to stumble upon a character that fit the mold for the concept while also being of personal interest felt like an opportunity too serendipitous to pass on. Where Hellboy is out on his own personal oddessey, I very much want to approach Daryl with the idea of B.P.R.D. being on 'Business As Usual' mode; threats are identified, assessed, and dealt with, agents being deployed as necessary to detain, secure, or neutralise depending on the circumstances. Daryl is one in a long line of re-purposed 'assets', helping the B.P.R.D. 'bump back'. Interspersed with his assignments will be his own struggles with holding on to his humanity as the Wendigo spirits eats away at him, trying to figure how to live this new life (or if he even wants to), and crossing paths with other players as well as a myriad of weird and wonderful creatures and myths. Daryl will learn that as dreaded as the Wendigo is, it is far from the most terrible beast to wander the Earth.

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@Roman

I don't understand it but I love it nonetheless.

Sensation & Wonder: An Absolute Comics Roleplay [DC & Marvel One Universe Style Game]

Who do you guys think would win in a fight: Bizarro or The Joker?