Eru Iluvatar

All-Star Marvel: Audax Mundus Novus - Season 1 (Completed)

I have interest in this roleplay, but my primary choice of character, War Machine, looks to be something of a complication, especially since we don't have an Iron Man yet. Of course, my second choice would be Iron Man himself, which could probably work out, I guess maybe?

I'll have a sheet up sometime later. If I truly decide not to go with Iron Man, then I'll at least try to work War Machine out with some form of unrelation.

@Penultimate_Pi

Yeah, to introduce James Rhodes as War Machine it's pretty much impossible to do without Tony Stark having already established the technology.

All-Star Marvel: Audax Mundus Novus - Season 1 (Completed)

Player Name: Eru Iluvatar

Character You Wish To Play: Zebediah Killgrave [The Purple Man]

Moral Alignment: Villain

Affiliation: Currently the Shadow Conquerors syndicate.

Character Origin & Backstory: Before gaining queer superhuman abilities, Zebediah Killgrave was a Sokovian born spy and espionage agent. An influx of quality training had found him in the eastern European country. His father was a hired thug and his mother a pole dancer, yet coincidentally they both worked indirectly for a group of shadowy and relatively powerful people, whom had under their employ an elite strike force - whose task it was to establish and maintain the mysterious syndicate as the ostentatious rulers of Sokovia, and eventually beyond that also. They were to go about eliminating competition and assassinating prominent political figures in the country that were potentially threatening to the syndicate's aims. After Zebediah's father was killed in the raid of a rival faction's base, the then young child was taken by the employers of his father. Killgrave did not know what happened to his mother after his abduction, but it mattered little - he had a new, if brutal and unforgiving, family now. Several key skills and traits were developed in Zebediah from a young age to the apex of his teenage years - most notably the arts of stealth, firearm marksmanship and infiltration. Though the select few others trained by the strike force may have been overall better at combat and assassination, Killgrave was a natural master of espionage and acting. Zebediah could don a completely new persona as easily as one might put on different pairs of shoes - needless to say many targeted groups and organisations were oft taken down from the inside rather than the outside. By the time the deceiving Sokovian had reached his late twenties, he was an irreplaceable part of the syndicate - now calling themselves The Shadow Conquerors - and the ringleaders of the ambitious group saw it fit to assign Killgrave an important task. The President of Sokovia and his government had ostensibly become aware of an organisation seeking to overthrow him, and they were acting with impulsiveness. An inside man of the Shadow Conquerors within the royal government had knowledge that the President was shipping in ample defences against oppressors, as well as expensive experimental weapons with potentially super-powerful abilities. He was also beginning an endeavour into strengthened security, which meant extensive background checks and interviews. Apparently, the President was scared, and he was wasting no time in preparing himself against the rising syndicate.

The leaders of the Shadow Conquerors, however, also used their time and resources wisely. A new position within the government had recently been drafted, and the man who came into the job only days before was mostly unknown to the bulk of the royalty. The same inside man who had provided the intel on the incoming weaponry had already introduced a knife into the man's throat, which meant there was a position for a man to traverse the government buildings unnoticed until the replacement was identified. A position Zebediah Killgrave with his talents could make effective use of...

Powers and Abilities: A trained marksman, adept at accuracy and stealth. High quality level of physical ability. A master of acting and espionage. [Iconic powers to be established in first few posts.]

Sample Story Arcs:
An Influential Tongue - The experimentation and consequences of Killgrave using his new-found power.
The Shadow Conquers - The fleshing out and monumental step in power of the murderous syndicate. Zebediah may or may not oppose them, and they could take over Sokovia for good.
A Purple Insanity - Focusing on the devastating changes to Killgrave's life and likely the fundamental motivations for his villainous alignment.

Sample Post: "Some information has arisen which may be useful to you and to us as a whole, Shadow." The heavily built and balding man droned. He sat before Zebediah Killgrave in a battered leather chair, which was fragmented by thin rips across the fabric's surface, most likely from the irritable picking of a man's hand over years of pondering and plotting. Killgrave was impressed, as many officials of the syndicate that he faced were clearly intimidated by the mysterious Sokovian. It was an aura that Zebediah had learnt in the midst of his training - he knew the exact position and expression needed to convey an untargetable threat across to his conversational partner. It was mostly about shoulder tensing and eye movement. However, Ivan Jankovic was a man of experience, and one with a formidable defence against the subtle battles of conversation.
"I wish to be of use to the Union as best I can, sir." Killgrave replied steadily, putting across mainly a sense of obedience.
"And we have seen that your best is a damned sight better than anyone else's at your position," The colonel kept his eyes fixed on a flurry of papers across his desk, whether choosing to avoid Killgrave's eyesight or not the spy did not know, "We have a more... fitting occupational area for you to reside in."
"Oh?" Zebediah replied, adding a hint of curiousness to his tone. Of course he knew what the Conqueror was going to say because of the reason being that nobody would for long waste his skill in strike force of an incredible calibre.
"There is a certain development taking place in a secure government facility that only you could take part in for us. There are those among us who have seen your tendency towards stealth and trickery as opposed to that of blunt force, and these skills will be absolutely vital in this circumstance. You do this for us, and I'll make sure you are awarded a position of power in the Shadow Conquerors, with your own subsidiaries. It should make life much more comfortable when you are at headquarters."
"And what does this assignment entail?"
"Espionage, sabotage, possible confrontations with armed and alert government officials. You'll only have a short time to pull this off, and from the intel we've gathered it's gonna decide the outcome of our little standoff with the President and his lackeys. Our inside man, Potter, says they're bringing in some kind of experimental nerve gas, capable of God knows what. It can't be good for us any way. There's a position temporarily available but the ruse will wear off when you get close to the cargo. We need you to gain access to the area - which is half a building and an open courtyard out of your clearance, by the way, and unload whatever containers of this gas you can upon the bastards. This'll make it so they have nothing to oppose us with." Ivan pushed himself and his chair away from the old desk abruptly, rising to his feet as he did. "Potter can give you the specifics when you're there. So what do you say?" He grunted and swallowed with a slight sign of difficulty. Zebediah could tell he had been drinking and was putting some effort into maintaining an air of sobriety and superiority.
Concerned about me when I am at this position? Fascinating. The conniving man thought to himself.
Of course this was exactly what Killgrave needed to rise to prominence within the syndicate. Zebediah cast a slight smirk to his clean shaven face while looking Jankovic right in the eye.
"When do I leave?"

All-Star Marvel: Audax Mundus Novus - Season 1 (Completed)

Sorry about the lack of activity, I've had coursework, revision and exams. Know that I'm still here and willing, but I don't know when I'll get a post up.

All-Star Marvel: Audax Mundus Novus - Season 1 (Completed)

Eru Iluvatar / The New Yorker Collaboration

Within the shorter part of a blink Blackagar was gliding through the length of the throne room, only half way between where he started and where Maximus stood. The quickness of the noir-minded Maximus was just as keen as Blackagar’s reflexes. Just as the darting Bolt was set to deliver a pounding blow crimson locks were wrapped around his neck. They squeezed and jolted him back into a laying position.

Blackagar peered behind him, hands grasping at the follicled chokehold, and saw Medusa, eyes like saucers of light, restraining him with her powerful abilities.

Mind control.

The thought rang out in Blackagar’s mind, as clearly as his brother’s menacing laughter, which even now echoed so clearly against the throne room walls. The mad chortling mixed with the fits and groans into a macabre cacophony.

“He’s probably better off dead, isn’t he dear?” Maximus asked with a casual bite.

Medusa’s glowing orbs only stared at him, then focused back on Blackagar as she focused on tightening her hold.

Blackagar was slowly pulled along the slick Titanium floors. The hold contracted then constricted, flowed then pulled. It was like a tightening maze of hair, and no matter how much leeway Blackagar felt he might have, he could never find the end of it all. If he freed his hand, he was still choked and his torso was still being squeezed. Blackagar felt the life slipping from him, and he knew that he had only one choice, one chance. Just before the crimson hair swallowed him whole Blackagar focused all of his harnessed energy.

“Wait…” Maximus began, extending his hand. Before he could say more, an invisible force broke through the mound of hair, shocking Medusa’s entire system and forcing her into a seizure. The force continued, however, outward and struck Maximus with equal, yet physical force. His body flung against the ceiling and got caught on a rafter. Blood seeped from a cut on his head down onto the royal chamber floor. Blackagar was then able to free himself from the now limp strands of hair. He turned in time to see the closing stages of Medusa’s minor seizure. She seemed fine, but the conceivable damage to her brain was invisible. When Blackagar looked toward where he imagined Maximus to be, he witnessed his semi unconscious brother floating to the floor safely. Some sort of antigravity device more than likely.

Blackagar trotted up to his brother and grabbed him by the collar of his ripped silk blouse. He inspected the nasty wound on Maximus’ head, then brought his brother up to eye level. Maximus could still see the look on his kin’s face clearly through the haze of his concussion. A pang of horror shook through his entire body as he received the words through Blackagar’s talkative eyes.

“You’re better off dead, aren’t you dear?”

-

Gorgon's footsteps carried weight, in both a physical and a psychological way. As a known and respected figure of the Inhuman hierarchy, he could go where he wished and do what he liked. His Terrigen influenced ability also affected his feet, or rather - his hooves. The otherwordly mists had twisted his once human feet into large goat-like hooves that spewed out dark fur from the ankle up and were coated in a sleek black substance from the ankle down. They were also capable of producing kinetic shockwaves - seismic occurrences of ample destruction that would knock most anyone of their feet, and depending on Gorgon's anger to fuel it - could destroy structures of any size. Thus Gorgon remembered to tread lightly, and monitor his temperament in combat situations.

He was striding down a regally decorated corridor, adjacent to the royal throne room in which King Maximus held his seat, when a desperate mental outcry burrowed through the wall to surround him completely. He sensed invisible tendrils, ever changing and morphing, twisting through each other to effectively form an enmeshed net of strong mental commands. Gorgon stumbled back in shock, momentarily forgetting his anger inhibitions. The paintings on the wall thrashed about after suffering Gorgon's kinetic vibrations. The large Inhuman could not escape from the all encompassing tendrils, and despite the headpiece he constantly wore that had the ability to fend off telepathic attacks, this particular assault was overpowering from it's urgent strike and power to back it.

Gorgon sprawled out on the floor, yet fought vigorously until the tendrils took him.
Instantly a frantic command reverberated through his helpless mind.

To the throne room! Attack Black Bolt! Defend your King!

Gorgon stood with lightning speed, and began running toward the archway a little further down the corridor.
The paintings fell and shattered as he ran.

-

Blackagar glanced at the doorway across the expanse of the throne room, and a hulking shadow flickered on the wall as the thundering foot steps got closer and closer. Suddenly the space in and between the archway was filled with steel, and cloth, and fur and flesh. It took Blackagar a moment to understand what he was looking at. The proportions were all wrong for a normal man. Within that confusion Blackagar lost his hold on Maximus, who jumped out of the way and began crawling back to the copper elevator. The mass was coming closer, but shrouded in the shadows of the ill lit room. Some pivotal electrical wiring must have been cut during Blackagar's exchange with his brother, and so the primary source of light was from the vibrant sea water above and around them. Blackagar searched his mind for the faces of the royal family. This wasn't Karnak, nor was it the aquatic Triton. Horn's glistened in the light and Blackagar could remember the lineage, finally. Son of Korath, brother of Agon, father of Blackagar.

Cousins.

Blackagar managed to hold onto a horn as he was pressed into, his legs being lifted off of the ground and his torso pounded by this young man's shoulder. Even as Blackagar went crashing through his rightful throne he tried to retrieve this cousin's name. Blocking frightful elbow shots and hammering fists Blackagar could feel the name on the tip of his tongue.

As the beast lifted himself, to try and release Blackagar's hold on his head, the more dexterous cousin was able to free himself from a grapple and climb over onto his back. A few strikes was all he could manage before he was thrown.

Blackagar had a moment to collect himself after he rolled from the toss. He noticed his gloves were ripped, and so tore them off. Maximus was inching closer to the elevator.

As the hoofed and horned man readied for another charge a flash of inspiration came to Blackagar. And with it a name: Gorgon.

All-Star Marvel: Audax Mundus Novus - Season 1 (Completed)

Just as a placeholder.

It also doesn't foreshadow a Inhuman collaboration.

At all.

Really.

All-Star Marvel: Audax Mundus Novus - Season 1 (Completed)

Yorker, it is clear that we can't avoid a collab in Attilan for much longer - so PM me if you have any ideas on what you want Karnak and Gorgon to be doing during the Blackagar / Maximus encounter.

All-Star Marvel: Audax Mundus Novus - Season 1 (Completed)

Inhumanus Historia
[1900 - 2100 (Human Designation)]
Extract 46

Primitus Mensis, 1910 (Human Designation). First detailing of physical interaction between Inhuman and human. Located in a small village south of the Himalayas. A tumultuous panic erupts when the first sighting of a man with tendrils protruding from his body is reported. The villagers rally and attack him with makeshift weapons. The man fails at communication and acts in self-defence, sweeping away the humans repeatedly. They do not cease, and eventually the peaceful Inhuman's life is threatened. A minute later, thirty-six humans lie dead in the middle of the village.

The council dispersed through the single opening at the far edge of the chamber, leaving only Karnak, Gorgon and Mander standing at the precipice of the table. An unpleasant tension ran between the three, one that bid Mander to leave with the utmost haste. The pious priest knew of the disunity between Karnak and Gorgon, and perhaps he had forced them together to cause distress within his argumentative son, but nevertheless he knew that the two young Inhumans before him were the leading minds and bodies in their fields within the Great Refuge. Facing the society changing events involving the rogue group of Inhumans and the unknown dealings of King Maximus, the Order of Wisdom would need to employ the greatest assets they had. Mander held Karnak's disapproving gaze for a few more moments, and then proceeded out of the archway.
When the old man was out of earshot, Gorgon smirked at the accurate combatant.
"Guess I'll be heading up this one, cousin. In our amusing battle of power versus skill, seems I take this round thanks to your 'pa."
Karnak narrowed his eyes sharply at the hair-covered brute.
"You are not my cousin. And the second you intend on giving me orders, you will find yourself without the deadliest force in Attilan to aid in this manhunt."
Refusing to take part in the aggravating conversation any longer, Karnak swung his robe around in a flurry and headed towards the archway.
"We might as well be related. After all, is Maximus' blood not shared between both of us?"
"Curse your faltering intelligence, Gorgon." Karnak muttered under his breath as he rounded the corner before the glimmering steps.

Falcona stepped softly along the greying pavement, neon lights reverberating through her mind and the overpowering bustle of the street and it's inhabitants shocking her at every interval. She wore clothes to blend in with the humans - a white dress with a large red rose residing in the middle and two black boots that climbed up to her thighs. These had been taken from a decimated target of Leonus. She clutched a large pink purse that was littered with prominent sparkles, the withering hand that held it not long before now lying dead on their refuge's floor - Leonus' doing. It contained some of the strange material that the humans lived by - money. It ostensibly ruled over them as a God, and yet they manipulated it constantly, with images of their rulers and each piece being passed around from one to another all the time. They used it as a trading device, which suggests it as a beneficiary, yet it seemed that they could not live without it. Falcona didn't understand this, but from the moderate education she had endured she had learned of the humans and the differences in their physiology and mentality to the superior Inhumans. It was indeed obvious of the Inhuman's superiority in both of these factors and many more. However, Falcona was inexplicably intrigued by the humans and their society. Despite their many mistakes, many of which continued to the present, the society they had formed was impressive to her, and she wished to study them personally and in-depth. That was one of the reasons she had left Attilan...
She stopped suddenly on the pavement, causing rushing men and woman to respond in shock and frustration and skirt around her. She ignored them, and looked out towards the west. She was filled with sadness and some regret, for her friends and family in the Refuge, those she had left behind. Still, the reasons for her and the other's departure were more important. One motivation to share, she thought, and personal ones for each of us.
Falcona shook herself out of her pondering state and focused on the task at hand. The others had outright laughed at her plan, especially Leonus and Timberia. Stallior, the one whom she shared the most ideals with, also disagreed - saying it was too dangerous. Nebulo had no response, as usual, though she wasn't sure if he was actually in the room at the time or not.
Falcona spotted what she was looking for and strode towards it, her brain activity rising. With this, a group of pigeons that sat on the first floor balcony of a hotel erratically surged out of their resting positions and barrelled toward the market store. Falcona noticed their behaviour and calmed herself expertly. She then turned to the avians and reverted them back to their normal state. They hung in the air for a second and then flew away from her as quickly as they had approached. Keep yourself under control, she lectured to herself. One human who was not too busy to notice anything around them was eyeing her intently. Falcona sensed the curiosity in his aura, likely due to the display she had foolishly allowed to happen, though there was something else in his eyes... something she did not recognise. He was sat slumped against an old brick wall, a brown rectangle of material to his left and an empty container to his right. People seemed to keep their distance to him intentionally.
He awkwardly climbed to his feet, a strange hunger in his eyes. Falcona turned away, partly confused, and entered the store.

All-Star Marvel: Audax Mundus Novus - Season 1 (Completed)

Working on a post now.

Sorry for my inactivity, I had mock exams.

And Dedonus, don't even think about discontinuing this RP because of a lack of activity.

All-Star Marvel: Audax Mundus Novus - Season 1 (Completed)

@Dedonus my apologies about that. It is, of course, an app from the last All Stars, but I only just re-read the character history, never noticed that mention in there. I have taken that into account for any further stories but I do imagine that *some* of the public knew about mutants but decided to remain silent about it?

As for Deadpool killing off the Universe again, I think once was enough for him. In fact, this time, he may just be this Universes savior....

@Nightraider

And please... don't introduce X-Force, yet.

All-Star Marvel: Audax Mundus Novus - Season 1 (Completed)

Working on a character sheet for the character in the hider.

Hider

@Dedonus

Aagh, you've sparked excitement. I'm working on a post, should be up early this week.