Half Pint

Marvel & DC: Emergence (Canon RP)

Finished my application! I made the sample post his first night on the job and how he got his alias. I made it a sort of Luke Cage getting the moniker "Power Man" situation, but honestly I'm on the fence about renaming him to "Fair Play" instead. Mr. Terrific is pulpy but never struck me as a name someone would ever choose for themselves.

Marvel & DC: Emergence (Canon RP)

Terrific

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T P R O P O S A L

M R . T E R R I F I C

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^{"The world isn’t fair, but that doesn’t mean I can’t be."}

^{_{M I C H A E L H O L T ♦ S T A R T U P C O - F O U N D E R ♦ M E T R O P O L I S}}

O R I G I N S:

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Michael Holt is a brilliant young entrepreneur, co-founder of the tech startup Holt Industries. With multiple degrees including Quantum Physics, Psychology, Electrical Engineering, among others all from Metropolis University, Michael has always been ahead of his peers, excelling in both academic and practical pursuits. However, beneath his achievements lies a series of personal tragedies that have shaped his worldview and driven him to use his talents to make the world a fairer place.

The first happened when he was only a boy. His older brother, Jeffrey, who had been his mentor and best friend was tragically killed by a drunk driver. The second happened early in highschool, when his parents died in a senseless act of violence during a home burglary gone wrong. The death of his family deeply affected Michael, solidifying his belief that the world is inherently unfair. Since this point, he's had a strong urge to change the world for the better, and make it a great deal fairer. Luckily he was taken in by his oldest and best friend, Alex Baker's family. Their families had been friends for years, and the boys were basically brothers from a young age.

Michael’s journey into heroism began with the development of his first prototype T-Spheres, multifunctional devices capable of advanced computational and defensive capabilities. His roommate and best friend, Alex, now a cybersecurity expert, became his only confidant. Together, they worked tirelessly in their cramped apartment, pooling their limited resources and immense intellect. Despite their financial struggles and lack of high-quality equipment, their combined skill and determination made up for it. Their apartment, small and cluttered with discarded prototypes and circuit boards, became the hub of their innovation. Each late night and early morning spent tinkering and testing was a step closer to their vision of fairness and justice. Driven by a shared belief in the importance of fairness and equality, Michael donned the mantle of Mr. Terrific. Inspired by their progress and potential, they founded Holt Industries, a startup aiming to revolutionize technology and create a more equitable world.

S A M P L E P O S T:

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Michael adjusted his makeshift costume in the mirror of their tiny apartment, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nerves. One of his T-Spheres, still in its prototype form, was clutched tightly in his fist. His best friend and roommate, Alex Baker, busy at his desk surrounded by a variety of screens and wires, looked up at him.

"Ready for your big debut, buddy?" Alex asked, a hint of a smile in his voice.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” Michael replied, his gaze steady. “Just remember, this is all uncharted territory. If anything goes wrong, I’ll need you to keep me updated.”

“Got it. I’ll be monitoring every move. Just stay sharp out there,” Alex said, turning back to his screens, each one displaying something completely different from the last. The center screen had an ever-updating view of the traffic congestion around Metropolis, while the one to its right had a visualizer of various police radio channels he was tuning into for updates on the city's crime. The left screen was currently playing one of Alex's favorite old movies, as it often did. Alex was a genius, but with ADD for sure. "Dude, don't forget – we never got the flight mode working on the T-Spheres yet. I put a motor in them so they should roll back to you, but don't go losing them on your first night out there. I don't want you coming back telling me our prototypes fell off some building downtown."

Michael nodded, taking a deep breath before climbing out of the window of their small flat and onto the fire escape. Once he was on the roof, he looked down upon the city in the cool night air. The city was alive with the usual buzz, but tonight, it felt different. He pulled a balaclava over his face and tucked it into his T-shirt. His costume, if you could even call it that, definitely needed some work. His leather jacket was the only thing that really stood out amidst the mishmash of casual clothing he thought he could move best in.

Hours passed as Michael moved from rooftop to rooftop, searching for any sign of action. He was about to give up hope when his communications link with Alex buzzed in his ear.

"Yo, dude, I'm picking up some chatter about smuggling going on at the docks. Cops are too busy tonight to handle it. If you're not too tied up playing Candy Crush, maybe you could check it out?"

"On my way," Michael replied, turning around and picking up the pace toward the docks.

He arrived at the docks to find a group of burly-looking men unloading crates from a boat under the cover of darkness. He sidled up to a wall and peeked around it, counting the hostiles. There were four, no, five of them, but only three seemed to be unloading the crates. He watched for a few moments more, wishing he hadn't after seeing the situation get a whole lot more complicated.

Two other men emerged from the boat, dragging a dejected-looking woman with them. Drug trafficking was one thing, but human trafficking was a whole other level. He reached into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out two of his spheres. They were rudimentary, and as he faced potential death, he definitely wished he'd done more testing on them, but they'd have to do. He thought about the best way to go about this. Confronting them head-on wasn't smart; he was outmanned and had nowhere to sneak up on them. If he didn't act fast, though, they'd be out of here with those girls faster than he could catch up. His eyes darted to a wall next to him, then to the smugglers' boat and the warehouse just behind them. For the first time tonight, a smile grew on his face.

He held two of his spheres between his forefinger, middle finger, and thumb. His eyes flickered back and forth between the three targets he'd identified, his brain doing a thousand calculations a second. Finally, he locked on. He could see the exact velocity and angle he needed. He drew his arms back and let them loose.

The spheres flew at speed, ricocheting off each target before bouncing off each of the smugglers' heads, knocking them unconscious. Then the unexpected happened. One of the last criminals, who had been escorting their victim to the car, pulled her in tight and moved her into the path of the sphere. Time almost went in slow motion as Michael called, "Weight!" and the sphere dropped to the floor. They hadn't installed many upgrades to the spheres yet, but in their efforts to develop self-propelled flight, they'd managed to invent a variable weight system for the gadgets. Michael thought they'd just be handy in preventing any criminals from stealing his hardware. Little did he know it would prevent him from hitting an innocent girl.

The kidnapper slid a switchblade out from his pocket and held it to the woman's throat. "Come out now, or she gets it!" he demanded. Michael had to oblige. He emerged from his cover, his hands up at his side. His heart was beating out of his chest as he timidly approached the man, his bravado and confidence suddenly gone as he was face-to-face with real danger.

"Come on now, man, put the knife down and no one has to get hurt," he pleaded. The man laughed.

"Seems like the only one who's going to get hurt here is you, bozo. What are you dressed up as anyway, dork? Halloween's not for another few months." He let out a sneering laugh. Michael didn't find the situation so funny, though. And for every laugh that escaped the horrible man's mouth, another twenty thoughts ran through his head as fast as a freight train.

Eureka.

Still holding his hands in the air, he made a slight gesture with his hands, not big enough to be noticed, but just enough to send a command to his spheres. Silently and gently, they began rolling from their respective positions towards him, circling round him before stopping quietly at his right boot. The kidnapper pointed his knife towards Michael.

"Say, how about you take that funny mask off now that I hold all the cards. And after that, why not tie yourself up so me and my boys can give you a bigger headache than the ones they're bound to wake up with?"

"I don't think so," Michael spoke, a look of shock passing through the criminal's eyes. "You might think you hold all the cards, pal, but I always like to keep a few up my sleeve." As he finished his sentence, he sent a walloping kick to the spheres at his foot. They flew at just the precise trajectory to hit their targets—the knife and the forehead. The man toppled backward, falling into a crate of the merchandise they had planned to shift.

Michael smiled beneath his mask, tapping into his communicator and telling Alex to get the cops to the area pronto. He collected the spheres and slid them back into his jacket pocket as he approached the woman. She looked terrified by the ordeal, but for the first time in history, a woman was actually glad to see a man in a balaclava approaching her at night. She jumped at Michael, wrapping him in an unexpected hug and thanking him profusely as he could only react with bewilderment. He did his best to put on a voice that sounded like he knew what he was doing.

"You're safe now," he said, gently extricating himself from her embrace. "The police are on their way."

The woman nodded, tears streaming down her face. "Thank you, thank you so much. I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't shown up."

Michael gave a reassuring smile, though his mind was already racing, thinking about what needed to be improved on his equipment for next time. "It's what I’m here for. Just try to stay calm until the authorities arrive."

As he turned to leave, the woman called out to him. "Wait! Who are you?"

He hesitated, unsure of how to respond. They had prepared everything except an alias. Just as he was about to shrug it off, the woman pointed at the back of his jacket.

"It says 'Terrific' on your jacket," she said, a faint smile breaking through her fear. "You really are... Mr. Terrific."

Michael glanced over his shoulder at the faded word stitched onto his leather jacket. He smiled. The jacket was a thrift store find, not exactly something he thought would become part of his identity. But alas.

"Mr. Terrific, huh?" he mused, a grin spreading across his face. "Yeah, I guess that'll do."

With a final nod to the woman, Michael turned and walked away, disappearing into the shadows as the sound of approaching sirens filled the air. His heart was still pounding, but now there was a thrill of triumph mixed with the adrenaline. He’d done it. His first night out, and he’d actually made a difference.

As he made his way back to the apartment, Alex's voice buzzed in his ear. "Hey, you okay? I heard the chatter on the police radio. They’re on their way."

"Yeah, I’m good," Michael replied, the excitement still coursing through him. "And guess what? We’ve got a name."

"Oh yeah?" Alex sounded intrigued. "Lay it on me."

"Mr. Terrific."

There was a brief pause before Alex laughed. "You serious? Mr. Terrific? Alright, man. If the shoe fits, right?"

Michael chuckled, climbing back through the window into their cramped apartment. "Exactly. Now let’s get to work on those spheres. I’ve got some ideas."

As he settled back into the familiar chaos of their workspace, Michael couldn’t help but feel a sense of purpose. The world wasn’t fair, but tonight, he’d taken a step towards making it a little better. And with Alex by his side, he knew this was just the beginning of something truly terrific.

P O S T C A T A L O G:

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Marvel & DC: Emergence (Canon RP)

Does anyone else have characters they'd like to state interest in? I see @Hillan and @Roman are interested but haven't given any hints yet. Plus @Half Pint told me they have some other ideas but didn't name names. Wanna share with the class?

@DocTachyon

Still thinking of some ideas but maybe Mr Terrific from DC!!

Marvel & DC: Emergence (Canon RP)

Currently thinking of going for a reimagined Iron Fist!

Marvel & DC: Emergence (Canon RP)

Interested!

Amalgam - Hour of X

Got a post up!

Amalgam - Hour of X

Orphan X

Close to 2 years ago

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Laura watched Night Vision as he grappled away into the night. He had just finished handing Wild Thing over to the authorities, while she perched on a nearby building under cover of darkness. She was never that good at working closely with the cops, doing things by the book wasn't her way. Despite Dark Claw's best efforts to teach her about justice and restraint, Laura’s instincts always leaned more towards a ruthless efficiency that often blurred the line between hero and vigilante.

She turned and walked away into the night. Laura reflected on her strained relationship with Night Vision. Even though they shared a bond through Dark Claw, their methods clashed too often. Every encounter while hunting the same villain usually ended in heated arguments or brief skirmishes. Dark Claw had tried to bridge the gap between them, but Laura was stubborn.

However, tonight was different. She'd been hot on the tail of Wild Thing for days now, tracking her spree of chaos through New Gotham City silently and closely. Unbeknownst to her though, Wild Thing hadn't been as reckless as normal, and this spree was an elaborate trap to take Laura out of the picture once and for all. She had been careless, too excited at the chance to capture Wild Thing once and for all to notice the obvious clues being accidentally left. Luckily for her, Night Vision wasn't so careless.

He'd happened to have been in the area, and caught on quickly to what was going on. Showing up just in the nick of time as Laura sprung the trap to get her out of the sticky situation. As much as she hated taking orders, especially from him, she couldn't deny his instruction during the ensuing chaos saved her from a few bruises and broken bones. Of course, as if it was his catchphrase, he pestered her to join Titan X once again. She never understood his insistence to get her to join. She told him to fuck off as she did every time.

The more she thought about it though the more appealing it became. She might have been hot-headed, but she wasn't stupid, and it's not like Dark Claw was someone who only ever worked alone. There would definitely come a point where the threat she was facing was too much even for her, maybe getting a few trusted contacts wasn't the worst thing in the world. She sighed, swallowing her pride as she tapped the communicator in her ear and cycled it to Night Vision's frequency.
"I'm in, but don't think this is a permanent thing. You bozos embarass me and I'll be back in NGC before you can blink."

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Present day

A few new recruits were joining the team today, and by god they needed them. Laura thought back to when she first joined Titan X. She was like chalk and cheese with the roster for a while, finding it hard to take orders and co-ordinate missions with the other members, truly embodying her chosen psuedonym 'Orphan' as she went astray trying to take the villains down on her own. For the first year, her involvement was sporadic at best. She would disappear for weeks, only to reappear just in time to assist on a mission and return to Titan Tower.

Gradually, Laura found her place within the team. She grew accustomed to working alongside others and even developed a protective streak towards her teammates, albeit expressed through sarcastic jabs more often than compliments. Over the year and a half since she joined, the team had seen many members come and go. Some left by choice, others due to disagreements, and a few, tragically, because of death.

Laura pulled on a white tank top and black jeans, preferring comfort over her full costume while inside the tower. The sleek black leather jacket and combat boots could wait until she was on duty.

Downstairs, she joined the gathering team in the lobby. She leaned against a wall with her arms folded, watching as Kid Cannonball tried to make himself comfortable in the unfamiliar surroundings. Gary moved over to welcome the new member of the team. If anyone could make him feel at home, it was him. The atmosphere was buzzing with anticipation, punctuated by Gridlock’s booming "BOOYAH!" echoing through the space. Vic Stone’s entrance never failed to amuse her. Her eyes drifted over to him as he began retelling a story she must have heard at least 3 or 4 times. For once, the story had an exciting ending though as the Herald of Cytorrak burst through the wall. Shock, anger, then a mischevious grin all shot across her face in an instant.

Snikt

The claws in her right hand slid out with that familiar sound as Night Vision shouted his call to arms. She saw Gary transform and begin to charge at the towering villain. Now this was more her style: slice first, ask questions later.

"Mind if I hitch a ride big guy?"

She crouched down and then quickly leapt with superhuman agility, landing on the back of the giant gorilla and holding on with her free hand. Timing her swipe of claws with the strike Gary was throwing, she aimed to hit Mal Duncan from the opposite side, their coordinated attack intended to disorient and overpower the Herald of Cytorakk.

Amalgam - Hour of X

@Omega Manwow this looks great!!! I’ll either have a post up today or tomorrow also!

Amalgam - Hour of X

Orphan X

Orphan X

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DC/Marvel Characters Used: X23 and Cassandra Cain

Name: Laura Wayne née Cain

Alias: Orphan X

Age: 25

Powers: Laura possesses an accelerated healing factor, not quite on par with Dark Claw's, but not far off either. This is expected to reach full capacity by the time she is 30. She also posseses superhumanly enhanced senses, strength, stamina, agility, and reflexes. Her main form of offence are her bone claws, two of which she has on either hand and either foot.

She was also trained in multiple martial arts and stealth techniques by both Benjamin Cain and Dark Claw and excells at stealth and assassination techniques.

Weaknesses: While her healing factor is exceptional, it still takes time to kick in and she can be incapacitated by heavy enough attacks. Energy based attacks in particular are tricky to heal from. She also has a "trigger scent" implanted within her DNA from a young age which induces a berserker state in which she turns into a remorseless and unstoppable hunter who won’t rest until she’s killed her target. Unfortunately she does not independently decide who this target is, and this could potentially be used by villains to her detriment.

Team Affiliation: Titan X

Personality: Hot-headed, Sarky, Confident, Relentless, Resourceful

Appearance: Laura stands at approximately 5'4" with a lean, athletic build that emphasizes both strength and agility. She has dark brown hair that only looks darker when contrasted with her pale skin and green eyes.

Her costume consists of a sleek, black leather jacket that fits snugly, made from high-tech material to provide both flexibility and protection. The jacket has armored sections on the shoulders and forearms, offering additional protection while allowing for a full range of motion. Her legs are covered by fitted black pants made from a durable, flexible fabric, enabling her to move swiftly and efficiently .Her hands are covered by black gloves that extend slightly past the wrists, featuring reinforced knuckles for added striking power, while her feet are shod in sturdy black combat boots that rise to her mid-calf.

BRIEF Bio: Laura Cain was a clone of Dark Claw created by Benjamin Cain (David Cain + Bullseye). From a young age, she was trained to be an expert assassin with the sole purpose of one day finding and killing Dark Claw himself. Her youth was stunted, as she was cut off from the outside world by Cain, who only allowed her to meet others when absolutely necessary. She completed her first assassination at the age of eight and continued to work with and for her father until her teenage years, when Cain decided she was ready to go after Dark Claw.

The assassination attempt did not go as planned, and she was subdued by Dark Claw with minimal difficulty. Seeing that she was almost feral and resisted any methods he tried to use to calm her or extract information, Dark Claw placed her in Arkham Asylum for holding. Having been trained for this potential eventuality, Laura escaped with relative ease and set about her second assassination attempt. She skulked in the shadows, doing her best to track Dark Claw and contact her father, who had been surprisingly radio silent since her incarceration.

After a tough fight with Dark Claw, she discovered that her father had been left for dead in a rundown sewer and had gone into hiding to avoid capture. The feeling of being on her own for the first time in her life was as scary as it was liberating, but she couldn't help but feel a sense of loss and sadness after realizing her "father" did not care enough to ensure her safety.

Nevertheless, she was trained with one purpose, and subconsciously everything was telling her to fulfill it. Using expert tracking techniques, she managed to follow Dark Claw back to his manor, where she took him by surprise and attacked him, but was again defeated. After seeing the noticeable similarities in their innate powers, along with receiving encouragement from his butler, Logan realized there was more to Laura than met the eye and trapped her within his manor.

What followed was a great deal of time spent de-conditioning her from the psychological trauma and training Cain had put her through. It took a while, but eventually, Laura began to warm to the hodge-podge family that had formed under Dark Claw's watch. Sparrow was instrumental in this, being another girl around the same age as her. During this time, Laura also began to uncover memories of her early childhood, realizing that there was a part of her that longed for family and belonging, something she had never been allowed to experience under Cain's control.

Eventually, Laura felt she was old enough to go out on her own. Dark Claw, of course, kept tabs on her, but she was well and truly changed for the better and wanted to do good in the world...at least in her own strange way. This led to a few run-ins with another former student of Claw, Night Vision. They butted heads on a few occasions, disagreeing completely in their methods and even coming to blows at one point. Nevertheless, with encouragement from Claw, Night Vision persisted in attempting to get her to stop going at it completely lone wolf and join the Titan X team. She refused vehemently until Night Vision was instrumental in helping her take down the Hyena's girlfriend, Wild Thing. She realized his worth as a leader and grew a level of respect for him, tentatively joining Titan X for the time being.

Supporting cast/characters:
Dark Claw
Night Vision
Sparrow

Amalgam Universe Notes:

AMALGAM - Hour of X

@Omega Man Would this stll be able to be run with the current roster? I think we're all on the same team so far so might be possible with the smaller group?