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Should have a post up in the next few days. Some work travel held me up.
First Zatanna post is up.
Z A T A N N A
Z A T A N N A

Somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean
Now


The drone of the jet’s engines rumbles in my right ear, the one that just won’t pop, no matter how hard I try. I try my best to ignore it by reading the medical journal I brought with me, but all I’m doing is absentmindedly staring at the words on the page and not absorbing anything worth a damn. Not that I’d really be able to do any studying. Not at a time like this.

A face across the aisle turns to look at me. It’s the middle aged creeper I noticed slip off his wedding ring when I walked by after my last trip to the restroom. One of those finance assholes who thinks The Wolf of Wall Street is something to aspire to, not the morality tale it really is. Probably thinks he has a chance at the mile high club with the sweet college student. He has a better chance of flying after I toss him out an emergency exit like I’d preferred to do.

I take out my EarPods and ask, “Can I help you?”

He smiles, so proud of himself that I gave him the time of day, “Just wondering if you’ve ever been to London before, love?”

“Can’t say that I have,” I roll my eyes at the “love”.

“We’ll, if you could use a guide, I’d be more than happy to show you around town,” he smiles even wider, like a tiger who thinks he’s got a kill in front of him.

“Well, how would your wife feel about that?” I raise my eyebrow.

“I-uh-what are you talking abou-“

“My dad was a sleight of hand magician,” my smile is as condescending as I can manage. “You were as clumsy as an elephant in roller skates.”

He mumbles something that sounded an awful lot like “witch”, and I chuckle to myself and go back to my journal.

“Well done,” the older woman sitting next to me leans over with a warm smile. She’s giving off real grandma energy, and while I’d normally prefer not to talk to anyone on a plane, I respect it.

“Thanks, can’t stand that kind of guy. At least you probably didn’t have to deal with his kind back in the day, right?”

“On the contrary, there were probably more of him,” she sighed and cleans her glasses with her shirt. “And we couldn’t tell them off like you just did without being called some names.”

I give her a sympathetic look, “I get it, sister.”

She chuckles, “I couldn’t help but overhear that your father is a magician? Did you hear about what happened to that famous one from Vegas? Zoltan or something? Horrible, horrible business isn’t it. Had your father told you about that?”

“Yea,” my smile disappears very quickly. “Yea I heard about that.”
**********


Las Vegas
Two Weeks Ago


I sit in my father’s manager’s office, numb to the world. It was just yesterday I was woken up by a phone call from the Las Vegas PD telling me my father was missing and presumed dead. I jumped on a flight, and now I’m here. Of course, the story is already all over the news. TMZ was here almost immediately, and managed to get a picture of the dressing room he disappeared from. The blood and the occult symbols were already being plastered across every corner of the internet.

Brian Smith, my dad’s manager, looks worse than I do at this point. Probably didn’t sleep at all. I did, but mostly because I think I’m so numb to all this.

“So he didn’t tell you anything? That he was involved with anyone weird? Or being threatened by someone?” His hands are shaking as he picks the coffee cup up to his lips. “No stalkers or anything?”

“Not that he told me,” I shrug. “Was acting normally the last time we talked a few days ago. I take it you don’t know anything?”

He puts the cup down and puts his face in his hands, “Nothing.”

His one hand opens a drawer on his desk and slides an envelope over to me, “But he did give me this the morning before it happened. I didn’t think anything of it.”

The envelope has nothing on it but my name written in my dad’s handwriting. I open it to find an 8.5x11 piece of paper with just a few words written on it.

“Well?” Brian asks.

“All it says is ‘John Constantine. London.’ Any clue?”

“No,” he shakes his head. “But I can buy you a plane ticket.”

Z A T A N N A
Z A T A N N A

"Erif nrub, nordlauc elbbub!"
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
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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
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Zatanna Zatara
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Italian American | Medical Student
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Philadelphia | Pennsylvania | USA

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
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P O S T C A T A L O G
P O S T C A T A L O G
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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
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Zatanna, up until this point in her life, Zatanna never thought her father was anything more than a stage performer. A hugely successful stage performer, of course, but a performer none the less. Giovanni Zatara was the world’s preeminent illusionist, playing to sell out crowds for years, and managing a residency in Vegas. His daughter, meanwhile, traded in reality, as she saw it. She studied hard, and got into Penn Medical School, seeing all the craziness in the world and wanting to do something material to help out the normal people of the world.

But all that is going to be turned on its head as Zatara disappears and leaves a cryptic note for Zatanna as the only clue to unraveling the mystery. What follows will be an unraveling of reality and the opening of a greater world.

Am I crazy for doing an origin story? Maybe! But that’s what I’m doing!

P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S )
P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S )
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The magic side of the DC universe is something I’ve not really engaged with in these games much before, but I think it’s one of the most fascinating aspects of the universe, especially more so than Marvel’s mystic side. With Zatanna, I want to create a new mythology for the magic user, going into some more fantastical situations. I have a hankering to start a Justice League Dark-like situation, but with more of a BPRD-like feel than anything. But before that, I want to start with her discovering the world is even stranger than she already thought it was.

Apologies for the lateness in replying, but @HenryJonesJr's Zatanna and @DocTachyon's Wildcat are both...



Sweet, will have a post up in a day or two (I have DND prep to do, but after that should be good)
Zatanna sheet is basically done. I can go into more detail if needed.
WHATS UP NERDS

(Nowhere near done, but what the hell, lets get back on the horse)

Z A T A N N A
Z A T A N N A

"Erif nrub, nordlauc elbbub!"
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
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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
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Zatanna Zatara
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Italian American | Medical Student
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Philadelphia | Pennsylvania | USA

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
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P O S T C A T A L O G
P O S T C A T A L O G
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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
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Zatanna, up until this point in her life, Zatanna never thought her father was anything more than a stage performer. A hugely successful stage performer, of course, but a performer none the less. Giovanni Zatara was the world’s preeminent illusionist, playing to sell out crowds for years, and managing a residency in Vegas. His daughter, meanwhile, traded in reality, as she saw it. She studied hard, and got into Penn Medical School, seeing all the craziness in the world and wanting to do something material to help out the normal people of the world.

But all that is going to be turned on its head as Zatara disappears and leaves a cryptic note for Zatanna as the only clue to unraveling the mystery. What follows will be an unraveling of reality and the opening of a greater world.

Am I crazy for doing an origin story? Maybe! But that’s what I’m doing!

P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S )
P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S )
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The magic side of the DC universe is something I’ve not really engaged with in these games much before, but I think it’s one of the most fascinating aspects of the universe, especially more so than Marvel’s mystic side. With Zatanna, I want to create a new mythology for the magic user, going into some more fantastical situations. I have a hankering to start a Justice League Dark-like situation, but with more of a BPRD-like feel than anything. But before that, I want to start with her discovering the world is even stranger than she already thought it was.

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T P R O P O S A L
T E E N A G E
M U T A N T N I N J A T U R T L E S


L E O, R A P H, D O N N I E, M I K E Y N I N J A D I M E N S I O N X
C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:


"COWABUNGA!"

Character-wise, we're not looking at much different here. The boys will be the boys, Splinter will be Splinter, and the antagonists will be the antagonists. What changes is their setting and their progression as heroes. Here, instead of defeating Shredder and dealing with the fallout of the disintegration of the Foot in New York City, instead they find themselves transported to a strange, dangerous place with no way of knowing how to get home. Now they have to rely on their family and their skills to survive in...DIMENSION X.

P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ):

It's no secret that I've always loved writing the turtles, and this is a direction I've always wanted to take them in, but never got the chance to. Instead of starting where we all know, with the emergence and fighting Shredder, my story will start directly *after* the Shredder is defeated. During the conflict, the Turtles are hurtled through a portal and find themselves in Dimension X, a strange, alien place that will test them in ways they never would have imagined. I'm looking to do fun, pulp adventures with the boys out in space with the eventual goal for them to get back to New York and the world they were ripped from.

C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:

The Family
  • Leonardo - The leader of the team and the most disciplined fighter
  • Raphael - The hot head and the berserker
  • Donatello - The brains of the operation
  • Michelangelo - Party dude
  • Splinter - The brothers' father and mentor


The Aliens of Dimension X
  • Neutrinos - The indigenous people of Dimension X. Constantly fighting and surviving the wars of the Utroms and the Triceratons.
  • Utroms - The tyrannical and imperialistic power in Dimension X.
  • Triceratons - A warrior caste constantly in conflict with the Utroms.

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


New York City
1989


The energy swirled around the strange machine as if the Milky Way itself had been pulled from the heavens in a great spiral around them. Colors Leonardo had never seen flashed before his eyes in a maelstrom of light and energy. At its center was the strange, spherical contraption that Oroku Saki, the Shredder, had used his vast resources with the Foot to create. It looked like a set of magician’s rings that spun around one another at incredible speeds. Donatello said it was some sort of matter transporter. Leo didn’t know what that meant exactly, but he knew it couldn’t be good. Nothing Shredder did was good news, and this was his obsession, which meant it had to be worse than the rest.

Standing in front of the machine, with blade-adorned arms raised to the sky in a show of victory was the Shredder himself. Oroku Saki’s armor was gleaming as brightly as the air around him, the sharp angles of the blades shining like deadly moon beams. He looked at his creation without breaking line of sight. He was close. He didn’t think the Turtles and Splinter could stop him now.

But he would be wrong. Leo would make sure of that fact. If there was one thing the eldest turtle could never do, it was give up.

They had tracked the Foot’s secret project to this warehouse, and the four turtles and their father Splinter had launched a well planned assault, and had taken down countless of Shredder’s goons. But the machine had already been started when they reached the roof, and Saki had fought the five of them to a draw while it powered up. Now it was seemingly operational, as a great beam of light began to reach up from it to the sky.

Leonardo looked to his brother, Raphael, and made a twirl sign with his hand. Raph smiled, knowing exactly what Leo was calling for. The turtle in blue then made his way over to Donatello, and called out over the deafening sound of the machine, “Whatta think’ll happen if I jam that thing up!?”

“It’s hard to say!” Donnie looked worried. “Could result in a release of energy that could cause every atom in our body to explode at a subatomic level!”

“And the good outcome!?” Leo winced.

“That is the good outcome!” Don replied with a shrug. “But I don’t know if we have a choice!”

“My son!” Splinter placed his hand on Leo’s shoulder, “We must stop Saki! Whatever he has planned, it will mean the end of New York!”

Leo placed his hand on his father’s and nodded. It was time. It didn’t matter whether they lived or died, as long as they stopped Shredder for good.

He motioned for Raphael to execute the maneuver, and the largest and strongest of the turtles picked up the smallest, Michelangelo, who was standing next to him. The brash turtle yelled out, “Here comes the heat!”

Mikey ducked into his shell and Raphael spun and threw him at Shredder like the biggest frisbee in the world. The turtle flew through the air with surprising velocity, crashing into the Shredder and sending the ninja master sprawling to the ground, one of his gauntlets clanging to the rooftop in the process. Donnie, Raph, and Splinter ran to assist Mikey with their enemy, while Leo ran to the machine.

He drew his swords, ready to jam them into the mechanisms of the spinning contraption, but was amazed when he felt them being repelled by some unknown force. He tried his hardest to swing them down into the rings, but found himself unable to. He pressed against the force, but all he accomplished was having his swords ripped from his hands and flung back into the roof.

“Leo! Look out!” he heard Raph cry over the din of machinery.

He turned in time to dodge out of the way of Shredder’s blades, but still received a dizzying kick to his temple. The shot send stars cascading over his vision, and he fell back to the roof.

“Do you not see?” Saki motioned above, where the beam of light was becoming bigger. Leo could see odd shapes on the other side, like that of spaceships from Star Trek or Star Wars, stories he had come to love. “I have waited so long. But finally I can leave this world...but not before I make it suffer.”

The Shredder laughed as he loomed menacingly over Leo. This was the end, Leo knew. He would die here, a failure, at the hands of his greatest enemy. But that was when he noticed the metal gauntlet of the Shredder lying motionless near the machine, much closer than his swords had gotten. It was a curious thing, but he didn’t have time to consider why it was. It was an opportunity, and the only one they had.

He back away on his hands, feigning fear of the Shredder, “Please, Saki. Spare me. Clearly you’ve won. You’re the better ninja.”

“Of course I am,” Shredder gloated with a laugh as Leo snuck closer and closer to the gauntlet. “I am the most superior being on this world. None can compare to me, especially not freaks like you.”

Leo was close now. Only a few more feet, “That’s right. We’re nothing but mutants. Scum.”

“You are by products of our greatness,” Shredder laughed, raising his bladed fist for a killing blow. “And I should have never allowed for the accident that created you.”

That almost froze Leonardo in his tracks, but he felt himself bump into the gauntlet. With a quick twist, he rolled out of the way of Shredder’s blow and flicked the gauntlet into the base of the machine.

Everything that happened next felt like an eternity and an instant all in one. He heard the pained scream of the Shredder. He heard the calls of his family. The world in front of him exploded in a blinding white light. His limbs felt like they were being both stretched and compressed to their limits simultaneously. His body, though he was sure he was not moving, felt as if it was being thrown at a speed unknown to man.

And then, all faded to black.

**********


“Leo! Leo wake up!” he felt a strong hand shaking his shoulder. His eyes opened to Raphael standing over him, looking worried. “Phew, thought we had lost you there for a second.”

His eyes were adjusting to the light, probably still slightly damaged from the energy released by Shredder’s machine moments ago. He groggily asked, “What...what happened? Is New York okay? Did we stop the machine?”

A pregnant moment of silence hung in the air before Raphael sighed, “Well, do you want the good news, or the bad news?”

“Ugh,” Leo grunted. “The good news.”

“Well the good news is we definitely collapsed the Einstein-Rosen bridge that Shredder had...somehow created,” Donatello added in nervously. “How New York is doing? Well...that’s the bad news.”

“Oh no, what happened?” Leo asked as his vision began to rematerialize.

“Well that’s the thing, bro,” Mikey said as Leo’s vision returned completely and he gasped in amazement. The vista in front of him was completely alien. Orange sand dunes rolled out as far as he could see, like some sort of candy coated desert. Odd, white and maroon shrubs dotted the landscape, while dark blue grasses clung to some dunes. The sky was a hazy shade of pink, and the only thing that seemed normal was the singular sun in the sky and the wisps of white clouds. “Like, we’re not in Kansas anymore.”

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T P R O P O S A L
A Q U A M A N


A R T H U R C U R R Y P R I N C E I N E X I L E T H E S E V E N S E A S
C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:


"What affects the surface, affects Atlantis."

Aquaman. Much derided, not for unfair reasons most of the time. Still, the character has had a renaissance lately, even if I can't really stand the full-on surfer dude version Mamoa is going for. But my Arthur will be in exile from Atlantis, which is being ruled by his cousin Namor, who in turn is being manipulated against Arthur by Arthur's half-brother Orm. But Curry is more or less fine with not having to take on the duties of king, instead spending his time exploring the oceans and lending a hand on the surface when he thinks he's needed.

P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ):

As or right now my goal is to be a wandering hero lending a hand when needed in JL stories or someone else's stories should that make sense. I can see a struggle to save Atlantis happening at some point, but as of now Aquaman is a free agent character that I can use to interact with the rest of the game.

C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:

Atlantean Royal Family
  • Namor - Current king of Atlantis
  • Orm - Vizier of Atlantis, poisoning Namor's mind against his half brother Arthur
  • Atlanna - Arthur and Orm's mother
  • Vulko - Arthur's mentor and traveling partner
  • Mera - Arthur's betrothed

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