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One Universe: Unlimited - A Marvel/DC Comics Roleplay

And in case people don't like that first one...

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<sup>“There is no animal as dangerous as a wounded tiger.” - West Bengal Chief Minister Mamata Banerjee

"There is no client as scary as an innocent man." - Michael Connolly, The Lincoln Lawyer</sup>

Tawky Tawny started life as an ordinary tiger cub, in a jungle in South Asia. When he was still very young, his mother was killed by a big game hunter. The cub was found and befriended by a schoolteacher, and Mr. Tawny grew up in their house. After one year of elementary schooling functioning as something of a "class pet", Tawny had grown too big to be allowed inside the little schoolhouse in the jungle, but he remained something of a mascot, quietly sitting outside all day, as if listening, and schoolchildren would often ride and romp around the school on his back.

One day another tiger came to the area and killed some of the Natives, who blamed Mr. Tawny and beat a path to the school's door. Tawny escaped into the the jungle with the aid of the schoolteacher, where Captain Marvel overheard the commotion from flying above. Using the Wisdom of Solomon, Captain Marvel whisked the tiger away to the sanctuary of the Rock of Eternity, where he wished wished out loud that Tawny could talk. At that moment, the wizard Shazam announced that if it were truly required, such a wish could indeed be fulfilled, but that as with all things would come a price. With a bowl of liquid, a mystical serum for energizing an animal's brain and enabling it to use its vocal chords for speech. He placed it in front of Tawny, who lapped it up, and was now very pleased to find himself able to speak. Captain Marvel returned to the village with the tiger now able to provide his own defense. However, hearing a tiger claim he didn't kill and eat someone was evidently no more believable than if the tiger hadn't been able to speak in the first place. Mr Tawny was left with little recourse, he assured the villagers that he could find the one responsible for the deaths. His nose leading the way, Tawny tracked down the new tiger and fought him to submission. Tawny then pointed to the paw and track markings of the other tiger, which matched those left by the killer. The natives agreed that Tawny was innocent.

And summarily killed the other tiger with clubs and spears, right in front of Mr Tawny.

Mr Tawny decided at this point that this was bound to happen again, and that America seemed a far mre suitable for a civilised tiger, such as he.

One Captain Marvel flight later, and Mr Tawny was in Fawcett City, a fine location for a tiger trying to find his way. Assisting Captain Marvel in numerous ways, he became such a friend and revered member of 'The Marvel Family', that when he expressed disappointment in not being a U.S. Citizen, the Mayor of Fawcett City himself pulled strings to ensure that Tawky Tawny be allowed to sit for the citizenship test - passing it with flying colours.

When asked by the Mayor at his Citizenship ceremony, what he'd first like to do as an American citizen, he said he'd like to watch a baseball game with his good friend Captain Marvel and then get to work preparing to take the BAR exam.

For Mr Tawny had never forgotten that fear of persecution he experienced as a young tiger, years before.

Tawky Tawny had a specific set of skills, and a hunger for justice.

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Mr Tawky Tawny evaded persecution himself, and combined with seeing himself as a very sophisticated tiger, he has developed a newfound appreciation for the law since the magic of the wizard Shazam.

As for Detective Chimp's own motivations, in terms of why he chooses to work for Mr Tawny despite appearing to not like him very much... well, that will all come out in the wash.

We'll be telling legal fiction stories in a superhero setting with an 'odd couple' tiger and chimpanzee. I'm really not sure how much more selling this concept really needs.

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Detective Bobo T. Chimpanzee - Call him 'Detective Chimp', he is Mr Tawny's Private Investigator. He does not respond to his given name, and will use threats to fling something Mr Tawny really doesn't want to know about if this rule is broken. Drinks heavily. Smokes. Always takes off Veterans Day as a personal work holiday, where he goes drinking with someone called 'Rex the Wonderdog' according to his calendar. Once let slip about a place called the 'Bureau of Amplified Animals', but has never referred to it again and won't answer to questions about it. Is extremely cagey with his past, but incredibly competent at his job, if a little socially maladjusted towards Talky Tawny himself.


Mary Batson - Operates as Tawky Tawny's legal secretary both to help out their good friend and "because Gee Golly, I have to check out the big smoke!". The Superheroine who also turns into the female Captain Marvel upon speaking the name of the wizard Shazam, and is a somewhat naive, yet eager helper at Tawky Tawny's legal office.

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“No. It’s not a criminal offense… HOWEVER if you don’t pay your tickets, like I said before, they CAN issue a warrant for your arrest. You need to pay your tickets.” Mr Tawny said, leaning back in his chair.

“But I don’t want to.” His client folded her arms.

“You don’t want to go to court over this. Any judge who has to handle this in a court setting is already going to be irritated that it got this far.”

“I don’t care. How did they even know it was me?”

Tawky Tawny sighed deeply.

“Call it police intuition.” Detective Chimp called out, whilst sitting upside down emptying the contents of a flask into his mouth, balancing his deerstalker hat on one of his feet with his tail.

The client went to reply before Mr Tawny replied, “If you’ll forgive my Investigator’s abruptness, I believe he’s referring to the fact that there aren’t too many people using a literal rocket as their preferred mode of transport, even in Metropolis.”

Roxy Rocket pouted. “But it’s not even registered or insured to me…”

“Mmmm. Didn’t hear that.” Mr Tawny muttered, swiveling his chair and fiddling with the blinds.

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Posts pending.

One Universe: Unlimited - A Marvel/DC Comics Roleplay

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<sup>“It is not power that corrupts but fear. Fear of losing power corrupts those who wield it and fear of the scourge of power corrupts those who are subject to it.”
- Aung San Suu Kyi, Freedom from Fear</sup>

Hal Jordan, a test pilot for Ferris Aircraft fulfilling a defense contract in it's production of the latest in hightech aircraft, was in his mid-twenties when he experienced the moment that changed his life.

An Unidentified Flying Object, approximated to be the size of a marble, repeatedly peppered his aircraft as he attempted a number of complex manouevres in the test phase. Forced into an emergency landing out on the Bonneville Saltflats.

Unreported, as he jumped from the cockpit, he discovered that the U.F.O had been a green ring of some description. Picking the ring up to inspect it, it rapidly transported him to a location where he discovered a wrecked craft along with a dying alien lifeform going by the name Abin Sur.

Abin Sur survived long enough to explain that within the ship was a Lantern which powered the ring, with the recitation of the oath all Officers of the Green Lantern Corps receive. And a warning... that with light, comes shadows. That nothing creates the shadow of corruption like Fear, and that the Corps itself had become rife with these problems. It had lead to Abin Sur's demise.

He donned the ring and found new purpose.

Basic training he met Kilowog. The Drill Sargent who's character was beyond reproach. But upon graduation, he found that few had maintained the moral standards that Kilowog had instilled. It seemed, in fact, that Kilowog had been put in his role as trainer due to his "difficulty to go along to get along" with other Green Lanterns out in the line of "service".

Hal found corruption and grift everywhere. The Corps had long developed a reputation amongst the universe as being the law, but they had lost the universe's trust. Few would request the intervention of Green Lanterns, and most would seem apprehensive when Green Lantern presence was known - too many Corpsmen charging protection and accepting/expecting kickbacks.

But Hal was always an idealist. Always a romantic. Ever since it was instilled in him as a child by his father, and the messages Kilowog delivered still rang true. If he were going to be a space cop, he was going to do it clean. And if the system in play wouldn't accept it, then he'd have to clean up the system as he existed.

Becoming despised and distrusted by most of his fellow Corpsmen, the Green Lantern of Sector 2814, is intent on shining light on the corruption. For those who worship Evil's might, whether they wear a ring or not... will learn to beware his power, and scurry from this Green Lantern's light.

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Hal is intent on cleaning up the Green Lantern Corps and being the best damn space cop he can be. This is not the same brash, cocky cardboard cutout Hal we're used to though.

This Hal KNOWS how dirty the Corps has become, and the reputation the Corps has developed over time. He also knows the corps is far bigger than just him. He's doing his damnedest to do things by the book. He can't just throw himself into cutting down huge swaths of dirty space cops... he's Gordon in Gotham. He's discovering corruption in a system that the Guardians of the Universe could not believe has been corrupted - mainly due to ego - so he's taking down individual dirty space cops and addressing it where he can see it in a force that spans some 3,600 sectors.

That said, he's not some Internal Affairs equivalent Green Lantern... he's the Green Lantern of Sector 2,814, and as such his only interaction with other space cops, clean or dirty, are cross-jurisdictional situations - where according to Corps mandate both GL's are to work such cases to a conclusion.

As for my own motivations and reason for pitching this version.

Well, confession time...

First, if I had to write regular comics' Hal Jordan for a month or two I would probably shoot myself in the face.

And second, someone might've discovered this green and yellow Serpico picture and worked backwards from there...

That said, I like the thought of the far-reaching universal police force being rife with corruption, and the ways that might re-shape and affect the cosmic side of such a game. Makes the Ravagers and Guardians of the Galaxy make a bit more sense in relief - "What do you guys stand for?" "Well... not THAT!". Perhaps the Nova Corps could be some effort on the part of another segment of the universe to come up with an alternative to justice than these bent space cops, who everyone but the Guardians can see is crooked?

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Hal Jordan - Green Lantern of Sector 2,814 - Has a strange tendency to operate in plain clothes/undercover, will often use the ring to take the form of local green life forms, if any are regionally appropriate. Cautious planner, but very brave in willingness to put himself at the center of high danger situations in the attempt to uncover cosmic level crimes. He seems "distant" to most other Green Lanterns, because of the nature of the job and the trust issues he's developed along the way. Amongst Earth based heroes (like the Justice League and Avengers) he seems "distant" due to his experiences which see the Earth as just one world in a universe spanning 3,600 sectors, albeit one world over which he has considerable sentimentality.

Kilowog - Personal Trainer / Drill Sargent to New Recruits - Still keeps contact with Green Lantern Jordan. Somewhat rare as most have viewed maintaining ties with the Bolovaxian to be adverse to advancement. In a universe where so few can be trusted, Kilowog has always remained a treasured friend to Hal within the Corps.

Carol Ferris - CEO Of Ferris Aircraft and new commercial airline Ferris Air - Former lovers, current friends, one of the few people on Earth who knows anything about the Green Lanterns and their role in the greater universe. Close confidant to Hal, just as Kilowog anchors him with perspective from within the GL universe, Carol keeps him grounded with his humanity and the perspective of home.

The Guardians of the Universe - Old when the universe was young, these founders of the Green Lantern Corps are not without considerable ego. They created the Lanterns as their second attempt to bring justice and order to a disorderly universe eons ago and due to the length of time that the Lanterns have shown to be relatively successful they struggle to see flaws in the current status quo.

The Living Tribunal - The Living Tribunal remains the best, albeit final, recourse for high-level questions of justice throughout the known universe. It deals with matters of high-level cosmic importance. As yet no incident has been "overturned upon appeal" after intervention of The Living Tribunal...

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Patience.

It’s often a lost art in the Corps. The Rings navigate, so more often than not your average Green Lantern corps member will travel at top speed and let the most powerful weapon in the cosmos do its thing. The rings target the willful, so often most Green Lantern’s will move first with blunt force and let the ring cover any shortcomings.

It’s almost like they’ve never sat on a tarmac whilst mechanics make the preliminary modifications they’ve recommended.

A lot can be learned from sitting back and waiting. If Hal were honest he didn’t particularly like it either. It didn’t FEEL natural. But he’d long had the benefits instilled in him regardless.

<“Alms..?”> A hollow coin rattled. A vestigial limb waved in tired appreciation.

Aphalaxia IV. A poor world which was moving towards isolationism. Well… global election pending, but the trends were certainly there. Hard to argue with their decision there either. They’d been exploited by every single interplanetary relationship, and certainly by the Green Lantern Corps. Aphalaxia IV was on the boundary between 4 different Green Lantern sectors, and due to it’s circumtriple orbit of three different stars, it had found itself paying protection money to multiple Green Lanterns.

The carcass had been picked clean.

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Posts pending.

Hound's Wacky Shack of Miscellaneous Clap-Trap

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<sup>“It is not power that corrupts but fear. Fear of losing power corrupts those who wield it and fear of the scourge of power corrupts those who are subject to it.”
- Aung San Suu Kyi, Freedom from Fear</sup>

Hal Jordan, a test pilot for Ferris Aircraft fulfilling a defense contract in it's production of the latest in hightech aircraft, was in his mid-twenties when he experienced the moment that changed his life.

An Unidentified Flying Object, approximated to be the size of a marble, repeatedly peppered his aircraft as he attempted a number of complex manouevres in the test phase. Forced into an emergency landing out on the Bonneville Saltflats.

Unreported, as he jumped from the cockpit, he discovered that the U.F.O had been a green ring of some description. Picking the ring up to inspect it, it rapidly transported him to a location where he discovered a wrecked craft along with a dying alien lifeform going by the name Abin Sur.

Abin Sur survived long enough to explain that within the ship was a Lantern which powered the ring, with the recitation of the oath all Officers of the Green Lantern Corps receive. And a warning... that with light, comes shadows. That nothing creates the shadow of corruption like Fear, and that the Corps itself had become rife with these problems. It had lead to Abin Sur's demise.

He donned the ring and found new purpose.

Basic training he met Kilowog. The Drill Sargent who's character was beyond reproach. But upon graduation, he found that few had maintained the moral standards that Kilowog had instilled. It seemed, in fact, that Kilowog had been put in his role as trainer due to his "difficulty to go along to get along" with other Green Lanterns out in the line of "service".

Hal found corruption and grift everywhere. The Corps had long developed a reputation amongst the universe as being the law, but they had lost the universe's trust. Few would request the intervention of Green Lanterns, and most would seem apprehensive when Green Lantern presence was known - too many Corpsmen charging protection and accepting/expecting kickbacks.

But Hal was always an idealist. Always a romantic. Ever since it was instilled in him as a child by his father, and the messages Kilowog delivered still rang true. If he were going to be a space cop, he was going to do it clean. And if the system in play wouldn't accept it, then he'd have to clean up the system as he existed.

Becoming despised and distrusted by most of his fellow Corpsmen, the Green Lantern of Sector 2814, is intent on shining light on the corruption. For those who worship Evil's might, whether they wear a ring or not... will learn to beware his power, and scurry from this Green Lantern's light.

C H A R A C T E R M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S:

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Hal is intent on cleaning up the Green Lantern Corps and being the best damn space cop he can be. This is not the same brash, cocky cardboard cutout Hal we're used to though.

This Hal KNOWS how dirty the Corps has become, and the reputation the Corps has developed over time. He also knows the corps is far bigger than just him. He's doing his damnedest to do things by the book. He can't just throw himself into cutting down huge swaths of dirty space cops... he's Gordon in Gotham. He's discovering corruption in a system that the Guardians of the Universe could not believe has been corrupted - mainly due to ego - so he's taking down individual dirty space cops and addressing it where he can see it in a force that spans some 3,600 sectors.

That said, he's not some Internal Affairs equivalent Green Lantern... he's the Green Lantern of Sector 2,814, and as such his only interaction with other space cops, clean or dirty, are cross-jurisdictional situations - where according to Corps mandate both GL's are to work such cases to a conclusion.

As for my own motivations and reason for pitching this version.

Well, confession time...

First, if I had to write regular comics' Hal Jordan for a month or two I would probably shoot myself in the face.

And second, someone might've discovered this green and yellow Serpico picture and worked backwards from there...

That said, I like the thought of the far-reaching universal police force being rife with corruption, and the ways that might re-shape and affect the cosmic side of such a game. Makes the Ravagers and Guardians of the Galaxy make a bit more sense in relief - "What do you guys stand for?" "Well... not THAT!". Perhaps the Nova Corps could be some effort on the part of another segment of the universe to come up with an alternative to justice than these bent space cops, who everyone but the Guardians can see is crooked?

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

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Hal Jordan - Green Lantern of Sector 2,814 - Has a strange tendency to operate in plain clothes/undercover, will often use the ring to take the form of local green life forms, if any are regionally appropriate. Cautious planner, but very brave in willingness to put himself at the center of high danger situations in the attempt to uncover cosmic level crimes. He seems "distant" to most other Green Lanterns, because of the nature of the job and the trust issues he's developed along the way. Amongst Earth based heroes (like the Justice League and Avengers) he seems "distant" due to his experiences which see the Earth as just one world in a universe spanning 3,600 sectors, albeit one world over which he has considerable sentimentality.

Kilowog - Personal Trainer / Drill Sargent to New Recruits - Still keeps contact with Green Lantern Jordan. Somewhat rare as most have viewed maintaining ties with the Bolovaxian to be adverse to advancement. In a universe where so few can be trusted, Kilowog has always remained a treasured friend to Hal within the Corps.

Carol Ferris - CEO Of Ferris Aircraft and new commercial airline Ferris Air - Former lovers, current friends, one of the few people on Earth who knows anything about the Green Lanterns and their role in the greater universe. Close confidant to Hal, just as Kilowog anchors him with perspective from within the GL universe, Carol keeps him grounded with his humanity and the perspective of home.

The Guardians of the Universe - Old when the universe was young, these founders of the Green Lantern Corps are not without considerable ego. They created the Lanterns as their second attempt to bring justice and order to a disorderly universe eons ago and due to the length of time that the Lanterns have shown to be relatively successful they struggle to see flaws in the current status quo.

The Living Tribunal - The Living Tribunal remains the best, albeit final, recourse for high-level questions of justive throughout the known universe. It deals with matters of high-level cosmic importance. As yet no incident has been "overturned upon appeal" after intervention of The Living Tribunal...

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Work In Progress.

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<sup>“There is no animal as dangerous as a wounded tiger.” - West Bengal Chief Minister Mamata Banerjee

"There is no client as scary as an innocent man." - Michael Connolly, The Lincoln Lawyer</sup>

Tawky Tawny started life as an ordinary tiger cub, in a jungle in South Asia. When he was still very young, his mother was killed by a big game hunter. The cub was found and befriended by a schoolteacher, and Mr. Tawny grew up in their house. After one year of elementary schooling functioning as something of a "class pet", Tawny had grown too big to be allowed inside the little schoolhouse in the jungle, but he remained something of a mascot, quietly sitting outside all day, as if listening, and schoolchildren would often ride and romp around the school on his back.

One day another tiger came to the area and killed some of the Natives, who blamed Mr. Tawny and beat a path to the school's door. Tawny escaped into the the jungle with the aid of the schoolteacher, where Captain Marvel overheard the commotion from flying above. Using the Wisdom of Solomon, Captain Marvel whisked the tiger away to the sanctuary of the Rock of Eternity, where he wished wished out loud that Tawny could talk. At that moment, the wizard Shazam announced that if it were truly required, such a wish could indeed be fulfilled, but that as with all things would come a price. With a bowl of liquid, a mystical serum for energizing an animal's brain and enabling it to use its vocal chords for speech. He placed it in front of Tawny, who lapped it up, and was now very pleased to find himself able to speak. Captain Marvel returned to the village with the tiger now able to provide his own defense. However, hearing a tiger claim he didn't kill and eat someone was evidently no more believable than if the tiger hadn't been able to speak in the first place. Mr Tawny was left with little recourse, he assured the villagers that he could find the one responsible for the deaths. His nose leading the way, Tawny tracked down the new tiger and fought him to submission. Tawny then pointed to the paw and track markings of the other tiger, which matched those left by the killer. The natives agreed that Tawny was innocent.

And summarily killed the other tiger with clubs and spears, right in front of Mr Tawny.

Mr Tawny decided at this point that this was bound to happen again, and that America seemed a far mre suitable for a civilised tiger, such as he.

One Captain Marvel flight later, and Mr Tawny was in Fawcett City, a fine location for a tiger trying to find his way. Assisting Captain Marvel in numerous ways, he became such a friend and revered member of 'The Marvel Family', that when he expressed disappointment in not being a U.S. Citizen, the Mayor of Fawcett City himself pulled strings to ensure that Tawky Tawny be allowed to sit for the citizenship test - passing it with flying colours.

When asked by the Mayor at his Citizenship ceremony, what he'd first like to do as an American citizen, he said he'd like to watch a baseball game with his good friend Captain Marvel and then get to work preparing to take the BAR exam.

For Mr Tawny had never forgotten that fear of persecution he experienced as a young tiger, years before.

Tawky Tawny had a specific set of skills, and a hunger for justice.

C H A R A C T E R M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S:

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Mr Tawky Tawny evaded persecution himself, and combined with seeing himself as a very sophisticated tiger, he has developed a newfound appreciation for the law since the magic of the wizard Shazam.

As for Detective Chimp's own motivations, in terms of why he chooses to work for Mr Tawny despite appearing to not like him very much... well, that will all come out in the wash.

We'll be telling legal fiction stories in a superhero setting with a tiger and chimpanzee. I'm really not sure how much more selling this concept really needs.

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

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Detective Bobo T. Chimpanzee - Call him 'Detective Chimp', he is Mr Tawny's Private Investigator. He does not respond to his given name, and will use threats to fling something Mr Tawny really doesn't want to know about if this rule is broken. Drinks heavily. Smokes. Always takes off Veterans Day as a personal work holiday, where he goes drinking with someone called 'Rex the Wonderdog' according to his calendar. Once let slip about a place called the 'Bureau of Amplified Animals', but has never referred to it again and won't answer to questions about it. Is extremely cagey with his past, but incredibly competent at his job, if a little socially maladjusted towards Talky Tawny himself.


Mary Batson - Operates as Tawky Tawny's legal secretary both to help out their good friend and "because Gee Golly, I have to check out the big smoke!". The Superheroine who also turns into the female Captain Marvel upon speaking the name of the wizard Shazam, and is a somewhat naive, yet eager helper at Tawky Tawny's legal office.

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Work In Progress.

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Posts pending.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 3- Shattered Dimensions

Dennis' flight jacket rippled, completely unprotected from the open air. The old pilot's mask and goggles he generally didn't bother to wear, were now taking a battering from this flight. The gravity rod, unlike the Golden rod, did nothing to reduce gusts or windshear. The young man was having his most harrowing flight since his first, and it was one of the few parts of the job he normally enjoyed.

Bug remnants were splattered across the lower half of his face, as he fought the wind to keep his mouth closed. His eyes were pried wide, as if to ensure he didn't miss any part of the movie of his life as it rapidly flashed before them, but moreso to prevent that event from actually occurring.

But none of that mattered. All that DID matter was getting to his grandfather before it was too late.

There was only room for one family member to be making stupid decisions, and apparently with Dennis having passed out his grandfather had stepped up into the role and grabbed it with both hands.

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Alan and Keelan circled, Keelan fired a blast from his rod, which Alan parried effortlessly, and countered with a construct - a giant hand, swinging a swift backhand across the Admiral's face. Causing him to backpedal a few steps in shock.

"I think we both know what kind of fight this will be." The old man said with a smirk.

"I've been wearing this getup for the better part of a century. You think I haven't seen every kind of ray gun, firearm and energy blast by now? You think that's how you're going to take me down? I thought you were watching me with this thing?"

Keelan wiped a small trickle of discoloured blood from his lip, with a dark smile.

Suddenly the Admiral brought an alien creature to bear in construct form, a large beast with three eyes and sharp claws, which the Aquilifer had never seen before. He quickly countered through reflex with a large polar bear, which grappled the beast and slowed it's attack, barely sure of how he did it himself.

"Ah. The beast you used to counter that foolish costumed hack - what was his name..? - Jack Frost..?"

Keelan called off the alien, and returned to circling with a glower.

"Indeed, we have been watching. Did any of those petty fools realise you were only using them as practice for when this day should finally come?"

The veil of Alan's stern heroic visage finally lifted enough to allow a smile through. They still didn't understand.

He drew the Golden rod forth and sent two saw blades slicing through the air towards the enemy combatant. Keelan deflected the pair with a kind of plough, or cow-catcher design that remained true to the designs of their small one pilot fighter-craft.

"From when you fought the 'Lumberjack'. You really are nothing more than the sum of your experiences. No new ideas in quite some time. Is that an effect the aging process has on your kind?"

"Yes. Your own counter was the pinnacle of innovation and had nothing whatsoever to do with your own personal experiences." Alan's reply dripped of sarcasm as his brow did with perspiration as the physical exertion was starting to take effect. The heroic facade he'd so long cultivated and looked to project cracking like a broken pane of glass.

Keelan replied with a swarm of bird-sized insects from a distant long-ago murdered world. Alan bottled them with some effort with his own construct, before shaking them into a frenzy and hurling them back. The Admiral threw up a quick shield to protect himself, but missed the Aquilifer's true intention. They buzzed through the holes his previous buzzsaws created in the hull, and following shrieks from his fellow Arlaeekans the ship lurched to one-side, throwing Keelan off balance.

The Aquilifer seized the advantage, throwing blasts and a massive construct boxing glove, which the Admiral could barely slip and offer up any kind of solid defense against. Alan panted from the sustained effort, and was about to bring down a solid rock, not dissimilar to those he clamboured over when hiking the day he found the Golden Rod almost a hundred years ago. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a flash of movement from his grandson. His heart seized under the weight of the stone he'd conjured as he was about to drop it.

It was all his opponent needed. A sudden spear of hard light was fired by the fallen Admiral and skewered the old man to the ceiling, where he barely got out a grunt in agony, before the spear was removed leaving the Aquilifer to drop to the floor, the Golden rod spilling from his hand.

Dennis screamed. His scream drowned out all thought. All the doubts. All the anxieties. He held a palm out and the Golden Rod came to his hand.

His scream turned from terror to rage, and with a single shot he fired a wide burst from the rod, driving the Admiral, hiding out of desperation behind his rapidly raised shield, from the deck. The sudden shift from technical, finesse-based construct battle to crude blast-based brutality catching the Arlaaekan Admiral by surprise.

_"Dennis..?"

The younger man rushed to his grandfather's side.

_{"It's-- It's attuned to you. That should have taken years..."}

"It's okay grampa, I'm here..."

_{"It's alright... he still hasn't realised why-- why we..."} A smile curled across Alan's face as he sighed a half-lung exhalation,

The old man reached out a withered hand and Dennis it was like a veil had lifted and Dennis finally saw how age had affected the old man, he'd never seen him appear so vulnerable before. He briefly winced in pain, before continuing to extend his hand. A man who could raise such fear and respect from him all his life, reaching out with a hand which he now saw had such weathered, papery skin.

Dennis went to meet his hand, and then, with a second's consideration, reached out to him with the Golden Rod. He took it, this object which had shaped so much of his life. So much of this world's last hundred years. And held it to his chest, with Dennis still maintaining his grip. He hugged it to the older man, and felt his last few breaths - the older man smiled, almost in relief, and that smile would never leave his face as everything else which made him the man he was left this mortal coil.

Dennis took a few moments, tears streaming down his face, to hold and hug his grandfather before the sound of boots snapped him back to reality. With his off-hand he wiped them from his eyes to clear his vision, and pried the Golden Rod from Alan's grip. He pocketed the gravity rod within the inner fold of his flight jacket and reaching around his grandfather with an arm to hold thim in place, he created a surrounding spherical energy shield and started to float back out of the hole in the outer hull, which he had flown in through in the first place. Energy blasts frazzled impotently against the shield as the pair drifted out of the ship and onto the roof of a nearby building.

The Admiral rushed back through one of the hole's torn into the inner hull, and barked a demand at the younger Aquilifer. He still wanted his spoils of war. He demanded the Rod.

"You dishonour your grandfather! If you flee from here with that rod, you will be in breach of our gentleman's agreement! I will no longer protect you! You will be pursued and torn, from whatever hole in this globe you try to hide in! There will be no safe--"

The audacity of this tiny teal man - so small before the power he now held, one who killed his grandfather, no less - to suggest that he had been willing to do any kind of favour for the old man, proved too much for Dennis to bear. With rage in his heart, throbbing through the fist that clenched the Golden Rod, and through a contorted face that so seldom carried such weight of emotion, an explosion of energy burst forth.

With barely a thought for control, Dennis had created a colossal eagle, surrounding the energy orb which held his grandfather and himself, perched on the building's roof with massive talons. A caw, coinciding with a scream of rage from the younger man, as it's beak seized the DoomSpear and shook it, before tossing it down to the ground. It fluffed it's wings after, briefly extending over fifty yards in either direction, and then dissipated into countless floating energy embers of golden light.

Dennis collapsed once more from the exertion, and hugged the body of his grandfather, but by now the man who had done so much to raise him was long gone.

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Alan Coghlan fell from the darkness of our existence with a thud. But he got back to his feet easily, because there was no pain in this place. A long corridor with a bright white light beckoned him. A familiar warm voice called him homewards.

"It's been so long, Alan. But finally, we can rest. It's finally our time."

"Margie--?"

Alan barely trudging at first, stepped forward towards the light. His strides getting longer, more sure as he began the long walk home, down the corridor of light.

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He looked up at the monitors. Wrinkled hands wrung fingers and wrists at the tension as he considered what the displays were telling him.

The fate of the world. And he was retired, with his biggest concern being making sure the bins got to the curb and the manicured state of the front lawn only days before.

The fate of the world left to the hands of one man. It both shouldn't be... but somehow always was.

One hand returned to his face, as he rubbed his jaw pensively.

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Inside the ship, the metal was foreign and seemed to be galvinised in some strange way that made all the surfaces shiny, but tacky to his gloved touch. Not that that surprised him, nor should it have. Alien ship used unrecognisable material. Stop the presses.

Oh.

Speaking of non-surprises...

A chorus of blasts from energy weapons surged towards him as he darted for cover around a console adorned with flickering lights.

<"Throw down your arms and come out or we will shoot you. You are significantly outnumbered.">

The Vigilante exhaled a sigh deeply, which came out in the form of a growl through his voice modulator. The inevitability of contact making it no less frustrating when it came.

His heart rate slowed once more to a crawl as he prepared himself. A wry grin crossed his face as a thought flickered through his mind.

"No habla invasive scumbag. I am just a tourist on your strange cruise liner. Que camino a la discoteca?"

Arlaaekan soldiers stood around confused. They had translation implants - the benefit of pre-scouting the region with the rods - which provided translation in between the twenty most used languages on Earth, but it struggled when known languages were blended... or badly butchered, as was the Vigilante's ability to speak most languages other than english.

A sergeant looked to take control of the situation and it's growing confusion. "Por... favor... repit--olo. Por favor... repitolo. Please... repeat. Nosotros estamos tratando de entender... We... are trying to understand."

A sudden blast took out much of the ambient lighting, casting the aliens into shadow. They scrambled, struggling to identify one another in close quarters and anticipating a fire fight. One of the Arlaaekans broke ceasefire, which caused more blasting in response. Before the scene settled three were grounded, smouldering from friendly fire.

Some kind of object could be heard sliding towards them, and from the darkness they once more heard the mechanical growl of the Vigilante's voice modulator.

"Forget the discoteca. We'll dance here and now."

The flashbang erupted with light, blinding the alien soldiers with knowledge.

In that instant they discovered who they were dealing with.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the ship, a path was being cut through the Doomspear's other soldier forces by an elderly man wearing a now sagging superhero suit of primary colours, adorned with a large golden eagle. Alan Coghlan nudged his spectacles back up his nose and paid mind to his breathing and the heart which was pounding within his chest.

"Don't overexert yourself, old man. Not today. Not now. There's too much at stake."

A beam fired from the golden rod cut through the Doomspear's hull and burst into the night, providing a quick moment of rewarded faith for anyone looking on at the terrifying weapon from outside. This was followed by a half dozen Arlaaekan soldiers being pushed out to fall to the street below by another construct, carefully made in accordance to the master rod-wielder's will.

He found himself somewhat surprised at the limited response from the military on-board the ship. He'd seen thousands of wars like this one and was well versed in the kind of personnel different craft carried. They seemed to be holding back for some reason. A new weapon they were drawing him in for?

The aged Aquilifer furrowed his wrinkled brow.

Little did he know the Vigilante was dispatching his own fair share of the armed Arlaaekans elsewhere, the pair dividing the Doomspear's fighting force, as they fought their way closer to a meeting point.

In his executive quarters, Admiral Keelan straightened his suit and checked the polish on his finery, a satisfied smirk upon his teal face.

For the illustrious moment he had selected one of the older rods from his quarters, which he had seized from one of his earliest conquests. After some brief calculation he felt fairly certain this world's rod wielder should have seen the battle which saw his victory and capture of the spoils of war. If nothing else it may provide a brief glimmer of psychological advantage... for this one's part in witnessing the inevitable.

These were the moments he lived for.

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These were the moments he lived for.

The rhythmic pummeling of his fist into the bone and cartilege of the last Arlaaekan soldier. He kept wailing even after the invader fell. Black-green spray marking a point of difference from the usual sanguine splashback.

Far ahead, but closing fast he heard the shrill sound of another alien blast, from further within the depths of the ship. He scrambled for cover once more.

More blasts echoed down the passageways, before eerie silence, penetrated only by a strange new alien sound.

The Vigilante angled from cover and discovered what it was, with another sigh. This time in relief. It was the original Aquilifer. The old man floating slowly, but purposely through the deck in a protective hard-light bubble shield.

"You're lucky I realised it was you. I was about to give you more than you could handle."

The old man turned his head sharply in surprise at his sudden appearance, before relief and a smile crossed his face.

The ones in black... always playing in the shadows.

"I'm sure you were." The old rod wielder said with a chuckle that the Vigilante found to be oddly short of actual warmth.

Is he-- Is he playing a role..? His voice, his mannerisms... he's changed everything from the old man I met in his house.

The Vigilante's face screwed up in consternation, hidden well behind the balaklava. But before he could probe the elder hero for an answer to his questions, a bulkhead door opened and an officious voice broke his efforts. In overly crisp, learned english, but with an accent all his own.

"I think not." A polished boot emphatically touched down on their deck, followed by the rest of Admiral Keelan from the shadows, his officer's suit buffed to a sheen. "I have come to take everything; That which you freely gave as well as the power which was loaned to you. The term of our agreement has conclude." A wicked glower crossed his face. He was enjoying this. So seldom does one get to face the man who sold a world.

A shiver ran down Alan Coghlan's spine as he saw what Keelan held. One of the rods taken from a conquored world. He'd seen so many flicker across his vision in that desolate place which changed his life, he couldn't even place which rod or which world it was. And that made it worse. Staring down the face of what seemed fated.

Keelan's rod glowed bright, and seemed to pulsate with the power, will and intent of a driven man.

The Vigilante took one look across at the old Aquilifer and took a measure of the man. Seemingly staggered and frozen by this Arlaaekan officer's appearance.

"Were you aware your compatriot sold your world, sold you, for a brief glimmer of power?"

Frozen. Guess I'd better unfreeze him. Moving first against a man with the power to take a world.

"...Tuesday." He uttered. Confusion seemed to cross the Admiral's face, until a flash of bright white teeth flickered from his balaklava in a leer as he moved almost as fast.

He drew nightsticks from his pack and swatted at the rod, he managed to connect, but not firmly enough to knock it from the Arlaaekan's clenched fist.

"I've fought demons rising from Hell, I've bested a literal god. A GOD! And I'm booked in to take out something which is planning to devour the goddamn multiverse! Alien shit-prick with designs on the Earth..? You're a sneaky Tuesday appointment at 11:45! I'm in-and-out and off to an early lunch in five minutes!"

The Vigilante tried his best to wrestle the rod to directions it could do no harm, pincering it with the two nightsticks and anchoring it to the floor with help from the gravity gauntlets. Pausing briefly he elbowed the Admiral in the teeth, with what little purchase he could get. The Admiral's alien physiology had raw strength on him, for all his toys and tricks.

"Of course if you want to BLOODY CHIME IN AT ANY POINT, YOU OLD BASTARD, you're welcome to it!" He yelled out to the Aquilifer, who until now was still frozen in place.

Alan was about to seize the advantage when Keelan kneed the Vigilante in the chest, pushed him off and aimed the Off-World Rod at his head, before holding up a remote with his other hand and pressing a button which projected a hologram next to the trio.

The hologram was of the Earth entire, which then rotated and zoomed in, rotated and zoomed in, rotated and zoomed in... until it showed an overhead image of a colossal matte black spire standing over Lost Haven.

"I trust you know what that is?" Keelan said to the Rod-Wielder. To his surprise, the response came from both Earth-men simultaneously.

"Yes." Both men sighed, feeling the full weight of the Purifier's presence.

"There's no-one else there." He said gently. "Is that realtime?"

"Yes." Keelan lied.

"Go." The Aquilifer said. His voice full of starch.

"Are you sure?" The Vigilante was hesitant. There was a play here, and he wasn't sure of exactly what it was. The world was in peril... It was in peril OUT THERE. One man, even a high-ranking officer in war-time couldn't countenance that.

"It's fine. I can take him. I've been using this thing since he was in diapers." For some reason Keelan's glower widened with curiosity at this comment.

The Vigilante picked up on deceit within the comment, but its cause was unclear and ambiguous. The former hero was a bad liar. But it wasn't a statement said without some level of confidence.

And time was running out.

"I'll save the world. You stomp his face in." He growled.

The Aquilifer smiled, as the pair of cross-generational heroes were finally on the same page. He turned and with one blast from the Golden Rod bore a hole clear through the side of the ship. A strong breeze rippled Alan's sagging suit, but he didn't feel frail and small within it anymore. In fact he felt better than he had in years.

The Vigilante fired a grapple line out to a rooftop far below, and with a short salute left the pair of Rod Wielders to their own fight.

"In-ter-esting..." The Admiral harmonised. "You just lied to him. You know as well as I do my people live longer than yours. Even with whatever mysterious solution you have found to stave off death, you know I'm older than you and have been doing this far longer.

"And you lied to him as well. You know as well as I do that that hologram you showed him isn't live. There'd already be other heroes there. At a minimum Icon. Let me guess; Iron Knight? The Earth's Avatar? How many more?"

The Rod Wielders began circling each other menacingly. Alan's breath and heart rate fell as steady as a far younger man's.

"Even more interesting. That you knew all that and let him believe otherwise. I'M an enemy combatant, but you... you're supposed to be a hero to these people. Why would you do that?"

"For the same reason you did." With a slight effort the Golden Rod began to glow menacingly, as the wind blew through the ship and rippled his costume.

"This right here, isn't their fight. Any of them."

"Good. I'm glad to see we see things the same way." Keelan lit up his own Rod, and the leer on his face widened. Dark pleasure that he had found an opponent who truly knew the score. The chivalry of the combat. "In fact, out of respect, if you lose honourably here today... if your Rod joins my number in valour. I'll see to it that your progeny meets a swift end at the conclusion like the rest of the cattle. I won't seek him out before his time, like so many members of royal families' have in incursions past."

Keelan truly meant it as a positive gesture, despite how horrific the threat was implied. And the Aquilifer could tell it was meant to be a courtesy.

But the darkness of which only further steeled his resolve.

"I appreciate it." He lied one final time, through gritted teeth as the Golden Rod's glow grew blindingly bright. He unleashed a blast from the cover of it's brightness and the duel began...

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Dennis walked through an urban wasteland. His heels silent on the bitumen, despite the definite echo. Cityscape greys and black and white. The buildings were vacant, the skies silent and dull, even with infrequent cloud cover.

"Did they--?"

His voice sounded hollow in this place.

"No." An unexpected reply came. "I mean, don't get me wrong. They ARE. I mean, as we speak. But this isn't the now of it all."

The voice was familiar, and Dennis snapped his head around in search of the source.

"Sean..?"

"You shouldn't be here." Sean uttered, appearing in front of his older brother in full bright Aquilifer attire.

"Where is here? Where are-- Is this death? Am I dead?"

"No. You're dreaming. You're in a dream you've populated with your dead brother and what you imagine the world will look like when you lose. None of which is helpful in any way. Also, that building over there was levelled. I mean you saw it happen--"

"Thank you for telling me I can't even dream of how I lose properly..."

"Oh God! Here it comes, the pity party..."

"Well, I don't hang around telling you how you should be dead properly... Friggin' Ghost of Christmas Brother's Past!"

"No. Nobody does. Because being dead sucks. It's silent and lonely, and interminable and it lasts you the rest of your--"

Dennis pointed at his brother's apparition. "You were going to say life!"

"Death! I was saying death! And you shouldn't be here! Wasting time talking with what you think your brother would say if he were around you..."

"Wait-- so are you really my dead brother, or just my brain coming up with an approximation of what it thinks my brother would--"

Frustrated, Sean pushed him over and yelled at him.

"I told you! You shouldn't be here! You're wasting time, dreaming of the worst possible outcome while OUT THERE it's started writing itself! He needs your help! So get up you lazy--!!"

Sean was kicking Dennis, until he woke with a start, rolling off the lounge into a crumpled heap of scratches and bruises on the floor.

"Whazzabawha--? --Nnnnnnnng!" He awoke startled, before immediately feeling all of the pain and damage he'd taken, which had caused him to pass out in the first place.

He reached up to the coffee table and grabbed the TV remote, turning it on. He slowly started to find his bearings as the television began to warm up.

"Grampa--?" He called out into the depths of the house. Where was he? Was he--

"Grampa?! Grampa are you here--?!"

His query was cut short as the television flickered onto the news and cut from the downtown square to a large ship that looked familiar, which seemed to be getting carved up and destroyed from an epic light show from within.

An epic lightshow with a very distinctive shade of light, which was all too familiar to Dennis.

"Oh you didn't... You crazy old man."

Dennis very gingerly got to his feet and staggered through the house.

The Golden Rod was gone. But when the pair of them had a visit from the Vigilante it revealed something, something which forced his grandfather to finally be open and honest about.

The creation of the gravity gauntlets which Alan had provided him with.

He'd been attempting to reverse-engineer the powers of the Golden Rod, and where possible replicate them.

Dennis staggered into his grandfather's bedroom. He opened up a drawer, and reached up from underneath and removed the sliding panel of the false bottom. His grandfather's unmentionables fell to the floor, and so too did an iron bar about a foot in length.

The Gravity Rod.

It couldn't fire blasts. There would be no shielding. No constructs. No light.

But he could soar once more.

---

Still he gazed onwards at the monitors. As if in hope for the ultimate answer to everything was just going to flash up before his eyes.

But this is seldom the case for the big decision-makers.

The suit who swore him into his newfound position of responsibility rturned to the War Room.

"General Bracken, you've been cleared for autonomous use of the nuclear codes under the present Invasion circumstances."

That was fast. It shouldn't be this fast. It should never be so fast that the full Eastern Seaboard nuclear arsenal should be provided to a man unelected by the people. Unconscionable.

It's remarkable how fast the peacetime conscience disintegrates in the face of obliteration in war.

He'd sent for nuclear clearance the second that massive ominous black spire had touched down in Downtown Lost Haven. The city was his home.

"Prepare missile targeting and hold. The black tower."

A younger man at a computer started to enter co-ordinates.

"Target lock. Go for launch."

"I said 'Hold'!" Gunny barked. "We're going to see what those capes can do, first. I'm not just going to nuke an American city until all options are exhausted. Hold fire!"

Once again Gunny tented his fingers and watched the monitors. The heroes were converging on the position.

He watched as a familiar man in black swung towards the tower, blissfully unaware the kind of nuclear arsenal was presently locked on to his position, and he started to wish.

...he wished he'd given him a damn sight more than a sack full of flashbang grenades, a little tactical C4 and otherwise non-lethal ordnance.

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CHARACTER CREATED
Myrrdin Dialis

SPEECH COLOUR
Killarney - Normal
Palatinate Purple - Wendigo

CHARACTER PERSONALITY
Myrrdin is a virtuous and empathic person. Despite a sense of disconnect with everything in terms of other religions and politics, he has an unwavering commitment to fairness, justice and courage. He has no hesitation to sacrifice his own life in the goodness of the human side of his character. He is kind, compassionate, and intuitive to those around him with the goings of the universe and the spirit world around him. He allows for his humbleness to brush off any possible ego he would have as a person. For those lost in life or in who they are as a person, he is patient to teach and enable those he comes into contact to understand their destined role. Outside of the rules governed by Morrigan’s court, he will disregard any other rules that lay outside it, regardless of political or religious origins. Yet while many uncertainties don’t phase him at all, there is a sense in his green eyes of hesitation and a lingering hunger in them.When a primal side to him surfaces, he turns more predatory and feral.

DESCRIPTION
Myrddin has a lean build, enough muscle on his bones that would allow him to do menial tasks with ease. His face is fairly gaunt, filled out from the beard that grows from it. His hair is shoulder length, walnut brown in colour with several strands of grey running through the wavy mane. His eyes are deep set, a deep verdant green showing knowledge through them. His beard runs shades of reds, browns, blondes and grey.

ORIGIN
Myrrdin’s history is shrouded with mystery, but his accent indicated he is of Welsh origin. He started practicing as a druid from a young age. Once he came of age, he was tasked with traveling the world and protect all forms of nature as he saw fit. The path he took ranged from the highlands of Scotland, where he encountered a small herd of kelpies to the arid lands of the then-Persian empire, encountering the armies with manticore in their ranks. While his travels did, indeed, take him to the Americas, his life nearly ended one harsh winter. However, by spring, he managed to pull himself through. Despite his life still in hand, something scarred him and left him a changed man.
His history after this point is uncertain as he did stumble into the Fey Wilds, but has since become one of the current ruler’s court.

SEASON 1/2 SUMMARY
As he is a character coming in S3, there’s nothing outside of being in Morrigan’s court in the Fey Wilds.

SUPPORTING CHARACTERS
Outside of occasional collaborations with animals, Myrrdin’s associates are long dead. In recent times, he acts as one of the members of Morrigan’s Council.

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ALIAS
Pagan, Wendigo

CHARACTER ALIGNMENT
Walking the Line

IDENTITY
Unknown, even by modern-day standards.

UNIFORM/COSTUME
Myrrdin’s outfit has changed over the decades. However, for the past century, his outfit tends to be more practical for his personal day-to-day business. Underneath his mane of brown and greying hair, an assortment of brown leathers, animal fur, and woven linen adorn his body. His upper body is mostly protected by a brown leather tunic with lighter colored leathers sewn into it in an archaic, tribal pattern of a long-forgotten era. The same material and pattern pavers the pauldrons that sit on both of his shoulders. The skirt that hangs from the waist was just a simple brown fabric with light brown leather trim with fur lining the edges of it. Brown trousers, fur-lined soft leather, boots, and a hard leather, fur-lined wrist guards finish the aesthetics that are covered by a long, green cloak. His belt has a drinking horn and several pouches hanging from it.

Below is a visual depiction of the clothing Myrrdin is wearing:

Hider

HERO TYPE
Mystic/Supernatural

POWER LEVEL
World Level
Normal, Minotaur-forme and Wendigo-forme (Minotaur)

City Level
Manticore-forme and Wendigo-forme (Manticore)

Street Level
Kelpie-forme, Wendigo-forme (Kelpie) and Wendigo-forme (Human)

POWERS
Nature magic
Myrrdin’s true source of his power is the ability to control the natural world around him, ranging from the weather to the trees and animals.

Weather/Season Magic
One of his prominent skills in nature magic is his ability to control the weather around him. While any weather could be generated on a whim, Myrrdin’s strengths is enhanced if he uses weather that is associated with the 4 seasons of Earth (e.g. Fog Generation in Autumn, Blizzard Generation in Winter, Rain Creation in Spring, Storm Generation in Summer).

Elemental Channelling
The other prominent skills in nature magic is the ability to control the 4 natural elements of the world (Solid, Liquid, Gas and Plasma) to be able to control various elements (Solid = Earth, Liquid = Water, Gas = Air & Plasma = Fire).

Animal Manipulation
His connection to nature allows him to influence animals and their behaviours to do what he wished them to do.

Plant Magic
While not used as often in the modernizing world, Myrrdin’s magic can control plants to do his desired wishes.

Disease Magic
Recent magic he has learned due to his curse, Myrrdin is able to control various diseases and parasites to afflict enemies with blight and pestilence. He tends to use this as a last resort as it can draw on the curse.

Dowsing via crystal
Myrrdin is able to locate things with the use of a crystal. This isn’t limited to just objects but also people and locations. However, he needs to have a clear idea in his mind on what he needs to locate.

Abjuration
Healing Magic
In order for him to survive as long as he had against creatures he is fighting against, he was taught on how to manipulate nature around him to speed up the healing process on himself. For the 300+ years he has been around, he has been able to use this magic to heal all near-fatal wounds on himself and others.

Enchanted Armour
In his viewpoint, the best way to help against any form of damage is to prevent it in the first place. To do this, he is capable of enchanting clothing on himself and others to become an effective barrier to all attacks. With the enchanting as well, he can imbue them with various properties to resist different types of attacks.

Shapeshifting
One of the magical abilities Myrrdin has as a druid is his ability to transform into different animals that he has seen. While any animal is in his scope, he tends to draw on the forms of mythical creatures he has seen during his travels

Kelpie-Forme

Kelpie-Forme

Manticore-Forme

Manticore-Forme

Minotaur-Forme

Minotaur-Forme

Curse of the Wendigo
In order for him to survive in the wild a long time ago, Myrrdin paid the ultimate sacrifice in his humanity. Upon eating the flesh of his recently-deceased companion, an ancient curse was placed on him of the Spirit of the Wendigo. With the curse, he has access to some traits and abilities:

Cold and Disease immunity
As the Wendigo is the Spirit of Winter, the North, and coldness, Myrddin’s human self is immune to the cold and anything associated with it (snow, ice, etc). Not only that but the enhanced body, as well as his druidic origins, allows him to shrug off even the deadliest of diseases.

Enhanced body
Myrrdin’s body is enhanced well beyond that of a human being. His strength, speed, durability, endurance, senses, and reflexes are amongst those that are enhanced in his normal form. Once he transforms into the Wendigo, these are further enhanced as well as his leaping and dexterity to the point that it enters the supernatural realm.

Natural Weaponry
His Wendigo-forme creates razor-sharp claws, vicious flesh-ripping fangs, and wicked sharp antlers that are used to their fullest extent.

Predatory Instinct
The Wendigo is a natural predator. Being one with nature as well, Myrrdin is capable of tracking and stealth seen in predators in the wild. As a Wendigo, he is able to predict the movements of his quarry and harry them into his hands for the kill.

Healing Factor
In both his natural and other forms, Myrrdin has a healing factor that allows him to heal any wounds inflicted on him. However, the factor just allows him to heal non-life-threatening wounds at an above-average rate to humans in his human form. His Wendigo-forme’s healing factor is enhanced to the point where it appears to be invulnerable, though the reality is the healing is just above his human form but masked by the decaying flesh of the form.

Cannibalism Empowerment
While his Wendigo-forme does not have any need for this ability, the use of cannibalism has allowed Myrrdin to live well beyond his means (beyond 300 years). The only thing cannibalism seems to do is decelerate the effects of aging.

Possessive Transformation
If he over-exerts himself, Myrddin’s concentration slips to allow for the curse to manifest into his ‘true’ self. His body shifts into a ‘fourth’ forme, the Wendigo-forme. Unlike his other forms, the Wendigo-forme has only one drive: to feed on the flesh of man. His body morphs to an emaciated shape with one of the key attributes being a sharp-fanged skull of a deer with red eyes or an emaciated form. The one difference of the Wendigo-forme over the other forms, however, is that this form is able to take possession of the other forms, creating multiple forms of the Wendigo and adding the attributes of the curse to the attributes to those formes to make them more powerful:

Wendigo-forme

Wendigo-forme (Manticore)

Wendigo-forme (Minotaur)

Famine Inducement
As a consequence of transforming into his Wendigo-Forme, an area around him (depending on what form the curse is possessing) induces starvation in any living being caught up in it. While not death-threatening, it can be to a point where it can debilitate anyone in his vicinity.

ATTRIBUTES

Height: 6’2”
Weight: 165lbs
Strength: While his strength in human form is that of a peak human, he can shift into a powerful minotaur, which is capable of lifting tanks with ease. Plus his wendigo-forme augments the strength of any of his forms into supernatural levels.
Mobility: He is highly mobile for a human being, this is further enhanced by his various forms, especially his manticore-forme and kelpie-forme when in water. This is enhanced when in his wendigo-forme.
Intelligence: In contrast to everything else, Myrrdin is highly intelligent, even in all of his non-wendigo forms. However, that disappears when he transforms as the hunger to consume human flesh is the only driving force.
Fighting Skill: A master in the druidic arts, Myrrdin is highly skilled in magic and high fighting skills are more prevalent in his creature forms than his human form. The discipline disappears when he transforms into a wendigo.

WEAKNESSES
While he has a strong regeneration factor due to his Wendigo curse, he is still human. He can still feel every pain of any attacks and there is a limit of his healing factor before it fails him. It is why he has learned to use abjuration magic to treat and prevent injuries from getting to him in the first place. Another weakness of his, although he is ashamed to be afflicted by this, is that he has cannibalistic tendencies. He tries to stave off this hunger for human flesh, but it can only work for so long before he turns into his Wendigo-Forme. Once in the forme, the consumption of human flesh is the only thing outside of Morrigan’s influence that can quell it. Finally, with the Curse of the Wendigo being supernatural and mystic in nature, any being that is capable of using magic can easily recognize it from him. To magic users, the sense of hunger for their kind’s flesh, greed for anything they want, and a slight scent of decay in the air around him.
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Outside of his natural attire and numerous pouches filled with things from seeds to jerkies of unknown origins, he does wield a powerful staff of druids: a twisted oak staff with a lone, glowing blue gem that floats between two ends at the top of the staff.

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Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 3- Shattered Dimensions

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

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H A W K E Y E
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A wry grin crossed the archer’s face.

“Well, I didn’t bring my golf clubs, but I think I’ll make do.” He drew back and fired an arrow into a throng of the yellow alien menace, which clattered off the city street as they dispersed.

“Well that one didn’t do very much…” The spry old Colonel said, bouncing off of a wall and taking down another Dominator with a shoulder barge, leading with his shield.

“Wait for it, Jumping Jack Flash…” Hawkeye promised, organising another specific arrowhead for the next shaft, before nocking it in preparation.

“Jumping Jack Flash?” Steve queried, just as the first arrowhead opened up and a rapidly growing cloud billowed.

“Oh… of course. Jumping Jack Flash because—”

“It’s a gas, gas, gas… yeah. You got it.”

He released the flare arrow, which ignited the cloud and aliens charred to varying degrees were blasted this way and that.

“I remember that… you did that against AIM a few years back, didn’t you?”

“Yeah. Ugh. Don't remind me... You never know how flammable whatever they're working on is gonna be. ^{_{Well... let's be honest, it's a pretty fair bet...}} You haven’t seen this one though. Shield!”

Hawkeye had prepared another arrow and was aiming it at Rogers. With lightning quick reflexes the Colonel raised his shield, as Clint ricocheted an arrow off of it. The sides of the arrow’s shaft fell and hundreds of smaller needles soared over the oncoming group of the alien menace, before rapidly growing in size and raining down a single shot barrage upon them all, turning them into veritable pincushions.

“Yes. I must say. That one’s new.” The Colonel looked on, somewhat impressed.

Hawkeye put his hand in his quiver, it rattled around as he grabbed the final shaft.

“Well now it’s time for you to fill me in on any ideas YOU have…” Clint rasped.

“…because I’m down to my final one.”

Variety Hour: An Absolute Comics Roleplay

Might drag my Moon Knight stuff over here and continue it.

...I dunno. Something must have inspired me.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 3- Shattered Dimensions

The man that looked back looked foreign now.

Drowning in the baggy costume of yesteryear, unable to fill out where muscle once stood in its stead. Like loose skin in bold primary colours; as wrinkled as the face that now looked back from the mirror every morning. The gold eagle emblem appeared to be beheaded, as the once skintight material saw the head disappear into a new fold, made by the creation of the ill-fit.

Alan sighed. "But duty." He drew the Golden Rod forth and put in the effort to emblazen it. Slowly it glimmered.

"Come on... I need you now!"

Brighter and brighter. The effort was great, but it began to illuminate the room more and more.

"Yes! Come on! If ever you're going to shine on for me again, I need it now!" The man started to wheeze, as if just the exertion was aging him further.

"What good's being bought an extra few decades if I can't use them now! Brighter! Brighter, damn you!"

The light held a bright, almost blinding glow for a few seconds and the original Aquilifer looked away from the light.

"Yes... It's still in me. Just like riding a bike..." He told himself, deliberately looking past the effort it took him to get the Golden Rod to do so.

Alan took one last glance at Dennis as he was laid out on the couch, before walking out the door.

He looked both ways down the street and then up at the imposing alien ship that hung over the city like the Sword of Damocles. With a stern duty-filled face and a grunt he aimed the Golden Rod and took to the sky once more.

The cold was more biting than he ever remembered. Maybe he should have worn a jacket..?

In the streets below, a black clad Vigilante ran frantically, throwing the occasional gravity-gauntlet weighted punch to jerk his frame out of danger, or just ever onwards towards his target. With a relentlessness that looked awkward and uncontrolled.

As he took a corner around a city block, the alien ship was revealed, ever looming over the city like a dark spectre.

From within the darkness of his black balaklava, a flash of white stood in stark contrast. He grinned a dark leer at the thought of the task ahead of him. It called for unrestrained violent fury.

And Flux was nowhere around to make him hold those emotions in check.

With an uppercut he soared towards a mid-rise building's roof, never breaking his stride.

With teeth gritted and a steel gaze, he barreled ever onwards towards the ship.

The Purifier.

At this stage, the Purifier.

Admiral Keelan felt dour. He had deployed the Purifier as ordered, but was not happy about it. There was still much he would have liked to have done - much he would have liked to accomplish before this stage.

Afterall, somewhere out there, in hiding presumably, lay the Rod-Wielder.

And that fact, above all things burned a fire within the Admiral.

These barely evolved apes had forced their hand, drawn out more aggression, and would bring about damage to the prize. The Arlaaekan prize, their home world. And his prize, the rod-wielder.

That defiance, the acknowledgement of even that marginal level of success, tasted bitter in a way Keelan could scarcely stand.

<"Any news from the front, Admiral? And wha--"> Commodore Bialya jumped straight to his regular informal greeting, only for the Admiral to turn to face him, twist the globe at his side and project the image of a colossal spire that had been set down in the heart of Lost Haven right in front of the Commodore.

<"Whoa... Already..?">

With another twist the projection disappeared, and Keelan returned to dispatching units around the European and Asian fronts. He didn't audibly respond to Bialya, his glower said more than enough.

He swept across the globe, tightening the screws on certain regions, diverting pressure to locations of resistance. And then with a cursory glance...

He had checked the monitor on their initial probe. The rod. It was in motion.

And it wasn't the new rod-wielder. A wry smile crossed the Admiral's face as a rare opportunity crossed his path. He tracked the trajectory of the initial rod-wieldere and found he was headed for the Destroyer Class Doomspear. His smile widened further.

The tale of Bromire and the Doomspear was as old as time in Arlaaekan mythology. The Doomspear was an artefact said to make it's wielder indomitable in nature; undefeatable. Bromire swept through two thirds of their homeworld, uniting the Arlaaekan's forever under one mighty banner - the banner of Bromire the Invincible.

Omens were in his favour.

<"What? What is it?"> The Commodore inquired, noticing the heavy change in his mood.

Once more the Keelan projected an image in front of Bialya's face. An aged figure of blue, red and yellow moving at a gentle cruising speed towards the Destroyer Doomspear.

<"I believe it is time that the DC Doomspear underwent a routine spot inspection...">

The Vigilante launched himself with another uppercut aimed at landing him atop a sizble high-rise building deeper in the city centre - the ship loomed large now. It was difficult to get a sense of scope until you really got close enough to take in all of it. Should only be another one or two buildings and he should be in position to make a punch for the Doomspear itself...

The Aquilifer paced his approach with the wisdom of a superhero of multiple decades, and the experience of witnessing countless wars by this ultimate adversary. Patience was the tool of the experienced and he had no intention of leaving any advantage he held out of the equation. He couldn't afford to. Still the question of how he would penetrate the ship's shields remained unanswered. Anything launched at the Doomspear would at best bounce off of it like a pebble skimming the surface of water... at worst, a better analogy might be a bug on a windshield...

The Vigilante threw another punch and launched himself at the Chambers building. The only building with the altitude to give him a single punch's shot at reaching the alien Destroyer. His brow dropped into a determined scowl, and he dropped and rolled on the roof of the Chambers building. He burst back onto his feet and with two strides he swung as hard as he could at the monstrous invader...

Maybe the Golden rod itself could penetrate shields, he considered. It was, after all their own technology. He hadn't really had enough access to their energy shields - beyond those formed by the rod itself - to know whether the rod itself exploited vulnerabilities. He had witnessed rod wielders doing amazing things and being the most effective soldiers against Arlaaekan weaponry in numerous worlds' wars... not as often as you'd think, because kings and despots often hide behind their castle walls. But perhaps... If he were lucky...

The Vigilante soared behind his heavy fist, the wind rippled at his black clothing as he gritted his teeth and anticipated punching through the ship's walls. Oblivious of course to any shields and their potential effect on a drifting attack from a mere human's blunt force...

"Well... Here goes!" The original Aquilifer charged up an energy blast towards the colossal ship.

<This is Admiral Keelan, transferring control of the bridge to Commodore Bialya. Admiral Keelan to Doomspear control. Repeat, this is Admiral Keelan to Doomspear control. Power down all pulse and energy field technology in preparation for embarkment of high ranking official. Repeat, power down pulse and energy field technology generators in preparation for ship-to-ship transfer of high ranking official. Admiral Keelan shall be boarding and observing manouevers firsthand.">

"_^Wowsers..." Alan let slip, some things still able to surprise the old man as he found himself looking on at a blasted hole in the Doomspear's outer hull. Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, he pressed the advantage and flew into the newly created gaping maw, as soldiers with energy weapons emerged to try and counter his insurgence. He raised his own shield construct with some effort, and pressed on.

Meanwhile, elsewhere on the underside of the mighty Doomspear, the Vigilante stood in another hole in the outer hull of his own creation. He looked down at his fists and the gravity gauntlets which encased them.

"Alright... I've done a lot over the years. But sometimes I even impress myself..."