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A Perpetual Motion Engine of Anxiety and Self-Loathing
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So there I am, in Sri Lanka, formerly Ceylon, at about 3 o'clock in the morning, looking for one thousand brown M&Ms to fill a brandy glass, or Ozzy wouldn't go on stage that night. So, Jeff Beck pops his head 'round the door, and mentions there's a little sweets shop on the edge of town. So - we go. And - it's closed. So there's me, and Keith Moon, and David Crosby, breaking into that little sweets shop, eh. Well, instead of a guard dog, they've got this bloody great big Bengal tiger. I managed to take out the tiger with a can of mace, but the shopowner and his son... that's a different story altogether. I had to beat them to death with their own shoes. Nasty business, really. But, sure enough, I got the M&Ms, and Ozzy went on stage and did a great show.
I'm not normally one for waiting on ceremony or holding on 'turns', but given the lycanthrope just ate gunshots in the IC, I think I'll wait on Wraith's post and finetune my WIP accordingly to suit and work with it.
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_________________________________________________________ Rick Tyler _________________________________________________________ Unemployed - Aspiring Artist | Justice Society of America _________________________________________________________ Multiverse 668 - Prime | JSA is... Open
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________________________________________________________________________________________ WHAT IF THE SUPER SOLDIER SERUM CHANGED HOW BIOCHEMISTRY WAS VIEWED BY THE PUBLIC INDELIBLY?
Rick Tyler is the grandson of the original JSA Hero Hourman.
This present JSA is comprised of legacies (and potentially small cameo appearances by...) the original WWII and beyond era team.
It was an "open secret" that the original Hourman was Rex Tyler.
He very much enjoyed the his playboy superstardom and lifestyle that was afforded to him as a highly prominent wartime chemist and moonlighting hero.
Actions have consequences.
P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S )
I'll be fleshing out the modern JSA. There'll be flashbacks to ye olde JSA. And connections in between.
The listed modern JSA is not the full squad. There were also a few extra members post-WWII in the old JSA.
If anyone wants to play any character listed, whether they want anything to do with what I'm doing or not, just give me a heads up. I'm very flexible to change, I mainly just want to know that I can depend on the set characters I have in mind being there ONCE THE IC ACTUALLY GOES UP and I start to solidify the backstory stuff in my mind.
Plot names and descriptions will be added here as things solidify.
Why do you want to play this character, what is the driving motivation behind both this desire and the character themselves. What do you hope to accomplish and where do you want the character's story/stories to go? For a driving character, there should be enough of an outline present to interest other players along with specifications towards how many players you're looking to involve or available roles. For supporting characters, this should indicate either a plot you've arranged to be part of or the type of plot you're looking to be involved in. Roaming characters have the privilege of doing either or simply stating a roadmap for the character to exemplify how you'd ideally like them to move between plots.
H O U R M A N F A M I L Y H I S T O R Y H O U R M A N F A M I L Y H I S T O R Y
As World War II waged on, and the United States joined the front after the events of Pearl Harbour, all hands were on the task of the war effort, looking for whatever edge they could provide.
The SSR, headed by Doctor Abraham Erskine sought to create a new breed of super soldiers, altering a man's fundamental makeup through a combination of vita rays and a chemical serum.
Elsewhere private industries such as Bannerman Chemical put their efforts to similar minded projects. Government grants and exemptions from the draft were issued to these frontline scientists, the scientific frontier became possibly the most important frontier in this global war, but not the only one the increasingly desperate Nazi leadership sought.
A young chemist with an adventurous streak, Rex Tyler, developed a new drug compound which he named Miraclo. The drug was never announced nor patented however, as Rex (who's brash adventurous streak saw him test the drug on himself, in the rush to discovery in the hyper competitive market environment) was shocked at the effect of the drug which saw possibly even more dramatic effects to the user's strength and durability than even Erskine's method - albeit under more temporary and volatile conditions.
But his adventurous streak also saw him put his discovery to an alternate use...
Rex Tyler scrapped that method, but began on other projects. Developing more effective sulfa tablets for frontline medical use, 'stimulant' pills to contend with Nazis recent innovation of amphetamine usage, gas decontamination pills (which news of their discovery, was leaked and their effects embellished which became a key propaganda tool in lessening German use of chlorine and mustard gas compared with the first World War.
During this time, an assortment of strange and mysterious figures put their lives and abilities on the line to protect the Homefront from fifth columnists, Nazi saboteurs and a new breed of strange and creepy ne'erdowells that seemed to be cropping up in these trying times. A silhouette seen disappearing in plumes of gas, a man faster than you could imagine, rings and rods of power... joined by a man capable of immense strength and power, for an hour at a time.
Rex Tyler became a major scientific figure for the era, and with so many able bodied men overseas at war, was one of the most eligible bachelors remaining on American soil. He frequently travelled between New York and California, where between talks at USC, CalTech and UCLA universities he'd often be seen on the red carpet at some rising starlet's arm or another in the Golden Age of Hollywood.
It became an open secret that Rex Tyler, whose movements and schedule seemed to match those of the Hourman, and had taken to being introduced as 'The Man Of The Hour' at social gatherings and soirees in both New York and California, as he revelled in the notoriety and lifestyle which it had brought him.
Until questions began to get raised about why these fit, fighting men were being kept at home, whilst so many of the boys were dying on foreign shores. Were these men draft dodgers? There was some speculation that these questions were being pushed by the lead industry, as Rex had raised concerns about the widespread use of lead in paint and even petroleum in university lectures.
Eager to not be seen as cowardly men, it was Rex Tyler and the Atom Al Pratt who were most ardent that the group take their talents to the Front.
First the government tried to claim Miraclo for their own purposes, but were satistfactorily chastened after a demonstration of what just six men on the chemical compound could do, and a stern lecture from the Man of the Hour that the biggest threat to freedom wasn't that the drug not be introduced to the war effort... but rather if it should somehow find its way into the wrong hands and be reverse engineered, with the German's ability to mass produce pharmaceuticals... and what of Russia afterwards? At this point they had significant numbers and were steadily encroaching upon Berlin.
But there was still a task that these fine young men and women of the JSA could put their skills to...
That other desperate frontier that the Nazis sought to exploit, was the occult. Whether it had actual merit, or if it would merely make a fine propaganda boon to crush the faint hopes of the Nazis, there was a mission for them.
Whilst the Howling Commandos were steadily marching towards Berlin, the Nazis were making a desperate grab for an artefact that was known as the Spear of Destiny. An item that reportedly could imbue invincibility upon its wielder.
The JSA were put to task and whisked to Scandinavia in a race for the object.
In which they were victorious.
The hopes of the hun were squashed. The fine Allied men continued their march on Berlin unabated and victory was won.
And Rex's playboy lifestyle went into overdrive...
In 1960, young Austin Tyler, born to stage actress Wendi Harris would grow to barely know his father.
And when he was old enough to, he wouldn't want to. He'd seen enough.
An absent father who was all about his own selfish drive for adventure and the frivolity which came with such a life.
He took the scraps he was left with... the name of being his father's son, to the University scene where hard work and another powerful drive, albeit focused on other things, would see him pick up a doctorate in chemistry and degrees in business management.
Through shrewd investment and a network of subsidiaries he would seize the board and ownership of Bannerman Chemical, and renamed it TylerCo Petrochemical and Pharmaceuticals. A feat his father would never achieve. He gave a lengthy speach before the media about how his father had worked there, how his devotion to the work and his country had forged this post-war nation, and a bunch of other crap he didn't really mean nor care for.
He was forging his own path. This was his hour. And he would use it to accomplish that which his father never could, nor even had the sense or drive to.
In early 2000, Richard Tyler was born to Austin and Janice Tyler.
Austin attempted to push his son into the family business, but like father like son, Richard Tyler rejected that plan. Going so far as to flunk out of high school chemistry after two different incidents involving an explosion, and the creation of chlorine gas. The following donation to the high school Science department was appreciated but still insufficient.
Richard goes by the monosyllabic 'Rick', which is far too close to 'Rex' for his father's comfort.
He's a talented young artist, but a self-professed 'beach bum'. He's often found at a beachside shack left for him by the grandfather he never met, now long deceased, with some co-ed or another. Much to his father's chagrin or horror.
...but I'm also switching my body clock over to nights, so I'm going to fire into this (as well as a few other places) tonight whilst everyone else in the house is asleep.
It could've been worse. It could've been for some really petty reason.
"You stole my parking space you fucking DICK - BAM LYCANTHROPE"
Gods and Fates be petty, yo.
...frankly, video recording a girl who turned out to be the Triple Goddess on a sabbatical "communing with humanity" and getting exploited... that'd probably do it.
So there I am, in Sri Lanka, formerly Ceylon, at about 3 o'clock in the morning, looking for one thousand brown M&Ms to fill a brandy glass, or Ozzy wouldn't go on stage that night. So, Jeff Beck pops his head 'round the door, and mentions there's a little sweets shop on the edge of town. So - we go. And - it's closed. So there's me, and Keith Moon, and David Crosby, breaking into that little sweets shop, eh. Well, instead of a guard dog, they've got this bloody great big Bengal tiger. I managed to take out the tiger with a can of mace, but the shopowner and his son... that's a different story altogether. I had to beat them to death with their own shoes. Nasty business, really. But, sure enough, I got the M&Ms, and Ozzy went on stage and did a great show.
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">So there I am, in Sri Lanka, formerly Ceylon, at about 3 o'clock in the morning, looking for one thousand brown M&Ms to fill a brandy glass, or Ozzy wouldn't go on stage that night. So, Jeff Beck pops his head 'round the door, and mentions there's a little sweets shop on the edge of town. So - we go. And - it's closed. So there's me, and Keith Moon, and David Crosby, breaking into that little sweets shop, eh. Well, instead of a guard dog, they've got this bloody great big Bengal tiger. I managed to take out the tiger with a can of mace, but the shopowner and his son... that's a different story altogether. I had to beat them to death with their own shoes. Nasty business, really. But, sure enough, I got the M&Ms, and Ozzy went on stage and did a great show.</div>