Roman,
Simple Unicycle,
Bork Lazer,
Festive,
AwesomeZero5,
Spoopy Scary,
Retired,
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Supermaxx,
Half Pint
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The age gap isn't as severe as I first thought. However, still no bueno. If he knocked MJ up at 22, Felicia would have still been a teen, even if barely. The timeline of her being Black Cat and meeting Spider-Man would put Pete and MJ as firmly in wedded territory. Guess their previous partnership will have to have been purely business.
Gowi will be so disappointed.
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I guess we're gonna have to pass on a more traditional Black Cat x Spider-Man romance in the past, 'cause at this rate Peter's gonna be, like, 10+ years older than Felicia, and they would have had to have a thing prior to MJ and Annie... which would make for a very inappropriate relationship.
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  _________________________________________________________ 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 Hobart 'Hobie' Brown | Motts Hunt, The Bronx - Formerly Harlem _________________________________________________________ Selfemployed - Pneumatics Engineering Systems Consultant _________________________________________________________ Former Criminal - Never Charged | Infiltration Specialist 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 P O S T C A T A L O G P O S T C A T A L O G 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 Hobie Brown should have been lost in the Source. New York done enough other young men dirty like that. What's one more? The dirt poor guy, hustling to make ends meet. Made a decision to use his skills to get himself paid. Until he ran head first into a man who'd done the same once and lost far more than he ever thought possible from it. The Spider-Man. Someone who looked at him and for a moment saw where he had been, and a person - a fellow human - who hadn't done so much that there was no way back. He told Hobie what he'd learned on his darkest day. The deeper meaning of what someone from his own family had tried to tell him once. That with great power comes great responsibility. But Hobie didn't take the same message that Spider-Man did. Now, by night, Hobie uses his God-given skills, abilities and 'powers' to hold other powerful men responsible. Because, after all, with great power must come great responsibility... P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) The classic 'Second-chance man'. That's what we're getting here. Hobie was spared, given a second chance and made good with it. He has a solid career, that never happens if he goes to prison, and 'made it out'. Now he's hellbent on crushing those who would exploit the people who grew up in those similar circumstances - to try and give those people the chances that he had. The chance to make good. The chance to 'be more'. Captain America, the Avengers, maybe even Spider-Man bring hope. Hobie brings down giants who trample people like ants. | T H E H I S T O R Y O F H O B I E T H E H I S T O R Y O F H O B I E The youngest of nine brothers, Hobie was born to Tyrone “Tiger” Brown and Josie “Jo” Brown in Harlem New York. Before Hobie can remember, his father went off to war. He is MIA and the family was receiving payment and benefits, but with nine kids they struggled to stretch so far. Only one parent with her hands full with nine young boys, in the background of the ‘crack wars’ of the mid-to-late 90s. Jo was shot in a home burglary, in an unsolved crime committed by someone doubtless seeking fast money for drugs. Rushed to Emergency, she was given a blood transfusion which was poorly screened. The transfusion infected her with HIV, back in the days when the diagnosis was viewed as a certain death sentence. Facing an impossible choice of fighting a prolonged legal battle she certainly wouldn’t live long enough to see the end of, she accepted a cash settlement for the medical ‘mishap’, and the family used the money to buy a sizable home in South Bronx. At tremendous cost, she had managed to provide and get her boys out. Their oldest brother, Abraham, had left the home already for opportunities overseas. He would return packages of money for the family periodically, as they remained in correspondence. As their mother was approaching her end, the family reached out to have him brought home, but he didn’t make it back in time. Before ‘Jo’s passing, she made the brothers swear to look out for one another – this resulted in the eight remaining boys, always remaining in close proximity. Even as some left home, they would still remain in the Bronx. The eight boys had a ‘hustle-life’ attitude to money and its procurement, but had formed a zero tolerance attitude to drugs and gangs, all having seen the impact that they had indirectly had on their own family – the drive for money for drugs which resulted in their mother being shot, and the gangs who peddled drugs to one who shot her. Direct confrontation from all eight of the Brown Boys any time someone was foolish enough to attempt to recruit one on their own, saw an unsteady truce where the family and gangs both left well enough, and each other, alone. Hobie, the youngest of his family, and in many ways the most fortunate, with seven older brothers watching over him and pushing him to meet his potential had the best grades of the group and was their hope to be the family’s first chance at going to college. He was a natural talent in many sciences and mathematics. A mishap with one of his inventions, saw him lose the opportunity as intent was read into the disaster, and he was suspended for the remainder of the school year. He later completed his schooling and got his GED, but school’s which had courted him distanced themselves after the incident, despite his pleas of innocence. Hobie had a number of jobs over the years. Factory hand, repairman... but it was as a window cleaner where his life went through another pivotal change. He saw a fight between Daredevil and Stilt-Man playing out right in front of him. The action, the excitement, this clash of two previously larger than life entities - one, larger than buildings - playing out in front of him. And when it was done, and the marvels and menaces had disappeared, cloaked in the city beyond, presumably either still in conflict or to clash another day. Hobie found himself in a strange situation. He was critically assessing the Stilt-Man's costume. Simple ways it could have been done better. And just like that, these people-beyond-men no longer seemed larger than life. Hobie began work on his own suit and his own secret identity. After being let go from his job for an argument that started over whether he took the job seriously, when he tried to show his boss tools of his own invention which he created to make his job easier, he was left a necessity to find money for his family and not much time to do it in. He needed money fast. Likely faster than he'd be able to get a new job. Before that moment, so much of his time had been obsessively into his own latest creation - the suit. The solution seemed obvious. First he began to put together a list of high value, low conflict targets. People whose own business dealings had ravaged the community. But his life would change once again, when he set his sights on the Daily Bugle's payroll, in a retaliatory effort for a string of articles on gentrification which Hobie felt put the 'hood in a bad light. He had never attempted anything so public and visible before, but it was a newspaper, and the message was half of the point wasn't it? That's what saw him confronting people in his suit, for the first time, in broad daylight. Until it all went wrong. Some young copyboy or intern was knocked out of a window. Nobody was supposed to get hurt. It was never supposed to be like this! And when Spider-Man swung to his rescue and to confront him, all fast flying words, webs and punches Hobie wasn't ready for it. He ran. Fled. Once he got clear, he broke down, lamenting the loss of the young man. Reconsidering every decision he'd ever made since creating the suit. And that's when Spider-Man found him. And the webs and punches were put away. This time it was only words. And no snappy one-liners. Spider-Man told him that he hadn't gone his entire costumed life without a mistake either. That he'd suffered loss. And the one lesson he'd learnt from who he had lost which always stood paramount. With great power comes great responsibility. And with that, Hobie's life pivoted. He was forever grateful of the second chance he'd received. But he also looked at the suit in an entirely different way. Those words had made it sacred in a sort of way. And beyond just a mere source of income. Hobie's obseession drifted away from the suit. The money he had so far accrued had bought him a little time. And instead he worked on himself. He invested the time, effort and energy, inwards. And with his skills in pneumatics, and with the critical eye he had cast over Stilt-Man's costume all that time ago, he found his own calling, as a consultant for how to best create processes utilitising pneumatics to maximise efficiency and effectiveness, mostly in the industrial sector. Hobie Brown took back control of the power within his life. And in his free-time..? Now he would hold other people in power responsible. |
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 _________________________________________________________ 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 Hobart 'Hobie' Brown | Motts Hunt, The Bronx - Formerly Harlem _________________________________________________________ Selfemployed - Pneumatics Engineering Systems Consultant _________________________________________________________ Former Criminal - Never Charged | Infiltration Specialist 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 P O S T C A T A L O G P O S T C A T A L O G | 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 Hobie Brown should have been lost in the Source. New York done enough other young men dirty like that. What's one more? The dirt poor guy, hustling to make ends meet. Made a decision to use his skills to get himself paid. Until he ran head first into a man who'd done the same once and lost far more than he ever thought possible from it. The Spider-Man. Someone who looked at him and for a moment saw where he had been, and a person - a fellow human - who hadn't done so much that there was no way back. He told Hobie what he'd learned on his darkest day. The deeper meaning of what someone from his own family had tried to tell him once. That with great power comes great responsibility. But Hobie didn't take the same message that Spider-Man did. Now, by night, Hobie uses his God-given skills, abilities and 'powers' to hold other powerful men responsible. Because, after all, with great power must come great responsibility... P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) The classic 'Second-chance man'. That's what we're getting here. Hobie was spared, given a second chance and made good with it. He has a solid career, that never happens if he goes to prison, and 'made it out'. Now he's hellbent on crushing those who would exploit people who grew up in similar circumstances - to try and give those people the chances that he had. The chance to make good. The chance to 'be more'. Captain America, the Avengers, maybe even Spider-Man bring hope. Hobie brings down giants who trample people like ants. T H E H I S T O R Y O F H O B I E T H E H I S T O R Y O F H O B I E The youngest of nine brothers, Hobie was born to Tyrone “Tiger” Brown and Josie “Jo” Brown in Harlem New York. Before Hobie can remember, his father went off to war. He is MIA and the family was receiving payment and benefits, but with nine kids they struggled to stretch so far. Only one parent with her hands full with nine young boys, in the background of the ‘crack wars’ of the mid-to-late 90s. Jo was shot in a home burglary, in an unsolved crime committed by someone doubtless seeking fast money for drugs. Rushed to Emergency, she was given a blood transfusion which was poorly screened. The transfusion infected her with HIV, back in the days when the diagnosis was viewed as a certain death sentence. Facing an impossible choice of fighting a prolonged legal battles he certainly wouldn’t live long enough to see the end of, she accepted a cash settlement for the medical ‘mishap’, and the family used the money to buy a sizable home in South Bronx. At tremendous cost, she had managed to provide and get her boys out. Their oldest brother, Abraham, had left the home already for opportunities overseas. He would return packages of money for the family periodically, as they remained in correspondence. As their mother was approaching her end, the family reached out to have him brought home, but he didn’t make it back in time. Before ‘Jo’s passing, she made the brothers swear to look out for one another – this resulted in the eight remaining boys, always remaining in close proximity. Even as some left home, they would still remain in the Bronx. The eight boys had a ‘hustle-life’ attitude to money and its procurement, but had formed a zero tolerance attitude to drugs and gangs, all having seen the impact that they had indirectly had on their own family – the drive for money for drugs which resulted in their mother being shot, and the gangs who peddled drugs to one who shot her. Direct confrontation from all eight of the Brown Boys any time someone was foolish enough to attempt to recruit one on their own, saw an unsteady truce where the family and gangs both left well enough, and each other, alone. Hobie, the youngest of his family, and in many ways the most fortunate, with seven older brothers watching over him and pushing him to meet his potential had the best grades of the group and was their hope to be the family’s first chance at going to college. He was a natural talent in many sciences and mathematics. A mishap with one of his inventions, saw him lose the opportunity as intent was read into the disaster, and he was suspended for the remainder of the school year. He later completed his schooling and got his GED, but school’s which had courted him distanced themselves after the incident, despite his pleas of innocence. Hobie had a number of jobs over the years. |
