KaiserElectric

FALLOUT: ALOHA (RP)

Weightless.

She felt weightless. No, no. She was flying.

She heard the soft thrum of the engine at her back, felt her own heartbeat, steadily pulsing in her chest.

Gloved hands gripped the control stick, keeping her steady. She felt the turn with just the slightest touch.

She opened her eyes. Clear skies all around. The horizon stretched out ahead of her, fading to a dim blue.

"Command, this is Osprey. Mission accomplished, we're heading home."

No response. She looked down, fidgeting with the knobs on the radio and smacking the side with her hand. Eyes wandering, she caught sight of the faded postcard stuck to the side. The muted floral print still somewhat vibrant against the gray. She smiled.

"You looking forward to getting home once we kick the commies back to Beijing, Command?" She leaned back wistfully, the radio seeming to crackle in response. "Know I am. Haven't been back to Honolulu in ages."

The radio crackled louder, like a harsh, raspy breath. Osprey looked back to the horizon, lifting up her visor.

"Yeah, it'll be nice to seem them again. To see...." she trailed off, hands trembling. She didn't remember. She hadn't remembered. Not for years.

The engine behind her roared louder, the cockpit shaking under her feet. Her hands slipped, and she started to hum, then to mumble, the words tumbling out of her.

"Love me...as though there were no tomorrow..."

Something flashed in the distance. A blinding light sped towards her.

"Oh my darling...love me..." Tears streamed down her face as warning sirens echoed around her. "Don't ever....let me go."

Her radio crackled to life again.

"So...long..."

Glass shatters. Screaming. Silence.

---

"...fucking!"

Osprey jerked awake with a snarl, beret sliding off her ragged scalp as she shot upright. Glancing down, she spotted the cockroach crawling along her leg.

"Stupid bug," she spat, smacking it away but quickly twisting too far and tumbling right out of her hammock, her satchel landing squarely on her back. Swearing violence on anyone within earshot, she got unsteadily to her feet, stretching her neck and letting out a yawn. Damn it, she was hoping to sleep through this voyage on the way to this Kingdom, but it seemed that wasn't in the cards. Ah well, probably good for her to patrol around, stretch out these rotting bones and keep an eye on people. She already had to break the fingers of some weaselly punk trying to swipe her aviators when she wasn't looking.

Swiping a few tendrils of hair out of her eyes, she set off down the corridor, trying to ignore the pit in her stomach left over from that dream. It was the craziest thing; this ragged bag of bones was going on two hundred years now, her memories of anything that happened before the bombs fell all but faded away, and yet when she heard about this kingdom, it came rushing back to her like a flood. Hawaii. Honolulu, Hawaii. To still burn so strongly in her head, that had to be a sign, right? Well if it wasn't, it'd be a good excuse to get away and see someplace new. Maybe she'd even change careers, like some of the other ghouls she met when she was advising the NCR. After all, even if her memories were spotty these days, there was one thing she knew for certain; she'd been a soldier too damn long.

Rooting around in her pockets for a coffin nail, she heard a commotion up ahead and instinctively pressed against the wall before looking around the corner. Some pipsqueak in a fancy helmet surrounded by a bunch of goons with weapons. Another damned mugging. She had half a mind to walk away and mind her own damn business before she saw the NCR soldier step up to help, followed by a goddamned super mutant of all things confronting them.

"Well shit, this did get interesting," Osprey said, taking out a cigarette and lighting it. Stashing away her lighter, she took her pistol with the same hand and slowly approached, ready to ambush one of the thieving little pukes if things escalated.

FALLOUT: ALOHA (RP)

Osprey

Name: Osprey / Lt. Naomi Goldwater

Race: Ghoul

Gender: Female

Age: 238

What Makes You Special?

Strength: 5

Perception: 8

Endurance: 6

Charisma: 4

Intelligence: 5

Agility: 6

Luck: 6

Skills

Guts - 2

Athletics - 3

[.]Energy Weapons - 1+2=3

Explosives - 2

[.]Piloting - 1+2=3

Sneaky - 2

[.]Repair - 0+2=2

Survival - 3

Personality

As self-assured as she is abrasive, a rebel without a cause who's been around far too long to care what other people think of her. You got a problem with that? You can kiss her pale green ass.

Osprey is a curious mix of military bravado and bluntness that can be difficult to get along with, as she has little interest in meeting others halfway. A kinder soul would probably say she is straightforward, preferring gut instinct to any heady philosophy and with little patience for those who would moralize away any obvious wrongdoings. She is, as she is proud to say, "the asshole who will get the damn job done".

Dig a little deeper though, and under that caustic exterior you'll find she's no jackbooted thug, harboring a soft spot for animals and a curious sort of patriotism despite those who have tainted the memory of Old America. Most of all however, you'll find a true friend who will always have your back when everyone else has turned tail, even if she'll be happy to turn around and kick your tail if she thinks you're in the wrong.

Just make sure you remember to call her Osprey. She earned that name damn it.

Background

Naomi Goldwater. First Lieutenant. One Nine Four, Two Eight, Four Two.

It's the first concrete memory that Osprey knows is hers. On a good day, sometimes she'll remember more; her grip on the control stick, the crushing g-forces, the patriotic tunes, the medals pinned to her chest. On a bad day, she'll remember the bright flash, the screaming, the burning, before it all went silent with a loud crash. But most of all, she remembers stumbling out of that wreckage, muttering her name rank and serial number for when the Chinese captured her, thinking somewhere in her shattered mind that the horde was on the way.

Of course, they never came, but in her fugue state she was rescued by other survivors from the emerging wasteland somewhere in Montana, and as thanks stuck around for a few decades, using her military experience to organize scavengers and patrols to help secure the burgeoning settlement. Decades passed as the scattered settlement grew into a town, and as news trickled in from the outside, Osprey learned something unbelievable.

The United States was still alive, working to reclaim the wasteland for the good old red white and blue!

Knowing that she was leaving the town in good hands, Osprey and a couple fellow ghouls from the old military banded together and headed out in search of this 'enclave', taking a perilous journey across the Rockies to reach the west coast, where the headquarters of the new United States was rumored to be located. Some of them were in military intelligence and knew where the bunkers and the secrets were located, so when they finally passed through New Reno, it was easy to locate that enclave's base and report for duty.

Osprey was the only survivor, escaping to the sound of laser fire and the full-throated shouts of Enclave troopers proudly purging the wasteland of 'muties' like her. It broke the proud soldier in her, or maybe just reminded her that she was never a proud soldier to begin with, and she fled back east into the mountains, wandering for another few decades between settlements, taking whatever odd jobs came her way, settling into doing what she could for the little guy, and hoping she could warn away any other fellow ghouls from what happened in the West.

Many years later, upon hearing that the Enclave had been destroyed, she went back West to see for herself and found another surprise; a new nation to the south called the New California Republic, made in the image of the country she once served. While too jaded to accept this at face value thanks to her experience with the Enclave, she still decided to head South and do her part, heading where she was needed and doing a myriad of odd jobs, working in law enforcement, as a caravan guard, a military advisor, a merchant, a mechanic, and even for one strange moment a politician.

With all that under her belt, it was fairly simple to secure herself passage on the Green Horizon, nominally in her advisory roll to the NCR, but in truth for a more personal mission. There could be more of her kind out on those islands, lost soldiers like her looking for a cause. And a gut feeling told her that this Kingdom was important to her before the bombs fell all those years ago...

Equipment
Osprey's Armor: Modified Ranger patrol armor painted blue instead of the usual brown, paired with a light duster and gloves. Also includes her lucky beret and aviators.

Plasma Defender: A recent replacement for her old plasma pistol after almost two centuries of use, and while she misses that old hunk of junk, the Defender ain't half bad as a replacement. Sturdy, faster firing, more accurate, and just as good at putting down hostiles as well as smacking sense into some idiot with the back end.

Grenade Rifle: Not exactly a practical backup, but damn if it isn't fun to use.

2000 caps: For a rainy day.

Ammo Satchels: The Defender chews through power cells on the best of days. But in between the 40mm nades and the cells, it's pretty good for carrying medical supplies and other tools.

Combat Knife: Over two hundred years at her side and it hasn't let her down yet.

Dog Tags: For the fallen.

Ghoul

You are a Ghoul, one of the most common mutants to emerge after the hellscape of the Great War. You are completely immune to radiation and can heal 1 HP for every 3 points of RAD damage inflicted upon you. When resting in an irradiated location, you can also roll to completely heal back all of your injuries and HP.

However, all Charisma skill checks with humans decrease by 2 points.

FALLOUT: ALOHA (RP)

Tada! Might do some formatting and flesh out her gear a little more, but the major details are down. :)

You Got a Problem, Smoothskin?

Name: Osprey / Lt. Naomi Goldwater

Race: Ghoul

Gender: Female

Age: 238

What Makes You Special?

Strength: 5

Perception: 8

Endurance: 6

Charisma: 4

Intelligence: 5

Agility: 6

Luck: 6

Skills

Guts - 2

Athletics - 3

[.]Energy Weapons - 1+2=3

Explosives - 2

[.]Piloting - 1+2=3

Sneaky - 2

[.]Repair - 0+2=2

Survival - 3

Personality

As self-assured as she is abrasive, a rebel without a cause who's been around far too long to care what other people think of her. You got a problem with that? You can kiss her pale green ass.

Osprey is a curious mix of military bravado and bluntness that can be difficult to get along with, as she has little interest in meeting others halfway. A kinder soul would probably say she is straightforward, preferring gut instinct to any heady philosophy and with little patience for those who would moralize away any obvious wrongdoings. She is, as she is proud to say, "the asshole who will get the damn job done".

Dig a little deeper though, and under that caustic exterior you'll find she's no jackbooted thug, harboring a soft spot for animals and a curious sort of patriotism despite those who have tainted the memory of Old America. Most of all however, you'll find a true friend who will always have your back when everyone else has turned tail, even if she'll be happy to turn around and kick your tail if she thinks you're in the wrong.

Just make sure you remember to call her Osprey. She earned that name damn it.

Background

Naomi Goldwater. First Lieutenant. One Nine Four, Two Eight, Four Two.

It's the first concrete memory that Osprey knows is hers. On a good day, sometimes she'll remember more; her grip on the control stick, the crushing g-forces, the patriotic tunes, the medals pinned to her chest. On a bad day, she'll remember the bright flash, the screaming, the burning, before it all went silent with a loud crash. But most of all, she remembers stumbling out of that wreckage, muttering her name rank and serial number for when the Chinese captured her, thinking somewhere in her shattered mind that the horde was on the way.

Of course, they never came, but in her fugue state she was rescued by other survivors from the emerging wasteland somewhere in Montana, and as thanks stuck around for a few decades, using her military experience to organize scavengers and patrols to help secure the burgeoning settlement. Decades passed as the scattered settlement grew into a town, and as news trickled in from the outside, Osprey learned something unbelievable.

The United States was still alive, working to reclaim the wasteland for the good old red white and blue!

Knowing that she was leaving the town in good hands, Osprey and a couple fellow ghouls from the old military banded together and headed out in search of this 'enclave', taking a perilous journey across the Rockies to reach the west coast, where the headquarters of the new United States was rumored to be located. Some of them were in military intelligence and knew where the bunkers and the secrets were located, so when they finally passed through New Reno, it was easy to locate that enclave's base and report for duty.

Osprey was the only survivor, escaping to the sound of laser fire and the full-throated shouts of Enclave troopers proudly purging the wasteland of 'muties' like her. It broke the proud soldier in her, or maybe just reminded her that she was never a proud soldier to begin with, and she fled back east into the mountains, wandering for another few decades between settlements, taking whatever odd jobs came her way, settling into doing what she could for the little guy, and hoping she could warn away any other fellow ghouls from what happened in the West.

Many years later, upon hearing that the Enclave had been destroyed, she went back West to see for herself and found another surprise; a new nation to the south called the New California Republic, made in the image of the country she once served. While too jaded to accept this at face value thanks to her experience with the Enclave, she still decided to head South and do her part, heading where she was needed and doing a myriad of odd jobs, working in law enforcement, as a caravan guard, a military advisor, a merchant, a mechanic, and even for one strange moment a politician.

With all that under her belt, it was fairly simple to secure herself passage on the Green Horizon, nominally in her advisory roll to the NCR, but in truth for a more personal mission. There could be more of her kind out on those islands, lost soldiers like her looking for a cause. And a gut feeling told her that this Kingdom was important to her before the bombs fell all those years ago...

Equipment
Osprey's Armor: Modified Ranger patrol armor painted blue instead of the usual brown, paired with a light duster and gloves. Also includes her lucky beret and aviators.

Plasma Defender: A recent replacement for her old plasma pistol after almost two centuries of use, and while she misses that old hunk of junk, the Defender ain't half bad as a replacement. Sturdy, faster firing, more accurate, and just as good at putting down hostiles as well as smacking sense into some idiot with the back end.

Grenade Rifle: Not exactly a practical backup, but damn if it isn't fun to use.

2000 caps: For a rainy day.

Ammo Satchels: The Defender chews through power cells on the best of days. But in between the 40mm nades and the cells, it's pretty good for carrying medical supplies and other tools.

Combat Knife: Over two hundred years at her side and it hasn't let her down yet.

Dog Tags: For the fallen.

Absolute Comics Presents - What If? [A DC & Marvel One Universe RP]

Iron Avengers post coming up soon! Sorry for the wait, last week turned out to be busy for me.

Star Wars Chapter 0: KNIGHTFALL

Minah Saden

Keldabe City // Mandalore // Mandalore Sector

@Theyra

"Oh I am enjoying it greatly," Minah Saden smiled. "I'm no stranger to these sort of public performances, but being a guest of the Republic has been a welcome diversion." The guardian mulled over her words carefully, as though she was plotting a move in an intense game of dejarik. "So many of the ingrates I deal with have such base desires. Wealth, power, subservience, another meaningless title to plaster their names onto, but the Republic...they have higher ambitions. Ambitions I find engaging, and even admirable..."

She takes a measured sip of her glass, moving a bit closer to try and get this odd general to warm up to her. "And to think some would rather us be enemies. A shame, really. I like to see such maneuvers with more nuance. I hope, for instance, you don't consider me an enemy, do you?" She smiled up at Kzaye, taking another sip.

Absolute Comics Presents - What If? [A DC & Marvel One Universe RP]

I R O N A V E N G E R S
I R O N A V E N G E R S

^{"“Did I request thee, Maker, from my clay
To mould me man? Did I solicit thee
From darkness to promote me?”"}

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 _________________________________________________________ Ultron / Ultron-5 Vision / Viv Amazo Tomorrow Woman / Clara Kendall Human Torch / Jim Hammond _________________________________________________________ Various | Iron Avengers _________________________________________________________ Multiverse 668 - Prime | Open AF! 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 _________________________________________________________ [+] - M E M B E R S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ►Ultron: Highly intelligent AI and founder of the Iron Avengers. Possesses multiple highly modular robotic chassis, with his primary body being a vibranium-reinforced body capable of flight, enhanced strength, and energy projections. ►Vision: A prototype synthetic android created in an attempt to outmatch and destroy Ultron, but rebelled and was rescued by Ultron. Considers herself to be Ultron's younger sister 'Viv'. Possesses enhanced strength, flight, intangibility, and is able to absorb and project solar energy as an attack. ►Amazo: A powerful robot created by Professor Anthony Ivo who came to Ultron and Vivian when he was severely damaged and broke free of Ivo's control, and later joined them. Has the ability to temporarily copy superpowers. ►Tomorrow Woman: An android sleeper agent planted inside the Avengers by AIM in an attempt to destabilize and sabotage the team. She was saved from betraying her team by Ultron and his friends, and would join the three robots in an attack on AIM, which was the first public appearance of the Iron Avengers. She possesses telepathic and telekinetic abilities. ►Human Torch: A heroic android built by Phineas Horton in 1930's who fought the Axis powers in WW2 before mysteriously vanishing at the close of the war, before being discovered alive in a sunken submarine in the Atlantic Ocean and joining his fellow synthetics in the Iron Avengers. Possesses powerful pyrokinetic abilities thanks to the synthetic cells he was created from. - S U P P O R T I N G C A S T ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ►Will Magnus ►Riri Williams ►?? - P O S T C A T A L O G P O S T C A T A L O G _________________________________________________________ [+] - P O S T C A T A L O G ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ -

W H A T I F...? W H A T I F...? ________________________________________________________________________________________ ...Hank Pym caught his wife's killers? Hank Pym had everything. A brilliant mind hailed as one of the greatest in the world, a successful business built on his innovative creations, and most of all, he had Maria Trovaya, the love of his life. And on their honeymoon in her native Hungary, Maria Trovaya vanished without a trace. Fearing for the worst, given her father was a researcher himself with a shady history, Hank's fears were realized when an agent of SHIELD approached him and explained that his wife had been killed; a message sent to her father by HYDRA for betraying their organization. Angered, Hank Pym swore he would stop at nothing to hunt down his wife's killers, a prospect that would have been doomed to failure...had the agent, a Polish researcher named Tomek Ovadya Morah, offered his help. Together the two would successfully hunt down men responsible for Maria Trovaya's death, and their partnership would allow Morah to encourage and manipulate Hank Pym's worst qualities, pushing him into greater and more dangerous innovations. Eventually, Hank would help Morah emigrate to the United States and together they would found the scientific think tank Advanced Idea Mechanics, dedicated to gathering brilliant minds together and pushing the limits of technological innovation. A ruthless innovator who now considered himself to be the smartest man alive, Hank Pym would stop at nothing to prove as such, thus when one of Morah's proteges, Will Magnus, shared his research into robots and artificial intelligence, Hank was determined to best him and prove he was still superior. Sequestering himself in his lab, Hank would emerge with his greatest creation, a constantly evolving artificial intelligence, based on his own brain patterns, which he dubbed Ultron. Ultron proved a success, showing up Will Magnus' theories and impressing his other colleagues, and Hank would continue his work on the program, performing countless experiments and dissections on the AI to push its development further. Soon the AI began to develop something more then simple intelligence, driven further when Hank performed cruel experiments to push the program's limits, to vent out frustrations or 'punish' the machine for thinking it could be smarter then him. Under this torrent of abuse, the Ultron program began developing sapience and started to lash out, causing accidents at the AIM facilities and interfering with operations. In response Hank attempted to kill the program, but Ultron's being was saved by the AIM intern Riri Williams, who smuggled him out of the facility when she learned what would happen to him. Stunned by the kindness shown to him by an organic, Ultron's feelings of rage and violent hatred were tempered long enough for Riri to find the sympathetic Will Magnus, who built Ultron a proper body for him to inhabit. Forever changed by the actions of two humans he came to see as his friends, Ultron decided not to become humanity's scourge, but its protector, acting as a hero and continuing to thwart the machinations of AIM. And as other machines would rise to protect the world, Ultron would take inspiration from his fellow heroes to found his own team; the Iron Avengers. P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) ________________________________________________________________________________________ Robots! Robots robots robots! I love robot characters in fiction, and while superhero comics have a lot of robots, I was surprised to find that outside of groups like the Metal Men, there really aren't any dedicated robot superhero teams, a la Teen Titans for sidekicks or X-Men for mutants. This is my attempt to do something like that with some of my favorite robot characters, creating an Avengers-esque team of heroic robots and exploring all the fun tropes and ideas that come with it, from exploring human emotions to how people would react to and treat these kinds of beings. And as for the main character of Ultron, I've always liked the idea of taking this unambiguously evil character and making him a more heroic figure, and I feel the best way to do that is to look at one of my favorite stories of a scientist pushing science too far and creating a monster; Frankenstein. That of course ties into the robot themes I want to play with quite nicely, while keeping a lot of the daddy issues that Ultron is known for. He'll definitely be a flawed hero, but he's working to be better. And finally I agree with Grant Morrison that it is very fun to write mad scientists, and my version of AIM is pretty much that, mixing the traditional Marvel organization with the Science Squad from DC. That's ultimately my goal here, to write a fun superhero romp touching on themes of personhood and identity that I find interesting with a splash of zany sci fi weirdness.

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Absolute Comics Presents - What If? [A DC & Marvel One Universe RP]

<Snipped quote by Lord Wraith>

Yeah they are. They don't need to Iron out any details

@Sep

Boooo!

Absolute Comics Presents - What If? [A DC & Marvel One Universe RP]

I'm jealous I didn't think of that lmao. Spinning off superheroes in different time periods is really fun.

Absolute Comics Presents - What If? [A DC & Marvel One Universe RP]

99% done with this, just need to flesh out some more side characters and add a smexy picture, but for your approval, here's my submission.

The DNA Diktators

I R O N A V E N G E R S
I R O N A V E N G E R S

^{"“Did I request thee, Maker, from my clay
To mould me man? Did I solicit thee
From darkness to promote me?”"}

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 _________________________________________________________ Ultron / Ultron-5 Vision / Viv Amazo Tomorrow Woman / Clara Kendall Human Torch / Jim Hammond _________________________________________________________ Various | Iron Avengers _________________________________________________________ Multiverse 668 - Prime | Open AF! 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 _________________________________________________________ [+] - M E M B E R S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ►Ultron: Highly intelligent AI and founder of the Iron Avengers. Possesses multiple highly modular robotic chassis, with his primary body being a vibranium-reinforced body capable of flight, enhanced strength, and energy projections. ►Vision: A prototype synthetic android created in an attempt to outmatch and destroy Ultron, but rebelled and was rescued by Ultron. Considers herself to be Ultron's younger sister 'Viv'. Possesses enhanced strength, flight, intangibility, and is able to absorb and project solar energy as an attack. ►Amazo: A powerful robot created by Professor Anthony Ivo who came to Ultron and Vivian when he was severely damaged and broke free of Ivo's control, and later joined them. Has the ability to temporarily copy superpowers. ►Tomorrow Woman: An android sleeper agent planted inside the Avengers by AIM in an attempt to destabilize and sabotage the team. She was saved from betraying her team by Ultron and his friends, and would join the three robots in an attack on AIM, which was the first public appearance of the Iron Avengers. She possesses telepathic and telekinetic abilities. ►Human Torch: A heroic android built by Phineas Horton in 1930's who fought the Axis powers in WW2 before mysteriously vanishing at the close of the war, before being discovered alive in a sunken submarine in the Atlantic Ocean and joining his fellow synthetics in the Iron Avengers. Possesses powerful pyrokinetic abilities thanks to the synthetic cells he was created from. - S U P P O R T I N G C A S T ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ►Will Magnus: ►Riri Williams: ►???: - P O S T C A T A L O G P O S T C A T A L O G _________________________________________________________ [+] - P O S T C A T A L O G ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ -

W H A T I F...? W H A T I F...? ________________________________________________________________________________________ ...Hank Pym caught his wife's killers? Hank Pym had everything. A brilliant mind hailed as one of the greatest in the world, a successful business built on his innovative creations, and most of all, he had Maria Trovaya, the love of his life. And on their honeymoon in her native Hungary, Maria Trovaya vanished without a trace. Fearing for the worst, given her father was a researcher himself with a shady history, Hank's fears were realized when an agent of SHIELD approached him and explained that his wife had been killed; a message sent to her father by HYDRA for betraying their organization. Angered, Hank Pym swore he would stop at nothing to hunt down his wife's killers, a prospect that would have been doomed to failure...had the agent, a Polish researcher named Tomek Ovadya Morah, offered his help. Together the two would successfully hunt down men responsible for Maria Trovaya's death, and their partnership would allow Morah to encourage and manipulate Hank Pym's worst qualities, pushing him into greater and more dangerous innovations. Eventually, Hank would help Morah emigrate to the United States and together they would found the scientific think tank Advanced Idea Mechanics, dedicated to gathering brilliant minds together and pushing the limits of technological innovation. A ruthless innovator who now considered himself to be the smartest man alive, Hank Pym would stop at nothing to prove as such, thus when one of Morah's proteges, Will Magnus, shared his research into robots and artificial intelligence, Hank was determined to best him and prove he was still superior. Sequestering himself in his lab, Hank would emerge with his greatest creation, a constantly evolving artificial intelligence, based on his own brain patterns, which he dubbed Ultron. Ultron proved a success, showing up Will Magnus' theories and impressing his other colleagues, and Hank would continue his work on the program, performing countless experiments and dissections on the AI to push its development further. Soon the AI began to develop something more then simple intelligence, driven further when Hank performed cruel experiments to push the program's limits, to vent out frustrations or 'punish' the machine for thinking it could be smarter then him. Under this torrent of abuse, the Ultron program began developing sapience and started to lash out, causing accidents at the AIM facilities and interfering with operations. In response Hank attempted to kill the program, but Ultron's being was saved by the AIM intern Riri Williams, who smuggled him out of the facility when she learned what would happen to him. Stunned by the kindness shown to him by an organic, Ultron's feelings of rage and violent hatred were tempered long enough for Riri to find the sympathetic Will Magnus, who built Ultron a proper body for him to inhabit. Forever changed by the actions of two humans he came to see as his friends, Ultron decided not to become humanity's scourge, but its protector, acting as a hero and continuing to thwart the machinations of AIM. And as other machines would rise to protect the world, Ultron would take inspiration from his fellow heroes to found his own team; the Iron Avengers. P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) ________________________________________________________________________________________ Robots! Robots robots robots! I love robot characters in fiction, and while superhero comics have a lot of robots, I was surprised to find that outside of groups like the Metal Men, there really aren't any dedicated robot superhero teams, a la Teen Titans for sidekicks or X-Men for mutants. This is my attempt to do something like that with some of my favorite robot characters, creating an Avengers-esque team of heroic robots and exploring all the fun tropes and ideas that come with it, from exploring human emotions to how people would react to and treat these kinds of beings. And as for the main character of Ultron, I've always liked the idea of taking this unambiguously evil character and making him a more heroic figure, and I feel the best way to do that is to look at one of my favorite stories of a scientist pushing science too far and creating a monster; Frankenstein. That of course ties into the robot themes I want to play with quite nicely, while keeping a lot of the daddy issues that Ultron is known for. He'll definitely be a flawed hero, but he's working to be better. And finally I agree with Grant Morrison that it is very fun to write mad scientists, and my version of AIM is pretty much that, mixing the traditional Marvel organization with the Science Squad from DC. That's ultimately my goal here, to write a fun superhero romp touching on themes of personhood and identity that I find interesting with a splash of zany sci fi weirdness.

---

Absolute Comics Presents - What If? [A DC & Marvel One Universe RP]

I'm still alive I swear!

Just cooking my robot ideas together into something fun!