Lord Wraith

Absolute Comics - Season Two: The Monster Within

Also, no pants. Never pants.
_{EDIT: This is me lamenting over the lack of pants. Not celebrating lol.}

@Retired

Ain't no party like a no pants party.

Absolute Comics - Season Two: The Monster Within

@webboysurf, Iron Man is accepted pending Captain America's retirement.

@The Bork Lazer, Updated Static sheet looks good to me!

@Pacifista, just give me a shout when you have that sample up for Hulk. Sheet is coming along really well!

Absolute Comics - Season Two: The Monster Within

@Lord Wraith

I ended up spending most of yesterday evening working on my application and because of that I was able to finish it a bit earlier than scheduled!

As mentioned earlier, this is my first time making a sheet like this... so to be honest I'm a little bit nervous! That being said if anyone after reading it has any constructive criticism about what I can do better before August - though I do suppose it will be hard to judge from one sample - I'd love to hear from you!

X-23

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T P R O P O S A L

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^{_{L A U R A K I N N E Y ♦ E X - A S S A S S I N ♦ A T L A R G E ♦ I N D E P E N D E N T}}

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

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^{"I just want to be left alone."}

This iteration of Laura was involved with the Facility for a much longer period having served as one of their assassins until she was sixteen/seventeen approximately. Her story beginning just a few weeks after her final bloody departure from the Facility. Beyond that, her origin story will be pretty much the same to anyone familiar with Innocence Lost. The main divergence from established continuity revolves around the removal of the trigger scent. Personally, I find it a kind of boring and the whole “rage virus” thing has been done like a million times. So, in this universe, instead of Doctor Kinney begin killed because of the trigger scent Laura accidentally, kills her during the breakout when she confuses her for an enemy agent in the chaos.

As mentioned previously, Laura’s story begins a few weeks after the breakout. The larger forces of corporate intrigue that the Facility belonged to being hot on her trail looking to recover their lost asset. The pursuit has pushed Laura from the Facility’s laboratory tucked away in the Rocky Mountains towards the American Southwest. What follows is a tale of heat, violence, and blood.

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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My first real exposure to thr world of comic books as a kid was X-Men: Evolution and the first real run of a comic that I followed religiously was Marjorie Liu's X:23, so it's safe to say that the X-Men particularly X-23 hold a special place in my heart. I feel than for my first foray with this style of game, that I would pick a character and sub-section of the universe that I knew well. I've also always been more of a fan of street level characters as opposed to bigger names like Superman or Ironman, because I feel that I just relate and can write better with a more down-to-earth focus, but at the same time Laura's powers will allow her to be able to get into scraps with more powerful foes later on if needed.

Laura at the start of her story is very much a misanthrope. This misanthropic mindset is reflected in her initial motivations and goals being driven exclusively by self-interest. Her mindset is less of a superhero and more of somebody who just wants to be left alone. The initial arc for season two that I have planned is aimed to developed her from this stance of inaction to something much more proactive. This change at first being motivated by revenge and anger, slowly morphing over time to reflect a growing desire to help people and a movement away from that misanthropic mindset.

Thematically I'm most inspired by Marjorie Liu's take on Laura but beyond that I will be taking notes from an ever-growing reference pool. First of those is Logan which in my opinion is the pinnacle of a modern, more grounded take on the X-Men formula. And like Logan, I will also be taking some cues from westerns particularly contemporary takes on the genre: All the Pretty Horses, No Country for Old Men, the Kate Shugak novels etc. Also perhaps most surprisingly is the influence of cyberpunk. At first glance the contemporary setting of superheroes and super villains doesn't fit the traditional mold of a gibsonian dystopia, but at the heart of Laura's story is a struggle that cyberpunk was built around, the struggle of the little guy against the massive unmoving weight of powerful corporations such as the ones' behind the Facility.

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

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Supporting Cast

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✘ Remy Etienne LeBeau - The mutant mercenary known as Gambit. Initially hired by the Facility to bring Laura in.

✘ Jubilation "Jubilee" Lee - Another mutant that Laura runs into during her travels. A member of the underground mutant movement known as the Morlocks. The pep to her not pep.

✘ Julian Keller - Another member of the Morlocks. Kinda an edge-lord.

✘ Masque - The mysterious leader of the Southwestern Morlock chapter. An anarchist of sorts that sees the only way forward for Mutant kind is violence.

✘ Doctor Sarah Kinney - Geneticist & Surrogate mother of Laura. Accidentally killed by Laura during her escape. Still around though. As a manifestation of Laura's guilt? A ghost? Who the hell knows.

✘ Martin Sutter - CEO of Sutter Heavy Industries, One of the main benefactors of the Facility.

✘ Donald Pierce - Cyborg Mercenary also hired by the facility to bring Laura in.

✘ Kimura - Laura's former handler. Currently in charge of the operation to bring her in.

S A M P L E P O S T:

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Corporal Jeramiah “Wash” Trujillo rode shotgun as the truck belonging to the Sheriff's Department sped on through the desert night. Sergeant Bridget Reid sat in the driver’s seat next to him watching the open stretch of highway ahead of them with a stony silence. It had been close to four years since Trujillo had moved south from Tacoma, but even still the sheer emptiness of the Mojave, especially at night, still managed to surprise him. Sometimes you would go hours before headlights would appear on the horizon, only for the vehicle to pass on by just as quickly as it appeared. When he pointed this out to other members on the force, they predictably teased him about it. They gave him warnings that the quiet was only there to lull you into a false sense of security until the ghosts or aliens snatched you up. Trujillo was the resident city boy after all, despite his insistence that Tacoma was small compared to the likes of Seattle and Spokane and even more to Gotham or Metropolis. The corporal’s protests fell on deaf ears though, it didn’t matter if you were an overworked port officer, you were still a member of the coastal elite.

Maybe that is why Trujillo enjoyed running with Reid so much, she didn’t say shit. Trujillo’s own journey through the department’s well-greased rumor mill delivered the same old story – Reid was the lead on a case revolving around some sicko who hitchhiked on the railroad to get around and had a penchant to chopping up schoolgirls and fucking their corpses. After that it was a lot of staring off into the distance and morbid conversations from Reid. Whatever jovial seed that had once nestled itself within the sergeant’s bosom had long since shriveled up and died. A psychiatric evaluation after the fact suggested that Reid talked to somebody, but she apparently walked out of her first appointment with the shrink. The higher ups in the Department let her stay on though, driven by their throbbing hard-ons for picturesque efficiency, they only cared in as much as it kept the proverbial trains running on time and luckily for them Reid only got more efficient after the incident not less.

Reid spit a chewed and saliva ridden ball of gum into her thermos before she wiped at her mouth with a sleeve and spoke, “Why’d you come out to the desert Wash?”

“Guess I just wanted a change of pace.” Trujillo lied, caught off guard by his partner’s sudden interest.

Trujillo knew if he had the chance, he’d be back in Tacoma quicker than a shit after a bad case of food poisoning. The emphasis though was on the word chance and the problem was he never would have one, not as long as the Russians were still running amok in the port. Everyone knew that the russkaya mafiya used the port to smuggle drugs, people, and weapons from the Russian East to the American West and vice-versa. Trujillo just had the shit luck of being on shift the night when Ivan and friends were dealing with a business partner of theirs. They were considerate enough to not shoot him right then and there when he stumbled upon the scene. Instead they provided him with an ultimatum, which was made all the more persuasive by the Glock barrel that they lovingly placed into his mouth. They were never to see Trujillo again or next time they wouldn’t be so kind with their offering.

“This your idea of a fun time then? Riding out into the desert to catch some kids getting their rocks off by setting fires?” Reid mused referring to their current assignment.

It was a “granny call” – some old senior having seen something scary in the night and now the department had to go look at it. Mister Willoughby who lived on the edge of town saw smoke in the distance and frantically dialed in. The pair after an unlucky drawing of straws was sent out to investigate to see if the fire department needed to be called up. As it was easier to send two grunts from the Sheriff’s department out there than potentially sending out a fully supplied fire truck that couldn’t get back to town as quickly if a fire broke out.

“What makes you say they are kids?” Trujillo questioned.

Reid shrugged. “It’s 3:00 AM on a Tuesday Wash, everyone else has lives to attend to.”

They turned off the highway; the truck’s frame rumbling as tires rode across unpaved dirt. As the road vanished behind them, so too did the last signs of civilization. Ahead of them was only rocks, scrubland, and the occasional prickly bushel of a low-lying cactus that merged the border between the two. On the horizon ahead of them, Trujillo could see a dark plume of smoke faintly illuminated by the tendrils of a creeping orange glow that hung on the horizon, the smoke growing fainter as it drifted away from the glow and into a tar tinted night sky. Trujillo whistled at the sight before he spoke.

“Fuck, maybe old man Willoughby isn’t going senile after all.”

Reid didn’t offer any comment.

As the truck rounded a final hill, Trujillo’s eyes widened. Below them in the remnants of a dried-up riverbed was a scene of carnage.

The hulking shells of two black SUVs sat in the riverbed, one of them sprawled out on its side and the other flipped completely on its back, flames licking upwards from the wreckage. Pieces of the two vehicles lay scattered across the scene reminding Trujillo of old pictures of bomb craters from school textbooks. Intermingled with the scattered shrapnel were dark shapes that were vaguely humanoid in appearance all inert. As the truck crept closer, Trujillo reached a hand down towards the pistol at his waist.

Reid pulled the key out of the ignition. The headlights blinked out of existence leaving only the fire from the crashed truck to illuminate the scene. Trujillo looked towards his partner and they shared a glance of silent acknowledgment before they opened the doors. Trujillo drew his flashlight from his belt and his pistol from its holster as he surveyed the scene. As he stood watched out of the corner of his eyes, he could see Reid pull out the shotgun from the mount on the truck’s rearview mirror. The two stood in silence as they swept the area for any signs of movement, but there was only the flicker of the flames. Nodding to one another, the sergeant and the corporal moved down the slight incline into the riverbed their safeties turned off.

As they got close to the nearest body Trujillo knelt to get a better look. The poor sap was dressed in heavy black body armor from head to toe. His helmet’s visor had been punctured through in two places with great force, slowly congealing blood dripped from the jagged holes left behind. Trujillo deduced that he was a PMC of some kind judging from his gear alone. A set of heavy bandoliers were attached to his armor containing several clips of extra ammo. The firearm though wasn’t anywhere near the body. Looking down at the body, Trujillo realized that he was crawling towards something, one arm reaching out towards a bush a few feet away.

He traced the reaching trajectory of the dead man’s arm and found a gun. It was a TSB17-9 submachine gun. The barrel had been sliced clean off from the gun landing a few feet away. Kicking the gun over with his foot, he noticed a pair of black padded fingers that still gripped the trigger, severed from the hand that was holding it. The corporal recoiled in shock as he fought against the bile that was forcing its way up his throat. Taking a slow breath, he slowly stepped away from the mangled weapon and appendages.

Trujillo made his way towards Reid who was currently examining the SUV turned on its side. As he crossed the riverbed, he watched the horizon and listened. There was still nothing, but the crackle of the fire from the other vehicle. The flames were spreading out now. The fire licked at the edge of the surrounding shrubs and a few of the corpses.

Trujillo turned his attention back to Reid and the unconsumed SUV. The vehicle’s tinted windshield had a hole in the center like something vaguely humanoid had burst through it. There was a woman in the driver seat dressed in a similar get up to the other corpse he had examined. He noted that the only difference was that this one didn’t have a helmet on, instead a black beret. His eyes though were fixated slightly below the head at the woman’s neck which had been shredded open. He stood there and thought about that for a minute, thought about what could do something like that.

Reid came back around towards the front having examined the vehicle’s cabin. Her face was pale, but her voice remained steady.

“Three more bodies in the back. All the upholstery is torn to shit as well.”

“What the hell is all this Reid?” Trujillo asked shaking his head.

“I have no idea Wash… This isn’t normal, not one bit.”

“Do we at least know who they are?”

“People with a lot of money that’s who. Not even the cartels pack this much heat.”

“There are more bodies beyond the burning wreck. Maybe they might give us a clue.”

Trujillo turned away from the SUV and trudged further up the riverbed. As he marched along, he shined his flashlight across the ground. There was a lot of blood, discharged bullet shells, and footprints. Judging from the amount of clutter, he began to get a picture of the events that transpired. Whatever survivors there where from the two wrecks moved in pursuit of something and whatever the something was it was fighting back. And judging from the corpses that lined the trail he was following that something was winning.

He passed four more bodies and stopped at the fifth that was furthest out. Still dressed in the same body armor, the man had managed to brace himself up against a rock. Resting in his lap was a shotgun pointed away from the wreckage. The shotgun had a short barrel and it was fitted with a pistol stock and a twenty round drum magazine. A blood-stained tactical knife lay not far from him having been tossed to the ground. There was a singular large puncture wound in his left leg just above the Popliteal artery and there was about a dozen more similar wounds each in pairs of two across the armor. It seemed that this man had managed to hold out longer than his other compatriots, trying to prop up his shotgun with his dying breaths. Trujillo didn’t know if such dedication was admirable or tragic.

He squatted down next to the dead man and followed the direction of his gaze. Leading out of the riverbed was more footprints and more blood. The footprints were different from the heavy imprints left by the soldiers’ combat boots. They were lighter, smaller, and belonged to somebody that was wearing no shoes at all. They must have belonged to the last man standing whomever they were. The footprints were erratic and staggered in a limping gait and there was a lot of blood. They couldn’t have made it all that far.

Trujillo scrambled up the short incline that lead out of the riverbed. He paused at the apex and looked back. Reid was checking over the other bodies as the smoke continued to belch into the sky. He paused and listened again as he watched the country. There was nothing: no sound, no movement. Not even the buzz of flies coming to nest on the corpses. He wasn’t sure if the place was cursed or sacred. Either way, he felt like an intruder.

The ground ahead of him was disturbed having fallen downward in a miniature rockslide. The footprints stopped at the edge, but the blood continued. He could see a pair of handprints where somebody caught themselves after a tumble. The trail continued like that. The heavy imprint of a body dragging itself across the ground like some large snake. The movement had aggregated whatever wounds they had received as there was more blood now. Dark heavy streaks tinted brown as it mixed with the desert dust.

Can’t be far now. Nobody can survive losing that much blood. Trujillo thought to himself.

The trail brought him to the foot of another small hill. There at its base was a small dark shape. The beam of his flashlight uncovered another body. He watched the body for a long time. His gun was trained on the corpse watching for any movement. Satisfied he crept on forward to get a better look.

The girl was curled up in such a way that she reminded Trujillo of a sleeping dog. A trail of blood smeared with dust went halfway up the hill before stopping. She had pale skin and long black hair, and both were matted with blood. Her black t-shirt was riddled with stab wounds and bullet holes and her black jeans were in a similar state. Yet Trujillo couldn’t make out any visible injuries.

He took another breath and holstered his weapon. He could feel his hands shake as he reached out to place a pair of fingers on the girl’s neck.

_badump^badump_badump^badump

The pulse was slow and strong. The girl was still alive.

Trujillo gripped the trigger on the radio receiver clipped to his shoulder and spoke.

“Reid, you are gonna want to come and see this.”

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

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Coming Soonish?

@Techne

I don't believe this is your first time. That was a great read! Definitely looking forward to seeing what you bring to the table.

I will happily accept the sheet at the end of the waiting period. In case you missed it in the rules, due to some characters being more popular than others, we delay acceptances to give other players a chance to compete. If no claim of competition is made in the next twenty hours, you're in.

But uh, I wouldn't want to be competing with a sheet as well written as yours.

Absolute Comics - Season Two: The Monster Within

<Snipped quote by Hillan>

I mean, I prefer Grammar God, but...

@Retired

Where's my copypasta...

Absolute Comics - Season Two: The Monster Within

@BlackSam3091, I see you lurking!

Absolute Comics - Season Two: The Monster Within

Still looking to add new players to the roster as we move into Season Two!

If you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask them and I'll happily provide an answer.

Absolute Comics - Season Two: The Monster Within

So let me get this straight, you want someone to continue the Supergirl with the current concept? Just to make sure but is Inkarnate ok with that cause I know some people might not like someone taking over their character. In the end it is your role play but just something you might want to consider.

@IceHeart

You'd be free to make the character your own but ideally in such a way that wouldn't ignore everything Inkarnate accomplished before leaving. I realize in most RPs this would be extremely unconventional and if the character was an original creation, I would never ask that of anyone. But as the character is 'Supergirl', I feel it's a bit different.

Yeah, it's fine. Me no longer being a part of the game has no bearing on someone picking up where I left off and taking it in a different direction.

@Inkarnate

Much appreciate the blessing either way though.

Absolute Comics - Season Two: The Monster Within

Yeah, let's just shame the new guy out of applying.
_{I support this idea, but only because it's Hillan's friend.}

@Retired

All the work I put into recruiting new people and you're already trying to scare the poor guy away.

Absolute Comics - Season Two: The Monster Within

There are more than a few big-name Avengers and Leaguers that are not yet spoken for.

EDIT: Here's ten examples:

Black Panther
Vision
Carol Danvers
Hawkeye
(As of a week ago) Wonder Woman
(As of a week ago) Green Arrow
Aquaman
Martian Manhunter
Red Tornado
Captain Marvel/Shazam, technically speaking

@Retired

I don't know if I'd call Red Tornado a big name.

Absolute Comics - Season Two: The Monster Within

@Lord Wraith Cool! I was already imagining Zsasz being older...it would make him more unique.

@Zoey White

Alright sounds good.