Lord Wraith

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

@Lord Wraith, the Guardians of the Galaxy are accepted.

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

H O U R M A N
H O U R M A N

^{"Tick, Tock
Johnny May Be On-the-spot
But its Rick's Shot
The Man of the Hour IS HERE..."}

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 _________________________________________________________ Rick Tyler _________________________________________________________ Unemployed - Aspiring Artist | Justice Society of America _________________________________________________________ Multiverse 668 - Prime | JSA is... Open 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 _________________________________________________________ [+] - T H E D R U G - M I R A C L O ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► The people who have been known as 'Hourman' have done so by taking the drug, Miraclo. Invented by chemist Rex Tyler, Miraclo provides its user with immense strength, durabilty, speed, agility and endurance enhancements for one hour. At the conclusion of this hour the waste toxins generated by the body are naturally eliminated from the bloodstream in a process that lasts twenty-three hours. Rex Tyler, later in his career, began to alter the drug so that the active ingredients would only allow the drug to function if the user possessed twenty genetic markers unique to Rex's DNA sequencing, in an attempt to make the pills useless to anyone who wasn't him. It has since become apparent that seven of the specific genetic markers he chose to use are shared by his grandson Rick, and were enough to activate the drug, albeit in a limited capacity. The current Miraclo pills Rick takes do not possess that same significant limitation, but whilst his current pills are not perfectly matched to suit his own body's chemistry, they are slightly less effective than his grandfather's were. - J . S . A . T E A M & A S S O R T E D N O T E S J . S . A . T E A M & A S S O R T E D N O T E S _________________________________________________________ [+] - O R I G I N A L J . S . A . ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Alan Scott - The Green Lantern Jay Garrick - The Flash Ted Grant - Wildcat Kent Nelson - Doctor Fate The Spectre Ted Knight - Starman Carter Hall - Hawkman Rex Tyler - Hourman Al Pratt - The Atom Prince Namor The Sub-Mariner Wesley Dodds - The Sandman Elizabeth "Libby" Lawrence - Liberty Belle Charles McNider - Doctor Mid-Nite Johnny Chambers - Johnny Quick Dinah Drake - Black Canary Terry Sloane - Mister Terrific Jeff Mace - The Patriot Robert Frank - The Whizzer Madeline Joyce - Miss America Bruce Dickson - The Thin Man The Red Raven Jack Frost Professor Elton Morrow - Blue Diamond John Sargent - Sargon the Sorcerer Larry Jordan - Air Wave Johnny Thunder Sandra Knight - The Phantom Lady - C U R R E N T J . S . A . ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Rick Tyler - Hourman Sanderson Hawkins - Sandman Beth Chapel - Doctor Mid-Nite Courtney Whitmore - Stargirl (Pending @DocTachyon app) - Wildcat Pat Dugan - S.T.R.I.P.E - J . S . A . N O T E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► The J.S.A. is less an individual unit or fighting force, and more a network of likeminded heroic types, with a loose affiliation who will collaborate to take down threats, villainous types and thwart crimes. Some have closer relationships than others and are more likely to engage in team ups, like any group. As such there's a far smaller fairly regular 'core' whilst others might throw their hands in when time or the situation permits. All are united in a common motivation though, and the name J.S.A has meaning for all who have ever been a part of it in any capacity. - 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 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ -

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 ________________________________________________________________________________________ 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 (Yes. Even more than that bloated monstrosity of a team list on the left). 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. 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 ________________________________________________________________________________________ Rex Tyler - World War II 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's "Super Soldier Program", headed by Doctor Abraham Erskine sought to create a new breed of super soldiers, altering a man's fundamental makeup through a thorough precise 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 would never be 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 as a public project, but began on others. Developing more effective sulfa tablets for frontline medical use, 'stimulant' pills to contend with Nazis recent innovation of amphetamine usage, gas decontamination pills (which when news of their discovery was leaked, and their effects embellished, 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. And in the other twenty-three hours, 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 held 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 were capable of, 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 already had a significant numbers advantage and were steadily encroaching upon Berlin. But there was still a task that these fine young men and women of the JSA would be able to lend 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 this group of men and women who had begun to be known as part of the wider Justice Society of America. Whilst the Howling Commandos and other Allied troops 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... Austin Tyler - Company Man 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 than his playboy father, 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. Rick Tyler - Hourman 2000 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.

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@Hound55

I think it's safe to say that Hourman is accepted.

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

I should have my app wrapped up and knocked on the head by tomorrow.

@Hound55

Hoping to do the same myself.

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

@Master Bruce is also accepted as it has been over 24hrs and no other interest has been expressed for Spider-Man.

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

As both @Byrd Man and @Roman's Batmen are set in their own multiverses, I'm going to go ahead and give them an early acceptance.

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

_{| EARTH-668}

^{__NOT SO LONG AGO, IN A GALAXY NOT SO FAR AWAY...}

Smoke coupled with the smell of ash and weapons fire rose into the violet sky that surrounded the world of Centuri VI. Three of its moons were still visible, sitting high in the sky, unobscured by the sun even at midday. Despite never having had contact with Earth, Centuri VI’s architecture was incredibly similar to that found in some regions of the Terran Homeworld.

The Capitol; the home of the Centurii’s governing democracy, had seen better days. Buildings made of materials comparable to limestone and marble had been damaged from the sonic blasts of the insurgents’ weaponry. Entire buildings had been reduced to nothing more than rubble from the attack.

At the heart of the Capitol lay the Senate, Centuri VI’s governing body. The dome-shaped roof was supported by a series of columns that circled the building, raising it high above the ground. The Senators had been brought out one at a time, forced to kneel and wait. For what?

They did not know.

Each governing body member exchanged nervous glances with those on their left and right. Any cries for help were silenced immediately, and equally so any pleas for mercy. The armoured insurgents showed no signs of sympathy for the Senators.

Centuri VI had been a democracy for almost as long as recorded history existed. A planet made up predominantly of philosophers and artists, they had long considered themselves to be past the needless bloodshed of war. But unrest had spread across not only the Capitol but the world as a whole and soon the insurgents had enough numbers to go to war.

This was the closest any of the Senators had ever come to a violent death. Tear-stained eyes were drawn towards the foreign weapons held by the insurgents. Neither the arms nor armour were of Centurii make. It was this advantage that had allowed their smaller numbers to quickly overwhelm the world’s governments.

The steady hum of a skiff echoed down the street as the sleek craft appeared within view. The narrow vehicle flew above the ground, the brake flaps deploying before it came to a sudden stop only yards from the line of soon-to-be executed men.

Atop the craft, a towering figure in black armour began to descend towards the ground. Wings appeared from the back of his suit allowing him to glide towards the ground before marching towards the Senators. Following behind him was a tall, lean figure.

But they were not Centurii.

<“I see you took some time to use our gift for personal gain. Has your team located the fugitives?”> The figure asked, gesturing towards the restrained men with one of its four arms.

<“By my honour, your fugitives are not among my people.”> The armoured figure replied, his helm retracting to reveal a scarred visage. His yellow skin was marred with red and orange bruising. The man’s right eye had been entirely replaced by an implant, the luminous circuitry visible within a large scar running the entire length of the right side of his face.

<“But your gift has not gone unappreciated. For too long have the old and cowardly forced all of Centuri to adhere to their ideal way of life He. Now society will be able to begin anew, led by those who fought for it.”> The armoured figure smiled, nodding towards his men as twelve simultaneous shots rang out. In that same instant, the bodies of each Senator fell to the ground lifeless.

<“Now, you have more of this technology, you can bring us more to solidify power?”> The armoured man asked, turning back towards the alien.

<“Oh indeed,”> It smiled wickedly in response. < “I’m more than happy to oblige.”>

Above Centuri VI, the void of space was suddenly illuminated by a blinding flurry of lightning as the fabric between time and space was ripped apart like a once-clenched jaw. The bow of a ship slipped through the gaping maw as a Hive Ship exited slipstream and came to orbit around the remote Class-I planet. Behind the massive vessel came another like it and another after that. Each of the ships entered into orbit around the Centuri VI. From the surface, the humanoid populace turned their eyes to the sky. Even from the surface, the Hive ships were visible around the planet.

The armoured figure turned towards the sky, a confused look crossing his face. He could not possibly understand the horror he had unleashed upon his world, but he knew enough to feel fear.

<“Deception!”> He roared, raising his weapon towards the alien. In response, it looked back towards him defiantly, clearly unphased by the sonic arm cannon levelled towards its face.

“Khaji-Da.” It replied, and suddenly, the armoured figure froze. The helmet emerged from within the armour and closed around the humanoid’s head. The eyes suddenly glowed red before it spoke.

<“Assuming direct control.”> Came the suit’s response, the weapon lowering away from the alien. The smug look of triumph passed over its face before it turned its gaze back towards the sky.

<“If the fugitives are not among your people, then you are no further use to me. You and your world will exist solely to serve the Hive.”>

From within the Hive ships came a deafening humming noise. Hundreds of small vessels suddenly exited from the hexagonal patterning on the ships' underbelly. Diving through the atmosphere of the planet, the ships began to fire on those below. A man reached out to his child only to be struck down. A metal prong hooked into his back, injecting the man and forcibly transforming his body. Crying out to his child one last time, the man's eyes went blank as he lost his individuality becoming nothing but a drone to the invading aliens. Turning to his crying child, he extended a spike from his wrist before reaching down and submitting her to the same fate as he. More and more of the natives began to fall to this fate. From the Hive ships above, a haunting electronic voice echoed over the planet.

<“We are the Reach. We will add your biological and technological distinctiveness to our own. Your culture will adapt to service us. Resistance is futile.”>

The message continued to play on a loop as the Reach began to bomb the planet from orbit. As they had done to the populace, the surface was transformed. The Reach penetrated the surface with pillars that unfolded to cocoon Centuri VI. Drilling to the planet's core, they were preparing the world for a metamorphosis, ensuring it would survive the terraforming process. As the cocoon began to spread, the planet's resources were slowly absorbed as the Reach harvested each and every one of them. Their new drones slowly awakened from the transformation process as they began to assist the cocooning process, their new implants allowing them total comprehension as they became one with the hive mind. Descending through the atmosphere, the first of the Hive ships prepared to land as the other two departed from orbit.

This world, like many others, now belonged to the Reach.

_{Location: Washington, D.C. - United States of America}

Secret Invasion #1.01: Clandestine

_{Interaction(s): None}

Previously: None

Hard heels clicked rhythmically along the cobblestone alley as the red-haired woman maintained a brisk pace. The cold night air showed her breath from between a pair of pursed, ruby lips. One hand was slipped into her jacket, resting at the ready on her standard-issued firearm. The other gingerly touched against the stone wall while emerald eyes darted about recording every inch of her surroundings. Clandestine meetings on a foggy night were a Hollywood cliché, but yet, here she was carrying one out on behalf of S.W.O.R.D. The Sentient World Observation and Response Department was a counterpart to S.H.I.E.L.D., the Strategic Homeland Investigation, Espionage and Logistics Division. Developed in response to the world's so-called heroes and villains, it was these beings of power that had long since confirmed humanity's question of what was out there.

Turned out, most of it wasn't as friendly as the one with the hammer or the Boy Scout in blue.

Ahead of her, a tall figure loomed in the shadow cast by the overhead footbridge. The sounds of the city were louder here, able to cover their conversation as splashes of colourful lighting could be seen beyond the figure at the alley's exit.

"The sun is very bright today." The male stated as Agent Morse approached him.

"But the ice is still very slippery." She replied with a bored tone.

Again. Cliché.

"Thank you for meeting with me." The other figure nodded appreciatively before producing a small flash drive from within their palm. "Everything you're looking for is on this drive. Recorded footage, your analysts will be able to tell it's not doctored or forged. There were three of them; big, green and with pointy ears."

"Skrulls." Morse snarled before reaching for the drive. "They're not usually so careless."

<"Then you shouldn't be surprised that this is a trap.">

Morse moved to draw her weapon, but the familiar hum caused her to hesitate as she looked toward the male in front of her. The glowing barrel of his weapon pointed directly towards her abdomen as two others appeared from the shadows, transforming from inanimate objects back to their true form.

<"Easy, Red-Eyes. This is a Shi'ar Disrupter; it'll put a hole even in your durable carapace.">

The agent smiled before her voice suddenly filled the heads of her three would-be assailants.

If you knew what I was, then, you should have brought more firepower.

The Skrulls shrieked in agony, purple blood spilling from their ears before their eyes rolled into the back of their heads. All three corpses dropped to the ground simultaneously as Agent Morse brought her phone to her mouth.

"I have three specimens for transport."

- -First Issue: TBD	-	-	Next Issue: Retaliation	-	Latest Issue: Clandestine

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

Boy it's going to be awkward when he reiterates that he's not kidding.

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

@Enarr and @Sep are now Co-GMs.

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

<Snipped quote by Lord Wraith>

I always loved the season reviews/post reviews from these games

@Sep

I enjoy them as well. I think they're fun and a great way to recap the season and build some excitement moving forward.

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

^{◼ G M (s): Lord Wraith ◼ C O N S U L T I N G G M (s): None at this time ◼ G E N R E: Fandom ◼ T Y P E: Collaborative Linear Sandbox}

^{"To me, writing is fun. It doesn’t matter what you’re writing, as long as you can tell a story."
S T A N L E E ( 1 9 2 2 - 2 0 1 8 )}

I N T R O D U C T I O N:
I N T R O D U C T I O N:

T I M E.

S P A C E.

R E A L I T Y.

I T ' S M O R E T H A N A L I N E A R P A T H. I T ' S A P R I S M O F E N D L E S S P O S S I B I L I T Y, W H E R E A S I N G L E C H O I C E C A N
B R A N C H O U T I N T O I N F I N I T E R E A L I T I E S, C R E A T I N G A L T E R N A T E W O R L D S F R O M T H E O N E S Y O U K N O W.

I A M T H E W A T C H E R.
I A M Y O U R G U I D E T H R O U G H T H E S E V A S T N E W R E A L I T I E S.

F O L L O W M E A N D P O N D E R T H E Q U E S T I O N...

'What If' is built on the idea of how altering even one detail can greatly alter the stories of the characters we all know and love. As a basic premise, the world is already altered by the presence of both DC and Marvel characters, locations, technologies and all other associated concepts. Players will collaboratively flesh out and build the world, telling stories that exist exclusively alongside each other and inclusively intersect, overlap and build a brand new world filled with answers to the question...

What if?

Compared to past 'One Universe' games, 'What If' is focused on the concept of the multiverse meaning players are concurrently running their universes alongside the one run by the GM. While the GM multiverse will consist of the game's primary narrative, players are also encouraged to build the world with their multiverses and collaborate with other players to tell those stories. Players will be presented with opportunities to cross between their multiverse and the GM multiverse for 'Crises' events with individual 'Crossovers' left up to the discretion of each player and their concept.

The game will, as it has in the past, run in 'Seasons' with the Season concluding when that Multiverse's narrative has resolved. Each season, the GM-directed multiverse will pivot to a different multiverse with players being able to continue their characters in the previous multiverse or swap out for a new concept to keep the game feeling fresh.

S U M M A R Y:
S U M M A R Y:

^{"T H E R E W A S A N I D E A . . .}

. . . A N I D E A T O B R I N G T O G E T H E R A G R O U P O F R E M A R K A B L E I N D I V I D U A L S."

Aliens live among us.

For the past ninety years, metahumans, mutants and the battles between superheroes and supervillains have dominated the lives of everyone on the planet Earth. Heroes such as the Superman from Krypton and the Manhunter from Mars have made life from other planets an accepted part of daily life. But unbeknownst to even the watchful eye of S.H.I.E.L.D. and its global counterparts, key figures on Earth have begun to disappear, only to be replaced by hostile alien imposters positioning for a Secret War between alien races. An arms race between the Skrulls and the White Martians has been brewing beneath the surface for several years now and threatens to come to a head.

All across the globe, crime has risen exponentially and many of the world's superpowers are in international turmoil as a direct causality between the warring factions. Even unaware of the foes at home, Earth is now forced to face a threat on a third front as the Reach has begun carving an aggressive path toward Earth.

More than ever, Earth needs her heroes. Who will answer the call?

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