Lord Wraith

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

Alright I think I have my concept, I'll try to put my sheet together asap. scared.

@spicykvnt

Yesss

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

I'll probably regret this later.

Detective Chimp

T H E P U N I S H E R
T H E P U N I S H E R

^{"Do you know the difference between justice and punishment?"}

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 _________________________________________________________ Francis "Frank" Castle Charles Forte _________________________________________________________ Grocery Store Manager | N/A _________________________________________________________ Multiverse 668 (Prime) | Closed (for now) 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 I S C E L L A N E O U S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Ignore the eyepatch, there's like no good images of Frank with a beard without it. - 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 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ ISSUE #1: WE DON'T SELL THAT HERE ◼ ISSUE #2: THE NEIGHBORS ◼ ISSUE #3: ANOTHER DAY ◼ ISSUE #4: CHARLES FORTE RIDES, AGAIN? -

W H A T I F...? W H A T I F...? ________________________________________________________________________________________ ... FRANK CASTLE RETIRED AFTER AVENGING HIS FAMILY? Frank Castle had a good life. He had a loving wife, two daughters, a good job as a vice detective in the NYPD. He saw the worst of people in that job, but his family carried him through it, reminding him that there was still good in the world. Six years ago, Frank shut down a drug running operation helmed by the Saint mafia family and killed the family's heir, Bobby Saint, in the process. Needless to say, the head of the family, Howard Saint, wasn't very happy with this. Two weeks later, the Castles were killed by a car bomb, with Frank as the only survivor. Frank swore revenge, embarking on a one man war against the Saints, tearing apart their operations and killing prominent members of the family. He came to be known as the Punisher, an unstoppable killing machine that was swiftly and brutally ripping a hole into the fabric of NYC's criminal underworld. At the end of his crusade, he held a gun to Howard Saint's head and pulled the trigger. Frank had half a mind to put the gun to his own head after that, but some part of him held onto the hope that he could still be saved. That there was still something to live for. On that day, Frank Castle died. Six months later, a man named Charles Forte walked into Greene's Groceries asking for a job. For the past five years, Charles Forte has lived a good life. He has a little dog named Chip and a good job at Greene's Groceries. He sees a lot of people everyday, the best of them he hopes. But pretty soon, the worst will rear their ugly heads. P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) ________________________________________________________________________________________ It's been a minute since I've played The Punisher in one of these games and I've wanted to revisit my idea of a retired Frank since the last time I did it. Hopefully, this time it won't bomb. While I'm placing Frank in the prime multiverse, I don't plan on taking a big part in the Skrull invasion due to Frank being a more street level character and my own lack of knowledge on that particular part of Marvel lore. At the start, I plan to be self contained, telling the story of Frank's return to vigilantism after a gang intrudes upon his neighborhood and begins to terrorize it. After my initial arc, I will be open to collaborating with other players and getting up to all sorts of hijinks.

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@Simple Unicycle

I can't believe I forgot the Chimp. That's bananas.

The Punisher is accepted.

Wraith's Little Workshop of Horrors

"I am Groot."

"He should have yielded then." Carter replied to the towering tree-like alien. "Show no quarter if you want to survive here, my friend."

"I am Groot."

"The tree makes a good point, perhaps you can simply main them, maybe not kill them as much."

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

The Eternals

E T E R N A L S
E T E R N A L S

^{"Protecting the world and for what? To be disregarded? No more!"}

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 _________________________________________________________ The Eternals _________________________________________________________ Wardens of Judgement | The Celestials _________________________________________________________ Multiverse 668 - Prime | 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 _________________________________________________________ [+] - M E M B E R S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Each Eternal has the same abilities. They have superhuman strength, agility, durability, and agility. They have impressive reflexes and are immortal. Each Eternal has an ability specific to them, leading them to be the judge of that particular field. Sersi: The Judge of Creation - Sersi is able to transmute matter. As such, she is the judge in matters of creation. Ikaris: The Judge of Strategy - Ikaris can shoot optic blasts from his eyes. Due to his keen intellect, he is the judge in matters of strategy. Thena: The Judge of War - Thena is able to materialize any handheld weapon she can imagine, forged with cosmic energy, and is a skilled combatant. She is the judge in matters of war. Kingo: The Judge of Entertainment - Kingo is able to summon blasts from his fingers and is skilled at boosting morale. He is the judge in matters of entertainment. Phastos: The Judge of Technology - Phastos is able to create constructs from cosmic energy, able to do a wide array of things, though he prefers technological advancements. Due to this, he is the judge of all matters relating to technology. Makkari: The Judge of History - Though each eternal is fas, Makkari is the fastest among them, able to move at epic level speeds. She is also able to summon shockwaves. Due to her desire to help shape history, she is the judge in those matters. Druig: The Judge of Mind - Druig is able to manipulate minds, including reading the minds of others and possessing others to do his bidding. He is the judge in matters of the mind. Gilgamesh: The Judge of Connection - Gilgamesh is able to infuse himself with cosmic energy, enhancing his durability and strength. Due to his wise nature, he is the judge in matters of connection. Sprite: The Judge of Illusion - The youngest-looking Eternal, Sprite is able to form illusions that, may not be discernible to the naked eye. She can use her illusions to turn invisible and produce sensory illusions as well. She is the judge in matters of illusion and deceit. Ajak: The Judge of Healing - Ajak is able to use cosmic energy to heal others, though she is also able to create pain. She is the judge in matters of healing and health. - 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...? ________________________________________________________________________________________ They were created with one goal in mind: Protect humanity at any cost. Created in human image, they were given this task and set about protecting and ensuring humanity continued. They were warned never to step in or overextend themselves. But after countless wars and tragedies, it began to take its toll. Why be granted so much power only to watch those you care about burn? And even with their aid in all matters of human life, they were never credited. Never thanked. Never rewarded. Good people can only be good for so long until the cracks start to show. P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) ________________________________________________________________________________________ I am generally here to create worthwhile stories. This would be my first go-around in writing for a whole team, though my intention is to have each individual Eternal get their moments. I am also open to collaborating with others, especially if you feel a specific Eternal would be valuable for your story. I plan to play these guys as Antiheroes, possibly entering into Villainous routes also. I am using the same models a appeared in the movie, though there are definitely some changes (Ikaris is around, Ajak is around, etc.).

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@PatientBean

With 24hrs on the clock, The Eternals are now accepted.

Wraith's Little Workshop of Horrors

"I hate magic."

IllAdvised didn't have much time to dwell on his feelings at the moment, Thomas was injured, far beyond his capabilities and as Feral had correctly pointed out, there was the civilian to consider too. Priority was her safety, then came figuring out how she factored into Thomas' spontaneous exit from retirement and how these creatures were related. Then would come the where, the why and-

"Can you create an opening? I can hold it and meet you at our usual med location."

IllAdvised nodded solemnly, snapping back to the moment at hand while eying the creatures as they began to stand. Extending his right hand, IllAdvised's weapon of choice flew to his hand, each piece of the three section staff moving independently through the air before assembling in the Maverick leader's waiting grip — a theatrical display showcasing the gadgetry genius at work in IllAdvised's ensemble. The end of the staff crackled to life with fifty thousand volts ready to be deployed defensively against their xenomorphic foes.

Lunging into action, the Maverick leader used the staff to vault over the first creature, recoiling the weapon midair, before twisting about and arching the magnetically bonded sections in a stunning attack. The satisfying pop and crackle of the taser-loaded end making contact exploded through the rainy New Lilith night. But as IllAdvised landed, he only came face to face with a pissed-off eyeless creature.

...If they don’t have eyes, is it safe to assume sound or smell navigation?

Makarios' earlier words echoed through IllAdvised mind as he crossed his weapon over his chest, just barely keeping the razor-sharp talons from piercing the layered armour covering his chest. If these things could shred Thomas like hot butter, then Chuck had no intention of finding out what happened when they went through him.

"Feral, remember what you said earlier about sound?" IllAdvised grunted through gritted teeth before tossing the talons to the side and sliding through the creature's staggered legs.

"I love a good theory," IllAdvised replied with a glib growl. "Let's put it to the test, Glitch; same Bat-Time, same Bat-Channel please."

As the Maverick's earpieces switched to a noise-cancelling frequency, IllAdvised avoided a swipe from one of the creatures, his feet careening through the air into a double backflip. Producing several small gadgets from his belt, IllAdvised continued to dodge, working his feet independently of his hands while they mixed the modules to create a new device.

With a twist of his armoured hand, the device came to life, emitting a piercing wail that would deafen anyone not using similar noise-cancelling devices. From the nearby Lower East End came the chorus of howling dogs as the creatures screeched their own agony.

Sliding towards the civilian, IllAdvised quickly pried her hands away from her head, placing a set of earpieces on either side of her head. A small glimmer of relief washed over her face as the noise-based attack was silenced.

The sonic assault might have slowed the creatures, but it didn't stop them. Disorientated and clearly in pain, they began lashing about haphazardly, doing anything they could to hit either Maverick, the girl or finish Thomas off. The familiar rumble of an illegally modified engine shook the ground beneath IllAdvised as his stallion thundered their rescue. Engaging the remote controls on his gauntlet, IllAdvised twisted his wrist to fire the car's afterburners, launching it through the air. Nearly one tonne of steel and rubber collided with the first creature, sending it toppling over the dock and into the New Lilith Bay.

The Maverickmobile deployed its evasive maneuvering thrusters and airbrakes in combination, skidding to a stop dangerously close to the edge of the dock before rapidly reversing towards the girl and IllAdvised. But it wasn't going to be enough to stop the second creature from descending upon the Maverick and civilian. Flaring his nostrils beneath the crimson mask, Chuck took a deep breath, thinking back to his training with Makarios, feeling his emotions and summoning the familiar anger. It was easy when one of his best friends was clinging to life, easy to recall the unbridled rage that the Mavericks faced on their first outing together. The strength that made pulling a bank vault door from its hinges look as easy as tearing a piece of paper.

Pulling back, IllAdvised released his arm, letting out the first strike. His hand collided hard with the creature, not with Tony's strength but rather a resounding pop, even louder than earlier, as the air was suddenly superheated by nearly ten million volts. The anger Chuck had tapped into was not the empathetic memory he had felt from the Behemoth, but rather Allison's unbridled rage.

His wrist crumbled under the reinforced hide of the creature, the suit's HUD lighting up like the fourth of July as countermeasures quickly applied pressure to the break, securing it in place while Chuck reeled under his mask from the pain.

"Car." He hissed to the girl as the door of the black vehicle opened. "Now."

Fear had held the girl in place until now, but she was able to understand that one simple request as she clambered into the passenger seat while the car spun around, allowing IllAdvised the opportunity to climb inside just in time to see the first creature emerging from the water.

"Glitch," IllAdvised commanded as the seatbelts wrapped themselves around the two occupants.

"Punch it."

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

_{| EARTH-668}

^{__THE VEGA SYSTEM - THE EREBUS, THE CITADEL FLAGSHIP}

The Tamaranean woman walked the bottom-lit hallway flanked by a pair of armed Gordanian guards. Long black hair flowed from the back of her alien orange skin, falling against her back and spilling over the purple fabric of her intricate bodice's train. Waiting for her on the massive vessel's bridge was Lord Antar Ftt B'Jan. He was a Kree deserter, though despite being a tailcoat, it hadn't stopped Ftt B'Jan from having a bloated sense of self-importance due to his position as the sole autarch of the desolate world of Hny'xx. The Tamaranean Queen was familiar with the Kree male, as like herself, Antar had forcibly been made to sign an alliance with the Citadel when they sieged the Vega System.

"<Ah,>"¹ Antar acknowledged the Tamaranean Queen coldly as she entered the room. "<Queen Kormand'r, your sister sends her regards.>"

"<I'm surprised her heart still beats in her chest. I thought your pits were supposed to be only for the strong.>"

"<Your disdain for your sister blinds you if you think her weak.>" Taunted Antar, "<You gifted me my champion, she's the strongest contender in the pit. But!>" He paused, rubbing his hands together wickedly, "<I have someone new I'm eagerly anticipating will give her a challenge.>"

"<They had better provide more than a challenge,>" Kormand'r snarled, "<They had better kill her or I'll personally be visiting your backwater little world to finish the job personally!>"

"<Might we remind you, your majesty,>" A new voice hissed, "<You are not in charge here.>" The Psion added, their reptilian tongue darting in and out from between their scaly lips as they approached the bickering pair. Kormand'r froze for the slightest second, her hair standing on end upon seeing not only a Psion, but this particular Psion again. Her right hand balled into a white-knuckled fist, fingernails threatening to draw blood from her palm as she increasingly squeezed.

"<My Lady sends her regards and flagship in her stead, but she will not join us today. Our forces on the Shi'ar front are more demanding of her focus at this time.>"

"<Plytus.>" Kormand'r started, steeling her tone to hide any hesitation in her voice, "<Lady Styx does herself a disservice sending a Kraalian crotch-worm in her stead. Our history is hardly cordial, I should cut you down where you stand.>"

The Gordanians flanking the Tamaranean Queen tightened the grip on their weapons, but to Kormand'r's surprise, they were not pointed at Plytus, but rather at her. The crocodilian-like guards had an almost sly smile to their toothy snouts. Their long tails raised from their relaxed position on the floor, balancing them to spring into action. Perhaps it should not have surprised Kormand'r where their loyalty would truly lie as she looked from one reptilian species to the other. The Gordanians after all, were made in their creator's image.

"<And you, my dear Queen,>" Plytus replied, raising a clawed limb signalling the Gordanian guards to relax, "<Need to remember to whom your position is owed.>" Plytus purred walking past the Tamaranean without fear of harm.

"<After all I fixed you.>" He stated before taking a seat in the commanding officer's chair on the Erebus' bridge.

"<You're welcome to cut me down, but that would make you a traitor to the Citadel. Your death would not be so quick, and Tamaran would be forfeit. Tell me, was the physical price you paid so high that you'd let your world die for revenge?>"

Kormand'r locked eyes with Plytus, defiantly staring the reptile down before the tense silence was broken by Antar.

"<As I have no interest in this stalemate, I would ask why, if the Lady could not be present we were summoned to her flagship, Herald.>"

Plytus gave Kormand'r one last smug look before turning his eyes towards Antar.

"<Centuri VI was lost to the Reach.>" The statement hung in the room, even the Tamaranean seemed stunned enough to stifle her feud with the Psion, at least temporarily.

"<The Hive has begun a hostile expansion and we can't be sure that the Vega System is not in their path. The Citadel is already at war with the Shi'ar and we have barely settled our ceasefire with the Kree Empire. Tensions are high and a single ship in the neutral zone could make the entire Rann-Thanagar Treaty fall apart. Lady Styx expects the utmost competency from you both. Get your houses in order before the Reach is on our doorstep.>"

Plytus looked down at both the leaders before him.

"<Did you think your Lady did not know about the uprisings on Tamaran? Sparing the resistance simply because your brother is among them, now who is weak your majesty?>" The Herald scolded before turning to Antar.

"<And you, using prisoners for entertainment instead of harvesting the resources that Hny'xx holds beneath her surface. You were a traitor to your people, the Citadel did not put you on Hny'xx to indulge in a hedonistic fantasy. You are there to work, you are there to make sure that planet is stripped to its core for the glory of the Citadel! Stop wasting their strength in the pit when it should be used for the quarry!>" Plytus roared, salvia flying from his maw.

"<Guards!>" The Psion snapped, motioning towards both the Queen and the Lord. "<Get them out of my sight.>"

As she was escorted from the bridge, Kormand'r managed to steal one last look at Plytus. She could still smell the sterile lab environment as she looked at his smug visage, still feel his cold-blooded fingers ignoring her cries and still hear the hissing laughter at her agony.

The reptile would die by her hand.

_{¹ - Translated from a Vega System Pidgin Dialect.}

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_{Location: The Gladitorial Pits - Hyn'xx, 'Hope's End'}

The Chain #1.01: Albatross

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_{Interaction(s): None}

Previously: None

Thud.

The leathery fist made contact with Carter's face. The meaty slap echoed across the open arena, eliciting a cheer from the crowd and a muted grunt from the Terran combatant. Rearing back a fist, the four-armed Branx held the Thanagarian warrior tightly between his lower arms while continuing to swing wildly with his other two arms.

Thud.

Thud.

Thud.

The wall suddenly gave way, revealing the hidden chamber behind the ancient wall. Entering the new opening, Dr. Carter Hall straightened his hat before igniting his flashlight. The beam refracted off the metallic hull of the vessel within.

It was exactly as he recalled it through his ancestor's memory. It was perfectly preserved despite the passing of several millennia, the damage sustained from the crash was barely visible as the Nth Metal slowly healed itself using the vessel's dwindling power reserves. The Brontadon had once been cutting-edge technology and by Earth standards, it still held up. Its Nth Metal construction made it capable of exiting the atmosphere with next to no difficulty, easily defying gravity all while giving the ship an almost organic construction.

Removing it from Egypt was no small feat, but after managing to circumvent several layers of red tape, Carter had the Brontadon back state side where Pat Dugan whistled admirably at the sleek construction.

"Don't worry, Carter. I can definitely get this bird back in the air."

He was true to his word too as Carter found himself making his first jump to lightspeed. The ship handled beautifully until it suddenly didn't. Pulled from lightspeed, the console was flashing various shades of amber, red and orange. Weapons' fire rained along the hull and Carter found himself in a dogfight without a gunner. The Wingships were designed to be flown by a team of two, a gunner and a pilot.

Out maunevered and flanked, the Brontadon soon was entangled between four tractor beams and Carter found himself looking up into the mask of the pirate captain. His ship stolen, stripped for its precious resource, Carter was given as tribute to a local despot. The despot recognized him as a Thangarian, a fighter.

Leading to Carter joining the pits.

Thud.

"Enough of this." Carter roared as the final punch split his lip. Warm blood dribbled into the thick layer of stubble that had begun to cover his chin. Tucking his knees to his chest, Carter drove his heels straight forward into the Branx's abdomen, aiming for where the diaphragm was located on a human. Whether he struck the equivalent alien organ or not, it was enough to loosen the larger sentient's grip. Using the advantage, Carter took ahold of the alien's wrists, pulling his knees up again but this time twisting his torso upwards. Delivering another set of sharp kicks, Carter struck the underside of the Branx's jaw, driving its tusks upwards into its own cheekbones.

Its cry of pain echoed across the arena as the spectators jeered at Carter's sudden reversal. Free from the alien's grip, the Thanagarian warrior retrieved his sword, sliding between the towering alien's legs and slashing across the back of its calves. Following up with a swift kick to the back of its knee, the Branx howled with agony before dropping to the ground.

A pommel strike to the back of the head was enough to completely daze the creature before Carter slid the blade of his weapon under its chin.

"At least make it a challenge for me!" He mocked, looking defiantly towards the ruler of Hope's End, Lord Antar Ftt B'Jan.

"Do you yield?" Carter roared in the Branx's earhole as the crowd jeered again.

"<No.>"

"So be it." Carter muttered as the warm silver liquid spilled over his blade and onto the rusty sand below. The displeasure of the crowd echoed in Carter's ears as he returned to the undercroft beneath the arena's floor.

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

M I D N I G H T 🌣 S O N S

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^{_{MAGIK 🌣 🌣 🌣 CONSTANTINE 🌣 🌣 🌣 THE HOOD SUPREME🌣 🌣 🌣 ZATANNA 🌣 🌣 🌣 BLADE
♦ Magically Various ♦ Midnight Sons ♦ Multiverse 668 - Prime}}

W H A T I F...?:

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^{“...The Hood sacrificed everything to stop an evil Sorcerer Supreme?}

Doctor Steven Strange was never humbled out of his egoistical edge even after he broke his fingers in that car accident that ruined his career as a surgeon. In his quest to find a cure, he finds the Ancient One who refuses to cure his hands. Bitter, Strange then encounters Mordo and pledges to assist in killing the Ancient One in exchange for a cure. The tutelage of Mordo in the magical arts leads to Strange excelling leading to the pair killing the Ancient One.

With their common enemy out of the way, Strange, in a move to try and gain more power, betrays Mordo to obtain the Ancient One’s power in order to become the Sorcerer Supreme. With his power he becomes a tyrant in the mystical arts, finding ways to steal power from other practitioners and coveting every magical artifact. There would be no hope if Strange continued but an unlikely player would give up everything to stop Strange. Enter The Hood.

Up to this point, Parker Robbins has had the same life leading him to become The Hood. His father died, his mother comatose, he reverted to crime to make his wealth and with one of his heists leading him into obtaining his signature occult artifacts. In a bid to stop him, The Hood makes a dark pact with Dormammu to give him the power to defeat Strange at the cost of his soul to become a vessel of Dormammu’s possession. The Hood defeats the Sorcerer Supreme as planned but exploits a clause in his pact to avoid giving his soul to Dormammu: “By next Midnight, you’re soul will be mine.”

In the previous possession of Steven Strange, the Time Stone has become the very artifact that Parker relies on to avoid his possession. Just before the clock strikes midnight, he reverses time on himself to one minute after midnight on the same day. Time goes on around him but he must constantly revert his day back to the beginning, sparing him possession but sacrificing himself all the same with his memory being reverted.

Time has lost all meaning to Parker Robbins and at some point and the days blend together. In one of those days, John Constantine, his best friend and original guide into the occult, must have visited him in Sanctum and their discussion must have been productive because the Midnight Sons was formed. Utilizing the Sanctum, the Midnight Sons operate to help protect the new Sorcerer Supreme and the mystical items kept in the Sanctum Sanctorum.

P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ):

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So I stumbled upon this RP and thought of some twist on a character that I could play. The Hood was originally appealing and specifically to take him from starting as a villain to redeeming himself to become a hero. Since it plays more into the mysticism aspect, I decided that Sorcerer Supreme would be a good angle for him, but then I thought what if it came at a cost?

The cinematic universe presented an idea with the time stone, specifically the idea of being stuck in a time loop. Looping a single day over and over again would be very interesting play, but he’d be limited in engagement since his memory doesn’t carry over. so I thought he’d have a small crew to help him operate. I picked a few good mystical characters from DC and Marvel to form the backbone of the mystical side for this RP.

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

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Steven Strange may be dead in 668, but there is plenty of potential for another Steven coming from somewhere. Any other mystical characters I’d like to get involved with should others propose them. Ultimately, I should be able to jump into plots that others do fairly easily as well.

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

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N/A

@Grimnir

The Midnight Sons are accepted. Welcome aboard!

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

Now that would be

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

T H E Q U E S T I O N

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^{_{C H A R L E S V I C T O R S Z A S Z ♦ I N V E S T I G A T O R ♦ I N D E P E N D E N T ♦ P R I M E}}

W H A T I F...?:

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^{"I can tell you that in the spring of 2020, it was impossible to meet the consumer demand for toilet paper because Lexcorp had been buying it all up to block the Suez Canal in order to drive demand for their own proprietary waterway. What else would you like to know?"}

Charles Victor Zsasz was raised in an orphanage. Through an abundance of notetaking, observation, and sheer immersion learning, he came to know the true tongue of the city around him. Under the name Victor Sage, he ministered for the municipalities, casting judgement upon their Judases, just as Jonah spoke to Ninevah, only on live television for a local news network.

Upon exorcising the city of a maniacal pharmaceutical executive's reign, he was able to rescue Doctor Aristotle Robor, a chemist. In order to protect Vic from future retaliation, Robor has since provided him with a supply of Pseudoderm, a material that looks and feels like flesh but can be seen through when applied over the face. He has since taken to finding many of his answers as The Question.

Lately however, Hub's been different. She hasn't been speaking to him like she used to. In fact, she's been downright hostile with some of the near misses he's had with the law lately. Sure, she's always had a mean side to her but never to him before. Not like this. If he didn't know any better, he might describe the change in behavior as truly alien. Fortunately for Hub, however, Vic is committed to not knowing better.

He's since taken to the road, chasing down leads to find out who's really behind the changes he's been seeing. He just can't bear to stick around while she keeps giving him the cold shoulder. But he'll be back to work things out.

P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ):

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With the Question, I think it'd be delightful to write about him stalking people and uncovering alien conspiracies in cities across the US in order to tie it all back to major Skrull activity in Hub City. I'd actually love to collab with other players this time around.

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

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My version of the Question is fifty percent Denny O'Neil's gritty investigative reporter and thirty percent Richard Veitch's urban shaman versions of The Question. The remaining twenty percent of inspiration is split between the way that hunters negotiate with devils in Chainsaw Man and the "shivers" perk from Disco Elysium.

That is to say that this version will refrain from taking psychoactive drugs like Veitch's depiction where he had induced breakthroughs using hallucinogens, like he were performing Invisibles style chaos magic. This version of Q makes sacrifices to cities and negotiates with them in order to gain their blessings. Conversing with them by listening to an approving church bell or a critical choir of car horns. He knows that it's all connected.

The relationships that The Question has with different cities are quite different. For example, I have it in my head that New York might actually be a raging bitch towards him where Chicago would be rather friendly, seeing the windy city as something of an old flame for him, much more willing to give up her secrets if he treats her right.

Also, this version of The Question blogs and leaks documents online as The Question, or Q for short. And his investigations are crowdfunded via cryptocurrency by his online supporters.

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

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A list linking to your IC posts as they're created. This can be used for a reference guide to your character or to summarize completed arcs and stories.

@Enarr

The answer to the Question is yes, accepted.

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

For the past five years, Charles Forte has lived a good life. He has a little dog named Chip and a good job at Greene's Groceries. He sees a lot of people everyday, the best of them he hopes. But pretty soon, the worst will rear their ugly heads.

@Simple Unicycle

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

That's a great concept. I love this idea.