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@Morden Man summed up my thoughts.
Friday.
Actually, I'm afraid that I choose
Saturday.
(sorry. had to do it to you.)
Hiding in fear of being taken from your birth country?
Go to Angel's Hand, if you want to take a stand.
Running away from the pigs that haunt your life?
Go to Angel's Hand, if you want to take a stand.
Moving on with your life even without true justice?
Go to Angel's Hand, if you want to take a stand.
𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗙𝗜𝗧𝗦
ORANGE COUNTY, CALIFORNIA
1.00 // CORAL CITY: THE CITY WITH HEART
For the first time in months, Lonnie Machin was able to rest properly without something awakening him in the dead of night. And it was dawn, which gave him time to prepare for the sun. Something that he wasn't used to. Living in Gotham City made him appropriate for the cooler temperatures and the unnecessary amount of skyscrapers. But anywhere was better than Gotham. Hell, the Greyhound bus that Lonnie had been on for two days was the safest he had been in a long time. There were only a few other people on board, and the driver was paying attention to the freeway. Still, being a Gothamite made him rightfully paranoid of strangers.
Otherwise, he would have been gunned down in an alley.
By the time that the sun was up, the bus had reached its destination: Coral City, California. Lonnie had no clue where he was going when he bought that ticket. But again, anywhere was better than Gotham. When the bus stopped for the final time, he knew that it was time to depart. The passengers started doing the same thing, and several noticed his attire. He didn't have to turn around to feel some of them making faces at him. One of them was brave enough to comment on the ACAB patch stitched on the vest. "Disgusting."
Lonnie was unfazed by it, grabbed his duffle bag, and left the bus. Inside the bus station, he took a free map of Coral City and started searching for a motel. There was still enough money to stay at a decent motel for a week. It should be enough time to find work and start earning some cash. On his way out, Lonnie felt someone bumping into him and reaching into his back pocket. He immediately turned around and saw that no one was behind him, but he checked his pockets to be safe. That was when he found a small piece of paper and something messy written on it:
Lonnie was more curious than afraid. So, he got the map and searched for the name. He eventually found out it was a bar located near the coast. He wanted answers, and the only way to get them was head to the bar. And that's what he did, not knowing what the future was in store.
Otherwise, he would have been gunned down in an alley.
By the time that the sun was up, the bus had reached its destination: Coral City, California. Lonnie had no clue where he was going when he bought that ticket. But again, anywhere was better than Gotham. When the bus stopped for the final time, he knew that it was time to depart. The passengers started doing the same thing, and several noticed his attire. He didn't have to turn around to feel some of them making faces at him. One of them was brave enough to comment on the ACAB patch stitched on the vest. "Disgusting."
Lonnie was unfazed by it, grabbed his duffle bag, and left the bus. Inside the bus station, he took a free map of Coral City and started searching for a motel. There was still enough money to stay at a decent motel for a week. It should be enough time to find work and start earning some cash. On his way out, Lonnie felt someone bumping into him and reaching into his back pocket. He immediately turned around and saw that no one was behind him, but he checked his pockets to be safe. That was when he found a small piece of paper and something messy written on it:
Rebuilding your life after the system threw it aside?
Go to Angel's Hand, if you want to take a stand.
You aren't forgotten. - M.
Go to Angel's Hand, if you want to take a stand.
You aren't forgotten. - M.
Lonnie was more curious than afraid. So, he got the map and searched for the name. He eventually found out it was a bar located near the coast. He wanted answers, and the only way to get them was head to the bar. And that's what he did, not knowing what the future was in store.
It was another busy day at the Coral Reef Boardwalk. Since the virus was contained, more people began going out since they were stuck in their homes due to the shelter-in-place order. They were enjoying life again. And that made Miguel Barragan jealous of them. It had been four months since he left his hometown and trying to survive on the road. His travels brought him all over the West Coast from Seattle to Los Angeles. Now, he stayed at Coral City since being let go after asking his boss (a farmer) for more pay. Afraid that he called border patrol, Miguel gathered his things and headed west on the same day.
Miguel, on his fourth day of job hunting, decided to take a break at a cafe. He didn't have enough money for a proper meal, so he settled with some fries and a cup of iced water. While eating, he was cautiously glancing around his surroundings and looking for ways to leave the area as quickly as possible if the authorities showed up. Unfortunately, he was still homeless due to the cost of living here. It was too expansive for an undocumented citizen like Miguel. For now, he had to deal with living in the alleyways.
Once done eating, Miguel threw the tray away and took the cup with him to finish drinking it. But on his way out of the boardwalk, someone rudely bumped into him hard enough to lose his balance. It was already too late to confront the stranger, but he did notice a piece of paper, with his name written on it, on the ground. It was odd, but Miguel picked it up to have a closer look, thinking it was harmless. That was until he flipped it over and read the note:
There was fear in his eyes as Miguel desperately looked around for anything unusual activity. Yet, there were only people enjoying living. He took a moment to calm down by breathing in and out for a minute. After that much-needed breather, it was clear that someone knew him and using his status to their advantage. What would happen if he didn't go to this Angel's Hand? Will ICE be called? No choice, but to meet them and demand an explanation. As for the place, he recognized the name for that bar down the way.
So, he started making his way to the location.
Miguel, on his fourth day of job hunting, decided to take a break at a cafe. He didn't have enough money for a proper meal, so he settled with some fries and a cup of iced water. While eating, he was cautiously glancing around his surroundings and looking for ways to leave the area as quickly as possible if the authorities showed up. Unfortunately, he was still homeless due to the cost of living here. It was too expansive for an undocumented citizen like Miguel. For now, he had to deal with living in the alleyways.
Once done eating, Miguel threw the tray away and took the cup with him to finish drinking it. But on his way out of the boardwalk, someone rudely bumped into him hard enough to lose his balance. It was already too late to confront the stranger, but he did notice a piece of paper, with his name written on it, on the ground. It was odd, but Miguel picked it up to have a closer look, thinking it was harmless. That was until he flipped it over and read the note:
Hiding in fear of being taken from your birth country?
Go to Angel's Hand, if you want to take a stand.
You aren't forgotten. - M.
Go to Angel's Hand, if you want to take a stand.
You aren't forgotten. - M.
There was fear in his eyes as Miguel desperately looked around for anything unusual activity. Yet, there were only people enjoying living. He took a moment to calm down by breathing in and out for a minute. After that much-needed breather, it was clear that someone knew him and using his status to their advantage. What would happen if he didn't go to this Angel's Hand? Will ICE be called? No choice, but to meet them and demand an explanation. As for the place, he recognized the name for that bar down the way.
So, he started making his way to the location.
It took Roshanna Chatterji two weeks to settle in Coral City. She found an affordable place and work as a customer service representative from a clothing store chain. Of course, it wasn't much money as she had hoped. But, it was enough to pay her fair share of the monthly rent. She was still unfamiliar to her roommates because they were full-time students, making interacting with them more difficult. Roshanna was kind of grateful for it because it meant not explaining how she ended up here. It was still too painful to talk about it openly.
Her phone went off, telling her that work was over for the day. Roshanna went to look for the manager in order to receive her paycheck. After waiting a few minutes, she went in and told her boss to have a good evening before grabbing the paycheck. On her way out, though, she noticed a piece of paper with her name on it. Roshanna hoped that it wasn't a note for one of her male co-workers. She had noticed how they were looking at her during the day. So, she flipped it around and tried to read the messy writing:
After reading it, she was confused and alarmed at the same time. There was no way that her co-workers could have written it. So, who did? Roshanna didn't have an answer, but she recognized the name. Angel's Hand. Recently, it was forced to shut down for good due to low profits caused by the pandemic. Even know some businesses were slowly recovering their losses, plenty were forced to close. Now that she knew the location, was it worth going there? Probably not.
However, it was her only lead. In order to protect herself from potential danger, Roshanna went to a nearby store and bought some pepper spray. Just to be safe. And then, she went on her way to the bar.
Her phone went off, telling her that work was over for the day. Roshanna went to look for the manager in order to receive her paycheck. After waiting a few minutes, she went in and told her boss to have a good evening before grabbing the paycheck. On her way out, though, she noticed a piece of paper with her name on it. Roshanna hoped that it wasn't a note for one of her male co-workers. She had noticed how they were looking at her during the day. So, she flipped it around and tried to read the messy writing:
Moving on with your life without getting true justice?
Go to Angel's Hand, if you want to take a stand.
You aren't forgotten. - M.
Go to Angel's Hand, if you want to take a stand.
You aren't forgotten. - M.
After reading it, she was confused and alarmed at the same time. There was no way that her co-workers could have written it. So, who did? Roshanna didn't have an answer, but she recognized the name. Angel's Hand. Recently, it was forced to shut down for good due to low profits caused by the pandemic. Even know some businesses were slowly recovering their losses, plenty were forced to close. Now that she knew the location, was it worth going there? Probably not.
However, it was her only lead. In order to protect herself from potential danger, Roshanna went to a nearby store and bought some pepper spray. Just to be safe. And then, she went on her way to the bar.
Running away from the pigs that haunt your life?
Go to Angel's Hand, if you want to take a stand.
You aren't forgotten. - M.
Go to Angel's Hand, if you want to take a stand.
You aren't forgotten. - M.
Holly Rae-Hunter looked at the strange note and then shoved it into her pocket. At first, she was terrified that her past was coming back to bite her. Who found her? How? She immediately contacted her mom, praying that nothing wrong happened to her. Thankfully, she was safe as were everyone else in the immediate family. It was relieving to hear their voices again. Holly learned that the authorities knew that she vanished, but seemed to have lost interest in targeting her family. That was the best news she had heard since coming to Coral City about a month ago.
Now, she was standing in front of the abandoned Angel's Hand. Holly made sure to look up the name and found out its location and rocky history. Its former owner died of a heart attack years ago, leaving his children to fight over it. While both of them were busy fighting, the quality of the food and drinks fell sharply. But what finally killed the family was the virus. Shortly after the stay-at-home order was imposed statewide, Angel's Hand was forced to close until the virus was contained. It remained closed for good.
But for some reason, the front door was unlocked.
Holly cautiously entered and found the place to be mostly empty with the expectation of anything drilled to the ground. She closed the door behind her and slowly made her way to the counter. It was just collecting dust, but there was something on it. A cell phone? It wasn't working when she tried to turn it on, but it wasn't left behind by the previous owners. Something was going on. Then suddenly, the front door started opening. In a panic, Holly hid behind the counter and hoped they were only sightseeing.
Yet, she heard the door closed, but the footsteps getting closer. Holly was ready to fight the stranger. But, she then heard a voice.
"Hello?"
Okay, pretend that I totally just posted the sheet now. Not because I totally forgot to reread it for grammar mistakes.
Okay, here's my fifth third attempt!
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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M I S F I T S
T R E M O R ♦ V I R T U E ♦ A N A R K Y ♦ B U N K E R
C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T
"We are the forgotten."
The American Dream. The idea that anyone can achieve success through hard work and determination in the United States of America. No barriers. No restraints. However, somewhere along the way, it died and became a trap to lure the desperate. While they may still obtain their freedom, they are forever stuck in the bottom while those in the top remain untouched. In recent years, there had been movements and groups that tried to challenge the system and demand meaningful change. But like everything that tends to happen, they were either crushed or forgotten by the majority of the population.
That was until now.
Non-stop protests across racism, police brutality, and other problems plaguing America. While people are protesting for change, there are four individuals who know what's going to happen next. They decide to stand their ground and force change as the American Dream is slowly decaying. They have been affected by both the dream and the system. They have been forgotten by those in their ivory towers. They are Misfits.
That was until now.
Non-stop protests across racism, police brutality, and other problems plaguing America. While people are protesting for change, there are four individuals who know what's going to happen next. They decide to stand their ground and force change as the American Dream is slowly decaying. They have been affected by both the dream and the system. They have been forgotten by those in their ivory towers. They are Misfits.
Tremor: Being a second-generation Indian American, Roshanna Chatterji spent her life trying to achieve the dream. That was until a drunk driver forever changed her life. Her mother died on the scene while her father lost feeling on his legs. The driver turned out to be the offspring of a well-known businesswoman, who was able to sweep the incident under the table while the Chatterjis had to deal with the medical bills. Her father became addicted and overdosed on painkillers. Roshanna left shortly after the funeral.
Virtue: Holly Ann Fields witnessed her father getting beaten to death by police officers after being mistaken for a robbery suspect. The officers involved in the murder got away, but the police department was forced to pay the Ann-Fields in a settlement. That caused some in the department to start harassing them for years. Getting tired of it, Holly exposed them in a post that went viral and painted a huge target on her back. Being a small-town police department, they were able to send her a clear message. Fearing for her life, Holly fled to protect her family.
Anarky: A Gothamite that grew up on the East Side of Gotham City, Lonnie Machin lived in an abusive household where his parents treated him like garbage. They were struggling to pay rent so his father began working for the Beretti crime family. His mother started stealing for the people that she was cleaning for. Eventually, both of them were caught and sent to prison for the crime of surviving in a fucked up place like Gotham. Lonnie was put in a statehouse and faced more abuse until he was kicked when he became eighteen.
Bunker: Miguel Barragan was unaware of being an undocumented citizen until he tried to apply for a driver's license. He tried to remain under the radar for most of his senior year until he came home to an empty house one day. His parents and baby sister were picked up by immigration agents. Fortunately, he was able to stay in a friend's house while he earned his high school diploma. Yet, the constant fear that someone was going to take him away caused him to leave. He had been on the move for a year now.
Virtue: Holly Ann Fields witnessed her father getting beaten to death by police officers after being mistaken for a robbery suspect. The officers involved in the murder got away, but the police department was forced to pay the Ann-Fields in a settlement. That caused some in the department to start harassing them for years. Getting tired of it, Holly exposed them in a post that went viral and painted a huge target on her back. Being a small-town police department, they were able to send her a clear message. Fearing for her life, Holly fled to protect her family.
Anarky: A Gothamite that grew up on the East Side of Gotham City, Lonnie Machin lived in an abusive household where his parents treated him like garbage. They were struggling to pay rent so his father began working for the Beretti crime family. His mother started stealing for the people that she was cleaning for. Eventually, both of them were caught and sent to prison for the crime of surviving in a fucked up place like Gotham. Lonnie was put in a statehouse and faced more abuse until he was kicked when he became eighteen.
Bunker: Miguel Barragan was unaware of being an undocumented citizen until he tried to apply for a driver's license. He tried to remain under the radar for most of his senior year until he came home to an empty house one day. His parents and baby sister were picked up by immigration agents. Fortunately, he was able to stay in a friend's house while he earned his high school diploma. Yet, the constant fear that someone was going to take him away caused him to leave. He had been on the move for a year now.
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
This is my backup, backup character. Anyway, like with Batman and Son of Zod, I still want to focus on and explore the real America. Not the one made up by propagandists and fantasized by older generations. And each of the four main characters has been affected by the flaws of the United States (Tremor: Healthcare and Big Pharma; Virtue: Police Brutality and Corruption; Anarky: Poverty and the System; and, Bunker: Undocumented and Immigration). If you're one of those people that hates politics in media (especially in video games and comics), you aren't going to enjoy this.
Yet, not every post is going to be political. I want to explain how these met up with each other and formed The Misfits. Explore how they go on with their lives in a post-Cold War/9-11 world. And I want to develop The Misfits into a respectable group that bow to neither the authorities nor the government. Hopefully, our characters are able to interact with each other and explore the fundamental differences between them.
And I should mention that this group is based on The Movement. I just changed the name (because it was too on the nose) and removed/added some characters. I hope that's fine.
Yet, not every post is going to be political. I want to explain how these met up with each other and formed The Misfits. Explore how they go on with their lives in a post-Cold War/9-11 world. And I want to develop The Misfits into a respectable group that bow to neither the authorities nor the government. Hopefully, our characters are able to interact with each other and explore the fundamental differences between them.
And I should mention that this group is based on The Movement. I just changed the name (because it was too on the nose) and removed/added some characters. I hope that's fine.
C H A R A C T E R N O T E S
Coral City, California: A city with a corrupt police department and a corrupt city hall.
Channel M: A hacker collective that plans on exposing corruption across the United States of America, starting with California.
Channel M: A hacker collective that plans on exposing corruption across the United States of America, starting with California.
S A M P L E P O S T
<Snipped quote by Mao Mao>
Not to be the bad guy (duh!), but having any other Kryptonians directly contradicts my entire concept. If you could find a way to rework the character and detach him from Krypton and Zod, I'd have no say actually have no problem with the character but right now since he'd technically fall under my legacy and it doesn't work. By my sheet's lore, Kal-El is the only Kryptonian that can achieve all these abilities under the light of the yellow sun. Furthmore, Kal-El is the only natural birth in a millennia, Hernan would have been genetically grown to fit a caste system.
It creates a lot of loose ends that complicate my otherwise more compact concept which I purposefully toned and focused in on a very small part of Superman's lore so I have room to grow and blossom from. Obviously @Master Bruce and @Hillan have the final say, but as the parent character player, I can't give this sheet my blessing.
I guess the world isn't ready for my EPIC dude. Time for my Plan C (whenever that's done)!
Well, after a day of thinking hard about it, I have decided to give it another shot. Hopefully, it works. Time for Plan B!
SON OF ZOD
"When I was young, my parents told me to hide my 'gift from God.' If it's truly a gift, he has a sick sense of humor."
C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T
Hernan Guerra was different. His mother and father knew something that he didn't about him. So, one day he asked them about his childhood. At first, his parents tried their best to provide a satisfying answer. But it wasn't enough. Then, he went to his sister for answers, but she clearly lying to him (badly). Frustrated, Hernan confronted his parents again and demanded an explanation. His father tried to calm him and it made things worst instead. In a fit of rage, Hernan stomped hard enough to leave a crater beneath him. It was also when he noticed that he was floating above the ground. He was scared.
Until his parents managed to calm him down. That was the first time that Hernan demonstrated a super-powered ability and it wasn't the last. Knowing that the lying was going to only hurt now, his parents told him of everything (with his sister present). It was on the night of their journey to the United States for a better opportunity. They saw something blight from the sky and hid behind some rocks, assuming it was the Border Patrol. Instead, it was something that crashed in front of them. Both of them investigated and discovered it was a rocket, containing Hernan inside. Before they could react, the authorities were making their way towards the scene. They took him and escaped before they were caught.
After being told the truth, Hernan was relieved and disturbed at the same time. And all he could do was hug his adopted parents.
As Hernan developed more strange abilities, his parents pressured him to hide them. He argued with them for a while before going behind their backs. It started with blowing away the chemicals from the crop dusters. Then, it got bolder. Completing the harvest on his own in one night once in a while. Eventually, he was caught. It happened during lunch at his high school. One of the racists was bullying Hernan, trying to egg him on. Of course, he did his best to avoid it. Until his sister got targeted and shoved to the ground. In a matter of seconds, the bully was on the ground with a broken arm. He tried to help his sister up, but everyone saw what happened. And it was so much that he ran home and hid for several hours.
His mother found him and comforted him as the authorities arrived at their home. Both of his parents were taken away by ICE, leaving him and his sister alone. Hernan wanted to save them, but his sister begged him to stay afraid that something could happen to him. So he did and it broke him. He remained on the farm until the guilt was too much to bear. Hernan left to find purpose in his life without saying anything to his sister. And with two years passed by, he watched as the American Dream was falling apart happily. Then, he heard about the latest ICE raids in the area that resulted in dozens detained, awaiting deportation.
That was when Hernan knew what he had to do.
Until his parents managed to calm him down. That was the first time that Hernan demonstrated a super-powered ability and it wasn't the last. Knowing that the lying was going to only hurt now, his parents told him of everything (with his sister present). It was on the night of their journey to the United States for a better opportunity. They saw something blight from the sky and hid behind some rocks, assuming it was the Border Patrol. Instead, it was something that crashed in front of them. Both of them investigated and discovered it was a rocket, containing Hernan inside. Before they could react, the authorities were making their way towards the scene. They took him and escaped before they were caught.
After being told the truth, Hernan was relieved and disturbed at the same time. And all he could do was hug his adopted parents.
As Hernan developed more strange abilities, his parents pressured him to hide them. He argued with them for a while before going behind their backs. It started with blowing away the chemicals from the crop dusters. Then, it got bolder. Completing the harvest on his own in one night once in a while. Eventually, he was caught. It happened during lunch at his high school. One of the racists was bullying Hernan, trying to egg him on. Of course, he did his best to avoid it. Until his sister got targeted and shoved to the ground. In a matter of seconds, the bully was on the ground with a broken arm. He tried to help his sister up, but everyone saw what happened. And it was so much that he ran home and hid for several hours.
His mother found him and comforted him as the authorities arrived at their home. Both of his parents were taken away by ICE, leaving him and his sister alone. Hernan wanted to save them, but his sister begged him to stay afraid that something could happen to him. So he did and it broke him. He remained on the farm until the guilt was too much to bear. Hernan left to find purpose in his life without saying anything to his sister. And with two years passed by, he watched as the American Dream was falling apart happily. Then, he heard about the latest ICE raids in the area that resulted in dozens detained, awaiting deportation.
That was when Hernan knew what he had to do.
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:
He's the backup character. On a serious note, I want to be able to vent in the midst of a global pandemic and a historical movement. I am in a household where it isn't the best so I can't talk to them about it. And besides writing in my journal, this is the best thing to do. In terms of Hernan, he doesn't know about his true family nor that his father was General Zod. And I don't have plans on clashing with Superman anytime soon (unless Wraith wants that to happen, idk). This season will deal with him, trying to become a hero (well, a hero that goes and happily stands against the American government).
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