My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet.
My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament.
My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds - pretty standard, really. At the age of twelve, I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles.
There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking. I highly suggest you try it.
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
_________________________________________________________ Bruce W. Wayne _________________________________________________________ Caucasian | Billionaire Industrialist _________________________________________________________ Gotham City | New Jersey | USA
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ALLIES
ALFRED PENNYWORTH - The Batcave's Man-at-arms. The faithful butler and father figure since Bruce's parents died, Alfred is still perfectly capable of upkeeping Wayne Manor and all of it's secrets - but he's slowing down. Despite his stubborn tenacity to serve, Bruce is more than aware that his old friend isn't long for this world and wants nothing more than for him to take a step back and enjoy the time he has left.
LIEUTENANT JAMES GORDON - Head of the MCU. Offered a demotion by the Mayor as a means of compromising following public scrutiny over his alignment with The Batman, Gordon was a phone call away from resigning out of a sense of integrity. Only when The Dark Knight convinced him otherwise did he accept the Mayor's terms. Now, the vigilante feels he owes it to his closest ally in the field to make their partnership even more worth the sacrifice.
SELINA KYLE - Owner of The Iceberg Lounge. Having worked with Batman to oust Oswald Cobblepot from power within the criminal underworld, the one-time Catwoman has briefly hung up her whip in an effort to run what was once the central hub of Gotham City's most illicit dealings. Dedicating her newfound resources towards setting up a supposed criminal empire of her own, Selina both acts as a crucial informant to the Bat-Family and as a silent protector of those who are victimized by her clientele.
WILLIAM ANDERSON - His honor, The Mayor of Gotham. A former city councilman and family man that successfully campaigned on traditional values and the re-establishment of order, Anderson's zero-tolerance policies brought him directly into conflict with the unspoken rule of the GCPD's allowance of vigilante justice. Promising to rid the city of both the influence of the criminal element and The Batman, the Mayor has graciously accepted the aid of Bruce Wayne as a financial benefactor since the beginning. Because despite his firm stance against his alter-ego, everything Wayne has discovered about Anderson seems to point toward a genuine soul willing to fight for the good of the city.
COMMISSIONER RENEE MONTOYA - Leader of The GCPD, founder of The GTO. While accepting the task of replacing Jim Gordon was difficult, Montoya is more pragmatic about her approach when dealing with the combined threat of Gotham's supervillains and it's plainclothes criminals. She knows that both need equal attention, so after working with Mayor Anderson to develop it, Montoya has established the Gotham Terrorist Oppression Unit to take the fight to the repeat offenders of Arkham Asylum and Blackgate. Along with Captain Bullock, the GTO's leader, she runs a tight ship to weed out the best of the best. While she hasn't any grievances with The Batman, she also doesn't outwardly condone his methods - and if ordered to arrest him or his followers, she'll do so without hesitation.
ENEMIES
The Joker The Penguin/Oswald Cobblepot Professor Hugo Strange Two-Face/Harvey Dent The Riddler/Edward Nashton Mr. Freeze/Victor Fries Carmine "The Roman" Falcone The Scarecrow/Jonathan Crane Ra's Al Ghul Talia Al Ghul Bane
OPERATIVES
Nightwing/Dick Grayson* Batgirl/Barbara Gordon Robin/Timothy Drake-Wayne Redbird/Damian Wayne Black Bat/Cassandra Cain-Wayne Spoiler/Stephanie Brown Signal/Duke Thomas Azrael/Jean-Paul Valley Bluebird/Harper Row Batwing/Luke Fox
*Protects the city of Blüdhaven, so is more of a reserve.
(These are all subject to change based on anyone applying for them.) -
This version of Batman has been operating in Gotham City since 2008, and is roughly in his mid-forties. He was a founding member of The Justice League and remained with the team until their disbandment, seeing no desire to return. His history largely reflects that of the Post-Crisis/Rebirth continuities, where he became dedicated to crimefighting after the murder of his parents, trained his mind and body to their limits in a worldwide journey, returned to fight the corrupt while disguised as a fearsome creature of the night, made enemies of increasingly volatile opportunists and the insane, adopted several recruits into the fold and oversaw their training, built up an arsenal of some of the most advanced non-lethal technology and weapons on Earth, and firmly established himself in the world of buisness while also presenting the facade of a careless playboy. He's legally adopted Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, and Cassandra Cain as his children, and has a biological son in Damian. He still believes that Jason Todd died the night that The Joker murdered him. And while he and Selina Kyle nearly married, it wasn't meant to be.
P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S )
Bruce will be driven by one of his worst habits: the fear that eventually, he'll lose everyone closest to him to violence. While he obviously has a rather large family of agents, Batman has become increasingly isolated from them and operates on his own in the field. This makes him vulnerable to behavior that could threaten everything he's built, particularly when his enemies seize the opportunity to make his life hell under the machinations of a mysterious third party looking to destabilize the well-being of Gotham's protector out of personal revenge. To do that, Batman will be put through a gauntlet of his worst foes, from The Riddler to Bane, Ra's Al Ghul, The Penguin, and eventually, The Joker, who still has yet to pay for the murder of the second Robin many years ago. And on the path towards that endgame, he'll be forced to come into conflict with those who bear his symbol to ultimately challenge this pattern of behavior.
After some deliberation, I'm going to go ahead and withdraw my Daredevil application. There's some real life stuff ahead that's going to limit my time for awhile and I don't think I'll be able to commit between this and another game in development. Sorry for the false start. Best of luck to you all.
I want to write more of a crime drama with Daredevil than I've done in the past. I've dabbled a bit in that world with Bats, but always with the goal of getting to facing off against the next supervillain. Rewatching some episodes of the Netflix series, I was reminded of why I love that show so much - it's not about DD vs. The Kingpin, necessarily, so much as it's about an expansive world that Fisk cultivates. The Russians and the Irish, Madame Gao, Punisher, and eventually The Hand and Fisk's inner network. You get a lot of great torment of Matt's soul in between the hallway fights, so it's all stuff that I want to do my own take on.
Plus, Daredevil was one of my earliest big RPG characters. It's been quite a few years since I played him and I've grown alot since, so I've always wanted to go back and revisit him without the handicap of my past limitations. Hell, @Byrd Man and I became friends because we were doing an interaction as Daredevil and Urich.
Matthew M. Murdock ♦ Defense Attorney♦ Hell's Kitchen, New York City ♦ The Law Offices Of Nelson & Murdock
C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:
"God forgives you. He allows you to commit your sins as long as you repent for them. As long as you're willing to play by his rules. But as you can see, I'm not God. I don't follow his rules. And I don't forgive."
Seven years into his career as a vigilante, and Matt Murdock has only recently graduated from being known as the black-suited Devil Of Hell's Kitchen to being the crimson-clad Daredevil. While he and his legal partner, Foggy Nelson, barely manage to hold onto their low-rent law practice out of Hell's Kitchen, Murdock's nightly assault against the criminal element has begun to break through the barriers of underlings, naming a source for the Kitchen's ongoing misery: Wilson Fisk, the supposed 'Kingpin' of crime.
After trying to flesh out concepts where he's actually a mob lawyer, a devoted ninja of The Hand or an avenging priest, I came to the conclusion that Daredevil is one of those characters that isn't broke, so I shouldn't fix him. My main change from the regular canon will instead be that while Matt will still possess all the good stuff that makes DD a standout, his villains are gonna be nerfed a bit in order to portray a living, thriving criminal element for Hell's Kitchen. So while The Kingpin is the definite head of the snake, characters like Gladiator, Jester, Purple Man, and even The Hand are going to be folded into criminal factions of their own rather than act as gimmicky super-powered foes from the Lee/Everett days. Which isn't a huge shift for characters like Bullseye or Elektra, since they're largely just really skilled assassins, but it'll present a challenge for someone like Mister Fear, whose gimmick remains a little outlandish.
Other than that, I want to make small changes here and there that won't really affect anyone but Matt. His mother, for instance, didn't abandon him and he was never trained by Stick. I hope flourishes like that will help me build my own version of the character, albeit not too far off from the original.
C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:
There's no real timeline. Daredevil's been active for seven years, but none of the major landmark events have happened beyond Matt's origin, his college years, Foggy discovering the secret, and Matt generally building up a solid reputation as an attorney. As for the NPCs I've decided on thus far...
Franklin 'Foggy' Nelson - Matt's best friend and law partner. Learned his secret years ago. Still hasn't quite gotten used to the idea that his blind ex-roommate is a violent masked vigilante.
Ben Urich - Daredevil's contact in the New York Bulletin. One of the last truly good reporters in New York, he's been working the Kingpin case for close to twenty years. Isn't aware of Daredevil's true identity and doesn't care who he is - the minute that Kingpin is brought down, he's convinced that he'll turn his efforts towards exposing the vigilante, aswell.
Karen Page - Nelson & Murdock's paralegal. She's only been employed for the last two years, but has secrets of her own that are just beginning to work their way into the responsibilities of her job. Still, Foggy trusts her. Matt doesn't.
Sister Maggie - A nun at St. Michael's church, where Matt confesses regularly. Matt has always known they were mother and son, and there was no attempt to hide it. But they've developed an odd relationship over the years: Maggie knows about her son's double life and doesn't approve, but knows he can't be dissuaded. All she can do is guide him, God willing.
Wilson Fisk - The shadow looming over Hell's Kitchen since Matt was a boy. Fisk's stranglehold on the neighborhood has made it an increasingly hostile area of New York, and he doesn't care how many have suffered to enact his vision of a kind of evil that he can personally control. He doesn't see Daredevil as a threat, anymore than another costumed vigilante. But escalating tensions with the other crimelords will point them towards eachother.
Elektra Natchios - Fisk's number one. Elektra was the love of Matt's life, so he thought at the time, but fate had other plans for them. Now, she's sworn loyalty to The Kingpin, utilizing skills that make her one of the deadliest women alive.
Paul Denning - Unbeknownst to Matt or Foggy, Denning is about to become their newest client - for a crime of particular interest to Mr. Murdock.
The Bullseye Killer - An unseen, unmatched serial murderer-for-hire that's appeared in a couple of key cold cases. He and Daredevil have never clashed, but both men are eager to change that.
S A M P L E P O S T:
"Then we accept defeat, Fog. The judge isn't going to wake up tomorrow with a more lenient personality. Alvarez withheld details from us, and that alone could net a perjury charge, let alone lying on the stand."
Matt Murdock felt himself lean into a nervous tick he'd developed on the many subway rides he'd taken across town. Taking his cane, he'd subconsciously begun unfolding it into his right hand and squeezed hard. It wasn't due to the shop talk, as he and Foggy had spent countless nights arguing over their firm's procedure on litigation. Unlike most people, Murdock hadn't ever afforded himself the luxury of leaving work at work. He narrowed his brow, beginning to fold the cane back into it's proper shape. It wasn't the work that bothered him at all.
"Wait, did you just ask me to accept defeat? Mr. Son-Of-A-Boxer? You're usually the one talking me down out of any rational motion. When did we switch roles?"
Murdock's expression didn't break as he adjusted the earbuds wirelessly connected to his phone. What bothered him was the noise of the car. The feel of the vibration. The electricity running beneath them. The buzzing of the lights above them. Everything about a subway was absolute pain for him, with sounds and smells and the feeling of it all trapped, bouncing back and reverberating in on itself.
"I'm capable of occasionally being wrong. And I was wrong. We know that Alvarez wasn't with the other men whenever the robbery occurred. What we didn't know is that it's because he didn't need to be."
"I know, I know. He provided them with the keypad's entry code. That's how the perpetrators were able to break in and that's how he was able to bypass your... instincts, because he technically didn't participate the night of. But it isn't our fault, exactly. How were we supposed to know he'd wiped his employment record off of their servers?"
"We wouldn't have, which is irrelevant now. The case is unwinnable unless he can revise his testimony to line up with the prosecution's argument. I'm just trying to defer to how you'd think about this, for a change."
"Yeah, and that's actually scary. That's exactly what I'd do. I feel like I'm talking to a pod person right now..."
"Pod person?"
"Y'know. From the movie. The old movie where..."
"Yes, because I watch so many of those. With my big screen television and my 3D glasses."
"Oh, screw you and your woe-is-me bullshit, Murdock. I happen to know you own at least three copies of Raging Bull. One of them used to be mine!"
Matt smirked. "I actually kind of doubt you even own a blu-ray player."
"I own one! It's just buried under a mountain of pizza boxes and gym shorts..."
As Murdock was prepared to deliver another retort, he suddenly paused.
A faint aroma had hit him out of nowhere. Growing stronger by the second. A fellow subway passenger's perspiration, he recognized, leaving the pores of their skin. It could have easily been nothing, but he had to be sure. Removing one earbud, Matt carefully listened in as the sound of a distant heartbeat became clearer, pounding like a heavy drum that was less than six inches from his face. Someone infront of him, probably about three feet away, was nervous as hell.
"Matt? Hey counselor, you there?"
He wasn't listening. Infact, he'd already ended the call, reflexively.
It could have been about anything. Maybe someone had suffered a stressful day at the office. Perhaps they were claustrophobic, and hated getting on the subway. But like Matt himself, they found that it was faster than trying to let a cabbie in this borough make his way through traffic without a couple of fender benders. Maybe...
Murdock sighed to himself.
Maybe it was exactly what he suspected.
"Hey! What're you---?!"
A woman's voice cried out just ahead. Matt felt the seat shift as she suddenly stood up. The person with the drumkit heart had broken out into a symphony, internally, as he apparently had grabbed the woman's purse and was in the process of wrestling it away. He was a larger man, over six feet tall. Greased hair, unkempt. Terrible aftershave. An alarming lack of deodorant.
Matt's grip on his cane tightened considerably. Apart from him, there were only two other passengers in the car at this time of night. Both of them were currently fighting over a faux leather handbag.
"BITCH, LET GO!"
"Help! For god's sake, call 9-1-1!"
"Shut the fuck up!"
Then Matt smelled the hefty chunk of metal. Felt the flesh of the mugger's fingers slip against the handle, fighting it's way through the denim of his pocket. Matt immediately stood to attention himself, though he knew that there was little he could do. They would easily suspect something was amiss if the blind man in the corner suddenly did a somersault through the air and planted the heel of his shoe against the mugger's spine. It wouldn't even take a functioning pair of eyes to see what was going on there.
"YOU WANT THE BAG OR YOU WANNA LIVE?!"
Matt remained still as she reluctantly, fearfully, let go of the purse strings upon his retrieval of the gun. And he grit his teeth. Waiting for the moment. Thankfully, the big, burly idiot gave him the moment when he stepped back. Matt could feel him blocking her field of vision. He was focused entirely on her, gun drawn. Ready for her to make the wrong move, or perhaps anticipating it, giving him an excuse to shoot.
Immediately, Murdock sprang into action. Untethering the cane and revealing the cable underneath, he pinpointed the number of lights hovering above them, blinking on with a pathetic little amount of electricity. Three needed to be cleared. Tossing the unsheathed portions of his cane, which acted not unlike a certain pair of billy clubs still at home, Matt pulled back on the cable and effectively whipped them upward. The mugger and his would-be victim gasped as the first light shattered on impact. Followed by the second. Then the third.
Neither of them even noticed Matt rushing the mugger at a steady pace from behind, melting into the pitch-black darkness as the woman screamed in horror, perhaps thinking that the entire subway was under attack.
A few horrifying sounds of bones crunching under fists.
Some swift movements generating a gentle breeze.
The mugger himself screaming out in agony.
A hunk of metal hitting the floor and sliding...
Before the woman could even try to regain her composure, a light suddenly appeared from the corner. She shielded her eyes, allowing them to adjust.
"Ma'am? Ma'am, is everything okay?"
It was the blind man from earlier. He was holding up his cellphone, hopelessly pointing it's flashlight towards the wrong end of the cab. She looked down, and let out a loud gasp. The mugger who had assaulted her was unconscious at her feet. Blood oozing from out of his nose, mouth, and a fresh gash in his temple. She fell backward into her seat, astonished. The blind man reached out towards nothing, she realized, but he was nevertheless willing to help.
Very well, where do I begin?
My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet.
My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament.
My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds - pretty standard, really. At the age of twelve, I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles.
There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking. I highly suggest you try it.
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Very well, where do I begin? <br><br>My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. <br><br>My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. <br><br>My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds - pretty standard, really. At the age of twelve, I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. <br><br>There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking. I highly suggest you try it.</div>
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