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Ultimate One Universe: Emergence

I enjoyed them. A lot going on, but good.

@Sep

Animation was a bit stiff, but I liked pretty much everything else on a decent level.

Ultimate One Universe: Emergence

Finally got around to the Crisis movies DC Animation put out. Decent.

Ultimate One Universe: Emergence

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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^{"I still have doubts why I persist in this twisted shell. I just know the moon wills me to be so, and so will I for perpetuity."}

^{_{M A R C S P E C T O R ♦ V I G I L A N T E ♦ N E W Y O R K C I T Y}}

O R I G I N S:

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The story of Marc Spector is a simple one.

Idiot kid endeavors to become something more than himself and joins the greatest institution for world peace, or so he was told. In the military arm of the United States he becomes a weapon for his country but loses his soul along the way and it ends up with him being shot in the back in the middle of the desert by someone he thought he trusted. An ancient entity that resembles the moon god of Khonsu resurrects him and molds his mind into a weapon of vengeance and a prophet of order. It splinters his brain into five million pieces. He survives the desert, but when he comes home to New York City things are not quite the same.

With his new responsibilities and a brain that is tooling between madness and virtue he does the only thing he has ever know how to do: fight for those who cannot.

S A M P L E P O S T:

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New York City.

It is a cancer, an irreversible rot of corruption, decay, and hopelessness. It’s also a beacon of hope, industry, and progress. It is like the crescent moon, both bright and swallowed in the coldness of the dusk. It is my home. It is my domain.

“You’ve been drinking too much again.”

Marlene’s voice is stern. Annoyed. She signed up for crazy, but not for stupid.

I can’t help but think she’s right, but for me it all helps. Khonshu has damned me with bleak, indiscerptible visions that point toward what must be done. Downing a few bottles of vodka is peace of mind.

“Can’t be helped. Makes the visions clearer.”

“Better or easier?”

“Yeah.”

A quick conciliation. Alcohol doesn’t make the visions easier to understand, it makes them easier to cope with. My brain is already twisted and broken, there’s nothing the alcohol will do that’s worse than cosmic magic or processing the tongue of a being that’s beyond human comprehension and wills.

“I will try.”

“To?”

“Go easier with it.”

She sighs before clasping the two bottles in front of her and tossing them in the bin next to her. “Marc… you’ve got to keep a clear head or you’ll make a mistake and–”

“Khonshu might not bail me out again. I know.”

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

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Ultimate One Universe: Emergence

A Crescent Moon Awaits...

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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^{"I still have doubts why I persist in this twisted shell. I just know the moon wills me to be so, and so will I for perpetuity."}

^{_{M A R C S P E C T O R ♦ V I G I L A N T E ♦ N E W Y O R K C I T Y}}

O R I G I N S:

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The story of Marc Spector is a simple one.

Idiot kid endeavors to become something more than himself and joins the greatest institution for world peace, or so he was told. In the military arm of the United States he becomes a weapon for his country but loses his soul along the way and it ends up with him being shot in the back in the middle of the desert by someone he thought he trusted. An ancient entity that resembles the moon god of Khonsu resurrects him and molds his mind into a weapon of vengeance and a prophet of order. It splinters his brain into five million pieces. He survives the desert, but when he comes home to New York City things are not quite the same.

With his new responsibilities and a brain that is tooling between madness and virtue he does the only thing he has ever know how to do: fight for those who cannot.

S A M P L E P O S T:

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New York City.

It is a cancer, an irreversible rot of corruption, decay, and hopelessness. It’s also a beacon of hope, industry, and progress. It is like the crescent moon, both bright and swallowed in the coldness of the dusk. It is my home. It is my domain.

“You’ve been drinking too much again.”

Marlene’s voice is stern. Annoyed. She signed up for crazy, but not for stupid.

I can’t help but think she’s right, but for me it all helps. Khonshu has damned me with bleak, indiscerptible visions that point toward what must be done. Downing a few bottles of vodka is peace of mind.

“Can’t be helped. Makes the visions clearer.”

“Better or easier?”

“Yeah.”

A quick conciliation. Alcohol doesn’t make the visions easier to understand, it makes them easier to cope with. My brain is already twisted and broken, there’s nothing the alcohol will do that’s worse than cosmic magic or processing the tongue of a being that’s beyond human comprehension and wills.

“I will try.”

“To?”

“Go easier with it.”

She sighs before clasping the two bottles in front of her and tossing them in the bin next to her. “Marc… you’ve got to keep a clear head or you’ll make a mistake and–”

“Khonshu might not bail me out again. I know.”

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

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Ultimate One Universe: Emergence

I have an idea.

Ultimate One Universe: Emergence

I'll take a look. Looks like you guys have a good foundation. Haven't written in a year and my life is in the toilet, so I'll see what I can do before I finalize a concept. Just glad y'all are still doing these.

Pariah Online

I appreciate all of the interest from the invited parties. I will try to read them ASAP, but life is a lot busier in my 30s than it was in my 20s.

Pariah Online

Location: Mizushima Gaming Corporation, Tokyo, Japan

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“Should we tell them?”

There was a quiet unease that could be felt in the server room, a long pause emanating between the towering shadows of the computer servers and the administrators who had been sent in to investigate the anomalies in the system—anomalies that would have far-reaching consequences that the company at large was not prepared for. In short, the company that provided a unique virtual reality experience for the general public for a whole year without any major issues had suddenly run into an error that could’ve brought attention to them in the form of litigation and financial ruin. This concern being that the players that were currently logged into Pariah Online were at serious risk in that the integrity of their safety had been compromised; compromised to the point of actual risk of death beyond the simulation.

It was every virtual reality designer’s worst nightmare.

“They deserve to know.”

The other administrator looked to his ‘partner’, a scowl forming on his lips. “Do you want to cause a panic?”

The idea to inform the active playerbase that they could lose their lives if they perished in the game was a double-edged sword; but really, both administrators knew that even if they didn’t tell them they would find out as soon as their healing wards no longer worked on reviving their comrades. It was the kind of scenario that was a legitimate horror movie to the people inside the company and those who had invested into the innovative experiment in the first place. Pariah couldn’t fail—too much money had been put into it and not enough money had been made off it. If the efforts of the administrative team failed to locate an issue and solve it, both of the two people in the server room knew it would be them, not the board, who would be the fall guy for the colossal breach in public safety and trust. It would be them who would be offered up to the proverbial guillotine.

Maybe even the actual guillotine.

“We’re going to have a panic if we don’t.”

There was another pause.

“I am aware.”

The older Japanese man sighed as he went over the data again. He’d have to compose a proper message and have one of the attendants carry it out. But what kind of words wouldn’t result in the game world being at risk? If he said the wrong thing people would die. If he didn’t say anything at all? Well, it would be almost as bad. They didn’t train you for these kind of perils, but he supposed that was the problem with building a game around the technology they had gotten their hands on. He still didn’t completely understand it. Only the creator of the technology did and he had disappeared months ago; a disappearance that made him wonder if it was connected to the glitch infecting the system. But what reason could Toshiro Mizushima have to destroy his life's work?

It was a question he would have to ponder at a later date, at least.

He just hoped that the gamers inside the virtual world would be able to survive long enough for there to be a plan in place...

SECOND HALF POST COMING REAL SOON

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R A E L
R A E L

^{“Nobody owes me anything. I did what I had to do.”}

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 D A T A C H A R A C T E R D A T A _________________________________________________________ True Self Hanako Moriyama Persona Rael Pathos Draethir Role DPS Weapon of Choice Spear Domains Conjuration Enhancement Lightning Wind Playstyle & Attitude TBD

H A N A K O M O R I Y A M A: C O R P O R A T E H E I R H A N A K O M O R I Y A M A: C O R P O R A T E H E I R ________________________________________________________________________________________ -- R A E L: I N F A M O U S W A Y F A R E R R A E L: I N F A M O U S W A Y F A R E R ________________________________________________________________________________________ Rael is a problem. But she’s also a problem solver. Very early into the first year of the virtual world Rael discovered the denizens, the NPCs that inhabited the world, had many needs. This was where she found herself in lieu with unsavory characters such as Malacius Secre who had a desire for the dungeons to not only be dealt with but for certain items inside them be transferred to his hands instead of that of any fraternity or noble house. This pissed off many people, whom Rael often bragged to before making off with many items. Eventually it led to Rael having a black mark on her name, but guilds who refused to group up with her found themselves soon realizing that she was quickly becoming one of the more adept dungeoneers in the world. Rael certainly believed she was the best and it cemented her reputation further. The reputation of the wayfarer everyone hated, but intrinsically always wanted on their side. It became a strange double-sided sword of sorts. When she saw a double-cross coming, she enjoyed the thrill of it. She was a ‘tank’ who focused on agility and dexterity. To dodge and weave as her spear did short work of anyone who tried anything funny. Rael was confident she would always win a battle of attrition and while such a thought is hilariously overcompensating, it seems so far she has been mostly right. It always seems to be she’s there… right when she’s needed. She likes that. She likes that a lot.

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Spells & Spell-like Abilities

TBD

Character Feats

TBD

THIS SHEET IS A WORK IN PROGRESS CIRCA 7-18-24

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