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Ultimate One Universe: Emergence

For those who are also past the two week mark, most of you have given prior notice and I've made a note of it. As a result, you're all safe for a few more weeks. But by mid-September, I'm gonna have to start singling people out. Which I hate to do, but it's nessescary. Even if I'm on that list too, it's one of those things that has to be enforced.

Just try and keep it in mind in the future.

@Master Bruce

I think coming out of a long writing break was rough as it was before my father's health issues and my dog's death hit me. I've informed Doc of my intention to continue trying to get out of my own head and contribute to this game, but I'd understand if its not intuitive to keep me around. I am still going to try to get Moon Knight started this week unless I've already been removed from the active roster, no hard feelings otherwise.

Just wanted to post this to publicly acknowledge my issues and that I am trying.

Ultimate One Universe: Emergence

Dad was hospitalized after a bad fall, just giving everyone a head's up if anything I put up this week is shaky or taking too long.

Ultimate One Universe: Emergence

I mean, we have a lot of unconventional week one-rs, expediating Wonder Woman or Aquaman doesn't seem so crazy in contrast.

I think if I get a feel for my writing, a second application for someone more cosmic or extranormal than street level would keep me balanced, but who can say.

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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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 interactions and stories.

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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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 interactions and stories.

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.