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Los Angeles National Bank, Los Angeles

“You shut your mouths, the lot of you!” President Nixon shouted, waving his gun in the air wildly. “Else I can’t be held accountable for what Obama is gonna’ do for ya’!”

So far the robbery was going swimmingly. The three men had moved into the lobby quickly and efficiently only a few minutes prior, each sporting realistic latex masks characterising several former and current Presidents of the United States. It was a ballsy tactic, which had gained the group a lot of media coverage over the last few weeks as a result of several similar bank heists around the Los Angeles area. Today was the sixth recorded robbery at hands of President Nixon, Clinton, and Obama, and by now, the three of them were a well-oiled machine. While Nixon and Obama took care of the lobby and the hostages, Clinton made his way to the vault where he worked his magic.

One might think that Clinton had the hard job. Nevertheless, it was Nixon and his dislike for keeping hostages that was the most volatile part of the job. Much like now, where the masked man had decided to rile up an elderly woman, who in turn had decided to not take any of the man’s ‘shit’.

“I don’t care who you think you are, young man. But I will not be spoken to in that tone!” She boomed, rising up slightly from her mobility scooter.

The response shook Nixon slightly. He froze for several seconds, before regaining his cool and reaffirming his grip on his weapon.

He snarled, getting down into her face as he did so. “Obama over here will be putting a cap’ in yo’ ass in a minute. Ain’t that right brother?”

Instead of a similar sounding threat emerging from Obama’s mouth-hole, the man lightly groaned for a few seconds, his body going somewhat limp. Nixon seemed to have picked up on this, as he turned to look at his partner in a questioning manner.

“Lou? Wh... what are you…”

Bang.

Nixon instantly collapsed onto the floor in pain, clutching his leg screeching as he did so. The screeching was soon mirrored by the various hostages around the room, with the crouched crowd recoiling in a mixture of fear and confusion at the current precedings. Obama however continued standing, his gun still cocked and aimed at where his partner’s leg had previously been moment before, the end smoking.

Nixon swore loudly into the air as he gripped his leg tight in an effort to stop the bleeding. “What the fucking hell did ya’ do that for ya’ crazy bastard!?”

As if waking up from a deep sleep, Obama sprang into life, panting and sweating. His eyes widened underneath his mask at the sight of his outstretched arm and the smoking, with them widening even more when he spotted his partner down below him.

“I..I don’t…” He sputtered, his European accent littered with an innocent confusion.

Before Nixon could inform Obama of what he had bloody well done, but his words soon died out as another voice echoed throughout the lobby. It was high, cold, and clear. Yet mocking. There was absolutely not telling as to where it was coming from.

So, there’s something I’ve been meaning to try recently.

The two thieved stopped in their tracks at once, the two spinning around in terror for the source of the sound.

You know those terrible cartoons from the nineties that everyone praises beyond belief despite their awful animation and plotlines? Well a lot a’ them have these telepaths or guys who can channel psychic energy into the form of a weapons like swords or daggers. Well I’ve been thinking…

At once he appeared, standing directly in front of the two men, posing nonchalantly. His clothes were extremely casual in nature, with the teenager simply sporting a pair of ripped black skinny jeans, along with a slim fitting running top, sporting a large red empowering ‘W’. To top it off, he wore a slightly tatty sleeveless denim jacket, the back of which was decorated with the before mentioned ‘W’. His hair completed the punk look, with it erupting out of the top of his head in a violent pink Mohawk. What was more violent than the hair however, was the menacing smile that was stretched across his face. He was Quentin Quire. He was Wonder Man.

As he appeared, his arms moved about in front of him. Before long, something bright seemed to appear within them, slowly growing and evolving. That is until in his hands was the light blue translucent body of a shotgun.

Heh. Psychic shotgun.

He fired. Unlike Obama’s shot, this time, not a sound could be heard. However that didn’t mean that it didn’t do anything. At once Obama and Nixon found themselves going flying, hitting the wall behind them in unison. They were unconscious before they even hit the wall, their minds having just been metaphorically shot.

Also, why the Presidential masks? I mean I know Nixon said that When the President does it, it means that it’s not illegal, but I’m pretty sure that quote had some context to it.” Quentin jeered, as he moved forward, sheepishly walking over the bodies, inspecting them mentally.

As if arriving solely to answer his question, the door’s to their left burst open, as Bill Clinton barged into the room, his own gun raised. At the sight of his unconscious partners however, he froze. Ever so slowly, he moved his eyes between their bodies and the teenager above them, visibly growing angrier with every second that he did so.

“What the fuck have you done?” He demanded. “Who the fuck are you?”

Me?” Quentin asked with a smile, as he psychically cocked his weapons. “I’m Wonder Man.


♦ Quintavius "Quentin" Quirinius Quire ♦
“It's all fake and illusion. That's what cool is. That's what charisma is. That's what everything is.”


A L I G N M E NT


Walking the line.
Chaotic Neutral.

A F F I L I A T I O N


Former student at Xavier's Academy of Gifted Youngsters, as well as former partner of Simon Williams.
Currently flying solo.

O R I G I N



Quentin's outing as a mutant turned out to be a very dramatic affair. It began with a series of violent migraines, with him at one point breaking down in class due to all the voices speaking in his head. Soon the thoughts became overwhelming. Quire couldn’t concentrate at all. During lunch one day at school, they all became too much for him to handle. He called for them to stop. They did. However so did everyone within the school district. Horrified to see that nobody was moving, Quentin curled up in the cafeteria in tears.

That was when he met Wonder Man. The superhero had been sent by S.H.I.E.L.D. to investigate the situation at hand. Upon discovering Quentin, Wonder Man began to comfort the young teenager, revealing that his name was in fact Simon Williams. The hero helped calm Quentin down, enabling him to reverse the mental paralysation of everyone. After taking the boy to a S.H.I.E.L.D. helicarrier, through a series of tests it was discovered that Quentin was actually a mutant and that the voices were in fact the thoughts of everyone around him, due to him having the ability of telepathy. After being questioned by S.H.I.E.L.D about the incident, the organization offered to contact Professor Charles Xavier for a place at his Institute. He was practically kicked out the house by his parents due to him being a mutant so therefore had no other choice but to enroll.

While his time at Xavier’s school wasn’t terrible, Quentin struggled to make any decent friends, falling in with the likes of Glob Herman. Due to this friendship, he began to get picked on by the other students, leading him to have more of an angry and snarky nature. This escalated on his 15th birthday where he received a phone call from his “Parents” who informed him that he was adopted. This through Quentin over the edge, with him developing a drug problem as well as making him more violent. Due to this, he constantly questioned Xavier’s views on mutant and human relations, with him even going so far as to venture into town with his two friends to violently beat a gang of human who had insulted/bullied him previously whenever he had ventured off campus. Xavier knew instantly when they returned, prompting an argument between the two, with Quentin knocking Xavier unconscious and declaring a riot at the school.

The riot was quickly subdued but not before the death of a fellow student. Due to his actions, Quentin was taken into SHIELD custody where he spent months locked away in the Raft. That was until Quentin manged to make his escape during a mass breakout.

Deciding to celebrate his new freedom, Quentin decided to infiltrate an international arms conference in Switzerland, where he telepathically forced a number of world leaders to reveal their deepest, darkest secrets on camera. Before any more damage could be caused however, he found himself facing the very hero who had helped him all those years ago; Wonder Man. Despite not having seen Simon Williams in such a long time, Quentin took kindly to seeing a friendly face. While he initially fought back against the hero, Quentin eventually conceded, falling to the floor in tears.

Feeling that placing Quentin back behind bars would only make his sociopathic tendencies worse, Wonder Man decided to strike a deal with S.H.I.E.L.D. As such, Quentin was released into Wonder Man's custody, with Simon hoping that in taking the boy under his wings, he'd have a chance to try and rehabilitate him.

Due to their extremely opposing views on modern heroics, the two argued constantly during their first few weeks together, although in time, Quentin started to grow and broaden his mind somewhat to other points of view. They were even starting to become friends.

Tragedy struck however when the towering figure of Galactus appeared over the planet. Simon was one of many of Earth's heroes to take up the fight, leaving Quentin behind in Los Angeles. Wonder Man was a great contribution to the Earth's defense against the Devourer of Worlds, yet regardless Galactus soon took the upper hand. That was before Wonder Man hit Galactus with everything he had, releasing a colossal blast of ionic energy. As a result, Simon dissipated into ionic energy, dead.

Quentin was left alone in the world once more.

This time however, he decided against wallowing in his pity and becoming violent like before. Instead, he decided to honor his friend, and what he stood for, by donning the infamous "W" and becoming the all-new Wonder Man.


P O W E R S & A B I L I T I E S


Telepathy: Quentin his capable of using deep and subtle influence, as well as displaying various psionic abilities with the minds of others including reading and communicating with thoughts over vast distances. He most relies on channelling his mental energy as a astral energy shotgun construct which manifests the focused totality of his telepathic powers, which deals direct mental damage leading to intense pain as well as sometimes unconsciousness.

Psychic Intelligence: He is able to organize and construct his thoughts at accelerated rates, process data at high speeds, construct and formulate his thoughts with vast quantity and quality, project ideas and impressions into the minds of others and naturally shield himself from psychic assaults.

S U P P O R T I N G C A S T


Simon Williams / Wonder Man: A man formed of Ionic Energy, Simon Williams became the superhero Wonder Man. He and Quentin have a complicated relationship; while he was the hero who had saved Quire when he had first discovered his abilities, he was also the hero who opposed him when he telepathically attacked a weapon's conference. As a result of this, Wonder Man agreed to act as a rolemodel for the boy, despite their incredibly opposing thoughts on super heroics. Simon was tragically one of the heroes lost in the battle again Galactus.

Robert Herman / Glob Herman: Quentin's only true friend, the two met during their time at Xavier's Institute for Higher Learning. Dimwitted and sheepish, Glob often found himself following Quentin around, with him eventually even getting roped into joining the Omega Gang. Since Quentin's departure from the institute, Glob is the only person to have remained in regular contact.

S A M P L E S T O R Y A R C S



Free Bird: Out on his own against the world, Quentin finds that he must live up to his newfound namesake if he wishes to defend the streets of LA.

Don't Fear The Reaper: Quentin’s new identity causes some issues with Simon’s family.

Smells Like Teen Spirit: Wonder Man finds himself encounter a number of other fellow teenage superheroes. Will he join up with these Young Avengers, or be the start of the new Young Masters?

S A M P L E P O S T


They say you just disappeared. Faded away into nothingness. Bit anticlimactic if you ask me.

The world around Quentin Quire lay silent as he spoke, save for the low rustle of the wind and the light crash of waves onto the cliff face below. The teenager was alone, lounging in an elegantly-made wooden rocking chair placed at the top of a cliff, overlooking the sea. The sight would probably have been strange for the regular onlooker. Especially given the young mutant’s appearance; with his bright pink Mohawk clashing drastically with the beautiful scenery. His clothes clashed too. He was wearing a plain black suit, a look that seemed too orthodox and usual compared to what he usually wore.

There was a reason for that though. Today was the day of Simon William’s funeral.

The ceremony was currently taking place in Washington DC. It was to be a widely public event, given William’s efforts saving the world in the past as Wonder Man. Apparently there was even to be a parade. A speech from the President too. As well as one from the Avengers. A real heroes send off, one might say. Truthfully Quentin couldn’t give a rat’s ass.

Simon’s gone. Wonder Man’s gone. Like he said, the guy disappeared into thin air. Dissipated away as ionic energy. The bloody coffin down in Washington is empty, so what’s the point in even burying it?

Guess that’s a good thing though.” Quire continued, looking up towards the sky as he spoke. “'Cus if they buried you, I'd be tempted to go there every morning and spit on it before my daily coffee. Would ruin my whole schedule. Can't have that...

He grew silent after that last remark, before letting out a small dry chuckle. Moving gently, he rose from his seat. As he stood, he moved his eyes away from the skyline, instead placing them onto the rocking chair before him. Fumbling through his pockets, his hand emerged a few seconds later wielding a tattered looking pocket knife. Flicking it open, he gritted his teeth as he moved it down onto the surface of the chair, getting to work. He stayed like that for a good minute, etching the blade into the wood, until finally he pulled it back, folding the blade away as he did so.

So this'll do, I think. Bit too peaceful for my liking. But remembered you saying you liked it here. You always were into all this nature crap."

Etched into the back of the chair was a single “W”.

So yeah… Know it’s not much…

His voice broke slightly as he turned back towards the break in the forest from where he had come from. Wiping his eyes underneath his glasses, he breathed heavily for several seconds. Giving the rocking chair one last pat, he made his departure. Just before reaching the treeline however, he stopped. Turning, he made one last look back towards the cliff face and the lone chair that sat atop it.

The young mutant let out a smile, his eyes starting to water once more.

Hope I still get to put you in it one day. And I hope you’ll be proud of me for continuing your work.

With that, he turned, disappearing into the trees.
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@sep Honestly can't find the link to do it! :/ So I'm assuming @Dedonus has set it up so only he can send invites. Unless someone else can see the button?
Yeah stupidly discord invites time out after a while! Send you a new link in a minute!
@DrewVonAwesome It's a possible, but there's other possibilities I could go with depending on how @Dedonus structures the timeline.

Guessing Whizzer? :P

Well even if he doesn't come back, I like the idea of a pre-established top tier hero going six feet under before the IC kicks off just to rock the universe a little bit. Hell I'm willing to sacrifice Hulk... to be sent to Sakaar so I can finally do that story.


Yeah yeah I'd be up for that! Such a death could be the inspiration that some newer heroes needed, etc.

I've been looking forward to you eventually doing Planet Hulk when you mentioned it ages ago!

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