Nexus Prime

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I'll do so. When I'm not lazy.

Speaking of being lazy; very short, very shitty sheet up, finally. I delayed long enough.

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| IDENTITY: |

Dinah Laurel Lance | Canary

| AGE: |

26

| ALIGNMENT: |

Neutral Good

| ORIGIN & BACKSTORY: |

Born to Dinah Drake and Larry Lance in downtown Gotham, much of Dinah's early life would be fairly common and uneventful. As time went on in Gotham, crime rates rose and the dangerous aspects of the city became all too familiar to its citizens, leading to Dinah's parents, both law enforcement veterans, deciding that Dinah would need to be prepared for life in the increasingly dark city. Dinah's mother and namesake, former Gotham City Police detective and current private investigator, made it a point to personally train her daughter in self defense lessons from the age of eight and on throughout her teenage years.

In elementary and middle school, Dinah would join the school chorus, having aspirations to become a singer like her many pop idols. Her father would often call her his "little canary" for how sweet her voice was. By some ironic twist of fate, however, Dinah would soon discover she was a metahuman - a genetic offshoot of baseline humanity commonly referred to as mutants - with powerful sonic abilities caused from vibrating her vocal chords at varying frequencies. Barely a teen when she discovered this, it would scare Dinah, both for how uncontrollable it was at the time, and for how metahumans were treated by society at large. Because of this, Dinah would resign from the chorus believing it was too difficult to participate given her unpredictable new powers.

Entering high school the following year, with no incidents regarding her metahuman nature, Dinah would continue her otherwise mundane, average life. At the age of sixteen, fate would strike again, though. Dinah's father, Larry, a long-time veteran of the GCPD and detective under Lieutenant James Gordon, was gunned down in the line-of-duty while investigating the activities of a street gang. Dinah chose to try and mourn the death of her father in somewhat unconventional ways by tracking and hunting down his killers and serving them her own brand of justice. Using information the elder Dinah had been gathering to give to colleagues on the force, the younger was able to find the gang's hideout in advance of the police. Going in with the intent to cause as much pain as she could utilizing her sonic scream, Dinah quickly realized that her untrained mutant powers were not reliable in their current state when she became surrounded by several opponents at once. Falling back upon her self defense discipline, she fought desperately and managed to survive and escape. Luckily, the police were alerted to the disturbance, and the criminals wanted for the murder of Larry Lance were eventually caught.

Dinah was disappointed in herself for being unable to avenge her father, but she did discover that fighting crime with the intent to dole out justice - albeit unsuccessfully in this case - was something she enjoyed, and could continue to do in order to honor the memory of her heroic father. However, as it stood now, Dinah was unsatisfied in her abilities and sought out more extensive training. She first found the gym of local legend, and former World Boxing Council heavyweight champion, Ted "Wildcat" Grant. She studied under his tutelage for more than two years until her high school graduation.

At the age of eighteen, Dinah enrolled in the University of Washington, traveling to and getting an apartment in Seattle - the furthest she could get from Gotham City. It was here that she found the dojo of Desmond Lamar, a former ex-special forces soldier and martial artist whom she would train under for the following two years. Desmond, impressed by Dinah's growing skills and tenacity, suggested she go find his former master, a man in Asia known only as Sensei Otomo. Taking an indefinite break from university, she would go on a journey across the world seeking even higher levels of training.

During these travels, Dinah would pay her way across Europe and Asia by participating in and winning many martial arts competitions and tournaments, which also served to hone her skills. Over the course of her year-long trek across the globe, Dinah would meet several rather amazing people, primarily Zinda Blake - a former ace fighter pilot, who was operating in the Middle East as a relief aid pilot for various non-governmental organizations. Dinah would assist Zinda in several cases wherein the latter was being harassed by hostiles during her humanitarian efforts, and, in return, Zinda assisted her new friend by giving Dinah a lift to the top of an obscure, difficult to reach mountain that Sensei Otomo was rumored to reside upon.

Finding the seclusive man, he accepted her as a student after a trying test, and so began an intensive, several year-long tutelage that would repeatedly push Dinah to her limits and beyond. Over the course of her instruction, Dinah set a limitation for herself by not allowing the use of metahuman ability, this endeavor serving to both teach her not to rely upon her sonic scream in combat, and also to give her greater control over this devastating power. After more than four years learning extensively from Sensei Otomo, Dinah would eventually return to the States, once more settling down in Seattle, though this time with much greater purpose in mind.

Several months after returning home from her cross-continental journey, Dinah would finally feel ready to begin her career as a vigilante - to help and save others in the memory of her beloved father. Taking cues from the many costumed "heroes" running about the country, she donned her own outfit, including a blonde wig to better hide her identity, and took on the code-name Canary, also in memory of her late father. Dinah uses the money she earned abroad during the various martial arts competitions to support herself financially while devoting her time fully to vigilantism. Initially only stopping petty crimes, and beating up common thugs, Dinah soon comes across news of a new, dangerous drug hitting the streets: MGH.

This new drug, she learned, is capable of providing baseline humans with superhuman attributes and abilities for a limited time, at the cost of its incredibly highly addicting nature, and the risk of death - as had been occurring for a small minority who took the drug after just one use. Using skills she had learned from watching her mother in action as a teenager, Dinah followed leads and tracked down a dealer by the name of Charlie Hustle, from whom she discovered what MGH really was: Mutant-Growth Hormone. Harvested from metahuman genetic material, this drug came at the cost of innocent mutant life. Horrified and outraged, she interrogates Hustle until he gives up the man he works for, someone known only as the Pusher Man.

Dinah spends the following weeks disrupting the drug running operation, which apparently has roots all along the American West Coast, but is unable to find Pusher Man himself. With no other avenues available, and making no significant progress as is, she comes to the decision to infiltrate the crime organization with the intent to dismantle it from the inside. It takes time, careful planning, and much subterfuge, but she eventually manages to cement herself within the group utilizing a different, redheaded wig, and the name Sara White. Over the following couple months she makes steady progress in her infiltration, but it isn't until a horrific and terrible incident that Dinah makes significant headway.

On April 1st, 2016, the world found new fear. A military force of aliens - Kryptonians like the Superman who had been making waves in recent years - struck. Death and destruction followed, and dangerous World Engines capable of terraforming the Earth were launched from their orbiting ship, with one landing off the Californian coast. The resulting earthquakes and tsunamis caused by the World Engines affected Dinah's home of Seattle, as well, and much of the Washington coast was damaged. Despite the horror and havoc wrought by this destruction, some good came of it as a few of the leadership representing the Washington and Californian divisions of the drug runners were killed in the event, leaving positions open for others. As a result, Dinah, as Sara White, now found herself in the position of adviser to a lieutenant in the organization. Despite the tragedy that enabled the advancement, this opportunity was too good to pass up, and, with higher management in California suffering the most, Sara's lieutenant and herself were ordered to Star City directly from the Pusher Man himself.

For the past month, Dinah has been working in Star, both as Sara White, and the Canary, learning all she can about the Pusher Man and his operation, as well as disrupting as much of the organization's dealings as possible. With each passing day she can feel herself growing closer to discovering the Pusher Man's identity, and, hopefully, putting an end to the MGH distribution along the West Coast.

| SUPPORTING CAST: |

People.

| NOTES: |

Stuff & things.

Rogue Continuum: The Singularity Crisis

Q U I C K S I L V E R

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Pietro Maximoff knew the deal, he had gone through it more times than he could remember. Or want to remember, at least. It always started the same, with the six-armed women coming to see him in his personal dungeon - it seemed they kept all of their "guests" in solitary. She would inform him of the event he was to participate in, then they'd drug him with hypodermic needles concealed in the collar he wore, and subsequently wake inside a red, spherical force field. Pietro had found out the name of the woman a couple months into his captivity. The guards, though they weren't entirely chatty, would occasionally make mention of certain individuals. She in particular they called Spiral. He had learned fairly early on that Spiral was in charge of managing all the slaves for the "games" they would compete in. There was much Pietro had learned in his time on this world.

Like the fact that there were thousands, if not millions, of people of all races and species taken from their worlds and forced into slavery here. Pietro had discovered that when, after establishing himself as a contender by winning five of their death games, and each and every time after, they would escort him to the VIP area where he would be forced to watch his fellow slaves brutally slaughter one another just to survive another day on this sadistic world. It never ended. They held half a dozen games on average each time they brought him to watch. If he tried to avert his gaze, they would send an electrical current through his collar and shock him. The bastards got off on him watching it.

Pietro had also learned, after several months, that every slave here was from, not only a different world, but a different dimension. He didn't know how they accomplished it, not that it truly mattered, but one of the spectators in the VIP area - not another slave, this vaguely humanoid creature was a patron and audience member of the games- one day boasted about how he had bet on the strange bat-creature from an alternate universe. Pietro hadn't been sure if that was good news or bad. On one hand, his world was likely safe, having at first feared everyone on Earth had been abducted or slain. However, on the other hand, this meant he was not only on another world, but in a completely separate dimensional reality. She was safe, they hadn't gotten to her, but his hope of getting back to her had all but been crushed.

The final, and most important, fact he had learned, though, was who exactly had taken him. Who was behind all of this; the death matches, the ruthless so-called games, and vicious torture. His name was Mojo. The being in charge of it all, Spiral's boss, and Pietro's slave master. He had never met Mojo, nor even caught a glimpse, but Spiral had let slip once that Mojo would be pleased with one of his particular performances in an event. Mojo. It had to be the least threatening name for a maniacal, inter-dimensional overlord in Pietro's opinion, yet it sent chills up his spine every time he would recite it in his mind.

Nearly every single day, aside from the first month he had been brought here which, it seemed, was relegated to invasive and cruel testing periods, Pietro had been forced to run. Apparently Mojo's audience very much enjoyed to see speedsters competing in what they referred to as death races - events in which the subject would be forced to run for hours, unable to slow down unless they wished to be eviscerated by the laser grid following from behind, and all the while having to contend and deal with various, lethal traps that would spring up at random intervals. Their last speedster, Garrick, Pietro believed was his name, had run for over four years before succumbing to the race, stumbling, and ultimately failing for the last time. Which is where Pietro came in; a fresh replacement to be culled. They had designed him a fanciful costume, both to appeal to the audience and capture their attention, as well as prevent his clothing from burning up with the friction of his speed. They even gave him a "superhero" name, something else the viewers seemed to eat up gleefully. Quicksilver they called him. His shock of white hair had apparently inspired them to the name.

As Quicksilver, Pietro ran. Days turned into weeks, weeks into months. He had tried to keep track of time in his cell, but it was nearly impossible to do for very long without knowing just how time flowed on this world, and he had lost track after what he thought was seven months. Each time he would run, Pietro recited one name in his head, over and over, a thousand times. Mojo. Mojo had taken him from his world, from her, and Pietro didn't entertain any foolish dreams of ever being able to return. He did, however, have one singular thought and desire constantly running through his mind. Kill Mojo. Pietro would play their games. He would survive, and win. He would do whatever it took to get his hands on that sadistic bastard.

Or so he had thought. Until today. Until now, when Pietro had woken up from the familiar drug-induced stupor and saw what was outside the red containment field. The long, winding and twisting track he had grown accustomed to over the months was gone, but something equally as recognizable and disturbing had taken its place. That gladiatorial coliseum Pietro had been forced to watch fellow slaves brutalize and murder each other in now stood before him. Or, rather, he stood in it, clearly intended to be one of its newest competitors. He had cursed upon waking to see this, as that bitch Spiral evidently had decided to withhold the information that anything was different about today's event. This was the first time in his entire captivity that he had ever been placed into an event aside from the death race, and for it to be this event... his mind was a blur of dangerous thoughts.

I'll have to. I've seen what they do in this game. They all act like they won't, but when they aren't given a choice they do it. They kill. They all do, or they die. Pietro smashed his fists against the force bubble, ignoring the burning pain. I'll have to. I can't outrun this. Not this time. Have to keep going. Have to stay alive. Have to get through this, and find Mojo. Kill him for everything he's done to me. For taking me away from her. For leaving her there with him.

It'll be easy, he told himself as the bubble began to glow and pulse, starting sirens wailing high above, and the platform creeping closer to the ground. Just run in and snap their neck. Make it fast. They won't feel a thing, won't know it happened. A mercy killing. I can do this. I have to. Just a quick little snap.

Nothing to it I can do this kill or be killed no choice left I can't die here I have to do this. Pietro's thoughts began to run together as his pulse quickened, adrenaline kicking in. He could feel his body tingle as the familiar rush of his power washed over him, his feet kicking out from beneath him as he launched himself off the pillar, strong leg muscles supporting and absorbing his landing.

He burst forward hitting sixty miles-per-hour in less than two seconds, feet a blur beneath him as he picked up speed. Weaving in and out of the ruins of the coliseum, and towards the closest pillar to his right; his mind racing just as fast as his body.

Havetodoithavetodoithavetodoitkillthemwinlivesurvivefindhimfindmojokillhimkillkillkill.

Rogue Continuum: The Singularity Crisis

A Q U A G I R L

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Her eyes snapped open as she awoke from her forced slumber. Immediately the young woman scanned her surroundings, taking note of the newest situation she found herself in. The first thing that caught her attention was the sphere around her. Some sort of red bubble that was large enough for her to stand within, but prevented her from moving further than her current position. A cautious hand reached out to press against the bubble. Surprisingly warm to the touch, it gave no leeway as she pushed against it with her finger tips. Flattening her palm against the surface she used more of her strength, determining just how sturdy her most recent prison was. As she did so, a connection in her mind clicked; her strength, it had returned. She brought her hands up quickly to her neck, searching for the unwanted accessory that was no longer there. This was new; ever since she had been brought to this strange world she had been forced to wear some sort of collar that had neutralized her abilities. But now, for the first time in over a month, they had removed it. Whomever they were.

Lorena Marquez, otherwise known as the hero Aquagirl, was not a native of this world. While back home she had been a noble force for truth, and justice alongside her King and savior, Orin, here she was nothing more than a captive like so many countless others. On her first night here, Lorena had overheard one of her jailers mention the newest batch of slaves had arrived from a different dimension. At first, she had believed this to mean she was in Xebel - an aquatic world much like her own, existing in a separate dimension, in which her Queen, Lady Mera, had been born - but none of the guards Lorena had seen during her time here, nor the scientists who had poked and prodded her during her first week had been of Xebel origin. In fact, all those she had encountered thus far had appeared, in many ways, to be of alien design unlike anything she had ever known before. Overtime, it had become evident to her that she was much further from home than she had previously thought. That, however, would not stop her from escaping and finding her way back to Atlantis and her King, of that she was sure.

Lor, in her role as Aquagirl, had been praised for her calm reasoning and deductive mind, and she used those aspects now as she focused on her current situation. She could remember, albeit hazily, the last moments she was lucid for before she woke here, in this strange, bubble-like cage. A woman, if you could call her that considering the striking silver hair, masculine armor, and four additional limbs she had possessed, had come to Lorena in her cell. It was the first time she had seen this person since being taken, but it was clear from how the guards had given the armored woman a respectable berth, and from how she had carried herself that she was of considerable importance.

"Stand, slave," the woman had told Lor then. "You have been determined to be of sufficient worth to compete in today's event. Your costume will be returned to you as the viewers take delight in seeing your pretty little outfits stained with blood." She said this last bit with a smirk, referring to Lorena's Atlantean armor she wore as Aquagirl, originally taken from her when she had first been abducted.

The six-armed woman continued in what seemed to be an explanation she gave fairly often. "You will be taken to the coliseum where you will face four of your fellow slaves in combat. Those heroic sensibilities your kind seem to so strongly admire will not serve you in your new life. If you wish to survive long, abandon them. But, whether you perish or not is of no consequence, so long as you entertain."

Then the woman had turned to the guards that accompanied her, speaking in a language Lorena did not understand, and the last thing she could recall was a sharp sensation as needles from her slave collar sunk into her skin and injected her with a tranquilizing agent of some sort.

Lorena looked down at herself, her full wits now again with her, noticing that she had been garbed in her Aquagirl costume, as was promised. It seemed her captors, this silver haired woman, wanted her to compete in a death match for their amusement. They believed that after a month of invasive tests and isolation that she would be subjugated to follow along with their sadistic intentions like a good little sheep. They were fools. Lorena Marquez, Aquagirl, adopted daughter of the great King Orin of Atlantis and ruler of the seas, was no one's sheep. They would not herd to the slaughter, and they could not force her to abandon her honor no matter their methods.

Accepting that there was no immediate way of bypassing the spherical field that bound her - and it was clear to her they would release her eventually for their cruel gladiator match to begin - she looked past the transparent bubble at what awaited her. She stood, it seemed, on a raised pillar some couple hundred feet above the ground, granting her a great sight line of the arena she had been placed in. It looked to be a large box-like structure with immensely tall walls leading up to a domed roof. The walls, which Lorena estimated to be of about a mile in length, curved out slightly, and they appeared to be metallic in nature. Rustic and clunky, Lor made note that they may provide a potential escape should she be able to locate a section in the wall with a crack or some other structural weakness.

Aside from the building itself, there were ruins beneath and ahead of her, spreading across the entire arena as far as she could see. She was too far off from them to be sure, but the various statues and pillars, broken and worn down, seemed to be comprised of both stone and metal. There was sparse vegetation she could spot, tangling itself around some of the structures below. They, too, looked to be alien in nature, further leading her to believe that perhaps her captors were indeed extra-terrestrial. Although she had never encountered any, she had heard tales from her King that there had once been a handful of alien protectors on Earth, before her time. It was not an entirely improbably concept, she decided.

Off in the distance a red object caught her notice. In the center of the giant box structure, amid the crumbled ruins, she could just make out the faint hue of another bubble. Though she could not distinguish whether or not someone was inside, she was sure it held one of the four other captives the woman had mentioned. A quick glance towards the corners to her far right and left strengthened this theory as she could make out two similar red shapes atop pillars on both sides.

Once this game of theirs begins, I must be careful, she thought. Although I refuse to participate in their savagery I cannot be sure the others will not. Nor do I know what they may be capable of.

Lorena considered that, perhaps, the other four were fellow Atlanteans abducted along with her, but she had been alone when she was taken, and the woman had clearly mentioned costumed heroes brutalizing one another was of particular enjoyment here. Lor knew of no other hero on her world who wore what could be considered a costume, beside her King and Lady Mera, all others had been wiped out during the Great Catastrophe, and she refused to believe that anyone was capable of capturing either of those two. No, Lorena figured that, if she were right about her captors being aliens, the other prisoners here with her were likely also taken from different worlds. If Earth had costumed heroes, she saw no logical reason why other planets with empowered beings would be any different.

Before she could ponder more on this, however, the sphere began to glow a deeper shade of red, pulsing and flashing alongside the sound of a loud buzzer. A countdown for the start of their intended death match, it seemed. Lorena took a step back to steady herself as the pillar shook with a resounding rumble, and lowered itself closer to the ground, though it still stopped at least fifty feet short of the surface. The red force field that had been containing her faded away quickly, allowing her freedom of mobility once more.

For the first time since she had been forcibly taken one month ago, Lorena was capable of moving about as she pleased, no longer cooped inside one cramped cage or another. And, although she wasn't entirely and truly free from captivity, as she leaped off the pillar and to the ground she had but one thought on her mind: escape.

Rogue Continuum: The Singularity Crisis

The Multiverse - a set of infinite, alternate universes made up of endless possibilities. These parallel dimensions exist simultaneously, vibrating at different frequencies that keep them separate from one another. While most are ignorant to these alternate worlds, there are some who travel between universes, and even those who risk reality-ending crisis by tampering with the multiversal continuum.

Mojo is one who sees the universe as it is: fractured, and pluralistic. He is the only known multiversal singularity in existence, unique unto himself, operating out of his own personal dimension, the Mojoverse. Not content with observing the uncountable universes, he amassed an empire comprised of victims snatched from countless worlds, men and women with great power and brilliant costumes, titans in their own rights, forced into servitude. While missed deeply within their home universes, the impact of these thefts between worlds is rarely felt. Yet with such methods Mojo has sustained a veritable legion with which to subjugate, gladiators and lambs both, led to slaughter. Forced to fight for their lives against other slaves and intricate death games alike, all for the entertainment of a sadistic audience, the Mulitverse's forgotten citizens live in constant fear and scrutiny at the hands of their Master.

One small, rag-tag group, freed from the clutches of the tyrannical Mojo, hop from one alternate dimension to the next, trying to survive the strange new worlds they encounter, all the while fighting back against their once mad captor, and ultimately find their ways home.

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This will be an ongoing, private RP between ErsatzEmperor, Gowi, GreenGrenade, and myself, rich with lore from both Marvel and DC comics, and twisted with our own unique and original concepts. Feel free to read, and follow along on the misadventures of our characters.

This opening post of the OOC will be kept up to date on all characters; personal, dedicated NPCs, and recurring allies/foes alike.

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The Characters

Team's current roster:

• Aquagirl (Lorena "Lor" Marquez) - @Nexus Prime
• Blue Beetle (Cassandra "Cassie" Lang) - @ErsatzEmperor
• Polaris (Lorna Dane) - @Gowi
• Quicksilver (Pietro Maximoff) - @Nexus Prime
• Spider-Man II (Miles Morales) - @GreenGrenade

Major enemies:

• Mojo

Maximum Comics

Alright, I think I've finally cleared up the situation I've been dealing with these last couple weeks - a few minor things aside - and so should have time to write up a Canary sheet tonight or tomorrow, and then get started with a post.

Maximum Comics

Is this where I say "first," or?

Rogue Continuum: The Singularity Crisis

@Gowi

Hush your face.

The New Frontier: A Marvel/DC One Universe RP

I'd personally sooner end it than string it out for the sake of two or three posters like some other games, despite how excited I am/have been about some of my plans for Clark and Lex.

@Morden Man

As someone who was interested in joining, reading through the IC, and jotting down a CS, it is rather disheartening to see the GM say this. It doesn't show confidence, and thus won't inspire others to post or join. After reading this I'm not sure if I still have a desire to join, as a game where the GM is talking about the potential end as soon as things hit a relative slow patch doesn't make for the best experience. I have ideas and concepts I would like to explore in this world, but not if the GM is already losing confidence in his own game.

Just the thoughts of a stranger who isn't officially a part of this.

The New Frontier: A Marvel/DC One Universe RP

<Snipped quote by Nexus Prime>

We do have Purifier plans. Although that's still a little ways away for us (right, @Sep?), we're currently doing solo arcs, before gathering again as a team.

@Ruby

Ah, will have to discuss Purifer stuff with you all if/once I am accepted. I doubt my plans would cause too much of an issue with your own, though.

But, yes, for now, I've got 230 more posts to read.

EDIT: Damned typos.