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@Roman

Oh oops. I’ll fix that when I can.
Still getting used to posting again. Any feedback is appreciated.


I thought it was fine. I was excited that my character finally had mention in some else’s post ;-; Will be interesting to see where you choose to send old Cap. Also glad you are back since Cindy needs someone to ask to make her a costume. Plus there was a really good conversation between Cindy and Steve that I had in my head to have at some point.

I like seeing the enthusiasm for everyone is back though. It is nice :)
@Lord Wraith
Hey so, can you add Cindy to the Driving character tab. I still don't think she is on the character list ;-;

@Cybermaxx
Set me up with a person falling from the building or something? I can swoop in.

@webboysurf
Running with the Spider-Man has been missing since your last post, so hopefully you are okay with that?

Manhattan, New York
Silk #1.2



Cindy collapsed on a office chair that who knows how long had been in that warehouse. Chunks of cushioning had been ripped out, one of the wheels was missing, and it was probably serving as a mildew cultivator, but after pushing herself hard tonight, it was easy to sink into. She started to lean back, grateful that the spine of the chair was still structurally sounds enough to not just collapse upon the slightest shift of weight, and brought her pondering gaze up to the rafters and vaulted ceiling of this place. An open window let in a fresh breeze, stirring the silk of Cindy's webs to wave like curtains. It was a pretty sight as the moon and lights outside caught the bit of moisture still on freshly flung webs, glistening in a subtle display.

This place was a godsend to her, but she wasn't sure why. She never intended on actually getting out there and being a hero. She wasn't one, just a normal person. Well, normal as she could be. One reason she came out here was catharsis, true, but why did she work so hard at improving herself? Running through fantasies like this empty bottle is a gun and I have to disarm this derelict barrel or catch the falling pigeon egg before it commits a suicidal jump? She could never actually get out there with Spider-Man, right? He wasn't a normal person. None of those heroes were. They were better than normal people like her.

It was enough for tonight, and she had to get home before her grandmother caught on.

Spider-climbing her way back out of the open window, she slipped back out onto the sidewalk to begin her trek home. Although it was nearly midnight, this city still bustled with activity. Something felt off though. Sure there were plenty of the usual jovial drunks but some groups of people had an edge to them. Tight groups of hushed whispers, concerned viewers as something happened on their phone. Cindy slowed, leaning in to listen in to a passing couple's worrying exchange. "...think they'd actually, you know, help for god's sake! I mean, he's only facing off against six of them at a time. How about you send..."

Cindy slowed to a stop. New Yorkers were proud of their own and there was one hero that stood above the rest as he was one of their own. Spider-Man. No one else compared, not even the President Kryptonian.

Cindy flung her backpack around and dug into the main pocket to retrieve her phone. She quickly typed out "Spider-Man News" in the search bar and hit enter. She regretted it.

Spider-Man Dead? What NYC looks like post Spider-Man..

Cindy ran home. She had enough of today.





Brooklyn, New York
Multiversal Mayhem Edition: Silk #1.1



There was no way this was a good idea, but right now wasn't the best time to come up with good ideas. It was kind of hard to when dimensional aliens from giant portals opening in the sky suddenly start terrorizing everyone. Hopefully, whatever powers that be give her a pass for this.

Having taken cover in the women's restroom in the subway, Cindy tucked into a stall, locking herself in as she dug through her backpack. She had nothing on hand to help her hide her identity out of what she had available because secret identities were important, right? Spider-Man had one, probably, but he was no longer here. At least nobody had seen him since that day the Sinister Six had teamed up on him, but with no remains people suspect that Venom ate Spider-Man. Some said he might still be alive, but if that was the case, then where was he? If he was still alive, he wouldn't have let New York go so untended for this long. Weeds of corruption were growing all over before but this alien invasion was like, a swarm of locusts.

Hey, that was a good analogy! Thanks Misses Baxter, but I still hate the Grapes of Wrath though and all those dumb metaphors about curtain colors. Focus! Gotta save people from aliens!

If she didn't have some type of costume she'd have to make one, but covering herself in toilet paper didn't quite sound inspiring. She did have her webs and without a better idea, she went with it. Stripping down to shorts and a tanktop, she'd just cover the herself with spider silk. Taking all her fingers, she ejected webs from each, taking a few practice swipes around her legs to get the feel of threading the silk tightly enough to actually cover her skin. Her torso was a bit more intricately weaved as she was getting the feel for it and then lower face to keep her identity hidden. She could have done the whole face but imagine how awful it would have been to untangle all that silk from her hair...

Cindy was nervous as she darted out from the stall, kicking her bag under the toilet for now. With all the carnage, she doubted anyone would notice. One last look in the mirror to witness just how she looked. She felt silly, outclassed by the many power armor and spandex suits. She couldn't make a difference if she tr-!!

A chorus of screams came from outside the bathroom. Something was happening in the station and that was the cue Cindy needed.

She burst out from the door to see a pair of Chitauri advancing down the station platform. Sporadic shots of searing plasma fired from their hand cannons sent people scattering and cowering. Okay first thing, disarm them just like the deadly bottles those barrels had. Cindy flicked her index finger and shot a string of web towards the lead Chitauri's weapon. The web stuck, much to the alien's sudden shock but it was far to slow to react as Cindy gave the web a jerk. To her surprise, the weapon didn't come free as it must have been secured around the hand and instead the whole Chitauri was pulled off of its feet and towards the budding heroine.

The other Chitauri turned, leveling his cannon to shoot a volley at Cindy. A tingle crept up Cindy's neck and into her head, giving her an instinct to move. She dipped low, letting the first few shots spray above her before leaping to the side as the Chitauri brought his aim down to fry the ground where she had been standing. "Wooah!" Cindy remarked, partially out of shock from the plasma weapon being fired at her and partially from the surprise that her movements felt so surprisingly natural.

The Chitauri on her web staggered to its feet also attempting to bring its weapon to fire. Cindy planted her heels, wrapping the web string into the palm of her hand and giving it another hard pull. The Chitauri was pulled off its feet again, flung towards Cindy as she instinctually ducked under the volley of fire from the other attacker.

When the webbed Chitauri was within reach, Cindy grabbed it and turned using the larger body as a shield as another volley of shots came in, only these scorched her Chitauri bodyshield's back and with a screech the creature likely died. "Sorry!" Cindy called out as flung the body at the other as a projectile, knocking both onto the track. A bad place to be as the NYC subway car came blazing through the station, splatting the Chitauri underneath. She didn't see, but definitely heard the screech of the creature just before its end.

It was, maybe, a good thing the subway came to a stop at the station, preventing her from seeing the aftermath of her first deliberate killing. Sure they were violent alien monsters but still, this should have felt bad. However, as she glanced down the platform to see the stunned faces of people that watched it go down, she noticed a few not getting up. She didn't have the luxury of contemplating the rightness of this scenario, people were dying and she could still save more.

A chorus of screams from the street above carried down the stairs, and that was Cindy's cue...
I’m still here. I was just kind of bored at the prospect of posting by myself for awhile, waiting for Spidey stuff to take off. This little invasion thing will let me just jump into stuff which is fun.

Also I think I’ll switch Cindy to a primary. I am getting ideas of my own.
I’m still around.... just not really a need to rush Cindy since she won’t slide into a main story for awhile still.
So if someone is feeling lonely with their chara let me know :)
I have an interest in maybe a second character. For now I just trickling Cindy’s story because Spider-Man is clearly occupied

Fall 2020 - New York City, New York
Silk #1.1


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"You'll need to see your tutor about your literature class, Cindy."
Cindy sighed loudly at her mother's comment, though she didn't bother lifting her head from her desk.
"Your mother's right. That B+ is unacceptable considering your education."
Her father added, his tone now laced with that frustrating sternness, but it was the scolding snaps that came after that made Cindy grit her teeth. She hated that, but she didn't bother protesting, knowing exactly what her father wanted. She composed herself and lifted her head to look at her parents projected on their video call.

She still felt bitter about her parents taking her brother, leaving her here. Sure Hal-Mae was probably the only family member Cindy could actually stand at the moment, but there was still a feeling of abandonment here. No amount of promotions or prestigious schools should have been an excuse. Nah, fuck how her parents rationalized it because this was abandonment.

"You're going to see the tutor, right?"
Her father often followed up his strict, authoritarian demands with a condescending question that made it seem like she was her brother.
"Yes. I know. I will." Cindy snapped, she felt like she had enough of this weekly called. It was always about school that they wanted to talk about. Never topics such as: What did you do this weekend?, Why don't you make any friends?, or classics like How are you feeling? Maybe, just once, can she get that question?

She was done with this today. "Okay. I have to go study. Bye." Cindy closed the call on her laptop before her parents had a chance to respond, and then she dropped her head onto her desk. Was this all she really had to look forward to anymore? School? Misery clawed at her in the back of her mind, like it was trying to pull her in and consume her whole. She didn't have tears for it anymore, just an emptiness now.

Cindy hissed in a frustrated breath, but darted up to her feet and across the room to throw on her oversized hoodie. She was going out to do about the only thing she felt made her special. She just had to convince her grandmother to let her out, first.

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Cindy took a steep breath of the outside air and let the sounds of Chinatown fill her ears.
She took a glance behind her at her building, the blue lighted sign Nowon Restaurant was beginning to lose that homely feeling. It was her grandfather's place before he passed. Hal-Mae sold it on the conditions she be allowed to keep her apartment and all that. This place use to be home growing up here but now, it was beginning to feel like the other buildings. Her grandmother was always such a gentle person, and that's why she was so great compared to her parents. There was a part of her that felt bad for lying about going out to meet a friend or get dinner, but she wasn't very good to talk to. She'd just always take her parents' side, no matter the complaint. In a way, Cindy felt like this was a way to get even if she could just be excused to go out, right?

With her hood drawn up, she made her way through the peddlers and people making her way east towards the waterfront of East River. On the way, she picked up a skewer of pork and scarfed it down quickly. That way she wasn't exactly lying to Hal-Mae about going out. She pressed on, her destination taking her well out of Chinatown.

She'd eventually make it to where she wanted to go. A vacant waterfront warehouse. It took a bit of patience to get in without anyone noticing, considering she had to conspicuously hop a fence, but after that it was easy. She just had to get to the roof on a two story building. Easy.

Cindy moved around to the side of the building and glanced up the vertical wall face before her. There was no ladder, exterior placements to climb off, it was just a smooth vertical wall. Cindy approached, reaching up to smack the wall with her right hand letting it stick firmly as she pulled her entire body up. Her left then reached out and gripped above her right, and so on. She scaled up to the roof using her wall-climbing ability without any issue. She turned and sat on the edge of the building, looking out across the river towards Brooklyn.

It was here that she always thought of Spider-Man just before entering her little practice ground for her spider powers. Why did she have them? She speculated maybe he gave them to her somehow, or maybe they were related! Her long-lost brother that her parents destroyed any evidence of existing so Cindy wouldn't follow. She wanted a chance to ask him one day, maybe to help him, too. One day, if she ever worked up the courage to just throw her old life away. If she could. She doubted that she was hero material, believing someone like Spider-Man was a flawless person. Probably had great parents, too. Well if he wasn't related to her.

Time to get to work. She had a whole warehouse to herself to fling webs, climb walls, and leap around. It was nice to cut loose. Her parents would have killed her if they ever find out, but she was doing it the right way.

Nobody had to know, after all.

Well, maybe Spider-Man but who knows what he was doing right now.
C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T P R O P O S A L
S I L K


C I N D Y M O O N S T U D E N T N E W Y O R K C I T Y
C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:


"Running. That's pretty much the only thing I'm good at. Running from responsibility. Running from friends. I'm tired of running."

In this iteration of Cindy Moon, she is bit by the same radioactive spider that had gotten Peter though she is younger when bitten. However unlike the canon, she opts to suppress and hideaway her powers as I thought being at a young age, it would be natural for a girl to be scared for being different like that. She would have her mishaps (leading to later conflicts as someone might expose her secret identity remembering a girl who could shoot webs), but overall she was lucky enough to avoid anything critical including catching the eye of someone to take her away. She tries and somewhat succeeds at living a normal teenage life in New York City.

Much like the canon interpretation of Cindy's personality, she'll struggle socially with a hefty dose of anxiety. She never get too close with someone, fearing that they might discover her abilities accidentally. She'd restrict her activities from that point as well, fearing that some of her more innate powers might give her an advantage. She would do everything possible to suppress her abilities and as a result, never be quite trained in them.

As time passed, Peter would be making a name for himself as Spider-Man. His feats of heroism and bravery would be enough to get a little fangirl out of Cindy. After all, he was probably the only one just like her. She constantly flirted with the idea of webslinging her way to find him but the fear of rejection and exposure would be enough to keep her at bay. Remember too, she is several years younger than Peter so all those villains he has squared off with would terrify her.

With Spider-Man presently dealing with the unified front against him in the Sinister Six, he would appear to stand alone to the average New Yorker. News would begin to ask and speculate "The End of Spider-Man?" prompting Cindy to start to fear for Peter's life. As the classic Spider-Man saying goes: "With great power comes great responsibility", she'd finally believe it was up to her to save Spider-Man.

P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ):

Cindy has just gotten her first taste as a superhero and has come away with the wrong conclusion that she isn't worthy. Her story is only just beginning, though. By pairing up with the media darling Superboy in public, speculation about Silk, another NYC Spider hero will spread. How far can she go before her parents try to crack down? What pressures will she face to keep her in the game? Keep her out? All to be determined...

The Mask Lifted

The most important next step to Cindy's story is her realizing that superheroes are just people making sacrifices like what she could be doing. Like she is willing to do. It'll come more as a surprise to her when she discovers the super villain in this arc, Dragonclaw, isn't evil personified like she was always lead to believe...
Spider-Man, Dragonclaw, other NYC heroes


The First of Nine Lives

Silk branches out on her own and tries to do what Peter never could: Take Black Cat down. For far too long, Spider-Man has let Black Cat go due to some mutual understanding, but that created a shadow over NYC where Felicia's activities have gone unchecked, and she might just be ambitious enough to expand. In the first act of nine, however, Cindy can't help but feel like she is being strung along...
Black Cat, Spider-Man, Spider-Verse villains

C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:

Late 2009: Cindy Moon, age 5, should have been home sick but with her mother having to lead a field trip to Oscorp, takes Cindy along. She is bitten by the same mutated spider that had bitten Peter Parker. Cindy develops her powers but far too young to understand the implications along with her parents, try and cover it up.

2010: A man with spider powers makes the news amid the chaos of the alien invasion due to his role of protecting civilians. The Moons consider the potential relation.

2011: Spider-Man becomes a household name in New York City, the Moon consider pressing charges on account of Cindy but ultimately decide against it to avoid drawing attention to Cindy. The family doubles down on protection, she is strictly prohibited from extracurricular activities.

2012: Through diligence, the Moons have conditioned her daughter to suppress and hide her powers. Cindy is allowed to rejoin grade school at the age of 8. She is terrified of her abilities and becomes a social recluse, afraid of accidentally revealing her abilities.

2018: Cindy makes it to high school without incident. Her enhanced physiology and web abilities are at a level of being unconsciously suppressed effectively de-powering her. The only trace left of her spider bite is her Spider-Sense having been always keenly aware of things around her, that sense grew in strength as her only expression of power throughout the years. She is now at the level of being able to identify people around her by this sense alone. She still thinks about Spider-Man and if they might have some relation somehow.

2020: Daily Bugle runs its hit piece, Spider-Man's Blunder!, outlining the Sinister Six and Spider-Man's failure at keeping them locked up. News throughout the year begins to offer grim takes on Spider-Man's chances. With each new article, Cindy pushes harder to try and awaken her sleeping powers, fearing that she has to do something to help.

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