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No interaction. Everyone, pick your borough or neighborhood and isolate.
Yes, good.
Can't stop that criminal because that's Daredevil's turf. Not my neighborhood, not my problem.
Chinatown, dibs.
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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S I L K
"Silk, as in a spider's silk? Please don't call me Spider-Woman..."
C I N D Y M O O N ♦ S T U D E N T ♦ C H I N A T O W N , N E W Y O R K
O R I G I N S:
"Remember that spider that ate a genetically modified silkworm that went on to bite Peter Parker? Yeah, I got bit by the same one. It is the same but different, I swear..."
So cleared with Hound55, but I will play Cindy Moon without the weird bunker and later, pheromone thing. She'll be starting in roughly the same place as Peter but there will be differences and that will be the fun part of the challenge. How can I make her story different? To start with, Cindy has a stable upbringing. She lives with her biological parents, Albert and Nari Moon. She has a younger brother, Albert Jr. The goal is that she lacks the initial push that Peter has to be selfless because she has more to lose.
And in true Spider-Man trauma fashion, she will lose.
There will be a catalyst to make her realize that she could have prevented a tragedy. That, indeed, with great power comes great responsibility is worth living by. Peter should be happy, he won't have to go long looking after New York City all alone!
So cleared with Hound55, but I will play Cindy Moon without the weird bunker and later, pheromone thing. She'll be starting in roughly the same place as Peter but there will be differences and that will be the fun part of the challenge. How can I make her story different? To start with, Cindy has a stable upbringing. She lives with her biological parents, Albert and Nari Moon. She has a younger brother, Albert Jr. The goal is that she lacks the initial push that Peter has to be selfless because she has more to lose.
And in true Spider-Man trauma fashion, she will lose.
There will be a catalyst to make her realize that she could have prevented a tragedy. That, indeed, with great power comes great responsibility is worth living by. Peter should be happy, he won't have to go long looking after New York City all alone!
S A M P L E P O S T:
Cindy threw her head down. The dull thud of her forehead's impact was louder than she had intended, but her opened AP Chemistry book was not one to offer much cushion. "Ow." She muttered with a monotone sarcasm. Her head was in pain but not from smashing her forehead into her book, but the four hours of consecutive study she's been on. Maybe she had another hour, but she could feel her mind rotting away where practice problems seem to take five minutes for the first attempt, ten minutes to figure out what she did wrong. At this rate her hour would be stretched out to two or three.
She needed a break.
Scrapping her head off of her book, she leaned back into her chair and tossed her pencil aside. She didn't care where it went, only that it vanished from her sight. Turning to glance at the clock above her desk, it was a quarter past ten. Her parents were probably asleep or just about to drift off. Her mother had been relentless following her recovery from last week's illness. A bite to the ankle as she watched them take Peter Parker away on stretcher. The rest of the class left immediately after, but Cindy hardly remembered a thing, drifting in and out of a feverish sleep. She went home sick as soon as she could but that evening, she was fine. Well mostly fine because in her mother's mind, missing school was a sickness all on its own. As if the half day she missed would result in precious knowledge lost.
Whatever.
Her mother would normally play sentry, trapping Cindy in her room until it became too late to do anything. Thankfully, this was New York City. She cocked a scheming grin as she slipped quietly up to her feet and checked her door. It was locked. Tiptoeing back over to the closet, she grabbed a pair of sicks and her trainers. She spared a glance over to the balled up silk she still had in there. She’d have to find a way to get rid of that at some point before her mother found it. Doubt, she’d take the explanation of ‘Oh, I just produce silk from my fingers ever since I got sick last week.’. She still wasn’t sure how she did it, only that if she messed with her fingers too much she’d produce silk. Another day’s problem, for sure, because she just wanted to breathe that Friday night air.
Cindy grew excited as she fitted into her shoes and grabbed whatever allowance she had, stuffing it into her pocket before heading to her window. She opened it letting the sounds of New York’s nightlife flood in, the smells both rank and savory of the chinatown restaurants out on the street.. All inviting her out.
Leaning out, she glanced down at the four story drop that separated her from the alley below. Cindy bit her lip and tried to muster up the courage again. This was still rather new, but to the eldest child of a strict household, this was a godsend.
Turning around, she climbed slowly out of her window, her shoes sliding and failing to grip the masoned brick, dropping to instead hang from her hands that gripped the windowsill. Before that bite, she couldn’t even do double digits worth of push-ups but now, she casually hung with one arm as the other reached down and planted its five fingers into the brick. Her other hand released and she hung there by the mere five fingers as she lowered her other hand.
Down she climbed, making quick work of the four story climb. Cindy pushed off the wall for the last ten feet and landed gently on her feet, turning to glance up at the brickface she just effortlessly scaled.
A face was in the window next to hers. Her brother. Albert hastened to open the window causing Cindy to sigh as she threw her head back. She knew what he was going to ask.
“Can I come with?” Albert hollered causing Cindy to duck her head and wave her hands.
“Shut up! Do you want to get me in trouble?” She hastened in response, trying to keep her volume loud enough to call back.
“Oh, sorry.” He lowered his voice and climbed out of their living room window onto the fire escape. He closed the window and turned back. “You said last time you’d let me come with you.” Albert bashfully muttered at a lower volume. He had caught her earlier this week, sneaking out. He wanted to tag along since, a small cost to him keeping her sneaking out a secret, but right now she didn’t want to babysit her younger brother. She wanted to be free from it all for just a few hours.
“Tomorrow, Junior. I’ll help you get down from the fire escape and we can go out.” She waved an arm, shooing him back inside. “Now go back inside and cover for me. I’ll get you mochi or something tonight. Okay?”
“Boba tea. Pick a flavor I like, not one you always get.” He seemed placated, smiling. He was only two years younger, but still, she wasn’t about to let him slow her down tonight.
“Fine, fine.” She didn’t want to waste time. She still had an hour of studying left tonight but she could enjoy a few hours wandering the city and spend whatever money she had. Hurrying out of the alley, she ran off to let her stomach carry her to her first stop… whatever smelled best!
She needed a break.
Scrapping her head off of her book, she leaned back into her chair and tossed her pencil aside. She didn't care where it went, only that it vanished from her sight. Turning to glance at the clock above her desk, it was a quarter past ten. Her parents were probably asleep or just about to drift off. Her mother had been relentless following her recovery from last week's illness. A bite to the ankle as she watched them take Peter Parker away on stretcher. The rest of the class left immediately after, but Cindy hardly remembered a thing, drifting in and out of a feverish sleep. She went home sick as soon as she could but that evening, she was fine. Well mostly fine because in her mother's mind, missing school was a sickness all on its own. As if the half day she missed would result in precious knowledge lost.
Whatever.
Her mother would normally play sentry, trapping Cindy in her room until it became too late to do anything. Thankfully, this was New York City. She cocked a scheming grin as she slipped quietly up to her feet and checked her door. It was locked. Tiptoeing back over to the closet, she grabbed a pair of sicks and her trainers. She spared a glance over to the balled up silk she still had in there. She’d have to find a way to get rid of that at some point before her mother found it. Doubt, she’d take the explanation of ‘Oh, I just produce silk from my fingers ever since I got sick last week.’. She still wasn’t sure how she did it, only that if she messed with her fingers too much she’d produce silk. Another day’s problem, for sure, because she just wanted to breathe that Friday night air.
Cindy grew excited as she fitted into her shoes and grabbed whatever allowance she had, stuffing it into her pocket before heading to her window. She opened it letting the sounds of New York’s nightlife flood in, the smells both rank and savory of the chinatown restaurants out on the street.. All inviting her out.
Leaning out, she glanced down at the four story drop that separated her from the alley below. Cindy bit her lip and tried to muster up the courage again. This was still rather new, but to the eldest child of a strict household, this was a godsend.
Turning around, she climbed slowly out of her window, her shoes sliding and failing to grip the masoned brick, dropping to instead hang from her hands that gripped the windowsill. Before that bite, she couldn’t even do double digits worth of push-ups but now, she casually hung with one arm as the other reached down and planted its five fingers into the brick. Her other hand released and she hung there by the mere five fingers as she lowered her other hand.
Down she climbed, making quick work of the four story climb. Cindy pushed off the wall for the last ten feet and landed gently on her feet, turning to glance up at the brickface she just effortlessly scaled.
A face was in the window next to hers. Her brother. Albert hastened to open the window causing Cindy to sigh as she threw her head back. She knew what he was going to ask.
“Can I come with?” Albert hollered causing Cindy to duck her head and wave her hands.
“Shut up! Do you want to get me in trouble?” She hastened in response, trying to keep her volume loud enough to call back.
“Oh, sorry.” He lowered his voice and climbed out of their living room window onto the fire escape. He closed the window and turned back. “You said last time you’d let me come with you.” Albert bashfully muttered at a lower volume. He had caught her earlier this week, sneaking out. He wanted to tag along since, a small cost to him keeping her sneaking out a secret, but right now she didn’t want to babysit her younger brother. She wanted to be free from it all for just a few hours.
“Tomorrow, Junior. I’ll help you get down from the fire escape and we can go out.” She waved an arm, shooing him back inside. “Now go back inside and cover for me. I’ll get you mochi or something tonight. Okay?”
“Boba tea. Pick a flavor I like, not one you always get.” He seemed placated, smiling. He was only two years younger, but still, she wasn’t about to let him slow her down tonight.
“Fine, fine.” She didn’t want to waste time. She still had an hour of studying left tonight but she could enjoy a few hours wandering the city and spend whatever money she had. Hurrying out of the alley, she ran off to let her stomach carry her to her first stop… whatever smelled best!
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I was close to apping Jessica Jones for another New York connection.
I like interaction. Please bring your interaction ideas.
I like interaction. Please bring your interaction ideas.
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Open to it.
Could you send me what you've got first, though?
EDIT: Don't bother with the sample for my benefit, I know how you write. Just want to make sure I'm across the Origin/Basic version of Character Details stuff that you want to go with.
Oops. Didn't see the edit. PM'd you an idea. I'm flexible and don't want to step on toes.
Hey spider-man, room for another spider?
I'm glad you got this to stick @Lord Wraith. All that work into the concept and the idea deserved to be RPed enough for people to enjoy it.
I'll just be a fly on the wall reading along, but maybee I'll try throwing my hat into the ring again someday.
I'll just be a fly on the wall reading along, but maybee I'll try throwing my hat into the ring again someday.
You know....
I did go through all that work to make a banner for one these. It'd be shame if it sat on my computer hardly used after all this time.
I did go through all that work to make a banner for one these. It'd be shame if it sat on my computer hardly used after all this time.
❄Erika Olson❄
Erika wasn't sure how she had heard of it, possibly an advertisement or maybe a visiting trainer in Cooldome mentioned it before, but Makuno-Uchi was the place she sought to take everyone. It was a small, unassuming place that was nestled in the heart of the Entertainment District. If you weren't looking for the cute homemade banner of the owners, Takeshi and Hanae Kurosawa, then you'd likely never see the place as you walked past. Inside, the place seemed to have walls thick enough to silence the constant noise and activity outside. The whole place seemed homely and it was easy to become comfortable.
They all sat down, ordered, and began eating. Conversation naturally flowed and each one of them recounted the others of how they've been making strides in their adventure. Erika felt a sting at the impressive flash of Maple's trainer card, knowing she had only the single badge so far. She was supposed to be the battler, but somehow, she didn't mind the delay when she really thought about it. Her adventure so far was fun and memorable.
Then Erika's hometown came up, or rather the mountain she lived on, and she couldn't help but chime in. "If you're going to Cooldome City, look my mother up! She helps all sorts of trainers before they try and trek up the mountain. It is famously difficult but that is part of the appeal, really." Erika realized she hadn't yet mentioned how her mother could help. "If you go, she could help you find what you want on Mt. Chill and knows all the Pokemon from the base to the summit! So if there is a Pokemon in particular she'd know where. Also nice to have her watch your back because it really can be scary when a blizzard rolls in."
Erika had personal experience with that fact. She did get lost in one and shortly after, that was when her mom decided to be more of a direct help to trainers who would try to climb the summit. Her house was always open and the advice came free. Of course if you actually wanted to climb to the top, she wouldn't help you there as that would ruin the challenge for trainers. What she did a lot of the time was rescue in case a trainer did get lost or injured. "She just won't help you climb to the summit, of course. But if you're not going to do that then I'm sure she'd love to help! Especially a friend of mine!"
The topic of plan's made Erika think. What did she want to do next? It seemed like circling back around on the southern isle of Isson would be wise but Erika did feel an urge to trek and explore more of Isson. "Redcoast, Highhill, Freecape and Raremine..." She muttered, before raising her head to add to the group, "I also have to get the gym badges in these towns, but I am determined to head West out of Worldedge. After I'm done here, of course."
Sno had brought rice cake her to face, musing about what was coming next, before taking a bite. She probably wanted to head South and make the climb up to Mt. Chill's summit since Erika seemed to rave about it all the time. That said, they did just come from a mountain and it would be nice to see a beach and maybe connect with her ghostly self a little more. If she could haunt someone, that would be great as an example~
With that said, Erika paid the bill, not wanting to hold anyone up from setting out. "Well regardless of where everyone goes, keep in touch! I'm sure we will see each other again. I doubt I'll be heading to Mt. Chill until I know I can climb to the summit and not a moment before so good luck Ellyn and Maple. We'll see each other again, I'm sure." Erika said as she stuffed her all-in-one Pokedex back into her bag.
She turned to Joshua and Ewan after that was done. "Power plant and Bigfjord City. After I get done here, I can let you guys know but please don't feel like you have to wait up. Just let me know when you set out and I'll try to join as well."
Then Erika considered Elana. "Thanks for your help Elana! Maybe I'll come up with another adventure that I need help with. Like I always wondered what the Sunken City was like..." She teased that suggestion before getting up. Sno fluttered in behind her.
"Alright good luck everyone! Later"
Erika and likely the group split for now unless there was something else. As Erika walked, with Sno flowing behind her, the hustling streets of the Entertainment District, an advertisement caught her eye.
PokéMania!
~~Come Do Battle,
With Rules Sure to Dazzle.
Win our Prizes,
They come in all Sizes~~
"Huh. Wanna go try it out, Sno?" Erika asked to Sno who nodded. "Fross!"
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