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Like KL said, I've been busy lately, but I'm still interested in this. Let's kick some orange booty!
Its an old pulp hero called Black Bat that Dynamite Comics revived. My character is partially based off him.
BlackSam3091 said
WHY WAS I NOT INFORMED ABOUT THIS!?!
Seconded!
So, needless to say, I'm interested.
Name: Michael Rothe
Alias: Wraith
Age: 28
Powers: Hyper-spectral vision: After an accident, Michael can't see in the visible spectrum, but instead sees ultraviolet, infrared, and even chemical traces and smells. However, he does have trouble
Skills: Skilled in unarmed combat and and in use of nightstick/tonfa, although he is by no means on par with a martial artist. He makes up for this with dirty tricks, such as smoke bombs and pepper spray. Also skilled in shooting, although Batman has discouraged his use of guns.
Personality: Ornery, jaded, sardonic
Equipment: Tonfa, flashlight, and maybe some high-tech body armor if Batman gave it to him.
Brief Bio: Michael Rothe was a cop in the Gotham PD. He was tough as nails, if a bit rough with suspects. He didn't take crap from anyone, including the mob, and the mob didn't like that. He refused to be bought. While guarding the crime scene at a meth lab, Michael's fellow officers turned on him, under direction from the mob. Knowing that they wouldn't be disturbed within the shut-down lab, and hoping to intimidate Michael, they threatened blind Michael with the lab chemicals. In the ensuing struggle, the chemicals got into Michael's eye. He had an adverse reaction, and began seizing and foaming at the mouth. Thinking he was dead, the gang set the meth lab on fire, and began plotting the cover-up.
When the seizure stopped, Michael thought that he was on acid, due to the psychedelic colors swimming before his vision. However, he soon realized that these colors were real, albeit not visible to the human eye. Unbeknownst to the corrupt GPD officers, the meth lab was actually a cover for experimental human enhancements. After he escaped the fire, Michael waged an increasingly violent vendetta against the mob and the corrupted GPD as the Wraith. Batman (and/or his sidekick(s)) stepped in before he killed anyone.
Notes: Due to the cover-up, Michael Rothe is legally dead.
It's kinda rough right now, so I welcome suggestions.
Hmm, not sure how I feel about that post now...
The fight seemed to be over sooner than it began. The yellow fish lady had slithered back into the ocean. Phil didn’t even have time to launch an offensive. A crowd started to gather around the battle scene, now that the fight was over.
“What the hell just happened?” he asked to no one in particular.
“Aren’t you heroes supposed to be the one who knows?” asked an adolescent girl from the gathering crowd. She looked like she was a couple years younger than as Gabe. That thought alone made Phil feel twice as old. Her friend decided to answer the question for Phil. “He’s not a hero, Madi. Where’s his mask? Come on, ignore this guy. I want to see the cute one...”
“Yeah where’s your mask,” Madi asked. “All superheroes have masks. Unless you’re Superman. Cause, he’s Superman.” She had all the shrewd insight of a major crimes detective. The matching withering stare was encased in a pair of fake glasses with a small, pink bow on them.
Phil had forgotten he didn’t have a mask. Hopefully nothing bad comes of this... “Well, uh…”
“And who are you supposed to be, anyway? Gold Lantern?” Madi asked, pointing to the heal spell encompassing Phil’s arm. “I mean, I heard that they expanded since Green, but come on. That’s pretty lame.”
“Come on Madiiii. I want to see him.” Phil didn’t need to guess who she was talking about. The girl had on a homemade “Plastic Man makes my heart melt” t-shirt, complete with a drawing of the would-be heartthrob, melting from the knees down. It sickly reminded Phil of the time that Cyberknight did melt the zany hero.
“Looks like Gold Lantern wasn’t invited to the party” Madi said in her sarcastic droll. The girl lazily motioned to where Phil’s teammates had gathered, beyond the newly erected police perimeter. She was obviously bored of the situation at this point. Well, she was obviously bored of every situation at every point.
“Erm, um, thanks,” Phil awkwardly waved, then, deciding instantly that was a terrible idea, put his hand back down. Madi smirked at his faux pas.
“Oh and if you see Plastic Man, can you tell him that I’m a fan?!” Madi’s friend craned her neck to make sure she hadn’t missed her idol coming to greet her.
“I don’t see what you see in that rubber boy,” muttered Madi
“He’s a man, Madi. Plastic Man!” Phil could hear the two friends’ bickering as he walked towards his teammates. They seemed to be gathered around an unknown person in blue...
“What the hell just happened?” he asked to no one in particular.
“Aren’t you heroes supposed to be the one who knows?” asked an adolescent girl from the gathering crowd. She looked like she was a couple years younger than as Gabe. That thought alone made Phil feel twice as old. Her friend decided to answer the question for Phil. “He’s not a hero, Madi. Where’s his mask? Come on, ignore this guy. I want to see the cute one...”
“Yeah where’s your mask,” Madi asked. “All superheroes have masks. Unless you’re Superman. Cause, he’s Superman.” She had all the shrewd insight of a major crimes detective. The matching withering stare was encased in a pair of fake glasses with a small, pink bow on them.
Phil had forgotten he didn’t have a mask. Hopefully nothing bad comes of this... “Well, uh…”
“And who are you supposed to be, anyway? Gold Lantern?” Madi asked, pointing to the heal spell encompassing Phil’s arm. “I mean, I heard that they expanded since Green, but come on. That’s pretty lame.”
“Come on Madiiii. I want to see him.” Phil didn’t need to guess who she was talking about. The girl had on a homemade “Plastic Man makes my heart melt” t-shirt, complete with a drawing of the would-be heartthrob, melting from the knees down. It sickly reminded Phil of the time that Cyberknight did melt the zany hero.
“Looks like Gold Lantern wasn’t invited to the party” Madi said in her sarcastic droll. The girl lazily motioned to where Phil’s teammates had gathered, beyond the newly erected police perimeter. She was obviously bored of the situation at this point. Well, she was obviously bored of every situation at every point.
“Erm, um, thanks,” Phil awkwardly waved, then, deciding instantly that was a terrible idea, put his hand back down. Madi smirked at his faux pas.
“Oh and if you see Plastic Man, can you tell him that I’m a fan?!” Madi’s friend craned her neck to make sure she hadn’t missed her idol coming to greet her.
“I don’t see what you see in that rubber boy,” muttered Madi
“He’s a man, Madi. Plastic Man!” Phil could hear the two friends’ bickering as he walked towards his teammates. They seemed to be gathered around an unknown person in blue...
I was thinking of the Question, although, based on your avatar, feel free to reserve him. He'd probably team up with Huntress or Green Arrow.
Yog Sothoth said
So would these characters be allowed
wut.
These are in the DC universe? They're robo-animals?
I'm interested. I actually like the no oc rule. Don't get me wrong, I'm not opposed to originals, it's just a nice change.
I'm behind too. Real life junk is sucking my time. Let me tell you, job applications suck.
The only thing worse than trying to convince my team mates that I’m fine is trying to find a new costume. Phil crossed out the drawing he was working on. It showed a vaguely humanoid shape, little more than a thick stick figure, clad in what was supposed to be golden armor. This is never going to work, Phil thought, balling up the sketch, throwing it across the room. It bounced off the Helm of Nabu sitting in the corner.
Phil thought back, almost two years ago now, to when he first saw it. Little did he know what that golden helmet would mean for his life. When he had put it on, Nabu explained how the newest in a long line of Lords of Order was a scrawny college student. Now, Nabu was trying to take over his body.
Suddenly, the yellow alarm went off. I guess I’ll just have to go with plan B, Phil thought, pulling on a gold exercise shirt and black pants and rushing down the hall. Magnus, Killian, and Gabe were already geared up in the hall.
“What’s the trouble?” Phil asked his team mates.
Phil thought back, almost two years ago now, to when he first saw it. Little did he know what that golden helmet would mean for his life. When he had put it on, Nabu explained how the newest in a long line of Lords of Order was a scrawny college student. Now, Nabu was trying to take over his body.
Suddenly, the yellow alarm went off. I guess I’ll just have to go with plan B, Phil thought, pulling on a gold exercise shirt and black pants and rushing down the hall. Magnus, Killian, and Gabe were already geared up in the hall.
“What’s the trouble?” Phil asked his team mates.
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