Sep

Ultimate One Universe: Emergence

That Thank was me thanking you for letting me use 'Grodd'.

Or not doing enough to stand in my way.

@Hound55

Oh sorry my next Flash Post introduces every single one of Flashes rogues....

Ultimate One Universe: Emergence

<Snipped quote by Sep>

*Types 'Grodd' intro into post. Turns and makes direct eye contact with @Sep*

*Continues typing 'Grodd' intro post whilst holding eye contact with @Sep*

@Hound55

That reply gave me like 3 notifications. I thought I was popular 😞

Ultimate One Universe: Emergence

No one's likely gonna use The Joker before Mao Mao does, for instance, so any infraction of that will have to re-edit their posts.

@Master Bruce

Deletes his W.I.P post

Also I know we can use other people's villains unlike previous games but I still think it's just polite to send them a message and being like hey. I wanna use this guy, is that alright?

Ultimate One Universe: Emergence

Sorry for the short Iris post... It's technically the other half to the last one.

Ultimate One Universe: Emergence

STAR LABS // CENTRAL CITY

"Call me Flash

Previously...

Iris looked around at the dumbfounded looks. "You know, cause I'm super fast, like a Flash?" Iris shrugged. "Oh come on all you smart scientists and I'm the only one who got that-"

Harrison cleared his throat loudly. "I'm more impressed with the fact you just ran through a wall."

Iris turned back around to look at the wall she had just come through. "Straight through the wall?"

He nodded. "Straight through the wall, come on back into the speed lab-" Iris followed as he turned around and left the room.

"Are you seriously giving me grief for coming up with the name Flash when you call the room you were testing my speed in the Speed-Lab? Iris rolled her eyes as she followed him in. The treadmill lay in tatters, many of the wires leading to where its various rollers and moving parts were sparked and fizzed. She winced slightly, the whole piece of equipment likely had not been cheap. "Sorry..."

She was surprised when he turned around with the biggest grin on his face. "Don't be." Once he latched onto the computer he never turned around, it was his sole point of focus. "This data is fascinating. You seem to be channelling some form of energy, I've never seen anything like it-"

"You're not telling me anything new here..."

He flapped her away with his hand behind his back. "Science takes time, go save something or something. I'll contact you once I've had some time to analyse the data."

"Yeah about showing up on my doorstep-"

"Oh don't worry about that, I scanned the frequency used in that earpiece the moment you entered the facility. If I need you I'll just tap into that."

Fed up of rolling her eyes for the day, Iris took off. Neglecting to comment on the number of liberties that Harrison appeared to be taking, she had barely made it home before she collapsed on the bed and a dreamless slumber took her.

Ultimate One Universe: Emergence

Got my first Black Knight novel up, still working on the final version of the banner so may change that in the next day or so!

@Half Pint

Fixed it

Ultimate One Universe: Emergence

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 T E V E R O G E R S

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^{"I've knocked out Adolf Hitler over 200 times, but I should have aimed for Stalin."}

^{_{S T E V E R O G E R S ♦ P R I S O N E R O F W A R ♦ U N K N O W N}}

O R I G I N S:

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Steve was a sickly child, had he been livestock he would have been considered a runt. Despite his small stature, growing up in Brooklyn the values that his parents instilled in him always had him trying to stand up to the bullies, which often resulted in him being beaten up. His best friend, Bucky Barnes, always saved him at the last minute.

This tradition continued into adulthood, until the outbreak of the Second World War... but you know this story. Ineligible, Bucky is in the army. Eventually, he gets chosen by Erskine becoming a Super Soldier and later Captain America.

The Justice Society of America were the propaganda piece, the Invaders were the boots on the ground. The Howling Commandos got the real work done, even members of their forces saw them to be little but myth. The war in Europe was winding down by 1945. As Captain America faced the Red Skull aboard his flying fortress, he was forced to bring the plane to the ground to prevent annihilation and a very different world. The Americans and their allies rallied to find the craft, but they never did. The Russians got there first and stripped the plane for all that it had, including the incapacitated Steve Rogers.

Ever since Steve has been living in a Russian Prison. The Super Soldier serum slowed his aging, and he was routinely beaten. Tortured, and experimented on. The Russians using him to fuel their Red Guardian project. A super serum that, less effective as Erskines but still potent nonetheless.

He has long since given hope of rescue.

S A M P L E P O S T:

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You would have to be completely ignorant not to pick up a foreign language after nearly eighty years of hearing it spoken. No, Steve Rogers didn't understand it enough to translate directly to english but when he heard boots approaching outside his cell he sighed as he sat himself up on his bed, swinging his legs down over the side. Rolling up the sleeves of his prison jumpsuit, wrists up. He knew the drill, looking over at the wall and all the various tally marks he had made over the years.

He had started it as a way to give himself hope, it soon became a way to track the time. Nowadays he just did it because that was something he did every morning. That was the routine. When you had nothing else to do, routine was all you had. The testing was part of the routine. There was a clunk as the cell door was unlocked. The Doctor entered the room. His accent heavy. "Captain Rogers. Organised as ever."

"Well, you're always on time." The man's hands were cold as he grabbed onto his wrist, tapping it rhythmically. Twice, in the same spot. There was a strange, comfort, in the routine. That was likely the point of it, the repetition. He hadn't attempted escape in over a decade now. That didn't mean he hadn't considered it, just the failed attempts had only made their defences stronger. Their responses quicker, their men better trained. Steve hadn't seen a crack in the armour in a long time. It would come, even the smallest stream could bore through a mountain given time.

The Doctor handed the vials of Steves blood to a nurse who placed them in a cooled suitcase before leaving the room. As she left the cell he could see the guards waiting outside. There only used to be one, that was the first lesson they had learned. To have as many guards in Steves proximity as possible at any one time, especially when doors were open. "Krylenko has taken to the serum well. His physical attributes-" The Doctor whistled to himself.

"-he is the most impressive yet."

"I'd be willing to help him practice." Steve kept his tone flat, and neutral.

The Doctor paused at the door, looking back at Steve with a soft smile on his face.

"That would be very informative, yes. Thankyou Captain." As the Doctor walked out the room there was a clunk as the door was locked behind him.

Steve just smiled, there it was. A crack.

P O S T C A T A L O G:

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Prison Term:
Issue #1: Chow time
Issue #2: Gym time
Issue #3: Nose job
Issue #4: Free Falling

Ultimate One Universe: Emergence

Eh, I kinda preferred Hyperion.

But okay, if you insist.

Steve Rogers by @Sep

@Master Bruce

Wow you're going to make it look like we are in cahoots.

Ultimate One Universe: Emergence

<Snipped quote by Sep>

That's not a dog at all.

@Master Bruce

Okay I'll try again

Captain Australia

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 T E V E R O G E R S

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^{"I've knocked out Adolf Hitler over 200 times, but I should have aimed for Stalin."}

^{_{S T E V E R O G E R S ♦ P R I S O N E R O F W A R ♦ U N K N O W N}}

O R I G I N S:

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Steve was a sickly child, had he been livestock he would have been considered a runt. Despite his small stature, growing up in Brooklyn the values that his parents instilled in him always had him trying to stand up to the bullies, which often resulted in him being beaten up. His best friend, Bucky Barnes, always saved him at the last minute.

This tradition continued into adulthood, until the outbreak of the Second World War... but you know this story. Ineligible, Bucky is in the army. Eventually, he gets chosen by Erskine becoming a Super Soldier and later Captain America.

The Justice Society of America were the propaganda piece, the Invaders were the boots on the ground. The Howling Commandos got the real work done, even members of their forces saw them to be little but myth. The war in Europe was winding down by 1945. As Captain America faced the Red Skull aboard his flying fortress, he was forced to bring the plane to the ground to prevent annihilation and a very different world. The Americans and their allies rallied to find the craft, but they never did. The Russians got there first and stripped the plane for all that it had, including the incapacitated Steve Rogers.

Ever since Steve has been living in a Russian Prison. The Super Soldier serum slowed his aging, and he was routinely beaten. Tortured, and experimented on. The Russians using him to fuel their Red Guardian project. A super serum that, less effective as Erskines but still potent nonetheless.

He has long since given hope of rescue.

S A M P L E P O S T:

---

You would have to be completely ignorant not to pick up a foreign language after nearly eighty years of hearing it spoken. No, Steve Rogers didn't understand it enough to translate directly to english but when he heard boots approaching outside his cell he sighed as he sat himself up on his bed, swinging his legs down over the side. Rolling up the sleeves of his prison jumpsuit, wrists up. He knew the drill, looking over at the wall and all the various tally marks he had made over the years.

He had started it as a way to give himself hope, it soon became a way to track the time. Nowadays he just did it because that was something he did every morning. That was the routine. When you had nothing else to do, routine was all you had. The testing was part of the routine. There was a clunk as the cell door was unlocked. The Doctor entered the room. His accent heavy. "Captain Rogers. Organised as ever."

"Well, you're always on time." The man's hands were cold as he grabbed onto his wrist, tapping it rhythmically. Twice, in the same spot. There was a strange, comfort, in the routine. That was likely the point of it, the repetition. He hadn't attempted escape in over a decade now. That didn't mean he hadn't considered it, just the failed attempts had only made their defences stronger. Their responses quicker, their men better trained. Steve hadn't seen a crack in the armour in a long time. It would come, even the smallest stream could bore through a mountain given time.

The Doctor handed the vials of Steves blood to a nurse who placed them in a cooled suitcase before leaving the room. As she left the cell he could see the guards waiting outside. There only used to be one, that was the first lesson they had learned. To have as many guards in Steves proximity as possible at any one time, especially when doors were open. "Shostakov has taken to the serum well. His physical attributes-" The Doctor whistled to himself.

"-he is the most impressive yet."

"I'd be willing to help him practice." Steve kept his tone flat, and neutral.

The Doctor paused at the door, looking back at Steve with a soft smile on his face.

"That would be very informative, yes. Thankyou Captain." As the Doctor walked out the room there was a clunk as the door was locked behind him.

Steve just smiled, there it was. A crack.

P O S T C A T A L O G:

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A list linking to your IC posts as they're created. This can be used for a reference guide to your character or to summarize completed interactions and stories.

Ultimate One Universe: Emergence

Here @Master Bruce have this

Krypto the Superdog

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T P R O P O S A L

H Y P E R I O N

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^{"For the American way, truth, liberty and justice."}

^{_{C A R L K E N T ♦ P H O T O G R A P H E R ♦ S E A T T L E}}

O R I G I N S:

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Carl came to Earth in an escape pod from a destroyed planet, taken in by two farmers in the middle of nowhere called Mark and Joan Kent. His powers started to become obvious as he got older, his parents instilled in him a strong sense of purpose and community. When a rogue tornado tore through the town, Joan refused to let him save her. He swore it was the last time he would ever see someone die when he could stop it.

When he grew up and moved away to the big city he decided it was time to don the tights and capes and come out to the world as HYPERION, the SUPERMAN!

S A M P L E P O S T:

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I fly, I am the Superman.

I punch all the bad guy.

P O S T C A T A L O G:

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A list linking to your IC posts as they're created. This can be used for a reference guide to your character or to summarize completed interactions and stories.