SomeMekBoy

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Well. Misguided rather than genocidal. Otto could work with this.

“Then you’re not my Ultron. Come to think of it, you have an actual face. I…” The next word was choked. “Apologize for the confusion. If you’re in it for the lasting peace of the world, then we have no quarrel.” Spider-Man lowered his web shooters, moving his fingers out of the requisite trigger stance to fire the twin apparatuses. “As for who I am…”

Otto considered how he should answer. What could he say? No one in this room recognized him, meaning he could say whatever in God’s green earth he wanted to say without anyone calling him for it. But did it feel right to say? Some voice in the back of the former doctor’s skull said that it wasn’t. He hadn’t asserted it enough, he hadn’t earned the title. He was not yet Spider Man, though when he became it he would be superior. And Otto did not like to lie about accomplishments.

“…It’s not important. What is is that I trust you. But I assume you have some form of internet connection out here. Any idea where we are or if there’s even life outside of this glass cage for us to encounter?” It was, at least to Otto, preferable that they were the only life around here. It would make escape and recon far, far easier if their cage was left unguarded or, ideally, unlocked.

@ClownTown

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Oh joy. The one face the new Spider-Man recognized and it was Stark’s folly of artificial intelligence. It appeared he would have to put it down, but such things could be put off until later. After all, while Ultron is a potential threat, he is an intelligent one. And Otto couldn’t shake the feeling that this wasn’t his Ultron.

Aiming both web-shooters at the artificial intelligence, Otto walked slowly towards the freed puppet. “It would be best if you didn’t get any ideas, Ultron. You can try to do your ‘downfall of humanity, rise of the machines’ drivel another time. However, right now you have to work with us meatbags. None of us know any better about where we are than you do.

To Ultron, however, an unfamiliar mask was speaking with disturbing familiarity. And, given the android’s inflexible features, the Superior Spider-Man could not pick up on confusion.

@ClownTown

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However, Otto Octavius was not in fact free. Not anymore. A quick check revealed that, thankfully, he was not reverted to his older, decrepit form. He was still in Spider Man’s body, his mind was still acute, and now he was in a more standard term for confinement: prison. He was not alone, nor did this appear to be a very good one. He was still in his Spider-Man Suit and in possession of his web shooters, which was important. It appeared, though, that he would have to do something that Otto dreaded doing in order to escape.

Socialize.

At least he didn’t need to fake being Peter Parker here. At least the ex-supervillain didn’t think that anyone who knew the old Spider-Man was here. How liberating. But that also meant he needed to survey his surroundings in order to get a good bearing on who to trust, who to use, and who to do away with. As such, Otto moved towards the nearest wall and leaned against it, attempting to feign aloofness and superiority. Well, not feign, more assert it. He had to watch, assess, and only then would he act.

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Name: Otto Octavius, also known as Superior Spider-Man.

Age: Biologically late teens, mentally ‘how have you not died yet’ old.

Gender: Male.

Canon: Marvel Comics.

Main Thread or Sandbox: Main Thread.

Personality: In a word, Otto is pretentious. Not being in his own body hasn’t mitigated that part of him one iota. He’s someone who drinks so much of his own ego he believes himself to be the best at any intellectual pursuit imaginable. If this is disproven, he will go to great lengths to rectify it not by just eliminating the competition but by making the competition wish they never competed. However, being in the same body as Peter Parker has nudged him more towards the path of good. Otto wants to be a hero, if only to prove to Parker he can be a hero, and will act accordingly. Although this is for the good of the world, not moral good or net good. He’s Lawful Good after all, not Lawful Nice. And being lawful good sometimes means you have to get rid of a threat permanently if that threat won’t be rehabilitated. Finally, this does not mean that Otto is fully immune to acting truly altruistically. It just means that he has higher standards than most for that altruism.

Equipment: Other than a spider suit with a suite of inbuilt gadgets and his web shooters, Otto does not have access to the rest of his kit. However, he can easily recreate it as needed.

Attributes: An incredibly potent mind, extreme athletic abilities, and most importantly the Spidey Sense, enabling quick response times to threats that sometimes aren’t even perceived, and wall crawling.

Biography: Otto Octavius was born to a turbulent home and early educational life, an abusive father and base of peers throwing him into physics and honing and already rarified mind to a sharp point. Becoming a talented nuclear physicist, he designed a set of four mechanical tentacles to enable better maneuvering of radioactive substances without harming the operator. In a freak accident, Otto’s apparatus was fused to his body and his mind was further frazzled by the incident and earlier domestic disputes with both his mother and his ex fiancé. This gave rise to Doctor Octopus and started him down the path to crime. This put him at odds with Spider-Man, and over the years they threw down numerous times. However, Otto was aging. He needed a new body, a body capable of accentuating a mind like his. Who better than his nemesis, the only man to outsmart him? Luring Spider-Man into a trap, he managed to swap bodies with the hero, thus becoming the Superior Spider-Man after escaping as Peter Parker died in Otto’s old body. Of course, such procedures are hardly foolproof. And, as Otto soon found out, ghosts have a habit of haunting those who trifle with their possessions. And what is a more important possession than a body?

Other: This Superior Spider-Man was pulled from exactly when Otto overwrote Peter rather than towards when Peter regained control.

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“Well. Dunno if I’m high as fuck, but I’m pretty sure I just saw someone get punched all the way through a building. Imma go run their pockets while they’re knocked out.”

Name: Terrence Greene.

Age: 25.

Gender: Male.

Canon: DC, OC.

Main Thread or Sandbox: Sandbox. Whole new world of opportunities.

Starting Location (SANDBOX ONLY): Gotham, native all his life.

Personality: Terrence is a pretty chill individual in spite of being a semi hardened criminal. When he’s not ‘on the job’, he can be downright magnanimous. In fact, on the job, he only picks targets that can afford to lose something. Salarymen, hypebeasts, people with enough to have and for Terrence to also have. However, he doesn’t have a MORAL code about it. He doesn’t rob from the evil rich and give to the poor, he just takes from people who can afford it and that he can roll. Terrence just drops a few coins in a cup from time to time. However, when committing crimes, the mask adds a few points to his ego. He goes from generally okay guy to ambitious, prickish, aggressive stock standard criminal. Maybe this is an act, maybe this is what he is unchained. He doesn’t really care, he likes the simple life. However, Terrence wants more. He wants so much more.

Equipment: Crude protective gear, mask, and a fully automatic Glock-17. If he isn’t committing crimes, though, he just has a tank top, jeans, and some sneakers.

Abilities: A good ability at shooting, dexterity tasks, and running away. But literally nothing else.

Biography: Terrence doesn’t have a backstory. He grew up lower middle class, had an okay life with good parents. He just didn’t do well in school, and like everyone that doesn’t do well in school in Gotham he fell into crime. Shakedowns, robbery, burglary. It wasn’t enough for a life living large, but it was enough for him. However, now everything is all shaken up. The king is dead, long live the king. For the dregs of society, why not try to shoot up the ranks in the middle of the chaos?

Other: How did Terrence get the watch? He doesn’t know. He just woke up with it on and went ‘why get rid of something this expensive looking?’

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Hi, I’m SomeMekBoy, or Mek for short. I’ve been roleplaying for a couple of years now, across a variety of genres, although this is the first forum I’ve ever joined for it so I’m glad to be here. As you can probably tell I’m big into Warhammer, tabletop, and war games although I also like the standard nerd fare of books and video games. I don’t really know what to put I’m an entirely unremarkable individual.