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Alright then, I'll provide some info for you later today ^^
Thanks. Its actualy based off of how I started the story that this RP was originally based on. Garrn's been with me longer then you'd think and is been writing this world for a while now :3
And I tend to go overboard with intro posts XD
And I tend to go overboard with intro posts XD
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11 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Interest Checks
Rin said
Funnily enough, the Rider I'd decided upon (Double) is a detective who uses animal-themed gadgets occassionally, operates out of a secret underground base and has a car based on their motif. XD It might take a while for me to get the sheet up though, since the powerset kind of needs two people (it's kind of a Firestorm-type deal, to put it simply) and I'm currently in talks with a friend trying to work stuff out.Also yay, Galatea was accepted! Hopefully she'll be fun. She's a bit different from stuff I usually play, but variety is the spice of life I guess. XD
Indeed it is! And oh my god that's awesome! A Japanese Batman-like Kamen Rider XD
TheSovereignGrave said
It evolved out a Christian holiday celebrating several Saints/martyrs named Valentine.
Yeah, the dude named Valentine was hung at the gallows for adultery and it somehow became a romantic holiday..
Somebody really fucked that event up. Why don't we just have national "Jack the Ripper Day" as well? God knows I don't want to know how they'd celebrate that XD
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Alright everybody, the OoC is up, so post your sheets there. IC should come by Friday/Saturday
IC's up ^^
Realm of Garrn: The Call of Adventure
"Sit ye'selves down and I will spin you a tale 'at were long lost t'er this human world.. Tis a tale of epic adventure, grand duels 'n combat in a world o' warcraft, magic, dungeons an' the like. A place chock full o' such mystical things ne'er seen in this world. T' tales began Lon' ago, when t' King of The High Tower, Riley Kyon the First, an' his kin marched on the darkened soil of Depthre in t' final march o' t' Great War. All t' races was united 'gainst t' dark lord. T' King 'ad when all 'o a sudden out come a massive Fire Drake from t' North! T'were a battle to end t' ages, an-
'Poligies lads and lasses, seem's like I got a wee'bit carried away. Now then, where was I? Oh! 'Ere it comes back! I reckon I was startin' t' story way too early, about a hundred years, if'm bein' precise. So, 'ere's how it went: Lon' ago in t' mythical and wondrous land o' Garrn, there was a group o' heroes who set out 'pon a dangerous quest. Their journey took 'em all'round t' continents, across t' sea, through forests and mountains, an' forced then t' overcome many difficult obstacles that threatened their mission. They was guided 'long on their quest by a power th' was said t' long since have vanished from t' world. Through determination an' vigil, t' heroes managed to destroy the evil an' make t' world safe once again.
The tale started out, much like any great tale of adventure does: some'were quiet an' cosy, most likely 'n a tavern o' some kind.. Ah, yes now I remember! 'T were t' town o' Vestial where t' take first began! On a night o' celebration, no less. With the findin' o' a magical artifact, the heroes would meet in t' local tavern and venture out into t' world t' begin their quest!
So, lads and lasses.. Are ye ready t' hear t' greatest tale o' Garrn?"
The sun rose once more over the peaceful Realm of Garrn. It was hard to believe that the harsh winter winds had, until recently, covered the earth with snow. With the snow, brought a relaxing quietness which absorbed all sounds that arose in the land naught but a few months prior. Almost as soon as the sun's daily rise had begun, the smell of the air turned sweet and the winds blew gently. In the midst of the day break, a small flower bud burst gently from its foundations, slowly growing into a beautiful purple blossom. Most saw the first flower bloom as a sign that spring was upon the land, and more would soon follow. Almost as quickly as the first, more and more beautiful flowers arose from the once snowy plains, quickly covering the vast landscape with nothing but sheer beauty. In a few weeks time, the snow had all but melted and all was well and calm. However, most people could not say they had been able to witness this scene personally, except one. It was a young boy with long, pointed ears, who was perched precariously on a nearby cliff ledge. His feet wildly swung about as he carefully and quietly regarded the rising sun.
He sighed at the sight of the land and lay down on the grass, staring up into the clear and bright blue sky. He closed his eyes and listened to the sounds of birds chirping, animals going about their business and the raging roar of the nearby waterfall where the townsfolk received their water. The thunderous crashing of the waterfall was only toned down by the gentle noise of running water coming from the stream that followed. The pale boy opened his eyes and sat up, searching the soft green grass gently for the book he had placed beside him. Even in the sight of such a wondrous and beautiful landscape, he could not help but write, even if he had no stories of his own to put into writing. He took another deep breath, and began writing in his book. Suddenly, as he had just thought of a good starting point, he heard a voice calling him. “Mercanor”, the deep, musky voice called. Mercanor placed the empty book on the ground once more and turned his head to see his father standing behind him. He had a spade in one hand and a pair of gloves in the other. “Come on now, son” Saan said, indicating towards the spade. “Time for your daily chores. You can deal with the crops and take care of the animals today. You’ll have time for your writing afterwards, but right now we need your help.” Mercanor let out a small, but content sigh, taking one last look at the horizon before him. He then gathered his book, placing it in the small pouch he kept tied to his belt, and stood up. Dusting his shirt off, he began walking towards his father.
Mercanor took both the spade and the gloves, smiling at his father, who in turn, returned the smile. “If you need any help,” Saan said as Mercanor began to walk away, “I’d advise asking Vent. Gii and I are working on the house. I’m afraid that the hole causing the leak in the roof is getting bigger, and we might have to stay at the Inn for a few days before it’s fixed fully...” Mercanor turned around and began walking backwards so he could see his father. He raised a hand to form a cup around his lips and called out “I’m quite sure I’m capable of doing what’s asked of me." with a playful tone. A smile spread on Saan’s lips, which was followed by a small chuckle. “It’s not like I’m heading off to war or anything, unless those damn worms are back. I'm just tending to some crops, and then some animals.” Mercanor called again, before turning around and rushing off to complete his chores as fast as he could. As he neared the farmhouse, he pulled a small leather flask from his pouch and walked over to the water pump beside the house. It was normally used to fill buckets of water that were needed for the crops, but he often used it for other reasons. He quickly filled his flask with drinking water, knowing he would need it later in the day.
After the flask had been filled, Mercanor started on his way to the barn, grabbing a few buckets and a set of sheers. Mercanor took another breath of air and sighed. He loved the feel the early spring air had: it was crisp and cool because of the remaining hints of winter, but warming up just enough because summer was approaching quickly. The smell of the flowers now blooming was sweet and tender, which was mainly the reason he spent so much time outdoors during the spring season. He hated to admit it, but flowers were something he found mildly interesting, although it wasn't something he would mention or bring up in a conversation. In secret though, he marvelled the beautiful planet and even went so far as to learn about all the different varieties of flowers located throughout the Realm of Garrn. He learned many interesting facts about them, such as what type would be good for clearing a headache, or simply what ones to avoid so one doesn’t get a nasty rash from rubbing his or her skin against it.
Mercanor finally entered the barn and began to complete his daily chores, which involved milking the cows, sheering the sheep, feeding the animals, collecting eggs from the chickens, disposing of any feces he saw (or smelled) and grooming the horses. Mercanor usually let the animals outside during the spring, summer and fall months, but not because his family didn't have enough feed. He thought it must've been hard staying in a barn all winter, so he let them roam free outside in the fields as a sort of apology. After he had finished his duties with the animals, he gathered up the collected resources and placed them in a bin, ready to go to the market. Mercanor then proceeded to fill another bucket, except this time, with water, and grabbed a small pouch filled with wheat and Pumpkin seeds. After making his way to the acre of fields they owned, he proceeded to plant new crops. Due to the fact the winter had only finished recently, there was no crops for him to harvest, which he found was a slight disappointment. As a Farmboy, Mercanor always enjoyed taking a bite of the first fruits and vegetables of the season.
When Mercanor had managed to finish all of his chores, the sun was just reaching its position high above the world, symbolizing the arrival of Mid-Day. His flask had run out of water, so after he refilled it, he took a long swig and quenched his thirst. The half-elvish boy made his way back to the fields so he could watch the animals graze and possibly get inspiration for his book. Mercanor had learned and knew all of the barnyard animal’s names, most of which his father had given them upon their birth, or gained from their previous owner upon purchase. Mercanor used the names commonly when he was handling the animals or even simply comforting them when they were upset. He watched them graze for a half hour or so before he decided to grab some breakfast. Just as he was about to leave, he heard a loud whinny and turned around. He saw one of the new horses who was born during the winter, seemingly distressed by something. Mercanor placed his flask back into his pouch, then walked towards the young steed, rubbing its nose gently as he began to comfort the mare. “There there, Brèàngul. What’s bothering you then?” Mercanor said, in a quiet and comforting tone. The horse turned its head slightly, ushering another whinny, this time much quieter and calmer. Mercanor turned to see the horse looking towards the Droala Mountain's laying to the Northeast of Vestial. He sighed with displeasure, knowing almost exactly what the mare desired: to roam free and discover the lands for herself, seeking truth and the answers, and discovering lost cities and exploring the many continents and regions that consisted within the Realm of Garrn (except, of course, for the dreaded Issei Torul region, which was once the place where evil dwelled). Mercanor knew the thoughts of the mare, not because he could read the minds of beasts, but because he too often thought of leaving the farmhouse, Vestial, and his Farmboy life behind. He wished to just wander the lands, looking for adventure and become part of legend. Mercanor chuckled, still gently patting Brèàngul on the nose and stroking his mane.
“Aw, it’s alright girl..” Mercanor explained. “I know exactly how you feel... Tell you what.:I promise that if I ever get a chance to go out and explore the world, I’ll be sure to bring you along with me. It would be a great opportunity for the both of us, wouldn’t it?” The mare clopped it’s hooves against the ground, almost as if it were ready to ride off into the distance with Mercanor upon its back. Mercanor smiled, giving the horse one final pat on the head, before grabbing a small handful of grass, feeding the mare one quick snack. “One day, we'll see it all. For today, you are to remain in Vestial, but one day soon, you and I will be climbing the Droala Mountains, running across the Feria Plains alongside the men of the West, and seeing the splendorous sights the world has to offer... One day...” Mercanor said, sighing slightly in disappointment. He knew that he was needed at the farm, but he wished he could just get away from it all, and choose to go wherever he desired and maybe even learn more about himself along the way... as well as his mother. He had so many questions about her that still remained unanswered. “Who was she? Was she as beautiful as everyone said she was? How did she die? How did his father and her come to be lovers?” Mercanor wished to know more, especially after hearing his appearance is from his “mother’s side”. Did that mean she too had pointed ears and many of the features easily pointed out on Mercanor? If she had those features, then that meant she was an Elf, that much was obvious to anybody with eyes.. But what Mercanor didn't fully understand was: if his father was human, and his mother was an elf.. Then what was he? And why was he so different from Vent and Gii? So many unanswered questions.. But little if he know that he would soon be remembered, along with a group of heroes, as the greatest defenders of the Realm of Garrn..
"Sit ye'selves down and I will spin you a tale 'at were long lost t'er this human world.. Tis a tale of epic adventure, grand duels 'n combat in a world o' warcraft, magic, dungeons an' the like. A place chock full o' such mystical things ne'er seen in this world. T' tales began Lon' ago, when t' King of The High Tower, Riley Kyon the First, an' his kin marched on the darkened soil of Depthre in t' final march o' t' Great War. All t' races was united 'gainst t' dark lord. T' King 'ad when all 'o a sudden out come a massive Fire Drake from t' North! T'were a battle to end t' ages, an-
'Poligies lads and lasses, seem's like I got a wee'bit carried away. Now then, where was I? Oh! 'Ere it comes back! I reckon I was startin' t' story way too early, about a hundred years, if'm bein' precise. So, 'ere's how it went: Lon' ago in t' mythical and wondrous land o' Garrn, there was a group o' heroes who set out 'pon a dangerous quest. Their journey took 'em all'round t' continents, across t' sea, through forests and mountains, an' forced then t' overcome many difficult obstacles that threatened their mission. They was guided 'long on their quest by a power th' was said t' long since have vanished from t' world. Through determination an' vigil, t' heroes managed to destroy the evil an' make t' world safe once again.
The tale started out, much like any great tale of adventure does: some'were quiet an' cosy, most likely 'n a tavern o' some kind.. Ah, yes now I remember! 'T were t' town o' Vestial where t' take first began! On a night o' celebration, no less. With the findin' o' a magical artifact, the heroes would meet in t' local tavern and venture out into t' world t' begin their quest!
So, lads and lasses.. Are ye ready t' hear t' greatest tale o' Garrn?"
The sun rose once more over the peaceful Realm of Garrn. It was hard to believe that the harsh winter winds had, until recently, covered the earth with snow. With the snow, brought a relaxing quietness which absorbed all sounds that arose in the land naught but a few months prior. Almost as soon as the sun's daily rise had begun, the smell of the air turned sweet and the winds blew gently. In the midst of the day break, a small flower bud burst gently from its foundations, slowly growing into a beautiful purple blossom. Most saw the first flower bloom as a sign that spring was upon the land, and more would soon follow. Almost as quickly as the first, more and more beautiful flowers arose from the once snowy plains, quickly covering the vast landscape with nothing but sheer beauty. In a few weeks time, the snow had all but melted and all was well and calm. However, most people could not say they had been able to witness this scene personally, except one. It was a young boy with long, pointed ears, who was perched precariously on a nearby cliff ledge. His feet wildly swung about as he carefully and quietly regarded the rising sun.
He sighed at the sight of the land and lay down on the grass, staring up into the clear and bright blue sky. He closed his eyes and listened to the sounds of birds chirping, animals going about their business and the raging roar of the nearby waterfall where the townsfolk received their water. The thunderous crashing of the waterfall was only toned down by the gentle noise of running water coming from the stream that followed. The pale boy opened his eyes and sat up, searching the soft green grass gently for the book he had placed beside him. Even in the sight of such a wondrous and beautiful landscape, he could not help but write, even if he had no stories of his own to put into writing. He took another deep breath, and began writing in his book. Suddenly, as he had just thought of a good starting point, he heard a voice calling him. “Mercanor”, the deep, musky voice called. Mercanor placed the empty book on the ground once more and turned his head to see his father standing behind him. He had a spade in one hand and a pair of gloves in the other. “Come on now, son” Saan said, indicating towards the spade. “Time for your daily chores. You can deal with the crops and take care of the animals today. You’ll have time for your writing afterwards, but right now we need your help.” Mercanor let out a small, but content sigh, taking one last look at the horizon before him. He then gathered his book, placing it in the small pouch he kept tied to his belt, and stood up. Dusting his shirt off, he began walking towards his father.
Mercanor took both the spade and the gloves, smiling at his father, who in turn, returned the smile. “If you need any help,” Saan said as Mercanor began to walk away, “I’d advise asking Vent. Gii and I are working on the house. I’m afraid that the hole causing the leak in the roof is getting bigger, and we might have to stay at the Inn for a few days before it’s fixed fully...” Mercanor turned around and began walking backwards so he could see his father. He raised a hand to form a cup around his lips and called out “I’m quite sure I’m capable of doing what’s asked of me." with a playful tone. A smile spread on Saan’s lips, which was followed by a small chuckle. “It’s not like I’m heading off to war or anything, unless those damn worms are back. I'm just tending to some crops, and then some animals.” Mercanor called again, before turning around and rushing off to complete his chores as fast as he could. As he neared the farmhouse, he pulled a small leather flask from his pouch and walked over to the water pump beside the house. It was normally used to fill buckets of water that were needed for the crops, but he often used it for other reasons. He quickly filled his flask with drinking water, knowing he would need it later in the day.
After the flask had been filled, Mercanor started on his way to the barn, grabbing a few buckets and a set of sheers. Mercanor took another breath of air and sighed. He loved the feel the early spring air had: it was crisp and cool because of the remaining hints of winter, but warming up just enough because summer was approaching quickly. The smell of the flowers now blooming was sweet and tender, which was mainly the reason he spent so much time outdoors during the spring season. He hated to admit it, but flowers were something he found mildly interesting, although it wasn't something he would mention or bring up in a conversation. In secret though, he marvelled the beautiful planet and even went so far as to learn about all the different varieties of flowers located throughout the Realm of Garrn. He learned many interesting facts about them, such as what type would be good for clearing a headache, or simply what ones to avoid so one doesn’t get a nasty rash from rubbing his or her skin against it.
Mercanor finally entered the barn and began to complete his daily chores, which involved milking the cows, sheering the sheep, feeding the animals, collecting eggs from the chickens, disposing of any feces he saw (or smelled) and grooming the horses. Mercanor usually let the animals outside during the spring, summer and fall months, but not because his family didn't have enough feed. He thought it must've been hard staying in a barn all winter, so he let them roam free outside in the fields as a sort of apology. After he had finished his duties with the animals, he gathered up the collected resources and placed them in a bin, ready to go to the market. Mercanor then proceeded to fill another bucket, except this time, with water, and grabbed a small pouch filled with wheat and Pumpkin seeds. After making his way to the acre of fields they owned, he proceeded to plant new crops. Due to the fact the winter had only finished recently, there was no crops for him to harvest, which he found was a slight disappointment. As a Farmboy, Mercanor always enjoyed taking a bite of the first fruits and vegetables of the season.
When Mercanor had managed to finish all of his chores, the sun was just reaching its position high above the world, symbolizing the arrival of Mid-Day. His flask had run out of water, so after he refilled it, he took a long swig and quenched his thirst. The half-elvish boy made his way back to the fields so he could watch the animals graze and possibly get inspiration for his book. Mercanor had learned and knew all of the barnyard animal’s names, most of which his father had given them upon their birth, or gained from their previous owner upon purchase. Mercanor used the names commonly when he was handling the animals or even simply comforting them when they were upset. He watched them graze for a half hour or so before he decided to grab some breakfast. Just as he was about to leave, he heard a loud whinny and turned around. He saw one of the new horses who was born during the winter, seemingly distressed by something. Mercanor placed his flask back into his pouch, then walked towards the young steed, rubbing its nose gently as he began to comfort the mare. “There there, Brèàngul. What’s bothering you then?” Mercanor said, in a quiet and comforting tone. The horse turned its head slightly, ushering another whinny, this time much quieter and calmer. Mercanor turned to see the horse looking towards the Droala Mountain's laying to the Northeast of Vestial. He sighed with displeasure, knowing almost exactly what the mare desired: to roam free and discover the lands for herself, seeking truth and the answers, and discovering lost cities and exploring the many continents and regions that consisted within the Realm of Garrn (except, of course, for the dreaded Issei Torul region, which was once the place where evil dwelled). Mercanor knew the thoughts of the mare, not because he could read the minds of beasts, but because he too often thought of leaving the farmhouse, Vestial, and his Farmboy life behind. He wished to just wander the lands, looking for adventure and become part of legend. Mercanor chuckled, still gently patting Brèàngul on the nose and stroking his mane.
“Aw, it’s alright girl..” Mercanor explained. “I know exactly how you feel... Tell you what.:I promise that if I ever get a chance to go out and explore the world, I’ll be sure to bring you along with me. It would be a great opportunity for the both of us, wouldn’t it?” The mare clopped it’s hooves against the ground, almost as if it were ready to ride off into the distance with Mercanor upon its back. Mercanor smiled, giving the horse one final pat on the head, before grabbing a small handful of grass, feeding the mare one quick snack. “One day, we'll see it all. For today, you are to remain in Vestial, but one day soon, you and I will be climbing the Droala Mountains, running across the Feria Plains alongside the men of the West, and seeing the splendorous sights the world has to offer... One day...” Mercanor said, sighing slightly in disappointment. He knew that he was needed at the farm, but he wished he could just get away from it all, and choose to go wherever he desired and maybe even learn more about himself along the way... as well as his mother. He had so many questions about her that still remained unanswered. “Who was she? Was she as beautiful as everyone said she was? How did she die? How did his father and her come to be lovers?” Mercanor wished to know more, especially after hearing his appearance is from his “mother’s side”. Did that mean she too had pointed ears and many of the features easily pointed out on Mercanor? If she had those features, then that meant she was an Elf, that much was obvious to anybody with eyes.. But what Mercanor didn't fully understand was: if his father was human, and his mother was an elf.. Then what was he? And why was he so different from Vent and Gii? So many unanswered questions.. But little if he know that he would soon be remembered, along with a group of heroes, as the greatest defenders of the Realm of Garrn..
Kho said
I'm very interested in this. Unfortunately I don't think I will be able to RP here in the foreseeable future - as a proper character, though I don't mind doing short NPC's every now and again as filler or something, message me and I can do that ;D. I will keep an eye out on IC. And I hope you don't mind me chatting with you here :POther: Adventure Ho!
Yeah no man I don't mind you doing that if you want. You'd really be helping me out by doing that.
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Forum: Casual Roleplay
Character You Would Like to Play: Dylan Robertson a.k.a. "The Amazing Spider-Man"
Character Alignment (Hero, Villain, or Walking the Line): Hero (but sometimes Walks the Line)
Origin/History of Your Character:
Born and raised in Toronto, young Dylan Robertson grew up with a mother, sister, uncle and aunt.... but no father. Dylan barely knew his father because he was so young, but he remembers that he was kind and generous to everybody, no matter what they did. His mother was a lawyer and his father worked at the world famous OSCORP building in Manhattan, so Dylan never got a chance to see him most of the time. When his father did come home from work, however, he brought home gifts and souvenirs from NYC to his family. When Dylan was just turning 17, his father received a major promotion from his boss, Dr. Gilbert Sullivan to a place called "Sector B". Sector B was a genetic mutations lab where experiments to create the perfect Government-controlled super soldier were being held. A few weeks after his father's promotion, Dylan's family took a vacation to see Tom at his new job and announce the family's plans to move to New York. The decision had been made Dylan's aunt and uncle, who owned a small apartment located in Queens. It was done primarily so that the kids could spend more time with their father, and everything was set to go... Then, the problems began.
Upon arriving at Sector B and meeting with his father, Dylan a brief tour took a turn for the worst. Alarms were blaring and a voice warned the inhabitants of Sector B of some kind of break out. Dylan's father rushed over to begin typing something at the control panel, but it was too late. Before his eyes, thousands of mutated test subjects bashed down the doors into the room and swarmed the area, killing anything and everything that stood in the way. Dylan as fast as he could and took hold of his little sister's hand to help her escape the chaos. When they got to a safe hiding spot, his sister screamed for their parents and began crying. She noticed that during the run, she had dropped her favourite Lena Lucy doll. The fear and panic of losing another thing she cared about so dearly caused her to beg Dylan to rescue the doll. Dylan saw his parents run to safety from under the table and breathed heavily. He promised he would get his sister the doll, before he slowly crept through the rubble of rampage and carnage that had just taken place. He held his breath as he crept past the dead and mutilated bodies of his father's co-workers and carefully glanced around, seeing two mutants still in the room, devouring a man who was still alive. Dylan crept quietly towards the doll which he could now clearly see and extended his hand slowly, feeling with his fingers for the foot the the doll and grabbed it successfully, letting out a small cheer.
The mutant's advanced hearing allowed them to hear his muffled cheer and whipped their heads around to see Dylan holding the doll. The first mutant, who resembled something of a giant scorpion, rushed at Dylan and smacked his head with it's tail, wrapping the spiked appendage around the boy as it held him upside down. The second mutant, a massive hairy 8 eyed man with the lower torso of a spider crept towards him, saliva dripping from it's foul smelling mouth. Dylan screamed in fear as the creature closed in on him, but was immediately silenced by the scorpions grip tightening around his ribs, giving off a loud cracking sound as Dylan felt several sharp pains suddenly flow through his body, indicating his bones were being broken. The spider-beast readied it's fangs and jammed its mouth on the side of his neck, like some kind of fantasy vampire. Before it could tear the flesh off of his neck, a massive round of gunfire filled the room and the spider-beast collapsed with a high-pitched shriek of pain. The scorpion-creature roared at the several S.W.A.T. Officers that had shot down it's friend in cold blood and threw Dylan to the ground, who was losing large amounts of blood from the massive spider-bite on his neck. His vision slowly became blurred and everything seemed to begin fading to black, but he remembered hearing the scorpion let out a shriek as it was gunned down and a man rushing over to pick him up, followed by his sisters screams...
About four days later, Dylan awoke in a hospital with two gnarly scars on the side of his neck were he was bitten. He glanced around the room, seeing all kinds of "get well soon" balloons, cards and flowers laid across his room. While he observed the various things laying around his room, he was trying to piece information together as to what had happened, before his aunt and sister ran into the hospital room, hugging him and smothering him with love. The doctor arrived and informed Dylan that his vitals were normal and he seemed to be perfectly alright aside from some minor and non-lethal venom they couldn't fully extract from his body. The doctor explained to him that the hospital staff experimented on the venom and found its only use was to make the person affected by it weak for a few days so the host could feed on him, but it should've dried up and been rendered useless by the time he left the hospital. That day, Dylan had an unexpected visitor from Mr. Gordon Greene, the head of Sector B, sent by the CEO of OSCORP to personally apologize for the accident. When asked about what happened to Dylan's parents, Greene explained that they had been missing for days. However, a trail of blood belonging to his father was found, so the forensics team assumed they had been killed in the outbreak.
Dylan, already shocked at having survived a massive mutant breakout and almost being eaten by a giant spider, was on the verge of tears when informed about his folks. He had successfully managed to keep his sister safe, but he couldn't save his parents. Dr. Greene said they didn't know what had killed them, but they killed all the test subjects to ensure another breakout didn't happen. In the days that followed, Dylan began to feel strange and nauseous, his body felt limp and he didn't know what was happening. Doctors checked him out time and time again, all claiming that nothing was wrong with the boy. When he finally left the hospital, Dylan felt... Changed.
During his hospitalization, Dylan's Aunt Alexandra had already moved into the apartment and taken care of his sister, Lucy. Dylan and Lucy were orphans now and his aunt and uncle took them in as their god children. Dylan was enrolled in Middle Town High-School and things were quite un-eventful for quite some time, but the death of his parents sill lingered in his mind. During a free-track when Dylan decided to go to the school gym and play dodgeball with a few of the kids he met, Dylan discovered his reflexes were amazing and his speed was enhanced. He also felt this strange feeling in the back of his skull, almost like a tingle, which he discovered told him when he was about to get hit by something, or something was about to happen to him that might not be good. After a dodge that forced him into a wall, he opened his eyes to see the students staring at him with disbelief. He thought he had maybe hurt himself seriously or something because he was seeing things as if he were laying sideways, but glanced to the floor and saw that he was not standing, but he laid down, crawling on the wall. He quickly dropped off the walls, panicked, while the boys claimed that what he was doing was awesome and they all wanted him to teach them how to hold onto a flat surface like that. Throughout that day, Dylan curiously tested out what else he could do and discovered he could climb up walls and ceilings and stick to any type of surface. He also discovered his agility, strength, speed and reflexes had been enhanced greatly, giving him almost super-human abilities.
Once he was home, Dylan pondered in secret as to how he would've acquired such powers. He realized that the spider-beast had most likely been exposed to some type of radiation to increase its development, but the experiment went wrong and the original spider specimen managed to take over it's host's body. Somehow, Dylan had not only survived the venom, which he granted the credit of giving him the powers, but he had also survived the gene-mutation that should've let the spider take control of his body.
Immediately, Dylan had the idea to exploit his powers for money and personal gain. He went all over New York in search of jobs. Dylan spent the next 2 years of his life working at pizza shops, athletic gyms, coffee shops, and even as a paper boy (all of which he was aided by his powers). At night, he donned a Black and Red wetsuit and fought against some of New York's best in the Thunder-Ring Wrestler's League under the alias of "The Spider". He was unbeatable and earned enough cash to get him into university for a degree in Photography. By this time, Dylan had been The Spider for around 5 months before he decided to hang up the suit. However, on the way home from his final fight, he saw a group of thugs pestering an attractive young woman. He went to go break it up, but got involved in a brawl. Thanks to his enhanced abilities, he won and subdued the criminals. The woman couldn't thank him enough and even gave him a kiss on the cheek for saving her. After the police showed up to survey the scene, Dylan was questioned and the truth of his identity came out. With a warning, he was let go on the promise he wouldn't go around doing anymore vigilante justice. However.. Something felt good about helping other people. It wasn't until an armed man entered Middle Town High School with an armed rifle, demanding all the men to leave the room while he gunned down the women, that Dylan decided to act. Before the man could even pull the trigger, The Spider was in the room and took him down. The cops once again showed up to the scene, but this time, Dylan was nowhere to be found. In his place, was a piece of paper with a note saying "You're welcome".
Rather then muck about with his powers like he had done before, Dylan decided to do something worthwhile with them, especially after new evidence in his parents murder case was discovered. As it turns out, they were killed by a test subject known as "L-64", who escaped the scene before it was captured. Until now, nobody had noticed it was missing, but the police were notified and a new investigation was launched. Dylan vowed a personal vengeance against the test subject and vowed he would find it with all his power. This, coupled with the stories of an increase in Super Heroes around the world, drove Dylan to a final decision: he was going to become a vigilante.
After tweaking and customizing his "The Spider" suit enough to fit a new style (he randomly chose "American Freedom"), Dylan began to work on a way to produce webs that wouldn't burn his skin whenever he fired them. Using an old tub of silly string as a base, Dylan synthesized a liquid that would produce webbing like he naturally could make. He placed these canisters inside of two devices codenamed "Web Shooters", which he wore on his wrists while out in his suit. With all the preparations done and a mission in his mind, he picked a name for himself.
From that day, Dylan Robertson became the masked vigilante known as "Spider-Man", determined to protect the city of New York from threats, and discover his parents true murderer (as long as he isn't late for dinner)
Powers and Abilities: Wall climbing, web slinging via web cartridges and web shooters, enhanced speed, agility, strength and eyesight. He also harnesses the "Spider-Sense" ability that allows him to detect whenever danger is near or something is wrong in his surroundings.
On top of being able to fire webs from his web shooters, his body can also produce natural webbing that is about 10X stronger then the artificial stuff, but he rarely uses it for two important reasons:
1. It requires him to squeeze down on his wrist with his other hand, applying pressure depending on how far he wants the webs to go. On top of the pressure, he needs to continuously press down in order to keep the webs coming.
2. The webs that are produced naturally come directly from an area in his wrists (like the way they were produced in the 1st Spider-Man movie) and as they are fired, they cause a massive burning and painful sensation in his wrist which usually drains him of energy.
He only uses his natural webs when needed (ex. Pinning down the Hulk so he can't lift his fist to squash the Spider, creating a temporary shield that will hold a falling building for an hour so he can try to get the passer's by away and try to rescue as many residents of the building as possible).
Supporting Cast (If Any): *THIS MAY BE UPDATED AS STORY PROGRESSES* Aunt Alexandra and Uncle Edward, Lucy Robertson (little sister).
Other: In a sheer act of Boredom, Dylan has invented his own theme song, which he has spread around the city thanks to his secret identity.
Spider-Man also may have some supporters across the city, but for the most part, people hate his guts. Even after he got a job taking photographs of Spider-Man for a newspaper called the Daily Bugle, he received more hard-on press coverage, calling Spidey a "menace to the city". Despite all the hate he gets, Dylan still finds reason (most of the time) to protect the people of New York and ensure their safety against super villains and criminals.
Speaking of Super Villains, Spidey has already got quite a rep and has managed to piss off some of the most dangerous psycho's known to New York. Thankfully, they're all behind bars at the Treskelion (for now..)
Dylan (as "Spider-Man) has a contact in the NYPD who provided him with a portable police radio. This contact is the Chief of the NYPD, Phil Atkinson. He maintains the illusion that he wants to capture Spider-Man, but he helps him out often whenever the boy needs it.
Sample Post (must be a minimum of 2 paragraphs with at least 2 lines of dialogue from your character):
"Now then, are we gonna cause 'nother issue or is we gon' cooperate now?" The armoured thug asked as he held the shotgun at the bank manager. "Whus the combination on da security system?" The terrified balding man shook with fear and began to cry. "T-The c-combination I-is... 3..8..5...6...4...2...9.." he cried out in between terrified gasps. "N-Now p-please... L-let us... G-g-go.."
The armoured thug looked at his associates, who nodded and let out a laugh. The thug pointed his shotgun into the air and fired a warning shot, which was followed by the screams of many terrified citizens who were held hostage during the bank robbery. "ALRIGHT!!" he yelled. "AIN'T NOBODY TRY SOMETHING FUNNY, OTHERWISE YOU'S ALL GON' DIE!! GOTS IT?!?" The horrified crowd of bankers, customers and children nodded silently as the echoes of the shotgun still rung in the hollowed ceiling. The thug motioned for one of his companions to enter the combination into the keypad and with many loud clicking sounds, the massive metallic door swung open and exposed the approximate $79,000,000,000 in cash that rest inside the bank. "We're rich, Scruff!!" one of the gangsters said with a cheer and a holler as she grabbed a gym bag they had brought, starting to fill it with money. A few others soon followed, while Scruff and three others stayed behind to watch the bank members and make sure none of them tried anything to stop them.
Suddenly, the joyous screams and cheers were cut off by angered yells and gunfire, which in turn were cut off by muffled yells and a few quiet "thwip" sounds. Scruff turned around and looked at the companions who had rushed into the vault, who were now strung up and muffled by what appeared to be webs. "THE SPIDER TWERP'S HERE!!" Scruff yelled, aiming his gun at the roof. "FIND 'IM AND KILL 'IM!!" the others nodded their heads as they went in search of the Web-Slinger.
Great.. Dylan thought as he looked down at the crime scene from the shadows of the roof. The 19 year old superhero shook his head in slight annoyance as he fired a web towards the thug directly below him and strung him up like the others, muffling him before he could scream. Alright, the big one has a shotgun... He's obviously the leader and by far the most dangerous person in this room.. Aside from me. He's scared, so I can use that to my advantage. I'll take out his buddies, then get to him. If watching all those news reports about Batman has taught me anything, its that darkness combined with good stealth skills, makes a powerful weapon against criminals.
Dylan nodded as he thought of his plan and slowly crept along the walls of the bank, moving closer to the next thug before he strung her up like her buddies. He continued this cycle, avoiding gunfire when somebody saw him or when Scruff fired his shotgun as a warning, but it was clear he did it because he was terrified. Finally, Scruff looked around and saw his friends had been abducted and immediately panicked. "SPIDER!!! COME OUT!!! I KNOW YA HIDIN SOMEWHERES, SO WHY DON'TS YOU COME AN' FIGHTS ME FACE TO FACE?!!?!"
"Well now, if I did something like that, then where's the fun for me?" Dylan replied, hanging upside down from a single strand of web before he fired another strand and ripped the gun out of the thug's hands. He landed on the floor and charged the thug, kicking his legs in a lightning quick motion that forced the thug to fall over onto the ground. As he lay on his back, Dylan didn't hesitate and began spraying Scruff with webbing. The thug struggled to free himself from the webs holding him down onto the ground, but to no avail. "SOMEBODY HELP
ME! THIS GUY'S NUTS!!" Scruff yelled as Dylan started to go around and check on the hostages. With a fake gasp of surprise, Dylan ran over to the criminal and began caressing his face. "Shhh, shhh. Don't cry baby.. Oh, here's your pacifier." Dylan whispered as he fired a web at the man's mouth, muffling his cries for help. "That takes care of that.."
Dylan looked towards the bank owner and nodded his head. "Well, I think that takes care of your problem then, sir. Go ahead and alert the authorities, the web's will hold these guys for about an hour." The bank manager slowly got up and walked towards Dylan, still shaking with fear from the events prior. He took the masked hero's hand and shook it vigorously, smiling. "Thank you Spider-Man... If it weren't for you, those ruffians would've gotten away and we all might have been dead right now."
Dylan shook his head and gave the man a pat on the back before he fired a web at the open window he had entered from. The man watched him before Dylan proudly chimed out "Think nothing of it, man. Just another good-deed from your friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man". Tipping an imaginary hat, he tugged on the web and launched himself out of the window. As he swung into the afternoon air, he heard a roar out applause coming from the building. With a sigh, he smiled contently under his mask. Another job well done, Spidey Dylan thought as he swung off into New York City, looking for more crimes to fight.
Character Alignment (Hero, Villain, or Walking the Line): Hero (but sometimes Walks the Line)
Origin/History of Your Character:
Born and raised in Toronto, young Dylan Robertson grew up with a mother, sister, uncle and aunt.... but no father. Dylan barely knew his father because he was so young, but he remembers that he was kind and generous to everybody, no matter what they did. His mother was a lawyer and his father worked at the world famous OSCORP building in Manhattan, so Dylan never got a chance to see him most of the time. When his father did come home from work, however, he brought home gifts and souvenirs from NYC to his family. When Dylan was just turning 17, his father received a major promotion from his boss, Dr. Gilbert Sullivan to a place called "Sector B". Sector B was a genetic mutations lab where experiments to create the perfect Government-controlled super soldier were being held. A few weeks after his father's promotion, Dylan's family took a vacation to see Tom at his new job and announce the family's plans to move to New York. The decision had been made Dylan's aunt and uncle, who owned a small apartment located in Queens. It was done primarily so that the kids could spend more time with their father, and everything was set to go... Then, the problems began.
Upon arriving at Sector B and meeting with his father, Dylan a brief tour took a turn for the worst. Alarms were blaring and a voice warned the inhabitants of Sector B of some kind of break out. Dylan's father rushed over to begin typing something at the control panel, but it was too late. Before his eyes, thousands of mutated test subjects bashed down the doors into the room and swarmed the area, killing anything and everything that stood in the way. Dylan as fast as he could and took hold of his little sister's hand to help her escape the chaos. When they got to a safe hiding spot, his sister screamed for their parents and began crying. She noticed that during the run, she had dropped her favourite Lena Lucy doll. The fear and panic of losing another thing she cared about so dearly caused her to beg Dylan to rescue the doll. Dylan saw his parents run to safety from under the table and breathed heavily. He promised he would get his sister the doll, before he slowly crept through the rubble of rampage and carnage that had just taken place. He held his breath as he crept past the dead and mutilated bodies of his father's co-workers and carefully glanced around, seeing two mutants still in the room, devouring a man who was still alive. Dylan crept quietly towards the doll which he could now clearly see and extended his hand slowly, feeling with his fingers for the foot the the doll and grabbed it successfully, letting out a small cheer.
The mutant's advanced hearing allowed them to hear his muffled cheer and whipped their heads around to see Dylan holding the doll. The first mutant, who resembled something of a giant scorpion, rushed at Dylan and smacked his head with it's tail, wrapping the spiked appendage around the boy as it held him upside down. The second mutant, a massive hairy 8 eyed man with the lower torso of a spider crept towards him, saliva dripping from it's foul smelling mouth. Dylan screamed in fear as the creature closed in on him, but was immediately silenced by the scorpions grip tightening around his ribs, giving off a loud cracking sound as Dylan felt several sharp pains suddenly flow through his body, indicating his bones were being broken. The spider-beast readied it's fangs and jammed its mouth on the side of his neck, like some kind of fantasy vampire. Before it could tear the flesh off of his neck, a massive round of gunfire filled the room and the spider-beast collapsed with a high-pitched shriek of pain. The scorpion-creature roared at the several S.W.A.T. Officers that had shot down it's friend in cold blood and threw Dylan to the ground, who was losing large amounts of blood from the massive spider-bite on his neck. His vision slowly became blurred and everything seemed to begin fading to black, but he remembered hearing the scorpion let out a shriek as it was gunned down and a man rushing over to pick him up, followed by his sisters screams...
About four days later, Dylan awoke in a hospital with two gnarly scars on the side of his neck were he was bitten. He glanced around the room, seeing all kinds of "get well soon" balloons, cards and flowers laid across his room. While he observed the various things laying around his room, he was trying to piece information together as to what had happened, before his aunt and sister ran into the hospital room, hugging him and smothering him with love. The doctor arrived and informed Dylan that his vitals were normal and he seemed to be perfectly alright aside from some minor and non-lethal venom they couldn't fully extract from his body. The doctor explained to him that the hospital staff experimented on the venom and found its only use was to make the person affected by it weak for a few days so the host could feed on him, but it should've dried up and been rendered useless by the time he left the hospital. That day, Dylan had an unexpected visitor from Mr. Gordon Greene, the head of Sector B, sent by the CEO of OSCORP to personally apologize for the accident. When asked about what happened to Dylan's parents, Greene explained that they had been missing for days. However, a trail of blood belonging to his father was found, so the forensics team assumed they had been killed in the outbreak.
Dylan, already shocked at having survived a massive mutant breakout and almost being eaten by a giant spider, was on the verge of tears when informed about his folks. He had successfully managed to keep his sister safe, but he couldn't save his parents. Dr. Greene said they didn't know what had killed them, but they killed all the test subjects to ensure another breakout didn't happen. In the days that followed, Dylan began to feel strange and nauseous, his body felt limp and he didn't know what was happening. Doctors checked him out time and time again, all claiming that nothing was wrong with the boy. When he finally left the hospital, Dylan felt... Changed.
During his hospitalization, Dylan's Aunt Alexandra had already moved into the apartment and taken care of his sister, Lucy. Dylan and Lucy were orphans now and his aunt and uncle took them in as their god children. Dylan was enrolled in Middle Town High-School and things were quite un-eventful for quite some time, but the death of his parents sill lingered in his mind. During a free-track when Dylan decided to go to the school gym and play dodgeball with a few of the kids he met, Dylan discovered his reflexes were amazing and his speed was enhanced. He also felt this strange feeling in the back of his skull, almost like a tingle, which he discovered told him when he was about to get hit by something, or something was about to happen to him that might not be good. After a dodge that forced him into a wall, he opened his eyes to see the students staring at him with disbelief. He thought he had maybe hurt himself seriously or something because he was seeing things as if he were laying sideways, but glanced to the floor and saw that he was not standing, but he laid down, crawling on the wall. He quickly dropped off the walls, panicked, while the boys claimed that what he was doing was awesome and they all wanted him to teach them how to hold onto a flat surface like that. Throughout that day, Dylan curiously tested out what else he could do and discovered he could climb up walls and ceilings and stick to any type of surface. He also discovered his agility, strength, speed and reflexes had been enhanced greatly, giving him almost super-human abilities.
Once he was home, Dylan pondered in secret as to how he would've acquired such powers. He realized that the spider-beast had most likely been exposed to some type of radiation to increase its development, but the experiment went wrong and the original spider specimen managed to take over it's host's body. Somehow, Dylan had not only survived the venom, which he granted the credit of giving him the powers, but he had also survived the gene-mutation that should've let the spider take control of his body.
Immediately, Dylan had the idea to exploit his powers for money and personal gain. He went all over New York in search of jobs. Dylan spent the next 2 years of his life working at pizza shops, athletic gyms, coffee shops, and even as a paper boy (all of which he was aided by his powers). At night, he donned a Black and Red wetsuit and fought against some of New York's best in the Thunder-Ring Wrestler's League under the alias of "The Spider". He was unbeatable and earned enough cash to get him into university for a degree in Photography. By this time, Dylan had been The Spider for around 5 months before he decided to hang up the suit. However, on the way home from his final fight, he saw a group of thugs pestering an attractive young woman. He went to go break it up, but got involved in a brawl. Thanks to his enhanced abilities, he won and subdued the criminals. The woman couldn't thank him enough and even gave him a kiss on the cheek for saving her. After the police showed up to survey the scene, Dylan was questioned and the truth of his identity came out. With a warning, he was let go on the promise he wouldn't go around doing anymore vigilante justice. However.. Something felt good about helping other people. It wasn't until an armed man entered Middle Town High School with an armed rifle, demanding all the men to leave the room while he gunned down the women, that Dylan decided to act. Before the man could even pull the trigger, The Spider was in the room and took him down. The cops once again showed up to the scene, but this time, Dylan was nowhere to be found. In his place, was a piece of paper with a note saying "You're welcome".
Rather then muck about with his powers like he had done before, Dylan decided to do something worthwhile with them, especially after new evidence in his parents murder case was discovered. As it turns out, they were killed by a test subject known as "L-64", who escaped the scene before it was captured. Until now, nobody had noticed it was missing, but the police were notified and a new investigation was launched. Dylan vowed a personal vengeance against the test subject and vowed he would find it with all his power. This, coupled with the stories of an increase in Super Heroes around the world, drove Dylan to a final decision: he was going to become a vigilante.
After tweaking and customizing his "The Spider" suit enough to fit a new style (he randomly chose "American Freedom"), Dylan began to work on a way to produce webs that wouldn't burn his skin whenever he fired them. Using an old tub of silly string as a base, Dylan synthesized a liquid that would produce webbing like he naturally could make. He placed these canisters inside of two devices codenamed "Web Shooters", which he wore on his wrists while out in his suit. With all the preparations done and a mission in his mind, he picked a name for himself.
From that day, Dylan Robertson became the masked vigilante known as "Spider-Man", determined to protect the city of New York from threats, and discover his parents true murderer (as long as he isn't late for dinner)
Powers and Abilities: Wall climbing, web slinging via web cartridges and web shooters, enhanced speed, agility, strength and eyesight. He also harnesses the "Spider-Sense" ability that allows him to detect whenever danger is near or something is wrong in his surroundings.
On top of being able to fire webs from his web shooters, his body can also produce natural webbing that is about 10X stronger then the artificial stuff, but he rarely uses it for two important reasons:
1. It requires him to squeeze down on his wrist with his other hand, applying pressure depending on how far he wants the webs to go. On top of the pressure, he needs to continuously press down in order to keep the webs coming.
2. The webs that are produced naturally come directly from an area in his wrists (like the way they were produced in the 1st Spider-Man movie) and as they are fired, they cause a massive burning and painful sensation in his wrist which usually drains him of energy.
He only uses his natural webs when needed (ex. Pinning down the Hulk so he can't lift his fist to squash the Spider, creating a temporary shield that will hold a falling building for an hour so he can try to get the passer's by away and try to rescue as many residents of the building as possible).
Supporting Cast (If Any): *THIS MAY BE UPDATED AS STORY PROGRESSES* Aunt Alexandra and Uncle Edward, Lucy Robertson (little sister).
Other: In a sheer act of Boredom, Dylan has invented his own theme song, which he has spread around the city thanks to his secret identity.
Spider-Man also may have some supporters across the city, but for the most part, people hate his guts. Even after he got a job taking photographs of Spider-Man for a newspaper called the Daily Bugle, he received more hard-on press coverage, calling Spidey a "menace to the city". Despite all the hate he gets, Dylan still finds reason (most of the time) to protect the people of New York and ensure their safety against super villains and criminals.
Speaking of Super Villains, Spidey has already got quite a rep and has managed to piss off some of the most dangerous psycho's known to New York. Thankfully, they're all behind bars at the Treskelion (for now..)
Dylan (as "Spider-Man) has a contact in the NYPD who provided him with a portable police radio. This contact is the Chief of the NYPD, Phil Atkinson. He maintains the illusion that he wants to capture Spider-Man, but he helps him out often whenever the boy needs it.
Sample Post (must be a minimum of 2 paragraphs with at least 2 lines of dialogue from your character):
"Now then, are we gonna cause 'nother issue or is we gon' cooperate now?" The armoured thug asked as he held the shotgun at the bank manager. "Whus the combination on da security system?" The terrified balding man shook with fear and began to cry. "T-The c-combination I-is... 3..8..5...6...4...2...9.." he cried out in between terrified gasps. "N-Now p-please... L-let us... G-g-go.."
The armoured thug looked at his associates, who nodded and let out a laugh. The thug pointed his shotgun into the air and fired a warning shot, which was followed by the screams of many terrified citizens who were held hostage during the bank robbery. "ALRIGHT!!" he yelled. "AIN'T NOBODY TRY SOMETHING FUNNY, OTHERWISE YOU'S ALL GON' DIE!! GOTS IT?!?" The horrified crowd of bankers, customers and children nodded silently as the echoes of the shotgun still rung in the hollowed ceiling. The thug motioned for one of his companions to enter the combination into the keypad and with many loud clicking sounds, the massive metallic door swung open and exposed the approximate $79,000,000,000 in cash that rest inside the bank. "We're rich, Scruff!!" one of the gangsters said with a cheer and a holler as she grabbed a gym bag they had brought, starting to fill it with money. A few others soon followed, while Scruff and three others stayed behind to watch the bank members and make sure none of them tried anything to stop them.
Suddenly, the joyous screams and cheers were cut off by angered yells and gunfire, which in turn were cut off by muffled yells and a few quiet "thwip" sounds. Scruff turned around and looked at the companions who had rushed into the vault, who were now strung up and muffled by what appeared to be webs. "THE SPIDER TWERP'S HERE!!" Scruff yelled, aiming his gun at the roof. "FIND 'IM AND KILL 'IM!!" the others nodded their heads as they went in search of the Web-Slinger.
Great.. Dylan thought as he looked down at the crime scene from the shadows of the roof. The 19 year old superhero shook his head in slight annoyance as he fired a web towards the thug directly below him and strung him up like the others, muffling him before he could scream. Alright, the big one has a shotgun... He's obviously the leader and by far the most dangerous person in this room.. Aside from me. He's scared, so I can use that to my advantage. I'll take out his buddies, then get to him. If watching all those news reports about Batman has taught me anything, its that darkness combined with good stealth skills, makes a powerful weapon against criminals.
Dylan nodded as he thought of his plan and slowly crept along the walls of the bank, moving closer to the next thug before he strung her up like her buddies. He continued this cycle, avoiding gunfire when somebody saw him or when Scruff fired his shotgun as a warning, but it was clear he did it because he was terrified. Finally, Scruff looked around and saw his friends had been abducted and immediately panicked. "SPIDER!!! COME OUT!!! I KNOW YA HIDIN SOMEWHERES, SO WHY DON'TS YOU COME AN' FIGHTS ME FACE TO FACE?!!?!"
"Well now, if I did something like that, then where's the fun for me?" Dylan replied, hanging upside down from a single strand of web before he fired another strand and ripped the gun out of the thug's hands. He landed on the floor and charged the thug, kicking his legs in a lightning quick motion that forced the thug to fall over onto the ground. As he lay on his back, Dylan didn't hesitate and began spraying Scruff with webbing. The thug struggled to free himself from the webs holding him down onto the ground, but to no avail. "SOMEBODY HELP
ME! THIS GUY'S NUTS!!" Scruff yelled as Dylan started to go around and check on the hostages. With a fake gasp of surprise, Dylan ran over to the criminal and began caressing his face. "Shhh, shhh. Don't cry baby.. Oh, here's your pacifier." Dylan whispered as he fired a web at the man's mouth, muffling his cries for help. "That takes care of that.."
Dylan looked towards the bank owner and nodded his head. "Well, I think that takes care of your problem then, sir. Go ahead and alert the authorities, the web's will hold these guys for about an hour." The bank manager slowly got up and walked towards Dylan, still shaking with fear from the events prior. He took the masked hero's hand and shook it vigorously, smiling. "Thank you Spider-Man... If it weren't for you, those ruffians would've gotten away and we all might have been dead right now."
Dylan shook his head and gave the man a pat on the back before he fired a web at the open window he had entered from. The man watched him before Dylan proudly chimed out "Think nothing of it, man. Just another good-deed from your friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man". Tipping an imaginary hat, he tugged on the web and launched himself out of the window. As he swung into the afternoon air, he heard a roar out applause coming from the building. With a sigh, he smiled contently under his mask. Another job well done, Spidey Dylan thought as he swung off into New York City, looking for more crimes to fight.
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