Supermaxx

Sensation & Wonder: An Absolute Comics Roleplay [DC & Marvel One Universe Style Game]

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@John Table

The future is now, old man

Sensation & Wonder: An Absolute Comics Roleplay [DC & Marvel One Universe Style Game]

The Boy of Tomorrow

S U P E R B O Y
S U P E R B O Y

^{"Truth and justice-- my way."}

C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ Subject 13-B04 _________________________________________________________ Human/Kryptonian Hybrid Clone | A Frickin' Superhero | _________________________________________________________ Metropolis | Delaware | United States C H A R A C T E R N O T E S C H A R A C T E R N O T E S _________________________________________________________ [+] - M I S C E L L A N E O U S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► To be filled when the time comes - P O S T C A T A L O G P O S T C A T A L O G _________________________________________________________ [+] - P O S T C A T A L O G ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ -

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T ________________________________________________________________________________________ Superboy was born in a glass womb with a syringe and petri dish for parents. He was the firstborn son of CADMUS International, a rapidly rising conglomerate that got its start as a biopharmaceutical company at the cutting edge of genetic engineering and genome editing. The ambitions of their founder, Dr. Paul Westfield, stretched far further than medicine, however. He was engrossed with the metahuman phenomena and Superman in-particular, pouring his heart and soul into unlocking the alien's genetic potential. That obsession bore fruit and it would come to be called Superboy. His 'birth' radically altered the company's direction. They hired teams of PR consultants, marketing experts and social media gurus to design the Superboy's persona from the ground up. His appearance, personality and very being were all shaped for one, specific mission: to sell the public- and national governments- on homegrown superheroes. Four months later, Superboy is a household name. He has one of the largest social media followings of any public superhero. He's appeared on late night TV, national news, and even a certain comedian and DMT enthusiast's podcast. They've got him on soda ads, pajamas and charity campaigns. A drone-based film crew ensures all of his heroics are publicized, from the planned events to the spontaneous battles with low-grade villains. CADMUS even got him into the freakin’ Avengers! Rumor has it there's a documentary series in the works that'll reveal the real, grungy underbelly of what its like to be a superhero-- on CADMUS's exclusive streaming service, of course. For all the power, fame and wealth at his fingertips, Superboy couldn't be more dissatisfied. He's no idiot- he knows he's a product from a test tube meant to push an agenda. CADMUS has him shaking hands and signing autographs when he oughta be helping people- Superman doesn't do media tours. They might call him family, might show him their twisted version of appreciation, but he doesn't have parents. Can't have real relationships. He yearns for...something more. P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) ________________________________________________________________________________________ Superboy was my old ID on the Guild for a reason: I absolutely adore this character. As a real young kid Superman was always my favorite superhero, and he was strangely both something to aspire toward and yet too perfect to ever attain. Then along came Superboy, the living representation of that idea- and I was hooked. This iteration of the character is my modernized take on the character, shifting him to be the closest real world analogue we have to the superhero: influencers and celebrities. It’s a take on the genre we’ve seen before- The Boys is an obvious inspiration- but not in these One Universe games. I’m hoping to tackle some big capital-T-themes this time around: all the expected SciFi trappings on artificially created lifeforms, corporate power and influencer culture. Give it a spicing of coming-of-age teen drama and you’ve got yourself a decently meaty story. Don’t let any of that distract you from the hitting things and all the shitty one-liners. My biggest hope is that somebody comes along and applied for the the big, blue Boy Scout, but I made sure the concept could stand on its own two legs without Superman as a player character- all it really demands is that he exists and is somewhat notable as a figure. I’m eternally down as fuck for an eventual forming of the Teen Titans or some other group of young fuckups as that’s the environment the character thrives in the most, but I’ll be more than happy with the occasional team up. For this beginning stretch of the game Superboy is undoubtedly a ROAMING character, but I’ll be running through a Cadmus plot in his solo stints to develop him as a character and there’s a very good chance that could balloon into a full blown plot, turning him into a DRIVING character for at least one arc. T H E A D V E N T U R E S O F S U P E R B O Y ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ I S S U E # 0 1 PULL MY STRINGS <Snipped quote>

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@Cybermaxx

Minor change: I made Superboy an Avenger babeee

Sensation & Wonder: An Absolute Comics Roleplay [DC & Marvel One Universe Style Game]

I wonder how President Superman and Captain America would meet. Since Steve Rogers grew up in 1930s and 40s America, it's quite the eye opener

@Ever Faithful

Can't believe nobody's applied for racist Cap in one of these games yet. Get on it, people

Sensation & Wonder: An Absolute Comics Roleplay [DC & Marvel One Universe Style Game]

bye dad :(

Sensation & Wonder: An Absolute Comics Roleplay [DC & Marvel One Universe Style Game]

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I love the honesty. Anyone else catch your eye?

@Sep

was i supposed to read other sheets??

Sensation & Wonder: An Absolute Comics Roleplay [DC & Marvel One Universe Style Game]

MORE DISCUSSION: What character interpretation are you most excited to see?

@Sep

mine.

Sensation & Wonder: An Absolute Comics Roleplay [DC & Marvel One Universe Style Game]

Well shit, the gang’s all here.

Sensation & Wonder: An Absolute Comics Roleplay [DC & Marvel One Universe Style Game]

camic bok

Rogue Continuum: The Singularity Crisis (A DC and Marvel RP)

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Steve took a reluctant step toward the floating liquid silver. It didn't look like something he should touch, let alone walk into. First time didn't kill him, though, so why should the second? His stomach churned, and he was back at Camp Lehigh, stepping off a C-47. Man was not meant to fly. Inhale, exhale. Don't hold your breath or you'll lose it. Striding forward, he shut his eyes, and let the silver whisk him away across time and space. Just like the red fella said: Once more unto the breach.

Then his boot hit concrete. An alarm droned overhead with eerie familiarity. Fast as he could blink the shield slipped from across his back and the pistol leapt from its holster on his hip. After so many years, checking their surroundings for danger was less of a deliberate choice and more of a natural function of his body. There was an eerie familiarity to their surroundings: hard angles, reinforced concrete and not a window in sight. It was a bunker on the Atlantic Wall blown up by a hundred factors. It was a HYDRA research facility built into the Swiss Alps. Places like this were designed for bloodshed rather than human habitation. The architecture itself was wrong. Hostile.

"I'm assuming by predator you don't just mean a lion or, I don't know, a big crocodile."

The kid wanted to lead the way. Rogers felt something seize in his chest. It was pretty obvious he wasn't your average ankle-biter, what with the flying and supernatural senses, but it wasn't a logic thing. It was a visceral, gut reaction to seeing a child thrust in this position. Rogers took in a gulp, like physically swallowing would somehow help him cope with the cognitive dissonance of it all. This wasn't home. Things were different here, and he'd have to accept that.

Continuing on in formation they arrived at a heavily reinforced door blocking their way to 'SECURITY.' That was promising. He was readying himself to try to pry it open when the Martian stepped forward and kept stepping even as she hit solid steel. It was hard to contain his surprise. There was no containing his jump when the whole damned door came tearing outta its frame like it was made of notebook paper. "Would it kill you for a warning next time?"

Going through that door was like stepping onto the set of a Twilight Zone episode, or a panel in a Flash Gordon comic strip. There was a massive bank of two dozen screens stretching from wall to wall along one side. They were far more advanced than anything he'd encountered back on earth, even the bleeding edge tech of 1960. He gave a whistle of astonishment. Fascinating as this all was, a question itched at the back of his mind: if this really is a lockdown then why is the security station unmanned? Maybe they knew Rogers and his people were coming this way and made a quick escape, but that felt a weak explanation. This would be a hardpoint in the facility's defenses with few exceptions. And there was the matter of the monitoring feeds in front of him as well: as far as they showed this entire place was devoid of anything or anyone, save for the five of them. Something else was going on.

He leaned his shield against the lone console and holstered his pistol.

'Why's future tech gotta have no buttons,' he wondered to himself, staring like a slack-jawed moron at the buttonless slab in front of him. Anyone from a timeline closer to this one was busying themselves with other work: namely, Flash and Martian were off scouring the rest of the facility, leaving the cowboy, the weird boy and him alone to sleuth. Detective novels were never his thing. He'd always been more of a superheroes and Sci-Fi guy. This was way outside his comfort zone.

But if Flash Gordon taught him anything...

Steve Rogers cleared his throat, "Computer," he began in a commanding voice, "Access camera feeds."

Nothing happened. Did it require a specific input before coming on? That was a common enough trope. "Uh, this is...Jim Harper, computer."

Still nothing. A rush of embarrassment hit him, as he hadn't the foggiest idea what in the hell he was doing. Moving on quick as he could, he examined the podium more closely. It turned out to be some kind of...keyless keyboard, with the shapes of buttons drawn on the surface- another piece that looked like a movie prop. May as well give it a go, though.

He placed a finger against the surface and lo and behold it actually worked. One of the monitors switched its feeds! Excited by the discovery, he began pressing the other buttons in consecutive order, soon discovering that the grid on the keyless keyboard matched the grid of screens, and each screen could be rotated through a set number of camera feeds. An ingenious piece of technology, really- and the security cameras in this timeline looked better than a feature film in his.

There were more empty hallways, the interiors of offices nobody had bothered to clean up after a shift, a break room with an untouched pot of coffee on the counter. Then another shifted, and Rogers saw an exterior camera for the first time. The background was dominated by a mountain and what looked like desert or arid grassland, and there was a tunnel dug into the side- the entrance to this very facility, he guessed. And there were people around. Dozens of emergency and military vehicles surrounding barricades erected around the tunnel entrance, soldiers set up in defensive positions, and all sorts of scientists and business-types milling around.

"I feel like I've seen this place before." He wondered aloud, digging through decades of memories. A photograph he'd pulled out of a file cabinet. He'd broken into an Air Force colonel's office to gather intel for the resistance. It was a joint project with HYDRA to build complexes in the heart of mountains across the States to protect from nuclear attack- the Nazis were paranoid the Japanese would nuke them all to hell and take the whole world with them. Was this...Bare Mountain? No, that was New England. This was the Cheyenne Mountain Complex in Colorado! Construction wasn't even underway back on his world, but they'd picked the spot, and he'd seen nearly that exact patch of land in a photograph from...God, how long had it been? Time on that prison planet was hard to track.

Still mulling over that revelation he kept moving through the different camera feeds, worried more and more by what he was seeing. There was a meeting room with all the chairs and the table stacked against a heavily reinforced door that looked like it'd been bent near to the point of snapping from its hinges. Many of the feeds were cut off, like the cameras they were coming from were just gone. And there were finally signs of violence. Small, dark stains from what could only be blood on a carpet. A human hand print pressed against a wall, staining it crimson.

Then there was the cafeteria.

"Good God..."

The cafeteria was drowned in a sea of red. It was smeared across tables, on the counters, the floor and the walls, like somebody had taken hundreds of cans of paint and dumped them from the ceiling. Trails of the stuff led off in every direction: maybe they were from bodies being dragged or the wounded trying to flee, it was impossible to tell. Sickening as the scene was, there was also a profound strangeness to it. Where were all the bodies? This much blood would've came from...God, he couldn't possibly tell how many people. But there wasn't a single corpse left behind. No viscera, either. It was literally just a sea of blood.

"Hey! You need to see this." He barked back over his shoulder at Hex and Six. "There's something out there and its killed everybody in here, we got to- Lord, and those two went out on their own! Damn it all." His chest felt like it was being pulled apart at the seams. Have to breathe, recenter. His people needed him. Some truly wicked thing had descended upon this place and they'd come stumbling right into the center of it. "We need to find some way to warn 'em what's coming their way before its too late."

Sensation & Wonder: An Absolute Comics Roleplay [DC & Marvel One Universe Style Game]

Dominic Toretto

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

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C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:

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^{"Our heritage and ideals, our code and standards -- the things we live by and teach our children -- are preserved or diminished by how freely we exchange ideas and feelings." - Walt Disney}

Charles Francis Xavier is one of the world's foremost experts on metabiology and metasociology, with a particular concentration on human mutancy. Xavier has dedicated his life to the pursuit of mutant rights in the United States, and indeed, the world abroad. After decades of effort, Xavier's dream of human and mutant harmony seems to finally be coming to fruition.

What started as a school for troubled mutant youths, running out of Charles' ancestral family home - Xavier's School For Gifted Youngsters - has evolved into a sprawling campus dedicated to the betterment of mutants worldwide -- The Xavier Institute. Through the Institute, Xavier and his team are able to personally feed, house, and educate over a thousand mutants in the surrounding Lehnsherr Village, and provide support for those mutants that choose to live elsewhere.

Since the early days of the school, Xavier has operated the X-Men, an all-volunteer team of the best and brightest mutants Xavier had ever encountered. Starting as a clandestine effort to shield persecuted mutants, The X-Men have evolved into a full-blown super-team, battling alongside the Justice League and Avengers. Now organized into a dozen sub-squads, many of which have chosen to take their own names (X-Factor, X-Force, etc.), the X-Men are one of the world's most recognizable names in superheroics.

It is this popularity that has allowed Xavier to expand his efforts. With help from the business acumen of fellow mutant and original X-Man Warren Worthington III, The Xavier Institute have launched lines of X-Men merchandise, including action figures, apparel, and graphic novels, all created by mutants, for mutants. The additional funding allows the Institute to grow each year, accepting more mutants and bolstering activism initiatives.

With this level of reach, Xavier's dreams have only grown. He imagines a world where the Xavier Institute can help not only mutants, but metahumanity as a whole -- much to Lehnsherr's chagrin. To this end, The Xaiver Institute maintains mutant liaisons within the Justice League, the UN, and even the Avengers -- though this leaves the Institute in a precarious position with regards to the US Government's meta registration initiatives.

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In terms of my motivations for this character, I'm interested in working with lots of people, and I think the set-up of a very far-along X-Men will help me to do just that. I don't have much experience with comic X-Men (most of my knowledge comes from the movies and cartoons), but I know they have an incredibly vast history and cast to work with. Given the extremely collaborative nature of this game, it seems like an unprecedented opportunity to really dive in the the X-Men. And, this way, rather than just one having all the X-Fun, the whole community can dive in!

The heart of the conflict here is the fundamental disagreement between Xavier and Lehnsherr. The details need not be exactly as described above; all I'm really looking for is classic X-Men stuff. At the end of the day, these men want the same thing, but disagree on the most ethical way to get there. I think in this instance I'd like to see an Erik Lehnsherr that starts from a more moderate position, but grows more extreme over time; but the Magneto is your oyster.

Overall I'd like to de-emphasize mutant persecution and oppression from exterior human forces. I'm much more interested in the interior of the mutant community, and the disagreements within it. Do all mutants think the existence of the X-Men is a good thing? How do they feel about the Institute's monetization of their team, their history, and their culture, even if that money is reinvested into mutant interests? Where is the line between meta and mutant?

As big as those themes are, I'd still love to tackle them in a very comic book way -- with super folks in silly outfits beating the absolute tar out of each other. I'm open to all kinds of stories for the X-Men, and in fact, I'd like to see as many supporting characters as possible! With the exception of Magneto, I think the idea overall is to have many supporting characters from many different writers, even if each can only stick around for a short arc or even a tiny handful of posts.

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Working with me, you should know that I'm a planner, not a pantser. There's always room for improvisation, but it'd be mighty appreciated if we could talk on Discord or something and try to think ahead.

My ideal for writing partners is someone who'd be willing to work collaboratively in Google Docs with me rather than following traditional post-respond-post collaboration methods. I find it encourages communication and can make these stories feel a lot more cohesive and seamless, but I'm willing to pursue whatever way of collaboration you're most comfortable with.

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 arcs and stories.

@DocTachyon

Oh, oh yeah.