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Still here. Lord Wraith and I are doing a collab.

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@Simple Unicycle wau, your character really get some beatings, huh? Nice. Only gonna make it that much more satisfying when he retaliates. 👍

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Lanterns are just some of the most OP characters out there, even compared to somebody like Superman. Plenty of construct makers in the DCU to reimagine though: the Ray (hard light), Bunker (psionic bricks), Argent (silver energy), Hatchet (pink/red energy), Syren and the new Aqualad (water constructs), Terra and Geo-Force (rock constructs), etc.

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Yeah, originally the thing, Catwoman had stolen in the current storyline of my posts, was going to be a yellow Lantern ring. But then I found out about that rule. And now it's going to be something even better 😁

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Gotham, America:

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^{May 16th, 2019 - 22:01,
Gotham Clock Tower}

@Lord Wraith


Halfway through her evening snack, Oracle turned her head and almost chocked. “God dammit, Kate!” she yelled, a single piece of noodle escaping her mouth only to get stuck on one of the 8k touchscreen in front. “So, you sneak up on me for fun, or is it all predator instinct?”

From the shadows, and there were many this time a night, Batwoman stepped out. “Bit of both,” she answered. Her usual monotone way of talking had a hint of impatience after last night’s failure. All around, the machinery of the Clock Tower, the base of The Birds of Prey, lit up, moved, sprouted with life. But not her. Batwoman was like a silhouette of darkness, even with the red in her costume. “Besides…” she continued, “aren’t your expensive blocks of hardware supposed to warn you about such things?”
A few keystrokes later, the woman turned her chair to face Batwoman, standing there tall and in full uniform. “It warns me about threats, not allies who know the code and way in. Though in your case I’m seriously considering sticking a tracker on that thick skull of yours. Where were you?”

For the briefest of moments Batwoman saw her father staring down at her. Felt the weight of his betrayal. The horror of his plan. And in that fleeting flash of loneliness she almost admitted last night’s activities, to Oracle and to herself. Then the feeling passed and instead she merely replied: “Out.”

“Oh, yeah, that’s not cryptic at all!”

“I’m sure you didn’t leave 30 messages on my phone just so you could get a shoulder to cry on.”

“I’m not cry…” But Oracle calmed and removed all signs of frustration. Then proceeded to amend the flowing, orange hair on her head. The way she always did when joggling multiple thoughts at the same time.
Batwoman had no idea how this 26-year-old could manage both the team, the Tower, a day job and all the bullshit being thrown her way. Especially from me.
The word “handicapped” seriously needs a new definition.
“Look, we need you, okay? Huntress and Lady Blackhawk gave it their all last night. Yet all they managed to get where these.” Oracle enlarged a few images on the computer by the flick of her hand. Suddenly every surface in the room had a different projection of a catsuit-wearing woman. Like a 360 degree fashion show, and indeed the model did look fashionable. Each shot was in motion and seemed to originate from the same 2 surveillance cameras.

The characteristic little ears and whip combined with the skintight outfit left no question in Batwoman’s mind as to whom this was. “So, all they got were old images of Catwoman in her prime.” she mumbled sarcastic.

“These are less than 22 hours old.”

“Impressive. I hope I can still fit my costume when I’m Selina’s age. Or do you imagine we’re dealing with a copycat here?” Looking at the see-through inner workings of the Clock Tower, Batwoman added: “Pun intended.” She zoomed in on a helicopter flying by outside.
The layered filter behind each of the 4 clocks ensured total visibility to each side without the chance of being spotted. Like guardians The Birds of Prey watched, ready to fly by and strike down the creeps in the city.

“It’s more than just a copycat. Whoever this is, she’s fast. Like living-up-to-the-Catwoman-name-fast. Even Huntress couldn’t keep up.”

“Okay, what does it even matter, who took up the title of cat burglar in Gotham? We’re supposed to take on the threats that fists and badges can’t. Hunt the big game. What did this new Catwoman do, steal a few artifacts? Yeah, I heard the whisper and it’s low-level shit. Why should we care?”

“Because half of all crime organizations in Gotham do.” The words were left up in the air long enough for the weight of them to sink in, before Oracle continued: “Whatever this new cat stole, it’s making a lot of bad guys eager. They are putting all their chips on finding her and we need to know why. We can’t afford that some thug, looking to be the next king of crime, gets to her first. Whatever is gathering this much heat is going to change the streets of Gotham. Unfortunately, tracking her has proved problematic to say the least."

Stopping mere inches from a screen, Batwoman looked at the center of all this attention, now with more somber eyes. “Then we’ll start at the source.”

“… you mean?”

“Ol' Selina Kyle.”

Outside rain started pouring down unexpectedly and thunder assembled in strength, signifying the dreads this night would carry with it.

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Now, I'm off to Comic Con ... cause it's in Denmark!!!

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I'm working on a post. Hopefully I'll get it up this weekend.

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Ups, forgot that whole time stamp thing on my post. Will edit later.

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Batwoman

Player Name:
Unknown100

Primary Character:
Kate Kane

Secret Identity:
Batwoman

Status:
Solo (Being part of The Birds of Prey when she is not off doing her own thing)

Age:
30 years

City:
Gotham City

Day Job:
Unemployed war veteran living off her girlfriend, Renee Montoya

Powers:
None

Weaknesses:
- Regular human. A single bullet can kill her and she struggles when facing a metahuman.

Skills:
- Advanced hand-to-hand combat. Up there with the likes of Batman.
- Expert marksman
- Unconventionally keen mind for strategy both in and outside fights.
- Highly resistant to telepathy and mind control
- An expert in espionage

Appearance:

My Picture

In this version her long read hair is natural and not a wig.

BRIEF Bio:

I did try to make it brief

Kate had always been a fighter, and there was no question she would follow in her father’s footsteps and join the military, as soon as she came of age. Serving her country was the way to go. All the yelling and strict discipline made her feel right at home, yet she never lost her sense of humor. Life was good and hiding your sexuality wasn’t so bad, when your body was busy doing push-ups.

Then came war…

The first friend Kate ever lost was to a roadside bomb. In 1 second an inferno of fire changed everything, and the feeling of helplessness crept in. Lying with her friend’s blood smeared all over her, Kate realized she wasn’t enough. She had been too laid back. Resting on her talents instead of pushing her limits to the breaking point. She had hidden the fact that she was a lesbian, but no more.

The following years, wars and conflicts hardened Kate more than any man around her. Soon she yelled commands instead of taking them, as she charged into the heart of battle. She never kept track of her medals only her spare time. Vacations meant exploring distant martial arts and mastering new kinds of weaponry. A little incident with an officer, Renee Montoya, blossomed into a relationship. However, that’s also what opened Kate's eyes to the rotten core of Gotham City. Was this really the home she fought so hard to protect? The place her teammates kept dying for? Kate had been fighting on the wrong battlefield.

Only her father could possibly understand. She told him everything, and he told her the solution. He supplied her with weapons, gadgets and a suit that was years beyond any prototype the military was playing around with. And he demanded only one thing: She never questioned where he’d gotten it from.
After a few modifications, she donned the symbol of the Bat, as it already instilled fear in the hearts of criminals. But her brutality and means left her unsuitable for the Bat family. Batwoman simply came a bit too close to killing on multiple occasions. Plus a disagreement with the GCPD got a few SWAT office rushed to the hospital.

A few years later true tragedy struck in the city. One night the Joker entered Commissioner Gordon’s apartment. Shot his daughter, Barbara, and tormented him. Though the old man came out sane, Barbara would never walk again, which left her bitter beyond words. No longer could she dream of joining Batman's caped crusade. She secluded herself until one night a certain Batwoman came knocking. She showed her more efficient means were necessary when dealing with super criminals. Barbara had put her trust in the wrong place. They would need to relentlessly carve their way through crime for Gotham to be free. Fueled by hatred, Barbara became Oracle and alongside Batwoman they formed The Birds of Prey. With the crossbow-wielding Huntress and gun-wielding Lady Blackhawk they made sure not to shy away from using weapons. Lots and lots of weapons.
After all, bullets fly faster than batarangs…
Still, when pulling a trigger, killing sure became harder to avoid.

Story Arcs:

It’s not easy when it’s Green – Batwoman’s own father is running private military operations against gangsters, government, Kryptonians and whoever gets in his way. Recently he has acquired a heavy piece of Kryptonite and plan to weaponize and use it’s potential to make sure no one will stand in his way. (Solo)

Curiosity killed the cat – An alarming amount of top criminals are all chasing a new Catwoman. The cat burglar seem to have in her possession something that can level buildings and much, much more, and it’s up to Batwoman, the Birds of Prey, and whoever they can convince to help them, to get to Catwoman first. (Team-up)

Penguin Returns – Years of ridicule have resulted in people simply no taking the Penguin serious. Meaning everybody have let their guard down when dealing with him. 3 years after his disappearance he has returned to Gotham to do just one thing: kill Cops and display them, all with their hands and feet gnawed off. With the help of Deathstroke, Bronze Tiger and Lady Shiva he’s there to wage war, and what Gotham needs, to counter this, is a soldier and her team. (Team-up)

Supporting Characters:
- Birds of Prey: Oracle, Lady BlackHawk, Huntress
- Kate's girlfriend, officer Renee Montoya

Secondary Character:
Princess Diana of Themyscira, the Goddess of War

Additional Notes:
In many ways my character is a lost soul, and she has a tendency to drag other people down with her, like she's kinda done with Barbara. Keeping the girl from healing.
My character will have a bit of a reputation being a stubborn bitch, as well as having put all but two members of the Falcone Crime Family in body casts.

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Gotham, America:

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^{May 15th, 2019 - 2:00 AM,
60 yards beneath street level}

Everything had changed when Kryptonians entered the picture. Their childish heroics only hindered the sickening crime in Gotham. Cancer spread below the streets while they flew above. And only when the righteous threatened the lives of dirty politicians did these co-called Super-people land. They didn’t see that you can’t reason with cancer. Can’t lock it up. It doesn’t stop just because of a few punches. Cancer has to be eliminated by its source.
Or at least that was the sales pitch that had put a serious damper on the family reunion. Behind his stern look, the anticipation shinned through, as Jacob awaited Kate’s response.
Tonight, Kate had just been, well, Kate; the daughter that had so eagerly followed in her father’s footsteps and joined the military. When she quit and joined the war on crime, he supported it without a second’s hesitation. Even provided a suit worthy of her skills. One she later modified in the spirit of the Bat.

“You’re gonna take them all on at the same time?” she asked, standing in her Batwoman suit. The fingers holding her mask started getting a life of their own. Twitching ever so slightly.

“They will take me on when I announce myself. Their dogmatic narrow viewpoints won’t allow for anything else. So, I’ll strike first and with this.” Jacob padded the Kryptonite arsenal at his disposal. “They are all dead anyway. Once the real danger comes around all those meta-humans and otherworldly beings are going to drop from the sky. You know this.”

Kate lowered her gaze and took a long look at her mask, realizing yet another reason to wear it. “I do,” she nodded. “The people in the sky aren’t enough.” After an uncharacteristic long hesitation, she put on the face of Batwoman once again. “So I’ll be there too.”

The disappointment was clear on Jacob’s otherwise emotionless face. “Stop hiding behind that thing. Bring back my daughter.”

“This is your daughter now.” Batwoman raised her fists, as did her father. For a moment they were twisted images of each other. Same stance, same firm look. Not even a blink.
Meanwhile not a single of Jacob's mercenaries intervened or even reached for their gun.
The first to strike was Batwoman, firing a left hook at his defending arm and following up with a knee-strike that removed all sense of balance in her opponent.
Jacob stumbled back before getting back his footing and returning to the stance he taught her years ago. “You hesitate to strike down your opponent. I taught you better than that.”

“You got nothing left to teach, father. I succeeded you years ago.”

“Yet, you don’t go for the kill. Merely stand there while your opponent has time to gather himself.” Jacob jumped and came down with all his weight in that one punch.
Batwoman felt its numbing pain against her forearm and moved out of reach of the following combos. A whole series of stable hooks and kicks that kept her on her toes. She blocked a haymaker and delivered two side kicks to her father’s ribs he was sure to feel, before she hit and missed with a hook of her own. While dodging another attack she was surprised how sore her arms felt, how heavy her shoulders, and how deep her breaths had gotten. Already tired, she was like a grunt girl back at military school.
Suddenly her father could take his time retaliating. And retaliate he did: Sent a neckchop and two outstretched palms to either side of her head, removing all sense of hearing for a few seconds, leaving nothing but an unbearable high-pitched ringing.
In a last-ditch effort, Batwoman deliberately dropped her parade and took a jab to the jaw, in order to then grab a hold of that arm subsequently and reel him in. She got in real close, both hands around his wrists. A headbutt should still hurt him more than her anyway. “What did you do to me?” she scorned, using every inch of frustration she had built up from losing.

“Nothing. It’s the suit.”

She grinned her teeth. Anger as much as exhausting. “You… s-sabotaged it?”

At this point it didn’t take much for the man to break loose and bring her down with a well-timed throat-punch. Before she knew it, he tightened his arm around her neck. “Listened to me,” he whispered to the still struggling Batwoman. “It’s important to me that you understand. When I gave you that suit, I didn’t intentionally compromise it in any way. I gave you the very best my people could deliver. A gift from father to daughter. But even the strongest walls have a crack, and I only found this weak spot months later. It’s the liquid shock absorption between the layers of titanium fabric. At the right frequency it hardens, becomes stiff. It restricts your movement, makes you exhaust your great stamina. A regular soldier wouldn’t even be standing at this point.” Jacob reached down and showed the small device that produced the ultrasonic sound.

“Go to hell!” Batwoman felt his warm breath on the back of her head and somehow knew he nodded in approval.

“Even when you oppose me, I could never be prouder. You’re everything a father could want, Kate. It should be you leading my men to a clean tomorrow.”

“… little hard with a malfunctioning suit…, Jacob.”

The fact that she had stopped referring to him as father clearly didn’t go unnoticed, yet he merely answered: “It’s not permanent, or we would have discovered the bug much earlier. That being said, should you oppose us when we resurface, I won’t hesitate to use it again. Turn your second-best weapon into lead and take out my frustration on those at your side: Barbara, Helena, Natalie. Unlike you they seem so soft once they’re in the comfort of their home. I’ll see you around, kid.”

“You better hope you do. Cause if you don’t, your little plan about dropping senators and Supers from the sky, is gonna have an abrupt end.”

All but Jacob had already left.
And as he released her, she didn’t turn around. Merely sat there, gathering her strength.
On every level she gathered it…

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Please, you guys, take it up with the GM. I hope this was the end. But just in case someone was still planning on adding to the pile:

I do believe the hate on AngelofOctober has gone a bit too far (or maybe just lasted too long), regardless of his arguments and CS. Be respectful everyone, please.