Polaris North

Spider-Verse: Dark Destiny

Nah, it's perfect. It's cool that you left things vague. You probably plan on expounding on it more in the IC. I feel like Samantha and Otto would get along well. They're both more on the vigilante/anti-hero side of heroism. It adds an interesting dynamic to the group.

I'll be finishing up my CS's and the OOC after work today.

@King Kindred

Yessir. And yeah! I think so too. If anything, they could have worked with each other before the group got together. Maybe dealing with seedier groups and making sure they don't walk away or smth like that.

Interestingly! Sam was still an active villain when Caty, Danny and Bob first got bitten. I'm not sure if they would have ever crossed paths since Sam dealt mostly in more covert operations but they probably have heard of the group she did work with.

Spider-Verse: Dark Destiny

Hi, hi! Here we go. I tried going for a villain-turned-vigilante who retained her lack of morals to maybe give some conflict especially since she's on the older end of the characters. I'm not sure if I went too overboard with the backstory or if I need to expound on it more.

Sam Blythe | Araltus

All right, let’s take it from the top, one more time…

What’s your name?
Samantha Blythe. Or Sam... or Sammy. I don't care either way. The other "me" is called Araltus.

How old are you?
Fresh into 24... yay.

What do you look like?

Looks

Costume

What's your story? What was it like before and after becoming a Spider-Totem?
Let's see here... I don't think there was anything particularly alarming or interesting during my childhood days. I mean, I was your typical kid. I got into a couple of fights, a bit of roughhousing, and might have gotten on the other side of the law every now and then but that's just typical kid stuff, right? Typical delinquent kid stuff, I guess. I'm not saying my parents were particularly abusive, just... absent if you will. They bailed me out when it counted, and went to PT meetings at school when they could but when we got home, they just shrugged it off as me acting out a bit, gave me a few stern words, and maybe a day or two of doing all the chores in the house, then let me go about my life again.

I was a teenager leading a relatively normal life. I was, up until I had gotten involved with one Mikhail Moronov. Now let me tell you this guy was no joke. I met him through one of my part-time jobs as an assistant in an underground fighting ring and he noticed that I had a particular skill set he wanted to cultivate. Something about lacking the fear of consequences or... well, actually just lacking fear overall. He offered me a job I could not refuse. Literally. Like, if I refused, I don't think I would still be here. Anyway, Moronov put me into training which constituted having to learn... various questionable things. I think my parents believe me to have died which is probably Moronov's doing.

Now, you might be asking me, what kind of work did Mikhail Mornov put me on? I think it's best for both of us that you don't know.

Either way, that all came to a close shortly after I was bitten by this weird, anomalous spider. Our little base of operations was raided by one of the rival groups and I had personally seen Mikhail Moronov killed. I was freed from my contract with this devil of a man and I escaped the base as quickly as possible. However, the only thing I wished that could have been different was that I hadn't stayed to watch my former boss die as this had caused me to be too late to save a partner of mine— Gabriel.

Secret life aside, I had since moved on to take on a job as a freelance writer. However, these new powers were... interesting and I always had an itch to do something more physical. And so, I became a vigilante. We're going on a solid four years now.

I wasn't exactly planning to be all that present. After all, there were already a couple of Spider-Folk swinging around and saving the day. But, some big asshole that we all know came knocking at one of my favorite hole-in-the-wall ramen shops... or well, more accurately, one of his lackeys. See, Kingpin needed space for his brand-new operation and he was going to buy or kill anyone who didn't want to hand over their land. Well, I couldn't stand by and let that happen to my favorite food shop, right? So... yeah, I killed a couple of lackeys and Kingpin has had a dart on the picture of my mask ever since. But hey, I was more than happy to be a pain in the ass for him and we've been on each other's throats since. He has roots and informants everywhere you look. Too bad Fisk is looking for a ghost who barely has a legal document to her name, yeah?

Psh, reminds me of the asshole he sicked after my ass. Electro. I almost felt my heart stop, literally, when I had first fought him because, yeah, getting thousands of volts of electricity into you was not healthy. But electricity isn't all that's cracked up to be and a bit of water and a bit of rubber was all it took to fully short-circuit him. I wanted to knock his head into a nearby wall but police were already swarming around him. Lucky man.

Partnered up with Arachnid a year or something back to take down Fisk— apparently, he had kidnapped and killed Otto's girlfriend to taunt him or break him. But that just ended up making a worse version of the guy. But hey, if there's anything I can thank Fisk for, it's somehow being the butterfly effect reason for me getting my cool webshooters so thanks Fisk and go fuck yourself.

Powers and Tech
Araltus: I observed super strength, an increase in agility, speed and durability, regeneration, and being able to stick to walls ever since I had been bitten by that spider. I also obtained this so called "spider senses" that allowed me to percieve if there is any danger around me.

Shade: Now as to why I was called Shade was due to this ability I have where I can essentially "enter" a shadow and traverse through it undetected. We call it shadow walking, one of the gifts that had been bestowed by making a deal with the devil known as Mikhail Moronov.

Equipment: Mainly, I use two shock batons modified to be able to produce higher voltages than normal to be able to help take down more powerful enemies. But I'm no stranger to using sharper weaponry or guns if need be. Alas, I don't have access to Moronov's personal armory anymore. I also have two grappling hooks that act as my own "webs" but, unfortunately, are limited in both length and the fact that I can't leave them behind and have to wait for it to reel in to use it again. The technology used in this grappling hook wherein there's no physical evidence left to wherever it sticks to is apparently alien in nature but I'm not sure what from.

Otto gave me my own webshooters that use the same web-fluid that he made. I usually swing by the lab after a couple of runs to get some web-fluid or have him look at it for repairs. I still have my grappling hooks just in case I lose web-fluid on the field.

Do you believe in aliens?
Yeah. What? Did you think we made these stuff? 'Course not!

What are your goals for the future?
Earn more, and get some more positive reviews as a freelance writer so I can get more jobs. Maybe I can get better pay too. Ha! Maybe I can also start writing original books to get published.

You lived in New York for a while now, right? What do you think of the city?
It's crowded and noisy but it's home.

How much technology do you use on a daily basis?
Not as much as I had before, that's for sure, but when aren't we using some form of technology?

What do you like?
I like writing a lot. From what I can remember, my parents always told me I was creative.
I did like training and I still regularly go to the gym or fighting rings, but I have to hold back nowadays and it's a bit of a shame.
Thanks to Moronov, I've become quite good at most types of conventional weaponry and martial arts. I still sometimes go to shooting ranges to see if I still got it. I do.
I've come to start keeping little plants around my small apartment.
I like smoking, or rather it's a bad habit I've picked up. Wonderful, isn't it?

What do you dislike?
I suppose I heavily dislike having to work under people. I finally got out of the deal with the devil and I won't easily go back.
I hate staying idle for too long. Maybe it just got drilled into me.
I don't want to lose anyone close to me ever again— so I try to keep people at arm's length.
I hate being known. I prefer being able to work and help from the dark instead of having my mask blown on newspapers. No one listens to the boundaries of vigilantes, unfortunately.
I know the people who had ended my group and they know I am alive. I doubt they have given up on making sure the Court has been completely wiped but they've kept quiet so far. I expect the day they decide it's time to go after me.

Do you think true evil exists?
No. Not really. Unless there's an actual avatar of evil out there. There probably is honestly.

What’s your favorite color?
A midnight blue. 0076a3

Favorite song?
"Villain" by Stella Jang

Anything else to add?
In the years I've worked under Moronov, I've been to many places around the world. But maybe you don't want to know what I've been doing out there.
I was born without the ability to feel fear.
The group I was involved in was called The Crimson Court but our identities during that time were also changed. We both existed and did not exist during this time.

What are your thoughts on these people?
Bernard Blythe - My father. I don't remember much about him aside from the fact that he likes coffee and newspapers. I haven't checked in on him ever since my release.

Laura Blythe - My mother. She was much kinder but still overall absent. She's taught me how to be polite and what to touch and not touch, do or not do, because, without the ability of fear, I was an unruly child. I haven't checked in on her ever since my release.

Mikhail Moronov - My mentor, my boss, and the man who reformed my life. I am... unsure of what exactly he is— we called him a devil, but he called himself human. I both despised and admired him but he made sure that we were well-compensated and overall comfortable so long as we did our job. When he died, I did grieve him for an extremely short amount of time.

Gabriel De Luna - My partner in crime, brother in arms. Smoke, his codename was. He and I were closer than most of the other members of the Court. Unfortunately, he would not escape the slaughter of the Court.

Caty Davis | Spider-Woman - Despite our... past encounter, we can work together pretty decently nowadays. She's gotten a hold on her temper since our last encounter so it's fun to watch her and the other kids grow.

Otto Octavius | Arachnid - Mister Genius himself! He supplies me with my webshooters and some extra equipment when need be. Now he's the guy I usually team up with because he has some personal business to settle with Fisk. I feel like I should watch over him carefully. I don't care if he goes around killing like I do, it's just that he has to make sure his vengeance doesn't blind him enough to not see a bullet to his head.

Other Spider-Folk - It's like the Crimson Court but like... on the other side of the spectrum of masked, mysterious supers. But at least no one's keeping anyone in check. THat's what makes it a little fun, eh?

Spider-Verse: Dark Destiny

Good day! Are you still looking for new players? Because I would like to throw my interest into this!

Magus Reaver: Scions of Sorcery

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The belua gave a hearty chuckle and waved her hand. "I think it would be a decent sparring match but..." She gave her a shrug. Not everyone was always up for a physical fight— Shavis had learned that from her time at the Association where most of the mages would rather pore through books than do practical lessons.

She quieted down once the conversation turned serious once more. So, Irma did have a few enemies here and there. Irma seemed to have noble intentions as she intended to directly do something about the corruption within the nobility. Shavis wasn't very familiar with Flugell or its politics. She had only ever been in Great Ithaca Forest and Morgenröte. Even then, Shavis wasn't all too familiar with the political atmosphere of those places either.

Based on how those assassins were well-armed and well-trained, it seemed to be a dangerous place where pieces were moved around using money.

It wasn't long after that when Nathaniel and Einer returned with their friend healed up and ready to go again. Shavis gave the bard a small gesture of a thumbs-up to ask if he was, indeed, doing fine before the butler and the noble had to excuse themselves again to meet up with someone. She gave them a two-fingered salute. "Just yell if you need help."

She nodded alongside Ruecian. "It would have definitely been a lot worse if Lady Irma didn't save our asses from incurring really heavy damage aside from..." A small grimace appeared across her face as she shifted uneasily from one leg to the other. "At the end of the day, it all worked out. I'm sure we can do better next time, yeah?"

Shavis tapped the spear infused with air magic and the sword infused with fire magic that was strapped around her waist. "And I got these cool things! Not really anything as cool as what the Tower can provide but they're still pretty cool."

Thankfully, the ride back to their home was uneventful and Shavis could spend most of her time staring off into the distance or conversing with the others. Lady Irma had said her departing words and it would seem like it wouldn't be the last she would see of the noble and her butler. Well, if they really were fighting for a just cause, Shavis would be keeping an eye on future requests from them.

"Aw, thanks Ruecian! I see you're warming up to us as well." She said with a grin before shrugging. "I might drop by Johannes to see if he wants to do anything with these magic items before heading to rest."

Wicked Wings: An Interest Check

Hello, hello! I would like to throw my hat into this; I don't have much of an idea for what kind of mech and legend I want to base it off but yeah. It sounds cool and interesting and I'm a sucker for lore.

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Shadar bowed his head towards the other Beluan mage once the serpent had been dealt with quite swiftly. The clone slowly dissipated and turned back to his tiger form with the fire sword in his mouth as he padded back to Shavis who had just finished her own fight with the bandit. She let out a small groan as she bent down to grab the spear and her head whipped towards Ruecian as she called out to her.

Every instinct in her body still told her to fight now that she was properly taking in what had happened to Hector and Einer— with the latter being on the ground bleeding from what was a gunshot wound and Hector being clocked and then continuously beaten by the brigand. Ruecian's order and her movement were halted when Lady Imre, their charge, had burst out of the carriage and sliced through the brigands. Shavis stood there with her mouth agape, a short chuckle of surprise falling out of her mouth as the noble continued to defeat the brigands with little to no effort.

Shavis hurried over to their side with her pilfered magical weapons in hand. She listened to Ruecian and Imre's discussion while hovering around the group. Hector had already recovered from his unfortunate beating so they only had one casualty. Shavis would be the first to admit this wasn't how she imagined the mission going at all— being saved by their client and all. She remained uncharacteristically silent as they were ushered into the carriage to head to the nearest village to get aid for Einer.

It was unfortunate that Einer was the only one of them who could use some form of healing magic and he was the one who got injured. She doubted any of the spirits she could summon for temporary help would even be able to heal anything of this caliber. Shavis spent her time idly studying the weaponry and only when Einer was taken out to the physician did someone break the silence. Hector mentioned that these bandits were of a different caliber and Shavis was holding proof of that. She didn't know of any run-on-the-mill bandits who wielded magical weaponry— not to mention multiple. Added to that was the monster they had summoned from a scroll.

"Assassins maybe? I mean, there must be a reason why Lady Imre decided to hire escorts from the Tower?" Shavis suggested, turning to the noble with a questioning gaze before remembering her manners.

"Oh! I would also like to thank you for coming to the aid of my companions. It's... kind of embarrassing but I guess you never know where the dice will fall, huh?" She said with a bashful smile. Hopefully, Einer would come out of this mission with nothing more than just a traumatic memory of being shot. It was better than being dead and out of commission for too long. "And, uh, you were very cool back then. If we didn't just come out of such dire circumstances, I think I would have liked to spar with you." She said jokingly to lighten the mood somewhat.

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While one of the clones was out of commission, Shavis was at least thankful that the other one was singed but still alive. The clone picked up the sword enchanted with fire, turning to the spearman as both he and Shavis stood up.

Shavis narrowly avoided getting speared through the gut and she hissed as it tore through clothing. Despite the minor injury, Shavis used the spearman's small retreat to take back his spear to mount her own counterattack— with lightning crackling across her gauntlets and activating the gauntlet's own enchantment, she aimed a more devastating blow straight to the bandit's center mass— making an attempt to either incapacitate him then and there or at least send him skidding back.

She didn't let him rest if he was still on his feet as she charged forward and aimed an uppercut from her left hand to truly try and finish the fight.

As Shavis continued to fight the spearman, two monstrous beings appeared on the field. Shadar, who was currently in full control of Shavis's clone, decided to switch targets seeing as his own master was preoccupied and seemed to be handling things well.

The clone wielded tested the blade for one moment before making an attempt to run up at the centipede— hoping to use its much larger frame to be able to hop on while it's distracted to push the fire sword in between its hardened chitin and stab it right at its flesh.

Fallout New Vegas: Hope and Conflict

WIP for now

Marv

M A R V I N H I L L E R

Name: Marvin Jackson Hiller

Age: 236

Personality: Marvin has gone through decades of wandering in the wasteland that is now known as their world. Understandably, he's gotten used to everything and doesn't hesitate to do what he needs to do to survive. Of course, he still has some semblance of morality - but twisted to his own rules where not everyone might agree with it. That's just how it is with most people and Marvin doesn't regret the fact that he has gotten used to everything. It made it easier to move forward when someone dies or someone leaves him. Marvin doesn't easily attach with others, but a long time and more experiences with people can make him grow closer and make someone more important to him than the passing wastelander.

Despite all this, Marvin at first meeting is entirely different from what he feels inside. Marvin actually is probably one of the happier people you'd meet. He seems like the happy-go-lucky guy that wouldn't survive a day in the wasteland. He would belt off jokes, sarcastic and witty remarks every now and then. When it comes to interactions, sometimes he doesn't take it too seriously. Sometimes, Marvin comes off as an insesitive bloke mostly because he doesn't seem to find anything off-limits nowadays. He's seen a lot of stuff. He's gotten used to it. He often forgets that others may not have adjusted as well as him.

Faction: Mercenary | Frequently hired by Mr. House

S.P.E.C.I.A.L=
Strength: 4
Perception: 10
Endurance: 4
Charisma: 3
Intelligence: 7
Agility: 10
Luck: 4

Backstory:

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When Hector arrived as their third, Shavis beamed and waved at him, glad to have a familiar face closeby. She had a better gauge of his abilities which made fighting with him easier. Oh, much like Einer, it seems that Hector was some sort of noble as well? Wow, hotshots.

Shavis idly listened to the conversation between Imre and Ruecian. It was good to hear about considering she hadn't heard of the story of what happened there yet. The origin of the plague had disappeared? That was worrying. Maybe an investigation into it would be launched? The noble even claimed that another village had been decimated from a monster attack.

Huh...

The vehicle stopped and Shavis immediately activated her gauntlets on reflex. "Aw, and here I thought we would be able to enjoy the countryside sight." She jokingly said as she exited behind Ruecian to see that there were, indeed, a couple of folks who seemed like they wanted to tussle. A kidnapping in process? For ransom of the noble? Ruecian seemed a little pissed and Shavis decided to keep her mouth shut regarding that.

"Roger that!" Shavis called out as the brigands made their first move at Ruecian. Pretty brave, really. "Hector, Einer. I'm gonna charge forward, please make sure Miss Molnar is within your sight. Thanks!" With that, she turned to her own attackers— three of them advancing with enchanted weaponry. Her eyes widened before she snickered as she raised her gauntlets. Two copies of Shadar came out from behind her, snarling. A sword. An axe. A spear. Fire. Ice. Poison, perhaps? Earth?

Imbuing herself with lightning to increase her speed and charged towards the spearman, hoping to catch him off-guard with the speed to deliver a lightning-imbued punch straight into his gut. As soon as she made her charge, both copies of Shadar ran forward and pounced at both the swordsman and the axeman.

Fallout New Vegas: Hope and Conflict

I'd like to throw my hat into this. I haven't RPed in Fallout for a while now.