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[CENTER][sup][color=a9a9a9]"You hear that, Bruce ? It's time to play God."[/color][/sup][/CENTER]
[INDENT][INDENT][i]First and foremost, I want to start Robert Reynolds out while he is freshly discovering his power, erasing the preset history that Marvel intertwined into the canon universe.  Robert Reynolds is going to be a down-on-his-luck victim of mediocrity who decides he's going to submit himself to medical experiments to make a little extra cash that he sorely needs.  It's during this time that he crosses paths with Dr. Stagnum and is first introduced to the serum that changed his life.

His mental instability will remain intact, just like the canon version, with The Void being ever present in his own psyche, trying to excert control while Robert battles to remain rational and good.  Initial powers and abilities will be limited and grow over time.  The Sentry, as he is in Marvel Comics today, is rediculously overpowered so I definitely want to rewind the clock and take baby steps.[/i][/indent][/indent]
[COLOR=fff200][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]C H A R A C T E R   M O T I V A T I O N S   &   G O A L S:[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][INDENT][INDENT][i]I've always liked The Sentry despite how divisive he can be with fans and have followed him since the original Marvel Knights run.  I found the initial concept of the character relatable in that he's an average joe with aspirations for greatness while still bound by human weaknesses (like addiction, alcoholism, phobias, etc.). I think it would be interesting to try and reimagine how The Sentry came to be and just what your everyday person would do if they found out one day that they've basically got powers similar to superman without actually earning them or the status and experience that comes with it.

The duality that comes with the schizophrenia of which Robert suffers, especially when one of his personalities is a dark one, also seems like a concept that can prove to be entertaining to explore and write.[/i] 
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[COLOR=fff200][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]C H A R A C T E R   N O T E S:[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][INDENT][INDENT][i]Supporting Cast:
Billy Turner: A young friend from work who's always got his head in the sky
Doctor Jonas Stagnum: The man who developed the syrum that created The Sentry
Doctor Cornelius Worth: Robert Reynolds' psychologist
Lindy Lee-Reynolds: Robert Reynolds' wife
Normie: Robert's dog, a shih tzu mix.


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	The air was cool as it caressed his stubbled face.  Robert habitually moved back and forth in his rocking chair, staring out into the empty cul de sac from his front porch as the insects of the night chirped out a tune looking for companionship.  Robert wasn't looking for company, though.  All he wanted was to be left alone.

	His white t-shirt was tarnished with grease and oil, giving evidence to the fact that he spent most of the afternoon working on his car.  He hated manual labor, but he also didn't have the necessary funds to pay someone else to do it.  As he looked over at the table beside him, his eyes set on the glass atop it that was filled with whiskey and ice.  Despite not being able to afford much else, Robert always made sure he had enough to keep that glass full.  It was a point that Lindy liked to bring up often, usually before storming out of the room and hurling insults with language typically associated with sailors.

	He slowly reached out for the glass and brought it to his lips, sipping just a bit and then letting the liquor swim around his mouth before swallowing.  Normie's attention was piqued at the sound of the ice shuffling against the glass.  The dog sat up on the porch for a moment, his tail wagging uncontrollably, before making the effort to come over and stand beside Robert, keeping himself up by placing it's front paws on his knees.

	"No, Normie.  You wouldn't like it," he slurred with a tone of exhaustion as if he's had this sort of conversation with the dog many times before.  "This stuff'll kill you."

	"Nothing can kill me, Bob.  Not ever."  Robert suddenly blinked, looking at the shih tzu with total bewilderment.  With his free hand, he made a fist and rubbed his knuckles into his eyesocket before giving the dog a second glance.  Normie just panted at him with a permanent grin.

	"Did you just... Did you just talk?"  The happy little dog slowly lost interest and pushed himself off Robert's knee before finding a cozy spot on the porch to lay on.  Meanwhile, Robert's eyes were as wide as they could be, watching Normie as he went.  'Dogs don't talk', he reminded himself. 'How many glasses have I had...?'  He looked at the whiskey in his hand as if he were about to accuse it of a heinous crime before abruptly putting it back on the table beside him.  Enough was enough.  Robert was so tired, he was starting to hallucinate.  At least that's what he decided.

	He pushed himself up off the rocker and turned to head inside, the front door being the last obstacle in his way.  "C'mon, Normie," he called.  The dog quickly obeyed, trailing just behind him as he reached for the knob.  He tried to turn it, but it was resisting.  The house tended to settle in different ways depending on the weather.  Doors were easy to open in the winter, but in those summer months, they put up a fight.  Robert gave a more exerted attempt, straining heavily as he tried to get the mechanism to turn.  Just as he thought he was making progress, the entire knob snapped off with a loud CRACK.  Robert still held the remnants in his hand and slowly held it up to his face to inspect what went wrong.  As he let his fingers unravel, he found their shapes imprinted within the brass sphere.  He had literally squeezed the metal so hard that it gave way to his strength.

	Nothing was making sense.

	"Lindy!" He shouted.  "Open up the door.  I can't do it from this side."  He dropped the mangled doorknob to the ground and quickly wiped his hands off on his shirt as if the knob itself had some sort of germ that was responsible for its deformity.										
	
	"Got drunk and locked yourself out? Genius," came the muffled taunt from within.  Robert's eyes narrowed, his brows furrowed.  He could feel his skin getting hot as anger began to set in.

	"Dammit, Lindy!  Open the door!"  With that, he brought his fist down like a hammer right in the center of it, intending to bang loudly enough that Lindy might get stirred into action.  Instead, it hit the door... and then kept going.  The sound was like thunder as Robert's fist reduced the wooden door to splinters, leaving a big gaping hole in the middle of it.

	"Jesus!" Lindy screamed out with shock as she scurried toward him from inside the house.  "What the hell is going on with you?!"  As she got closer, she slowed her advance, coming to a stop just shy of the doorway.  What's that look on her face, he wondered.  Was it fear?

	"I don't know, I just..."  He looked at his hands as if expecting to find the answer written somewhere on them.  Alas, there were none.  He set them down and looked at his wife through their newly acquired hole and said, "Just open the door."
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