[CENTER][COLOR=SLATEGRAY][B]C H A R A C T E R   C O N C E P T   P R O P O S A L[/B][/COLOR][hr]
[img]https://fontmeme.com/temporary/7de9281db64e54a996e56f59a8adba32.png[/img][h3][sup][sub][b][color=fff200]KENT NELSON   [color=1E90FF]♦[/color]   AGENT OF ORDER   [color=1E90FF]♦[/color]  THE TOWER OF FATE   [color=1E90FF]♦[/color]   NABU[/color][/b][/sub][/sup][/h3][img]https://i.imgur.com/0pLJ5Hp.png[/img]
[/CENTER][COLOR=fff200][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3][color=1E90FF]♦[/color] C H A R A C T E R   C O N C E P T [color=1E90FF]♦[/color][/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR]
[CENTER][sup][color=fff200]"I'm old, son. I've lived more lifetimes than most. Seen things you wouldn't believe- that nobody in their right mind would, really. Felt so much joy, love and hate that my heart can scarcely take anymore. Known pain beyond your wildest imagination. And power. Oh, what power I had. But that's all over now, isn't it? Because of my mistake. And now...now I've a choice to make. Not a hard one, though. What is one life compared to the fate of everything?"[/color][/sup][/CENTER]
[INDENT][INDENT]Kent Nelson has served as Doctor Fate since 1920, yet he's seen more than centuries of duty. Travelling across time and space alike he has done battle in the ancient past and in worlds far from our own. He has dueled Elder Things and Old Gods, walked among countless pantheons and struggled against terrors that could wipe humanity from all memory. As an Agent of Order he has served as a sentinel against the forces of Chaos- holding fast at the gates that guard all living things and never swaying from his post. In those hundred upon hundreds of years of service, time and power have slowly chipped away at Kent's humanity. Each foray into the darkest corners of the universe forces him to leave behind another piece of himself so that he might better serve Order. In his bid to protect us, Dr. Fate becomes less and less human everyday.

But it was arrogance, not humanity, that was his downfall. For as he built up his power, Dr. Fate believed he had discovered a means by which he might defeat Chaos once and for all. He attempted to confront a Lord of Chaos, the one called Mordru, and hoped to [i]kill[/i] an aspect of Chaos. It was a foolhardy notion from the start, for the Lords of Order and Chaos are but vessels for abstract powers that have existed beyond existence, and shall continue to existence even after the death of our tiny, insignificant universe. The battle was short-lived, and Nelson's arrogance made his master, the Lord of Order known as Nabu, vulnerable. Mordru struck a mortal blow against Nabu, wounding his opposite through his connection to Dr. Fate and tipping the scales in the cosmic struggle between Order and Chaos in a way previously thought impossible. 

Nabu's injury has left all agents of Order, Kent most of all, weaker and more vulnerable than ever. Even when wielding the Helmet of Fate, he is nothing compared to what he once was, and for the first time in centuries has found himself no match for old enemies like Klarion and Wotan. He finds himself in a desperate race to heal Nabu's wound and repair the balance of the cosmic scales before Chaos can consume Order in it's entirety. The fate of the universe has oft been at stake when Dr. Fate intervenes, but things have never felt so dire for Order's greatest champion. [/indent][/indent]
[COLOR=fff200][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3][color=1E90FF]♦[/color] 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 [color=1E90FF]♦[/color][/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][INDENT][INDENT]There's always been something fascinating to be about the higher concepts in comic books. One concept in particular that's always caught my imagination is the idea of godhood, and how access to unimaginable power might shape a person and their character. How having knowledge of the fundamental makeup of existence might change someone's entire perspective on existence, and whether or not such knowledge is even desirable. Dr. Fate presents a unique opportunity to explore godhood, and power, as he's both simultaneously a man and something...more. 

In this re-imagining of Fate, Nelson has lost himself in the mantle of Dr. Fate. His connection to his own mortality has been severed by a hundred years of impossible power and a personal relationship with literal deities. Knowing the answers to our greatest mysteries has soured Kent to mankind. He's seen the worst of us over and over and over again, and his constant duty to protect them has made him very tired. The near-death of a Lord of Order and the loss of much of his power will tear him down from on-high and [i]force[/i] him to confront how power has changed him, and how being Fate for so long has caused Kent to lose his way. This is the harshest wake-up call he's ever going to get, and he's going to get the chance to decide just how important his humanity is to him.
[/indent][/indent]
[COLOR=fff200][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3][color=1E90FF]♦[/color] C H A R A C T E R   N O T E S [color=1E90FF]♦[/color][/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][color=fff200][sub][b]▼   S E A S O N   O N E   S U P P O R T I N G   C A S T[/b][/sub][/color]
[color=1E90FF][sub][sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/sup][/sub][/color][INDENT]
[COLOR=fff200][B][color=#1E90FF]♦[/color]	Jim Corrigan[/B]
	[color=gray][sup]Detective and (occasional) Host of the Spectre[/sup][/color][/COLOR]

[COLOR=fff200][B][color=#1E90FF]♦[/color]	Mitchell Shelly[/B]
	[color=gray][sup]AKA Resurrection Man, Superhero[/sup][/color][/COLOR]

[COLOR=fff200][B][color=#1E90FF]♦[/color]	Amy Winston[/B]
	[color=gray][sup]Exiled Princess of House Amethyst, teenager[/sup][/color][/COLOR]

[COLOR=fff200][B][color=#1E90FF]♦[/color]	Linda Strauss[/B]
	[color=gray][sup]Nurse, single mother[/sup][/color][/COLOR]

[COLOR=fff200][B][color=#1E90FF]♦[/color]	Eric Strauss[/B]
	[color=gray][sup]Student, 10 year old[/sup][/color][/COLOR]

[COLOR=fff200][B][color=#1E90FF]♦[/color]	Nabu[/B]
	[color=gray][sup]Lord of Order[/sup][/color][/COLOR]

[color=fff200][sub][b]▼   S E A S O N   O N E   A N T A G O N I S T S[/b][/sub][/color]
[color=1E90FF][sub][sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/sup][/sub][/color]

[COLOR=fff200][B][color=#1E90FF]♦[/color]	Klarion[/B]
	[color=gray][sup]Witchboy, mischievous and occasionally cruel[/sup][/color][/COLOR]

[COLOR=fff200][B][color=#1E90FF]♦[/color]	Fin Fang Foom[/B]
	[color=gray][sup]Dragon[/sup][/color][/COLOR]

[COLOR=fff200][B][color=#1E90FF]♦[/color]	Etrigan[/B]
	[color=gray][sup]Rhyming demon whose dreams drive men mad[/sup][/color][/COLOR]

[COLOR=fff200][B][color=#1E90FF]♦[/color]	Wotan[/B]
	[color=gray][sup]Immortal sorcerer and nemesis of Dr. Fate[/sup][/color][/COLOR]

[COLOR=fff200][B][color=#1E90FF]♦[/color]	Mordru[/B]
	[color=gray][sup]Lord of Chaos[/sup][/color][/COLOR]

[/INDENT]
[COLOR=fff200][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3][color=1E90FF]♦[/color] S A M P L E   P O S T [color=1E90FF]♦[/color][/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR]
[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/0pLJ5Hp.png[/img][/center][indent][color=fff200][sub][b]THE BOOK OF FATE[/b][/sub][/color][sup][right][color=fff200][b]Issue #1: HUMBLED[/b][/color][/right][/sup][/indent][hr][indent][color=fff200][sub][b]Salem Willows Park [color=1E90FF]♦[/color] Salem, Massachusetts[/b][/sub][/color][sup][right][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Ry2pjYgiLU][color=fff200]The Price of Failure[/color][/url][/right][/sup][/indent]
[indent]
Kent Nelson had sat on that bench many a time before. Sometimes with Inza. Sometimes alone. It'd been there for quite awhile in one form or another. His favorite was the wooden one, made from the same Willows planted all 'round him, that they'd put up way back in the 18th century. This one wasn't great, he had to admit. It's deep black, wrought iron frame was sturdy, sure, but it was so uncomfortable. He hated what it did to his back.

Hell of a view, though. Hell of a view. Especially now when the sun was starting to dip underneath the water of the Ram Horn, almost like the channel was swallowing Earth's star whole. It's light cascaded across the open water like God throwing stones across a pond. They shot out in a spray of a thousand, individual tendrils of fire that reached from the horizon all the way to the stony shore. Every time Kent saw it it took his breath away. He thought he'd caught lightning in a bottle, and the next time he sat on this bench, the majesty of it would disappear. It kept, somehow. And that made it all the more special.

It'd been far too long since the last time, he realized. He couldn't even remember when the last time was. Kent felt a tinge of guilt in his chest. The only reason he'd come back was because he had nowhere else to go now that the Tower of Fate was locked to him. And he had the audacity to stain this poor bench crimson. Terrible as it might be, it didn't deserve to be bled on. 

"I've lost my way, haven't I?" He muttered, followed shortly by a sigh. A painful one. That last blow he'd taken to his side must've done more damage than he initially thought. Reaching down he pulled at the dark blue material of his costume, lifting it up to reveal the mangled flesh that still clung to his side. Blood, pus and dark magic dripped down it- all of it flowing from the big, ugly mark in the center.  

Arrogant. Stupid. Reckless. He should've known challenging Mordru in his own domain was folly from the start, and yet the mighty [i]Doctor Fate[/i] did it anyway. Threw himself into the fires of Hell and expected not to get burned. Even an amateur would've had the forethought to know it was a bad idea. 

"But not you, right, Kent?" Nelson laughed, only for it to transition into thundering coughing fit. "Kent Nelson, biggest moron in the Nine Realms, at your service."

The helmet was sitting in his lap, those empty eye sockets glaring up at him. [i]'I told you so!'[/i] They seemed to scream. [i]'I told you how it'd end, but you went anyway, and now look what you've done to me!'[/i] The Helmet of Fate was older than anything Nelson had ever encountered. Though he'd found it in an Egyptian Tomb, even then he'd known it was far more ancient than the Pharaoh it'd been buried with. It'd spent the vast majority of its existence spotless. Shining, like polished gold. Now Kent looked down at it and saw that polish fading. He could see small cracks along the faceplate and the crown. He used think the thing was indestructible.

Just like him.

But Nobu was dying. The Lord of Order had gone silent. If it wasn't for his uneven breathing in the back of Nelson's soul, Dr. Fate would've thought him dead. But his time was running out, and when he went so too would Kent. And there was no telling when existence would join them. Could be tomorrow. Could be in a hundred thousand years. But without Nabu...Without all of the Lords of Order...

Time was going to run out eventually.

"Stupid, Nelson. Stupid, stupid, [b]STUPID![/b]" Dr. Fate roared as he leapt up from the bench where he sat. With a great heave of his arm he chucked the Helmet of Fate, watching it sail through the air until it landed like a stone in the Ram Horn channel. Despite it's weight it didn't sink. Instead, the helm floated atop the water, refusing to flow with the current. Just sat there, staring up at the rapidly darkening sky.

"I killed us." He breathed, falling back down on that uncomfortable seat. "I killed us all."

"Death's not so bad once ya get used to it." A gruff voice, corrupted by one too many cigars over the years, called from behind Kent.

[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/CgWPrRI.png[/img][/center]

"I need your help, old friend, n' it sounds like you need mine."
[/indent]

[COLOR=fff200][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3][color=1E90FF]♦[/color] P O S T   C A T L O G [color=1E90FF]♦[/color][/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR]
[color=fff200][b]THE BOOK OF FATE[/b][/color]
[indent][color=1E90FF]♦[/color] Issue #1 - Humbled
[/indent]