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[hider=Lovebirds][CENTER][COLOR=E4E4E4][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][h1][color=E4E4E4][b][color=21ABFF]D O V E[/color]   A N D   [color=D32500]H A W K[/color][/b][/color][/h1][hr]
[img]https://i.imgur.com/TCUM0Im.png[/img][h3][sup][sub][color=E4E4E4][color=21ABFF]D O N   H A L L[/color]   A N D   [color=D32500]H O L L Y   G R A N G E R[/color]   [color=E4E4E4]♦[/color]   [COLOR=21ABFF]R E T I R E D   P O L I C E   O F F I C E R[/COLOR] / [COLOR=D32500]P H A R M A C E U T I C A L   T E C H N I C I A N[/COLOR]    [color=E4E4E4]♦[/color]   W A S H I N G T O N   D . C .   [color=E4E4E4]♦[/color]   A F F I L A T E D   W I T H   L O R D S   O F   [color=B40000]C H A O S[/color]   A N D   [color=00ECFF]O R D E R[/color]   I N   T H E   N A M E   O F   B A L A N C E[/color][/sub][/sup][/h3]
[/CENTER][COLOR=D32500][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]C H A R A C T E R   C O N C E P T:[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR]
[CENTER][sup][color=ADD8E6][color=21ABFF]“If someone calls me a ‘boomer’ one more time I’m going to lose my mind.”[/color]

[color=D32500]“Okay boomer.”[/color]

[color=21ABFF]“Holly...[i]why[/i]?”[/color][/color][/sup][/CENTER]
[INDENT][INDENT][i][color=21ABFF]The forces of Balance are those entwined with the nature of the universe itself. It started with an impossible eruption of energy, gravity forming countless spots of order that gave gave birth to life in the endless expanse, an expanse that one day will descend into the chaos of entropy before the cycle starts anew. Such is simply the echoes of eternity, neither order nor chaos having equal right over the other. But in recent years Earth has become a special anomaly, extra-dimensional watchers taking notice and time and space alike were made a mockery of. With great forces moving into action, it would only become more chaotic as time went on. A Balance needed to be achieved or else life could be at risk.

Among the lords of that primordial Balance, Terataya, one of the Lords of Order, and T’Charr, among the Lords of Chaos, chose to intervene. Among Earth’s inhabitants they found those who they felt best exemplified not just Order and Chaos, but all of its forms, conflict and harmony alike. Don Hall and Holly Granger, once divorced, twice seperated, have been chosen to don the mantles of Hawk and Dove as they sit in their twilight years, tasked with balancing order and chaos as they see fit, until needed for their greater duty at the behest of those who granted them power.[/color][/i][/indent][/indent]
[COLOR=1E90FF][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][color=D32500][i]Where with the Hulk, I’m going for my take on a familiar hero, this iteration on Hawk and Dove will be much more of a re-imagining, taking full hold on the idea of Hawk and Dove as agents of chaos and order itself. Those ideas weave into both their characters (people who represent both best and worst of each side), and their relationship itself was a long one filled with periods of both stability and order, where they fostered a family, and ones of chaos, as they split and had to struggle on their own. Their new duty will push them together once again, where they’ll have to reconcile old hurts and rekindle old flames to overcome the trials ahead of them.

While the existential ‘chosen heroes of primordial power’ aspect will certainly rear its head, at the core will be a story of two old folks getting the chance to be heroes in a world they aren’t quite familiar with, so much having changed in recent decades. Between themselves, their son, and the world as a whole, I’ll have plenty to work with as far as ideas go as they strive to find a balance to it all. Hawk and Dove also allow for a more familiar superhero story structure, more easily allowing me to crossover, since Hulk is stuck in his sandbox (with limited opportunities to escape).[/i][/color][/indent][/indent]
[COLOR=e4e4e4][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][b]Characters[/b]
[color=D32500]Holly Granger, the Hawk[/color] – Having shed the surname of Hall twice now, Holly is a woman in her mid 60s who currently works as a pharmaceutical technician. She met Don while he was arresting her during a political protest. Currently living in an apartment by her lonesome with no friends to contact, just a husband and son with a relationship she keeps strained.
[color=21ABFF]Don Hall, the Dove[/color] – Now retired, Don lives in his home with little to do with himself but maintain it, even though it’s too big for just one person. Recognizing Holly after arresting her, he met her by chance on the day the Vietnam War ended and they went out to celebrate, hitting it off.
[color=A5BFFD]Hank Hall[/color] – Son of Holly and Don, their first divorce happened during his childhood. A victim of their split parenting, as an adult he wants nothing more than to be the parent to his children that he’d needed back then.
[color=00ECFF]Terataya, Lord of Order[/color] – One of the Lords, she has an affinity towards Balance where many of her allies simply fight chaos, as is in their nature.
[color=B40000]T’Charr, Lord of Chaos[/color] – One of the Lords, his temperament more subdued then many of his peers in Chaos, allowing Terataya to reason with him, forming their alliance.
[color=723DFF]Kestrel[/color] – A creation of Chaos Lords M’Shulla and Gorrum, made with the purpose of preventing unity between order and chaos.
[color=7755ff]Tannarak[/color] – An Alchemist from Ancient Egypt who has achieved immortality, and researches into finding ways to kill other immortal beings to further refine his eternal life by preventing those methods.
[color=FC7624]Joshua Sommer, Fire Flame[/color] – A preteen mutant with a set of recently awakened powers and no good outlet for them.
[color=8BD5D9]Garn[/color] and [color=EE8C00]Arion[/color] Daanuth – Sibling master sorcerers born to a surface faring Atlantis from tens of thousands of years ago, their rivalry sealing them away until present day.
[color=BBBBBB]The Grey Man[/color] – A watcher of those about to enter their last sleep, manager of souls in the last moments between life and death.[/i][/indent][/indent]
[COLOR=1E90FF][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]S A M P L E   P O S T:[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][INDENT][INDENT]Planting the butt of the broom on the driveway, a knobbled hand brushing away at the sweat under his gray bangs, Don Hall admired his work, the driveway now perfectly clear. Snow wasn’t a big problem the once or twice a season it met the city, but Don wasn’t about to let it be any sort of problem. Ducking into the garage, he shivered at the cold, moving past his light blue pickup, closing the garage door as he slipped his white winter coat off his sturdy shoulders. Hanging it up once he was inside, he walked through the small laundry room and into the lower hallway of the two story house. Reaching the living area, he let out a groan as he plopped into his couch seat, the off-white cushion well worn.

Around him was nothing but quiet. The powered off TV in the living area, the adjoining kitchen, the rooms upstairs, even the heater: all was quiet. Don rubbed one hand on his leg, creating extra warmth from the friction while the other scratched his throat, the skin looser than he remembered. As his body relaxed the aches started up again: his knees, the arm he’d broken a few years ago in a fall, his sides as he’d continued to shiver. Mind concerned with busying himself, nothing he could do came to mind. The grass was dead and had no need to be mowed, nothing was broken that he could remember, he was all stocked up on groceries. He’d just seen his son Hank’s family over Christmas. He’d called Holly and, well, she didn’t seem happy to hear from him.

Ears ringing in the silence, he grabbed the remote and turned on the TV, letting the news reporter fill the room with sound, any sound. Anything to keep him from picking up things in the distance, sounds he always misheard as calls for assistance that weren’t really there. He hadn’t lived with anyone in years but he’d never stopped hearing Hank or Holly call out his name, even though they were nowhere near. He hated it. He hated how no matter how much he rubbed his legs trying to get warm, it felt colder in here then it did out there.

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[color=D32500]“I’m taking my break.”[/color]

Getting up from the desk, Holly’s pudgy form, clad in navy blue, moved off without as much as nod from her coworkers in response to her gravelly voice. Wrinkles straining from her tense expression, she moved from the back area to the neighboring hall, outside of the reach of general store’s customers. Normally, the office served as a break area for pharmacy staff, but Holly Granger went a bit further, out through a glass door into the smoking section. Wiping away moisture from the bench situated in the walled off section, the sky open for smoke to pass, her hands flexed for cigarettes that weren’t there. [color=D32500]“Oh [i]fuck[/i],”[/color] the woman hissed under her breath. Thin nails scraped at the line of her thin, white hair, swept back behind her ears. Bowing her head, she felt a headache come on in her frustration. She’d been trying to quit: she [i]needed[/i] to quit, but dammit if she didn’t want to kick herself right now.

Rather than retreat back inside, she took a seat, grimacing at the cold and the wet. Letting out a grunt, a hand hovered over the metal bench, shaking in hesitation before she slammed it down. Letting it out was better. Her curses, pisses, and moans barely reverberated through the glass into the hall, largely slipping up to the sky where they would fall onto no ears. A part of her definitely wanted to take her rancor inside. Give someone else a piece of this hell. But her legs didn’t move from their spot, the only thing rising being the fire in her belly as she continued to grumble at the only one who could hear her.

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A moment after a blue light filled his vision, Don was left star struck at the next sight to come to him. Before him stretched countless lights, most of them white, pulled flat and long, edge to edge in his vision. At once, he felt like he remained still, yet clearly he was moving at a pace he could barely comprehend. His body did not seem to be his in the same way. Looking at his hands, white and blue swirled together in an extraterrestrial glow. He didn’t seem to have form, but he was here. He breathed without breath and could hear the rush of the empty void. Then there was another sound, one ringing in his mind, not making words, just echoes of distress. Reaching out to that nostalgic voice, he called mentally, [color=21ABFF][i]Holly!?[/i][/color]

[color=D32500][i]Don!? Is that you!?[/i][/color] Her voice had a roughness to it, a friction that gave him warmth from the pleasant memories he’d shared hearing it, but he left that aside. [color=21ABFF][i]I’m right here.[/i][/color]

As soon as those words came out, he could see something else, another shape. Its silhouette was tall and feminine, strands of fiery red trailing from the head as she hurtled through this space right alongside him, the body and mixture of of white and red like nothing known to his imagination. Before he knew it, he drew closer, reaching out his hand. In her reflex, her own opened up, but she didn’t reach out. [color=21ABFF][i]Please,[/i][/color] he asked.

Taking the leap, she grasped his wrist, Don clasping his hand around hers in return. Even if only in this moment of fear at the unknown, they would meet it together.[/indent][/indent]
[COLOR=1E90FF][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]P O S T   C A T A L O G:[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][INDENT][INDENT][i]TBD[/i][/indent][/indent][/hider]
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