[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][h1][b][color=e04119]S P I D E R - M A N[/color][/b][/h1][hr]
[img]https://i.imgur.com/q286t7T.jpg[/img][h3][sup][sub][color=e04119][b]Peter Parker[/b][/color] ♦  [color=e04119][b]Freelance Videographer[/b][/color] ♦ [color=e04119][b]New York City, NY[/b][/color] ♦ [color=e04119][b]The Daily Bugle[/b][/color][/sub][/sup][/h3][img]IMAGE/BANNER[/img]
[/CENTER][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3][color=e04119]C H A R A C T E R   C O N C E P T:[/color][/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr]
[CENTER][sup][b][color=e04119]"I'm glad you remembered the hyphen! Most people leave it out!"[/color][/b][/sup][/CENTER]
[INDENT][INDENT]Alright, let's do this one last time... You all know the story. Fifteen-year-old Peter Parker was an ordinary teenager living out of Queens who, during a class field trip, was bitten by a genetically enhanced spider. The spider transferred its characteristics over to him, he tried to cash in on his newfound abilities, his arrogance allowed him to let a thief go unpunished, his Uncle Ben paid the ultimate price and Parker learned that with great power, there must also come great responsibility. Donning a red and blue onesie, fashioning a pair of wrist-mounted shooters, and taking to the skies above New York City, the boy grew to be a man. An Amazing, Spectacular Spider-Man. 

Then five years passed. While the web-head has done his best to keep his head above water, juggling a tricky social and professional life with the burden of being an anonymous superhero, he's come out the other side of his High School education with very little to show for it. For every superpowered enemy that Spider-Man's helped to bring to justice, such as Doctor Octopus, The Vulture, and The Rhino, Peter has also failed to protect some of the people he loves most. He wasn't able to save the love of his life's father, George Stacy, from being killed in an altercation between him and Octavious - putting Gwen at odds with Peter's chosen line of profession as the videographer of a man that she believes responsible. His best friend Harry Osborn has been losing a quiet battle with substance abuse, made all the worse by Peter's inability to keep a closer eye on his roommate's habits. And after a series of health scares and general close calls, his beloved Aunt May finally succumbed to her frail state and passed away. 

With funeral costs mounting and his job at The Daily Bugle not paying the bills anymore, Peter has been forced to start looking for a more stable position elsewhere. And while being scientifically gifted has brought him great fortune as a crimefighter, having graduated with barely a passing grade due to spotty attendance hasn't exactly given him the best opportunities to show for it. So as Peter Parker languishes in debt, his sophomore year in college at Empire State University, and an inactive social calendar with even less time for a love life, it's all on his exploits as a Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man to keep him sane. Which is hard when, y'know, putting on that costume means that the likelihood of being shot at by lasers and rocket launchers jumps infinitely higher.[/indent][/indent]

[INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3][color=e04119]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][/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][INDENT][INDENT]Like alot of people, I love Spider-Man. The problem is, most who write him tend to overly romanticize his time as a teenager. While I like that period aswell, the idea of exploring his theme of responsibility when he's at an age where he can actually control most aspects of his life makes more sense to me than seeing him be expected to do everything at fifteen. My hope with this version of the character is that I can take some familiar storylines and go in the opposite direction with them, committing not only to wildly different scenarios than the usual stuff like the Symbiote Saga and his marriage to Mary Jane Watson, neither of which I plan to do, but grow Peter into an entirely different person who's learned to take his life on with a sense of maturity and growth. You can only be struggling to pay your rent and trying to figure out how to stop Mysterio so many times before it becomes your own fault, you know?[/indent][/indent]
[INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3][color=e04119]C H A R A C T E R   N O T E S:[/color][/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][INDENT][INDENT][i]I'm not gonna go into any specifics, but I'll be approaching each of the classic rogue's gallery on a case-by-case basis regarding whether they have a prior history with Spidey or not. Some have fought him many times, others not at all. Some may even end up being allies rather than enemies, and some allies may end up becoming enemies instead. It's all up in the air and I want that to be what drives my version: the idea that you can't use your knowledge of his comic history to predict what happens. [/i][/indent][/indent]
[INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3][color=e04119]S A M P L E   P O S T:[/color][/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][INDENT][INDENT]
[i]"Hell yeah!"[/i]

The perplexed security guards at the Roxxon Distribution Center in downtown Brooklyn were left only to watch as the mentally ill thief, dressed in a skintight flightsuit that stood out as a bright lime green with an ill-matching helmet and goggles, leaped ahead of them and bolted directly for the large windows overlooking a top floor office. Despite their frantic attempts to stop him from escaping - or at this point, honestly, to just try and keep him from hurting himself - all were horrified to see the thief dive across a large mahogany table and slide his way into a collision with the glass.

The thief merely cackled at the top of his lungs, pulling a cord connected to his torso as he entered freefall. And with that parting image, no doubt was left to indicate the man's level of general stability.

"Score! Wings of freedom, don't fail me now!"

As the team of security guards collectively approached the window with morbid hesitation, they were greeted by the most shocking sight. Not only had the idiot not immediately become a paste upon the pavement far below, but something sprang forth and expanded from out of the visible pack that was strapped to him:

A gigantic hang-glider.

In the immistakable shape of a kite.

"Yolo, bitches! You never had a chance of stopping The Kite Man!"

Giving the entirety of the Roxxon building an extended glimpse of his middle finger, Kite Man firmly grabbed the handlebar of his glider and thrusted himself downward into a steep glide. Picking up a strong wind current, the more-than-satisfied maniac grinned as the massive kite lifted him into the air in a gentle display of finesse and utter bewilderment. New Yorkers from far below began pointing, shouting, and filming him with their phones. For a split second, he considered waving.

Then he remembered that he was still in the midst of a pursuit, and should probably keep focused on getting away before the NYPD showed up to try and shoot him down.

"Damn. Gotta plan things better for your next outing, KM. The adoring public deserves your uninvited attention..."

As he glided through a gap between skyscrapers, Kite Man allowed himself to breathe a small sigh of relief. This job had come last minute, and rather than work with a crew - as he would usually - the self-described criminal performance artist allowed his eagerness to get the best of him. 

But who could blame him for being excited? After spending years as the laughing stock of the criminal underworld in Gotham City, a relocation to the Big Apple had been just what Kite Man had needed to revitalize his career. And starting with the theft of a couple hundred terrabytes of sensitive corporate data for some interested buyers? That was gonna pay off the lease on his condo for the next few months.

At least. That was the plan. Because what Kite Man didn't truly account for was company during his grand escape. So when he heard a peculiar sound from above him and felt something immediately hit the pack, tugging just as soon as it'd latched on, the would-be saboteur could do nothing to hide the genuine shock on his face. Nor could he control his flight path any longer.

[b]"Oh, man. Oh, man, oh man, oh man. This is... wow. Where do I even start?"[/b]

Too focused on trying to regain control over his flight-pack, Kite Man failed to notice the distinctive silhouette of a man in red and blue tights as it rapidly approached him from the side, swinging on what appeared to be a strand of glistening rope.

[b]"I mean, do I go for the easy jokes? The high-brow stuff? Do I try and restrain myself by just pretending that I didn't stumble across the world's worst Kermit cosplayer? There are so many options!"[/b]

Kite Man shrieked in terror as he found his left hand immediately hit with a large glob of a sticky, translucent substance. His fingers were immobilized, and no matter how hard he pulled, he couldn't budge his wrist beyond half a centimeter away from the bar.

[b]"This is really unfair of you, y'know? Usually when it comes to you true-blue nutcases, I gotta be honest, I get halfway tempted to phone it in. I mean, I've fought a guy whose entire thing was [i]extra arms[/i]. And I know of at least three psychopaths living in the tri-state area who clung to vibration gloves as a gimmick. How does that even end up being a thought that multiple people have?!"[/b]

Just as Kite Man attempted to plea for mercy, immediately caving into the idea that he wasn't going to be able to make the situation better for himself without directly causing his own death from high above, his verbal tormentor came fully into view - and was heading straight for him at an alarming velocity.

[b]"But you, my vertically economic friend, may be the laziest. No, the lamest. No! Actually, I take it all back! You're actually the most ludicrously inventive whacko that I've ever come across! There should be a lifetime achievement award for such hilariously awkward execution!"[/b] 

As Kite Man braced himself for the coming impact, however, he swore he could almost hear a chuckle escape from behind his assailant's mask.

[b]"Before that, though. Gotta accept the courtesy beatdown. Compliments of your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man!"[/b]
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[INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3][color=e04119]P O S T   C A T A L O G:[/color][/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][INDENT][INDENT][i]A list linking to your IC posts as they're created. This can be used for a reference guide to your character or to summarize completed arcs and stories.[/i][/indent][/indent]