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Reed and Sue met in a think-tank formed by Franklin Storm to nurture some of the worlds greatest young minds. It was the age old tale of unrequited love. Sue was obsessed with the slightly older and brilliant Reed, while Reed was so oblivious that it took a combination of Johnny Storm and Ben Grimm to have him realise all the times she was asking to study together, she was actually doing so to get closer to him, not to learn about thermodynamics.

After their first date they knew it was love. The two of them were an inseperable team, and with Johnny and Ben at their side they were going to take the world by storm...if you'll pardon the pun. Reed's greatest idea was an interdimensional teleporter, something he had worked on from a young age, managing to send items through one end of the machine and out the other. With the resources available at the think tank, he was able to build a much bigger version of the teleporter, and after proposing his device to the US government he was given the backing to launch a space mission, using his technology to send his crew further into space than any human had ventured before. However with one condition, they were to work with the Latverian envoy to the think tank, Victor von Doom. The group had never liked Victor, but the government were insistent due to a conflict arising in the region of Latveria that the US had interests in. The publicity of sending one of their countrymen into space on a monumnetal flight was too good an opportunity to pass up.

Of course, it didn't go to plan. The group that would shortly after become the Fantastic Four were altered on a chemical level by cosmic rays during their trip. They were lucky to make it back alive, and their ordeal only brought them closer together. After the space mission that changed everything, they tried to become something greater: public heroes, pioneers, an inspiration. It didn't hold. The world wasn't ready. And when the Reach arrived just as they were due to make their grand entrance, everything collapsed. They were underprepared and under-equipped. Useless against the advanced technology and might of The Reach.

The team fractured quickly. Johnny wanted fame. Ben wanted stability. Reed wanted answers. Sue tried to hold it together, but after a devastating confrontation between Reed and Ben over a failed attempt to return Ben to normal, and Johnny's reckless behavior nearly exposing Sue's lab, the Four went dark. Officially? They disbanded. Unofficially? They split on bad terms.

Now Reed and Sue operate as a two-person metahuman taskforce: low-profile, always moving, trying to stay one step ahead of Lord's regime. They chase down unstable Reach technology before it can be weaponized or salvaged by the government.

Reed's guilt runs deep. His research, data meant to help locate emergent anomalies and map interdimensional flux was repurposed by Lord's regime to tag and hunt metahumans. Every captured mutant or vigilante with a tracker embedded beneath their skin is a reminder of what he helped build. He's made it his mission to tear it down. no matter the cost.

Sue, meanwhile, has committed herself to building something new. A support structure. A resistance. The Future Foundation. She envisions it as a distributed network for young metas, fringe scientists, and refugees. She has hope that they can provide sanctuary for young Meta-Humans, a place they can escape to when they have nowhere else to turn.

Together, they’ve salvaged pieces of the disbanded Baxter infrastructure, not a proper lab or base of operations, but a hidden basement server hub in Manhattan where the FF once stored early experiments. Now it's their base of operations, a barely-functioning, off-grid digital war room.

They rarely see Ben or Johnny. When they do, it's tense. No one's quite ready to apologize. Maybe one day. But not yet. For now they trudge on, salvaging what they can together and reaching out to those they can.

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I was recently speaking to my partner about how as a child I never saw the appeal of the Fantastic Four, and especially not Mr. Fantastic. As an adult though, I now realise the driving force behind the best stories are the interpersonal relationships between the characters within, and I honestly can think of few groups that exemplify this dynamic than the Fantastic Four. I've had an idea in my head since the Ultimate One roleplay I was involved in for a heroic version of The Maker. One who had lost Sue, but remained hopeful, albeit jaded and was out to help people.

As I wrote this application though, I realised that without Sue, Reed would have very little left if Franklin and Valeria weren't born. Sue is his driving motivation for what he does more than anything else. I decided that a version of the two of them having lost Johnny and Ben due to family problems would be far more interesting and in line with my vision of these characters than my former idea. They have each other to rely on through and through, even if they are in the shadow of an event that tore their found family apart, and in a world that refuses to accept them.

I see them trying to be a source of hope within the darkness of this world. They are trying to form The Future Foundation to reach out to young meta-humans with nowhere else to turn, and to form a network that can support each other. They might be younger than their usual depiction in the comics, but I intend to write them as the parental figures they are at heart. I want them to be characters that other players can rely on and will turn to for help or advice, and vice versa.

Both of them are motivated in part by guilt. Reed primarily due to his perceived failure with the space misson, during The Reach Event, and because of his work being used by Lord to track young meta-humans. Sue is a lot more hopeful, but the fact she is estranged from her brother plays on her mind.

If it isn't obvious already, I would hope for the two of them to become a driving force in uniting members of the RP under a team at some point down the line. As well as researching the Reach and their technology and having direct conflict with President Lord's forces in doing so.

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You know the gist of it. Vic was an orphan, he met a man named Aristotle Rodor who helped him go to college, and he ended up working for a local newspaper. With Rodor's help, Vic became the vigilante known as the Question, fighting back against crime and government corruption. Try as he might, Hub City was just too volatile for Vic to save it, and with Rodor's death from cancer, Vic decided to leave the city behind to wander the United States. He finds himself working as a freelance journalist and investigator for cash and living out of hotel rooms (or failing that, his car).

As the Question, he runs a blog dedicated to leaking government documents and projects as well as documenting his vigilante crusades. Operating mostly on the east coast, from New York to Metropolis, Gotham to Washington DC, the Question fights street level crooks between breaking into government facilities to leak information to the public. He's garnered a bit of a following, but to the rest of the superhero community he's an unhinged conspiracy theorist.

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This iteration of the Question is quite a bit closer to the Justice League Unlimited version of the character, with some sprinklings of Rorschach in there as well. He's not the Zen-like martial artist trained under Richard Dragon, he's an angry and violent vigilante who's probably not really helping the public perception of superheroes. My intention is to open myself up to crossovers and interactions with the rest of the cast, having Vic traveling between several major cities on the hunt for crime to fight and conspiracies to unravel. I'll do very little in the way of solo arcs, instead trying to hop around between different cities teaming up with anyone who'll have me.

Plus I just think he's neat.

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It’s been a while since I’ve tried to write for a game like this and I want to take some time and go back to my roots of writing on something like this. One of the first characters that I ever wrote was a Lantern Corps member and I figured that it would be poetic to come back to the first one. Alan and his Sentinel persona has always been fascinating and I plan to play him close to the original with some personal variations of my own.

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"You're gonna end up fighting every elected official in the country!"
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It's been a very long time since I've gotten the chance to try on the big red cape, but Superman is the one character I've spent more time and energy thinking about than any other. I've written and rewritten concepts for Clark and his world more times than I'd care to count, and in that time I've cooked up plenty of concepts that can alter Superman's world while not altering the fundamental character. While I fully intend to portray Clark in a classic vein of being a good-hearted, optimistic, slightly corny but always earnest man who just happens to wield absurd amounts of power, I plan on making significant changes to the nature of his powers, his weaknesses, and most radically, his origins.




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"You know, we're kind of like Clint Eastwood in those Westerns you love, Bucky."

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There is a girl, trapped in a tube. She does not know who she is, what she is, or why she is. She does not recognize her body, nor why it does not feel like hers. The people in white coats refer to her with harsh words. They keep trying to hurt her, but they haven't found a way yet. She is impenetrable, but she fears if they did crack her shell... they would find nothing. For she feels HOLLOW.

There once was a man in a tube, when the world was a button press away from annihilation. But that was years ago. He was a patriot, then an enemy, and then a ghost. He became a specter of the age of information, when wars were fought in palaces and skyscrapers. But he knew this would never last. Against his will, he was made into something more than just a man. His nerves were split and sewn and soldered to replace a part of himself he sacrificed. His country feared what he could be, should his old programming resurface. Once the Reach was driven off, he knew his time was over. He knew what was coming, and knew where to start looking for help. He needed soldiers if he was going to start a REVOLUTION.

A mercenary wipes warm blood from his face, a deluge of pain and resolve washing his soul. He beckons for the civilians to run, even though they sport scales and unusual appendages. They're not quite human, but a kid is still a kid. The money wasn't worth losing his humanity. He strips his comrades of their gear, and loads it all into the last working truck. He hoped the others could see reason over their greed. If they couldn't, he was glad he still had his ARSENAL.

It is rumored the ashes of Bana-Mighdall are still warm. The peaceful nation nestled in the southern reaches of Egypt, untouched by the modern world, was one of the first targets after the meta-bomb went off. The Amazons had never yet known a reason to fear the weapons of men. Their ignorance saw them slaughtered, and their relics ripped from their corpses. A wounded Amazon begged and pleaded with her gods for safety. They answered only the plea of the Shim'Tar. She awoke with her weapons in an unknown desert, lost and alone. She was easy pickings for the mercenaries, and a potential lead on how to locate any remaining Amazons. For she was the last Amazon of Bana-Mighdall, ARTEMIS.

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If there has ever been a version of these RPs where a team called the Outlaws is more appropriate, I haven't seen it. These characters are proper nomadic vigilantes trying to do what they can to keep people safe and fight back against an oppressive regime, with hints of found family tied in. For Roy and Artemis, I am leaning a lot into their appearance in the New 52 while updating for the setting (while also removing direct connection/association with other potential heroes that might get picked). Hollow is an obscure pull with complicated lore that acts a bit as a stand-in for the types of victims of Reach experimentation, while Bucky serves as a somewhat jaded and timeless soldier trying desperately to fight a losing war. Of course, Bucky is also the only reason this team of rejects can be held together long enough to potentially make a difference in the world. He is a planner by profession, and acts as the team's de-facto leader.

As for plot and goals, I have an opening "coming together" arc in the works that will bring them up to speed, revolving around the destruction of Bana-Mighdall and the accidental liberation of Hollow. In general, I have some minor plot threads I would like to dive into with this group, but they are nomadic and available for crossovers (or to complicate other heroes’ lives). The only major plot thread hanging over the Outlaws constantly is their soured relationship with the S.O.V. (Soldiers of Victory), a former mercenary group with direct ties to the Agency. They will be constantly on the run from former friends and allies.

After all, they're all OUTLAWS now.

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Jackson Hyde was born Kaldur'ahm to Lucia Inaego, a homo mermanus from the underwater kingdom Xebel and the treasure hunter David Hyde. The two met when David was exploring Xebel in search for a powerful artifact, the Black Pearl. They quickly fell in love, and it was through that love that Lucia began to help David with his quest. However, Lucia soon realized that his intentions with the pearl were not to merely catalog the artifact. Whoever possessed the Black Pearl would gain control the seas, capable of crushing their foes beneath massive waves. Realizing what needed to be done, Lucia took the map that led to the treasure's burial site and barely escaped with her life from David, who Lucia soon found out was the criminal pirate Black Manta. It was only once she emerged from the water that she found out that she was pregnant with Black Manta's child.

Moving to a land locked location in New Mexico, Lucia gave birth to Jackson and raised him without divulging any knowledge about his true origins. Jackson's early life was filled with questions without answers, like where did those tattoo-like markings on his arms come from, or why do the fish at the aquarium seem to gravitate towards him. When the Reach revealed their ulterior motives, Jackson watched events unfold from the TV. People disappearing with no end in sight, until the work of Superman put an end to the alien's plans. The burgeoning age of superpowered individuals caused by the Meta-Bomb's activation prompted Jackson to explore his own anomalies more intensively. It was while experimenting outside in a field on a rainy night that Jackson set off a chain of events that would change his life forever. Without intentionally trying, the young man activated his hydrokinesis and began gravitating all the raindrops around him, forming a car sized glob of water above himself. A passerby witnessed the phenomenon and posted the display of power online, quickly garnering media attention.

Lucia was shocked by the news. The quiet life she had spent almost two decades to create was suddenly upended. There was no telling what would happen next or who would get to them first: the government or Black Manta. But the video didn't just attract the attention of humanity. A day later, a tall, blonde and bearded man greeted the Hydes at their doorstep. He introduced himself as Arthur Curry, and by the markings on Jackson's arms, they had a lot to talk about. It was then, without any more chances to deflect or delay the conversation, that Lucia revealed the truth about Jackson's identity as part Atlantean and Arthur. While on the surface trying his hand to ease the rapidly xenophobic political atmosphere with diplomacy, Arthur saw the footage of Jackson and tracked him down to New Mexico. And seeing some of himself, a man between two worlds, he wanted to take him under his wing and train him in the use of his powers. And with meta-human sentiment plummeting by the day around the world, Arthur offered his hometown of Amnesty Bay as a place for the Hydes to hide and a suitable spot next to the ocean for Jackson to begin embracing his roots.

Fast forward to a year later, and Jackson is still getting the hang of his powers. He gets visits from Aquaman, but they're becoming briefer and lowering in frequency. As the United States government continues with their use of the Agency and President Lord with his agenda, Atlantis and the people of the sea require his presence more and more as they begin to look at all their options. And as much as Jackson's been listening to his mother keeping his head down to avoid another New Mexico incident, it seems like life is about to thrust him into the light for good this time, whether he's ready for the responsibility or not.

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With Maxwell Lord's 'Humanity First' platform, I really wanted to play a character with a non-human element in their backstory for some added flavor. And in wanting to try my hand at a subject I don't know much about, my mind zeroed in on the underwater world. After perusing some options, I finally chose Aqualad and worked from there. Having spent most of his life secluded in New Mexico before moving to Amnesty Bay and training with Aquaman, Jackson is ready to spread his wings and explore his place in the world. There's a lot of potential for storylines where the idealistic hybrid seeks to bridge the gap between humanity and homo mermanus, which can produce mixed results like successful interactions or further demonization by the government. For the aquatic royalty, my idea is that Aquaman is King of Atlantis, with Prince Namor controlling his own territory as the second most powerful underwater entity. They both have common ground, but as the leaders on land intensify their efforts, Aquaman's talks of finding peace and Namor's talks of 'proactive defense' sets them apart. As far as a roadmap goes, I have some arcs set up, but I want to focus on writing as many team ups with other players as possible. Jackson is still very wet behind the ears, so I think he'll definitely pick up skills working alongside the different characters in the cast.

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"Hi. My name is Silk. You're all, uh... under arrest."
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Nine years ago, Cindy Moon was living quite content with her family except for her younger brother always going into her room and ruining just about everything. At least that's what she remembers that day when she stormed out of the parent's home in upstate New York, the last time she had been with them. She couldn't even remember what she was mad about and why she thought storming outside was a good idea, but she did remember the Reach. Had they been waiting to abduct her or did they just seize the opportunity to?

Cindy couldn't help but curse herself on that fateful night. Something so stupid had resulted in her being taken away into the Reach's custody for almost six years. Her whole life for that time was contained by one little room, all to experience one bite by a spider and the reaction it would have on her. She mutated, genetically altering from that bite to become what she is now. Why had the Reach approached an experiment like this? Where did that spider come from? Was it genetically altered or something from a different planet? It did look like it could be.

The Reach invested time in Cindy to showcase her abilities and experiment with them for years. Looking back, it was possible that this was one approach that a Reach division was attempting to experiment with human genetic malleability, but Cindy wouldn't really be able to be certain. She was far too young to understand, but when her salvation would come, she'd be able to understand something far more important. With great power, comes great responsibility.

It was Superman that had saved her, and the others that were kept in secret at that facility. She could remember how he effortlessly ripped open that door she had never seen beyond and offered her a hand. She was freed from that room but the life she had known was gone. Cindy would find herself deposited in the nearest city, New York City, with the other victims in that facility. She was passed off to Martin Li, a known philanthropist operating in New York City for many causes but for Cindy's case, New Way was his organization to help runaway teens find a place if they couldn't go back to their old lives. New Way helped her get back into school, helped her find a place to stay and to eventually, hopefully, find her family.

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So with this story backdrop of a tyrannical government, I thought of Silk instantly. Not because that's the only thing I play, either! I thought of how fun it'd be to play an icon behind that kind of NYC resilience and defiance in the face of unpopular and/or aggressive governing motions. I can only imagine NYC displaying their contempt for government overreach against a particular group of people with fairly regular protesting and presenting themselves as an obstacle. Cindy comes in as the young spider-hero this time as a onetwo-year veteran, able to build up a rapport with the city. Likely they were skeptical at first but given a year of saving people's butts, she has earned her place for the average New Yorker to respect.

Still a high schooler, Cindy gets to find the joys of trying to juggle classwork, a job, and fighting crime while the city juggles constant patrols, police crackdowns, Agency raids, and the odd supervillain. How long can this last? Who knows, Cindy certainly doesn't. New York City, as a result, might be appealing for the odd superpowered hero to migrate to if they can see past all the propagandized news cycles that state NYC is just fine, no protesting here. Ignore the Silk merchandise booth on the corner of the street.

Any other NYC residents? Feel free to say hi. Cindy doesn't have anyone to lean on at the moment. ;;;;_;;;;

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James Rhodes was an outcast. He was bullied for being black from the white kids, and bullied by the black kids who thought he was trying to be better than them by focusing on his education. Really? He just wanted out. As soon as he turned seventeen he enlisted in the Air Force, and never looked back on philadelphia. Leaving his father and sister behind, he entered ROTC with the goal of becoming a pilot.

When he was shot down in his first flight he thought it would be the end of his career, if not his life. Instead it changed in ways he could never imagine. As he was trying to repair his helicopter, to atleaast get the radio functioning something metal and ungainly fell from the sky. The missing billionaire inventor and weapons manufacturer, Tony Stark. The very man that then liuetenant Rhodes had been sent to try and locate. The two of them were reluctant to trust eachother at first, but when attacked by henchmen from the rogue technological society A.I.M the two found common ground and worked together. Powering Tonys exo-suit, the two of them battled their way through the jungle before they were eventually found by none other than Director Nicholas Fury senior with S.H.I.E.L.D.

Fury stole Rhodes for a secondment to S.H.I.E.L.D, where he and Tony worked on the next generation of armour. The project was dubbed War Machine, and it was revealed just in time for the Reach invasion. S.H.I.E.L.D announced War Machine to the world, Rhodes pilotting the suit. Time would continue onwards, and eventually they would add to their arsenal. Parnell Jacobs, Nathan Manning, Jorge Salsero. All these pilots were vetted and chosen by Stark and Rhodes personally, as that was Starks one stipulation on the use of the technology.

They weren't enough though, as humanity continued to lose ground to the reach. Manning and Salsero killed, Jacobs maimed and paralysed. As Superman revealed himself to the world and ended the Reach threat, the War Machine program was shelved when then President Ellis contacted Stark personally. Trying to rebuild American Faith and Strength Rhodes would go on to become the Iron Patriot, much to Furys dismay. Rhodey worked under President Ellis for the remainder of his term, but the tides were changing. Eventually Maxwell Lord became President and everything changed.

He wanted more Iron Patriots, he wanted a legion. Tony continued to push back, their contract clearly stated that any and all pilots had to be hand picked. The Government wanted automation, and Tony didn't. Trask, Hammer, Kord all vying to perfect the technology. The two friends became more and more disgruntled as the Iron Patriot was deployed more frequently within Americas borders at sites of 'mutant' or 'meta' unrest.

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I've always enjoyed War Machine. I enjoy his own stories, he has all the perks of Iron Man without the sociopathic personality. I always enjoy pushing myself and trying to write different stories, and as such I want to get delved into something I haven't. The political thriller. Will update this here with plots as I go forward. My goals? To push myself as a writer, and write stories that we all enjoy.

Return of War Machine As Tony Stark announces the cessation of the War Machine project, other powers that be aren't happy. Resulting in explosions and chaos, and the U.S. Government coming after the Iron Patriot.

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"Duty, bravery, and sacrifice. These are the values that represent Captain America to our nation and democracy abroad. He is a hero to the world, a warrior to our adversaries, and a patriot to us—the American people. This is his story. From a frail child orphaned at a young age, Steven Rogers refused to let them define him growing up. Denied enlistment in the Army, he volunteered for a program conceived during World War II. One that molded him into the world's first super soldier. He fought valiantly against Nazi and HYDRA forces, earning his stripes and proving his mettle on the battlefield. He made the ultimate sacrifice in service to his country, showcasing the very essence of true patriotism and heroism."
The Star-Spangled Man: Captain America's Enduring Legacy.

"A Norwegian oil company has discovered what appears to be a significant number of wrecked aircraft during a recent seabed survey. Although officials have begun mapping the area where the wrecks were found, experts suggest that the planes could date back to World War II."
Underwater Plane Graveyard of WWII-era Aircrafts Found, BBC.

Nick Fury Jr. knows where he was and what he was doing when he got told the news. He was overseeing the final reports of the night in his office when he received news from the Arctic team that had been sent out the previous day. They found him. Frozen. Intact. Alive. A fury of questions, hypotheses, and explanations clogged his mind, ready to burst at the seams. Then, before he had a chance to process it all, he was sent a photo of him. And for a full minute, Nick just laughs. Laughs hard. Laughs out loud. Laughs until he is tearing up and nearly out of breath. The absurdity of it all—of his life at this point—is utterly hilarious.

His father, Nicholas Fury Sr., remained adamant that his brother-in-arms was still alive "somewhere in the cold," insisting it was "his responsibility to bring him back home." Even though he was a highly respected man who had served his country time and time again, those around him thought he was chasing after a ghost to atone for his failure in the Korean War with the Howlers. And when his age was beginning to show, the "burden" was passed onto the son. "Find and bring him back home," he ordered firmly like he always had. Nick couldn't accept what he saw as an old man's delusions, even if those words came from a man he once admired.

That photo, however, vindicated his father and validated every seemingly ludicrous claim he'd ever made about his comrade.

Then there was The Reach, who extended a hand to the world while concealing a scalpel in the other. And as soon as their deception was exposed, they declared war on Earth. Nick fought back against the invaders, of course. It was his home. He witnessed the aliens leave and detonate what was essentially a dirty bomb, altering the genetic code of thousands in an instant. The fallout turned into a national security concern and a grave embarrassment for S.H.I.E.L.D., which failed to act appropriately. Disillusioned, Nick decided to leave and offered his services to The Agency, a decision that didn't sit well with his father at all.

And now, here he is, the only person on the entire planet who knows that he is still, against all odds, alive. And he is still laughing. The only reason he stops is that the Arctic team requests further instructions regarding him. Hell, Nick can't even bring himself to say his name. He composes himself and orders them not to disturb anything until he is personally on site. Then, he contacts his right-hand man, Phillip Coulson, and informs him they are heading for Norway. He doesn't say why. Next, he begins to organize the logistics, from securing a big enough plane to gathering the necessary equipment to safely extract him from the thick sea ice.

Nick makes the conscious decision to keep everything under wraps from his bosses. He knows of the wrath that would await him from The Wall once he sets foot in the Oval Office to deliver his report after his deception is undoubtedly revealed by one of his agents. That, or he manages to keep it quiet long enough to divulge it. Yet, the potential consequences don't faze him in the slightest. He has a plan, one that would finally bring security to the country he and his father bled for so many times. The details are still mostly forming in his mind, but a ten-hour flight would provide him with plenty of time to refine them.

Just as he is about to leave, Nick reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out his phone. He considers calling his father to apologize for ever doubting him, to reveal that he has been found alive, and to ask if he wants to join him. It would be a chance to reconnect after being apart for so long, but instead, he tosses it into a drawer and slams it shut. No, there's too much at stake, especially when Nicholas is still holding the reins of S.H.I.E.L.D. aboard that helicarrier. It would be reckless to reveal him to the world for now. Not until the plan is set in motion. For now, Nick knows he has to leave for the Arctic.

Bring him back home. At least he can do that for his father. He has waited long enough.

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Of course, my mind went straight to Captain America while reading the summary. But I want to do things slightly differently. The most obvious difference is that our boy hasn't been thawed out. He has only been found by the big baddies, who won't waste such a perfect opportunity. This would allow me to delve into the mystery and thriller genres, with a heavy hand of politics and suspense mixed in to make a good story.

After all, history is written by the victors.

That means Steven becomes an unwitting pawn for the government, being purposefully kept in the dark of its tyrannical nature by The Agency. Every action he takes is meticulously scrutinized, with Nick Fury Jr. monitoring his every move and suppressing any unwanted inquiries. Their relationship will be antagonistic in nature, with occasional moments of conviviality between the two men. Not necessarily full-on friends, that's for sure. And while he will be an essential character to my plot, I don't want to hoard him all to myself, given his importance to the overall Marvel universe.

If it hasn't been made clear, Captain America will be working alongside the Lord Administration via the Agency. I hope he serves as a point of contention with characters who are actively part of the resistance. However, that does not mean abandoning the core aspects of Captain America. He will still stand up for what is right, no matter the consequences, with his unwavering principles and moral conviction shining brightly through the darkness cast by Lord's America.

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My name is Frank Castle, and before The Reach, I was a lot like you. Stable career. Loving Wife. Ugly dog. Pair of beautiful kids. Living the dream. It can change in an instant at the end of a gun. We were innocent, having a picnic in the park. But we were in the way. Drug deal gone wrong. They died like animals. Sometimes I wish I died, too. Instead I woke up in a hospital a year later.

Next is the part you’ve heard. I had to hurt the men who hurt me. Open and shut revenge. Simple. Except for the part where it didn’t stop. Every door I kicked down, I expected to die on the other side of. Live like that long enough, without anything else to live for, and it quickly becomes all you know. At the beginning I would plan obsessively. Every weapon, every angle, every perp checked meticulously so that I knew, without doubt, that these were the men that deserved punishment. By the end, it was as simple as running into the next room and putting two between the eyes of the next gangbanger I saw. Simple revenge. Haha.

Only reason I figure I got away with it -- being The Punisher, wearing that skull-lookin’ armor, announcing my presence everywhere I went with a burst of machinegun fire -- was on account of the war. The PD and the Feds were spread thin, which gave every scumbag in the city license to do as they pleased. They needed support, and I was all that was coming. Maybe they thought I was helping hold the city together, even as I burned it down.

Next is the part you haven’t. My last weeks of it are the haziest of all. I remember the chug of the gun and seeing, for the first time, the colors of human and Reach blood swirling and mixing on the cracked concrete. I remember that they got me, hit me with some new weapon. I thought when I finally ran into The Reach, I’d die on the spot. Get a plasma hole bored through my guts or become a denatured pile of slime. Instead, I woke up in a cell.

I knew The Reach was experimenting on humans, we all did, but I didn’t think that meant they’d have a gene lab buried under Manhattan. Nothing they did to me seemed to take. I think they only kept me around as a control, a tough old bastard to measure their successes against. Even then, I expected to get binned fast. I know what happens to test animals. But their new subjects were few and far between. Fewer and fewer as the weeks and months dragged on. The Reach scientists spent more time in the facility than ever. They seemed cut off… But they were holding on.

This was the pattern for almost five years -- until last month. An asset transfer from another facility, a rare occasion. A thing sealed in a glass tube, running and shifting inside in inky black detail. The scientists were excited. They tried it on all kinds of things. Poured it over blocks, rocks, technology, weapons, even a few houseplants. No change. Until they started trying the animals. It would sink into their flesh, like it was disappearing against their skin. Then the shaking, the vomiting, the screaming. Then the sleep. You could watch, over an hour, as each strip of muscle and skin and sinew receded and faded until there was nothing left of the animal but a bleached skeleton and a quivering black mass sheltering in its ribcage.

They tried it on us next. There weren’t many of us human prisoners left. Only the hardest and the toughest. But it was the same for each of them. Bleached bones and a grinning skull staring at me from across the lab. Until me. It was almost natural coming onto my skin, pushing its tendrils through the gaps between my cells. It was destroying me. But it was rebuilding me. It spoke to me. There was a voice in my head. It needed to know only one thing. Was I ready to slaughter its captors? Or would it eat me like the rest, and try another?

My name is Frank Castle. Its name is Venom.

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One of the fundamental tensions of the Punisher when held up against the rest of a superhero universe is: how justified can his actions really be? Here’s a mass murderer presenting himself as a necessary, brutal, bloody solution to problems a dopey teen in spandex could solve in seconds. You can handwave it to some extent with the scope of crime in a comic book universe, but you’ll always be asking yourself why any of a hundred heroes don’t put a stop to the madness. By giving him access to the symbiote, I think I can expose Frank to problems he is more of a justified solution for, especially in the context of Lord’s regime.

More importantly, the most interesting part of The Punisher, at least when talking about a game like this, is whether there could be a good person hiding somewhere in the depths of Frank’s blackened soul. We’ve seen Frank broken down a million times, what if he could be built up? What if he has a chance to grow or change or do something actually positive with his life? To set him on this path, he’s had a long time to think in that cell. Now he’s forced into a role he could never predict, as the adoptive father of a weird alien that lives on his skin that might be the one creature on the planet more naturally hateful than he is.

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An impossible task. An inevitable fate.

In the mind of Kara-El, the people of Earth were a footnote in the history of Krypton, a template for what once was and never could be again. If she knew her father was going to extradite her to another place in time for hope to avoid the fate of their world, well, she would’ve prepared herself for it a little better.

Young, inexperienced, and consumed by guilt she finds herself jettisoned into a temporal rift as Krypton itself fell into chaos and destruction. Kara, now alone and consumed by grief that she will never see her family and friends again must try to find a way to secure the future of not only herself but heed her mission to ensure the fate of Krypton never comes to be.

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Taking lead from Andy's Krypton changes, I was inspired this morning to return to one of the characters I feel I can write in my sleep.

The major crux of this Supergirl, outside of the provided changes, is that while she is inexperienced she isn’t particularly ignorant, serving as kind of a middle point between traditional concepts of the character and New 52/Adventures versions.

What I hope to achieve is, well, actually writing in this game on a weekly or bi-weekly basis (as time and energy allows). I’ve spoken with Andy to some length about what we could do going forward and if things don’t work out if circumstance strikes I have some solo villains lined up that don’t dip into Superman’s pie. Coordination and collaboration is the key of my strengths, after all. If this seems to be acceptable I can start discussing introduction plans with Andy and more precise integrations going forward. Thank you for your patience as always.




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"I will not fail again dear Husband. This blade hungers sinners and I am vengence incarnate" - Katana, talking to Soultaker.

The new world is cruel to those who are gifted and seek justice. The aftermath of the Reach leaves a huge power vacuum among the crime syndicates across America. Ever since the decree of the anti-metahuman law, those who operate in the shadows are free to function without the fear of the government monitoring them.

Multiple factions that are skilled with the Blade, Espionage, and Stealth have been taking over the streets. (The Sword Clan, The Dagger Clan, The League. etc.)

The land of the brave has regressed into a feudal Japanese setting, where in every city there's a swordmaster/ninja/mercenary operating as a henchman/clan lord in a minor/major crime syndicate.

Some of which came from Japan, Villians that specialize in the art of the blade and deceit; Serving as bodyguards to high-profile crime lords and Politicians around Lord's Circle as a safety protocol ever since the resistance has been growing in numbers.

Katana, who was presumably killed by Lady Shiva returns to America.

She now works as a masterless samurai: A ronin. A shadow that hunts down those who are on the wrong side of history.

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Daggers, swords, shuriken, nunchucks, and other pointy things!

I would like to introduce some glorious steel-on-steel clashing of swords, street-level action in this setting while putting some respect in one of DC's silent and deadly fighters: Katana. Separating her apart from the suicide squad.

My intention and goals are simple, a loose retelling of Miyamoto Musashi in the shape of Katana which involves Fighting numerous duels, meddling in turf disputes, some Clan vs Clan scruffle, collaborating with some resistance fellas and running a gauntlet on how far she can go battling some sword-wielding baddies in this oppressive setting.

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M’gann M’orzz is a Pale Martian, growing up in a time of racial tension on her homeworld of Mars. She grew up ostracized from her peers, growing up in dominant Green communities. As a result she has low self-esteem, and even the smallest words of encouragement will get the lonely girl excited. Her life on Mars was unremarkable in many ways. She grew up in an alien culture. Lies were impossible. Connections between people happened fast. Art, music, and philosophy were thriving. In faraway places, Greens and Pales threw parties of reconciliation and peace with each other, but where M’gann grew up she had no such luck. The Life Equation philosophy began to spread, promising to prove that free will and spiritual freedom could be demonstrated as a mathematical proof. M’gann managed to find a pamphlet with some of the equation written down on it. Can you imagine seeing something like that? It was astonishing. But perhaps it was too late. Before Martian society could repair itself, an unforeseen threat emerged and decided its best option was to fan the flames.

It was this time of tension that the Reach exploited, turning different sides against each other so they could do their research on the martians psionic and shape-shifting abilities in the chaos. During this time of secret abductions, one M’gann M’orzz numbered among the victims. They came for her in the night and snatched her from her home, often targeting Pale Martian communities due to the lack of security and attention.

They enhanced her abilities, giving her telekinesis and enhancing her other powers, but the same psychic strength they increased made them unable to control her. The closest they could do was program into her with a psionic weakness to fire and heat so they wouldn’t phase-shift away from their experiments. Satisfied with their results and having no more use for her, they put M’gann into cryogenic storage. At least they weren’t wasteful.

When the Reach came to Earth, they brought M’gann with them, deep in their vaults of experiments. During the battle, the ship was destroyed by Superman. He later recovered some of the wreckage and experiments within, and brought them to his fortress for safe keeping. M’gann’s damaged pod was among them. The kryptonian technology within sustained and slowly began to repair her pod to bring her out of cryogenesis without physical or mental damage. Years passed, and eventually, M’gann would wake up on a new world.

But not just any new world. Tens of thousands of years had passed! Her homeworld, Mars, is now desolate and abandoned, the fate of the Martian people a mystery. Were they wiped out by the Reach? Made extinct later by an unlivable environment? Or did they pack up and move, for one reason or another? It’s impossible to know.

Stranded on an Earth divided, she knows from her past that division and rejection only leads to a weaker society, one that could be exploited by the Reach should they ever return. Earth and its people must be united if they are to survive. And there’s no better way to do that than to become a superhero, just like Superman! An emissary of the Martian people, Miss Martian will take to the skies and do what she can to bring some light into the world.

When she describes herself as a White, or Pale Martian, astute observers might point out that she is, in fact, very green. Martians actually have “nine” general senses as opposed to humans “six.” Yes, six. M’gann can tell with her “eighth” sense that some humans have latent psionic potential. And that same eighth sense is what gives her away as ‘Pale’ as opposed to ‘Green’. It’s as obvious to her and other Martians as skin color is to humans, but to humans, well, she just looks green. And it’s something innate about her she can’t just shape shift away from.

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This Miss Martian is going to be kind of a combination between Miss Martian and Martian Manhunter. Originally, the Manhunter himself was brought into this space and time by a science experiment of some random human guy that died of a heart attack right after. So such an origin is still technically possible, but basically, I’m playing an amalgam of both characters. I’ve also toyed around with Martian society and lore a little bit.

I wanted a heroine that can exist in any space of a superhero world. Street level, cosmic level, magical level. Someone that can fly around and meet all the other player characters in an attempt to learn more about the world and herself. And obviously she already has a connection to Superman. In terms of overall plot, I’m kind of planning on free wheeling it and seeing how the world evolves. Though I do have some ideas based on an old comic run about VULTURE. I might combine that with AIM or something, to give M’gann an evil org to go up against on her worldly adventures. Evil science organizations are always fun.

I’m nerfing her powers somewhat, to make her more interesting. The whole “Martians are as strong as Kryptonians” thing always struck me as untrue, in practice. Like is it really true? I'm not so sure. Besides, the flying brick powerset is the least interesting thing about the Martian!

I also wanted to play a silly billy. I like it when the Martians do things like learn the true meaning of Christmas. I'd like her to be an implacable bright spot in any room. She has her own problems to sort out but she's a good person and an optimist at her core, because she has to be! And wants to be. While obviously she does have a certain sadness about her, being isolated from her origins, she does hold onto hope that the Martian people live on, somewhere, in some capacity. Or at the very least, weren’t all wiped out by the Reach. So that brightens up her spirits. That, and remembering that snippet of the Life Equation she managed to find.

Due to a sense of Martian pride and being perhaps the last Martian, and in the hope of helping human society unite, M'gann only disguises herself as a human if she really needs to go undercover. For example, to solve a crime or find missing people. Otherwise, she prefers to be herself.

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Peter Parker, 15, a young and exceedingly clever high-school student in Queens, is invited to an exclusive guided tour through the Oscorp research centre in Manhattan, attending a program created for the best and brightest, intended to afford New York's most intelligent youth a window into the foremost scientific hub in New York State, and a lifeline opportunity to join their ranks upon completion of their studies. Unbeknownst to either Oscorp or Peter himself, a spider - subject to genetic research and experimentation within the bowels of the site's laboratory, aided by early technological exchange with the Reach - escaped its enclosure. It found Peter, using its final gasps of life to deliver a single bite, and introduce a toxin to Peter's body that would prove to be the fateful pivot upon which his entire life would spin.

Struck down by a debilitating illness, Peter spent weeks wracked with agonizing pains, migraines, nausea, fading in and out of consciousness as his very genetic makeup was rewritten, pulled apart and knitted back together. When he finally recovered, he found himself in possession of strange, unexplained powers; stronger, faster, tougher; quicker reflexes, and and ability to cling to any surface regardless of orientation; most peculiar of all, an almost pre-cognitive warning of incoming danger or harm, allowing him to twist and react to evade or counter. Giddy from what these new powers meant for him, Peter was reckless; he bounded into the city, engaging in nothing more than simple play around the urban landscape of Manhattan, a new sandbox opening up before him. Visions of a reinvented life swam before him: the Amazing Spider-Man! Stronger than you, faster than you! Witness his incredible wall-crawling! Laud his inability to be hit! See how he swings from web of his own creation! Watch how robbers and bullies cower at his feet, and the ladies swoon beneath him! Spectacular, Sensational, Superior...!

And then Uncle Ben was murdered. And then Aunt May had a stroke. And then Peter Parker was abducted as the Reach War erupted.

Five long years took their toll on a teenager. Kept in a half-conscious state of suspended animation, Peter's DNA was harvested again and again for hideous experiments into neogenics, the Reach sure that this mutated boy's cells held the key to turning the tide of the war and conquering Earth. All manner of tests and trials were held; reproducing the original spider, creating biologic serums out of Peter's genetic makeup, direct transfusion, even cross-gene grafting. Frustrated by failure at every turn, the Reach rounded on a new avenue; direct genetic cloning. The logic held up: Peter, by some unknown quantity or quality, had accepted and melded with the original spider's toxin, an against-the-odds alchemy that improved him beyond the scope of Human, rather than destroy him at the cellular level like so many other subjects since. Reproduce that, and the Reach had an army that could seamlessly hide within Humanity's ranks, under their direct control, and ready to destroy their enemy from within. The science was agreed on; the experiment approved. The cloning began.

The plan never saw itself realized; five years into the crisis, the Superman appeared, and the Reach were driven from Earth entirely. In the carnage, Peter awoke from his suspension, five years older and his memories murky and muddled since the abduction. He broke containment easily, assisting and rescuing others as he escaped the research station amidst a distracted and routed Reach - including, to his distress, a solitary, perfectly identical copy, withered half-lame from incomplete growth, and equally confused. Together, they returned to Earth, and watched the sky clear of their tormentors, fleeing on their heels faced with the might of Earth's new defender.

And then the bomb went off.

Only in the wake of fresh calamity was the truth revealed; this wilted, languishing Peter was no half-finished clone, no incomplete experiment. This was the original Peter Parker, the abductee, drained and harvested and picked at for the Reach's heinous purposes; the Peter who had escaped, who had broken containment and rescued the others, was the singular successful, stable reproduction in their myriad cloning attempts. The original begged the clone to understand - he was stronger, faster, tougher, a Spider-Man Improved, a terrible reckoning created by the Reach but never utilized. He had to be better; he had to be greater. He had to take to heart the lessons the Reach had not, the lessons Peter had learned so dreadfully, the lessons the Superman demonstrated so nobly.

With Great Power, Comes Great Responsibility.

Peter was buried with his Uncle and Aunt. Ben Reilly attended from a distance, and then disappeared into New York City. He spent five years travelling, discovering the Earth that only existed in memories that weren't even truly his; five years discovering himself, and what he stood for. Five years watching the consequences of the meta-bomb, of the Reach's incursion against the planet. Five years watching men like Maxwell Lord wash over society and stain everything they touched.

After five years, Ben returned to New York City, ready to face whatever the teeming masses had to offer. In his first week, he stopped a mugging, then a burglary; and it had been so easy. So natural. A piece of biology embedded even further than his abilities; even five years post-mortem, Ben was reminded where he came from. And Peter had been proven right: there had to be a Spider-Man. Ben couldn't ignore it. Whether they wanted it or not, the people needed a protector.

But it would have to be on his terms.

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I love Spider-Man but honestly, Ben Reilly and the Scarlet Spider have always been cooler. The identity struggle, the suit, even the alias are all just a bit more interesting and have a bit more edge on the age-old tale of Peter Parker. My main issue with ever writing a Spider-Man story is also what do you write that hasn't been written already, with what's one half of the two most successful comic book properties on the planet? I don't have anything for Peter and re-doing a classic origin would put me to sleep; but Ben? Ben's cool. Ben's trying to fill a hole Peter never had the chance to drill in the first place. Ben's trying to figure out who he is, if he's not Peter. With Peter dead, maybe he is Peter, just by default. But does he want to be Peter? Does he want to be Spider-Man? I don't know, but we can sure find out.

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Ten years ago, Leonard Snart and Mick Rory were nothing but juvenile delinquents. The arrival of The Reach did nothing to stay their young anger and budding criminal activities. If anything, the sudden upheaval in society made it easier for the pair to get away with their petty antics.

Five years ago, recent high school graduate Leonard picked up his best friend from a detention center where Mick had spent the last month. Tagging along was Leonard's younger sister, Lisa, who excitedly pointed out the brilliant light show in the sky above to the two hoodlums. They watched in stunned silence as the heavens exploded with The Reach's final 'gift' to humanity, bathing all three in cosmic warmth.

One year ago, with dangerous rhetoric on the rise and hate crimes against metahumans becoming all-too-common, the trio made a decision: they would not be victims.

Five months ago, three metahumans struck an Agency detainment facility in Central City where they stole classified military intel and freed an illegally imprisoned mutant, Roscoe Hynes.

One month ago, Colonel Wade Eiling, commander of The Agency's Central City division, gave a press conference about the metahuman threat within the city and announced an increased military presence to combat this. Four unknown individuals, reported to be highly dangerous terrorists, were named as public enemy number one. Colonel Eiling swore that, one way or another, he would put an end to these metahuman Rogues.

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This RP has a unique premise and setting, and so I wanted to design a concept that doesn't merely exist within but exists because of the world. It wouldn't be fun to merely run a superhero that does general superhero things all while the country falls to fascism. In a world where the president is essentially enacting martial law and declaring war on metahumans, it would only be natural for certain metahuman elements to react. Realistically, it would be the roguish elements that would lash out first. Who better than to resist than the honorable Rogues themselves?

The Rogues in this world never formed as villains because, simply, the heroes didn't exist in any meaningful form. Not until after the world was already changed, twice. Instead, their criminal behavior lies in their adolescences and as current enemies of the state.

I intend to fully explore this premise of a United States falling to fascism, a purely fantastical concept never seen before in reality, and what resistance might actually look like in such a world. I have a general plot line for this team that can carry them through solo posts as well as collaborative ones, though Central City will be the primary backdrop for some time.


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To wake, and know
your heart sinks
dark and heavy,
hardening into stone...

Slowly the sea lifts its waves,
slowly the trees turn red in the gorge,
slowly the fires begin to lap in hell,
slowly the truth dawns...


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Oliver Queen was a sellout.

Born into the richest family this side of America, he grew up keenly aware of his privilege, wanted to do something about it—but was chewed up and spat out by the money that made him, growing disillusioned and ultimately toeing the line as a good little capitalist. He turned from activism to thrill-seeking, charity to booze, going from one near-death experience to the next in constant search of his next shot of adrenaline. Living to die. When his head of security came to him with what most would call a shady business proposition, Ollie thought hey, what the hell. It’s something to do. Could even be fun.

But he got himself too involved. He was only supposed to be a silent partner, provide some funding, but he insisted on being there for the deal. He threatened knowing too much, and the deal’s benefactors weren’t willing to take the risk. It was on the yacht heading there, in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, that his head of security tried to kill him.

The water welcomed him with open arms. He wasn’t quite ready to go. Call it luck, call it fate, he washed up on a beach with nothing but Howard Hill’s old bow, won at auction weeks ago, lungs full of water and heart full of spite. Ollie didn’t care if he died... but he would be damned if he let these people beat him.

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Ten years ago, Ollie came back to a world in crisis. Humanity was under attack, too busy waging war against the stars to care about his return, which suited him just fine. His time away had reinvigorated him, lighting a fire within he’d thought long since gone. Reinstated at the helm of his father’s company, he aimed to transform it into a force for good. He was done toeing the line. As the world fought back against the Reach, Ollie fought a losing battle against a system that refused change. Ousted and sued by his own board of directors, Ollie lost everything for trying to play by the rules.

With his fortune reclaimed by the machine he tried to change, Ollie set his sights on helping others within his new means, taking on an administrative position at the Star City Youth Recreational Center. When he wasn’t there, he was at the local archery range, honing the childhood skill that had kept him alive during his time away.

Something lost, something gained. Not long after coming to the Youth Center, a young boy walked through its doors asking for Ollie by name. His name was Connor Hawke, he said, and he was Ollie’s son. Ollie remembered the boy’s mother, Moonday—a brief romance from his college activist years at Hudson University. She left shortly after their fling, and never mentioned any pregnancy to him. But here Connor was, seeking Ollie out after seeing his legal battle on the news. Although shocked, Ollie welcomed Connor into his life, determined to make up for lost time and be a father to his son.

Ollie felt good about the work he was doing, where his life was heading. He lost everything, but gained a son—and compared to seeing the kids at the Youth Center smile, making a tangible difference in their lives, it all seemed ashes. In the time since his dismissal from Queen Industries, Ollie felt something he couldn’t remember feeling before… Fulfilment. Finally, he was doing work that’s worth a damn.

But it still wasn’t enough. Something kept gnawing at him, persistent, a feeling that he couldn’t let go. Ollie had seen firsthand what happens when you try to solve problems with money. At best, you’re treating a symptom. At worst, the machine fights you, devours you whole. He watched it leech from the city around him, from his son, from the kids he was trying to help, and wondered: what can one man do?

Oliver Queen felt a call from within.

He picked up a bow.

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As Superman took flight in Washington, Ollie took to Star City’s streets. With nothing but his longbow and quiver full of arrows, “Green Arrow” made waves as the underground champion of those the system forgot and ignored, clashing with the law just as often as he targeted organized and white collar crime alike. All the while he grew closer with Connor and continued his work at the Youth Center, where another kid entered his life: this time a runaway he’d helped as Green Arrow, a young girl named Mia Dearden. Like him, she was a survivor, and though he didn’t know her for long, he soon found that he’d gained a daughter, too.

Ollie had opposed the idea of a Lord/Waller government since the moment they announced their candidacy. He could see the writing on the wall, and he was angry. When they announced the establishment of the Agency and its military checkpoints, he wasn’t surprised. He’d long decided how to voice his displeasure.

Three months ago, Green Arrow attacked a Star City Agency facility to free its metahuman captives and send a message: Maxwell Lord and his cronies were not welcome here.

They were ready for him. As far as the world was concerned, Oliver Queen died a domestic terrorist that night. In the Agency’s custody, he was given a choice: serve their interests as an Agency asset, or let his family suffer the consequences of his actions. To Ollie, there was no choice to make.

Oliver Queen was a sellout.

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I don’t know if you guys know this, but I like Green Arrow. It would’ve been easy to play it straight and run the character relatively close to canon—he’s made for this kind of premise—but I want to do something a little different here. Ollie is, at his core, a leftist superhero who loves his family more than anything else. The idea of using his family against him, driving him to act against everything he stands for, is a compelling one to me. And so he’s here: dead to the world, forced to act in the Agency’s interests.

I’ve got ideas for where to take his personal arc as he navigates his... unfortunate position, but as far as RPing goes I’d love to get him involved with both Agency and non-Agency characters. The benefit of this concept is that it leaves Ollie primed for interactions that are ripe with conflict from all sides, which is pretty exciting to me!

To clarify Ollie’s standing with the Agency at large: Ollie is an Agency asset. His only point of contact with the wider organization is via his handler, Fyers. When he’s not on a mission, he’s stationed at an Agency black site. He’s not privy to its inner workings because he is its tool, not its agent. Occasionally he’ll be assigned to work with other Agency assets, such as Poindexter or Arachne. Their little branch of the Agency is overseen by Sarge Steel. Ollie is not aware of this.

Character portrait art by Dan Mora and Alejandro Sánchez from Absolute Power #1.

Poem: Slowly the Truth Dawns by Olav H. Hauge.

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