Okay, I've reached out to everyone and have heard back from all except one. I'll move forward under the assumption that last person will get back to me soon.
I've been busy with work so haven't had a chance to revise my Martian Manhunter sheet, but I'll get that updated later tonight. As soon as I post it into the characters tab everyone accepted can post theirs. And then ideally by Friday or Saturday at the latest I'll get the IC started. Just this month will be busy for me as it's the final weeks of school and teacher duties ramp up during this time. So, please, bear with me.
Just an update: I have a few things to finish doing today, but I have cleared several hours of my schedule to get started on the IC. Was planning on getting that up yesterday but, apparently, a friend wanted to do something for my birthday, so that took up time I wasn't expecting.
I'll for sure complete the narrative introduction post and get that up, and I'll get started on but likely not complete quite yet my Martian Manhunter post to kick things off for everyone. I'll be asking some questions in the Discord later tonight or tomorrow afternoon so I can have the proper information from you guys for certain character conversations/actions for my MM post.
I know you blokes are closed, I've just recently been following along. Thought I might make a reserve app for you in case a slot opens up later...
| Character Identity | David Haller - Legion
| Age | 32
| Character Differences | This is not a David Haller who has to live with a terrible potential and what could happen if he were unable to ever take control.
This is a David Haller who has to live with the knowledge he ended an entire universe, that evil exists and at least temporarily resided in him... and he can see no reason it doesn't still.
| Brief World Background | David resides in a purely "X-Men" world, devoid of DC characters, and even much of the Marvel continuity. His world's history has mainly been entwined with Civil Rights issues pertaining to the existence of mutants.
In the background of this Civil Rights quandry we also find that a truly evil entity has been fighting a proxy war with Charles Xavier all the while, pulling strings to add to anti-mutant sentiment on both sides and even toying with hidden illuminati like figures in the Hellfire Club.
There is no world for David to return to. Everything has been lost to a force of pure evil, which most terrifyingly of all just up and disappeared one day. Meaning he has to live with knowing entirely what he's potentially capable of, and with no idea if this could ever happen again, or if the evil behind all things every truly left... or did it ever exist in the first place?
If the Devil didn't exist would we have to create it... if only to live with the evils that we ourselves have done?
| Brief Character Background | This David Haller has been the ruin of his world, his universe and everything. Or at least the final trigger.
He's gone from one nightmare to the next, and to another.
Possessed by an ancient evil entity known as the Shadow King, David was being used as the ultimate revenge by one of his father's greatest enemies.
After being bested once by psychic mutant leader Charles Xavier, the Shadow King attempted to employ a more subtle "long game", whereby he manipulated numerous major figures, ramping up tension and disharmonious sentiment around the entire world. But planning the ultimate revenge meant it had to eventually become personal, to truly make Xavier hurt, and so he decided that the final crushing blow in destroying his dream, his people and everything he holds dear would have to come from Charles Xavier's bastard son.
And so, when he finally possessed the young mutant, with so little control of his almost boundless power, he destroyed Xavier's 'X-Men', then his precious school, the most recent target of his affection - Moira, then the politicians and humans he'd long sought to find a civil solution with... very publicly and by the hand of his mutant son, then Westchester, then the Eastern Seaboard...
And David cried out at what he was forced to do... and suddenly the entire world was gone. And then the greater cosmos.
David was left floating in space, sustained only by his own internal power.
His subconscious splintered and formed a new identity for itself called "Mr Sparky". Mr Sparky produced light for warmth, and generated oxygen for David to breathe. Periodically Mr Sparky would even form food spores and water, scratch-created at a molecular level inside David's own mouth for him to swallow.
He was trapped with themselves... and the Shadow King, floating in nothingness.
For a dozen years he had little else to do in this nightmare existence but seek to find a way to wrest control of himself back.
One day (or perhaps it would be better described as 'one specific endless night'), and David couldn't even remember what he had done, the Shadow King had gone.
Now he found himself floating in the great expanse completely devoid of purpose. But for the friends he'd made along the way.
As the last remaining being within his universe it made him an easy target for Mojo, his universe had slim pickings otherwise, and he was easily scooped up as he slept.
The beautiful thing with this RP concept is that, eventually, there will be opportunities for roster changes down the road. It's an intrinsic part of the narrative. The further we progress, the more opportunities open up and the less tied to Mojo new characters will have to be.
I'll definitely be sure to reach out once we get to that point! In the meantime, hope you and anyone else reading along enjoys the story.
Woo-hoo! With the brief introductory world finished, we can now dive into the real fun. I'm looking forward to some of these upcoming realities I have planned to unleash upon you all. A few of them are real doozies that I've had planned for years now and are going to really contrast with a couple of the player characters in particular.
Also, just an FYI for anyone reading along (hi, Hound) who may be curious or confused. The reason players are including dialogue of characters not their own is because we are all collaborating in Discord as to what our characters say to one another in situations. We're only including things that the respective players have written. Likewise, I give the players certain narrative information they can include in their posts; like what is encountered immediately in each new world. It's also why the OOC isn't active; we use Discord, instead.
This is just me sharing the post I was going to put together based on two misunderstandings which, one of which kinda stemmed from the other. Really both of which stemmed from me reading too quickly, not paying enough attention and having a love of stupid goofy shit. The first misunderstanding was Jim Harper being Jim Hopper and the second misunderstanding was that this scenario was taking place in a Marvel Stranger Things dimension.
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Offices. Homes to domesticated men and with all the trappings. Couldn't hardly ken to it. Jonah had been round them long enough to pick up on their habits and their tells a little. Could tell a lot about a modern man by his office. Diner coffee cup on his desk. Got a big sleepy blue moon face on it. Moon has big bushy sideburns. Seen 'em like that before. Just without the stupid sideburns. Sleepy moon face would turn to a wide awake sun face when you poured hot coffee in it. Other side read "Ringo Starr's All-Star Diner and Disco," Goofy fucking cup. Goofy fucker. Gotta inspect further. Swish the mug around and the coffee turns lighter, a lot lighter. Hopper uses creamer, a lot of it. As it moves around you can see the sides of the cup. Look for rings. Tons of them. Hopper never cleans his. Residue from a thousand cups. Sniff the cup. Not good. Joe is weak. Not enough bean. Way too much sugar, way too much creamer, way too much...he takes another sniff. Fucking Pumpkin Spice. Goofy fucker probably wore novelty socks or even worse no socks at all.
Take a look at how he sees the world. Sit in his chair. Comfortable. Quality. Armrests are worn in the middle but the ass of the seat isn't all blown out. This was not a desk arranged to "take a load off" or for a long nap as the day drew to a close. A quick look under the desk confirmed what Jonah already knew. There was no foot rest down there. Hopper is a twitchy fuck. Not surprising with all that sugar in his coffee. Probably battling the bulge but hasn't yet succumbed. Files on the desk, Acronyms. S.W.O.R.D. That didn't sound good. Sounded military. Sounded experimental. Sounded familiar.
Trash can under the desk, candy wrapper balled up in it. Desk drawer askew. This was Agent Harper's dedicated weapons drawer. Inside the drawer was a large safe, sturdy looking, clean, open with the key still sticking out of the lock, loaded gun shoved back into the box. Gun held in place by the form fitting foam. Check it out. Loaded, chambered, but the safety still on and it hasn't been Plus One'd. He was ready but not eager. Maybe.
Put it together. Hopper was sat there, feet flat on the floor looking at paperwork. Probably would be a good idea to take those folders. Breakfast of champions, Almond Joy and Pumpkin Spice Sugar Milk with a touch of Coffee. Must have seen, felt or heard something to stop him in his tracks and delay the onset of diabetes. Put his files down. Pulled his weapon. Loaded it. Chambered a round. Gun had a manual safety. Safety was still on. Goofy coffee in a goofy coffee cup. Candy for breakfast. Wouldn't have chambered a round if he didn't expect to shoot. Might be he clicked the safety off at first before something made him re-engage it. Maybe not. Something had him ready to shoot and then something convinced him to respond without the pistol. He must have seen or known something beyond the obvious. He would be a good man to find if he hadn't already been shot, eaten, disintegrated, infected, or whatever that alarm was screaming at them about.
"Good God..." Jonah heard another world's Captain America utter, "Hey! You need to see this. There's something out there and its killed everybody in here, we got to - Lord, and those two went out on their own! Damn it all! We need to fins some way to warn 'em what's coming their way before it's too late."