Is there any chance you'd be willing to place Mari in another city such as Hub City or Dakota? Other than that we have no issues with the sheet or character and rather like it.
Exciting to hear, and that seem fair. Gotham City does seem to be a bit crowded.
However I'll only agree to move Mari to Dakota city if I get to write with @The Bork Lazer. ;)
I've really enjoyed their posts so far and I'm curious to to see what happens with the influx of "Bang Babies" in Dakota City.
Hiya, having PMed the GM, here's a quick pass at Vixen:
C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T P R O P O S A L
V I X E N
M A R I J I W E M C C A B E ♦ W A S T E M A N A G E M E N T ♦ G O T H A M C I T Y ♦ I N D E P E N D E N T
C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:
"It's a dirty job, but someone's gotta do it..."
Vixen has always been a criminally underrated character in the comic book pages and that's something I desperately would like to fix. I plan to free her from the limitations of being perennially cast as a supporting member of the latest group of superheroes and instead I'd like to write a modern story, with all the moral ambiguity that entails, that will allow her to really shine as a solo hero. Dropping some of the more dated aspects of her history, I want to focus on a recently empowered superhero in Gotham City, who's trying to master her newfound powers while embarking upon an unfamiliar career as a vigilante. Propelled forward by her own conscience and the not-so-gentle urgings of the enigmatic Mr. Nancy, Mari seeks to do some good in a city that seems to be rapidly falling apart.
My version of Vixen is not a crime fighting super model with a tragic past involving the death of her mother at the hands of poachers and her father being murdered by her uncle as part of part of a plan to steal a magical totem. Instead, she is a fairly normal young woman, with two living parents, an annoying brother, bills to pay, a boring day job, a cat named Mr. Pebbles, and an apartment the size of closet that she shares with one roommate.
An intelligent, talking spider, that may or may not be the legendary trickster Anansi, a direct connection to the morphogenetic field of Earth that allows her to draw upon the abilities of various animals, and a burgeoning talent for changing her shape are really the most extraordinary things in her otherwise unremarkable life. Which is to say, Mari's life is currently a giant mess of superpowered chaos and mixed feelings.
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:
I'd like to start off small by focusing on Mari's early adventures, rather than playing her as an established and well-connected heroine. To begin with, Mari will simply be trying to establish herself as a proper crime fighter. As a freshly minted superhero, she will still be struggling to master her abilities and going through all the growing pains associated with suddenly realizing that you have superhuman powers. For the first season, I'd like to work on building a solid foundation for Mari to develop in scale as a superhero, eventually allowing her to shift from a friendly neighborhood shapeshifter protecting a couple of city blocks from mundane criminals to someone who can affect greater change and face more powerful villains. I'd also really love to have her engage with some other characters, perhaps as a way for her to pick up some tricks of the trade or at least share the troubles that she'll no doubt be carrying with her as a result of her newfound hobby.
C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:
Supporting Cast:
Anansi – a legendary trickster straight out of Ghanaian folklore. Sometimes a man, sometimes a spider, and sometimes something in between, Mr. Nancy, as Mari knows him, appears at the worst of times to dole out unwelcome advice, razor-sharp quips, and long, educational stories in equal measure. He has named Mari as his charge and claims to be the source of her strange new powers. Mari remains undecided on whether he is real or if she's simply rapidly losing her mind.
Daniel McCabe - Mari's father. A first generation immigrant from Ghana. Daniel speaks with a formal British accent, the product of a post-colonial university education in Accra. He is a bookish account with the gift of gab and a heart of gold (for an accountant). He's never given up hope that Mari will one day follow in his footsteps, picking up the calculator and the pen to defeat the perils of improper tax declarations and corporate overspending.
Anna McCabe (née Li) - Mari's mother, a florist with a green thumb and a pair of always sharp gardening sheers. She is fiercely devoted to her family and the string of misfit pets that she has adopted over the years. Fond of cooking all manner of vegetarian dishes, she has passed on her culinary and horticultural talents to Mari.
Thomas McCabe - Mari's annoyingly successful older brother. Mari calls him a sellout whenever possible. It only seems fair given that he's sold his soul to a pharmaceutical start-up that hardly seems to be operating above the board. Hematologists should strive to do so much more...
S A M P L E P O S T:
"I'm talking to a spider."
"Not just any spider kiddo," The spider riding on her shoulder replied in a low whisper, his voice heavy with barely contained laughter. She'd missed the joke.
"Clearly," Mari irreverently mused as she pondered what form of fatal psychosis she was currently suffering from. Holding her hands in front of her, she stared with wonder at the claws that had replaced her finger nails. She was no psychiatrist, but she was fairly certain you had to be all kinds of crazy to think that you had razor-sharp, feline claws. Talking spiders were a whole other ballgame, but one she didn't want to think about at the moment. The spider, Mr. Nancy, as he called himself, had promised her that she could definitely, probably, cut through steel with her claws. Provided she hit hard enough. As long as she believed. The souped up reflexes that made her feel like she'd just ingested an ungodly amount of Speed were supposed to help. At least in theory. Mari hated the pompous spider already. At least some of the time. She had to admit the cat eyes were pretty cool, she'd always wanted to be able to see in the dark.
"Check yourself, before you wreck yourself, Mari," Nancy teased. "I'm the one that is going to help you make something of yourself. Oh, the chance that I have given you! The power, the unlimited power! You owe me. Be grateful!"
"I don't owe you shit, bug eyes," Mari hissed back, "You're the one that got me into this mess. You're the one who's going to get me killed."
She Flattened herself against the wall of the alley and she fought off the urge to throw up. The smell of several weeks worth of rotting garbage burned her eyes and a puddle of ominous fluid threatened her shoes. Someone had forgotten to bribe the local trash racket. It was a personal tragedy for Mari, given her temporarily enhanced sense of smell. Mr. Nancy had called it a minor problem, a side effect of her inability to fully control her abilities. He'd told her that he expected her to do better next time. He'd alluded to bear claws, shark teeth, and wings. Mari had no idea what he meant. But it felt impossible to refuse him or to shut him out. The spider had a way with words and there was a strange power in the stories that he told her. She could almost feel the webs that he wove in the shadows and the silk strings that pulled at her limbs.
"I can't have my chosen servant wasting her powers. You've got to prove yourself worthy of my gifts. You have to earn my advice."
"You want me to prove myself? To a spider? Couldn't you just have asked me to catch a fly? That seems like something a spider would want to see."
"I'm not a spider. I shouldn't have to keep telling you that. Besides, I have bigger, juicier prey in mind for you, my young friend."
"Did you forget the part where drug dealers have guns, lots of guns?"
"You want help? Then let me tell you a story-"
Mari groaned, wishing for a swift death. It had only been a week, but she was already tired of the chatty spider and what he saw as valuable advice.
"Once upon a time in Gotham, a man, a man far more mundane than you, dressed up like a bat, a giant bat, and fought crime one punch at a time as a nocturnal detective. Now how is that for a story?"
"Yeah, sure, whatever you say Nancy," Mari replied with an unapologetic roll of her eyes. "Next you're going to tell me that's there's a long-lost civilization in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean."
"Well, since you mentioned it..."
"Nancy, just tell me what you want."
"I want you to do the right thing."
"You want me to punch a drug dealer in his stupid face?"
"I want you to punch several drug dealers in their stupid faces."
"Hey Nancy."
"Yeah?"
"Fuck you."
"That's the spirit, Mari. Channel that rage. Now go! There's your chance! Your only chance!" Nancy shouted as the street lights flickered, then suddenly died along with power to most of the city block.
P O S T C A T L O G:
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