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The Strings of Fate
Part I
There was solace; breaths cut gelid and close. Nabu in his ear: guiding him, directing him. The room around him was quiet, he sat in its black; arms folded, he was levitating atop an ankh inscription. He was reaching, searching for the beacon that was the JL tower and more importantly, the souls within. They all appeared as wisps; then in one flash of even dimmer energy, he could see them disappear. There was another disturbance that the group was rushing to, but he could not make out what.
Saban was yet no master of the helm, and in moments such as these--where he knew combat was imminent--he let Nabu nudge him in the right direction. Fate opened his mind to Nabu’s hidden knowledge; he looked for the right spell, blue glyphs flashed before his mind and scrolled along. He found the right set; the ankh found harmony with the picture in his mind’s eye and its golden energies shone bright,
”Fini alahi theuma!” and then those energies encircled him. Where he found himself next was transversing a plane of red, beside him people and places and time all moved compressed, like one congruous and large mirror--each compressed together and linear, but disjointed all the same. He heard words, voices, cries of joy, cries for help, birth, death. And then, mere seconds later, he was there at the tower.
He appeared in a flurry of golden light, his body levitating while vertical, arms at his side. From beneath the helm he saw a ladder and some stragglers from the group who had mostly gone out. To them, he offered his first words as Dr. Fate,
”Forgive the delay. I am Dr. Fate, and today, fate is at your side.”
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Literature. Time to read the great Gatsby. Again. Yay...
I know your pain all too well.
M I L E S M O R A L E S
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? ??, Present Day | 9:30 A.M. | California
A familiar voice hit his ears and he moved his head toward its origin. Sarah! It had been a while since he had seen her last; it was no surprise she would be here, though. It had been a while since he had seen her last; wait, she was here… which meant she was… nice. Now maybe he wouldn’t feel so out of place. No matter how one spun it, having the proportionate powers of a spider was not exactly entertaining at parties and, if Miles was honest, if everyone could see the web shooters when you were trying to do a sneaky magic trick then the illusion was busted.
Gross as it was, the mystery of whether the webs actually came out of his wrists or were mechanical was still something he liked to keep people guessing about. Wait, back on topic; Miles matched Sarah’s perk,
“Sarah! You’re here, too? Nevermind, doesn’t matter--we’re both Avengers? S w e e t.” he shuffled about a little, the strap of the dufflebag was rubbing the flesh of his neck in manners quite uncomfortable,
“I don’t know--do you think they’re ready for us? Actually, no, better question: are you ready?” it sounded good and ominous when he thought about it. When it came out of his mouth, maybe not so much. Miles was searching for his usual confidence--and in the breadth of this fresh adventure, he was dumb.
“--Cause… cause I’m sure ready. I think.” that A was so intimidating. Starstruck wasn’t the phrase to encapsulate what he felt at all; it was something more like numinous.
@Blackstripe Thank you! I read over it all before posting. I love how in-depth the world building you've done is. :D
@Bluetommy I'll definitely check it out, thank you!
-- Should I post my application in this thread? I just noticed there was another tab for characters.
Yeah post it in here for review and once it is reviewed and accepted you can move it to the character's tab (shortened to CS here on the site).
M A R V I N H A Y E S
Civilian Name Marvin Hayes
Origin city/Planet New York
Hometown Las Vegas, Nevada.
Sex Male
Race African American
Height 6'4
Weight 225.
Age 24
Birth Date 10/27/1995
Origin city/Planet New York
Hometown Las Vegas, Nevada.
Sex Male
Race African American
Height 6'4
Weight 225.
Age 24
Birth Date 10/27/1995
T H E M A N
Icon
Three white claw marks against a round, black circular background.
Costumed Personality
As 'The Tiger', Marvin is less brazen than his boxing persona, and he uses his prowess in the ring to aid him in his crimefighting escapades. He is callous and calculated, and often does no[/b][/sub][/sup][/color] speak while the mask is on.
Civilian Personality
Cocky, pompous, arrogant, conceited. Hayes ring persona takes after boxing legends of old, and even outside of the ring he behaves like a celebrity.
T H E T I G E R
Super Abilities
Metahuman
S K I L L S
Fast hands
Hayes' boxing training combined with his metahuman conditioning serve to make his hands blindingly quick.
Master Martial Artist
Even with a background in boxing, Marvin quickly sought out and subsequently mastered a variety of martial arts: Judo, Wudang martial arts, freeform and Greco-Roman wrestling, Taekwondo, Muay Thai, Sambo, Capoeira, Jiu Jitsu, and others.
Engineering
Marvin has always had a penchant for building things and his field experience as a vigilante has only made him better at it. He specializes in building weapons and mechanisms.
P O W E R S
Perfect Equilibrium
There is a reason Hayes has never been knocked off of his feet in a fight--inside the ring or otherwise--his nigh-indefeasible balance. Marvin can maintain his balance with any contortion of the body, regardless of how awkward or unnatural it may be.
Regenerative Durability
Much of Hayes livability is thanks to his extreme healing abilities which allow him to heal normal wounds in several seconds. He can withstand standard caliber gunfire and continue fighting. There is no mortal wound which harms him; he can survive any mortal injury except being reduced to ash. Heavy caliber gunfire and military grade explosives take him a little longer to heal from, but the difference is near negligible. Any means of overloading his cells ability to regenerate (a tall task) or anti-healing technology can hinder this.
Superhuman Strength
Marvin can lift around 900 pounds overhead without much struggle, and one thousand pounds with maximum effort. He rarely outputs this much force on the regular and only exerts himself to such extremes when necessary.
Superhuman Stamina
Marvin can exert himself for up to two days on end without tiring. Beyond this, he must rest for two to three days.
Superhuman Senses
Hayes can see from up to a mile away, and parse a scent from a room of a few hundred. His sense of touch is so that he can feel the slightest changes in the wind and hear distinct voices from several blocks away if he has memorized them.
Superhuman Speed
Marvin’s maximum north-south speed is around seventy miles an hour.
Superhuman Reflexes
Marvin reacts to people and objects in motion at speeds which far exceed Olympic athletes and even ‘peak’ metahumans. He is fast enough to react to things even above his maximum north-south speed threshold and this is truer so if he has anticipated someone’s offensive against him.
Superhuman Agility
Hayes can transition between surfaces with less rigidity than most. His muscles are far more relaxed at all times than is normally possible and his muscles and load and spring at rates which exceed the finest athletes, allowing him to rapidly move side-to-side and up-and-down and over incoming obstacles and objects.
Superhuman Intelligence
More than just a fighter, Hayes has studied engineering for a great portion of his life. His metahuman gene has increased his above-average intelligence to great heights.
Disease and Toxin Immunity
Toxins, resins, gases, alcohol, poison, none of these things effect him as his body filters these out at a rate greater than the substances can settle into his system and bring about any change. He does not get sick.
Effectively Immortal
He ages much slower than normal. Every five chronological years is as one biological year to him. His healing has now advanced so that he has ceased aging altogether and remains in his athletic and physical prime and the biological degradation of his mortal body will not resume unless his healing factor is shut off.
There is a reason Hayes has never been knocked off of his feet in a fight--inside the ring or otherwise--his nigh-indefeasible balance. Marvin can maintain his balance with any contortion of the body, regardless of how awkward or unnatural it may be.
Regenerative Durability
Much of Hayes livability is thanks to his extreme healing abilities which allow him to heal normal wounds in several seconds. He can withstand standard caliber gunfire and continue fighting. There is no mortal wound which harms him; he can survive any mortal injury except being reduced to ash. Heavy caliber gunfire and military grade explosives take him a little longer to heal from, but the difference is near negligible. Any means of overloading his cells ability to regenerate (a tall task) or anti-healing technology can hinder this.
Superhuman Strength
Marvin can lift around 900 pounds overhead without much struggle, and one thousand pounds with maximum effort. He rarely outputs this much force on the regular and only exerts himself to such extremes when necessary.
Superhuman Stamina
Marvin can exert himself for up to two days on end without tiring. Beyond this, he must rest for two to three days.
Superhuman Senses
Hayes can see from up to a mile away, and parse a scent from a room of a few hundred. His sense of touch is so that he can feel the slightest changes in the wind and hear distinct voices from several blocks away if he has memorized them.
Superhuman Speed
Marvin’s maximum north-south speed is around seventy miles an hour.
Superhuman Reflexes
Marvin reacts to people and objects in motion at speeds which far exceed Olympic athletes and even ‘peak’ metahumans. He is fast enough to react to things even above his maximum north-south speed threshold and this is truer so if he has anticipated someone’s offensive against him.
Superhuman Agility
Hayes can transition between surfaces with less rigidity than most. His muscles are far more relaxed at all times than is normally possible and his muscles and load and spring at rates which exceed the finest athletes, allowing him to rapidly move side-to-side and up-and-down and over incoming obstacles and objects.
Superhuman Intelligence
More than just a fighter, Hayes has studied engineering for a great portion of his life. His metahuman gene has increased his above-average intelligence to great heights.
Disease and Toxin Immunity
Toxins, resins, gases, alcohol, poison, none of these things effect him as his body filters these out at a rate greater than the substances can settle into his system and bring about any change. He does not get sick.
Effectively Immortal
He ages much slower than normal. Every five chronological years is as one biological year to him. His healing has now advanced so that he has ceased aging altogether and remains in his athletic and physical prime and the biological degradation of his mortal body will not resume unless his healing factor is shut off.
G A D G E T S
Tiger II
Because Marvin lacks the vast resources of other heroes, he put his study of magic energy and his love for science together and some time between 2020 and the latter half of 2025 he built the second and likely final iteration of the Tiger suit. Using parts of his own DNA and melded with the magic energies he had been studying since March of 2020, Marvin has constructed a suit which heals as rapid as he does and disperses blunt kinetic impact to a minimum. It also offers him great defense against magical attacks.
Weapons
Twin Bio-Kryptonian Blades: Forged from the DNA of the deceased Superman, these bio-engineered swords retain the durability and tensile strength of a full yellow-sun exposed Superman but they also require persistent sunbathing for lest they become brittle. When properly nourished, these blades can cut through most mettle of natural things. They prove less effective against mystical beings.
Civilian Occupation Professional boxer (former).
B I O G R A P H Y
Born in Detroit, Marvin grew up in a lower middle class section of the city. He was not one who had to fight his way through hordes of gangs and unsavory kids to get to and fro to school. As the middle child of four, he and his siblings always had what they needed save having to share the same pair of socks a few times. In school, he hardly got in trouble and he spent much of his time studying; he took a particular interest in mathematics and engineering and soon began building and creating all kinds of tech. It was not until he got into an altercation with boys several years his senior that his interest in boxing piqued.
After being jumped, Marvin began frequenting boxing gyms all over New York. For his size, Hayes excelled in training, but he was small. Unlike many of his peers, Hayes did not grow exponentially while in the throes of puberty. At 5'6 and 190 pounds, and lacking the requisite reflexes and footwork to turn professional, Hayes' boxing aspirations were all but dashed. By the time he was 20, he had grown two inches and put on five pounds. Hayes kept training and gradually he improved--both his footwork and his speed had gotten sharper over the eight years in which he had been training. It was not until his twenty fourth birthday and several amateur fights and later 10 professional fights that his life would change and his dreams become more than gleeful wishes.
November 3rd, 2019; the title fight. "Miraculous" Marvin Hayes faces "The Demon of DC" Christopher Ives. He wins the fight but disobeys the mob in the process.
January 2nd, 2020: Marvin has all but retired from boxing. In fact, he has all but disappeared from public life entirely, his whereabouts unknown.
Febuary-March 2020: An encounter with the New York mafia sees Tiger’s latent metagene awaken and in his time in the shadows he submits himself to the tutelage of longtime boxing coach and friend Uncle Red where he trains in secret to prepare himself for combatting the mob and for putting his new powers to good use.
March 2020: A mysterious new crimefighter emerges naming hiimself “The Tiger” and donning a feline-like mask and insignia. He assists another budding group of heroes in removing the drug Elysium from the streets, but then he disappears yet again for some time.
April-June: In secret, Marvin uses his newfound hyperintelligence to study and attempt to synthesize the magic energies found on the Elysium plane with varying levels of success. He also spends this time building more field-efficient suits and growing his database of other superhumans.
June-September: The Tiger emerges again when the local powerhouse, Superman, begins a triumphant and swift demolishing of crime in New York. Marvin operates underneath the wide berth of a shadow that the Kryptonian casts and he grows his legend in secret, crime in Brooklyn’s Marcy projects and the immediate surrounding area drops to 1%.
September-October: Children begin disappearing in and around Brooklyn because of a mysterious kidnapper. This kidnapper was truly one of legend, the Kinderfresser, a myth of German oral tradition who feeds on bad children. Marvin sends the kids in the Marcy projects to the protection of fellow vigilante Grim in Gotham while he uncovers and deals with the threat.
October 2nd: A near successful attempt is made on his life not long after he is released from jail by two mob hitmen. Marvin is put in the hospital. FBI agent David Ramsey comes to warn Marvin about the disappearing children in his neighborhood. Marvin remains indisposed and the Kinderfresser runs free, kidnapping children in droves; local public opinion turns on the Marvin’s costumed alter-ego while he recoups.
October 10th: The Colombo Family has not ceased its crusade against Hayes and sends one of their finest hitmen, Alessandro Carbone, to finish Marvin off. After a gruesome battle, an injured and still recovering Hayes barely escapes with his life. It is also during the month of October that his identity is discovered.
October 15th-November 31st: Marvin has--despite his body’s telling him otherwise--returned to active duty and viciously tracked the Kinderfresser . With help from forensics agent David Ramirez, Marvin tracks down the Kinderfresser and the two confront one another in the Marcy projects. The ensuing fire and damage sees Marvin sent to jail and left nearly penniless. An attempt on his life is made by the New York mafia, specifically the Colombo Crime Family but
Marvin subdues his attackers. Soon after, bail is posted and hs is acquitted of all charges.
November 31st-December 25th: A renowned hunter and hitman, Nimrod, is hired by the Five Families of New York to kill Hayes. After being unknowingly tracked by the hunter for some time, Marvin is forced to confront Nimrod in a battle which nearly costs him life and limb. Marvin subdues Nimrod but does not kill him and instead frees him, preferring the challenge of being hunted.
End of 2020: Marvin once more goes dark when the Olympian gods invade Earth and the newly formed Justice League battles these Gods and Titans. He spends this time constructing new armor, having finally synthesized symmetry in reproducing re-usable magical “liquid” which he uses to construct a new suit. It is also during this time that Superman is killed in the battle against Cronos in New York and his body suddenly disappears; where it is now is a mystery to all but Hayes.
2026: The world ever changed and with new threats arriving constantly, Hayes has kept up his training and engineering, he has built new weaponry to help keep him afloat in this new world of gods, men, and beasts. Sightings of the renowned Tiger have been few, just as they were when he first arrived on the scene, but with a new shadow threat arising, Hayes is preparing for all out war.
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Nemesis: Nimrod.
Allies: Grim, Arcana, Harris, Stacy.
Team: None.
M I L E S M O R A L E S
L O S A N G E LE S
? ??, Present Day | 9:30 A.M. | California
Miles sat in the back seat; Jefferson, his father, and Gloria, his mother, sat in the front. Mushed beneath luggage: dufflebags, suitcases, laundry baskets, Miles found no comfort and was sitting in quite an awkward position. As they passed through the city, Jefferson turned down the radio and twisted around in the front seat,
“Miles.” Miles had his headphones in, eyes closed.
“Miles!” his eyes shot open, he pulled the earphones out, an eyebrow raised at his father’s beckon. He was sure he had not done anything wrong, though his list of things he had probably done was much longer than he could likely remember.
“S’up?”
“Don’t ‘s’up’ me, boy.”
“Yes, sir!” Miles saluted,
“Miles.” Jefferson’s tone was flat, Miles knew.
“So, this new school you’re going to, I don’t want Tony Stark calling my phone talking about you’ve been acting up, hear me? You ran me and your mother ragged the last time you were in school and if we have to come up here to collect you, neither one of us are going to be happy about it. Understood?”
“Yeah, totally, pop. T-o-t-a-l-l-y.” Miles gave a grin; Jefferson knew the mischief hiding behind that smile.
Gloria added, “And mijo, make sure you call. You don’t want me writing you letters all the time, do you?” Miles was shaking his head frantically in the back; in a nest of peers, recieving letters from one’s mother was rife for becoming the hind of many jokes and many cruel pranks,
“Do you?” she re-iterated, an eyebrow raised,
“No. No letters… no giftbaskets with flowers and roses either” he muttered,
“Excuse me?” nothing was hid from Gloria Morales. Nothing.
“I didn’t say anything.” the car pulled up to the facility.
Miles uncorked himself from the puzzle that was the luggage between which he was trapped and threw the dufflebag strap over his shoulder so it sat at his hip; he grabbed one of the suitcases and pushed the door nearest the curb open where he stepped out and gazed over the gleaming facility. From the front seat his father and mother exited; his father grabbed one of the suitcases and handed it to his son. Gloria hugged and kissed her son,
“Be safe,” then Jefferson came around and finished the departing gestures with a firm hug. He patted Miles on the back a few times, Miles’ hands were indisposed with suitcases otherwise he would have hugged back. Jefferson kissed Miles on his forehead,
“Remember what I said. Don’t make me come up here, boy!” a smile,
Gloria waved Miles off, “Well, go go! Go have fun!” both his parents got in the car and sped off at a pace which made Miles believe they had been desperately waiting for this day for months. There was but smoke and screeching tires.
“Wow, love you guys, too.” he coughed, exhaust smoke aggravating his lungs. He turned and faced the looming Avengers facility with the large A imprinted on the front,
“Well… here goes nothing.”
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Thank you! You guys all seem really nice already! I'll join the Discord once I'm on my laptop ^^. Just as a warning though, I'm not much of a talker on there (I'm actually really shy and nervous to, sorry \(>///<)/ ) so if I'm really quiet on there, that's why.
Also, where would be a good place to jump in, or should I just make an introductory post and go from there?
just do an introductory post and go from there
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