An Outsider

Young Justice 2020

The Wolf's attack was relentless, as steady and as unyielding as the encroaching winter cold. Even injured as it was, Fate could not stop it, only slow it. Magical shields crumbled under the torrent of blows that the Wolf would deliver, breaking under heavy sweeps of bestial arms. Nature had created the Wolf to hunt, and no force in the universe could stop it after it had scented it's prey. Not the half remembered memories of friendship, not the begging of Fate, not the man within Fenrir, desperately trying to wrest control back from the Wolf. This would end only one way. . .

You are a monster. We know it, you know it. Why fight it?

The last magical shield shattered into a million brilliant specs of light that danced in the air, a beautiful yet grim juxtaposition for the ugly savagery that caused it. Fate was spent, the Wolf wasting no time in pressing home its advantage. The pain the Wolf was suffering was still clouding it's mind, a Godsend for Fate as the bestial monstrosity ignored a kill strike, the big lupine head darting forward, heavy jaws clamping down on the sorcerers arm with bone-crunching force. Fate's pained screams rang out, echoing through the base that was now strangely silent. The man trapped within the Wolf railed against his constraints placed upon him by the beast, desperate to regain control of his shared conscience before it was too late for his friend. Before it was too late for him.

The jaws tightened. Fate screamed louder. Only one way this could end. Have to fight it.

The screams stopped suddenly, the Wolf's jaws meeting a strange resistance, as if it was no longer in full control. The beast, releasing it's hold on Fate's arm, tried to claw wildly but it's limbs felt heavy and leaden. The Wolf, unused to being denied, began to lash out ever more wildly, struggling to comprehend why it wasn't moving as it should. Slowly a brilliant gold light enveloped him, its limbs now refusing to move at all. The pain from its wounds began to disappear, but the Wolf did not calm. It was afraid of what this portended. Animals have a heightened awareness of all things mystical and It realised quicker than the man what was happening. Then the voice thundered inside his head.

You are lucky Magnus Boyle. Lucky my host has petitioned for your life. I would have put you down, as one should when confronted with a rabid dog.

Magnus. A name he hadn't used in so long. . . so very, very long. But who was this strange, booming voice in his head, and how they know who he was? The only people who knew that Magnus was Fenrir were either long dead or disappeared into the wind, hiding from their crimes and the repercussions that would surely follow them. He didn't get very long to ponder this though, as the golden light blanketing him intensified, and with it an indescribable feeling of relief, like the feeling of finally managing to scratch and itch that had been tormenting you for weeks. The light shone so bright that the Wolfman felt that he was blind. He tried to raise his hand to his face but he couldn't even see that. A strange sensation tickled his spine, his legs, his arms, his entire body.

Slowly the light dimmed, and as it decreased his vision returned, not that he believed his eyes. His hand, still held in front of his face, was not the one that he remembered. Long, clawed hands had been replaced by soft pinkish ones, the fingers long and strong. He looked down in disbelief to see normal human legs leading to normal human feet.

I. . . I don't believe it. . .

His wonderment was short lived though, after he spotted the prone form of Fate. The former Wolfman fell to his comrades side, the horrible realisation that it was his fault chasing away his short-lived joy at his new found humanity.

"Fate. . . " He whispered, a cold dread gripping him "Fate" More forcibly now, but still no response.

"Somebody help. HELP!"

Justice League

So essentially we could do with a Wonder Woman to round out the big three. . .

Justice League

That's my full Aquaman cs up.

And that Green Lantern Cs is badass. Like a Glaswegian Guy Gardner!

The Marauders

Ha I probably could just make another post of Rane speaking to himself, and still keep it in character!

Justice League

Aquaman

Superhero Name: Aquaman

Civilian Identity: Arthur Curry/Orin

Appearance:


Powers and Abilities: Water adapted physiology grants him superhuman strength, endurance, durability, reflexes, agility, healing and senses. Enhanced swimming speed. Marine telepathy that grants the ability to communicate with sea life. Able to speak and understand any language on earth thanks to telepathic abilities.

Exceptional martial artist, having been trained in Atlantean combat techniques, and trained with the Justice League. Has mastered both unarmed fighting and the use of his Trident in combat. Natural leadership abilities, as well as a mind for tactics, strategy, politics and statecraft. Atlantean royalty, which grants him diplomatic immunity while on land.
Weapon of choice is his Trident (crafted by the first king of Atlantis) It's indestructible, and able to hurt even the toughest of opponents, or cut through the sturdiest of barriers. Said to be the most powerful among a set of Atlantean weapons, Aquaman is always carrying it with him as a symbol of his authority and a deadly weapon if the need arises.

Biography: Born Arthur Curry to an American human lighthouse keeper of Amnesty Bay named Tom Curry and an Atlanna, of the Royal family of Atlantis, Aquaman has long struggled with his mixed origins. Tom was forced to raise his son alone as Atlanna left the family to sit the throne of Atlantis when the Arthur was still a babe. Although he always knew who his mother was and of the responsibilities of that necessitated her leaving him, it still hurt Arthur that she had abandoned him.

As he grew, so to did his powers. Tom, though he loved his son dearly, was ill equipped to handle this situation, so he called in an expert. Dr Stephen Shin was one of the world premier marine biologists, but had been discredited after real easing a thesis on the supposed existence of an underwater kingdom named Atlantis. Shin was ecstatic when Tom introduced him to his son. Arthur was living proof of Atlantis. Although the Dr helped the Curry's he was also gathering intel to prove his previous statements.

Arthur's world is turned upside down when his father is attacked and killed by a mystery assailant. Days later, almost before he has even had a chance to grieve, Shin reveals his research on Arthur to the world. The media instantly begin to humiliate Arthur, sarcastically calling him 'Aquaman' in reference to what they see as his useless powers. Arthur, hurt and betrayed by the surface world after these events, abandons it. He enters the seas, intending to find Atlantis.

Years later he resurfaces, a changed man. Now king of Atlantis, he joins several other heroes to repulse the forces of Darkseid and form the iteration of the Justice League.

While a celebrated hero in his own right Aquaman still finds himself the butt of many jokes. While he tries not to let other people's small mindedness bother him he does occasionally find the lack of respect irksome and insulting, especially after all the good he tries to do.

the Green Lantern Corps iCheck

I was thinking of someone that came from a world that is very much like earth, but one that looks like a sort of medieval fantasy world. Think Game of Thrones or The First Law trilogy. Basically he would be completely overwhelmed by all the technology he see's, and have to rationalise it as magic.

Anyway, can you think of any canon DC worlds like that KL, or will I just make one up?

Cheers, Sam

Young Justice 2020

Guys, I'm not going to lie...

I'm totally gonna eat Fate

Young Justice 2020

Fenrir burst from the wreckage like a devil clawing his way up from hell, screaming and roaring, the sounds ragged like his vocal chords were strained almost to breaking, full of anger and fury and pain. The wolfman looked to be in terrible shape. His fur was matted in wet, slick, blood, either from the fight with Deathstroke or due to the roof collapsing on him. His right ear had been torn half off, now only hanging on by a loose flap of skin. His left arm was bent at an unnatural angle, the healing process already beginning to knit the bone back into its new and unwieldy shape. The worst by far though was a six inch wide broken section of steel that had speared straight through his chest, breaking two ribs and tearing through a lung, before protruding out of his back.

The only time he had suffered pain like this was when he had been kept in the white rooms when the scientists had done their tests on him, eager to find out what his limits were. They had poked and prodded, stabbed and cut, all in the name of research, while Granny had overseen them all. All just to see what their new soldier could handle.

The fact that he had suffered such before did not mean that he was eager to suffer it again though. The pain was almost unbearable, far too much for the man too handle. He retreated into himself, hoping that he would be able to escape the pain by burrowing deep into his sub-conscious. This left the beast in charge, and the beast was no more equipped to handle the pain than he. Worse, in fact, as now there was no intelligence to reason away the trauma.

The beast could think of no answer to alleviate its suffering, other than to lash out savagely at those he believed to have caused it. A moment of searching revealed several people in close proximity, some already fallen but others were standing, surrounded by flames and destruction. Pain-crazed eyes locked on the closest was dressed in gold and blue armour, gesturing at the beast with both hands. The beast clambered out of the remnants of the rubble, spitting and snarling at every ache in his body. The beast released a blood curdling howl, charging quickly at Fate despite his wounds, intending to tear his friend apart limb from limb.

Young Marvel: Future Perfect

Horribly funny.

Young Marvel: Future Perfect

Hillan said
Doom sympathisers are wrecking shit.We're wrecking them.James has a hockey mask and a suit, and he's delivering sweet-ass Axe-kicks.

I was thinking that if James has a hockey mask on, wouldn't it be funny if one of the heroes mistook him for a Doom sympathiser and attacked him. . .