Well I was wondering if I'd be able to play the 'shadowy protector of New York'?
If you enjoyed it then there's another novel out there called Soon I Will Be Invincible by Austin Grossman. Its worth a read if you ever see it.
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Ever had that moment were you've just lost a battle of wills with your dog and think to yourself, "maybe I should be the one sleeping on the floor"? I have. It's oddly liberating.
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My Lit Lecturer used Matt Fraction's Hawkeye run to display the effect of narratology in class today. It's the first thing he's spoken about all term that I've actually read.
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How good is the Punisher in Netflix's Daredevil series? "Just some guys who are about to walk into a diner for the last time." That line is so manly it could make a toddler sprout a beard.
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The Justice League trailer is giving me mixed emotions. On the one hand, I desperately want to get hyped. On the other, Snyder and co have burnt me too many times in the past. I'm a conflicted mess.
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What? The Lethal Weapon tv show isn't utter garbage at all, instead being an enjoyable watch. What the fuck is the world coming to?
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I end of getting a lot of the trades from Amazon, which I really shouldn't. I always feel I should be supporting the local outlets.
Never read any Demon Knights, they released another one after the new52 though I think, though how good it is I couldn't say.
Never read any Demon Knights, they released another one after the new52 though I think, though how good it is I couldn't say.
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This is a very intriguing concept.
Have you ever read a book titled 'Wearing the cape' MrDidact? It has a similar idea to what you've outlined, at least in broad strokes.
Have you ever read a book titled 'Wearing the cape' MrDidact? It has a similar idea to what you've outlined, at least in broad strokes.
Rin said
I guess it's easier to get them down near Edinburgh, huh? XD Although I tend to only really get trades anyways, since I kind of prefer those. ^^;
Oh yeah! I live north of Inverness, and we've only got a small comic book shop in the town. I was down in Glasgow about a month ago and spent about three hours in the forbidden planet there, it was like my Mecca. . . The girlfriend got mighty pissed at me though, she thought her clothes shopping was more important!
clanjos said
Aquaman was never NOT badass.I'll just say that I dislike the New 52 for getting rid of all the series I was enjoying reading.
I got lucky to be honest, I was only really reading Grant Morrison's batman run before flashpoint, and that's still pretty much intact.
LastLfan said
Speaking of aquaman's bio I hope your cool with how I interact with aquaman, I'm going off new 52 where aquaman and green arrow met on the island and can't stand each other
That's cool. I come from the North of Scotland, so struggle to get up to date comics. I read them by the trade, so I know Aquaman isn't GA's biggest fan, but didn't know why.
Lost Cause said
I actually thought playing her as Spoiler would be less obtrusive.
You could still play as Spoiler, but YOUR idea of Spoiler. Your Spoiler doesn't necessarily have to be Stephanie Brown, or she could be Steph but not be the daughter of Cluemaster. I just mixed and matched parts of Aquaman's bios too get what I wanted. I'd say do the same, cause less face it, amongst all the stellar storylines out there in comicdom, there is just as much crap that doesn't make sense.
Hey guys, sorry about the long post.
Franklin gave him a hard look, obviously trying to shame Faen for refusing to get his hands dirty. Faen grinned again and shrugged. Still, Franklin did move off to help the guests, so he couldn't have been too bent outta shape about it. There are thinkers in this world, and there are those that do the stuff that thinkers don't want to do. I'm afraid it's pretty obvious which category we each fall into Frankie baby.
A high pitched scream rang through Faen's head as soon as Franklin moved off though. Gods, how inconsiderate. A man can hardly hear his own brilliant thoughts here. Spinning, the Lokison spotted an incredibly good looking blonde woman in an obscenely short red dress and six inch heels being harassed by another Doom-lite. Faen scanned the area, looking for any other heroes who might be able to intervene, but everyone seemed to be busy. Typical, never a hero when you need one. Guess this looks like a job for Prince Faen Lokison, however much I don't want it.
"Help me! help me!" screamed the woman, but the Doom-lite had a tight grip on her now, and wasn't letting go anytime soon. Faen sauntered over at a steady pace, but his heart was beating a tattoo in his chest. Gods, he hated getting involved. Despite the fact that with his mixed human-Jotun heritage he was more than likely one of the physically strongest beings at the party, he still hated being involved I any kind of fight. Still, when fair maidens are in trouble it falls to the brave knights to save them. How unfortunate for this maiden then that she has to make due with a roguish scoundrel for a rescuer then.
"Firrre!" she began to scream, obviously thinking the NYFD where her only hope now. Faen was directly behind the two now, both still too preoccupied in making a scene too have noticed him.
"Fire?" opened the Lokison quizzically, "I don't see any fire. Don't smell any either." The Doom-lite had released his grip on his would-be victim now, and took one menacing step towards Faen, holding a fist up in what must have been supposed to be a threatening gesture but came across as looking vaguely moronic.
"Look kid, I ain't in the moo. . ." began the badguy. Hackneyed threat incoming. Deploy witty rejoinder and countermeasures.
"Oh wait, now I see the fire." smirked Faen, clicking his fingers. There was a satisfying crack, but what was more satisfying was when the Doom-lites trousers burst into mystic flames. The villain took a few seconds to realise why it had just gotten so hot in the room, but when he did he gave off one of the girliest screams Faen had ever heard. The Prince began to laugh uncontrollably as the Doom-lite sprinted through the party, heading straight for the bathrooms. Finally Faen managed to calm himself enough to look for the woman he had saved, who was now huddled in the corner. She still looked terrified.
"You're safe now. The party's clear enough for you to escape." Said Faen, striking what he thought was a heroic pose. The woman clambered to her feet and rushed up to him, grabbing his hand and shaking it furiously.
"You're Kid Loki aren't you, thank you, thank you." gushed the woman, but Faen's face had fallen. Gods, how he hated that name! You get caught in one viral video and you can never live it down.
"My name is Faen, ok, just Faen. . . Or the Prince, I suppose. . . or Prince Faen, and I suppose the Lokiso . . . Look I've got a lot of names, but Kid Loki is most definitely not one of them!" he said, the exasperation evident in his voice. She looked like she hardly noticed, and Faen waved her towards the exit. The woman tottered away, swaying drunkenly on her high heels. The Prince sighed heavily as she turned to wave to him.
"Try taking the heels off." he offered half heartedly. She pulled one off mid step, then did an awkward stotter out the door.
"Thanks Kid Loki." he heard her shout.
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"Well I'm afraid you look an awful lot like Loki sir, so I've got to ask these questions to make sure you don't pose a future risk. It's nothing personal, we just wanted to get a few things straightened out. Now lets take it from the top, why were you at the Baxter building tonight" stated the S.H.I.E.L.D agent who had been boring Faen to tears with the same questions for almost twenty minutes now. S.H.I.E.L.D had arrived on the scene after the fight, no use at all as per norm, and instead of giving Faen a medal for his fearless contributions to the fight had the audacity to question his intentions for being there. I can see it in your beady little eyes, thought the Prince as he glared at the agent, You're just begging for a reason to throw me in shackles and ship me off to the raft.
"Well I'm afraid you look awful lot like a monkey, but I'm not demanding to know if you 'agents' sit around the office flinging poop at each other while you should be doing your jobs." snarked Faen, who's temper was starting to get the best of him.
A high pitched scream rang through Faen's head as soon as Franklin moved off though. Gods, how inconsiderate. A man can hardly hear his own brilliant thoughts here. Spinning, the Lokison spotted an incredibly good looking blonde woman in an obscenely short red dress and six inch heels being harassed by another Doom-lite. Faen scanned the area, looking for any other heroes who might be able to intervene, but everyone seemed to be busy. Typical, never a hero when you need one. Guess this looks like a job for Prince Faen Lokison, however much I don't want it.
"Help me! help me!" screamed the woman, but the Doom-lite had a tight grip on her now, and wasn't letting go anytime soon. Faen sauntered over at a steady pace, but his heart was beating a tattoo in his chest. Gods, he hated getting involved. Despite the fact that with his mixed human-Jotun heritage he was more than likely one of the physically strongest beings at the party, he still hated being involved I any kind of fight. Still, when fair maidens are in trouble it falls to the brave knights to save them. How unfortunate for this maiden then that she has to make due with a roguish scoundrel for a rescuer then.
"Firrre!" she began to scream, obviously thinking the NYFD where her only hope now. Faen was directly behind the two now, both still too preoccupied in making a scene too have noticed him.
"Fire?" opened the Lokison quizzically, "I don't see any fire. Don't smell any either." The Doom-lite had released his grip on his would-be victim now, and took one menacing step towards Faen, holding a fist up in what must have been supposed to be a threatening gesture but came across as looking vaguely moronic.
"Look kid, I ain't in the moo. . ." began the badguy. Hackneyed threat incoming. Deploy witty rejoinder and countermeasures.
"Oh wait, now I see the fire." smirked Faen, clicking his fingers. There was a satisfying crack, but what was more satisfying was when the Doom-lites trousers burst into mystic flames. The villain took a few seconds to realise why it had just gotten so hot in the room, but when he did he gave off one of the girliest screams Faen had ever heard. The Prince began to laugh uncontrollably as the Doom-lite sprinted through the party, heading straight for the bathrooms. Finally Faen managed to calm himself enough to look for the woman he had saved, who was now huddled in the corner. She still looked terrified.
"You're safe now. The party's clear enough for you to escape." Said Faen, striking what he thought was a heroic pose. The woman clambered to her feet and rushed up to him, grabbing his hand and shaking it furiously.
"You're Kid Loki aren't you, thank you, thank you." gushed the woman, but Faen's face had fallen. Gods, how he hated that name! You get caught in one viral video and you can never live it down.
"My name is Faen, ok, just Faen. . . Or the Prince, I suppose. . . or Prince Faen, and I suppose the Lokiso . . . Look I've got a lot of names, but Kid Loki is most definitely not one of them!" he said, the exasperation evident in his voice. She looked like she hardly noticed, and Faen waved her towards the exit. The woman tottered away, swaying drunkenly on her high heels. The Prince sighed heavily as she turned to wave to him.
"Try taking the heels off." he offered half heartedly. She pulled one off mid step, then did an awkward stotter out the door.
"Thanks Kid Loki." he heard her shout.
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"Well I'm afraid you look an awful lot like Loki sir, so I've got to ask these questions to make sure you don't pose a future risk. It's nothing personal, we just wanted to get a few things straightened out. Now lets take it from the top, why were you at the Baxter building tonight" stated the S.H.I.E.L.D agent who had been boring Faen to tears with the same questions for almost twenty minutes now. S.H.I.E.L.D had arrived on the scene after the fight, no use at all as per norm, and instead of giving Faen a medal for his fearless contributions to the fight had the audacity to question his intentions for being there. I can see it in your beady little eyes, thought the Prince as he glared at the agent, You're just begging for a reason to throw me in shackles and ship me off to the raft.
"Well I'm afraid you look awful lot like a monkey, but I'm not demanding to know if you 'agents' sit around the office flinging poop at each other while you should be doing your jobs." snarked Faen, who's temper was starting to get the best of him.
Name: Christopher Roberts
Alias: Phoenix
Age: 19
Powers: Peak physical and mental conditioning. Genus level intellect. Skilled hand to hand combatant. Various hi tech gadgets to supplement his combat skills. Skilled in the use of stealth. Access to a vast fortune.
Weaknesses: Normal human weaknesses. Relative inexperience at the hero game. Cocky.
Personality: cynical, brave, analytical
Enemies: The Reaper, highly trained mercenary who specialises in hand to hand combat, full black combat gear with a skull-like mask and a hi-tech hand scythe.
Dr Whitechapel, misongystic-knife nut-surgeon who dabbles in the occult, well dressed, black tophat, black great cloak, sideburns.
Hometown: New York
How long in Astro City: two weeks
Hero Experience: 3 years
Appearance:
similar to the above except for a few key differences. The head piece doesn't have the chin flaps, instead having two red pieces around the eyes that wrap around the head to form a winged head dress, kind of like a mix of hawk-woman's helmet and batman's ears. The inside of the cape is red. The colours of the chest piece are reversed, with a large, flaming red bird logo, a mix of the DCAU nightwing emblem and Jean Greys Phoenix. The belt would be black and red, with several utility compartments.
BRIEF Bio: Chris Roberts was born to inherit a heroic legacy, he just never knew it.
The last Phoenix first fought the good fight during the second world war. The result of multi millionaire Jonathan Valiant self funded experimentation in creating a superhuman weapon to fight crime. Jonathan's first and only test subject was himself, as he deemed the process too dangerous to put anyone else through it. The Phoenix spent several decades fighting crime, but slowly came to realise that he was not immortal, and needed to find a successor. He, and his partner Ambrose Richards, The Highwayman, found a like minded woman, Mary Roberts, an ex-military woman. Together they created Chris, a genetically engineered peak human. Chris was supposed to take over his fathers role in crime fighting, but Jonathan disappeared before he was born. Ambrose took over Jonathans company, Valiant enterprises, and he and Mary decided it wasn't right for them to force Christopher into a life of their choosing. Mary raised him in New York, with Ambrose becoming his Godfather and part time guardian. Although they didn't tell him of his one time destiny they both trained him in the skills he would need if he chose to become a hero in secret. shortly before his sixteenth birthday Christopher stepped in to stop a gang from mugging an elderly woman. Chris won the fight, but was severely injured. After this it was decided that Mary and Ambrose should reveal his lineage to him, and offer him the chance to become a hero. He accepted, taking up the mantle of the Phoenix, with Ambrose's help. Chris has faced off with two of his most terrible foes already, the deadly Reaper, an insane French mercenary who is obsessed with the idea that it his divine mission to bring death to those who's time has come, and the brilliant Dr Whitechapel, who was at one time called Jack the Ripper. Whitechapel, though not presenting the same physical threat as The Reaper, is a much more dangerous foe as he was the head geneticist who worked on Chris in the womb, so knows the Phoenix's true identity.
The Dr has recently proven just how dangerous he can be when he murdered Christophers mother. Chris and Ambrose have received word that Whitechapel has fled to Astro city, so the Phoenix has chased him there.
Notes: Ambrose and Chris have spread the word that the Phoenix is unkillable, and that every time he falls he will simply rise again. A valuable misdirection when dealing with the criminal underbelly, this also leads some to believe that Chris is the same man who originally wore the mantle of the Phoenix.
Alias: Phoenix
Age: 19
Powers: Peak physical and mental conditioning. Genus level intellect. Skilled hand to hand combatant. Various hi tech gadgets to supplement his combat skills. Skilled in the use of stealth. Access to a vast fortune.
Weaknesses: Normal human weaknesses. Relative inexperience at the hero game. Cocky.
Personality: cynical, brave, analytical
Enemies: The Reaper, highly trained mercenary who specialises in hand to hand combat, full black combat gear with a skull-like mask and a hi-tech hand scythe.
Dr Whitechapel, misongystic-knife nut-surgeon who dabbles in the occult, well dressed, black tophat, black great cloak, sideburns.
Hometown: New York
How long in Astro City: two weeks
Hero Experience: 3 years
Appearance:
similar to the above except for a few key differences. The head piece doesn't have the chin flaps, instead having two red pieces around the eyes that wrap around the head to form a winged head dress, kind of like a mix of hawk-woman's helmet and batman's ears. The inside of the cape is red. The colours of the chest piece are reversed, with a large, flaming red bird logo, a mix of the DCAU nightwing emblem and Jean Greys Phoenix. The belt would be black and red, with several utility compartments.
BRIEF Bio: Chris Roberts was born to inherit a heroic legacy, he just never knew it.
The last Phoenix first fought the good fight during the second world war. The result of multi millionaire Jonathan Valiant self funded experimentation in creating a superhuman weapon to fight crime. Jonathan's first and only test subject was himself, as he deemed the process too dangerous to put anyone else through it. The Phoenix spent several decades fighting crime, but slowly came to realise that he was not immortal, and needed to find a successor. He, and his partner Ambrose Richards, The Highwayman, found a like minded woman, Mary Roberts, an ex-military woman. Together they created Chris, a genetically engineered peak human. Chris was supposed to take over his fathers role in crime fighting, but Jonathan disappeared before he was born. Ambrose took over Jonathans company, Valiant enterprises, and he and Mary decided it wasn't right for them to force Christopher into a life of their choosing. Mary raised him in New York, with Ambrose becoming his Godfather and part time guardian. Although they didn't tell him of his one time destiny they both trained him in the skills he would need if he chose to become a hero in secret. shortly before his sixteenth birthday Christopher stepped in to stop a gang from mugging an elderly woman. Chris won the fight, but was severely injured. After this it was decided that Mary and Ambrose should reveal his lineage to him, and offer him the chance to become a hero. He accepted, taking up the mantle of the Phoenix, with Ambrose's help. Chris has faced off with two of his most terrible foes already, the deadly Reaper, an insane French mercenary who is obsessed with the idea that it his divine mission to bring death to those who's time has come, and the brilliant Dr Whitechapel, who was at one time called Jack the Ripper. Whitechapel, though not presenting the same physical threat as The Reaper, is a much more dangerous foe as he was the head geneticist who worked on Chris in the womb, so knows the Phoenix's true identity.
The Dr has recently proven just how dangerous he can be when he murdered Christophers mother. Chris and Ambrose have received word that Whitechapel has fled to Astro city, so the Phoenix has chased him there.
Notes: Ambrose and Chris have spread the word that the Phoenix is unkillable, and that every time he falls he will simply rise again. A valuable misdirection when dealing with the criminal underbelly, this also leads some to believe that Chris is the same man who originally wore the mantle of the Phoenix.
Aquaman had reached the Metropolis harbour in near record time, hastened by a grim foreboding. In his long and varied experience with the League, extra-terrestrial visitors never made the long trip to earth just to visit, there was always some ulterior motive. Look at Darkseid, Starro, or Despero. No, for some reason earth seemed to serve as some sort of beacon for would be cosmic conquerors. But at least they're always kind enough to attack Metropolis first, saves the worlds most powerful protector from having to travel far to meet them.
He emerged from the water with a burst, landing upon the wooden pier. A couple fishermen gasped at his entrance, but most people on the docks attention was fixated on the giant alien spacecraft that was hovering above the city. Aquaman, his gaze fixed and his jaw set, placed his feet apart, took a short running start then leaped high, his advanced physiology propelling him high through the skies. You could say he was leaping tall buildings in a single bound, but Clark always got a touch prickly when someone else used his lines.
"Justice Leagues being called in, looks like this is pretty serious." said one of the the fishermen on the dock, after Aquaman no more than a speck on the horizon. His jaded tone said that being a citizen of Metropolis had long since acclimatised him to scenes of such as these.
"You kidding me" answered his buddy, an edge of irritation to his voice "That's just Aquaman. They wouldn't be calling him if there was anything seriously wrong, that guy just talks to fish, he'd get his ass kicked. They might as well have phoned up Ambush Bug." This began a spirited debate of who would win in a fight, Aquaman or Ambush Bug, while the two men completely ignored the danger hovering above their city. If Arthur had heard them he would have seriously considered turning back to Atlantis and leaving these idiots to their fate.
A few more super-powered leaps and Aquaman had arrived at ground zero, landing atop a flat roofed building, close to were the unmistakable Bat-Plane was hovering. Leaping wasn't the most glamorous way to travel, but it was effective. The ship had transformed to a giant, sinister looking robot by this point, but appeared to have done very little damage, which was curious. There was a downed helicopter, but no other signs of chaos. In fact many pedestrians were milling on the streets, pointing at the robotic visitor or taking pictures. Arthur grimaced at the crowds, thinking that if anything was to go wrong then they were taking needless risks. That was the problem with Metropolis though, it wasn't only Clark who thought he was invincible in this city. Putting thoughts their safety to the back of his mind for now, Aquaman touched the large 'A' at the front of his belt, activating his communicator and opening a channel to the other leaguers in attendance.
"Aquaman is on scene. Any idea of what we're dealing with yet? Batman? Superman?" Of anyone in attendance, they were the two most likely to know what they were dealing with seeing as Green Lantern hadn't arrived yet.
He emerged from the water with a burst, landing upon the wooden pier. A couple fishermen gasped at his entrance, but most people on the docks attention was fixated on the giant alien spacecraft that was hovering above the city. Aquaman, his gaze fixed and his jaw set, placed his feet apart, took a short running start then leaped high, his advanced physiology propelling him high through the skies. You could say he was leaping tall buildings in a single bound, but Clark always got a touch prickly when someone else used his lines.
"Justice Leagues being called in, looks like this is pretty serious." said one of the the fishermen on the dock, after Aquaman no more than a speck on the horizon. His jaded tone said that being a citizen of Metropolis had long since acclimatised him to scenes of such as these.
"You kidding me" answered his buddy, an edge of irritation to his voice "That's just Aquaman. They wouldn't be calling him if there was anything seriously wrong, that guy just talks to fish, he'd get his ass kicked. They might as well have phoned up Ambush Bug." This began a spirited debate of who would win in a fight, Aquaman or Ambush Bug, while the two men completely ignored the danger hovering above their city. If Arthur had heard them he would have seriously considered turning back to Atlantis and leaving these idiots to their fate.
A few more super-powered leaps and Aquaman had arrived at ground zero, landing atop a flat roofed building, close to were the unmistakable Bat-Plane was hovering. Leaping wasn't the most glamorous way to travel, but it was effective. The ship had transformed to a giant, sinister looking robot by this point, but appeared to have done very little damage, which was curious. There was a downed helicopter, but no other signs of chaos. In fact many pedestrians were milling on the streets, pointing at the robotic visitor or taking pictures. Arthur grimaced at the crowds, thinking that if anything was to go wrong then they were taking needless risks. That was the problem with Metropolis though, it wasn't only Clark who thought he was invincible in this city. Putting thoughts their safety to the back of his mind for now, Aquaman touched the large 'A' at the front of his belt, activating his communicator and opening a channel to the other leaguers in attendance.
"Aquaman is on scene. Any idea of what we're dealing with yet? Batman? Superman?" Of anyone in attendance, they were the two most likely to know what they were dealing with seeing as Green Lantern hadn't arrived yet.
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