An Outsider

Teen Titans: Divided We Fall

I think I can manage, if @BlackSam3091's happy to be Co-GM.

@GreenGrenade

Be the Robin to your Batman? Damn son, just show me where to sign!

Teen Titans: Divided We Fall

I find myself at a bit of an impasse where I don't have the time to properly GM this RP anymore, nor is it inactive enough to just shut down. As such, I'm wondering if anyone would be interested in GMing this RP in my absence until I have time to commit once again.

@BlackSam3091, @GreenGrenade, and @King Kindred, you three would be among the first I would think of for taking over as GM.

@Lord Wraith

Hrmm, not a big fan of GMing, as you know. I can hack being a Co-GM, if @GreenGrenade wants to take the big seat?

In fact, who's still here.

@Hillan, @Cubix, @Nightrunner, @Mugin, @FacePunch, @SugarRush, @Weird Tales, @G3njii, what do you guys think of this situation?

Fandoms I am Currently Craving (updated)

For the Dragon Age I'd like to play an OC that I've had in mind for a while, but every time I try to use him rl conspires to stop me. He's a Chasind warrior, who's been forced to abandon his home because of the blight, and so joins the King Cailan's army in the effort to drive off the darkspawn. He'd be a rough-around the edges barbarian type, an accomplished raider and warrior to his own people, but appear nothing more than an uncouth and unwashed nuisance to the civilised peoples.

As for Daredevil I'd be the eponymous hero. You mentioned only really being familiar with the TV show, which works fine with me.

What characters do you have in mind?

Fandoms I am Currently Craving (updated)

I'd be interested in a Dragon Age or Daredevil pairing.

Maximum Comics: Dawn of Justice | REBRANDING - PLEASE STAY TUNED

I don't miss.

| Identity |

Floyd Lawton
Deadshot
The Worlds Deadliest Marksman

| Origin & Backstory |

Deadshot; Origins

Deadshot was born Floyd Lawton, the son of Genvieve and George Lawton, brother to Edward. The Lawton's were an 'old money' family, and the children wanted for nothing. Nothing except the love of their parents, that is, who were always too busy hating each other to show their children any kind of parental affection.

Neither Genvieve nor George could remember the cause of the schism between them, though to be perfectly honest neither really cared either. They were to involved in their petty struggle with each other to waste time worrying about the cause.

Things came to a head when Floyd was in his teen years. His mother attempted to manipulate Floyd into murdering his father, thinking that her unruly second son would be easy putty to mould, however he proved indifferent to his parents squabbles, and refused to become involved. Unfortunately Edward overheard his mothers false entreaties, and took it upon himself to put an end to his father's excesses. He took his fathers hunting rifle, and made a vow to kill the old man.

Floyd found out about his brothers plan, and went to stop him, not for any love he felt for his father, but because he didn't want Edward to throw his life away because of his mothers trickery. He confronted Edward just as he cornered George in the families conservatory, and tried to wrest the rifle from his brother. The scuffle turned chaotic though, and in the confusion bullets were fired. In the aftermath George was left paralyzed and Edward was killed.

Despite the horrific and sadly avoidable nature of the death, the Lawton's dealt with it in house, refusing the allow the police to interfere with their family's misadventures. Floyd, disgusted with his parents and himself, left the family home, and after a year of aimless wandering, joined the United States Army Rangers. Despite normally lacking a true respect for authority and anything resembling a real patriotic drive, Lawton thrived in the military, if only because he was still in a kind of PTSD fugue state, and gave himself over entirely to his training, like an automatron with no other functions.

In his short time with the Rangers he was confirmed with over one hundred and fifty kills, a remarkable feat, though some armchair generals argued that he took unnecessary, and quite often suicidal risks, to reach this figure. In fact even his own partner and spotter, Paul Dennis, complained that Lawton was reckless to the point that he suspected he was trying to get himself killed. Regardless of all this, Lawton's results spoke for themselves, and eventually somebody he was noticed by people in high places.

He was head hunted for by the CIA, who decided he was the perfect agent to take on wet work. All of his work with the agency is completely confidential, though he claims he is directly responsible for the collapse of a banana republic government, and for a while singlehandedly stemmed the tide of the Latverian Unions steady march towards total power in Europe. Though both these claims are highly suspect, it is true that he was an extremely effective agent.

He 'left' the Agency though, ostensibly complaining that he could no longer stomach other men forcing their ideologies down his throat, and took up freelance mercenary work, working for just about anyone who could foot the bill. Eventually this attracted the attention of ARGUS, and he found himself on the wrong end up a massive sting operation. He was remanded into the custody of Amanda Waller, standing out as a clear candidate for Task Force X membership, where he has remained to this day.

| Attributes |

Expert Marksman

Put a gun in his hand and Lawton becomes a miracle worker. He claims to be able to castrate a gnat from one hundred yards with a handgun, and while no one has challenged him on that yet, his recorded feats are impressive enough to add some credence to the feat. In fact he is so skilled that some consider his aim to be a mutant ability. Even without a gun he's lethal, being able to throw projectiles with deadly accuracy, though he's never trained as an archer.

Military Training

Lawton has spent years in the United States military, originally working with the United States Army Rangers, before spending time as a black-operative handled by the CIA, finally becoming a top-line assassin and mercenary for hire. He is highly trained in field craft, displays expert hand-to-hand combat skills, a superlative understanding of small unit tactics, and a grudging respect for the chain of command.

Peak Human Conditioning

Lawton is in impressive physical condition, particularly his speed, stamina and reflexes.

| Character Notes |

Supporting Cast

Amanda "The Wall" Waller - Head of Argus, and mastermind behind Task Force X.

Task Force X A.K.A the Suicide Squad - The team of misfits, psychos and supervillains that Floyd has unfortunately been attached too. Team members include Rick Flag, Jr, Copycat, Warhawk, Clock King, and Deadpool.

Zoe Torres - Lawton's daughter. Thirteen years old. Hasn't seen Floyd in almost a year.

| Character Goals |

To be a badass, wisecracking, snarky, death-seeking assassin. Isn't that goal enough? But really, I've always wanted to play Deadshot, believing him to be one of the more interesting characters in comics lore. I have several arcs in mind for the worlds deadliest marksman, ones that deal with both the murkiness of his past and the uncertainty of his future. I'd also like to get into some Task Force X related capers with D Blade, and hopefully we can make Deadshot and Deadpool pop of each other.

| References |

#1 - Teen Titans: Divided We Fall - Simone takes charge
#2 - DC Universe: Gods Among Us - Arthur Curry's bad day gets worse
#3 - Young Justice 2022 - Q finds a mystery

Maximum Comics: Dawn of Justice | REBRANDING - PLEASE STAY TUNED

Whelp, it only took a month, but I finally found a Wildcat banner.

Maximum Comics: Dawn of Justice | REBRANDING - PLEASE STAY TUNED

New York
01:30PM

“So, I take it you watched Captain America's big unveiling last night.”

“Show me someone who says they didn't, and I'll show you a liar.”

“Tell me, what do you think about it?”

Ted looked up from the chowmein that he'd been struggling gamely with for the last five minutes – all the places to eat lunch in New York, and Veronica wanted to go to the Golden Dragon, a place that didn't keep forks! - to meet her green eyed gaze. She had a habit of watching him that he occasionally found hard to bare.

Strange that, he'd had no trouble meeting the eyes of heavyweight boxers dead set on knocking his teeth out, golden age champions with the power to level mountains, and would-be world conquerors who had killed dozens of people in cold blood, but sit him across a table from a pretty girl and he came over all bashful.

He reckoned it might be something to do with how hard she was to read. Most people were like open books to Ted, their wants, fears and desires etched across their persons like text in a book. Veronica though, she was something else. It was like her every move was carefully calculated to elicit the desired response from those watching her, an actor performing for an audience. He suspected that she didn't even know she was doing it. Hell, he was half convinced that Veronica Sinclair wasn't even her real name, that her whole identity as a self-made business woman was a complete invention.

Or it might just be, as touched upon earlier, she was drop dead gorgeous. Her dark hair was such seemed to have a touch of midnight, and she wore it free, softening which may otherwise have been considered sharp cheekbones. Almond shaped, summer blue eyes and soft honey skin hinted at an Asian descent. (maybe going someway to explaining the venue) Her attire, a crimson blouse and black pencil skirt, while on the surface demure, was obviously fitted specially to make best display of her natural assets, something that Ted, and every other red-blooded male in the Dragon, couldn't help but appreciate.

But she had asked him a question, and it was rude to leave her waiting on an answer. He could muse on her past - and her figure - later. He paused for thought, considered his answer, grunted to clear his throat.

“I think it's just what we needed, exactly when we needed it most.” Veronica's flawless brow furrowed delicately at that, as if it wasn't quite what she expected.

“Really? Please explain.” She asked, her tone blandly agreeable. If she contested his point, and it looked like she might, then it seemed she wanted to hear his reasoning before arguing him down. Ted respected that. Too many people refused to hear out the other side nowadays.

“Dunno that I need to. They got Hydra, we got SHIELD. They break out a new Red Skull, we trot out a new Captain America. He was good enough for ol' Reddy last time, he'll be good enough for him this time.” He could see by her face that he wasn't convincing her. “Listen, I ain't an eloquent man. I made a career outta getting punched in the head, for Chriss'sakes, it's a borderline miracle that I can still string a coherant sentence together. I can't put into words how I know that the return of Captain America is right, I just know in my gut that it is right!”

“But don't you think this is just a SHIELD knee-jerk reaction. A publicity stunt designed to temper the terror that the Red Skull promises to spread? That they've just stuck a spangly outfit on some nobody they picked off the street, and told him to look patriotic while smiling for the cameras?”

“No.” Ted smiled. The Captain might have been wearing a mask, but Ted could tell that this new guy wasn't just some nobody. The way he held himself, the way he moved, the way he spoke, the look in his eyes when the camera came in for a closeup. All these things told Ted that the new Sentinel of Liberty was just as much a fighter as the original. Maybe even more so. And he meant it when he said he'd put a stop to Hydra, meant it with every fiber in his being.

“Well, isn't he a little old fashioned!” The former champ laughed aloud, attracting the attention of nearby diners. Veronica was clawing at straws now.

“Remember who you're talking to, kiddo. There ain't no school like the old school, and there's no way you'll convince me otherwise!” Her eyes narrowed and her full lips pulled back in the approximation of a scowl, as if she just now realized that arguing with Ted when he'd made his mind up on something was like arguing with a particularly stubborn brick wall, but it was only there for a moment before it was gone, replaced by a mischievous smile. Her hand flowed across the table, long, delicate fingers tickling at Ted's big, scarred knuckles.

"'Kiddo' is it Ted? Is that how you see me? What injury you do to my womanhood." Her tone was so laden with salacious danger that he could almost feel his heart beat a little bit faster in his chest. A series of fantasy's, each more erotically indecent than the last, flashed through his mind, accompanied by an almost animalistic desire to act upon them.

All that from a mere hand touch and some flimsy allusions to her sexuality. Lord, but it had been a long time for him. . .

"I didn't think that was the kind of proposition you asked me out for." He bantered in return, though he pulled his hand back, and set it in the safety of his own lap, just to be on the safe side. And so the conversation turned to staider topics, like the state of Ted's trainee's, to Claudio Volpe's recovery, something that Ted really wasn't able to comment on as he hadn't been keeping in touch like he shoulda been. Eventually they reached the subject of Roulette's, and Veronica made her pitch, offering Ted the managers job in a new spot she was opening. It was an interesting offer for sure, made more interesting by her foot, which had slowly began to slide against his leg under the table.

It took some real willpower to stop himself from agreeing to anything she wanted on the spot. While it was a lucrative offer, with what looked like more potential rewards than just the monetary, he couldn't help but think 'is it for me'. He enjoyed what he was doing now, training up-and-comers to meet their full potential, and if he took her up then he wouldn't get the time for it any longer. On top of that it was primarily a night job, and as of recently he'd rediscovered an old 'hobby' that was eating up all of his night hours. And to be honest, he was pretty well off without it. You don't get to be world champ without gaining a few bucks in the process.

In the end he asked for more time to think about the propostion, and they agreed to meet up a week later. That done, Ted settled up. Veronica tried to pay, but Ted came from a different generation, and refused to hear off it, even if she did have enough money to buy and sell the whole restaurant two times over. They parted at the Dragon's door, Veronica sacheting down the street towards a taxi rank. Ted watched her go, feeling that old stirring in his loins again.

"Like two puppies fighting in a pillowcase...." He muttered. With an almost pained sigh he tore his gaze away and turned in the opposite direction. Time was getting on, and he should be doing the same. The Dragna twins were rumored to be making a shake down run that night, and Wildcat aimed to be about to greet them.

Maximum Comics: Dawn of Justice | REBRANDING - PLEASE STAY TUNED

I think the real question on everyone's lips is "What the hell is going on with that Deadshot CS?"

Maximum Comics: Dawn of Justice | REBRANDING - PLEASE STAY TUNED

All of the marksmen!

@Sloth

Cept that Bullseye punk, but who cares about him.

Maximum Comics: Dawn of Justice | REBRANDING - PLEASE STAY TUNED

I don't miss.

| Identity |

Floyd Lawton
Deadshot
The Worlds Deadliest Marksman

| Origin & Backstory |

Deadshot; Origins

Deadshot was born Floyd Lawton, the son of Genvieve and George Lawton, brother to Edward. The Lawton's were an 'old money' family, and the children wanted for nothing. Nothing except the love of their parents, that is, who were always too busy hating each other to show their children any kind of parental affection.

Neither Genvieve nor George could remember the cause of the schism between them, though to be perfectly honest neither really cared either. They were to involved in their petty struggle with each other to waste time worrying about the cause.

Things came to a head when Floyd was in his teen years. His mother attempted to manipulate Floyd into murdering his father, thinking that her unruly second son would be easy putty to mould, however he proved indifferent to his parents squabbles, and refused to become involved. Unfortunately Edward overheard his mothers false entreaties, and took it upon himself to put an end to his father's excesses. He took his fathers hunting rifle, and made a vow to kill the old man.

Floyd found out about his brothers plan, and went to stop him, not for any love he felt for his father, but because he didn't want Edward to throw his life away because of his mothers trickery. He confronted Edward just as he cornered George in the families conservatory, and tried to wrest the rifle from his brother. The scuffle turned chaotic though, and in the confusion bullets were fired. In the aftermath George was left paralyzed and Edward was killed.

Despite the horrific and sadly avoidable nature of the death, the Lawton's dealt with it in house, refusing the allow the police to interfere with their family's misadventures. Floyd, disgusted with his parents and himself, left the family home, and after a year of aimless wandering, joined the United States Army Rangers. Despite normally lacking a true respect for authority and anything resembling a real patriotic drive, Lawton thrived in the military, if only because he was still in a kind of PTSD fugue state, and gave himself over entirely to his training, like an automatron with no other functions.

In his short time with the Rangers he was confirmed with over one hundred and fifty kills, a remarkable feat, though some armchair generals argued that he took unnecessary, and quite often suicidal risks, to reach this figure. In fact even his own partner and spotter, Paul Dennis, complained that Lawton was reckless to the point that he suspected he was trying to get himself killed. Regardless of all this, Lawton's results spoke for themselves, and eventually somebody he was noticed by people in high places.

He was head hunted for by the CIA, who decided he was the perfect agent to take on wet work. All of his work with the agency is completely confidential, though he claims he is directly responsible for the collapse of a banana republic government, and for a while singlehandedly stemmed the tide of the Latverian Unions steady march towards total power in Europe. Though both these claims are highly suspect, it is true that he was an extremely effective agent.

He 'left' the Agency though, ostensibly complaining that he could no longer stomach other men forcing their ideologies down his throat, and took up freelance mercenary work, working for just about anyone who could foot the bill. Eventually this attracted the attention of ARGUS, and he found himself on the wrong end up a massive sting operation. He was remanded into the custody of Amanda Waller, standing out as a clear candidate for Task Force X membership, where he has remained to this day.

| Attributes |

Expert Marksman

Put a gun in his hand and Lawton becomes a miracle worker. He claims to be able to castrate a gnat from one hundred yards with a handgun, and while no one has challenged him on that yet, his recorded feats are impressive enough to add some credence to the feat. In fact he is so skilled that some consider his aim to be a mutant ability. Even without a gun he's lethal, being able to throw projectiles with deadly accuracy, though he's never trained as an archer.

Military Training

Lawton has spent years in the United States military, originally working with the United States Army Rangers, before spending time as a black-operative handled by the CIA, finally becoming a top-line assassin and mercenary for hire. He is highly trained in field craft, displays expert hand-to-hand combat skills, a superlative understanding of small unit tactics, and a grudging respect for the chain of command.

Peak Human Conditioning

Lawton is in impressive physical condition, particularly his speed, stamina and reflexes.

| Character Notes |

Supporting Cast

Amanda "The Wall" Waller - Head of Argus, and mastermind behind Task Force X.

Task Force X A.K.A the Suicide Squad - The team of misfits, psychos and supervillains that Floyd has unfortunately been attached too. Team members include Rick Flag, Jr, Copycat, Warhawk, Clock King, and Deadpool.

Zoe Torres - Lawton's daughter. Thirteen years old. Hasn't seen Floyd in almost a year.

| Character Goals |

To be a badass, wisecracking, snarky, death-seeking assassin. Isn't that goal enough? But really, I've always wanted to play Deadshot, believing him to be one of the more interesting characters in comics lore. I have several arcs in mind for the worlds deadliest marksman, ones that deal with both the murkiness of his past and the uncertainty of his future. I'd also like to get into some Task Force X related capers with D Blade, and hopefully we can make Deadshot and Deadpool pop of each other.

| References |

#1 - Teen Titans: Divided We Fall - Simone takes charge
#2 - DC Universe: Gods Among Us - Arthur Curry's bad day gets worse
#3 - Young Justice 2022 - Q finds a mystery