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Absolute Comics - Season Two: The Monster Within

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STATIC: SPECIAL CROSSOVER ISSUE # 3

EVENT: ABSOLUTE CRISIS

Cold. That was the first word on his mind, flying upwards above the Narrows. Teeth chattering, he wiped a sheen of dew that had accumulated on his googles from his trek towards Staten Island.

Then, a face-full of sea-gull slammed into him.

“ Motherfu-” His shouts were blocked out by the wild roar of the southerly wind. Feathered wings flapped in his face, the smell of bird poo and sour fish choking his senses. He waved his arms uncoordinatedly, one foot coming loose. Crud. He slipped off the slick metal and would have nearly fell into the murky depths below. If it wasn't for his last minute thinking. Static charge built up on his fingertips, allowing him to stick to the bottom of the manhole like an old piece of gum. He watched as the flock dispersed, squawking in laughter. Virgil swayed in the air precariously for a few moments before managing to haul himself back up on the thick disc of grilled steel. He'd imagined his obituary for a second.

VIRGIL HAWKINS. 2001 - 2019. DIED BECAUSE HE WAS SURPRISED BY BIRDS.

He would never live that one down if it happened.

Virgil found it odd that he’d never seen the ocean before. He’d explored swimming pools, rivers and lakes before but nothing could compare to the wide open blue vistas in front of him. Sea salt flecked on his lips, soaking in the cold, briny air. The polarized goggles protected his pupils from the blistering autumn gales, eyes narrowing on his target. Staten Island. The site of one of the last towers. He was still too far away and worse of all, the weather wasn't helping either. The Dakotan native muscles bunched up in the chill. The cloth of his jacket flapped relentlessly in the middle of the bay. That and his reserves were beginning to peter out. His legs were beginning to feel like jelly. He hadn’t traveled this far and for so long before. The glowing stripes on his jacket began to dim in luminescence in a traffic light.

Screams echoed over the waters. Words that he heard a dozen times over in different contexts over hundreds of patrols, coming somewhere over from the bridge between Brooklyn and Staten Island.

HELP ME.

PLEASE, SOMEONE

ANYONE

No. He couldn’t give up now. He still needed to do this. If he'd give up now, then, what about Dakota? Dakota could have been hit by this damn thing and he'd have been none the wiser for it. Hell, if Sharon and Dad were in the thick of it right now......A look of grim determination spread upon his face. He needed more speed. The low hum of current increased in volume and the bottom of his surfboard exploded in a starburst of blue brilliance. He burned away in a trajectory of thick ozone and lightning. Air parted away and rushed back into the empty vacuum in his aftertrail, creating thunderclaps.

The Verrazano sliced through the bay like a rib-cage, a bulky mass of gun-metal steel protruding above the swirling water. He flew in closer, hovering above the chaos of beeping cars and shouting drivers. The intersections were gummed up with mile-long traffic jams, everyone trying desperately to flee from Brooklyn towards Staten Island. At the back were a school of buses and behind them were a crowd of infected individuals that were slowly closing their jaws on the rear of the conga line. The mass of infected individuals were battering the sides of the vehicles, passengers inside huddling together frightened.

He struck down like a bolt of lightning. The horde stopped in their tracks for once, eyeing the newest arrival with surprise.

“ I’ve had a real long day today.” Virgil’s eyes scanned the loosely organized crowd of bloodthirsty civilians. “ So, here’s what I’m only gonna say this once. All of you can just go have fun with one another while I escort these people out of here. Sound like a deal?”

There was a pregnant pause. The bus passengers behind him waited with bated breath. A scream followed by several others dashed Virgil’s hopes as dozens charged towards him, leaping and vaulting over cars and obstacles.

“ All right, then.” Virgil grunted, electromagnetically pushing a sedan that had stopped in the middle of the intersection in front of the crowd to act as a shield. One teen against a hundred people. No sweat.

" If you're still alive after this - " He looked back. " I'm gonna need to borrow one of your buses for a second."

Looks of confusion were shared between each of the passengers. Virgil signed. " Trust me. It'll make more sense later."

A scream of terror and a pointed finger behind the window turned his head towards the left. They were already clambering on top of the sedan. He raised out his hands and a slash of light followed.

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Drone 4_A_23_Alpha host would soon expire within 23 hours, 15 minutes and 10 seconds from a cerebral stroke from an overdose of hormones within the male’s circulatory system. Enough time to fulfill the parameters of the task that it had been given.

It, along with the rest of Group Alpha, is on alert, has been maintaining a one point five klick perimeter radius around the central tower in Staten Park whilst fulfilling the parameters of its secondary objective. The loss of Group Beta in Central Park is an obstacle towards their primary mission. The network recalculates. The network accounts. The network alters the mission objectives and issues instructions to all drones in Group Alpha to move back towards Tower Alpha.

It’s host sensory organs detect a moving object above them. It observes and relays the image towards the rest of the drones in its group. The target is currently airborne, a distance of 80 meters above and 0.5 klicks away from the central node. Further analysis through the drones infra-red sensors and through the vision of their hosts indicates that this unknown metahuman is on top of this bus. Images received through their hosts retinal organs indicate that the appearance of the individual matches those of the metahuman known as Static. Current analysis of its trajectory and behavioural patterns indicate that this Static is heading towards Tower Alpha.

Drone 4_A_23_Alpha signals to the rest of the swarm to move in on the proposed coordinates.

High priority.

The tower is under attack.

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“ Are you folks all ready for the Magic School Bus?!” Virgil shouted out to no one in particular with a grin, trying to ignore the agonizing fatigue that had infected all the muscles in his body. Some might have called him insane for surfing on top of a 10 ton vehicle but who was going to stop him? The four-wheeler public bus moved with the grace of a dinosaur and at the speed of a bicycle under his command. The Bang Baby vigilante grunted with exertion as he shifted his entire body to the right, forcing the five-ton monstrosity of steel and rubber to change its direction. It was all going to be worth it in the end. Besides, the bigger the better, right? It was simple high-school physics. Half times the mass in grams times velocity squared. Or was it mass times acceleration? Eh, he couldn't care less.

The park comes into view and with it, the four-story tall tower. Virgil drops his hold onto the power and the bus slams into the base of the tower like a battering ram. He falls off the roof during the impact and lands painfully on his back. It takes every inch of what will he has left remaining to ignore the nauseous strain on his muscles and stand up. Sweaty tangles of hair swayed in his blurred vision. Was he really that tired? He didn’t know what he was running on now. Will? Courage? Pretzels? Maybe, it was a product of the Big Bang. He didn’t have to ruminate, pushing away the crumpled front of the bus by a few degrees by magnetically repelling it away.

The metal exterior of the tower had been crumpled inwards and a torn portion of it revealed a glowing relay. The power conduit. Virgil gingerly removed the glove right hand, hairs on end. Electricity permeated the air, suffusing it with the sinister hum of lethal current. Breathing in, he touched -

White.

So much.

White.

All he could see was a vast cauldron of white that was boiling him alive to the marrow. The generator in Hemingway was a mere hill compared to the mountain of power that the tower funneled throughout its entire circuitry. In spite of the pain, Virgil pushed on, letting the river of current overwhelm him before making his move. With a scream, he reversed and amplified the flow of electricity out into the web of wiring interlaced throughout the tower. Circuits overloaded, capacitors shattered apart and internal resistors melted like wax. Every drop of electricity he had within him and more was forced within the machine, its massive reserves of power being used as its own weapon. Lifting out his other arm, he forced a left fist to smash into the conduit, pulling out burning rubber -

Before everything exploded. He was launched back, weightless for a moment, before landing sideways on his elbow. Ringing dwelled throughout his ears, dissipating slowly, as he rolled over onto his back.

Staring out at the cloudless sky, he let a laugh of fearful mirth.

Something trickled down his nose. He wiped his upper lip with a finger and saw crimson stained on the whorls of his fingerprints.

That wasn't supposed to come out of your nose like that.

Why was he feeling tired so suddenly?

And then, Virgil let the sweet sensations of slumber take him away.

𝕮𝖔𝖎𝖓𝖘 - Chaos and Order

Jonah Remington

Operative File

In the left corner, this man is the undisputed prince of pugilism, the Bronx Bulldog, the ring is his kingdom. 6 feet tall and weighing in at 180 pounds, 81.1 kilograms, from New York of the U.S of A, he's a newcomer who's ready to rumble......

JONAH REMINGTON

29 | Male | 6'0 | B-

General Information

NAME: Jonah Jack Remington

PSEUDONYM: Arnold Donald

APPEARANCE: Jonah is the living incarnation of a patchwork doll, a weathered mountain of a man who everyone avoids. Yet, in spite of his seemingly intimidating visage, there's a hint of melancholy that leaks through the cracks every now and then. His face tells of a long genetic heritage of violent encounters, a long square jaw and boulder-like skull topped with a mop of shaved sandy, blonde hair. His two eyes glint differently from one another, his real one a pool of green while his glass prosthetic remains an imperfect copy, a still mirror.

Jonah prefers to wear rugged and durable plain-cloth apparel, his wardrobe consisting of buttoned, collared shirts and canvas pants in faded colors. In recent times, he's taken to wearing a long sleeve shirt to hide his amputated right arm, although, it often leaves one empty sleeve dangling like a shriveled branch from his shoulder. Stripes of boxing tape are often wrapped around the palm of his right hand.

OCCUPATION: Jonah once was a professional boxer, touted to represent the USA in the Olympics, before washing out and retiring early after a controversial match. Now, Jonah works as a boxing trainer at Jerry's Boxing Consortium down by the Upper West Side.

Psychological Profile

Rash | Blunt | Self-Depreciating | Bold | Stubborn | Honorable

VIRTUE: HONOR - In spite of his inability to be sensitive nor handle social situations with a great deal of care, Jonah is the very model of what it means to be an honorable man. Jonah will not be swayed by any means to negotiate doing morally ambiguous actions for the 'greater good' nor does he take part in lying to his close friends or family. Throughout crises or difficult situations, he will always maintain his moral compass, no matter the cost. He ultimately believes in doing the right thing no matter what and believes in treating his friends as well as his enemies fairly in return. Jonah can always be counted on to be the first man who acts as a check to those who would propose solutions that would be deemed....questionable.

VICE: TEMPER - Unfortunately, Jonah's sense of honor is often warped by his tendency towards anger. His foul temper often flares and rises like a inferno, appearing in the worse of times and mainly stems from his feelings of ineptitude and lack of self worth. Whenever an opposing party is in the wrong, Jonah forgoes the concept of mercy and moves straight to punishment without any second thought. Though he can control his temper in trivial and small matters, one can be expected for him to respond with anger if he becomes impatient or perceives something as morally wrong.

Attempting to rationalize or to reason with Jonah when he is angry may prove difficult and often results in friendly fire. Jonah's predilection towards responding with threats of physical violence which he usually follows up on makes it extremely difficult for him to maneuver through situations that require delicate diplomacy.

PERSONAL GOALS: Living in a state of ennui for the last few years in self-imposed shame and grief over his crippled body and loss of his boxing license, Jonah has joined Gage in a last-ditch attempt to get revenge on Pyramid Micro-Systems, his former sponsors, for not providing sponsorship fees for his medical bills. Though he never mentions it outwardly, Jonah has also joined Gage's group in order to accumulate enough money to buy himself a new prosthetic arm in which to make him 'whole' again, not realizing that being physically whole doesn't equate to being mentally whole.

PERSONAL PHILOSOPHY: Jonah is an individualist once defined himself as a man who lives his life by tackling his problems head-on instead of avoiding them, by transforming yourself instead of waiting for the world to transform for you. He prides on being able to solve his problems by himself instead of relying on other people or a collective. Since his injury, his beliefs in being self-independent have deteriorated and spiraled into a form of destructive self-depreciation where he continues to push himself to his limits and blames himself for every conceivable mistake. However, he attempts to hide this behind his braggadocio.

FEARS
- Defeat
- Dark, Enclosed Spaces
- Being Useless

LIKES
- Classical Music
- Combat
- All You Can Eat Buffets
- Exercise
- Swimming in Pools
- Friendly Sparring
- Cheesy 80s Movies

DISLIKES
- Needles
- Hospitals
- Meditation
- Yoga
- Pirate Jokes

QUIRKS

- By mistake, Jonah forgets that his right arm is missing when he reaches out for a handshake or to grab something.

- Jonah is prone to hyperbolic trash-talking and posturing in tense situations in an attempt to increase his own confidence.

Background Information

” I've fought many things, you see. I arm wrestled a tornado. Hospitalized a tree. Won a staring contest with the sun. Yet, time's the guy that always knocks me out.”

A Manhattan native by birth, living a life full of early expectations wasn't the ideal one that Jonah imagined when his father took him to his first boxing gym at the age of 8. Jonah took to training like a fish to water and was told by his father from a young age that boxing wasn't just a sport, boxing would be his way of life. Training and coached relentlessly everyday, Jonah applied for amateur boxing tournaments and rose up through the ranks, astounding lay-men and watchers with his deadly accuracy and ballerina like footwork. Jonah eventually received a state-sanctioned boxing license and began fighting in professional matches, televised, live. Soon enough, a promoter contacted him with an interesting proposition. A sponsorship from the multi-national corporation, Pyramid Micro-Systems.

Pyramid Micro-Systems marketing department had recently made endeavours into promoting their products through the world of sports and was aiming to use Jonah as a pipeline into the world of boxing. Reviewing the potential benefits and risks of accepting Pyramid Micro-systems as a sponsor, Jonah accepted the deal right into one of his first major professional matches with Markus Jorgensen, current welterweight boxing champion with a stellar record of 20-1.

The match was controversial to say the least. Perhaps looking for old glory or unwilling to let go of his belt so easily, Markus Jorgensen had one last trick up his sleeves. Or rather his gloves. When Jonah stepped into the ring and began duking it out with the 10 year veteran, he immedietely noticed that there was something wrong. Markus's punches felt like kissing a highway car and drawed blood far more easier than they should have. By the time he realised something was wrong, Markus had Jonah over the ropes and was pounding him relentlessly. Before the cheating champ was restrained by the referee, Markus landed a combination of haymakers that tore out Jonah's left eye. The attempt to knock him out had gassed Markus and with the last vestiges of his strength, Jonah landed a haymaker that blew Markus onto his back before blacking out.

Waking up in a hospital, disoriented and confused, Jonah woke up to his father explaining the details to him. A safety commission had investigated Markus's conduct during the match and discovered the boxing gloves had been lined with lead. Furthermore, Pyramid Microsystems refused to give Jonah medical assistance and had rescinded and terminated the terms of their sponsorship, claiming that they didn't want to be further involved with him after the incident. Jonah was still adamant on not suffering an early retirement and promised to sue Pyramid Micro-Systems for not providing him the sponsorship deal that they had discussed. Disaster struck again as Jonah drove away from Pyramid Micro-System's office in a fit of rage-induced driving, only to end up in an car accident that had resulted in the permanent amputation of his arm. That had been the final straw for poor Jonah and he threw his hat into the ring, giving up on his dreams of being a professional boxer and signing up as a boxing trainer at a local gym.

Lost within the hours of teaching amateurs how to do a proper job and bereft of the spirit that had left him all those years ago, Jonah was desensitized to the news of the alleged terrorist attack at the Beacon on June 16th, 2019. While he didn't expect it to impact him at all, Jonah soon found out that several members of the gym had been affected, as several of their family members and friends had been all affected. Troubled by the sense of powerlessness and the fact that he couldn't just solve a problem by punching it, Jonah retired to a seedy night-club within New York.

Finding himself in a pub and ordering a lager, Jonah heard the sound of someone sitting behind him, wood scratching on the floor. Briefly considering whether or not the probability of a bar fight was going to become certain in the next few minutes, Jonah found his worries assuaged when the stranger paid for his tab in a generous offer. Struck by this act of benevolence, Jonah asked what his name was.

" Gage. And I've got an interesting offer to make you, Jonah Remington...."

Operative Information

[THE ENFORCER]

ROLE DESCRIPTION: When the mission requires a more direct approach and tasks demanding physical effort are required, Jonah's aptitude in pugilistic endeavors and athletic ability has placed him in the perfect role of the Enforcer. In situations that involve physical violence and intimidation, Jonah is the perfect man for the job to, for a better lack of word, beat the shit out of anyone that might oppose their mission objective. His ability to respond to close quarter situations and skill in unarmed combat allows him to dispatch any threat to the group. His specialization in boxing as well allows him to act as a perfect field operative for being able to operate in environments that are composed of multiple moving variables.

When working alongside members of the group that specialize in changing the variables of the environment, Jonah acts as a force multiplier, allowing the aims of the entire group to be achieved much faster.

POSSESSIONS: Roll of Boxing Tape and a box of Tic-Tacs.

SKILLS

//The Art of Effective Communication

- Or rather the fist. In spite of his embarrassing professional record, Jonah is quite capable as an boxer and is capable of properly taking down any opponent with a textbook uppercut, jab or hook. Years of training have created an encyclopediac library of muscle memories that form a fighter's intuition. Lastly, his knowledge of vital points and areas of weakness in a human body allows him to efficiently incapacitate any opponent in a short amount of time without wasting precious energy, even though it might be life threatening to a certain extent.

//Move like a Bee, Sting like a Butterfly

- That's not the correct quote but being able to move fast and hit hard worked for one of the famous boxers in the world. With footwork and agility drills ingrained into his body, Jonah's fast-paced reflexes allow him to react quickly to situations without a second thought and stay calm in the middle of heavy action.

FLAWS

//One Arm Tied Behind My Back

- There's not much you can do with one arm. In spite of Jonah's attempts to adapt to life, having two arms is undoubtedly better than being an amputee, making it much more harder for him to accomplish tasks that would be simple to a normal individual.

//Blind-Spot

- Most people manage seeing with one eye but Jonah finds it difficult to live with an imperfect field of peripheral vision, which can make life all the more difficult for him. While he's gotten used to it over time, it's something that smart individuals can take advantage of given the right circumstances.

//Rules of the Game

- Deriving from his background in professional boxing, Jonah is a firm believer in not committing to any actions that would be morally ambiguous or that would involve serious criminal activity. Though it's not the extent that he's a pacifist, Jonah will always be the first one to speak out when any member of the group proposes actions that would be normally sketchy.

//I'll Talk With My Fist

- Despite having taken several anger management courses, albeit online ones, Jonah's response to any opposition is to use violence. Of course, physical brutality isn't his first response to every situation but rather, it's his first instinct. Of course, instincts shouldn't be relied on when handling situations that require finesse or delicacy....

SECRET COUNT: ZERO

NOTES:

Bork Lazer's Storage Bunker

This is Central Officer Bradford, hailing all surviving XCOM operatives on this channel.

Protocol Ember is now in effect. All surviving XCOM units and outposts are to maintain radio silence with one another and are now given permission to operate independently from HQ.

While we have lost the battle, the war has not been lost.

Vigilo Confido.

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X.C.O.M

PROTOCOL EMBER

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IDEAS

- Elders don't start merging alien DNA with human DNA. ADVENT's rank and file are ordinary soldiers who have been indoctrinated into ADVENT propaganda and are not genetically modified. Yet. XCOM has to deal with the potential of ADVENT sympathisers and counter-spies within their own ranks as well.

Bork Lazer's Storage Bunker

OoC

How long do you usually write?
Several paragraphs
Do you enjoy writing collaborative posts for things like conversations, combat, etc.?
It's not that I enjoy. It's that I haven't had many chances to do it before.
Is grammar and depth of writing important to you?
Abso-fucking-lutely.
Are there any writing subjects you particularly enjoy exploring?
Moral ambiguity. Angst. Regret. War.
Is there anything you really dislike and want to avoid like the plague?
Sexual violence. ERP fetishization. Slavery fetishization. Gratuitous scenes of sadism and torture porn.
Is there something you are uncomfortable with happening to your character?
Nope. The mos I would be uncomfortable is if some player hijacked my character and did something with them without my say-so.
Do you have any short-term or long-term goals with this character?

Short Terms: Explore the underworld of the galaxy, interact with multiple different characters that are scraping the bottom of the barrel and are on top of the barrel as well as fun bounty hunting jobs.

Long Term: A long ardous journey of growth. I'm really enamored with the whole concept of someone going from ' no-one to a monster'.

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" In this line of work, death's an occupational hazard. "

Peacekeepers Holo-Net Ad

Name: Khoss Liell
Species: Human
Homeworld: Hoth
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Specialization: Stealth Infiltration, Close Quarters Blasting
Current Area of Operation: Unconfirmed. Rumored to be operating within Hutt Space or hiding under Lower Coruscant* as of 5 ATC.

ADDENDDUM 3-A_42: Tell the Lieutenant to stop wasting our time patrolling around for this kriffing scum-bucket. We've combed every street and I'm telling you, the man's several systems away from the Core right now.

Peacekeepers Holonet Metadata Summary

_{Detailed appearance. Imagery insufficient.}

Anyone wondering what's underneath the emotionless, helmeted visage that's garnered fame in the Outer Rim may find Khoss's true appearance slightly underwhelming. Khoss Liell is your galactic standard human male of stout stature, at a height around 5'9 according to measurements during his imprisonment at Coruscant. Time spent in the gyms of Republic maximum security prisons has led to a physically robust yet lithe form. His only physical features of note are his missing right eye which he has deigned not to replace with a cybernetic and a long, grooved scar running along from his mouth to his left cheek. His skin is dotted with remnants of frostburns and scars from his long life on the frozen wastelands of Hoth. Republic agents should also note that Khoss is also currently missing his left ring finger which was lost during his escape attempt from Coruscant prison.

In terms of professional attire, Khoss resembles many of his Mandalorian contemporaries working in the field. Heavily armored, a one-note static face-plate and often decked in gadgetry. His typical trademark is a blood red uni-visor helmet with a blue streak on top of it. He often carries his sawed-off blaster rifle in a sling alongside a eclectic collection of various bandoliers on his body. He is overtly fond of wearing baggy, thick clothing, no matter the temperature.

As of now, escaping from Coruscant maximum security prisons doesn't leave a bounty hunter with a lot of time to play dress up. He now wears a tattered cloak around him to keep a low profile.

_{Report on skills and talents, including level of skill.}

The wonders of working in a guild is that you pick up tricks of the trade from every flavor of hunter who has their own modus operandi. You pick up blasting lessons from a Twi'lek sharpshooter, how to lockpick with nothing more than bantha shit from a Duros slicer and speeder stunts from a Tatooine Tusken raider. Through a mixture of osmosis and personal threats, Khoss has picked up a variety of skills from his time as a bounty hunter.

Perhaps, his most frightening talent is his capacity to remain covert. Khoss is a natural at being stealthy and sneaking through trap-infested vents and the most gargantuan fortresses. Combined with his talents for scaling and climbing vertical surfaces, Khoss can infiltrate any place to acquire his acquisition.

Khoss has a noted tendency for personal modification and tinkering of both personal weaponry, equipment and munitions. His childhood as a scavenger of Hoth's frigid junkyards means that he has a knack for salvaging run-down technology to be repurposed for further use. He is also relatively adept at tracking targets in concealed environments, albeit his skills of 'interrogation' aren't as finessed as one might think.

He is adept at piloting space-craft, although, is not capable of piloting dedicated fighter craft to a level which may be considered competent.

Khoss is fluent in Basic, conversational in Huttese and passable in Tusken. He has also picked up a medley of insults in various different alien languages.

Curiously, Khoss has also admitted to possess an almost encyclopediac knowledge of the 850 uses of taun-tauns. Some of these uses are under question.

_{Report on known combat experience, training and weapons training.}

Khoss's marksmanship focuses on efficiency and accuracy, rather than pumping out as many blasts as he sees fit over a period of time. He almost never resorts to using a blaster unless his cover is blown or if the contract requires it to be used. He has a noted pattern of avoiding prolonged melee combat and predilection towards use of silent incapitation such as grapples, chokes or holds, rather than using lethal weaponry. Security footage and witness testimonies indicate seamless proficiency in utilizing both his unarmed skills and skills with a blaster interchangeably in close quarters combat. Recommended solution would be to maintain long distance away from individual in order to reduce probability of death.

From his time on Hoth, Khoss is trained in creating improvised and mechanical traps for his targets to wander into.

_{Detailed notes on common/favored employers and any noteworthy contacts.}

Nunonna the Hutt -

_{Detailed notes on known rivals and enemies.}

The Black Sun -

_{List and description of other known associates, including subordinates.}

Kroosk -

Yieh Yahn -

_{List of known belongings, including but not limited to planetary surface property, civilian and military vessels, vehicles, weapons, tools.}

Modified Heirloom Duranium Alloy Helmet -

BlasTech DXL-7500 Assault Carbine -

Miniature Micro-Rocket Derringer -

_{Psychological evaluation of Bounty Hunter.}

_{List and description of known and suspected flaws. To be put into restricted database.}

_{Known interests of the Bounty Hunter.}

- Hunting for exotic game in various locales.
- Shock-ball fan.
- Field striping his rifle.
- Brewing tea.

_{Major achievements on record.}

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_{Major failures on record. Confidential.}

- Presumably during the start of his career....

_{Short description of the operative.}

Interview

_{Personal biography, as detailed by the subject for future record. Acquired shortly after last achievement of note.}



The Venataan Consortium

REPUBLIC PEACEKEEPER FILE DELTA_O_33 - Security Level 2 - RESTRICTED ACCESS

The Venataan Coalition

Thick Through Blood

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Chapter Leader: Mac Ordwell (DECEASED)

Specializations: Group Missions, Guerilla Tactics, Stealth Infiltration, Production of Tactical Equipment

Members: 76 Unknown as of 3 ATC.

House Code and Conduct

SHARE OF PROFITS - Every member of the Coalition is required to give 10% of their profits to the chapter to be redistributed into its budget.

PACK OVER LONER - The Venataan Coalition never sanctions, unless a member of the chapter has proven themselves or allowed by the leader, a solo hunt. A neophyte member or a recently inducted hunter is partnered with a veteran in order to ensure that contracts are achieved with minimal losses.

MURDER, NOT MASSACRE - Needless death of civilians, especially of children, outside of acquisitions is frowned upon within members of the Consortium. The Venataan Coalition makes an effort to repatriate family members of those who have been caught as collateral.

NO KILLING ON CONSORTIUM GROUNDS - In territories, properties owned by the Venataan Coalition or used in order to conduct formal meetings with their clients, there is to be no bloodshed or violence whatsoever committed by any hunter. Violation of these rules, depending on the circumstances and the nature of the violation, will lead to repercussions ranging from expulsion of membership to death.

Chapter History: Like all great Bounty Hunter houses of the galaxy, it begins with ambition.

Absolute Comics - Season Two: The Monster Within

Done my second season character sheet. Will post it in OOC.

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T P R O P O S A L

S T A T I C

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^{_{V I R G I L H A W K I N S ♦ C O L L E G E S E N I O R ♦ D A K O T A C I T Y , M I C H I G A N ♦ B A N G B A B Y H E R O}}

C O N T I N U I N G C O N C E P T:

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^{"When you see the lightning, you best be ready to hear the thunder."}

Before the Big Bang, there was nothing. Now? I'm something else.

Two months after the Electrocutioner's attack, the life of Virgil Ovid Hawkins, geeky college senior, and Static , defender of Dakota City, have become inseparable from one another. College drama and gossip has become routine for Virgil Hawkins Meanwhile, Static has become a symbol of heroism within Dakota City by the locals and over the last month, has become heavily involved in the community of Dakota City, particularly assisting Freeman Community Center.

Things are changing within Dakota City. With the local city election around the corner, Virgil's dad, Robert Hawkins, leader of Freeman Community Center, is campaigning for the position of Mayor with a sizable majority of the city population supporting him. Current incumbent mayor, Mayor Jefferson, an old conservative who is controversial for his decisions that led to the Big Bang, is aware of the threat to his position. With whistle-blowers revealing a connection between Alva Industries, one of Mayor Jefferson's campaign funders and the Big Bang incident, Dakota City seems to be on the cusp on change.

In response to Stryfe's attack, metahuman activity has re-surged all over the country and super gangs that were once afraid of the Kilowatt Kid are now crawling out of the woodwork. The Rough Pack and the Blood Syndicate are tussling on the street with one another, claiming territory and turf in a feud that may rip apart Dakota City. The Night Breed continue to protest on the steps of Dakota's Municipal Office to seek a cure to their photo-allergic condition. All the while, Ebon, enigmatic leader of the Meta-Breed, watches from the shadows to take advantage of opportunities that come from the chaos.

Dakota City has become a powder keg waiting to go off. The future of this great city lies within the choices of one Virgil Hawkins, the Kilowatt Kid, The Defender of Dakota City, Static. Because in Dakota City, everyone always has a choice to make.

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:

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Continuing on from the finale of last season and the crisis itself, I feel that Static's story should continue to be the quintessential bildungsroman or a story of growth that naturally expands on the themes of responsibility whilst increasing in scale. Season 1 of Static focused on a fairly, personal story to ground out and characterize Virgil. This time, Season 2 will be be more epic in scale, focusing on Virgil dealing with the ramifications of the Big Bang on the social structure of Dakota City itself and the various factions that have been 'birthed' as a result of the incident.

Another concept that I want to explore more this season, which I left breadcrumbs and hints throughout Season One, is the concept of Black Lightning as Static's father. It's an arguably rare concept that I haven't seen explored in any DC comics about the sheer coincidence of the two existing in the same universe. In terms of how I want to explore Black Lightning, I'm primarily basing this version on Black Lightning: Year One and Cold Dead Hands with a twist of my own. What does it mean to live up to someone's legacy, especially when they're supposed to act as a parental figure to you?

C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:

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//Jefferson Pierce/Black Lightning - Michigan State Department of Education newest candidate principle for Hemingway High, legendary hero, Black Lightning and birth father of Virgil Hawkins. Looking forward to an eventual father-son reunion.

//Richard Foley - Virgil's best pal in Hemingway High and a code junkie.

//Robert Hawkins - Virgil's stepfather who Virgil considers his true birth father over Black Lightning. Holds the position of Head Manager of Freeman Community Center and currently running a campaign for the position of 25th Mayor of Dakota City.

//Sharon Hawkins - Virgil's elder step-sister who is currently studying in Dakota City University.

//Herman Schultz/The Shocker - Virgil's former criminal confidant who was a member of the supervillain team, Squadron Supreme. Currently serving penance for his crimes in Ryker's Island.

//Ebon - Master of Shadows. The Shadow Man. The Night Strider. Only his true name is whispered fearfully between scum of the streets of Dakota. This powerful metahuman demagogue is rumoured to be the mysterious leader of the Meta-Breed and has his hands dirty in virtually every criminal gang and organisation within Dakota City. No one knows the truth of whether he is actually real or not.

//The Meta Breed - A gang of teenage Bang Baby supremacists, several members of which took part in the infamous 'Week of Terror' that preceded after the Big Bang. Their base of operations are rumored to be located within the Dakota Exclusion Zone, commonly known as the Black Hole.

//Nightingale - Prominent meta-human activist and leader of a disenfranchised group of homeless Bang Babies known as the Night-Breed. Currently seeking a cure to their debilitating condition. Unbeknownst to the public, she has made an alliance with the Meta-Breed.

//The Night Breed - A large group of Bang Babies who possess yellow-slitted eyes and a condition which makes them deathly allergic to sunlight. Currently inhabit the abandoned Dakota Metroway.

//Holocaust - Notorious outspoken militant pyrokinetic leader of the recently formed Blood Syndicate. Aims to bring order to the streets and expand the territory of his gang aggressively.

//The Blood Syndicate - A gang formed from the remnants of the two largest gangs that took part in the Paris Island Gang Bang - The Paris Bloods and the Force Syndicate. Currently located within the north-west of Dakota City in Prospect Hills. Suffering from a number of issues such as in-fighting, lack of a central vision and the death of their former leader - Tech 9.

//The Rough Pack - A small gang ruled by a trio of animal-themed Bang Babies, Hyde, Kangor and Ferret, who engage in petty crime and robberies. Ridiculed and disrespected by other Bang Baby organisations within the city.

//Adam Evans/Rubberband Man - Hip-hop artist and host of the radio show 'Dakota Midnight Central' who goes by the psuedonym of 'Rubberband Man'. His studio is currently based in Sadler.

//Larry Buchinsky/The Electrocutioner - Former member of the Squadron Supreme and associate of the Shocker who has been arrested for his attempts to kill Static and is currently on route to being imprisoned within the Raft.

//Edwin Alva - CEO of Alva Industries, a multi-national corporation whose headquarters are based within Dakota City. Avid financial supporter of Mayor Jefferson's campaign and under scrutiny for being linked to the Big Bang.

//Mayor Jefferson - Controversial 24th District Mayor of Dakota City who authorized the use of the mutagen on gangsters which catalyzed the Big Bang. Has a 'tough-on-crime' attitude and believes Bang Babies to be detrimental to Dakota City.

S E A S O N O N E S Y N O P S I S:

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One month after the Big Bang, 18 year old Virgil Hawkins, has been secretly operating as the urban vigilante, Static. Suffering from the pressures of responsibility upon his shoulders as well as grief from the loss of his mother, Virgil wonders whether or not he should still continue to be a superhero. During one routine patrol of Hemingway, Static encounters an individual identifying himself as the Shocker who has been hired by Ebon, the leader of the Meta-Breed, to kill the local superhero. At the end of their bout involving improvised molotov cocktails and excessive use of vehicles, Virgil ends up with his powers severely crippled and a broken arm.

With the help of his best friend, Richard Foley, and a series of coincidences, Virgil finds out that his chemistry teacher, Harry Schumer, is actually Herman Schultz, the real Shocker who retired from the criminal gang known as the Squadron Supreme years ago. Throughout their conversation, Schultz reveals that a prototype suit of his was stolen by an unknown robber and that he wasn't responsible for Virgil's broken arm. Much to th Virgil's irritation, Herman tries to convince him to retire from superheroics, using an old anecdote involving his last mission with the Squadron Supreme where Larry Buchinsky, the Electrocutioner, murdered the Crimson Avenger during a bank robbery.

Taking a break from high-school and his vigilante escapades by having brunch with his step-father in Sadler's Shack, Virgil is introduced to his father's co-worker, Larry Buchinsky, much to his distress. Larry soon recognizes the tell-tale signs of nervousness and figures out through a series of clues that Virgil Hawkins is indeed Static. Confronting Virgil out of costume in his dorm room, Buchinsky offers Virgil a deal that he'll leave him alone in return for Virgil never engaging in vigilante action ever again. Unsurprisingly, Virgil refuses the offer and nearly dies if it wasn't for Herman saving him, once again returning as the Shocker. The ensuing fight between the Electriocutioner and the duo of Shocker and Static soon results in Virgil gaining his powers back and overloading Electrocutioner's newly upgraded armor with enough juice to fry a neighborhood.

After the arrest of the Electroctioner, Virgil resolves to become more involved within the community with a fresh perspective and fully embrace the role of 'Static', deciding to play an active part within the future of Dakota. Herman is arrested for his former crimes, albeit leaving on good terms with Virgil in spite of his criminal background being exposed to the public. Meanwhile, forces work and conspire to overthrow the system of Dakota City whilst a familiar face arrives on the outskirts of Utopia, eager to meet their son.......

P O S T C A T A L O G:

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_{S E A S O N O N E: Shockin' The System}

1.1 - BANG
1.2 - SNAP
1.3 - FEEDBACK
1.4 - SHOCKER
1.5 - JUNCTION
1.6 - WIRE
1.7 - FUSEBOX
1.8 - CIRCUIT-BREAKER
1.9 - TRANSFORMER

_{S E A S O N T W O: Power Struggle}

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Dakota City

Current Players: @Moskau Spieluhr as Vixen and @The Bork Lazer as Static

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Let's get this out of the way. I'm no historian but I'm not a tourist at all. You pick up a lot of things at the dinner table when your father is a community worker. I've lived in Dakota all my life and although, those old coots down at Sadler could bore you with stories about how Dakota was founded by Governer Mc blah blah blah, I'm gonna give three straight facts about Dakota from the defender of Dakota City, the Kilowatt Kid and definitely not the son of Black Lightning.

Fact number one. Dakota is not dead. At least yet.

I'll say this. Dakota was and still is a city of potential. Besides, why would every Wall Street investor pump millions of dollars into our ports five years ago? Every citizen of Dakota City has an unwavering tenacity to them in the face of inescapable hope. We work our hardest everyday to make sure the city doesn't fall apart, even as it collapses around us.

Fact number two. Dakota was not better before the Big Bang.

Every local person I've met gets teary-eyed about the days, reminiscing about the good old days before the Big Bang. I'm sorry to burst that big bubble of yours but Dakota never experienced a golden age in its entire lifetime. It lagged behind the rest of America when the Industrial Revolution came knocking. Due to its position on one of the Five Great Lakes and the complete lack of government oversight, bootlegging and trafficking across the Canadian-USA border prospered. Every gang in Dakota City can trace their origins back to these mules.

About all of that investment? Well, even with all those fat stacks of cash, the city council decided to spend all of it on vanity projects just to pump their own egos. Who needs larger hospitals when you could have a marina that no one uses unless they want to fork out a ludicrously large sum of rent? The predictions of economists failed to take into account corruption. And don't even get me started on how skewed the election process for becoming mayor is. My dad's stories of his own campaign are enough on a indictment already.

Fact number three. Dakota City has the highest concentration of meta-humans on the mid-eastern region.

At least, one paper from S.T.A.R Labs officially said so until the city council denied the possibility of there. The official state census is that there are currently 10 existing and alive Bang Babies within Dakota City.

Why is it then that I faced more than 15 different Bang Babies during those first weeks of chaos?

Why is it that the hospitals are currently reporting melted doorways, busted walls and empty hospital beds with over 80 unaccounted people who were exposed to the Big Bang?

The Big Bang has made Dakota City into one big chemical reaction that's waiting to happen and trust me, just when it seems like it's settling down, someone's gonna be stupid enough to light the fuse.

When it does happen, I hope I'll be there to meet it head-on.

LOCATIONS:

HEMINGWAY - Belongs to [The Bork Lazer/Static]

PARIS ISLAND - Belongs to [The Bork Lazer/Static]

SADLER - Belongs to [The Bork Lazer/Static]

UTOPIA - Belongs to [The Bork Lazer/Static]

WASHINGTON AVENUE - Belongs to [Moskau Spieluhr/Vixen]

IMPORTANT PERSONS:

Christina Martinez- Belongs to [Moskau Spieluhr/Vixen]

Robert Campbell - Belongs to [Moskau Spieluhr/Vixen]

Tarmac - Belongs to [Moskau Spieluhr/Vixen]

ORGANIZATIONS:

DAKOTA 7 EYEWITNESS NEWS - Belongs to [Moskau Spieluhr/Vixen]

FREEMAN COMMUNITY CENTER - Belongs to [The Bork Lazer/Static]

HEMINGWAY HIGH SCHOOL - Belongs to [The Bork Lazer/Static]

EVENTS:

THE BIG BANG - Belongs to [The Bork Lazer/Static]

Bork Lazer's Storage Bunker

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STATIC: SPECIAL CROSSOVER ISSUE # 3

EVENT: ABSOLUTE CRISIS

Cold. That was the first word on his mind, flying upwards above the Narrows. Teeth chattering, he wiped a sheen of dew that had accumulated on his googles from his trek towards Staten Island.

Then, a face-full of sea-gull slammed into him.

“ Motherfu-” His shouts were blocked out by the wild roar of the southerly wind. Feathered wings flapped in his face, the smell of bird poo and sour fish choking his senses. He waved his arms uncoordinatedly, one foot coming loose. Crud. He slipped off the slick metal and would have nearly fell into the murky depths below. If it wasn't for his last minute thinking. Static charge built up on his fingertips, allowing him to stick to the bottom of the manhole like an old piece of gum. He watched as the flock dispersed, squawking in laughter. Virgil swayed in the air precariously for a few moments before managing to haul himself back up on the thick disc of grilled steel. He'd imagined his obituary for a second.

VIRGIL HAWKINS. 2001 - 2019. DIED BECAUSE HE WAS SURPRISED BY BIRDS.

He would never live that one down if it happened.

Virgil found it odd that he’d never seen the ocean before. He’d explored swimming pools, rivers and lakes before but nothing could compare to the wide open blue vistas in front of him. Sea salt flecked on his lips, soaking in the cold, briny air. The polarized goggles protected his pupils from the blistering autumn gales, eyes narrowing on his target. Staten Island. The site of one of the last towers. He was still too far away and worse of all, the weather wasn't helping either. The Dakotan native muscles bunched up in the chill. The cloth of his jacket flapped relentlessly in the middle of the bay. That and his reserves were beginning to peter out. His legs were beginning to feel like jelly. He hadn’t traveled this far and for so long before. The glowing stripes on his jacket began to dim in luminescence in a traffic light.

Screams echoed over the waters. Words that he heard a dozen times over in different contexts over hundreds of patrols, coming somewhere over from the bridge between Brooklyn and Staten Island.

No. He couldn’t give up now. He still needed to do this. If he'd give up now, then, what about Dakota? Dakota could have been hit by this damn thing and he'd have been none the wiser for it. Hell, if Sharon and Dad were in the thick of it right now......A look of grim determination spread upon his face. He needed more speed. The low hum of current increased in volume and the bottom of his surfboard exploded in a burst of blue brilliance. Air parted and rushed into the void, thunder reverberating behind him.

The Verrazano sliced through the bay like a rib-cage, a bulky mass of gun-metal steel protruding above the swirling water. He flew in closer, hovering above the chaos of beeping cars and shouting drivers. The intersections were gummed up with mile-long traffic jams, everyone trying desperately to flee from Brooklyn towards Staten Island. At the back were a school of buses and behind them were a crowd of infected individuals that were slowly closing their jaws on the rear of the conga line.

He came down like a streak of lightning, standing with his arms crossed between the school bus and the horde.

“ I’ve had a real long day today. So, here’s what I’m only gonna say this once. All of you can just go have fun with one another while I escort these people out of here. Sound like a deal?”

There was a pregnant pause. The crowd remained glued to their position whilst the bus passengers behind him waited with bated breath. A scream followed by several others dashed Virgil’s hopes as dozens charged towards him, leaping and vaulting over cars and obstacles.

“ All right, then.” Virgil grunted, electromagnetically pushing a sedan that had stopped in the middle of the intersection in front of the crowd to act as a shield.

" If you're still alive after this - " Virgil looks back at the crowd. " I'm gonna need to borrow one of your buses for a second."

Looks of confusion were shared between each of the passengers. Virgil signed. " Trust me. It'll make more sense later."

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Drone 4_A_23_Alpha . It’s host would soon expire within 23 hours, 15 minutes and 10 seconds from a blood hemorrhage. It was enough time to fulfill the parameters of the task that it had been given. A number of unknown variables hadn’t been taken into account. Other drones relay across the network, Group Beta 3 klicks away whilst Group Cossack is 5 klicks away. The mission parameters wouldn’t be satisfied if

The target is currently airborne, a distance of 80 meters above and 0.5 klicks away from the central node. Further analysis through the drones infra-red sensors and through the vision of their hosts indicates that this unknown variable, 'Static', is on top of this bus. He breaches through the outer perimeter.

Drone 4_A_23_Alpha signals to the rest of the swarm to move in on the coordinates.

High priority.

The tower is under attack.

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“ WHEELS ON THE BUS GO ROUND AND ROUND, MOTHERFUCKERS!”

The bus slammed into the base of the tower like a battering ram, shaking from the impact.

There!

Well, only one way to find out. Virgil gingerly removed the gloe right hand, already feeling the heavy voltage seeping into the air. The hairs on his fingers were on end, only millimeters away from touching the power conduit.

He screamed as he pushed the electricity out into the web of wiring interlaced throughout the tower. Circuits overloaded, capacitors shattered apart and internal resistors melted like wax. Every drop of electricity he had within him and more was forced within the machine.

Something trickled down his nose. He wiped his upper lip with a finger and saw crimson stained on the whorls of his fingerprints.

That wasn't supposed to come out of your nose like that.

Why was he feeling tired so suddenly?

And then, Virgil collapsed.

Bork Lazer's Storage Bunker

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T P R O P O S A L

S T A T I C

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^{_{V I R G I L H A W K I N S ♦ C O L L E G E S E N I O R ♦ D A K O T A C I T Y , M I C H I G A N ♦ B A N G B A B Y H E R O}}

C O N T I N U I N G C O N C E P T:

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^{"When you see the lightning, you best be ready to hear the thunder."}

Before the Big Bang, there was nothing. Now? I'm something else.

Two months after the Electrocutioner's attack, the life of Virgil Ovid Hawkins, geeky college senior, and Static , defender of Dakota City, have become inseparable from one another. College drama and gossip has become routine for Virgil Hawkins Meanwhile, Static has become a symbol of heroism within Dakota City by the locals and over the last month, has become heavily involved in the community of Dakota City, particularly assisting Freeman Community Center.

Things are changing within Dakota City. With the local city election around the corner, Virgil's dad, Robert Hawkins, leader of Freeman Community Center, is campaigning for the position of Mayor with a sizable majority of the city population supporting him. Current incumbent mayor, Mayor Jefferson, an old conservative who is controversial for his decisions that led to the Big Bang, is aware of the threat to his position. With whistle-blowers revealing a connection between Alva Industries, one of Mayor Jefferson's campaign funders and the Big Bang incident, Dakota City seems to be on the cusp on change.

In response to Stryfe's attack, metahuman activity has re-surged all over the country and super gangs that were once afraid of the Kilowatt Kid are now crawling out of the woodwork. The Rough Pack and the Blood Syndicate are tussling on the street with one another, claiming territory and turf in a feud that may rip apart Dakota City. The Night Breed continue to protest on the steps of Dakota's Municipal Office to seek a cure to their photo-allergic condition. All the while, Ebon, enigmatic leader of the Meta-Breed, watches from the shadows to take advantage of opportunities that come from the chaos.

Dakota City has become a powder keg waiting to go off. The future of this great city lies within the choices of one Virgil Hawkins, the Kilowatt Kid, The Defender of Dakota City, Static. Because in Dakota City, everyone always has a choice to make.

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:

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Continuing on from the finale of last season and the crisis itself, I feel that Static's story should continue to be the quintessential bildungsroman or a story of growth that naturally expands on the themes of responsibility whilst increasing in scale. Season 1 of Static focused on a fairly, personal story to ground out and characterize Virgil. This time, Season 2 will be be more epic in scale, focusing on Virgil dealing with the ramifications of the Big Bang on the social structure of Dakota City itself and the various factions that have been 'birthed' as a result of the incident.

Another concept that I want to explore more this season, which I left breadcrumbs and hints throughout Season One, is the concept of Black Lightning as Static's father. It's an arguably rare concept that I haven't seen explored in any DC comics about the sheer coincidence of the two existing in the same universe. In terms of how I want to explore Black Lightning, I'm primarily basing this version on Black Lightning: Year One and Cold Dead Hands with a twist of my own. What does it mean to live up to someone's legacy, especially when they're supposed to act as a parental figure to you?

C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:

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//Jefferson Davis/Black Lightning - Michigan State Department of Education newest candidate principle for Hemingway High, legendary hero, Black Lightning and birth father of Virgil Hawkins. Looking forward to an eventual father-son reunion.

//Richard Foley - Virgil's best pal in Hemingway High and a code junkie.

//Robert Hawkins - Virgil's stepfather who Virgil considers his true birth father over Black Lightning. Holds the position of Head Manager of Freeman Community Center and currently running a campaign for the position of 25th Mayor of Dakota City.

//Sharon Hawkins - Virgil's elder step-sister who is currently studying in Dakota City University.

//Herman Schultz/The Shocker - Virgil's former criminal confidant who was a member of the supervillain team, Squadron Supreme. Currently serving penance for his crimes in Ryker's Island.

//Ebon - Master of Shadows. The Shadow Man. The Night Strider. Only his true name is whispered fearfully between scum of the streets of Dakota. This powerful metahuman demagogue is rumoured to be the mysterious leader of the Meta-Breed and has his hands dirty in virtually every criminal gang and organisation within Dakota City. No one knows the truth of whether he is actually real or not.

//The Meta Breed - A gang of teenage Bang Baby supremacists, several members of which took part in the infamous 'Week of Terror' that preceded after the Big Bang. Their base of operations are rumored to be located within the Dakota Exclusion Zone, commonly known as the Black Hole.

//Nightingale - Prominent meta-human activist and leader of a disenfranchised group of homeless Bang Babies known as the Night-Breed. Currently seeking a cure to their debilitating condition. Unbeknownst to the public, she has made an alliance with the Meta-Breed.

//The Night Breed - A large group of Bang Babies who possess yellow-slitted eyes and a condition which makes them deathly allergic to sunlight. Currently inhabit the abandoned Dakota Metroway.

//Holocaust - Notorious outspoken militant pyrokinetic leader of the recently formed Blood Syndicate. Aims to bring order to the streets and expand the territory of his gang aggressively.

//The Blood Syndicate - A gang formed from the remnants of the two largest gangs that took part in the Paris Island Gang Bang - The Paris Bloods and the Force Syndicate. Currently located within the north-west of Dakota City in Prospect Hills. Suffering from a number of issues such as in-fighting, lack of a central vision and the death of their former leader - Tech 9.

//The Rough Pack - A small gang ruled by a trio of animal-themed Bang Babies, Hyde, Kangor and Ferret, who engage in petty crime and robberies. Ridiculed and disrespected by other Bang Baby organisations within the city.

//Adam Evans/Rubberband Man - Hip-hop artist and host of the radio show 'Dakota Midnight Central' who goes by the psuedonym of 'Rubberband Man'. His studio is currently based in Sadler.

//Larry Buchinsky/The Electrocutioner - Former member of the Squadron Supreme and associate of the Shocker who has been arrested for his attempts to kill Static and is currently on route to being imprisoned within the Raft.

//Edwin Alva - CEO of Alva Industries, a multi-national corporation whose headquarters are based within Dakota City. Avid financial supporter of Mayor Jefferson's campaign and under scrutiny for being linked to the Big Bang.

//Mayor Jefferson - Controversial 24th District Mayor of Dakota City who authorized the use of the mutagen on gangsters which catalyzed the Big Bang. Has a 'tough-on-crime' attitude and believes Bang Babies to be detrimental to Dakota City.

S E A S O N O N E S Y N O P S I S:

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One month after the Big Bang, 18 year old Virgil Hawkins, has been secretly operating as the urban vigilante, Static. Suffering from the pressures of responsibility upon his shoulders as well as grief from the loss of his mother, Virgil wonders whether or not he should still continue to be a superhero. During one routine patrol of Hemingway, Static encounters an individual identifying himself as the Shocker who has been hired by Ebon, the leader of the Meta-Breed, to kill the local superhero. At the end of their bout involving improvised molotov cocktails and excessive use of vehicles, Virgil ends up with his powers severely crippled and a broken arm.

With the help of his best friend, Richard Foley, and a series of coincidences, Virgil finds out that his chemistry teacher, Harry Schumer, is actually Herman Schultz, the real Shocker who retired from the criminal gang known as the Squadron Supreme years ago. Throughout their conversation, Schultz reveals that a prototype suit of his was stolen by an unknown robber and that he wasn't responsible for Virgil's broken arm. Much to th Virgil's irritation, Herman tries to convince him to retire from superheroics, using an old anecdote involving his last mission with the Squadron Supreme where Larry Buchinsky, the Electrocutioner, murdered the Crimson Avenger during a bank robbery.

Taking a break from high-school and his vigilante escapades by having brunch with his step-father in Sadler's Shack, Virgil is introduced to his father's co-worker, Larry Buchinsky, much to his distress. Larry soon recognizes the tell-tale signs of nervousness and figures out through a series of clues that Virgil Hawkins is indeed Static. Confronting Virgil out of costume in his dorm room, Buchinsky offers Virgil a deal that he'll leave him alone in return for Virgil never engaging in vigilante action ever again. Unsurprisingly, Virgil refuses the offer and nearly dies if it wasn't for Herman saving him, once again returning as the Shocker. The ensuing fight between the Electriocutioner and the duo of Shocker and Static soon results in Virgil gaining his powers back and overloading Electrocutioner's newly upgraded armor with enough juice to fry a neighborhood.

After the arrest of the Electroctioner, Virgil resolves to become more involved within the community with a fresh perspective and fully embrace the role of 'Static', deciding to play an active part within the future of Dakota. Herman is arrested for his former crimes, albeit leaving on good terms with Virgil in spite of his criminal background being exposed to the public. Meanwhile, forces work and conspire to overthrow the system of Dakota City whilst a familiar face arrives on the outskirts of Utopia, eager to meet their son.......

P O S T C A T A L O G:

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_{S E A S O N O N E: Shockin' The System}

1.1 - BANG
1.2 - SNAP
1.3 - FEEDBACK
1.4 - SHOCKER
1.5 - JUNCTION
1.6 - WIRE
1.7 - FUSEBOX
1.8 - CIRCUIT-BREAKER
1.9 - TRANSFORMER

_{S E A S O N T W O: Power Outage}

𝕮𝖔𝖎𝖓𝖘 - Chaos and Order

Jonah Remington

Operative File

In the left corner, this man is the undisputed prince of pugilism, the Bronx Bulldog, the ring is his kingdom. 6 feet tall and weighing in at 180 pounds, 81.1 kilograms, from New York of the U.S of A, he's a newcomer who's ready to rumble......

JONAH REMINGTON

29 | Male | 6'0 | B-

General Information

NAME: Jonah Jack Remington

PSEUDONYM: Arnold Donald

APPEARANCE: Jonah is the living incarnation of a patchwork doll, a weathered mountain of a man who everyone avoids. Yet, in spite of his seemingly intimidating visage, there's a hint of melancholy that leaks through the cracks every now and then. His face tells of a long genetic heritage of violent encounters, a long square jaw and boulder-like skull topped with a mop of shaved sandy, blonde hair. His two eyes glint differently from one another, his real one a pool of green while his glass prosthetic remains an imperfect copy, a still mirror.

Jonah prefers to wear rugged and durable plain-cloth apparel, his wardrobe consisting of buttoned, collared shirts and canvas pants in faded colors. In recent times, he's taken to wearing a long sleeve shirt to hide his amputated right arm, although, it often leaves one empty sleeve dangling like a shriveled branch from his shoulder. Stripes of boxing tape are often wrapped around the palm of his right hand.

OCCUPATION: Jonah once was a professional boxer, touted to represent the USA in the Olympics, before washing out and retiring early after a controversial match. Now, Jonah works as a boxing trainer at Jerry's Boxing Consortium down by the Upper West Side.

Psychological Profile

Rash | Blunt | Self-Depreciating | Bold | Stubborn | Honorable

VIRTUE: HONOR - In spite of his inability to be sensitive nor handle social situations with a great deal of care, Jonah is the very model of what it means to be an honorable man. Jonah will not be swayed by any means to negotiate doing morally ambiguous actions for the 'greater good' nor does he take part in lying to his close friends or family. Throughout crises or difficult situations, he will always maintain his moral compass, no matter the cost. He ultimately believes in doing the right thing no matter what and believes in treating his friends as well as his enemies fairly in return. Jonah can always be counted on to be the first man who acts as a check to those who would propose solutions that would be deemed....questionable.

VICE: TEMPER - Unfortunately, Jonah's sense of honor is often warped by his tendency towards anger. His foul temper often flares and rises like a inferno, appearing in the worse of times and mainly stems from his feelings of ineptitude and lack of self worth. Whenever an opposing party is in the wrong, Jonah forgoes the concept of mercy and moves straight to punishment without any second thought. Though he can control his temper in trivial and small matters, one can be expected for him to respond with anger if he becomes impatient or perceives something as morally wrong.

Attempting to rationalize or to reason with Jonah when he is angry may prove difficult and often results in friendly fire. Jonah's predilection towards responding with threats of physical violence which he usually follows up on makes it extremely difficult for him to maneuver through situations that require delicate diplomacy.

PERSONAL GOALS: Living in a state of ennui for the last few years in self-imposed shame and grief over his crippled body and loss of his boxing license, Jonah has joined Gage in a last-ditch attempt to get revenge on Pyramid Micro-Systems, his former sponsors, for not providing sponsorship fees for his medical bills. Though he never mentions it outwardly, Jonah has also joined Gage's group in order to accumulate enough money to buy himself a new prosthetic arm in which to make him 'whole' again, not realizing that being physically whole doesn't equate to being mentally whole.

PERSONAL PHILOSOPHY: Jonah is an individualist once defined himself as a man who lives his life by tackling his problems head-on instead of avoiding them, by transforming yourself instead of waiting for the world to transform for you. He prides on being able to solve his problems by himself instead of relying on other people or a collective. Since his injury, his beliefs in being self-independent have deteriorated and spiraled into a form of destructive self-depreciation where he continues to push himself to his limits and blames himself for every conceivable mistake. However, he attempts to hide this behind his braggadocio.

FEARS
- Defeat
- Dark, Enclosed Spaces
- Being Useless

LIKES
- Classical Music
- Combat
- All You Can Eat Buffets
- Exercise
- Swimming in Pools
- Friendly Sparring
- Cheesy 80s Movies

DISLIKES
- Needles
- Hospitals
- Meditation
- Yoga
- Pirate Jokes

QUIRKS

- By mistake, Jonah forgets that his right arm is missing when he reaches out for a handshake or to grab something.

- Jonah is prone to hyperbolic trash-talking and posturing in tense situations in an attempt to increase his own confidence.

Background Information

” I've fought many things, you see. I arm wrestled a tornado. Hospitalized a tree. Won a staring contest with the sun. Yet, time's the guy that always knocks me out.”

A Manhattan native by birth, living a life full of early expectations wasn't the ideal one that Jonah imagined when his father took him to his first boxing gym at the age of 8. Jonah took to training like a fish to water and was told by his father from a young age that boxing wasn't just a sport, boxing would be his way of life. Training and coached relentlessly everyday, Jonah applied for amateur boxing tournaments and rose up through the ranks, astounding lay-men and watchers with his deadly accuracy and ballerina like footwork. Jonah eventually received a state-sanctioned boxing license and began fighting in professional matches, televised, live. Soon enough, a promoter contacted him with an interesting proposition. A sponsorship from the multi-national corporation, Pyramid Micro-Systems.

Pyramid Micro-Systems marketing department had recently made endeavours into promoting their products through the world of sports and was aiming to use Jonah as a pipeline into the world of boxing. Reviewing the potential benefits and risks of accepting Pyramid Micro-systems as a sponsor, Jonah accepted the deal right into one of his first major professional matches with Markus Jorgensen, current welterweight boxing champion with a stellar record of 20-1.

The match was controversial to say the least. Perhaps looking for old glory or unwilling to let go of his belt so easily, Markus Jorgensen had one last trick up his sleeves. Or rather his gloves. When Jonah stepped into the ring and began duking it out with the 10 year veteran, he immedietely noticed that there was something wrong. Markus's punches felt like kissing a highway car and drawed blood far more easier than they should have. By the time he realised something was wrong, Markus had Jonah over the ropes and was pounding him relentlessly. Before the cheating champ was restrained by the referee, Markus landed a combination of haymakers that tore out Jonah's left eye. The attempt to knock him out had gassed Markus and with the last vestiges of his strength, Jonah landed a haymaker that blew Markus onto his back before blacking out.

Waking up in a hospital, disoriented and confused, Jonah woke up to his father explaining the details to him. A safety commission had investigated Markus's conduct during the match and discovered the boxing gloves had been lined with lead. Furthermore, Pyramid Microsystems refused to give Jonah medical assistance and had rescinded and terminated the terms of their sponsorship, claiming that they didn't want to be further involved with him after the incident. Jonah was still adamant on not suffering an early retirement and promised to sue Pyramid Micro-Systems for not providing him the sponsorship deal that they had discussed. Disaster struck again as Jonah drove away from Pyramid Micro-System's office in a fit of rage-induced driving, only to end up in an car accident that had resulted in the permanent amputation of his arm. That had been the final straw for poor Jonah and he threw his hat into the ring, giving up on his dreams of being a professional boxer and signing up as a boxing trainer at a local gym.

Lost within the hours of teaching amateurs how to do a proper job and bereft of the spirit that had left him all those years ago, Jonah was desensitized to the news of the alleged terrorist attack at the Beacon on June 16th, 2019. While he didn't expect it to impact him at all, Jonah soon found out that several members of the gym had been affected, as several of their family members and friends had been all affected. Troubled by the sense of powerlessness and the fact that he couldn't just solve a problem by punching it, Jonah retired to a seedy night-club within New York.

Finding himself in a pub and ordering a lager, Jonah heard the sound of someone sitting behind him, wood scratching on the floor. Briefly considering whether or not the probability of a bar fight was going to become certain in the next few minutes, Jonah found his worries assuaged when the stranger paid for his tab in a generous offer. Struck by this act of benevolence, Jonah asked what his name was.

" Gage. And I've got an interesting offer to make you, Jonah Remington...."

Operative Information

[THE ENFORCER]

ROLE DESCRIPTION: When the mission requires a more direct approach and tasks demanding physical effort are required, Jonah's aptitude in pugilistic endeavors and athletic ability has placed him in the perfect role of the Enforcer. In situations that involve physical violence and intimidation, Jonah is the perfect man for the job to, for a better lack of word, beat the shit out of anyone that might oppose their mission objective. His ability to respond to close quarter situations and skill in unarmed combat allows him to dispatch any threat to the group. His specialization in boxing as well allows him to act as a perfect field operative for being able to operate in environments that are composed of multiple moving variables.

When working alongside members of the group that specialize in changing the variables of the environment, Jonah acts as a force multiplier, allowing the aims of the entire group to be achieved much faster.

POSSESSIONS: Roll of Boxing Tape and a box of Tic-Tacs.

SKILLS

//The Art of Effective Communication

- Or rather the fist. In spite of his embarrassing professional record, Jonah is quite capable as an boxer and is capable of properly taking down any opponent with a textbook uppercut, jab or hook. Years of training have created an encyclopediac library of muscle memories that form a fighter's intuition. Lastly, his knowledge of vital points and areas of weakness in a human body allows him to efficiently incapacitate any opponent in a short amount of time without wasting precious energy, even though it might be life threatening to a certain extent.

//Move like a Bee, Sting like a Butterfly

- That's not the correct quote but being able to move fast and hit hard worked for one of the famous boxers in the world. With footwork and agility drills ingrained into his body, Jonah's fast-paced reflexes allow him to react quickly to situations without a second thought and stay calm in the middle of heavy action.

FLAWS

//One Arm Tied Behind My Back

- There's not much you can do with one arm. In spite of Jonah's attempts to adapt to life, having two arms is undoubtedly better than being an amputee, making it much more harder for him to accomplish tasks that would be simple to a normal individual.

//Blind-Spot

- Most people manage seeing with one eye but Jonah finds it difficult to live with an imperfect field of peripheral vision, which can make life all the more difficult for him. While he's gotten used to it over time, it's something that smart individuals can take advantage of given the right circumstances.

//Rules of the Game

- Deriving from his background in professional boxing, Jonah is a firm believer in not committing to any actions that would be morally ambiguous or that would involve serious criminal activity. Though it's not the extent that he's a pacifist, Jonah will always be the first one to speak out when any member of the group proposes actions that would be normally sketchy.

//I'll Talk With My Fist

- Despite having taken several anger management courses, albeit online ones, Jonah's response to any opposition is to use violence. Of course, physical brutality isn't his first response to every situation but rather, it's his first instinct. Of course, instincts shouldn't be relied on when handling situations that require finesse or delicacy....

SECRET COUNT: ZERO

NOTES:

Not satisfied but I will try to make edits tomorrow or next week. Until then, I'll eagerly accept any criticism on this first draft.

𝕮𝖔𝖎𝖓𝖘 - Chaos and Order

I'm struggling between 4 different character concepts and I've got no idea which one to choose, arrrgghhghdhgdsfjh.

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Operative File

Operative File

[N A M E]
[AGE] | [GENDER] | [HEIGHT] | [BLOOD TYPE]

General Information

NAME:

PSEUDONYM: (This is in essence a ‘codename’ under which you receive your mail from Gage. It was included in the first file he sent to you. If you’d prefer me to come up with one for your character, that can be arranged.)

APPEARANCE: (What makes you unique? How does Gage spot you in a crowd?)

OCCUPATION: (What was your day-to-day like before you met Gage?)

Psychological Profile

Trait | Trait | Trait | Trait | Trait | Trait

VIRTUE: (What makes you Good? This is important. Think up one aspect of life that you hold above all else. In what area are you a paragon? This is not meant to be a skill, but rather, a personal trait that defines your character in their best state.)

VICE: (What makes you Evil? Similarly, this is also very important to the RP. Think up one part of yourself that cripples you. I’m going to be rather strict on this part of the CS as each person’s vice should actually be debilitating to them to a certain degree.)

PERSONAL GOALS: (Why are you still around? Is there anything you’re trying to achieve?)

PERSONAL PHILOSOPHY: (Who are you really? What morally defines you? What drives you?)

FEARS: (What keeps you up at night? What makes you freeze up in the moment? What are you hiding? What do you avoid at all costs?)

LIKES: (Feel free to list a few.)

DISLIKES: (Same as above)

QUIRKS: (What makes you unique for better or worse?)

Background Information

”Character Quote”

(Give me the history of you. Why are you the person you are to this day? What events of your past have brought you here… Aimlessly wandering through life until Gage found you? Take this chance to explain your cursory encounter with either Pyramid Microsystems or the June 6th attack. This will determine your first SECRET. Also, please don’t give this to me in some avant-garde dialogue form. Just write a well thought out summary.)

Operative Information

[R O L E N A M E]

ROLE DESCRIPTION: (Explain your role in the sense of how you came into it. Why are you able to do fulfill it? What applications did it serve in your everyday life? What applications may it have in future operations? Keep your Virtue and Vice in mind when choosing a role.)

POSSESSIONS: (Are there any objects of value that you brought along with you from your previous life into your new life?)

SKILLS: (Feel free to list a few and elaborate a bit. I am not looking for any professional badasses. Remember that to a certain extent, you were just another everyday city-dweller before Gage picked you up. Don’t let me limit you too much, though. Feel free to ask me if you are unsure about something.)

FLAWS: (Aim for three or so. Equal or greater to your number of skills. Try to make them relevant and not just arbitrary things that could never come up. Creating a character with flaws that come out is part of the fun.)

SECRET COUNT: (Here you list the number of SECRETS your character has received throughout the roleplay.

NOTES: