Captain Uni

☣ F A L L O U T : Genesis [High-Casual] ☣

Same boat as Rtron. Sad to see this go but it couldn't be helped. If you reboot this Sofa, you've got a player right here.

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Gonna try to get together with Dblade to continue The Banshee Flies Again sometime in the near future.

Crestwood Hollow - A Superhuman RP

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I've been slowly giving people feedback. Running a bit behind as this produced far more interest than I anticipated.

@Lord Wraith

And speaking of...

I'm gonna drop my interest, because there's already so many people and I don't think I'd be able to match up to any of the others' sheets, let alone keep up with the RP on the off chance I did get in.

Have fun with the game, everyone.

Crestwood Hollow - A Superhuman RP

You know I'm in.

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@Unknown100 Can never go wrong with the classic No Holds Barred Beatdown trope to kick off the plot. Just ask Denny O'Neil.

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As the first person to unlock a secondary, I am proud to present...

ANIMAL MAN

It's A Jungle Out There!

Take A Walk On The Wild Side

Player Name:
Simple Unicycle

Secondary Character:
Cliff Baker, Animal Man II

Secret Identity:
Clifford Bernhard 'Cliff' Baker

Status:
Solo (perhaps joining the Titans or JLU in the future)

Age:
23

City:
His mission takes him around the world, though his primary base is in Coast City.

Day Job:
Indie Comic Artist

Powers:
First and foremost, Cliff is a conduit of the Red, like his father and his sister, though his connection isn't as strong. Still, he can use the basic powers that come with being connected to the Red:

Animal Mimicry
Cliff is able to temporarily borrow the abilities of any animal within a fifteen mile radius. This includes borrowing the abilities of an elephant to make himself stronger, the abilities of a sparrow to fly, or the abilities of a cockroach to make himself nigh-unkillable.

Animal Empathy
Cliff is able to communicate with animals using minor telepathy, and is able to soothe them if they are angry or send them into a rage to attack any enemies nearby. This is less mind control and more trying to nudge them into doing what he wants them to do, and it can backfire.

Weaknesses:
All Good Things Must Come To An End
Cliff can't keep using his powers forever. He can use them for about 30 minutes, then he has to cut back. Any longer and he begins to feel drained, once he's passed the three hour threshold he's dead.

Only Human... Mostly
When not using his powers, Cliff is still as human as can be. He's deathly allergic to being shot, stabbed, cut, vaporized, and crushed.

Skills:
Scrappiest of Scrappers
Following the disappearance of his father, Cliff fell into a rebellious phase and started picking fights. This has led to him being a talented street fighter, utilizing a pragmatic mindset to do whatever it takes to end a fight fast.

Appearance:
Cliff is an average man by all means, standing at 5'11 and weighing in at 168 pounds. His hair is neatly cut (having outgrown his mullet phase in recent years) and naturally auburn red (though dyed blond so he looks more like his father), and his face is cleanly shaven (some of the time). His eyes are green and usually looking around very quickly. His attire most often consists of a t-shirt, jeans, and sport shoes, with his father's leather jacket completing the ensemble.

BRIEF Bio:

Summary: Cliff and his family's life got turned upside down by the Rot. After Animal Man defeated the Rot with the help of Swamp Thing, Cliff was almost killed by a boy working with the Rot, surviving but falling into a coma. When he awoke, he found his father was gone. Originally sad, Cliff eventually became angry and fell into a rebellious phase, before finally accepting it was a part of his life that his father was gone.

However, Cliff went looking through his father's things as an adult, and discovered an artifact of the Red. He was taken to the Red, finding his way to the Parliament of Limbs. They berated him, and hinted that they had his father captive inside the Red. They then sent him back to Earth, where Cliff decided to become the new Animal Man after discovering he had his father's abilities.

Full Bio

Cliff's life has never really been a normal one.

His father had been moonlighting as a hero since before Cliff was born, and when Cliff was 14 his sister started showing that she had powers just like their father's. Then, a bunch of zombie-animal-monster-things started hunting their family, forcing them to travel around the country. Finally, the zombie-animal-monster-things were defeated by his father.

Yeah, not exactly normal.

However, some stuck-up brat that worked with the monsters decided he'd try and kill Cliff's dad after all was said and done, and Cliff stepped in to take the blow. Luck was on his side amazingly, and he managed to hold out long enough for his family to get him to a hospital. Luck wasn't on his side when he fell into an eight month long coma.

When he woke up his father was missing. At first, Cliff was sad, crying for his father almost every night. Sadness morphed into anger, picking fights at school and falling into the wrong crowd. Finally anger morphed into indifference, and it was just a fact of life that his father was gone and probably never coming back. But his entire life, even after he got his driver's license, after he graduated high school, after he graduated from college, a part of him wanted to find his father.

One night, a year ago, he searched through his father's things to find a clue as to what happened to him. He stumbled across a strange wooden totem, covered in a red pattern. As he examined it, the red pattern lit up, and he found himself sucked into a place beyond anything he could imagine...

The Red

He managed to make his way through the land of flesh and bone to find the Parliament of Limbs. His discussion with them was largely one-sided, them criticizing him for coming there and thinking he could become their Avatar (whatever that means). But it was one thing that the giant goat-man thing said that caught his attention.

"That Butter Baker Blondie Man isn't on your Earth anymore, kid."

It wasn't long after that he was sent back to Earth, still holding that totem in his hands. When he returned to Earth, he felt something, a greater connection to things. He could feel the birds flying around outside, the animals at the zoo, everything in the city of San Diego. Cliff focused on the birds... And found that he could fly.

He had his father's abilities.

But even with this amazing revelation unveiled, the thing the goat said kept coming back to his mind... It sounded awfully like those things had his father somewhere in the Red. He would be damned if he would let them keep him there. The totem he had probably wouldn't let him return to the Red, so he'd have to set out to find more.

While continuing to dig through his father's things, he found his father's old Animal Man suit and his jacket, and an idea hit him: why not emulate his father? So, he decided to throw on the old spandex and fight crime, going by his father's alias. Along the way, he became an advocate for animal rights, doing more questionable things than his father would in that fight (famously, or infamously, he broke into a nearby farm and freed all the animals being prepped for slaughter).

To the public, he's just an impulsive, hotshot rookie attempting to emulate a C-list hero. However, this is just a front (well, mostly) so he can mask his true purpose: to search the world for artifacts of the Red and find his father. He hasn't been doing so well in that department, but he has a feeling he's onto something.

Story Arcs:
The Search For Animal Man - An ongoing arc, mostly with Cliff out of costume so he doesn't draw any attention to himself. After meeting with the Parliament of Limbs, Cliff has set out across the world to find more artifacts of the Red, his plan being to use their combined power to open a portal into the land of flesh. Of course, that's far easier said than done. (Solo/Team-Up)

But Some Are More Equal Than Others - Humans are animals too. So why are humans keeping other animals in cages? In which Animal Man decides to spend a night freeing animals from pounds and kennels throughout Coast City, so that those animals can be just as equal as humans. (Solo)

The Line Blurs - Don't worry so much about this one. It'll be my little secret. (Solo)

More to be added as time goes on...

Supporting Characters:
The Search For Animal Man - Any heroes Cliff bumbles his way into working with. Expect him to call up his mother and sister (Ellen and Maxine Baker) as well, when he isn't busy fighting/running for his life.

But Some Are More Equal Than Others - N/A

The Line Blurs - You'll see.

More to be added as time goes on...

Additional Notes:
This character was made with the mindset that the events of the New 52 Animal Man series happened, just with Cliff living through it. As a minor alteration to canon, he was also born after Buddy became Animal Man, giving him an untapped connection to the Red that was activated by his venturing into the Red.
Cliff is vegetarian, part of his advocacy for animal rights.
Cliff has taken many measures to look more like his father, dressing in the exact same outfit as him (just with an added leather jacket thrown over it) and even dying his hair blond.
The Hunt For Animal Man arc will be more along the lines of Indiana Jones, with Cliff traveling the world, searching ancient ruins, teaming up with different characters, and getting entangled in dangerous plots.

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^{May 13th, 2019 - 9:43 PM | Curie Chemical Corporation | Hupert Square}

Inhale. Open your eyes.

Take in as much air as you can. Keep a look out for hostiles. Try not to make a sound.

The Question held his breath, sticking to the shadows to hide from the night guard that was passing by on his patrol. He slipped past the guard, entering an office to both catch his breath and hopefully dig up an important document.

Embrace the purity of mathematics. The building is half a mile in area. Guards posted at every fifty feet. They travel four feet a second. There will be few gaps to slip through.

Fingers flitting through documents in a filing cabinet, he stopped on one that seemed promising, pulling the manilla folder out and flipping through it. A small, smug smirk made its way onto his visage. "Jackpot."

Corporate crimes are no different from a criminal gunning down dozens in a shopping mall in this day and age. It's a new kind of war, one fought on a new battlefield. Its weapons are lawsuits and bribes. Its soldiers white collar workers. Its commanders CEOs and corrupt politicians.

He'll fit right in.

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^{May 14th, 2019 - 6:31 PM | World Wide Broadcasting | Hupert Square}

"- in the water supply, in order to avoid the costs of disposing of the chemicals properly. When asked for a statement, Curie Chemical Corporation executives refused to comment. Multiple high profile residents of Hub City are suing CCC, and the future looks grim for them," Vic shuffled his notes, before looking at the camera dead on. "This is Vic Sage for World Wide Broadcasting. Good night, and good luck, Hub City."

Another day, another dollar. Exposing corporate corruption and opening the eyes of the public, one case and one person at a time. This is what he lives for, and everyday he gets closer to his goal: a world where no one is blind to the corruption around them, and won't stand for it. A world where, eventually, there will be no corruption. A better world.

As he walked off the stage, heading to the parking lot, his production staff congratulated him.

"Great show, Vic," Fred said, patting Vic on the back.

"Really got 'em this time, eh Sage?" Al joked, chuckling as he gave Vic a high five.

"I want to have your children." And then there was Vic's assistant Nora...

... She could be strange sometimes.

Heading out of the station and into the parking lot, Vic stopped to marvel at his pride and joy: a vintage, dark blue 1957 VW Beetle. Getting into his bug, he started the car up, fighting the temptation to rev the engine. "I am not attached to this car. It is merely a material object keeping me from attaining enlightenment. I am not attached to this car."

He peeled out of the parking lot, Porsche engine within the little Beetle roaring like a lion.

"... I'm attached to this car."

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^{May 14th, 2019 - 7:10 PM | Aristotle Rodor's Home | Downtown}

"Brandy, Charles?" Tot offered, raising his own glass.

"Not tonight, Tot. Gotta keep my senses sharp. I'm still gonna be patrolling." Vic settled into the recliner, closing his eyes and falling into a state of semi-awareness.

"Hmph. I keep forgetting that you're a new man, even though it's been at least a decade."

"Not a new man. Just the same old Vic, only reformed."

"And all the better for it."

"So what'd you call me here for, Tot?"

At this, Tot hesitated. "It... It regards Max Bine. The Banshee."

The Banshee. Vic hadn't heard his name in years. "What about him? He's dead."

"... It would appear not."

At this, Vic jolted out of his state of meditation and stared at Tot, slightly ajar jaw the only sign he was surprised. "... How?"

"That, I'm not sure of," Tot replied, setting his glass of brandy down as he approached his computer. "But there have been multiple accounts by witnesses all throughout Chinatown that the Banshee is flying around at night. And, while you were busy playing conspiracy hunter, a CCTV camera recorded this."

The sounds of keys clacking and a mouse clicking eventually led to Tot's flat screen coming on, displaying the camera footage. Though rather low quality, one could make out the silhouette flying in the night. As the Question watched it, he could only thing one thing to himself...

'The Banshee flies again.'

A few moments of silence passed after the footage stopped. Without another word, Vic threw on his coat and hat, stalking out of his friend's house, his grim determination to put an end to this once and for all evident within his step.

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^{May 14th, 2019 - 8:22 PM | Rooftops | Chinatown}

One moment he was threatening to throw a criminal off the roof for information. The next, he was on his ass and gripping at his throbbing head. His vision was darkening, his ears pounding, and it felt like someone drove an ice pick into his skull. Needless to say, it wasn't a very pleasant experience.

Looking around the roof for what exactly caused him this pain in such a short amount of time, he saw nothing- that is, until a form began to rise from its kneeling position. Cape flowing, hood draped over head, and yellow eyes narrowed into a scowl.

'The Banshee flies again.'

The costume was the same, yet different all at once. Gone was the bright lime green, replaced by a more subtle forest green. With it went the exposed mouth, his mask covering his entire face. Still, it was unmistakably the Banshee standing before him.

"Thought I... Kicked your ass... To Kingdom Come..." Question coughed. "Back for another can o-*wheeze*-of whoopass, eh?"

"Cute that you think your taunts still affect me," Banshee replied, his once rather nasally voiced replaced by an artificially deep and guttural growl. "You've no idea how long I've been waiting for this."

What followed was easily within the top ten of the list of the most brutal beatdowns the Question had received. Not within the top five, but still good enough to rank top ten. It wasn't a very pretty scene, to say the least.

At the end of it all, the vigilante was bloodied and bruised all over.

"Mercy is a small favor that I grant you once more. Make me regret it again, and I will kill you and everyone you love." The Banshee turned to fly off... Only to find the Question's firm grip wrapped around his leg, clinging onto him in a desperate final bid.

The Banshee didn't bother with a physical attack. He simply screamed.

And with that scream, came amplification, which resulted in a piercing noise that nearly made the Question's eardrums burst. His vice grip loosened, allowing the Banshee to escape into the night. The masked lawman simply looked up at the silhouette flying away into the night sky, vision going red.

The Question released a shuddering sigh, then closed his eyes.

To Be Continued

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^{July 13th, 2008 - 11:24 PM | Outside the Banshee's Warehouse | Warehouse District}

The Banshee's warehouse was far too subtle for such a bombastic villain. Peeling silver paint on steel walls, a wooden roof that desperately needed to be retiled, and two large steel doors that were currently cracked open just a little. It blended in well, far too well, and for a moment Question was sure that he had gotten the address wrong. He expected something a little more... Gaudy.

Heading around to the side of the warehouse, Question looked for an alternative entrance. Immediately, his non-existent eyes were drawn to a ladder that lay on the ground, and a second story window up in the air. Grabbing the ladder, the vigilante lifted it and set it up against the wall. Climbing up, he was pleased to note that the ladder stopped just at the window, which he opened and climbed into.

Time to catch a nutcase.

Question crouched down and hid behind a crate, looking around the second floor. Nothing here but some more crates. How anti-climactic. Now he was sure he had the wrong address. Still, he continued on, creeping down the stairs to the first floor.

Now this was more like it. A bunch of exotic science equipment that looked like something from a chemist's wet dream, goons in identical green suits, and a death trap that looked like it was pulled from a Bond movie. And let's not forget the villain himself, the Banshee, who was... Nowhere to be found. That was strange.

Then Question heard it, the same voice he encountered just a week ago. He looked over to the source, and found a man in a similarly green suit, the only thing differentiating him from the others being his green fedora. "C'mon boys, time'sa wasting, I want this all to be set up before the night's out!" Outside of the suit, the Banshee actually looked like some normal guy. He was expecting his muscles to be bulging like they were in the suit, but really, he looked scrawny.

But no matter. Question needed to take these guys out. There was no way he could handle thirteen guys, one with super strength. He'd need to do this quietly, one at a time. Heading all the way down to the first floor, he crept towards a goon. He applied a chokehold, but the goon responded quickly, elbowing the vigilante until the both fell back onto a nearby table with a radio. The radio fell to the ground, coming to life just as Question finally knocked the man out with a punch to the temple. The sounds of the music drew the attention of the others, who looked surprised to see the vigilante there.

"Oh shit," Question said, falling into a fighting stance as the goons approached him cautiously, "I love this song!" The group readied themselves, some grabbing weapons and the rest putting their fists forward. "Do me a favor and don't go down easily."

With those words, the vigilante ran towards the group of goons, delivering a leaping kick to the chest of the nearest one. Now on top of the poor bastard, Question swung a left hook to his face to knock him out. Narrowly dodging a wild haymaker, he grabbed that goon's arm and flung him into another, rolling back to get a fair distance away from the rest.

"What, that's it? I was expecting a bit more of a challenge, but I just took out like three guys in less than ten seco- ACK!" Question's taunt was cut off by a baseball bat hitting him in the back of the head, sending him to the floor. Taking advantage of his momentary weakness, the goons surrounded him, wailing on him with all they had, one even burying a switchblade into his back.

They stopped a few moments after the Question went limp. "Did we get him?"

"Safe to say we did, yeah."

"Get the corpse out of here. We need to finish setting up."

Two goons hefted the Question off the ground, one grabbing his arms and the other his legs... Only to shout in surprise as he jumped out of their arms, attacking them in a flurry of fists and feet. Before long, they were both unconscious on the ground, and Question was standing over them looking pissed (an impressive feat considering his lack of a face).

"It'll take more than a couple of punches and a knife in the back to keep me down."

Question counted the men standing. Six. There should be seven. The Banshee was gone. No matter. He was absolutely livid. He was going to vent his frustration on these guys, and save the Banshee for the grand finale.

The goons just stood there, visibly hesitating. "What are you waiting for? Come on!"

This broke their hesitation. The rest of the fight was a blur of punches, kicks, and bats swinging. Question had fallen into 'combat mode' as he liked to call it. No plans. Just instincts. Dislocate a jaw there, break an arm here, kick a kneecap in there... Before long he stood victorious over the thugs, sweat and blood mingling into his wounds.

Yanking the switchblade out of his back and dropping it on the ground, Question looked around for the Banshee. "Ready or not, here I come."

"You won't have to look far, meddler." There he was, striding down the staircase in full costume. "Here I am."

"Hrm." Why would he bother to dress in his costume? He had powers, it wasn't like... Then it hit him. "I think I've figured you out. You don't have powers," Question gestured towards the costume, "It's an exoskeleton."

"Very good. I can fly naturally, yes..." Banshee looked at his right hand, clenching it into a fist. "... But the strength comes from the suit."

"Well that's not fair. You want a fight between us, right? Why not take off the suit and make it a contest of pure skill?"

At this, Banshee chuckled. "Because I want to see you outsmart me."

"Fair." Question rolled his shoulders back as he cracked his neck and knuckles. "Why don't we get this show on the road?"

In response, Banshee flew forward, and Question dodged his charge, instead letting the villain crash into a table full of lab equipment. He pulled himself up, looked dazed but not too hurt.

"Really? The flying brick trick? What's the fun in that?"

"QUIET, INSECT!" Banshee shouted, instead opting to run at the vigilante to deliver a punch.

"Insect? Really? That's the best you could come up with?" Question taunted, ducking under the punch and opting to throw the Banshee over his shoulders.

"I SAID!" Banshee jumped up, managing to deliver a cross punch to the Question's jaw and send the vigilante flying back. "QUIET!"

Grunting as he got up, Question continued, "What? Not a big fan of talking? That's odd, you're a big talker yourself."

Banshee didn't respond, instead moving forward to attack once more. Question sidestepped his punch, grabbing his arm and flinging him into a wooden crate which broke under the villain's weight.

"I get it. You like to talk big and make jokes out of people, but when it happens to you, you get angry. That's what happened the first time we met."

"SHUT UP!" Question dodged another impulsive attack.

"You don't like people laughing at you. Why not? I mean, running around in a ridiculous get up like that, I figured you'd have some level of self awareness."

Banshee threw a wild haymaker, which Question easily avoided.

"Just look at yourself. You're nothing but a big joke. And you're hilarious." Question began to chuckle, still avoiding and blocking attacks.

"SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!"

"Hahaha! Look at you! You're getting so mad... That you forgot to cover up the big button on your suit reading 'power down'."

"Wha-" Banshee's surprised exclamation was cut off by Question punching him straight in the mouth, sending the villain to the ground. The vigilante pounced on him, delivering more vicious punches.

"Fooled you."

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^{May 19th, 2016 - 4:18 PM | Outside of World Wide Broadcasting | Hupert Square}

And as Vic Sage exited WWB, having secured his job back, he finished remembering days long past. After Question defeated him and brought him to the police, the Banshee was locked up in Stateville Correctional Center in their new cell block for metahumans, and was killed when the bus transferring him to Blackgate crashed into a lake.

Back then, Vic rejoiced when the nutjob was announced dead, but now he wishes that the Banshee (or rather, Max Bine) was sent to a mental institution to get the help he needed. But no matter. The past is the past. There's nothing he can do to change it, no matter how much he wishes he could.

He exited the train, walking past the graffiti that sparked this trip on memory lane. And as he walked back to the hotel he was staying at, he could only think one thing:

He can change the future.

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Everybody has fancy maps for their cities and I'm just sitting here wishing I could find a map for Hub City.