Captain Uni

One Universe: Unlimited - A Marvel/DC Comics Roleplay

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What? Nooo... wow. Out of left field.

@Byrd Man

I know. I think doing something I've never done before will really be the way to get back into the swing of things.

One Universe: Unlimited - A Marvel/DC Comics Roleplay

Long time no see.

Wrote most of this up in a daze last night, slept on whether I wanted to join, and after deciding I did, cleaned it up and now am posting it here.

Here We Go... Again

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

T H E Q U E S T I O N

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^{_{V I C T O R S A G E ♦ J O U R N A L I S T ♦ H U B C I T Y , I L L I N O I S ♦ I N D E P E N D E N T}}

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

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<sup>"I think it is more likely you are the butterfly, dreaming you are the man."
- Richard Dragon</sup>

You know the gist of it.

Charles Victor Szasz was born into poverty, the son of a prostitute. His mother died; he was raised in a home for problem children and kicked out when he was old enough. Taken in by chemist-turned-university-professor Aristotle "Tot" Rodor, Charlie was cleaned up, given a second chance at life. Going by Victor Sage now, he went to college, fell in love with a woman named Myra Fermin, and became a journalist for the Hub City Gazette.

Myra's brother, Wesley, was a corrupt politician with mob ties who became Mayor of Hub City in a landslide (read: rigged) victory against any and all opposition. Victor used some favors to squeeze an article he had written onto the front page of the Gazette's website. "Mayor Wesley Fermin: Incompetent, Ignorant, Or Insidious" was the title of the article that nearly got the Gazette sued for all they were worth, ended Vic's relationship with Myra, and cost Vic his job.

Blacklisted from every major media outlet in Hub City, Vic found work as a freelance writer for Starrstruck, a website and monthly magazine covering the latest scandals in Hub City's political scene. But he was not content, and so along came Tot, who needed help. Tot and his old colleague, Arby Twain, created Pseudoderm back in the 80s; a skin-like bandage bonded to the skin by a binary gas. The gas, however, was poisonous when exposed to the bloodstream, and so the pair abandoned the project. Twain, however, was planning on selling it. That couldn't happen.

And so, Tot created a mask for Vic using Pseudoderm to take on Twain's operation. The rest, as they say, is history. After bringing Twain to justice, Vic became The Question, Hub City's protector, taking on everything from petty crooks to mob families to attempting to expose and unravel the web of corruption that plagued the city. But one night, The Question vanished. Vic Sage stopped coming into work. Life continued on in the Hub as it so often did.

Now, a year later, he makes his return because some questions remain unanswered.

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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Personally, I've been reexamining myself over the last few months, what I want to do, what I believe in, etc., etc.. I won't bore people with stuff about myself but I feel that I'm finally reigniting that spark I haven't felt since Ultimate One Universe all those years back and I'm excited to show you all what I can do now that I have both that spark back in me and five more years of writing experience since the last time I was really into these kinds of roleplays. If I flake out again, then please kill me.

Victor has technically been active as The Question for two years. However, after the first year he was forcibly removed from Hub City and planted into the woods to train with Richard Dragon, only now finally returning to his hometown to take on the faceless visage of The Question again. During his time with Dragon, he was trained in the martial arts and opened his mind up to the man's Zen philosophy, though that isn't to say that he experienced an overnight transition from a violent and self-righteous vigilante to a wisened protector of the weak; it was a slow and gradual process, one he is still undergoing. He is not perfect, nor will he ever be, but over the course of his journey he hopes to become the best man that he can be and to alleviate the suffering that permeates Hub City and its inhabitants.

I'll be taking a bit more of a self-contained approach to this, reimagining and recontextualizing some of my favorite Question stories (as well as writing new ones) in this modern day shared universe that the RP has established. I'm open to crossovers, of course, but I would have to really hash it out with whoever I want to work with (or who wants to work with me), as what has killed the little motivation I had in past Hype style games has been my overeagerness to commit to a crossover with absolutely no idea what I want to do with it. Feel free to pitch something to me, and I will hope that if I pitch something to another player that they are open to my ideas.

I don't know how long this roleplay will last, whether it be a few weeks or a few months or even a few years, but I hope to be able to write some cool stories and get to know you all better (or, in many cases, reknow).

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

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Taking all inspiration from Dennis O'Neil's seminal The Question comic run that ran from 1987 to 1990, forever shaping the character as we know him in the comics and inspiring my lifelong love for Buddhist Zen philosophy.

Supporting cast is TBA.

S A M P L E P O S T:

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... Like A Butterfly

I was six years old the first time I saw a man get killed.

My mother was taking me to an ice cream shop a few blocks away from our house in Gordon's Corner, a once promising residential district in Hub City that had devolved into a slum by the time I was born. People called it Lucifer's Corner. That was underselling it. We were leaving the shop, ice cream cones in hand, when a car wrapped itself around a streetlight in the blink of an eye. The driver was killed on impact while the passenger pulled himself out of the window and barely managed to get up on his feet, stumbling in our direction.

That was when another car pulled up. A young man in ripped jeans and a tattered hoodie hopped out of the passenger's seat with a gun in his hand and a glint of hatred in his eyes. He marched right towards the man that just survived the crash, grabbed him by the nape of his neck like a puppy, then shot him twice in the back of the head. No hesitation. No time for his victim to get a word out. Didn't even look at us before hopping into the car with his friends and driving off.

My mother was screaming but I couldn't hear her. Everything seemed far away, like I had just been fitted with a new pair of concrete boots and tossed into the ocean. She pulled me away while screaming, took off her jacket and used it to wipe my face. She pulled the now bloody coat away and it was only then that I realized my face was covered in blood and brain matter. I didn't cry. I didn't understand what I had just seen. But it never left me. That man breathed his last on November 29th, 2001.

People used to ask me if I had nightmares about it for weeks after the fact. I always told them yeah and left it at that. Truth is they never stopped. Matter of fact, I'm having a nightmare about it right now. My surroundings twist and morph, my mother's crying visage fading away as darkness consumes everything. All that's left is me, the man, and the void. His cold, dead eyes peer into my own. There's no emotion there, no life, no spark behind the pupils.

As I stare into his eyes, I notice his skin is crawling, almost bubbling up as it consumes his features. It swallows his mouth, then his nostrils, ending with his eyes.

His lifeless eyes.

And then, as the skin finishes swallowing his features and his ginger hair slowly fades into black, I realize that I am looking at myself.

I was twenty-six years old when I died.

I went to the docks chasing after my latest lead on Wesley Fermin. More proof of his mob ties, some racketeering ring, all the good stuff. When I got there, they were waiting for me. Must have known I'd becoming. About half a dozen mobsters with guns and snarls, ready to blow me away. I broke one's arm. Another probably hasn't walked right since. I think the third man's cornea ruptured as I hit him right in the eye socket.

Then a woman stepped forward and they all backed off. She had black silk for hair and obsidian eyes that shined with a reflection of the pure white snow on the ground. A small smile on her face, dangerous, a look that could kill. She took another step forward and I readied my fists, a show of confidence more than an actual invitation to fight. I didn't like hitting girls; still don't. "Back off. I don't want to hurt you," I said, bravado dripping off my tone.

"Don't you?"

Before I even knew what was going on, I was on the ground. My body was broken, bruised, bloodied. Decimated by the woman with the obsidian eyes. The mobsters stepped forward, laughing, those that I didn't already beat to a pulp at least. One had a pellet gun. His specialty, "didn't need anything stronger", stupid gimmick. Shot me in the head. Threw me into the Hupert River. I breathed my last in the icy cold waters on November 29th, 2021.

And then I lived again.

She saved me. The woman who killed me. Lady Shiva. Legendary assassin, martial artist, mercenary. She saw in me a kindred spirit, a warrior's spirit, someone who could decimate his opponents the way she did to me. Just needed some guidance, a teacher, and she knew just the man for the job. She took me to Tot's, let him patch me up a bit, and when I was able to walk again she sent me on my way to Richard Dragon. Once, he was a world famous martial artist and adventurer. Now, a hermit with a log cabin, living in the wilderness, chopping wood, meditating. He didn't seem like much.

"Gonna be cold tonight," he said when I approached. He grinned. "There's an axe and some logs out back. Get to chopping."

I looked at him like he was crazy, then glanced down at the cast my arm was wrapped in. "You're nuts if you think I can chop wood like this. Is this a test or something?"

His grin grew. "You could say that. Are you so stubborn that you'll just freeze your ass off rather than try?" I blinked at that. Dragon didn't give me time to answer as he turned around and walked back into the log cabin.

I went out back and picked up the axe, trying to find a good way to hold it. Took a bit to figure out how to do it with one hand, but I got the hang of it quicker than I thought. The logs splintered against the axe's blade, growing smaller and smaller, nice chunks for loading up into a fireplace or furnace. It took a few hours, but when I was done, I had a few armfuls of firewood to take back and forth, enough to last a night.

"Good work," he said. He got to work on starting the fire as I took a seat at a kitchen table. A kettle and two tea cups sat on it. When he was done, Dragon settled into the chair across from me, grabbed the kettle, and filled the two cups. He grabbed a cup and began to take a sip from it. Hesitantly, I took the other and did the same.

As the cup left his lips, he spoke, "Do you want to hear a story?"

"Sure," I said. "Tell me a story."

He smiled at me. "Once, there was a man who dreamed that he was a butterfly. He fluttered around here and there, carefree, content. He had nothing on his mind but going from flower to flower. But as with all dreams, his came to an end. And when he awoke, he pondered something: was he a man dreaming he was a butterfly? Or a butterfly dreaming he was a man?"

I snorted. "Everyone's heard that one. It's just hokey pseudo-philosophical shit."

"But the question still stands. What was he?"

"A man dreaming he was a butterfly. Otherwise we wouldn't be talking about it."

"But what if life, as we know it, is all just part of that butterfly's dream?"

"Then I guess that butterfly's got a sick sense of humor."

It was Dragon's turn to chuckle. "That he does."

Weeks passed. Eventually, my arm was freed from the cast, and I was able to chop wood with two hands. Still no training in the martial arts from Dragon. I'd ask and he'd smile and say that it was coming. One night, we sat on the porch together, the cool breeze soothing my sweat soaked skin. Winter was winding down and giving way to spring. I didn't think Dragon would speak and I wasn't sure if I wanted to either. Eventually he broke the silence.

"Why do you think Shiva sent you to me?" he said. I turned to look at him, but saw his eyes were set on the stars rather than myself. I turned my gaze to the stars with him.

I didn't have an answer. Didn't want to say that, so I just repeated what she told me. "She thinks that I'm a kindred spirit to her. Some kind of warrior that just needs the training to unlock his potential... Or something like that."

I could hear the smile through his tone. "That is why she thinks she sent you to me. Why do you think she did?"

Guess I would have to think of something. "... Because without someone to hone my body and my mind, I would have wandered this Earth in search of answers for the rest of my life and never found what I was looking for."

"And will you find them now?"

"That's the question I keep asking myself. I won't find the answer from you. But maybe... You'll give me a hint."

I looked to Dragon and found him looking at me, still holding that content smile on his face. Then, he stood and walked past me and onto the grass. "Get up. I'm gonna show you some moves." I blinked at that, but got up and followed right after him. He showed me some breathing techniques, stances, a few punches and kicks. Practical tools and movements of the body, meant to aid my mind in its trials and tribulations... And to beat the hell out of bad guys with.

I stayed with Richard Dragon a few more months before my training came to an end. Everyday started with chopping wood, then stacking it, then studying Zen, working on martial arts, and ending each day with long talks under the night sky with my mentor. When it was time for me to leave, hike back to civilization with my newfound skillset and knowledge, he finally spoke on Shiva's assumption that I held the spirit of a warrior, for the first time since that night so many months prior.

"I disagree with her on that," he said. "You fight, yes, but it is not for the joy of fighting. You find no passion in the fight itself. What you find passion in, what you fight for, is the never ending hunt for truth." He paused, meeting my eyes. "In another life, long ago, Shiva would have been a great warrior, crushing armies, leading her flock to victory. You, my friend, would have been a philosopher."

"The man dreaming he was the butterfly?"

"I think it is more likely you are the butterfly, dreaming you are the man."

We said our farewells. He sat down on his porch, watching me go as I started the trek back to civilization. Fifty miles to the nearest town, another fifty after that to reach Hub City. Nothing but the long road ahead of me, barren, no cars or people for miles around. Long way to go with only the clothes on my back. A few years ago, I would have dreaded doing anything like this, like most people.

Now?

Now I don't care.

Butterflies don't sweat distance.

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

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Hopefully, this won't remain empty as it so often has.

Sensation & Wonder: An Absolute Comics Roleplay [DC & Marvel One Universe Style Game]

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^{"My face? Oh, yeah, I tried to wax my own eyebrows at home."}

C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ Victor Charles Sage (Charles Victor Szasz) _________________________________________________________ Caucasian | Private Investigator/Vigilante | Unaffiliated _________________________________________________________ Nomadic | United States Of America C H A R A C T E R N O T E S C H A R A C T E R N O T E S _________________________________________________________ [+] - M I S C E L L A N E O U S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Victor is 32 years old, having been born on March 15th, 1989. He has been active as the Question since 2012, mostly operating covertly in Hub City. He left Hub City in early 2020 and has been on the road since, during which time he has garnered a bit of recognition among the rest of the United States, having been a rather obscure vigilante to those not from Hub City. ► His father figure and mentor Aristotle Rodor, the man who designed his mask, passed away in 2019 after a battle with pancreatic cancer. This was a large part of the reason Victor ended up leaving Hub City. - P O S T C A T A L O G P O S T C A T A L O G _________________________________________________________ [+] - P O S T C A T A L O G ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Coming Soon(?) -

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T ________________________________________________________________________________________ It took a lot of blood, sweat and tears to make Vic Sage realize that Hub City wasn't worth saving. For every drug ring or mob racket he took out there was always some other ambitious crook with a following to swoop in and fill the hole he had made. Save a man from getting robbed one day and you'd either find him dead in a gutter or robbing some other schmuck himself the next. Hub City wasn't dying; it died a long time ago and he was still doing chest compressions. What can one man do when he finds that his life's work has been for nothing? Most would call it quits. Vic Sage decided to dedicate himself to bettering places that could still be saved. He packed up what little he had in his car one night and left Hub City, never looking back. Since then, The Question has been spotted all over the United States, whether it be busting petty crooks or investigating whatever conspiracy he's stuck on this week. P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) ________________________________________________________________________________________ Vic's primary goal in this new nomadic lifestyle is to try and stop the spread of corruption in as many places as he can, in the hopes of preventing more cities from deteriorating like his hometown did. He'll do just about anything and everything: street gangs, mob families, supervillains, corporate and government conspiracies, you name it. My primary goal in giving him this lifestyle is the hope that I can collaborate with anyone willing to give me a shot. I've grown to absolutely despise that whole "stick in your own corner and play with your own toys" mindset that I and many others fell into way too often in past games and I want to take steps to stop myself from falling into that trap this time around. I'm going into this with very little plans beyond "have fun". I guess you could call him a roaming character then, using the roles established by the GM team. I plan on doing one quick solo arc, maybe two or three posts maximum, to start out and prove that I won't just flake out after one post this time around. After that, I'm open to any and all crossover ideas; if you've got one, hit me with that shit. I'll also be making the rounds and hitting people up with any ideas I have.

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Sensation & Wonder: An Absolute Comics Roleplay [DC & Marvel One Universe Style Game]

"Victor is 32 years old, having been born on March 15th, 1989."



Also I'm sure Q will have a field day investigating President Superman

@John Table

"I'm just saying, but you never see Calvin Ellis and Superman in the same room. Obviously they're estranged twin brothers."

Sensation & Wonder: An Absolute Comics Roleplay [DC & Marvel One Universe Style Game]

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Generic Rorscach

@Enarr

Ouch.

Sensation & Wonder: An Absolute Comics Roleplay [DC & Marvel One Universe Style Game]

Well, that was easier than I thought it'd be; gonna get this out before I head to work tonight. Not much but hopefully should provide a clear picture of what I want to do. I also notice that a Sample Post section wasn't included in either sheet despite being mentioned in the rules, is it safe to assume we don't need one?

Episode #248 of "SU Makes Bad Life Decisions"

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^{"My face? Oh, yeah, I tried to wax my own eyebrows at home."}

C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ Victor Charles Sage (Charles Victor Szasz) _________________________________________________________ Caucasian | Private Investigator/Vigilante | Unaffiliated _________________________________________________________ Nomadic | United States Of America C H A R A C T E R N O T E S C H A R A C T E R N O T E S _________________________________________________________ [+] - M I S C E L L A N E O U S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Victor is 32 years old, having been born on March 15th, 1989. He has been active as the Question since 2012, mostly operating covertly in Hub City. He left Hub City in early 2020 and has been on the road since, during which time he has garnered a bit of recognition among the rest of the United States, having been a rather obscure vigilante to those not from Hub City. ► His father figure and mentor Aristotle Rodor, the man who designed his mask, passed away in 2019 after a battle with pancreatic cancer. This was a large part of the reason Victor ended up leaving Hub City. - P O S T C A T A L O G P O S T C A T A L O G _________________________________________________________ [+] - P O S T C A T A L O G ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Coming Soon(?) -

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T ________________________________________________________________________________________ It took a lot of blood, sweat and tears to make Vic Sage realize that Hub City wasn't worth saving. For every drug ring or mob racket he took out there was always some other ambitious crook with a following to swoop in and fill the hole he had made. Save a man from getting robbed one day and you'd either find him dead in a gutter or robbing some other schmuck himself the next. Hub City wasn't dying; it died a long time ago and he was still doing chest compressions. What can one man do when he finds that his life's work has been for nothing? Most would call it quits. Vic Sage decided to dedicate himself to bettering places that could still be saved. He packed up what little he had in his car one night and left Hub City, never looking back. Since then, The Question has been spotted all over the United States, whether it be busting petty crooks or investigating whatever conspiracy he's stuck on this week. P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) ________________________________________________________________________________________ Vic's primary goal in this new nomadic lifestyle is to try and stop the spread of corruption in as many places as he can, in the hopes of preventing more cities from deteriorating like his hometown did. He'll do just about anything and everything: street gangs, mob families, supervillains, corporate and government conspiracies, you name it. My primary goal in giving him this lifestyle is the hope that I can collaborate with anyone willing to give me a shot. I've grown to absolutely despise that whole "stick in your own corner and play with your own toys" mindset that I and many others fell into way too often in past games and I want to take steps to stop myself from falling into that trap this time around. I'm going into this with very little plans beyond "have fun". I guess you could call him a roaming character then, using the roles established by the GM team. I plan on doing one quick solo arc, maybe two or three posts maximum, to start out and prove that I won't just flake out after one post this time around. After that, I'm open to any and all crossover ideas; if you've got one, hit me with that shit. I'll also be making the rounds and hitting people up with any ideas I have.

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Sensation & Wonder: An Absolute Comics Roleplay [DC & Marvel One Universe Style Game]

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welcome back champ

@Cybermaxx

Good to be back chief.

Sensation & Wonder: An Absolute Comics Roleplay [DC & Marvel One Universe Style Game]

Actual video footage of me getting a PM from Wraith about this RP

Bit late to the party but it's nice to see some familiar faces. I've got something cooking in my brain, three guesses for who and the first two don't count. Just gotta get the hard part out of the way and make a character sheet.

Justice League Unlimited: AMONG US

^{Washington, D.C. | Justice League Unlimited HQ | The Question's Room | ♫}

"Hrm. No... That's not right," the Question mumbled to himself before reaching up to the cork board and tearing off the strings and photos he had just pinned up. That didn't make sense, after all it was well known that the music industry was too focused on controlling the population with prepackaged corporate pop and lab made pop stars to care about helping to fund Autism Speaks and its pursuits to eliminate the autistic, who were in turn not at all affiliated with the White Martians and their looming invasion.

Q scattered the photos, newspaper clippings, thumbtacks and strings across his desk. He rolled up his mask and took a drink from his energy drink (homemade to avoid the mind numbing nanites found in normal energy drinks) and lit up a cigarette, plucking it between his lips. Back to square one.

"The White Martians must have some connection to the nefarious workings already on Earth... I just have to find it." Now let's see. Crop circles were commonly misinterpreted as messages from an alien people, but in reality they were manufactured by the Girl Scouts of America in order to make people want cookies filled with capitalist nanites; note that some crop circles bare a striking resemblance to popular Girl Scout cookies such as Do-si-dos and Lemonades. But who's to say that the Girl Scouts don't have alien origins? It's entirely possible that they were founded by the White Martians in their pursuit to control and eventually wipe out humanity.

"Now I'm onto something..." Q grabbed his composite sketch of a White Martian and a picture of the Girl Scouts of America logo alongside some string and thumbtacks. He was in the process of pinning them up when his radio cut off the music to play a message that was just received by the Monitor Room; he had rigged up a connection to the Monitor Room's comm channels so he could be warned of incoming threats or allies before anyone else did. It was useful to have and helped to ease his paranoia, if only a little.

"Captain Atom to monitor room, I'm coming back early." It was Colonel Cameron Scott, AKA Captain Atom, a fellow member of the Justice League, a slave to the military, and Q's top candidate for a potential mole in the League. He didn't trust Captain Atom and made no secret of it, constantly hounding the man with questions about his origins, the extent of his powers, and just how many details about the League he was feeding to his higher ups.

"Hurm. The government dog is back from 'shore leave'... Perhaps he'll finally be willing to shed some light on the nefarious workings of his commanders." Q finished pinning up the scraps to his conspiracy board before turning his back to it. Finishing off his cigarette and extinguishing it in his ashtray, Q rolled his mask back down, threw on his baseball cap and hit the button on his belt buckle, releasing the bonding gas. His mask tightened against his face as his hair turned from ginger red to pitch black and his leather jacket turned from a light brown to a deep navy blue.

"Now let's go see if our Captain would like a chat," he said to himself, before exiting his room and heading straight for the HQ's hangars, where flying heroes would often enter the HQ, alongside Batman in his jet whenever the Caped Crusader saw fit to check in on the League.

Justice League Unlimited: AMONG US

Well hey, since our GM has brought it up, I've made a Discord for the roleplay. Here's a link to it for everyone to join:

discord.gg/6jb3nTQPxx