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Reach Out of the Darkness - A Historical Mystery

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^{"This city's burning itself down and I'm the poor bastard that's gotta look into it."}

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 _________________________________________________________ Charles Oscar "Charlie" Rembrandt _________________________________________________________ 44 | Divorced _________________________________________________________ Los Angeles Fire Department | American

T H E S T O R Y S O F A R... T H E S T O R Y S O F A R... ________________________________________________________________________________________ Born and raised in Los Angeles, Charles Rembrandt was orphaned at the age of 12 when his parents died in an automobile accident. He was sent to live with his grandfather in Huntington Beach, getting into all kinds of trouble from fighting other boys at school and around the neighborhood to ditching school to go around shoplifting alcohol and cigarettes. His grandfather, exasperated by his behavior, sent him to a military school at the age of 15 to teach the boy discipline. Charlie hated it, but over time he was forced to accept it and endure it. When he was on the verge of finally leaving the school, the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor and the United States officially entered the war. Many of the boys at the school were enlisted and Charlie was among them. He fought in the Pacific Theater as an infantryman, narrowly dodging death many times over. In 1944, he took a bullet to the leg, getting him an honorable discharge and leaving him with a slight limp that still impedes him. When Charlie got back home, he joined the LAPD as a beat cop, rising up to the ranks of detective within a few years. He was assigned to traffic offenses, but after a stellar year in which he cracked six cases, he was transferred to homicide where his talents would be put to better use. It was during this time that he met his wife Delores Ellison and the two married in a small ceremony in 1950. They had a daughter together, Marie Victoria Rembrandt, in 1951. In 1965, after fifteen years working homicide, Charlie was caught in an affair with lounge singer Eleanor Starr, tarnishing his reputation on the force and leading to Delores divorcing him. Eleanor left him as well upon finding that he was married. A year later, after being stuck back in traffic offenses, Charlie left the force to find a new career where he could use his investigative talents. Originally wanting to strike out as a private investigator, he was approached by the Los Angeles Fire Department to become an arson investigator. They were offering a decent enough salary and didn't seem perturbed by his history, so he accepted. Since then, Charlie has worked for the LAFD investigating fires and explosions around LA. It's not as exciting as his work with the LAPD was, but it pays the bills. In his off time, he day drinks and watches game shows on television while writing letters to his daughter that he'll never have the heart to send.

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^{One day later...}

I'm in the middle of breaking a guy's arm when I hear the feedback of a radio in my earpiece. "Mr. Knight, I got your info on the dead girl," Detective O'Toole says.

I grab the guy whose arm I just broke by the head and slam his face into the floor. "Little busy but I can talk," I say, flinging a crescent dart into the barrel of a pistol. The thug tries to shoot anyway, only for the gun to backfire and blow up in his hands, taking his fingers with it. He falls to his knees and clutches at his fingerless hand, screaming in agony.

"Won't take long. We contacted her parents in Indiana. Said she moved to the Hub to be closer to her boyfriend, found a job as a housekeeper for some rich guy."

I duck under a baseball bat, using one hand to grab it and the other to send a palm into my attacker's stomach. His grip falters and I take the bat from his hands, swinging it at his head. The bat breaks in half as it smashes into his forehead. He's down for the count. "Alright. You talk to the boyfriend?"

"We did, he said she didn't tell him who she worked for. Gave us her phone though and we cracked it. After lookin' through her messages we found a number she had been messagin' about the job."

"You know who the number is for?" I ask, slamming my fist into the last guy's jaw and feeling the bone crack and splinter beneath my knuckles. He goes down.

"Yep. Gerald Hooper, local plastic surgeon. We got an address, 224 West Baker Street. We're working on getting a warrant, but that doesn't mean you can't step in and get some answers."

Plastic surgeon? I recall the girl's face. The skin was removed with medical precision. She wasn't butchered, she was operated on. "Thanks, detective."

"Don't mention it, Mr. Knight. Bring that bastard down." My earpiece goes silent.

I look around at the battered thugs, walking up to the screaming guy cradling his hand and sending a fist into his face that knocks him out. I slip a hand under my hood and press down on my earpiece. "Frenchie, put in an anonymous tip to the police. Drug deal at 610 Lemire Avenue. Perps are down, they just need to come in and clean up. Come pick me up from here too."

"Bien sûr, mon ami."

Ten minutes later and I'm riding in the chopper with Frenchie, heading to the address. It's in Jury Street, the part of the city where the rich folks live. Closer to the rest of the city is high end apartments and condos, the further out you get is when it starts to become manors and mansions ranging from "a little bigger than an average house" to "the size of a fortress". Our guy's house is on the smaller side, three stories tall and not too massive.

Once we're in position, I open the cockpit door and leap out, using my cape to slow my fall as I glide down into the backyard. I land on two feet and make my way to the back door, jiggling the handle only to find it's locked. I click my tongue in mild annoyance, then raise a boot and kick the door open. I step inside, finding myself in the kitchen. Time to find this bastard.

I stalk my way through the house, finding a door that's bolted shut with five different locks. Interesting. I make my way upstairs, checking every room until I finally find it: a bedroom, with a man snoring loudly in the bed. Hooper. I walk up to the bed and pull the man out of it, throwing him to the floor. He wakes up, looking up at me in terror before letting out a scream. "P-please, don't hurt me! Take whatever you want!" he cries.

"I'm not interested in your property. What I am interested in is that door you've got locked up tighter than Fort Knox. Open it for me," I say, looming over him.

"No, no! You can't go down there!"

"Do you want to lose your face like that girl you dumped in the river?" To emphasize my point, I pull out a crescent dart, running a finger over the razor sharp edge.

"Oh God... I-I'll take you down there..." He pulls himself to his feet and I let him move over to the nightstand to grab a key ring. The two of us make our way down the stairs to the door. Slowly but surely, he opens all the locks and then pushes the door open. It leads down a flight of stairs into the basement. I shove him forward and he leads the way down.

What I find down there is a makeshift operating room, a cold metal operating table next to another table with an assortment of scalpels and other medical tools. There's a large cage in the corner of the room, where a woman lays sleeping on the floor. "Wake her up," I say. Hooper nods shakily, stepping up to the cage and rattling it.

The girl wakes up, turning over to look at him. Her face is missing, just like the girl from the river. She looks at Hooper with terror in her eyes. "What are you going to do to me?" she asks, voice quivering.

"He's not going to do anything," I say, stepping forward so she can see me. "I'm here to free you." I gesture for Hooper to unlock the cage and he does. The girl pulls herself to her feet slowly, then runs out of the cage as soon as the door is open. She doesn't run for the exit, though. She runs for the table with the scalpels.

She grabs one and runs back to Hooper, screaming in rage. She raises the scalpel as he cries out, "No, don't!" I don't intervene as she takes the scalpel and stabs it into his neck. He falls to the ground and she goes down with him, landing on top of him and stabbing the scalpel into his neck over and over again. He starts choking on his own blood, his screams turning into wet gurgles.

I watch. It takes a few minutes for her to stop stabbing his corpse. She stands, covered in blood and shaking. "I'll get the cops here. They'll take you to a hospital. Get you some medical help."

"... What the hell am I supposed to do now? My life is over. He took... He took my face. Made me wear other girls' faces," the girl says, dropping the scalpel.

"You can get skin grafts. There's a man I know that can cover your operation. What's your name?"

"... Brianna. Brianna Newman."

"I'll make sure that operation gets paid for, Miss Newman."

She continues shaking, then falls to her knees and begins to sob. I walk over to her and place a hand on her shoulder. She doesn't react to it, just keeps crying. I stay with her until she has no more tears left to cry.

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Did you get into my Jason Gdoc? Eyes Without A Face was one of my 80s callbacks planned for the Frankenstein episode

@Bounce

Lol, nah, I listened to the song for the first time recently and looked into it and found out Idol had been inspired by an old French horror movie and figured "oh shit I can totally plagiarize pay tribute to this".

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I'm falling into an endless ocean of stars. I try to scream, but no sound comes. Lights sear my eyes as I fall further into the abyss. I don't know how long I've been falling, but eventually I come to a stop, my body landing on the ground with a dull THUD.

Aʜ. Tʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ, Mᴀʀᴄ.

I pull myself to my feet, dusting myself off and looking at my surroundings. Ancient Egyptian architecture, hieroglyphs carved into the walls. I look ahead and see Khonshu before me. The sight of him with his bird skull head and tattered white robes would be intimidating if he wasn't currently lounging in a throne, looking almost bored. "Khonshu? Where am I?"

Wᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅꜱ. Tʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟᴍ ᴏꜰ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍꜱ, ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ I ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ʀᴇꜱɪᴅᴇ.

"Why am I here?"

Sᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ I ᴍᴀʏ ᴡᴀʀɴ ʏᴏᴜ. Tʜᴇʀᴇ ɪꜱ ᴀ ꜱᴛᴏʀᴍ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ Hᴜʙ Cɪᴛʏ, Mᴀʀᴄ. Oɴᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ ꜱᴛᴏᴘ.

There was always a storm coming to Hub City. It had been through hell in the last few years. I had looked into it, heard about the mayor's manor burning down, then the at the time newly elected mayor getting shot and put into a coma, and the societal collapse last year that brought the city to its knees. There had been a vigilante in the city, one who tried to fix it, but even he seemed to have given up. No sightings of him at all in the past year. I'm not sure if I could do any better.

But dammit, I have to try.

"What can you tell me about it?"

Yᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴀɢᴇɴᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇꜱꜱ. Aᴍᴏɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ, ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏʟᴅ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ, Bᴜꜱʜᴍᴀɴ.

Just hearing his name sends a spike of rage through me, my pulse quickening. "Bushman's coming? When?"

Iɴ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ᴍʏ ꜱᴏɴ.

Shit.

"... Thanks for the warning. Not a whole lot of good if you can't tell me when it's coming, but... I appreciate it nonetheless."

Yᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ.

"So, how do I get out of here?" I ask.

Sɪᴍᴘʟᴇ. Wᴀᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ.

He reaches a hand out to me, touching my forehead.

I jolt awake in my bed covered in a cold sweat. I look to the alarm clock on my nightstand. 9:14 PM. Shit. I slept for twelve hours. Patrolling all night and getting into fist fights was pretty damn tiring, all things considered. Still, I needed to be better about it. No excuses.

I grab the earpiece off of my nightstand and stick it in my ear. "Jean-Paul, you there?"

"Oui, Marc. We've got something," Frenchie's voice comes through loud and clear.

"What's that?"

"Police have found a body that surfaced in zee Hupert River down in zee Wedge. Nearest address is 4510 Ditko Street. Detective O'Toole is on zee scene."

O'Toole. One of the few friends I had on the force so far. Asked him why he was willing to work with a vigilante and he said that he was used to it already. Plus, I didn't need to go there as Moon Knight. I had a persona already crafted that would allow me to step in as a... Concerned citizen.

"Get the chopper ready. I'll be there in five." I get out of bed and walk over to my closet, opening the door and grabbing the white suit hanging on the rack.

Ten minutes later and Frenchie is landing the chopper on a roof a few blocks from the site of the murder. I step out of the helicopter and look back at Frenchie, waving him off. He takes flight again and heads out, waiting for the next time he's needed. Making my way down to the street via a fire escape, I stride through back alleys and side streets to the scene of the crime.

Before long I've reached the cops, ducking under yellow police tape despite the protests of the officer watching the perimeter. O'Toole is standing there over a stretcher, his bulldog face twisted into a grimace. The cop standing guard reaches me and places a hand on my shoulder. "Sir, you can't be here. This is a crime scene," he says. At his voice, O'Toole looks over in our direction.

"Cool it, officer Ryder. He's a consultant," O'Toole says.

The officer drops his hand and looks stunned. "Are you kidding me, detective? He's a vigilante!"

"Mister Knight here is a concerned citizen, is what he is. One whose input will be invaluable." O'Toole steps up to me and shakes my hand. "Good to see you, Mister Knight."

"Good to be here, O'Toole. Tell me what we know."

"Got reports of a dead body floatin' in the water. We fished her out of the river half an hour ago." He steps back over to the stretcher. "Cause of death was a slit throat. But there's something else... Take a look at her face."

I step over to the stretcher and pull back the cover hiding her face. I almost reel from the sight. The skin on her face has been removed, just raw meat with dead eyes bulging out. O'Toole shudders a bit as he looks at her from over my shoulder. I pull the cloth back over the corpse for both our sake.

"We got an ID on her?"

"Had one on her. Name's Rachel Blake. Twenty-four years old. ID's from Indiana, so she's not a native. Nothin' more than that yet, have some guys workin' on gettin' her background and contactin' next of kin."

"Let me know when you have something on her," I say. I look over the rest of the scene, not really seeing anything of note. Likely the woman wasn't killed here, and this probably isn't even where the body was dumped anyhow. The River flows quickly this time of year. I won't be able to find anything substantial here. "You still have that radio I gave you?"

O'Toole nods. "I'll reach you as soon as we get somethin'."

"Good. Take care, detective." With those words, I leave the crime scene, ducking under the police tape and making my way back to the alleys. Using my truncheon's grappling hook, I zip up to the rooftops and make my way back to where Frenchie dropped me off. "I'm done here, Frenchie. Come pick me up."

"Oui, mon ami."

As I wait on the roof, I rack my mind for any possible motive the killer could have had. Was it some kind of twisted sadism? Someone who watched Texas Chainsaw Massacre too many times? Maybe the killer wanted to... Steal the woman's beauty? I don't know anything for sure yet, but I can't nix any theory yet.

The helicopter touches down in front of me and I climb into the co-pilot's seat. "What do we know, Marc?" Frenchie asks.

"Dead girl, missing a face. We got an ID on her but no idea what she was doing before her death. All we know is she's not from the Hub."

"Les yeux sans visage."

"Huh?"

"Eyes without a face. Describes zee dead girl well, no?"

I shift uncomfortably at that, recalling the sight of her face. "Yeah, I suppose so. Where'd you get that?"

"An old movie from my home country. Eerie similarities between zee plot and our case, at least so far."

Maybe that's the movie the killer watched too many times. Guess I'll find out.

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^{"I was given a second chance. Don't know why. All I know is that I need to do my best to make sure it counts for something."}

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 _________________________________________________________ Marc Spector Steven Grant Jake Lockley _________________________________________________________ 26 | Single _________________________________________________________ Karnak Cowboys (formerly) | Jewish-American A B I L I T I E S , S K I L L S & T O O L S A B I L I T I E S , S K I L L S & T O O L S _________________________________________________________ [+] - A B I L I T I E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ N/A Marc doesn't possess any metahuman or mutant abilities. At least it seems that way... T O O L (S) ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ MOON KNIGHT ARMOR A form fitting black jumpsuit padded with kevlar and white armored breastplate, gauntlets, and boots. A black face mask and white hooded cloak completes the ensemble, with the cloak doubling as a glider. ◼ COMMS EARPIECE An earpiece in Marc's left ear that allows him to communicate with DuChamp. ◼ CRESCENT DARTS Small darts in the shape of a crescent moon, flung at criminals to disarm and disorient them. ◼ TRUNCHEON A decently sized baton that can be broken down into two smaller clubs held together by a chain. The chain within is also deceptively long, able to be used as a grappling hook if Marc needs it. ◼ HELICOPTER Mostly piloted by DuChamp, though Marc occasionally takes it for a spin. It's a plain and nondescript helicopter capable of seating four passengers and two pilots. What, did you expect it to be moon themed too? S K I L L (S) ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ MARTIAL ARTS Marc is a trained martial artist, skilled in Krav Maga and Judo as well as traditional boxing. ◼ MARKSMANSHIP A trained soldier, Marc is skilled with all sorts of firearms and even some heavy duty machine guns and artillery. He's also skilled with thrown weapons such as his crescent darts. ◼ INVESTIGATION With a keen eye and clever deduction skills, Marc is able to crack cases that would leave most men stumped. ◼ PILOTING Marc is skilled in operating various land, water, and aerial vehicles, though he prefers to let DuChamp fly the chopper. T A L E N T (S) ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ PAIN TOLERANCE Marc was built tough. Over the years, he's gone through severe injuries that would leave most men down for the count, but not Marc. He gets back up and he takes even more punishment. - C A S T C A S T _________________________________________________________ [+] A L L I E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ KHONSHU - Marc's patron, the Egyptian god of the moon and vengeance. ◼ JEAN-PAUL "FRENCHIE" DUCHAMP - Marc's best friend and loyal partner in his crusade as Moon Knight. ◼ BERTRAND CRAWLEY - An old vagrant that keeps his ear to the streets to feed info to Jake. (Upcoming) ◼ GENA LANDERS - Owner of Gena's Diner in the Wedge, Jake's favorite hole in the wall. (Upcoming) ◼ ISIDORE "IZZY" O'TOOLE - Mr. Knight's police informant, a detective who once worked alongside Hub City's previous vigilante the Question. ◼ LAYLA EL-FAOULY - Marc's former lover and mercenary partner. (Deceased) E N E M I E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ RAOUL BUSHMAN - A ruthless mercenary and the man who killed Marc, indirectly creating Moon Knight. (Upcoming) ◼ GERALD HOOPER - A psychopathic plastic surgeon who carved off women's faces to put on a woman he had captured. (Deceased) ◼ ANTON MOGART/MIDNIGHT MAN - An art collector turned serial art thief who steals priceless paintings to add to his own collection. P O S T C A T A L O G U E P O S T C A T A L O G U E _________________________________________________________ [+] V O L 1 : W E L C O M E T O T H E H U B ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Issue #1: Eyes Without A Face Part One Issue #2: Eyes Without A Face Part Two Interlude #1: Dreams

T H E S T O R Y S O F A R... T H E S T O R Y S O F A R... ________________________________________________________________________________________ Born to a rabbi in Hub City, Illinois, Marc Spector was raised to be a good man, one who sought to solve conflicts with words and not violence, one who studied the Torah and believed wholeheartedly in his God. He doesn't know where it all went wrong, but maybe it started with the visions of two boys named Steven and Jake, two identities that would become part of his own. At the age of 12 he was interred at the Putnam Psychiatric Hospital in rural Illinois, where he would stay until he was 19. His father passed away then and Marc was allowed to leave the hospital to attend the funeral. At the memorial service in his childhood home, he took the chance to sneak off into the night. Enlisting in the Marine Corps, Marc served for three years in Syria where he saw combat in war torn urban environments and out in the desert. However, he was prone to episodes where he would wander off in the middle of the night, eventually being found wandering in a minefield without any clothes on. His commanding officers did some digging into his past and discovered his time at Putnam. As soon as this was discovered, Spector was dishonorably discharged and was going to be put on a plane back to Illinois where he'd be put back in Putnam. Marc did the obvious thing and went AWOL. Acting as a gun for hire mostly and occasionally partaking in underground fight rings, Marc drifted around throughout Syria and the surrounding countries for a year before he was found by Jean-Paul "Frenchie" DuChamp, a fellow mercenary who became his partner. The two traveled all over Africa and the Middle East, partaking in many paramilitary operations. Three months ago, they met a man named Raoul Bushman, the leader of a mercenary group operating in Africa. Marc and Frenchie joined up with him for a job investigating an archaeological dig site on the border of Sudan and Egypt. There, they found that an ancient Egyptian tomb had been uncovered with riches unlike anyone had ever seen. The head archaeologist, Peter Alraune, pleaded with the mercenaries not to disturb the site. In response, Bushman gunned him down. He was going to do the same to the rest of the dig crew when Marc sucker punched him. In the chaos, Alraune's daughter Marlene and a few of the dig crew managed to escape. Bushman shot Marc in the chest before going on to execute the members of the crew that hadn't been able to escape. As night fell, the mercenaries left the dead and the dying behind. Marc crawled his way into the ruins, where he found himself beneath a statue of Khonshu, the Egyptian god of the moon. Marc died in the tomb beneath the statue. Rɪꜱᴇ, ᴍʏ Fɪꜱᴛ. And then he lived again. Donning a white robe, Marc set off after Bushman and his men. He assaulted the town they were terrorizing and made short work of Bushman's mercenaries. After rendezvousing with DuChamp and Marlene, Marc found that Bushman was long gone with no trail left behind to follow. He offered to escort Marlene back to the States, the young woman accepting but deciding that it was the farthest she would go with Spector, as she blamed him partially for her father's death and as such wanted nothing to do with him. The trio returned to America, Marlene taking her leave and walking out of Marc and Frenchie's lives for good. The two men found themselves in Marc's hometown of Hub City, barely recovering from a devastating societal collapse the year prior. Marc, plagued by visions of Khonshu, was driven to vigilantism by his patron's desire to watch over the travelers of the night. Donning the guise of Moon Knight, Marc stalks the streets of Hub City with DuChamp as his faithful pilot and companion, while Marc's alters Steven and Jake build a fortune and gather intel on the streets respectively. P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) ________________________________________________________________________________________ The thing that got me hooked on Moon Knight wasn't a comic book or even the Disney Plus show, it was actually a run in one of these various DC/Marvel crossover games by our beloved Hound55. His Moon Knight run in Master Bruce's Ultimate One Universe intrigued me and led me to checking out more of the character in the comics and I fell in love. If the Question is my favorite DC hero, Moon Knight is easily my favorite Marvel hero. I've only ever written him very briefly in a previous game, so I'll have to find my footing there, but I hope to do a good job with it. I don't have much in the way of an overarching plot beyond Marc's eventual rematch with Bushman, intending to do a fairly episodic and serialized run where Moon Knight will tackle everything from bank robbers and mobsters to vampires and werewolves. I'm setting him in Hub City so that I can be relatively self-contained, but I do hope to see Marc occasionally travel to other cities or have other heroes come to the Hub for the sake of crossovers. In regards to Hub City's usual vigilante, one can assume he's off traveling the country as per my previous concept, and the events of Denny O'Neil's run of the Question occurred in some form which led to the city collapsing in on itself and only just recently regaining a semblance of law and order. Also, I'm taking Marlene out of the picture because honestly, I just don't really find her that interesting. Sue me.

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Apologies, sent Bounce a PM now to discuss. Sorry no excuse on my end other than being busy which isn't an excuse to keep you waiting!

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All good man, this just gives me more time to get my first post ready.

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Just a reminder that it's been 24 hours since my sheet was posted.

Unless you don't want to accept it, in which case fair enough.

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I'm falling into an endless ocean of stars. I try to scream, but no sound comes. Lights sear my eyes as I fall further into the abyss. I don't know how long I've been falling, but eventually I come to a stop, my body landing on the ground with a dull THUD.

Aʜ. Tʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ, Mᴀʀᴄ.

I pull myself to my feet, dusting myself off and looking at my surroundings. Ancient Egyptian architecture, hieroglyphs carved into the walls. I look ahead and see Khonshu before me. The sight of him with his bird skull head and tattered white robes would be intimidating if he wasn't currently lounging in a throne, looking almost bored. "Khonshu? Where am I?"

Wᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅꜱ. Tʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟᴍ ᴏꜰ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍꜱ, ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ I ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ʀᴇꜱɪᴅᴇ.

"Why am I here?"

Sᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ I ᴍᴀʏ ᴡᴀʀɴ ʏᴏᴜ. Tʜᴇʀᴇ ɪꜱ ᴀ ꜱᴛᴏʀᴍ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ Hᴜʙ Cɪᴛʏ, Mᴀʀᴄ. Oɴᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ ꜱᴛᴏᴘ.

There was always a storm coming to Hub City. It had been through hell in the last few years. I had looked into it, heard about the mayor's manor burning down, then the at the time newly elected mayor getting shot and put into a coma, and the societal collapse last year that brought the city to its knees. There had been a vigilante in the city, one who tried to fix it, but even he seemed to have given up. No sightings of him at all in the past year. I'm not sure if I could do any better.

But dammit, I have to try.

"What can you tell me about it?"

Yᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴀɢᴇɴᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇꜱꜱ. Aᴍᴏɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ, ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏʟᴅ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ, Bᴜꜱʜᴍᴀɴ.

Just hearing his name sends a spike of rage through me, my pulse quickening. "Bushman's coming? When?"

Iɴ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ᴍʏ ꜱᴏɴ.

Shit.

"... Thanks for the warning. Not a whole lot of good if you can't tell me when it's coming, but... I appreciate it nonetheless."

Yᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ.

"So, how do I get out of here?" I ask.

Sɪᴍᴘʟᴇ. Wᴀᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ.

He reaches a hand out to me, touching my forehead.

I jolt awake in my bed covered in a cold sweat. I look to the alarm clock on my nightstand. 9:14 PM. Shit. I slept for twelve hours. Patrolling all night and getting into fist fights was pretty damn tiring, all things considered. Still, I needed to be better about it. No excuses.

I grab the earpiece off of my nightstand and stick it in my ear. "Jean-Paul, you there?"

"Oui, Marc. We've got something," Frenchie's voice comes through loud and clear.

"What's that?"

"Police have found a body that surfaced in zee Hupert River down in the Wedge. Nearest address is 4510 Ditko Street. Detective O'Toole is on zee scene."

O'Toole. One of the few friends I had on the force so far. Asked him why he was willing to work with a vigilante and he said that he was used to it already. Plus, I didn't need to go there as Moon Knight. I had a persona already crafted that would allow me to step in as a... Concerned citizen.

"Get the chopper ready. I'll be there in five." I get out of bed and walk over to my closet, opening the door and grabbing the white suit hanging on the rack.

Ten minutes later and Frenchie is landing the chopper on a roof a few blocks from the site of the murder. I step out of the helicopter and look back at Frenchie, waving him off. He takes flight again and heads out, waiting for the next time he's needed. Making my way down to the street via a fire escape, I stride through back alleys and side streets to the scene of the crime.

Before long I've reached the cops, ducking under yellow police tape despite the protests of the officer watching the perimeter. O'Toole is standing there over a stretcher, his bulldog face twisted into a grimace. The cop standing guard reaches me and places a hand on my shoulder. "Sir, you can't be here. This is a crime scene," he says. At his voice, O'Toole looks over in our direction.

"Cool it, officer Ryder. He's a consultant," O'Toole says.

The officer drops his hand and looks stunned. "Are you kidding me, detective? He's a vigilante!"

"Mister Knight here is a concerned citizen, is what he is. One whose input will be invaluable." O'Toole steps up to me and shakes my hand. "Good to see you, Mister Knight."

"Good to be here, O'Toole. Tell me what we know."

"Got reports of a dead body floatin' in the water. We fished her out of the river half an hour ago." He steps back over to the stretcher. "Cause of death was a slit throat. But there's something else... Take a look at her face."

I step over to the stretcher and pull back the cover hiding her face. I almost reel from the sight. The skin on her face has been removed, just raw meat with dead eyes bulging out. O'Toole shudders a bit as he looks at her from over my shoulder. I pull the cloth back over the corpse for both our sake.

"We got an ID on her?"

"Had one on her. Name's Rachel Blake. Twenty-four years old. ID's from Indiana, so she's not a native. Nothin' more than that yet, have some guys workin' on gettin' her background and contacting next of kin."

"Let me know when you have something on her," I say. I look over the rest of the scene, not really seeing anything of note. Likely the woman wasn't killed here, and this probably isn't even where the body was dumped anyhow. The River flows quickly this time of year. I won't be able to find anything substantial here. "You still have that radio I gave you?"

O'Toole nods. "I'll reach you as soon as we get somethin'."

"Good. Take care, detective." With those words, I leave the crime scene, ducking under the police tape and making my way back to the alleys. Using my truncheon's grappling hook, I zip up to the rooftops and make my way back to where Frenchie dropped me off. "I'm done here, Frenchie. Come pick me up."

"Oui, mon ami."

As I wait on the roof, I rack my mind for any possible motive the killer could have had. Was it some kind of twisted sadism? Someone who watched Texas Chainsaw Massacre too many times? Maybe the killer wanted to... Steal the woman's beauty? I don't know anything for sure yet, but I can't nix any theory yet.

The helicopter touches down in front of me and I climb into the co-pilot's seat. "What do we know, Marc?" Frenchie asks.

"Dead girl, missing a face. We got an ID on her but no idea what she was doing before her death. All we know is she's not from the Hub."

"Les yeux sans visage."

"Huh?"

"Eyes without a face. Describes the dead girl well, no?"

I shift uncomfortably at that, recalling the sight of her face. "Yeah, I suppose so. Where'd you get that?"

"An old movie from my home country. Eerie similarities between the plot and our case, at least so far."

Maybe that's the movie the killer watched too many times. Guess I'll find out.

Worlds Collide: A Merged Universe Superhero Roleplay

Okay, so inspiration struck me not long after I announced I would be retiring Question and Huntress.

Hit it.

Dracula's #1 Hater

M O O N K N I G H T
M O O N K N I G H T

^{"I was given a second chance. Don't know why. All I know is that I need to do my best to make sure it counts for something."}

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 _________________________________________________________ Marc Spector Steven Grant Jake Lockley _________________________________________________________ 26 | Single _________________________________________________________ Unaffiliated | Jewish-American N O T A B L E A B I L I T I E S & T O O L S N O T A B L E A B I L I T I E S & T O O L S _________________________________________________________ [+] - A B I L I T I E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ N/A Marc doesn't possess any metahuman or mutant abilities. At least it seems that way... - T O O L (S) ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ MOON KNIGHT ARMOR A form fitting black jumpsuit padded with kevlar and white armored breastplate, gauntlets, and boots. A black face mask and white hooded cloak completes the ensemble, with the cloak doubling as a glider. ◼ COMMS EARPIECE An earpiece in Marc's left ear that allows him to communicate with DuChamp. ◼ CRESCENT DARTS Small darts in the shape of a crescent moon, flung at criminals to disarm and disorient them. ◼ TRUNCHEON A decently sized baton that can be broken down into two smaller clubs held together by a chain. The chain within is also deceptively long, able to be used as a grappling hook if Marc needs it. ◼ HELICOPTER Mostly piloted by DuChamp, though Marc occasionally takes it for a spin. It's a plain and nondescript helicopter capable of seating four passengers and two pilots. What, did you expect it to be moon themed too? - N O T A B L E S K I L L S & T A L E N T S N O T A B L E S K I L L S & T A L E N T S _________________________________________________________ [+] - S K I L L (S) ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ MARTIAL ARTS Marc is a trained martial artist, skilled in Krav Maga and Judo as well as traditional boxing. ◼ MARKSMANSHIP A trained soldier, Marc is skilled with all sorts of firearms and even some heavy duty machine guns and artillery. He's also skilled with thrown weapons such as his crescent darts. ◼ INVESTIGATION With a keen eye and clever deduction skills, Marc is able to crack cases that would leave most men stumped. ◼ PILOTING Marc is skilled in operating various land, water, and aerial vehicles, though he prefers to let DuChamp fly the chopper. - T A L E N T (S) ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ PAIN TOLERANCE Marc was built tough. Over the years, he's gone through severe injuries that would leave most men down for the count, but not Marc. He gets back up and he takes even more punishment. -

T H E S T O R Y S O F A R... T H E S T O R Y S O F A R... ________________________________________________________________________________________ Born to a rabbi in Hub City, Illinois, Marc Spector was raised to be a good man, one who sought to solve conflicts with words and not violence, one who studied the Torah and believed wholeheartedly in his God. He doesn't know where it all went wrong, but maybe it started with the visions of two boys named Steven and Jake, two identities that would become part of his own. At the age of 12 he was interred at the Putnam Psychiatric Hospital in rural Illinois, where he would stay until he was 19. His father passed away then and Marc was allowed to leave the hospital to attend the funeral. At the memorial service in his childhood home, he took the chance to sneak off into the night. Enlisting in the Marine Corps, Marc served for three years in Syria where he saw combat in war torn urban environments and out in the desert. However, he was prone to episodes where he would wander off in the middle of the night, eventually being found wandering in a minefield without any clothes on. His commanding officers did some digging into his past and discovered his time at Putnam. As soon as this was discovered, Spector was dishonorably discharged and was going to be put on a plane back to Illinois where he'd be put back in Putnam. Marc did the obvious thing and went AWOL. Acting as a gun for hire mostly and occasionally partaking in underground fight rings, Marc drifted around throughout Syria and the surrounding countries for a year before he was found by Jean-Paul "Frenchie" DuChamp, a fellow mercenary who became his partner. The two traveled all over Africa and the Middle East, partaking in many paramilitary operations. Three months ago, they met a man named Raoul Bushman, the leader of a mercenary group operating in Africa. Marc and Frenchie joined up with him for a job investigating an archaeological dig site on the border of Sudan and Egypt. There, they found that an ancient Egyptian tomb had been uncovered with riches unlike anyone had ever seen. The head archaeologist, Peter Alraune, pleaded with the mercenaries not to disturb the site. In response, Bushman gunned him down. He was going to do the same to the rest of the dig crew when Marc sucker punched him. In the chaos, Alraune's daughter Marlene and a few of the dig crew managed to escape. Bushman shot Marc in the chest before going on to execute the members of the crew that hadn't been able to escape. As night fell, the mercenaries left the dead and the dying behind. Marc crawled his way into the ruins, where he found himself beneath a statue of Khonshu, the Egyptian god of the moon. Marc died in the tomb beneath the statue. Rɪꜱᴇ, ᴍʏ Fɪꜱᴛ. And then he lived again. Donning a white robe, Marc set off after Bushman and his men. He assaulted the town they were terrorizing and made short work of Bushman's mercenaries. After rendezvousing with DuChamp and Marlene, Marc found that Bushman was long gone with no trail left behind to follow. He offered to escort Marlene back to the States, the young woman accepting but deciding that it was the farthest she would go with Spector, as she blamed him partially for her father's death and as such wanted nothing to do with him. The trio returned to America, Marlene taking her leave and walking out of Marc and Frenchie's lives for good. The two men found themselves in Marc's hometown of Hub City, barely recovering from a devastating societal collapse the year prior. Marc, plagued by visions of Khonshu, was driven to vigilantism by his patron's desire to watch over the travelers of the night. Donning the guise of Moon Knight, Marc stalks the streets of Hub City with DuChamp as his faithful pilot and companion, while Marc's alters Steven and Jake build a fortune and gather intel on the streets respectively. P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) ________________________________________________________________________________________ The thing that got me hooked on Moon Knight wasn't a comic book or even the Disney Plus show, it was actually a run in one of these various DC/Marvel crossover games by our beloved Hound55. His Moon Knight run in Master Bruce's Ultimate One Universe intrigued me and led me to checking out more of the character in the comics and I fell in love. If the Question is my favorite DC hero, Moon Knight is easily my favorite Marvel hero. I've only ever written him very briefly in a previous game, so I'll have to find my footing there, but I hope to do a good job with it. I don't have much in the way of an overarching plot beyond Marc's eventual rematch with Bushman, intending to do a fairly episodic and serialized run where Moon Knight will tackle everything from bank robbers and mobsters to vampires and werewolves. I'm setting him in Hub City so that I can be relatively self-contained, but I do hope to see Marc occasionally travel to other cities or have other heroes come to the Hub for the sake of crossovers. In regards to Hub City's usual vigilante, one can assume he's off traveling the country as per my previous concept, and the events of Denny O'Neil's run of the Question occurred in some form which led to the city collapsing in on itself and only just recently regaining a semblance of law and order. Also, I'm taking Marlene out of the picture because honestly, I just don't really find her that interesting. Sue me.

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Uni's Character Depository And Post Workshop

Maybe.

Dracula's #1 Hater

M O O N K N I G H T
M O O N K N I G H T

^{"I was given a second chance. Don't know why. All I know is that I need to do my best to make sure it counts for something."}

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 _________________________________________________________ Marc Spector Steven Grant Jake Lockley _________________________________________________________ 26 | Single _________________________________________________________ Karnak Cowboys (formerly) | Jewish-American A B I L I T I E S , S K I L L S & T O O L S A B I L I T I E S , S K I L L S & T O O L S _________________________________________________________ [+] - A B I L I T I E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ N/A Marc doesn't possess any metahuman or mutant abilities. At least it seems that way... T O O L (S) ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ MOON KNIGHT ARMOR A form fitting black jumpsuit padded with kevlar and white armored breastplate, gauntlets, and boots. A black face mask and white hooded cloak completes the ensemble, with the cloak doubling as a glider. ◼ COMMS EARPIECE An earpiece in Marc's left ear that allows him to communicate with DuChamp. ◼ CRESCENT DARTS Small darts in the shape of a crescent moon, flung at criminals to disarm and disorient them. ◼ TRUNCHEON A decently sized baton that can be broken down into two smaller clubs held together by a chain. The chain within is also deceptively long, able to be used as a grappling hook if Marc needs it. ◼ HELICOPTER Mostly piloted by DuChamp, though Marc occasionally takes it for a spin. It's a plain and nondescript helicopter capable of seating four passengers and two pilots. What, did you expect it to be moon themed too? S K I L L (S) ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ MARTIAL ARTS Marc is a trained martial artist, skilled in Krav Maga and Judo as well as traditional boxing. ◼ MARKSMANSHIP A trained soldier, Marc is skilled with all sorts of firearms and even some heavy duty machine guns and artillery. He's also skilled with thrown weapons such as his crescent darts. ◼ INVESTIGATION With a keen eye and clever deduction skills, Marc is able to crack cases that would leave most men stumped. ◼ PILOTING Marc is skilled in operating various land, water, and aerial vehicles, though he prefers to let DuChamp fly the chopper. T A L E N T (S) ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ PAIN TOLERANCE Marc was built tough. Over the years, he's gone through severe injuries that would leave most men down for the count, but not Marc. He gets back up and he takes even more punishment. - C A S T C A S T _________________________________________________________ [+] A L L I E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ KHONSHU - Marc's patron, the Egyptian god of the moon and vengeance. ◼ JEAN-PAUL "FRENCHIE" DUCHAMP - Marc's best friend and loyal partner in his crusade as Moon Knight. ◼ BERTRAND CRAWLEY - An old vagrant that keeps his ear to the streets to feed info to Jake. (Upcoming) ◼ GENA LANDERS - Owner of Gena's Diner in the Wedge, Jake's favorite hole in the wall. (Upcoming) ◼ ISIDORE "IZZY" O'TOOLE - Mr. Knight's police informant, a detective who once worked alongside Hub City's previous vigilante the Question. ◼ LAYLA EL-FAOULY - Marc's former lover and mercenary partner. (Deceased) E N E M I E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ RAOUL BUSHMAN - A ruthless mercenary and the man who killed Marc, indirectly creating Moon Knight. (Upcoming) ◼ GERALD HOOPER - A psychopathic plastic surgeon who carved off women's faces to put on a woman he had captured. (Deceased) ◼ ANTON MOGART/MIDNIGHT MAN - An art collector turned serial art thief who steals priceless paintings to add to his own collection. P O S T C A T A L O G U E P O S T C A T A L O G U E _________________________________________________________ [+] V O L 1 : W E L C O M E T O T H E H U B ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Issue #1: Eyes Without A Face Part One Issue #2: Eyes Without A Face Part Two Interlude #1: Dreams

T H E S T O R Y S O F A R... T H E S T O R Y S O F A R... ________________________________________________________________________________________ Born to a rabbi in Hub City, Illinois, Marc Spector was raised to be a good man, one who sought to solve conflicts with words and not violence, one who studied the Torah and believed wholeheartedly in his God. He doesn't know where it all went wrong, but maybe it started with the visions of two boys named Steven and Jake, two identities that would become part of his own. At the age of 12 he was interred at the Putnam Psychiatric Hospital in rural Illinois, where he would stay until he was 19. His father passed away then and Marc was allowed to leave the hospital to attend the funeral. At the memorial service in his childhood home, he took the chance to sneak off into the night. Enlisting in the Marine Corps, Marc served for three years in Syria where he saw combat in war torn urban environments and out in the desert. However, he was prone to episodes where he would wander off in the middle of the night, eventually being found wandering in a minefield without any clothes on. His commanding officers did some digging into his past and discovered his time at Putnam. As soon as this was discovered, Spector was dishonorably discharged and was going to be put on a plane back to Illinois where he'd be put back in Putnam. Marc did the obvious thing and went AWOL. Acting as a gun for hire mostly and occasionally partaking in underground fight rings, Marc drifted around throughout Syria and the surrounding countries for a year before he was found by Jean-Paul "Frenchie" DuChamp, a fellow mercenary who became his partner. The two traveled all over Africa and the Middle East, partaking in many paramilitary operations. Three months ago, they met a man named Raoul Bushman, the leader of a mercenary group operating in Africa. Marc and Frenchie joined up with him for a job investigating an archaeological dig site on the border of Sudan and Egypt. There, they found that an ancient Egyptian tomb had been uncovered with riches unlike anyone had ever seen. The head archaeologist, Peter Alraune, pleaded with the mercenaries not to disturb the site. In response, Bushman gunned him down. He was going to do the same to the rest of the dig crew when Marc sucker punched him. In the chaos, Alraune's daughter Marlene and a few of the dig crew managed to escape. Bushman shot Marc in the chest before going on to execute the members of the crew that hadn't been able to escape. As night fell, the mercenaries left the dead and the dying behind. Marc crawled his way into the ruins, where he found himself beneath a statue of Khonshu, the Egyptian god of the moon. Marc died in the tomb beneath the statue. Rɪꜱᴇ, ᴍʏ Fɪꜱᴛ. And then he lived again. Donning a white robe, Marc set off after Bushman and his men. He assaulted the town they were terrorizing and made short work of Bushman's mercenaries. After rendezvousing with DuChamp and Marlene, Marc found that Bushman was long gone with no trail left behind to follow. He offered to escort Marlene back to the States, the young woman accepting but deciding that it was the farthest she would go with Spector, as she blamed him partially for her father's death and as such wanted nothing to do with him. The trio returned to America, Marlene taking her leave and walking out of Marc and Frenchie's lives for good. The two men found themselves in Marc's hometown of Hub City, barely recovering from a devastating societal collapse the year prior. Marc, plagued by visions of Khonshu, was driven to vigilantism by his patron's desire to watch over the travelers of the night. Donning the guise of Moon Knight, Marc stalks the streets of Hub City with DuChamp as his faithful pilot and companion, while Marc's alters Steven and Jake build a fortune and gather intel on the streets respectively. P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) ________________________________________________________________________________________ The thing that got me hooked on Moon Knight wasn't a comic book or even the Disney Plus show, it was actually a run in one of these various DC/Marvel crossover games by our beloved Hound55. His Moon Knight run in Master Bruce's Ultimate One Universe intrigued me and led me to checking out more of the character in the comics and I fell in love. If the Question is my favorite DC hero, Moon Knight is easily my favorite Marvel hero. I've only ever written him very briefly in a previous game, so I'll have to find my footing there, but I hope to do a good job with it. I don't have much in the way of an overarching plot beyond Marc's eventual rematch with Bushman, intending to do a fairly episodic and serialized run where Moon Knight will tackle everything from bank robbers and mobsters to vampires and werewolves. I'm setting him in Hub City so that I can be relatively self-contained, but I do hope to see Marc occasionally travel to other cities or have other heroes come to the Hub for the sake of crossovers. In regards to Hub City's usual vigilante, one can assume he's off traveling the country as per my previous concept, and the events of Denny O'Neil's run of the Question occurred in some form which led to the city collapsing in on itself and only just recently regaining a semblance of law and order. Also, I'm taking Marlene out of the picture because honestly, I just don't really find her that interesting. Sue me.

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A Broken Mind

M O O N K N I G H T ( ? )
M O O N K N I G H T ( ? )

^{"I can't remember how I got here... Feels like I'm missing chunks of my brain."}

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 _________________________________________________________ Marc Spector Steven Grant Jake Lockley _________________________________________________________ 31 | Taken (?) _________________________________________________________ N/A | Jewish-American A L L I E S & A N T A G O N I S T S A L L I E S & A N T A G O N I S T S _________________________________________________________ [+] A L L I E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ KHONSHU - Marc's patron, or maybe just a hallucination. ◼ JEAN-PAUL "FRENCHIE" DUCHAMP - Marc's best friend and pilot, or maybe another patient in the hospital. ◼ MARLENE ALRAUNE - Marc's lover, or maybe another patient he has a crush on. ◼ GENA LANDERS - A diner owner and friend of Jake's, or maybe another patient who misses her old job. ◼ BERTRAND CRAWLEY - A local wino and friend of Jake's, or maybe another patient who's been in the hospital longer than Marc. A N T A G O N I S T S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ DR. EMMET - Marc's psychiatrist. ◼ BILLY AND BOBBY - Two orderlies that regularly beat on Marc. Characters I Have My Eye On For Future Arcs Vic Sage/The Question Helena Bertinelli/Huntress Count Dracula Jack Russell/Werewolf By Night - P O S T C A T A L O G U E P O S T C A T A L O G U E _________________________________________________________ Issue #1 - All Time Low, Part 1 -

T H E S T O R Y S O F A R... T H E S T O R Y S O F A R... ___________________________________________________________________________________ For five years, Marc Spector has been Moon Knight, the Fist of Khonshu and protector of the overnight travelers. He has a loyal crew of friends consisting of pilot Jean-Paul "Frenchie" DuChamp, lover Marlene Alraune, diner owner Gena Landers and informant Bertrand Crawley, people who will stick by him through thick and thin and provide support for his crusade. With the help of his alters, multi-millionaire entrepreneur Steven Grant and cab driver Jake Lockley, Marc watches over New York City. He has his flaws and troubles, but he's made a life for himself, one that he's happy with. Marc Spector is Moon Knight. Or is he? Waking up in a psych ward with foggy memories of his life as a superhero, Marc finds himself faced with TV reports of a Moon Knight out in NYC who's not him and finds that everyone from his former life is also locked up in the hospital with him. The orderlies regularly beat him and subject him to excessive electric shock therapy while his psychiatrist Dr. Emmet confronts him with the reality that he's been in Putnam Psychiatric Hospital since he was 12. He doesn't know what to believe anymore. Marc Spector is insane. P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) __________________________________________________________________________________ Jumping forward farther along in Marc's career than my last Moon Knight run, my initial arc is going to be a reimagining of Jeff Lemire's seminal run on Moon Knight from 2016 which reconstructed the character and greatly altered his status quo (and was subsequently ignored by the godawful Bemis run immediately after). This is a Moon Knight who's already established but doesn't remember any of his career and is faced with the dilemma that he may not have even been Moon Knight at all. Through his journey in the mental hospital and flashbacks to the life that he thinks he lived, I hope to examine Marc, Steven and Jake's characters and explore not only their actions as Moon Knight but also their relationship with each other and the people in their lives.

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