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Worlds Collide: A Merged Universe Superhero Roleplay

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Captain America

C A P T A I N A M E R I C A
C A P T A I N A M E R I C A

^{"I fought worse in 1942."}

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 _________________________________________________________ Steven Grant Rogers _________________________________________________________ Born ~100 years ago/Physically ~24 | Single _________________________________________________________ American Government [Formally] | 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 Y ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Peak Human Capability The Super Soldier Serum gave Cap enhanced capabilities, allowing him to have the peak of what any human could achieve. He's at peak human strength, peak human speed, peak human reflexes, he's more durable, his mind runs quicker, his eyes pick up more details, he heals faster, and much more. - T O O L ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Captain America's Shield A rare vibranium-made shield, Cap has used it well to defend and to augment his attack capability, even to the point of using it as a projectile. - 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) ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Combat He had standard and non-standard US Army training in various weapons and unarmed martial arts. He's most comfortable with using his shield, but he is quite adaptive. - T A L E N T ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Drawing He's always had a natural talent for drawing that's he's honed over the years in his free time. He can do detailed drawings of people and places he's seen quickly though he's mostly done fun doodles or comic figures. -

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... ________________________________________________________________________________________ Most elementary school kids in the USA know the basic history of Captain America. The young boy from Brooklyn, born on the 4th of July, that kept persevering in his pursuit of joining the army and serving his nation during WW2 despite being declared 4-F multiple times. Then Dr. Erskine met him and offered Steve the chance to join the Super Soldier Serum Experiments, and Steve leapt on the opportunity. The serum made him superhuman, but before it could be used to create any other super soldier, Erskine was killed by a Nazi spy. And so Steve Rogers became Captain America, leading the Howling Commandos with his right-hand man, best friend, and top sniper Bucky Barnes, across the European battlefield to bring down Hitler and his top-secret science division Hydra. Hydra was brought down within the last days of the war, but Bucky was killed on the path to victory and Captain America was killed in the North Sea, never to return to the land he fought so long for. But of course, there are times when what is taught as historical fact turns out to be wrong. For instead of dying, Steve Rogers survived in hibernation within the ice, waiting to be discovered. And discovered he was. But instead of being found by any friendly force, he was found by Hydra, controlled by SPECTRE. They realized how foturnate a find this was for them, but initially disagreed on what to do. Some said kill him, but that was seen as a waste. Others said to brainwash him to be under their control, but that was seen as too risky and liable to blow apart in their faces. Instead, they took him to their labs and found a way to keep him under suspended animation while allowing them to have access to him to seek to rediscover the Super Soldier Serum. And so he has remained, trapped and alone. Until one day, someone unexpected arrived. P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) ________________________________________________________________________________________ Half Pint decided to have Spectre and Hydra be tied together which then called into question what became of Cap in this timeline. Since the previous guy who had the role dropped out, I decided to do my own take where I'll work with Half Pint to get Cap rescued and brought into the world properly. After that, I hope to play out him adjusting to the new world and deciding to still be a hero within the modern day. How exactly that will look like will depend on what ends up happening.

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Worlds Collide: A Merged Universe Superhero Roleplay

Am also realizing that a good portion of the fear Sinestro is feeling in the room is J'onn's fear.

Worlds Collide: A Merged Universe Superhero Roleplay

Ah yes. The femne fatale, the good-natured hero, and the sour battle-hardened space cop. What a couple

Worlds Collide: A Merged Universe Superhero Roleplay

Well this is interesting for Cay'an...

She might also make use out of it.

Golden Age

Sullivan County, Northeastern Tennessee
June, 1938

"I can deal with the dog man, stretch! Make sure none of those bastards have explosives!" yelled out Torch.

But then the flames erupted and J'onn snapped back his arm in panic, some of it catching in the green as it came back. He swallowed back anything more than one quick yelp. It wasn't like screaming had ever helped him before. Then looked at his arm, biting firmer to maintain his semblance of a composure. He was only fortunate in that no one was looking as he examined the bubbling forearm, pulsing and shifting painfully between the red suit and the green of his normal skin.

No way he could trust the arm in the fight right now! If he had to, he could force himself to use it, but it couldn't be relied on and certainly not for swinging. But there was still a lot of, most likely Germans he'd need to handle in the woods. Seems he'd just need to get creative. Wincing, he placed the arm against his chest, then made himself a makeshift cast disguised as simply a bulky part of his uniform. Then he felt for where the minds in the forest were, then jumped out and stretched out his legs, transforming his feet into hands in order to grasp onto the taller trees. Then with a boing, he snapped back to his feet like a rubber band, dodging any bullets sent his way as he did so. Then once he was up there, he stretched his left arm down to the German guy right underneath then sought to grab his gun, disarm him, then use him like a wrecking ball to knock down over nearby soldiers.

Golden Age

I would like to show my interest for this one, have watched this one for a few days. Will see about providing a sheet tomorrow.

@Dezuel

We'll certainly look forward to it.

Worlds Collide: A Merged Universe Superhero Roleplay

Happy Early Traumatic Thursday to those that celebrate.

I really didn't expect J'onn to face the traumas this time around, but here we are. :)

Worlds Collide: A Merged Universe Superhero Roleplay

M A R T I A N M A N H U N T E R
M A R T I A N M A N H U N T E R

The Therapeutix Gala
New York City, USA
@King Kindred@ThatDeercat@Half Pint@mattmanganon
J'onn couldn't help the small sigh of relief he let out once he saw Thor and Kori arrive. While casually mingling with people and just watching them talk was pleasant, not having many topics of his own to talk about quickly made most of the conversations tedious. Questions about favorite supers only went so far and most of the supers around were unknown to him and swarmed by others wanting to talk with them. He started stepping forward to meet them, but then stopped. Thor wouldn't know him in this guise, it was meaningless then to seek to talk unless he wanted to reveal himself. And if he revealed himself...He swirled the un-drunken glass as he glanced around the room. There was still the potential danger of Therapeutix being after them for genetic research. But there was also...

It wasn't hard to picture the crowd as green-skinned Martians, though these were rather better behaved than the Martian Elites would allow themselves within their own, celebrations. Especially around the heroic guests they surrounded. Still, that keen interest was still, intense. Though with several heroes, it was at least more, dispersed than it had been with one solitary...

"Quite the specimen of manhood, isn't he."

"He's a feast for the eyes and keeps the peace. What more can he do, doctor?"

Green hands pawed wherever wasn't covered by fabric in that 'uniform' J'onn knew Cay'an designed intentionally to be as it was! The hands grew bolder as more moon-water was drunk. His orders were to not move, but surely, surely the doctor wouldn't let them-

The champagne stem cracked in his hand, bringing J'onn back to the present with a wince. This was going to be hard to explain. Not to mention the fact that he also needed to stem the bleeding somehow. For now, he held the glass carefully so that everything seemed to still be together then turned away from Thor towards the bar. He just needed a napkin he could surreptitiously take home and some way to dispose of the glass discretely. Then, he could go back out there, enjoy tonight, and at least take comfort in knowing there were familiar, friendly faces around.

Fortunately, it was quite easy to locate where the bar usually threw away broken glass and to grab a leftover napkin. He just had to wait for the bartender to be focused with a customer before he took the risk of lowering the glass into the trash, using his telekinesis to make sure it made no loud crash. It was then he really noticed the man. At first glanced, he seemed quite ordinary, just at the bar for a drink. But there was a, watchfulness to him that exuded all the way to J'onn. A hunter's watchfulness. And if he was a hunter, what was his prey?

For a moment, he froze. Perhaps the hunter hadn't noticed him and he could leave. He did seem preoccupied with other things. However, if he had noticed him and he suddenly left, then J'onn would be suspicious for coming to a bar and not getting anything to drink, especially given that J'onn now had a napkin in his right hand. What should he-?

"Hey, you here to order anything?"

He blinked, then put on a slight smile. Caught by the bartender. Now he was on the hook. "A, club soda please."

He eyed him funny, but shrugged his shoulders. "Alright." Then went to prepare it.

J'onn just let himself sit on the bar stool, seeking hard to act relaxed given the circumstances.

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Cay'an couldn't have been more thrilled when Thor arrived. If he hadn't come, then the whole night would have been a bust! And ooo, what pretty wrapping he'd come in tonight. Her mouth watered at the thought of unwrapping him and seeing the full package in it's glory. But patience was a virtue, and she couldn't have fun if she didn't get him first. The two members of his haram he had on his arms certainly were competition, but she was certain she could blow them out of the sand.

With that, she started forward, grabbing a grape from one of the offerings then walking in front of him, casually throwing it into her mouth once she was sure she had his eye contact. Then she walked on, giving him a slight beckoning call to come after her.

Unbeknownst to her though, there were some slight mental differences between an Asgardian and an ordinary human. Thor felt something like small ants within his mind as a war seemed to break out over whether the blonde woman with green eyes was simply beautiful or someone he wanted to follow on his own right this instance.

Golden Age

New York City, New York
April, 1938...
The 18th police precinct's doors flew open and a handful of rough and roughened men rolled to the front desk, enclosed within long, elastic arms.

The front desk receptionist sighed as she pressed the ringer for the patrolmen then looked up at the door. "You know, there are more convenient ways to turn in crooks, Mr. Elastic Man."

Elastic Man himself just smugly smirked from the front door, white scarf waving dramatically like there was any sort of breeze on a day like today. "But where's the fun in that? Besides, I'm sure you and the boys will have plenty of fun with members of the Maroni Gang."

She glanced over the men again. "Maroni men, huh. The ones who were starting that protection racket down Washington St.?"

"The very ones. I didn't get Maroni himself yet, but I will."

"That would certainly be one less pain in the neck." The first of the officers arrived and started handcuffing the men, allowing Elastic Man to slowly untangle his arms from the pile. "Good work, once again. Think you could spare a couple minutes to help with the processing?"

"Not today, Officer Perkins. I got another engagement to head to. See you next time!" He then reached up to the roof and slung himself away.

Perkins just shook his head. "Such a strange fellow." Then returned to his duties.

Elsewhere, Elastic Man winced as he landed on a high enough roof. "Note to self-Dragging 6 men over ten city blocks does tire the arms." He pulled the arms back in, wincing more as the aches asserted themselves harder. He didn't have time to give them much rest though. It was about time for his shift at the 16th precinct.

With a leap, he landed on the building kitty-corner. Then he looked down the more isolated alleyway and felt out telepathically. No one was down there, excellent. He stretched himself out and floated down like a kite before landing and rolling himself into human form. Still no one was down there. And with that, his form shifted. His head went from black-haired and round to tow-haired and square-jawed, his height grew a foot, musculature grew on his arms, his eyes shifted from brown to blue, and his bright red suit and black boots shifted into the muted tones of a trench coat, slacks, white collared shirt, brown shoes, and black tie. Only the white scarf remained untouched.

After his form settled, his hands started tested out every piece, making sure nothing was out of place and his tie was straight. Once that was accomplished, he started booking it. He hadn't been late so far, and he didn't intend to be late today!

And indeed he wasn't. He arrived within the precinct and punched in his timecard right as the clock struck the hour.

Sergeant Hopkins sighed. "Barely on time again, Detective Jameson."

"My apologies again, sir." He bowed his head for the reprimed. "Time just keeps slipping away from me."

"Then wear a watch! You know full well that five minutes before is on time and on time-"

"Is late, I know. Especially when every moment can count. I will look into getting a watch." Then he headed for his desk and started looking into the paperwork of his ongoing cases and checking to see if a new one had been placed within.

"See that you do, James." Then he sat at his own desk and turned on the radio, listening to some music station or other. James was almost certain it was Glen Miller, but he couldn't be certain. Besides, there were rumors of a new gang starting up that were worth far more of his time. The leader was known to wear a skull mask, which hampered identification and meant that any prior criminal history would be much harder to track down. But he had to have funds or be getting funding from somewhere. So if he could figure that out, he'd have a lead. If he could figure out what the gang's purpose was as well, that would also help things along but they were still new enough that it was hard to say without infiltrating a meeting. Hmm...Now there was an idea...

The music on the radio suddenly cut off. And the president's voice itself boomed forth. "My friends."

Everyone in the bullpen quickly sat up and listened, their chairs striking their desks. James was no exception. What did President Roosevelt want?

"We are in the midst of unprecedented times. Forces are rising beyond what ordinary man can oppose...." Several dangers and events were laid out, almost too openly revealed from a head of a national power. I therefore call upon the superhumans in our midst to answer the call and aid our nation in it's time of need."

Several groans erupted from the men.

"Why only the superhumans?! Plenty of us 'ordinary' folk could beat the tar out of those supers any day of the week!"

"Hey, supers certainly have their place. Have you seen the latest bulletin on what Elastic Man's done?"

"And what's Elastic Man done that's really helped anybody? He's just acting to get noticed!"

James meanwhile stayed silent, frozen as he focused on the words. He, he couldn't- Helping fight crime was one thing. It aided ordinary citizens, served the nation, and allowed him to keep his anonymity in one fell swoop. If he registered...He owed America a lot, but a government was still a government! And government only wanted one thing: control.

A man lit his cigarette, and James suddenly fell back with a large crash.

Everyone turned towards him. "You okay there, Jameson?"

"Yes!" He leapt to his feet and righted the chair, careful to not look at the still lit lighter. "I just need some fresh air. Be back in a bit." Then he rushed off.

"I always forget that James has a thing against smoking..." He heard one of the men state before he'd closed the door and gotten outside to the small porch area.

The sun, the fresher air, and the sounds of New York traffic already was doing wonders. He allowed himself a few more deep breathes before settling back down. He wasn't back there. This wasn't over two Earth years ago. He was here and now, with the sun on his skin and humanity spread out before him. He wouldn't trade this for the world.

But if America didn't get the help they needed...Would this still exist?

He sat back with a sigh. "Why is nothing ever easy?" The moons orbited as they would orbit though, there was nothing he could do to change what lay ahead. He did owe this nation after all. And perhaps, if he registered voluntarily, maybe he could actually become a citizen?

He couldn't reveal that much info though. Either they'd kick him out, arrest him for treason and force him on the run, or...His hands instinctually rubbed around his wrists. Even in this human guise, he could almost swear he could feel the lingering scar tissue. No, revealing himself fully was too risky.

But perhaps he could just volunteer and not reveal anything? As long as he was willing to take part in any call, surely they wouldn't need to know everything, right? If they tried, well, he could always 'persuade' them otherwise. His skin roiled at the thought, but it was the choice between that and being exposed, there was no choice at all.

He would not risk another government getting his hands on him, even if it was to protect this land.

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Queensport, Northeastern Tennessee
June...

Perhaps he ought to have allowed them to at least know his home city. It wasn't like New York City was a small town by any means.

Elastic Man swung to the top of the warehouse and let himself take a breath. He'd needed to use some of his vacation time to join in this, defense of an ammunition plant. Jungle Boy and Lady Lynx inside due to their snipping capabilities. And him on the outside with this 'Torch of Liberty' operative due to his greater flexibility. So far though, he didn't see or hear any-

"Greif jetzt an, Albrecht!" was suddenly yelled on his right.

Elastic Man looked over to see a seven-foot tall wolfman holding a man who had to be Torch. Within the trees, he could almost be sure he saw firearms. Reaching out though showed several more minds amidst the trees. Could be civilians, but it was best to not take chances. Jumping down without a plan then was definitely not a good idea. But did he really need to jump down?

He laid flat on the roof, then stretched out an arm, aiming to wrap it around the wolfman's eyes and give Torch a better chance to escape his grasp.

Golden Age

@Omega Man

Mad Jack

Archetype(s) - Wolverine/ Thor

Name - Jack The Mad.

Alias - Mad Jack.

Age - 402.

Powers/Skills/Equipment -

Powers:

Superhuman Strength: Jack has enhanced strength, capable of feats surpassing those of any martial artist on Earth. Easily breaking through walls and being able to tear tanks apart with his bare hands.

Superhuman Endurance: Jack has superhuman endurance, being able to withstand gunfire and explosions.

Healing Factor: Jack has accelerated healing. Being able to regenerate any kind of wound in the substance. For example, he can regenerate limbs if they are severed. He can feel pain when being wounded, and even be able to pass out from extreme pain. His healing also gives him immunity to poisons, viruses, diseases, and most substances.

Decelerated Aging: Because of his healing factor, his lifespan has slowed down. Despite being 400 years old, he looks like he is in his mid-30s.

Skills:

Martial Artist: During his life, Jack has studied many marital art. This includes Boxing, Judo, Karate, Wrestling, Wushu, and Wing Chun.

Weapons Experts: Jack has extensive experience with firearms and blades. Feeling more comfortable using a sword, bow, and shield. And not having such luck with using firearms.

Multilingual: During his many years of living is fluent in many languages. This includes English, Japanese, Russian, Mandarin, French, Spanish, and German.

Equipment:

A medieval sword, a bow and a quiver.

Weaknesses - Jack’s healing factor takes time for him to fully recover. With more serious wounds, it would take him weeks to recover. After many years, Jack has become erratic and unpredictable.

Personality - Erratic, Clever, Brooding, Loyal, Old-fashioned.

Experience - 2 years.

Appearance -

BRIEF Bio - Jack was born sometime in the 16th century in Britain, post colonization by the Saxons. His father was the leader of his clan, which has been lost to time. In his youth, he was taught the way of fighting with a weapon. As an adolescent, he helped his father with his campaigns of conquest. As he became an adult, his father was killed, and he took the reins of clan leader.

During one such campaign in modern Britain, he was mortally wounded in combat. While he thought he was going to die, his wounds healed over. His kin thought him a witch and a bad omen. Being exiled by his clan, he became a mercenary for hire. Being a part of various conflicts for different nations.

Having an affinity for Scotland, he would reluctantly join the British forces in their conflicts. Joining the British army, armed with his father’s sword and bow. Having many lovers and being forced to watch them die of old age. Sometime during the First World War, he fell in love with a German woman. But they separated because Jack was sterile. Joining the British in their current fight with the Nazis.

Potential Storylines - My Brother’s Keeper: Jack finds out there is another immortal like himself. His brother, who is now working for the Nazi’s.

Who Wants To Live Forever: Jack struggles with turmoil and conflict as he tries to keep his humanity. And with this war, he has become more animalistic.

Necronomicon: Jack finds himself dealing with Himmler’s group, the Ahnenerbe, who want to summon and control eldritch beings.

Additional Notes - None

Let me know if i need to make any further changes.

@Eviledd1984

Nice reference to the real Mad Jack Churchill.