Actually, I have no problem incorporating DD into the story I want to portray with Fisk.
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Player Name: DeathstrokeSW/DSW
Character You Wish To Play:Wilson Fisk/Kingpin
Moral Alignment (Hero, Villain, Walking the Line): WTL, slowly becoming a villain
Affiliation (what group/team/organization, if any, is your character affiliated with?): Chinese Triads, Russian Mafia, personal organized crime outfit, Fisk Industries.
Character Origin & Backstory:
|Childhood|
Wilson Fisk was born in Hell's Kitchen, New York to Helen and Bill Fisk. Bill was a cruel, abusive man, a man who only lived for the public perception, for power. He was a bastard of a man, who regularly drank, and beat Wilson and Helen. Eventually, he took it upon himself to run for city council, when Fisk was 12. He became increasingly stressed, and took it out on Wilson and Helen, and in the fit of rage, Wilson killed his own father to save his mother. Helen covered it up, and Wilson was sent away to live with relatives in upstate New York, on a farm. For the next several years, Wilson lived and worked in that small town, hating every living second of it. When he was 18, he left home and went to college, where he joined the boxing team. Earning a degree in political science, he graduated summa cum laude, traveling abroad to Asia. There, he began the next phase of his life.
|Travels abroad|
It's unclear, according to the public, exactly what happened during his travels abroad in China and Japan, but what IS known, is that Fisk Industries started here, acquiring funds from investors with ties to the Yakuza and Chinese Triads, though nothing that could be concretely proven. Fisk then used these funds to start his enterprises from abroad, managing his business via telephone. It was here, in Asia, as well, that Wilson began his criminal organization, learning from the bottom up how to run organized crime, as well as innovating how it is run by his Political Science training. After building up Fisk industries as a multibillion dollar business, and several unspecified dealings in Asia, Fisk returned home, a wealthy man.
|Descent into Crime|
Fisk had been away for years now, a smart, wealthy businessman. And he loved his city, after years away, but was horrified by what his city had become. It was filthy, dying, desecrated, and Fisk knew he needed to save his city. But in order to do so, he couldn't just be a businessman, he had to dip his hands into the filth in order to wash his city clean. So he began expanding into organized crime, focusing first on his home of Hell's kitchen. Creating a small, but loyal gang, he ruled them with a fair, but sadistic fist; Failure wasn't tolerated, and neither were mistakes. Success was rewarded, Failure punished. Simple. Yet, five months later, his gang referred to him as Kingpin, and he was more than powerful; owning a senator, judges, and a large majority of the cops in Hell's kitchen. He truly was in control. But he knew even on his own, he couldn't get everything he wanted accomplished. So he began making alliances, deals with Madame Gao of the chinese triads, and Nobu of the Japanese yakuza. The Russians came in soon after, albeit much to Fisk's displeasure.
And this is where we meet him, Five months into being the Kingpin, Five years into being a covert criminal.
Powers and Abilities (What can your character do? What can't they do?): Expert Tactician: Wilson has managed to cause a fair deal of the criminal activity of Hell's Kitchen for years without revealing his identity to the public.
Expert Combatant: Fisk is a man of immense brute strength. He can lift a grown man into the air with a single arm. Despite having no formal combat training, Fisk's size and pure muscle make him a very formidable opponent. He was capable of using his strength to beat men to death with only a few hits. He is also strong enough to kill a man with only a few punches. He is also a trained boxer.
Multilingual: Fisk is fluent in English, Mandarin, and Japanese.
Sample Story Arcs: YEAR ONE: This story arc introduces Kingpin to the MU, based in New York, slowly forging his grip from the ashes of his predecessor, and dealing with new ways of handling the rising of both superhero and villain alike, while still maintaining a chokehold on street crime.
DEVIL HIS DUE: Introduces Wilson Fisk to Matthew Miyahara, the blind lawyer of Hell's Kitchen, and Daredevil both as Daredevil's own story arc culminates into a meeting with the Kingpin of Crime.
TOMBSTONE: Has Kingpin dealing with the return of the Rose, now joined by Tombstone.
Sample Post (This is used as an introduction to your writing – try to keep it to around three paragraphs or more and try to include dialogue):
The phone rings in the middle of the night, or rather, three in the morning, shrill and insistent. Fisk's eyes flutter open, and flip open the phone with a practiced ease; Late night calls are to be expected, a common occurrence for someone in his line of work. He rises from satin sheets and flips his phone open, expecting the other person to talk first.
"Good morning, sir."
"Good Morning, Wesley." Fisk's voice is low and commanding, a baritone, but not too deep. He speaks as if he's not asking for, but rather expecting respect, even from his right hand and personal assistant, Mr. James Wesley. Were one to pay attention, one would actually see that Fisk even thinks of Wesley as his friend. Possibly his only friend. It doesn't matter, either way, as Wilson has never been particularly good at making friends. He waits patiently as Wesley informs him of the morning brief; events that've happened with his organization while he slumbered.
"Sir, nothing much on the Triad's end. Gao's deliveries are on time, yet down 9%. Nobu and his men want more of the docks. Immigration and Customs Enforcement for more specific tastes. THey want a clear path to 33rd street. The Russians have been making quite a bit of fuss recently, however. They want a meeting with you personally. Today."
Wilson Fisk gives an audible sigh, and lets his brain sift through the information. Nobu...the more they asked, the more he felt like Nobu should be eliminated. But the Yakuza were men of honor, of integrity, and they'd sworn him what he asked for, in exchange for what they asked of him. And the Russians...they were a different matter entirely.
"Give the Japanese what they want, and send the Russians to the usual meeting place. I'll be there at ten." He flips the phone closed and does as he always does to start the day, making an egg roll and garnish, picking out a dark grey suit, and adding cufflinks. By the time he leaves his penthouse apartment, it's an hour and five minutes to nine o'clock.
It takes him another hour to reach the building, as is usual with New York City traffic. The building is actually a garage, one owned and operated by a subsidiary of Fisk industries, paid for by an offshore account in the caymans. His Escalade pulls into the parking lot, and he stepped out, a black overcoat buttoned up over a dark grey outfit. The two Russians before him are the Brothers. Anatoly and Vladimir. One dark haired and short, the other bleach blond and tall. Twins, they even share the same tattoos. It is Anatoly who speaks up first, differing in his demeanor than Vladimir. "Good Morning, Mister Fisk. We want to-" he is cut off by Vladimir, the angry brother. "We want some F---- ANSWERS, you bald idiot."
Anatoly is quick to backtrack, hoping to cover up his brother's mistakes with boot kissing. "What he means to say is that Madame Gao's deliveries have been...less than usual." It is here that Fisk speaks up, calm and collected. "By nine percent, according to my numbers. The real question I should be asking here, is why did you involve me instead of Madame Gao herself? Unless, of course, you're afraid of her. Fear, I find, is a completely natural response to someone as well respected as Mme.Gao. So, you involve me because you don't want the reprisal to blow back on you in its entirety. You're asking the Chinese to up their production by nine percent and get their product out on the same time. And as of late, it's not entirely feasible with all these...costumed vigilantes cavorting about. So here's what you're going to do. You're going to pull back men from the street corners and concentrate your pushers to a single city block. Limited supply, limited demand. You will cut off your current regulars in this part of town and raise the price of a single purchase by 10 percent. Or I will be back to personally handle things."
Fisk gets back into the escalade, and as they drive off, he turns back behind tinted windows to look upon the faces of Anatoly and Vladimir. What he sees makes him smirk. Anatoly has a look of fear and respect, while Vlad is simply angry beyond belief.
Still Crafting my Wilson Fisk. He'll be up by either today or monday.
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Forum: Casual Interest Checks
I'm in, and constructing my CS.
My plan B is more in line with Kirigi and the Hand, or Ikari, from the more recent issues of Daredevil.
I really, really want to do Kingpin, but I don't have a hero in mind that I'd like to do before I can do Mr. Fisk
Player Name: DeathstrokeSW/DSW
Character You Wish To Play:Wilson Fisk/Kingpin
Moral Alignment (Hero, Villain, Walking the Line): WTL, slowly becoming a villain
Affiliation (what group/team/organization, if any, is your character affiliated with?): Chinese Triads, Russian Mafia, personal organized crime outfit, Fisk Industries.
Character Origin & Backstory:
|Childhood|
Wilson Fisk was born in Hell's Kitchen, New York to Helen and Bill Fisk. Bill was a cruel, abusive man, a man who only lived for the public perception, for power. He was a bastard of a man, who regularly drank, and beat Wilson and Helen. Eventually, he took it upon himself to run for city council, when Fisk was 12. He became increasingly stressed, and took it out on Wilson and Helen, and in the fit of rage, Wilson killed his own father to save his mother. Helen covered it up, and Wilson was sent away to live with relatives in upstate New York, on a farm. For the next several years, Wilson lived and worked in that small town, hating every living second of it. When he was 18, he left home and went to college, where he joined the boxing team. Earning a degree in political science, he graduated summa cum laude, traveling abroad to Asia. There, he began the next phase of his life.
|Travels abroad|
It's unclear, according to the public, exactly what happened during his travels abroad in China and Japan, but what IS known, is that Fisk Industries started here, acquiring funds from investors with ties to the Yakuza and Chinese Triads, though nothing that could be concretely proven. Fisk then used these funds to start his enterprises from abroad, managing his business via telephone. It was here, in Asia, as well, that Wilson began his criminal organization, learning from the bottom up how to run organized crime, as well as innovating how it is run by his Political Science training. After building up Fisk industries as a multibillion dollar business, and several unspecified dealings in Asia, Fisk returned home, a wealthy man.
|Descent into Crime|
Fisk had been away for years now, a smart, wealthy businessman. And he loved his city, after years away, but was horrified by what his city had become. It was filthy, dying, desecrated, and Fisk knew he needed to save his city. But in order to do so, he couldn't just be a businessman, he had to dip his hands into the filth in order to wash his city clean. So he began expanding into organized crime, focusing first on his home of Hell's kitchen. Creating a small, but loyal gang, he ruled them with a fair, but sadistic fist; Failure wasn't tolerated, and neither were mistakes. Success was rewarded, Failure punished. Simple. Yet, five months later, his gang referred to him as Kingpin, and he was more than powerful; owning a senator, judges, and a large majority of the cops in Hell's kitchen. He truly was in control. But he knew even on his own, he couldn't get everything he wanted accomplished. So he began making alliances, deals with Madame Gao of the chinese triads, and Nobu of the Japanese yakuza. The Russians came in soon after, albeit much to Fisk's displeasure.
And this is where we meet him, Five months into being the Kingpin, Five years into being a covert criminal.
Powers and Abilities (What can your character do? What can't they do?): Expert Tactician: Wilson has managed to cause a fair deal of the criminal activity of Hell's Kitchen for years without revealing his identity to the public.
Expert Combatant: Fisk is a man of immense brute strength. He can lift a grown man into the air with a single arm. Despite having no formal combat training, Fisk's size and pure muscle make him a very formidable opponent. He was capable of using his strength to beat men to death with only a few hits. He is also strong enough to kill a man with only a few punches. He is also a trained boxer.
Multilingual: Fisk is fluent in English, Mandarin, and Japanese.
Sample Story Arcs: YEAR ONE: This story arc introduces Kingpin to the MU, based in New York, slowly forging his grip from the ashes of his predecessor, and dealing with new ways of handling the rising of both superhero and villain alike, while still maintaining a chokehold on street crime.
DEVIL HIS DUE: Introduces Wilson Fisk to Matthew Miyahara, the blind lawyer of Hell's Kitchen, and Daredevil both as Daredevil's own story arc culminates into a meeting with the Kingpin of Crime.
TOMBSTONE: Has Kingpin dealing with the return of the Rose, now joined by Tombstone.
Sample Post (This is used as an introduction to your writing – try to keep it to around three paragraphs or more and try to include dialogue):
The phone rings in the middle of the night, or rather, three in the morning, shrill and insistent. Fisk's eyes flutter open, and flip open the phone with a practiced ease; Late night calls are to be expected, a common occurrence for someone in his line of work. He rises from satin sheets and flips his phone open, expecting the other person to talk first.
"Good morning, sir."
"Good Morning, Wesley." Fisk's voice is low and commanding, a baritone, but not too deep. He speaks as if he's not asking for, but rather expecting respect, even from his right hand and personal assistant, Mr. James Wesley. Were one to pay attention, one would actually see that Fisk even thinks of Wesley as his friend. Possibly his only friend. It doesn't matter, either way, as Wilson has never been particularly good at making friends. He waits patiently as Wesley informs him of the morning brief; events that've happened with his organization while he slumbered.
"Sir, nothing much on the Triad's end. Gao's deliveries are on time, yet down 9%. Nobu and his men want more of the docks. Immigration and Customs Enforcement for more specific tastes. THey want a clear path to 33rd street. The Russians have been making quite a bit of fuss recently, however. They want a meeting with you personally. Today."
Wilson Fisk gives an audible sigh, and lets his brain sift through the information. Nobu...the more they asked, the more he felt like Nobu should be eliminated. But the Yakuza were men of honor, of integrity, and they'd sworn him what he asked for, in exchange for what they asked of him. And the Russians...they were a different matter entirely.
"Give the Japanese what they want, and send the Russians to the usual meeting place. I'll be there at ten." He flips the phone closed and does as he always does to start the day, making an egg roll and garnish, picking out a dark grey suit, and adding cufflinks. By the time he leaves his penthouse apartment, it's an hour and five minutes to nine o'clock.
It takes him another hour to reach the building, as is usual with New York City traffic. The building is actually a garage, one owned and operated by a subsidiary of Fisk industries, paid for by an offshore account in the caymans. His Escalade pulls into the parking lot, and he stepped out, a black overcoat buttoned up over a dark grey outfit. The two Russians before him are the Brothers. Anatoly and Vladimir. One dark haired and short, the other bleach blond and tall. Twins, they even share the same tattoos. It is Anatoly who speaks up first, differing in his demeanor than Vladimir. "Good Morning, Mister Fisk. We want to-" he is cut off by Vladimir, the angry brother. "We want some F---- ANSWERS, you bald idiot."
Anatoly is quick to backtrack, hoping to cover up his brother's mistakes with boot kissing. "What he means to say is that Madame Gao's deliveries have been...less than usual." It is here that Fisk speaks up, calm and collected. "By nine percent, according to my numbers. The real question I should be asking here, is why did you involve me instead of Madame Gao herself? Unless, of course, you're afraid of her. Fear, I find, is a completely natural response to someone as well respected as Mme.Gao. So, you involve me because you don't want the reprisal to blow back on you in its entirety. You're asking the Chinese to up their production by nine percent and get their product out on the same time. And as of late, it's not entirely feasible with all these...costumed vigilantes cavorting about. So here's what you're going to do. You're going to pull back men from the street corners and concentrate your pushers to a single city block. Limited supply, limited demand. You will cut off your current regulars in this part of town and raise the price of a single purchase by 10 percent. Or I will be back to personally handle things."
Fisk gets back into the escalade, and as they drive off, he turns back behind tinted windows to look upon the faces of Anatoly and Vladimir. What he sees makes him smirk. Anatoly has a look of fear and respect, while Vlad is simply angry beyond belief.
Well, my Wilson Fisk is just starting out, like in the Netflix series.
Interested, particularly as Wilson Fisk or Norman Osborn.
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