Enarr

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

Okay, going to leave this here for 24hrs and hope that it does not conflict or otherwise step on any toes.

"Do not be afraid for I bring glad tidings."

Z A U R I E L
Z A U R I E L

^{“Let no weapon formed against me prosper.”}

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 _________________________________________________________ Zauriel / Daniel Hall _________________________________________________________ Guardian Angel | Public Defender | Unaffiliated _________________________________________________________ Los Angeles | California | United States of America C H A R A C T E R N O T E S C H A R A C T E R N O T E S _________________________________________________________ [+] - M Y W R I T I N G H A B I T S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Before I write, I sit down and plan out where my post is going and how it ties into the overarching story I'm working on. I make notes for foreshadowing and callbacks and figure out generally as many details as possible. ◼ I like to be in the driver's seat, or at the very least having input into the story and where it's going and especially how it'll affect my character. ◼ I try to post as regularly as possible and definitely find keeping momentum helps keep both myself and others invested, but sometimes lulls happen and I'll apologize if that does happen. M I S C E L L A N E O U S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ TBD - P O S T C A T A L O G P O S T C A T A L O G _________________________________________________________ [+] - P O S T C A T A L O G ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ S E A S O N O N E ◼ #XX.XX - Title -

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T ________________________________________________________________________________________ Before being banished to a mortal existence on Earth, Zauriel was a Guadian Angel in the service of the omnipotent, omnipresent deity known as the Presnce or the One Above All. As a Guardian Angel, Zauriel was immortal, living past life time after life time and protecting those they were assigned to until their destined time of death. However, this all came to an end when an angel by the name of Asmodeus indicated Zauriel of working with the Deciever against the Prescence. In reality, it was Asmodeus aiding the Deciever in an attempted coup on Heaven, but Zauriel was cast out, and banished to live a mortal life on Earth. Stripped of their immortality, Zauriel was exiled and re-born in the form of a mortal man named Daniel Hall. Leading a fairly regular childhood and growing into a role of a public defender, Daniel remained unaware of his previous existence, until a blinding light stopped him on his way home from work one night... P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) ________________________________________________________________________________________ Having struck out on applying as both Thor and Hawkman, I had to go back to the drawing board. There were shared elements between the two characters, similar powers, fondness for weapons and a long life. Hercules had been suggested to me quite a bit, but I never really jived with Greco-Roman mythology all that much. In my search, I stumbled across Zauriel who hit a lot of the same story beats as the previous two characters while also being obscure enough he doesn't really affect even those he's connected with. O N G O I N G ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ I S S U E # X X TBD <Snipped quote>

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@Lord Wraith

Ironically, he's the most easily understood version of Hawkman that there ever was

CHILDREN OF LEE - THE FIRST GENERATION OF SUPERHEROES

CROSSFIRE

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Pshhhhhhh

Bound up along his waste, practically dripping with pent up energy and begging for a release, Chris got tired of shuffling his flaccid headphones around when he knew that he could enjoy his walk home every bit as much if he just made one quick stop to the dollar store. Right around the corner from Mooncash on Gaiman Way, Chris made the briefest of stops into the joint, finding a path from door to checkout in under two hundred paces, if his count was right. Resentfully eyeballing the cobweb covered cameras, he'd picked up a cheapo usb plug off the shelf and held them in a manner entirely visible to whatever bored worker might be on the other side.

Purchase complete and just dying for the indulgences of his collection of offline Youtube videos that he'd been conveniently able to download thanks to third party front ends on the Apple App Store, he semi-reluctantly stepped into line at the Mooncash next to him. Waiting in line, time was both infinite and meaningless. Every other second, he seemed to find himself in a stare off against the second hand on the wall. All he needed was an excuse to sit in on a stool and plug his phone in. He only needed ten percent of his battery to make it home. That's all he wanted. And he'd need to spend an exorbitant sum for ten ounces of caramel macchiato to make life worth living again.

With the drink in hand, he read the sigils etched in permanent marker along the side of his cup, huffed anticipatorily, took a shallow sip and sat himself at the only visible electrical oasis he could make out.

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

Hey all, just wanted to do a role call for some of the folks I haven't heard from. Would like to ideally have a bit of a headcount to better plan the event and update the roster.

If I didn't tag you, it's either because we've talked in the thread or Discord, or you've otherwise let me know you're in/out.

Just respond in the thread, like the post, whatever floats your fancy to let me know if you're still in. If you're not, you can let me know or ignore this post.:

@Master Bruce
@Bork Lazer
@Enarr
@Roman
@Ever Faithful
@HenryJonesJr
@webboysurf
@natty
@Kyoka
@Cybermaxx
@AndyC
@John Table
@Pirouette
@1Hawkeyes

@Lord Wraith

I'm too busy right now to keep up with this when it's chugging along so I'm just going to pull out. Sorry to block DD for anyone who was otherwise interested

Into the Pines: An American Frontier Horror RPG

I'm down. Cool stuff

CHILDREN OF LEE - THE FIRST GENERATION OF SUPERHEROES

CROSSFIRE

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It was the end of the school day and Chris, pleasantly, had a blank canvas for a weekend. As he worked his way through the halls and out the doors, he kept hearing about how cool Dexter's party was going to be and how great the weekend was. Rumor had it that Mateo had enough beer in his closet to keep the entire student body buzzed for days. Just thinking of everybody mingling over at Chad's place put more fire in his belly. The weekend was going to be great.

His family had made plans to head out of town for Labor Day weekend, excluding him of course. The minister said that, even though he were their son, his parent's should speak to him only as much as necessary, lest they be leavened by the wildfire of his sin. So he was left to his own devices.

York county of Pennsylvania had roughly forty towns and cities to call its own. He could personally list about twenty of them. He knew every officer by name and had shaken hands with most of them.

His father, being the head of the policeman's union, had made arrangements for most of the Leesburg PD to make their way to Sesame Place over the weekend, leaving Satuday night, playing around the place on Sunday, and making the drive back on Monday. With only a skeleton crew of four officers, of the towns total fourteen, holding down the fort, odds were that he could get up to virtually anything he wanted to as long as he had a decent distraction and the wits not to get the Sheriff's Department involved.

Fortunately, dear old Chad would be the perfect distraction for his Sunday shenanigans. With as many kids going to the party as there were, there was practically no way that any less than all four officers on duty would be anywhere else ten minutes after he'd place his tip with the 911 call-taker.

Piercing the school's double doors by the parking lot, he sqinted through the sunlight and made out, past the low battery notification on his phone, that The RING had finished construction and he should "apply now!" for a competitively paying position as a security officer.

The sweat dribbling out of the pores in his fist began to ignite but, dropping his phone, he quenched the kindling flames in his coat pocket before tripping over a bench along beside the sidewalk and crashing into another student. Pulling himself to his feet instantly, he began to babble.

"I'm terribly sorry. I didn't see you there. I got distracted by something I'd seen on Facebook." Lending a hand, he pulled the other student to her feet before reaching down to help her gather her spilt books.

"Ohhh," she wilted, drooping. "I hoped that it wouldn't go so viral. That damned Evelyn always has her nose in everyone's business," the girl said.

"I'm sorry. What are you talking about?" Chris asked.

"The Facebook post?" She asked, cocking her head. "With me kicking the car?"

"Oh. I haven't seen it but I'm sorry to hear that it's bothering you so much," he said, offering her her books.

Taking the stack into her arms, she slid her hand over his on accident before dropping them a second time and shouting. "Aggh! God, you're so hot," and licking the back of her hand, having been burned, before self-consciously correcting "I mean, your hand is.. your skin.. you're temperature is high?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I should've been more careful. That's entirely my bad. Sometimes I overheat when I get frustrated. I dropped my phone a second ago," he said reaching down to pick it up.

Tipping the black screen towards her, he harrassed the power button before discovering that the juice had all spilled out sometime when it was on the concrete.

"I guess the battery died. Just my like. They actually built a prison specifically to hold me. The RING. I don't know if you've heard of it or not."

"No, I haven't," she said. "Why don't you text me a link to it when you recharge your phone, though", she smiled innocently.

"Um, alright. I'd add your contact but the battery's dead."

"That's fine," she said, magicing a pen into her hand and carefully sketching her phone number onto the back of his palm.

"Oh, alright then. When I get home I will absolutely do that. Say, what's your name?"

"Letitia. Letitia Green," she said.

"Cool, I'm Chris--"

"Yeah, Chris Crossfire!" she finished for him.

"Christian. But yeah, I guess you do know who I am."

"Everybody does. You're kinda famous."

Chris wilted.

"Are you going to Chad's party Sunday night?"

"I.. wasn't planning on it, no."

"Oh. I got invited but didn't have anyone to go with. Would you mind going with me?" she asked.

"No--I mean, yeah I would. I'd love to go with you," he said, sabotaging his own plans for the evening.

"Cool. Pick me up at seven. I'll text you the deets later," she said.

And at that, Chris set course for home with a little more pep in his step and more mixed emotions about his three day weekend than he knew what to do with.

CHILDREN OF LEE - THE FIRST GENERATION OF SUPERHEROES

Crossfire

C H R I S

theme

BASIC INFO

Name: Christopher Christian
Age: 18
Year: Senior
Gender: M

APPEARANCE:

Height: 5'8"
Weight: 165 lbs

Skin Color: F8F2ED base tone with FFFADA lowlights and a distinctive spackling of FBFCFA highlights, particularly in this dreadful winter time. His skin tends to swell with a FFFFFFing effect when he gets excited, on account of the blood rising to his epidermis.

Physical Description: He's got a fairly unimposing build. It wouldn't be inaccurate to describe him generally as soft bodied but he's not got much in the way of visible pudge to him. His mop of auburn hair, though somewhat boorish, tends to flop about when he speaks, almost as though it were a drum keeping the beat, as his head bobs left and right. By looking at him, at any given moment, there's a decent chance that you'll see him squinting angrily at nothing in particular, with his teeth tied taut around his tongue.

Clothing: His attire swings from semi-formal button-up style digs to more grungy hoodies and sweatpants, usually in black but often enough in a somber blue or grey. There was a brief period of time, following his incarceration, where he'd wear an orange long sleeve button-up along with orange denim pants as a sort of knowing jest to acknowledge that he's seen as a criminal but the reaction was more than he was looking for and the outfit has since been retired.

Voice: Daffy Duck without the lisp. They share the pulsing cadence and general frustration in their tone.

PERSONALITY:

Character Traits: He's something of a spitfire with a tendency to let his emotions sweep him away. Self-control is something of a weakness and he's lacking in terms of discretion but it's well understood that when Chris is anything but duplicitous. In many ways, it's what he sees as his unfettered integrity that holds him back from being a desirable member of society. He's seen as a nutjob by some and a burnout in the making by others. He's pretty irritated by the fact that there's an entire prison being constructed specifically to incarcerate him specifically.

Bonds: Chris is a Christian but he's extremely dissatisfied with his own church. In fact, it's his desire to imitate the Christ that lead him to speak out with boldness in criticizing the hypocrites he had seen in his company. He's since been excommunicated from his own congregation. On paper, his own parents aren't even allowed to talk to him. They still do when they're in the privacy of their own home.

Activities: He likes to spend his time camping and studying the local wildlife so he can escape the expectations of his family and community. At this point, he actually spends a decent amount of time stalking the invasive population of snow leopards and turning them over to animal control to be exported to zoos across the nation, if not to be released in Mongolia. In a way, it could be said that he's something of an amateur businessman--not that he's told the IRS.

Skills: He's a decent hunter. Not great. The main reason he hasn't been murdered by snow leopards is the fact that he can set himself on fire at a whim. He's very patient and good at standing still for hours, even though he doesn't have much in the way of stamina.

BACKSTORY

Backstory:Eighteen years ago, Chris' mom got irradiated by a space rock thing. Shortly thereafter, he was born. His father was a police lieutenant and his mother was a stay at home mom. He was an only child.

Ten years later, his father is the head of the police labor union in the town of Lee and they're living very comfortably thanks to the union dues paid by every officer on the force. His ma became a Sunday School teacher somewhere in there and little Chrissy is off at Summer Camp, where he made fast friends with a little girl by the name of Adaline, who confided to him that one of the camp counselors had behaved very inappropriately with her. They told some of the staff and nobody did anything about it. For a time, nothing came of it.

One day, it came out that his father had been having an affair so, naturally, he swore up and down that he'd repent. After a couple days on the couch, Mr. Christian found Jesus and, from then on, the family spent every Sunday knackered up in spit-shined shoes and dry-cleaned jackets, in the pews of the Ten Tablets Church of Jesus Christ, where he reconnected with both Adaline and that smarmy bastard who was working as a camp counselor, now amongst the clergy.

As Chris grew older, the magnitude of the wrongness of the man's position became increasingly apparent to him, so he told the pastor, who doubted him and wrote it off as the misremembering of hearsay. So, one fateful Sunday afternoon, thirteen year old Chris Christian went over to have a nice, productive chat with the clergyman to clear matters up when he accidentally lit him the fuck up in a cleansing fire that he didn't know he was capable of producing while he was beating him to a pulp with his fists. This is the very moment that he discovered he had superpowers.

Thirteen year old Chris Christian was sentenced to three years in York County Youth Development Center and, during that time, learned that he had inspired the construction of a new facility specifically built to incarcerate and depower other CLs like him, so they wouldn't be a danger to the general population in adult prisons. While still in the center, he remained parallel to his school curriculum with the aim to reintegrate him as smoothly as possible. He never received letters from his family, though upon his release, he was reaccepted into their home with neither fuss nor fanfare. Rumor has it that his father's position as the head of the policeman's union is one of the only reasons why Chris wasn't tried as an adult.

In the time since, Chris has generally tried to avoid being at school, being at church or being around other institutions where he's subject to other people's judgements longer than necessary. He's disgusted with the moral depravity of people with authority over him and he doesn't really want another assault charge. He's spent his recent days in the Pennsylvania woods stalking snow leopards after school and tranquilizing them with non-lethal darts before arranging to have them relocated in a workflow that probably isn't entirely above board legally but has gone undisturbed nonetheless.

POWERS:

Description: Chris can set himself on fire. Sometimes it happens involuntarily when he gets excited but he's also usually quite capable of bursting into flame on command. He can also produce an incendiary fluid akin to napalm from his hands, which he refers to as his brimstream, and he can adjust its consistency and formulation to a certain extent.

Limitations: He doesn't get to decide if he's going to light something on fire or not, he merely has the ability to strike a match within himself and cast his brimstream. He can spread the brimstream to an aerosol style spray that can project about ten feet in front of him and, on the other hand, he can condense it to the density and weight of a golf ball, where the distance is more or less limited by his actual untrained throwing skill.

Weaknesses: Whether he's aflame or not, he still needs to be able to breathe, so its not in his best interest to light up in enclosed spaces. He is not unusually tough beyond being fireproof and resistant to extreme temperatures, regardless of whether he's alight or not. That said, it'd be pretty easy to kill him by throwing a gas can at him or something to that effect.

SCHOOLING

Favorite Subject: Criminology

Least-Favorite Subject: Religious Ed

Grades: C Student

Embarrassing Moment: For a week after getting out from the Youth Development Center, people kept stuffing his locker with feathers and writing jailbird on all his stuff. This frustrated him so severely that he accidentally started smoking and set off the school's fire alarm.

Other Information:

CHILDREN OF LEE - THE FIRST GENERATION OF SUPERHEROES

Who tf r u @Enarr

@Skai

I'm the thing that goes bump in the night. I'm the reason your parents are having marital issues. I'm your mom's boyfriend. I. Am. Enarr

CHILDREN OF LEE - THE FIRST GENERATION OF SUPERHEROES

Crossfire

C H R I S

theme

BASIC INFO

Name: Christopher Christian
Age: 18
Year: Senior
Gender: M

APPEARANCE:

Height: 5'8"
Weight: 165 lbs

Skin Color: F8F2ED base tone with FFFADA lowlights and a distinctive spackling of FBFCFA highlights, particularly in this dreadful winter time. His skin tends to swell with a FFFFFFing effect when he gets excited, on account of the blood rising to his epidermis.

Physical Description: He's got a fairly unimposing build. It wouldn't be inaccurate to describe him generally as soft bodied but he's not got much in the way of visible pudge to him. His mop of auburn hair, though somewhat boorish, tends to flop about when he speaks, almost as though it were a drum keeping the beat, as his head bobs left and right. By looking at him, at any given moment, there's a decent chance that you'll see him squinting angrily at nothing in particular, with his teeth tied taut around his tongue.

Clothing: His attire swings from semi-formal button-up style digs to more grungy hoodies and sweatpants, usually in black but often enough in a somber blue or grey. There was a brief period of time, following his incarceration, where he'd wear an orange long sleeve button-up along with orange denim pants as a sort of knowing jest to acknowledge that he's seen as a criminal but the reaction was more than he was looking for and the outfit has since been retired.

Voice: Daffy Duck without the lisp. They share the pulsing cadence and general frustration in their tone.

PERSONALITY:

Character Traits: He's something of a spitfire with a tendency to let his emotions sweep him away. Self-control is something of a weakness and he's lacking in terms of discretion but it's well understood that when Chris is anything but duplicitous. In many ways, it's what he sees as his unfettered integrity that holds him back from being a desirable member of society. He's seen as a nutjob by some and a burnout in the making by others. He's pretty irritated by the fact that there's an entire prison being constructed specifically to incarcerate him specifically.

Bonds: Chris is a Christian but he's extremely dissatisfied with his own church. In fact, it's his desire to imitate the Christ that lead him to speak out with boldness in criticizing the hypocrites he had seen in his company. He's since been excommunicated from his own congregation. On paper, his own parents aren't even allowed to talk to him. They still do when they're in the privacy of their own home.

Activities: He likes to spend his time camping and studying the local wildlife so he can escape the expectations of his family and community. At this point, he actually spends a decent amount of time stalking the invasive population of snow leopards and turning them over to animal control to be exported to zoos across the nation, if not to be released in Mongolia. In a way, it could be said that he's something of an amateur businessman--not that he's told the IRS.

Skills: He's a decent hunter. Not great. The main reason he hasn't been murdered by snow leopards is the fact that he can set himself on fire at a whim. He's very patient and good at standing still for hours, even though he doesn't have much in the way of stamina.

BACKSTORY

Backstory:Eighteen years ago, Chris' mom got irradiated by a space rock thing. Shortly thereafter, he was born. His father was a police lieutenant and his mother was a stay at home mom. He was an only child.

Ten years later, his father is the head of the police labor union in the town of Lee and they're living very comfortably thanks to the union dues paid by every officer on the force. His ma became a Sunday School teacher somewhere in there and little Chrissy is off at Summer Camp, where he made fast friends with a little girl by the name of Adaline, who confided to him that one of the camp counselors had behaved very inappropriately with her. They told some of the staff and nobody did anything about it. For a time, nothing came of it.

One day, it came out that his father had been having an affair so, naturally, he swore up and down that he'd repent. After a couple days on the couch, Mr. Christian found Jesus and, from then on, the family spent every Sunday knackered up in spit-shined shoes and dry-cleaned jackets, in the pews of the Ten Tablets Church of Jesus Christ, where he reconnected with both Adaline and that smarmy bastard who was working as a camp counselor, now amongst the clergy.

As Chris grew older, the magnitude of the wrongness of the man's position became increasingly apparent to him, so he told the pastor, who doubted him and wrote it off as the misremembering of hearsay. So, one fateful Sunday afternoon, thirteen year old Chris Christian went over to have a nice, productive chat with the clergyman to clear matters up when he accidentally lit him the fuck up in a cleansing fire that he didn't know he was capable of producing while he was beating him to a pulp with his fists. This is the very moment that he discovered he had superpowers.

Thirteen year old Chris Christian was sentenced to three years in York County Youth Development Center and, during that time, learned that he had inspired the construction of a new facility specifically built to incarcerate and depower other CLs like him, so they wouldn't be a danger to the general population in adult prisons. While still in the center, he remained parallel to his school curriculum with the aim to reintegrate him as smoothly as possible. He never received letters from his family, though upon his release, he was reaccepted into their home with neither fuss nor fanfare. Rumor has it that his father's position as the head of the policeman's union is one of the only reasons why Chris wasn't tried as an adult.

In the time since, Chris has generally tried to avoid being at school, being at church or being around other institutions where he's subject to other people's judgements longer than necessary. He's disgusted with the moral depravity of people with authority over him and he doesn't really want another assault charge. He's spent his recent days in the Pennsylvania woods stalking snow leopards after school and tranquilizing them with non-lethal darts before arranging to have them relocated in a workflow that probably isn't entirely above board legally but has gone undisturbed nonetheless.

POWERS:

Description: Chris can set himself on fire. Sometimes it happens involuntarily when he gets excited but he's also usually quite capable of bursting into flame on command. He can also produce an incendiary fluid akin to napalm from his hands, which he refers to as his brimstream, and he can adjust its consistency and formulation to a certain extent.

Limitations: He doesn't get to decide if he's going to light something on fire or not, he merely has the ability to strike a match within himself and cast his brimstream. He can spread the brimstream to an aerosol style spray that can project about ten feet in front of him and, on the other hand, he can condense it to the density and weight of a golf ball, where the distance is more or less limited by his actual untrained throwing skill.

Weaknesses: Whether he's aflame or not, he still needs to be able to breathe, so its not in his best interest to light up in enclosed spaces. He is not unusually tough beyond being fireproof and resistant to extreme temperatures, regardless of whether he's alight or not. That said, it'd be pretty easy to kill him by throwing a gas can at him or something to that effect.

SCHOOLING

Favorite Subject: Criminology

Least-Favorite Subject: Religious Ed

Grades: C Student

Embarrassing Moment: For a week after getting out from the Youth Development Center, people kept stuffing his locker with feathers and writing jailbird on all his stuff. This frustrated him so severely that he accidentally started smoking and set off the school's fire alarm.

Other Information:

Itiner: Heroes of Ardenfeld

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I can read. Which is why I asked.

@Asura

Ah. Not trying to be an asshole. I just figured it was already there. My bad, yo

EDIT: Specifically I assumed that that meant that you had to ask about each feat