Brilliant. Will get my fitst contribution up tomorrow.
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And an early Happy Christmas to you.
9 yrs ago
If you like all of the necessary ingredients, pastry and all, why not just make the pie? So many questions.
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9 yrs ago
...How in the heavens do you make soup out of a pie?
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Fireworks are fine and all, but why do they have to be so bright, colourful and loud?
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See, I always pronounced Nutella based on how it was spelt. Noot-telly. Is that wrong?
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Not all villains are villains, they may just be antagonistic to the "heroes"
Or they can be like Cyclops delusional nut jobs who think they are the hero/god's gift to their species. These are my favorite to see fail.
MARVEL KNIGHTS OF NEW YORK
"But go and learn what this means: ‘I desire mercy, not sacrifice.’ For I have not come to call the righteous, but sinners.”
CHARACTER BIO:
Real Name: Matthew Michael Murdock
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Powers, Abilities, and Gear:
Thanks to his training at the hands of Stick, Matt is an exceptionally talented martial artist; by Stick's own reckoning, he ranks as at least a tenth degree black belt in Ninjutsu, although he is also proficient in boxing and Jui-jitsu. His training has also left him an expert acrobat and aerialist, skills heavily utilised on the rooftops of Manhattan.
As a result of the accident that blinded him, Daredevil's other senses were enhanced to the Nth degree, enabling him to see without seeing using a radar sense. The extent to which his senses have been altered and their limits do not substantially differ from that of his 616 counterpart's - he has difficulty differentiating between colours, cannot interpret screens, and sensory overload or deprivation can render his abilities useless.
Daredevil is armed with a custom-built billy club, a multi-purpose tool that can be used as a variety of different weapons and utilities, not limited to but including: two short blunt weapons, a staff and a grappling-hook.
Origin:
Matthew Murdock was born into a low-income, Catholic household, the son of John and Maggie Murdock. His mother ran out on them when Matt was too young to remember her leaving his father, a heavyweight prize-fighter known in the ring as "Battlin' Jack Murdock", to raise him on his own. Unable to see his son fall into the same dire life that he led, he insisted that Matt study hard so that he might one day go to college and get a real job. He was eventually approached by the mob, and a man known as The Fixer, who were willing to pay him to throw his fights. He reluctantly accepted, knowing he would struggle to raise his son without a real income.
When Matt was twelve, he was blinded by radioactive substances after a truck carrying hazardous materials overturned next to him. The chemicals also increased the strength of his other senses. In order to pay for Matt's medical bills, his father began to take on small jobs for the mob. Jack struggled to keep this up, however. When Matt was older, John, realising he was in too deep, tried to pull out of his commitments to the mob. He was told to throw one last fight and he wouldn't hear from them again. Seeing Matt in the crowd, however, he couldn't go through with it - he couldn't let Matt live by his example. He stopped throwing his punches, knocking his opponent out in the second round. After the fight, the mob confronted him. He was murdered in the alley as the two left. Unable to identify the killer, Matt vowed to get justice for his father. Here, the seed was sewn for him to become Daredevil. He was soon moved to an orphanage, where he remained for his formative years.
Not long after his father's death, a grieving Matt Murdock met Stick, a blind ninja master from an ancient order. He helped him to realise the potential of his gifts, possessing a similar radar sense to Matt, and taught him how to see using his other senses. For months, he tirelessly trained Matt in martial arts, eventually abandoning him when he realised he was not the weapon he was looking for. Despite this, Matt continued to train, pushing the limits of his mind and body. It was at this time he decided he would become a lawyer.
It was at Columbia University where Matt studied law, and where he met his future partner, Franklin Nelson. In "Foggy", Matt had a best friend who he bonded with over the seven years they spent at law school, eventually finding employment at Nelson's mother's lawfirm after they both took the bar. After a year, they left to form their own practice, taking up rent of a property in Hell's Kitchen, which became the Law Offices of Nelson and Murdock. They quickly took on a secretary, Karen Page and started to accrue a few low-level cases. They initially struggled to make ends meet, offering pro bono legal services for clients that couldn't afford the justice they deserved.
Unbeknownst to Karen and Foggy, it was at this time that Matt would begin to use his other gifts for good, becoming a vigilante. Armed with his altered senses and martial skills, he started to take the fight to the criminal underbelly of Hell's Kitchen. As time went on, he formed a makeshift costume to protect his identity, and armed himself with weapons of Stick's design. He soon drew the attention of New York's criminal elite, including the Kingpin of Crime himself, Wilson Fisk.
At the time the roleplay begins, Daredevil has been active for around three years. With the help of The Defenders and other heroes, The Kingpin was finally taken into custody, with Nelson and Murdock ensuring that he stayed in jail. The high profile case finally put the struggling lawfirm on the map, attracting a great deal more attention. As Daredevil, Matt has begin to disassemble the remains of Kingpin's criminal empire and continues to protect the Kitchen from those who would do it harm.
STORY INFO:
High Concept: I want to explore Daredevil at a time when everything should be going his way. But while the defeat of the Kingpin has offered the Kitchen a moment of peace, Murdock knows that challengers to Fisk's mantle are inevitable. In his attempts to break up what's left of Kingpin's criminal empire and maintain the fractured peace, he discovers another faction operating in the shadows of Hell's Kitchen with their own designs for New York. Principally, my story will follow The Man Without Fear's investigation into a cadre of criminals using adapted Chi'tauri tech, led by Jonathan Ohnn (The Spot).
Despite the fame that their efforts in prosecuting Wilson Fisk garnered them, the law practice of Nelson and Murdock continues to struggle getting off the ground financially. I will be exploring how this effects the relationship between the two lawyers, as well as Matt's attempts to make ends meet, alongside Foggy's continued knowledge of Matt's other life as Daredevil.
Motivation and Conflict: Daredevil is fueled by his desire for justice, his love of his friends, and his catholic faith. His internal struggle stems from trying to reconcile a life as a vigilante and as an agent of the law. Ultimately, he is determined to see justice done whatever the cost to his body and soul.
Notes:
PLAYER INFO:
Player Name: ErsatzEmperor
Preferred Contact Method: Guild PMs/Discord messages are the best way of reaching me.
Why This Character?: Daredevil is a character very near and dear to my heart and has been for the longest time. He's the best example of a street level hero that I can think of. He's been seeing a lot of love lately and I figured I'd share in that love.
What Can You Bring to the RPG?: A generous helping of self-loathing and mild neurosis, and an eye for detail.
@AndyC Cheers. I'll fly it over to the character tab now. Can't wait to get this started.
Great to see this up. Will be mocking up a proposal for Daredevil shortly.
Crisis
W O L V E R I N E
F E A T U R I N G A L P H A F L I G H T
12th November, 2017
Alpha Flight Headquarters
Toronto, Canada
"James, put the news on..."
James MacDonald Hudson was sat watching the TV as his partner Heather walks in. The headquarters had been unusually quiet and he'd been trying to occupy himself. Smokey and the Bandit blared on the screen. He looks at Heather, scrambling with her keys, phone in hand.
"What's up?"
"News, Mac," she snaps, dropping her keys off on the side as she continues to check her phone. He turns over to CBC.
"--the Department of Damage Control have been on the scene since the fire had been quelled. A reminder to anyone in the area to remain indoors and to allow law enforcement officials to do their jobs." A montage of images of the attack on the UN building shows as the broadcaster goes silent.
"What the hell's happened?" James asks, eyes following the images. Heather rests on the sofa beside him, finger scrolling against her phone screen.
"Assassins stormed the Atlantis-Lemuria talks - King T'Chaka of Wakanda is among the casualties. Can't be sure exactly what's happened - information's coming in from everywhere."
"Jesus." He stops, running a hand across his neck.
"That's not all." She hoists her phone infront of his face. Some of the amateur footage taken.
"What am I looking at?"
Heather zooms the picture in. James could just about make out an orange blur near the wreckage.
"Is that..." The TV changes in his peripheral vision, distracting him, before he can process this new information. The montage stops on the screen and it returns to the roving reporter.
"This is the scene at the UN Headquarters, New York City, where just minutes ago it was learned that Deadpool, Crossbones and Cheshire have been placed under arrest, just some of the high profile mercenaries now being held in police custody following the attack. With me here is Thomas Eiling - he was in the building as the events unfolded." To the reporter's left was a man wrapped in a reflective blanket. He was visibly stirred.
"Thomas, please, tell us what you witnessed." The survivor looks up, the camera zooming in on his face.
"It's all a blur. I remember ducking into the office to get some paperwork - I could hear the gunshots as I started to leave and started to panic. I could hear the explosion and instinctively tried to get shelter under the table. But then the smoke came and I..." He takes a moment to cough. "I was out for God knows how long. I was pulled out by one of the uhh, the heroes. He dropped me off with the emergency services over there." More footage plays, showing a man emerging from the smoke, another, the interviewee, strung across his back. It was unmistakable, with his tan and brown costume, facial horns, the man was Logan.
Hudson's jaw drops a peg as he tries to work out what he's seeing. Almost instinctively he shuts the TV off with the remote. He had specifically warned Wolverine against going stateside - now he was embroiled in this. James was in half a mind to launch the remote.
"That sanctimonious, piece of..."
"I know, James... I..."
"What the hell is he playing at?" James gets up.
"Where are you going?"
"For a drive." He snaps, making towards the door. His car keys stay hanging from their place on the wall as he passes them. He was going to need something a bit more heavy duty. Time to road test the Vindicator.
13th November, 2017
The Poseidon Hotel
New York
That night, Wolverine slept soundly. As unremarkable as this sounds, for the ex-Weapon X, to whom sleep seldom came easily (and never quietly), it was a blessing. Perhaps the stresses of the day had taken their toll, or weighed upon him too heavily to leave those horrors that waited restlessly in his savage dreams a chance to rear their ugly heads; perhaps it was the rough, cattle-grade hotel mattress which took him back to the comfort of the wild times, and beds made from rock and debris, or the harmonies of the clean-up crews and ambulances jetting about outside that kept his active brain preoccupied like flashing sheep. The result was a mutant at peace, with Logan lay lifelessly for much of the night.
The radio shakes him awake as the clock strikes ten and he's brought back to the turmoil. He pauses a moment, eyes ajar, the slick bed covers clinging to his matted fur. He peels them off him with a thrash of his arm, using the momentum to lift his other arm to the off switch of the radio. His first thought is understandable. His eyes skate around the room looking for any liquor. No luck. With a lengthy sniff he confirms it - not a drop in the room he hadn't already helped himself to. He considers going back to sleep but decides against it.
With some more effort he's upright on the bed. He finds his feet and ambles to the en-suite, his gait somewhat slurred by his sleep-drunk brain. He find his leather jacket in a heap on the floor. He pats it down for a few seconds, reaching inside and slipping his hand into the pocket holding his cigar case. He fumbles about and pops the lid off, pulling a chubby Corona Gorda from its housing with little grace. In a second, he's to the end table in the bedroom. There was something there, covering his lighter. A note:
"Use the window. Sprinklers.", read the note, affixed to his zippo. It was scrawled on wet paper that had recently dried. Northstar's handwriting.
He shrugs, releasing the paper from his lighter. He goes over to the window. They were placed in the heart of New York. Logan could see people down on the street level running about the place. No more smoke, from the looks of things. They wouldn't question a little more, he thinks. He unlocks the window and raises it a tad. It only takes a small gap to be made for the winter air to charge through. Logan barely felt it anymore. He leans through and lights up.
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