But yeah. A Trask in the vein of his appearance in the Ultimate Spider-Man line would be a pretty decent Trump stand in.
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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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...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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<Snipped quote by Lord Wraith>
Mostly because of low sef esteem and constantly second guessing myself. I usualy mask it with sarcasm and a dash of wit, neither of which translate to my online persona.
It's like I'm looking in a freaky mirror.
<Snipped quote by Master Bruce>
Do we want an anti-metahuman or pro-metahuman president, however? We could easily have Trask as a Trump analogue or even Senator Kelly from the X-Men comics as a less analogue-ish yet still scary precedent.
I could definitely see Trask in that role.
I'll see if I can't mock something up later. Be interested to see how Strange's dimensional energies would rank against the more traditional DC magic.
@SepI'll warn you, I'd make a terrible bride.
Anyone laid claim to Stephen Strange yet? I've defaulted back to my first idea.
Anyone laid claim to Stephen Strange yet? I've defaulted back to my first idea.
180+ OOC posts. Might have to play catch up later.
Still having a think where I'll go with this. Almost talked myself into writing a sheet for Shazam.
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I'll see whether I can scramble together some ideas for Doctor Strange over the next couple of days. Had some time free up.
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.
The Law Offices of Nelson and Murdock,
Hell's Kitchen
An odour hangs in the air, like the smoky smell of a candle being burnt from both ends. More likely, it's the broken AC unit. As it lets out a final spurt, Nelson eyes the clock. Seven-thirty.
"You ready to finish up for the night?" Foggy asks, a hand hovering over his keyboard. Matt agrees.
"Yeah," he starts, letting out a sigh of relief. "We've done all we can on this tonight. Lets see what we can turn up tomorrow." There hadn't been a minutes rest for either of them all day - they are both due in court again in two days time. Their client, Martin Peters, was facing a potential charge of first degree assault. A local kid, the two of them had taken it upon themselves to act as his defence. Matt had heard his testimony and he and Foggy knew him well enough to have doubt about the accusations. More importantly, Matt had listened to his heartbeat; he knew he was innocent. Now he just needed to convince a judge and a jury of his peers. The two lawyers spent most of the day working out their statements, while Karen looked into the alleged victim. Peters had claimed that the man, the proprietor of a deli on 35th and 10th, had been attacked prior to his arrival. If word on the street was to be believed, he owed money to the Kitchen Irish. He was in no state to make a statement due to the extent of his injuries. Matt wasn't optimistic he would be able to help shed light on the situation regardless. If he was in that deep, he'd know what would happen if he talked. Still, Matt continued to wonder how he'd be able to see an innocent man put away, even if it would save his own hide.
Matt shuffles some papers back in order while Foggy starts to shut his computer down. A yawn emanates from his side of the office, only to fade away unanswered. Matt moves to Karen's workstation, grabbing his coat and cane, before collapsing her laptop down. He lowers it carefully into an open drawer. She'd had to bail on them earlier. Matt was fine with it but Foggy was still a bit bitter. Where she had to be in such a hurry he would never know.
As the two step off the premises, Foggy starts fumbling with the keys in his pocket, lagging behind.
"Hold on..."
Matt steps around him to get out into the hallway. It is clear as he does this that they were not in fact alone. Matt says nothing, having already caught the sound of her footsteps as she had came down the street. He'd heard the rhythm of her pacemaker as it had been ticking from outside. Foggy turns to see her.
"Mrs Flass?" He asks, startled. Matt makes an effort to appear surprised. "We were actually just... No, it doesn't matter. What's up?" he shrugs. The night would always find something else to throw at them. The woman stays tight lipped, clearly trying to think of what to say. "Is Albert settling in alright?" He refers to the woman's son, a former client of theirs. They'd helped him settle a rental dispute with one of the local slumlords in the Fall. Mrs Flass came in from time to time to let them know how he was doing. Last Tuesday, she had filled them in about the boy's new job with a construction firm. She had been too proud to speak. Her tongue remains tied still, but Matt can tell there's something different. She finally forces a sound out from past the pit in her stomach.
"It's my boy. He's..." Matt hadn't noticed before but she was clearly shaking.
"What's happened?" He stands resolute as Foggy tries to comfort her.
"They've fired him," she blubs, a proud woman close to tears. Miles away from the bubbly woman they had chatted with the week prior. "The contractor said, well, he said that my boy had been taking supplies from work. He would never... I. I don't get it."
"Come on, come on in Mrs F. Let's try and make some sense of this." Foggy assures her, leading her back in to the office. Matt goes to follow in but stops. Something is niggling at him, dragging his attention from the scene. It starts as a sound, but then fades to nothing. He tries to focus on it, finding himself stood blank-faced in the hall.
"Matt, could you grab us some water from the kitchen?" Foggy's voice is in full damage control mode and the tone does serve to shift Matt back into the room. He walks through to the kitchen, past Foggy and the old woman, who had taken a seat at his desk. The lawyer was trying his best to calm her down. Mixed results. Matt turns to the tap. He was fifty-fifty on whether they'd even paid the water bill this week but he carries on. Ever the optimist. He can hear the water slosh against the pipes as he twists the handle. Relief. He stops, picking up more noise. Beyond the running tap, there was something else. Was it coming from outside?
"The money, now!"
"What's that Fogg-" Matt stops. That didn't come from the other room. He starts to catch a whirring sound, like screeching sirens. An alarm? He focuses closer on the noise.
"You heard me! Put the money in the bag. I won't ask you again."
"You really want to push him..."
"I'm going as fast as I can!"
Matt makes out three separate voices. At a push there could be five discernible heartbeats - four calm, collected; another, scattered and loud. He needed to go to work.
"What did you say?" Foggy calls in. Matt walks out.
"I'm so sorry, Mrs Flass, Foggy. I need to go."
Foggy's face grows annoyed, but he quickly twigs that there's something up. He shifts from annoyance to concern.
"Let me know how it goes, for chrissake." Matt's already past the door and out to the street. The rain begins pelting his suit as he turns a corner. Now he was just going to have to change.
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