Ezekiel

Worlds Collide: A Merged Universe Superhero Roleplay

Aware not everyone is in the Discord planning group I whacked together a while back so thought it best I comment here as well.

Warbird is shortly going to be tied up for a few posts in various conflicts in Southern Africa. If anyone wants to collab some state side action before then do shout!

Sheets and RP Plans

In Use Comic Game Sheets

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Absolute Comics Zatanna At The Strange Academy Concept

Z A T A N N A Z A T A R A
Z A T A N N A Z A T A R A

^{"I’ve spent my life learning to talk backward. I don’t have time for people who don't talk straight."}

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 _________________________________________________________ Zatanna Zatara _________________________________________________________ 21 | (Italian) American S U P P O R T I N G C A S T S U P P O R T I N G C A S T _________________________________________________________ [+] A L L I E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Doctor Strange - The founder of Strange Academy and the closest thing Zatanna has to a living father figure. He treats Zatanna like a successor but also like a high-yield explosive and increasingly warns against the full use of her power. As the story continues and the darker side of the Academy’s mission is revealed Zatanna will eventually uncover that he is actually Strange Supreme, seeking to harness the magic of this reality to save his own. ◼ Khalid Nassour - Unlike the mainline version where the Helmet of Fate is a chaotic burden, here the Helmet of Nabu is a Legacy Asset owned by the Academy. Khalid is the star pupil of the theology department, groomed to be the Academy's ultimate arbiter. Khalid is the perfect "Company Man." He believes the Academy’s containment is the only thing preventing a second Dark Age. He is Zatanna’s closest friend, but also the person most likely to catch her in a lie. He doesn't realize that the Helmet is slowly overwriting his personality to suit the Academy's needs. ◼ Magik (Illyana Rasputin) - A recent addition to the student body despite being of similar age to Zatanna and Khalid, having 'escaped' from the realm of Limbo only to be 'recruited' by the Academy. A ‘bad influence’ on Zatanna that encourages rebellion while also being an increasingly important part of the Academy’s hero response. ◼ The Runaways - The Academy detects "pockets of anomalous energy" in a low-income urban area. These are children whose powers have manifested naturally outside the Academy’s controlled bloodlines. An early arc rescue target for Zatanna who will become more ongoing younger students for her to help. A N T A G O N I S T S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Hellion (Julian Keller) - Coming from a wealthy family with even greater arcane connections, Julian represents the students who view magic as a birthright of power. He is the leader of a clique that bullies those with "lesser" or "messy" powers. A foil to Zatanna’s similarly privileged background. ◼ Mister Misery - An entity which serves as the Head of Security, Groundskeeper and ultimate weapon of the Academy. A demntor-esque foe for the more rebellious members of the Academy to deal with. Initially the antagonist of the more lighthearted student drama of the Academy, the full power of the being will eventually be a true threat to Zatanna should she rebel too fiercely. ◼ The Cult of the Empty Hand - The bad guys of the Academy's mission, servants of the Otherkind. The aim of this dark organisation is to undo any restraints on magical power, certainly at the expense of civilisation. O T H E R ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ John Constantine - Influence from outside the academy. If he is not played I will NPC him at a later date. - P O S T C A T A L O G U E P O S T C A T A L O G U E _________________________________________________________ XX - Post Name -

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 ___________________________________________________________________________________ Originally I was planning a concept that would adapt Mutants and the Xavier Institute, but I thought an idea that blended aspects of Marvel and DC together would be a more interesting combined reality project. In this, Zatanna Zatara is the star student of Strange Academy, within which she has spent most of her life following the early deaths of her parents. As well as connecting the magical worlds of both Marvel and DC, this in part also amalgamates her mainline and absolute backgrounds. She was still very much a child of privilege and prosperity, but lost her family early and is still hunted by the forces that brought an end to her father. At the start of the game Zatanna is in the position of considering what a life separate from the Academy will be for her, even as she has become a mentor and support for more recent additions to the magical society. The Academy, as is typical of such organisations in comics, is a combined educational, containment and preservation organisation. The majority of its inhabitants may be there for their own learning and safety, but some, such as Zatanna, are expecting to act on the world, to put their magical arts to heroic use. Although she may be one of the most prominent members of the Academy student body, she has begun to feel considerable doubts about the organisation and her own role, whether the level of containment and coercion are really just even with the dangers that magic can create. Her curiosity and ambition have often been encouraged within the Academy, but now they are starting to outstrip the boundaries set for her in a way that could lead to greater self discovery, or self destruction. P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) __________________________________________________________________________________ With the initial goal of a concept that links Marvel and DCs magical worlds together for the purpose of the RP, the prominent story of Zatanna will combine elements of Dark Academia Slice of Life with Superhero action. As this was adapted from an initial idea I had, this pulls inspiration from the X-men / Xavier in the educational facility for those with gifts they often can’t control, with the added element of finding and preserving magical locations/artifacts on top of just the students themselves. Ultimately, Zatanna’s misgivings won’t just be a question of personal growth and ‘what to I do beyond this’ but also a building suspicion that things are not quite right at Strange Academy, that the hoarding of magical learning, power and artifacts is not entirely a positive and whether this is an accidental danger of so conservative an approach or a deliberate nefarious effort. She will have to question the people who have raised her, deconstructing how much of her world view could be indoctrination and what is good sense, and whether they have been strangling her potential to both do good and find her true self. This is when the concept turns from a somewhat more lighthearted Academia/hero story to one toying with conspiracy and potential dystopia. I am hoping this will both be an interesting concept to write/read, but also open up a lot of interaction with other characters.

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Absolute Comics Invincible Concept

A B S O L U T E ( L Y ):

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I N V I N C I B L E
I N V I N C I B L E

^{"You, Dad. I'd still have you."}

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 _________________________________________________________ Mark Jonathon Grayson _________________________________________________________ 19 | American / Half-Viltrumite S U P P O R T I N G C A S T S U P P O R T I N G C A S T _________________________________________________________ Supporting Cast A L L I E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Nolan Grayson / Omni-Man — Father, mentor, and the secret Mark doesn't yet know to look for. ◼ Debbie Grayson — Mother, force of nature in her own right despite the lack of powers ◼ Atom Eve — Closest peer among the Titans; their dynamic is honest in a way most of his relationships aren't. ◼ Starfire, Cyborg, Monster Girl, Aqualad, Beastboy — The Titans roster; allies by proximity and shared work, not yet by formal commitment. ◼ Cecil Stedman (Wider Game NPC) — GDA Director; pays the bills for the Titans and keeps a close eye on Mark. The relationship is useful and uncomfortable in equal measure. ◼ Art Rosenbaum — Costume designer and one of the few older figures Mark genuinely trusts outside of his parents A N T A G O N I S T S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Omni-Man — Latent. Mark does not yet know. ◼ The Viltrumites — The big bad shadow on the wall. ◼ The Mauler Twins — Recurring antagonists. ◼ Hardline (The artist formally known as Titan) / Machinehead / Brother Blood — Emerging threat. ◼ Cecil Stedman (Wider Game NPC) — Potential antagonist depending on the choices Mark makes going forward. - P O S T C A T A L O G U E P O S T C A T A L O G U E _________________________________________________________ 01 - TBD-

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 ___________________________________________________________________________________ For a long time I've been pondering how to adapt an Invincible concept to these games while also maintaining the DC/Marvel focus they tend to have. Right now seems like a pretty good time to attempt this balance given the more varied concepts this game as well as the nice gaps people have left with their concepts I can fill in. With many of Kirkman's concepts being 'how he would do x hero team' I felt replacing the Teen Team with the actual Teen Titans (or just Titans in this case) worked well, with a combination of their Invincible comic characters and Titans team members. Mark Grayson grew up knowing his father was one the most powerful hero on the planet, and for a long time that felt like a gift. Then his own powers emerged and the gift came with weight: expectations, comparisons, and a world already full of legends. He has been Invincible for a few years now — long enough to have earned his name and the attention of the GDA, not long enough to feel certain about any of it. Mark Grayson is nineteen, about to start college, and increasingly aware that more established heroes, most notably the Titans, seem to have already figured out things he hasn't. He hasn't committed to the them, or indeed any other formal institution; he tells himself it's about freedom, but some of it is about not wanting to be seen as a sidekick to his own era. His Viltrumite heritage is, to him, simply the reason his dad is strong and he is too. He has no knowledge of the Viltrum Empire, no sense of the ancient divergence from the ancient proto-Kryptonian spacefaring civilisation, and no idea that his father is anything other than the hero he presents as. That unknowing is the quiet fault line running under everything. The story is about what happens when the ground starts to shift. P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) __________________________________________________________________________________ The immediate arc centres on Mark beginning university while navigating an increasingly complex heroic landscape. The GDA's sponsorship of the Titans puts him in proximity to Cecil Stedman — a man whose methods he already finds uncomfortable. The Titans themselves represent a kind of peer pressure: join, contribute, commit. Mark wants to do things his way, which is half principle and half the fact that he genuinely doesn't know what his way is yet. As Kryptonians exist in this setting I think the best way to merge the existence of Kypton and Viltrum to an extent. Viltrum was an off shoot of the ancient Kryptonian spacefaring society (in the vein of Last Days of Krypton) before they self-isolated themselves, and have developed significantly differently in the time apart. They would not have been aware of each other due to the vast span of time involved and efforts by both to eradicate complicated history. I am more than happy to change this based on feedback from relevant parties but it seemed a reasonable mystery I could eventually explore. The shadow of Omni-Man underlies everything. Nolan is managing his own crisis of faith alongside a calculated patience, and Mark is the unwitting variable in both. The goal is not to rush that revelation but to seed it — through Mark's growing discomfort with his father's certainty, through encounters that Nolan handles in ways that don't quite add up. This is notably later than this occurs in the show or comics, as I would like to tell that story without making it an established part of the game's lore, as well as the presence of something of the big hitters of DC and Marvel provide a fairly compelling reason for Nolan to delay any attempts he has to co-opt his son into his grand schemes

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Ikret, Winged Celebrity: A Dispatch Universe Concept

I K R E T
I K R E T

^{"Nadia Khalil"
"I have lived a thousand lives. Thank the Gods this one has WiFi."}

P E R S O N A L D E T A I L S P E R S O N A L D E T A I L S _________________________________________________________ Age: 22 _________________________________________________________ Role at SDN: Phoenix Program A P P E A R A N C E A P P E A R A N C E _________________________________________________________ Nadia Khalil is tall and striking, with warm olive skin, dark teal eyes and an aquiline bone structure that is only partly blunted by the roundness of her full cheeks and lips. Her hair is naturally a warm brown, although she often dyes it a variety of colours. Mostly recently she has kept it black. She keeps her hair long, usually worn loose or in elaborate styles that do little to obscure its length. She has an curvaceous hourglass figure, the softer kind born of good living and kind genetics as opposed to any great degree of training or discipline. She dresses well, as would be expected for someone who loves the limelight. Most stringly of all, of course, are her wings. Two large feathered wings flair out from her lower back. While she can fold them quite efficiently, at full extent she has a wingspan a little over twice her height. These wings, seemingly in build akin to that of a Falcon, are made of white feathers with golden accents. It is not usually possible for her to hide or dismiss her wings in anyway. L I K E S & D I S L I K E S L I K E S & D I S L I K E S _________________________________________________________ Likes: - A well-composed photograph - Room service in expensive hotels - Gold, in most of its applications Dislikes: - Being told what to do by people she considers her inferiors, which is most people - The Phoenix Program's insistence on an actual schedule of her time. - The gap between what she remembers being capable of in past lives and what she can currently do - Sincerity, which she finds exhausting in others and unsettling in herself Q U I R K S Q U I R K S _________________________________________________________ - Occasionally speaks in a language that is not quite any modern language when startled or in pain — fragments of something old - She sometimes recognizes people (particularly those with extended lifespans on account of their abilities) she has never met in this life, and has learned to keep this off her face. S T A T S P E C I A L I S A T I O N S S T A T S P E C I A L I S A T I O N S _________________________________________________________ Combat: 2 Vigor: 4 Mobility: 5 Charisma: 4 Intellect: 1

B A C K G R O U N D B A C K G R O U N D ________________________________________________________________________________________ Nadia was born in Chicago to second-generation Egyptian-American parents, neither of whom had any particular interest in mythology or ancient history beyond the occasional family holiday to visit relatives. She grew up entirely ordinarily until she was sixteen, at which point she woke up one morning with a pair of enormous falcon wings folded against her back, a strength that bent the frame of her bedroom door, and the first of what would become an increasingly detailed series of memories that were not her own. The transition from normal teenager to divine reincarnation was, by her own account, less traumatic than you might expect. Nadia has always been good at adapting to situations that benefit her. The memories came slowly over the following months, fragments at first, then longer sequences, then whole lifetimes. Battlefields. Temples. Other bodies, other faces, all of them hers. She is the latest in an unbroken cycle of reincarnations tied to Horus, the sky god, each life beginning without knowledge of the last until the powers awaken and the past returns. She is not entirely sure what the cycle is for or what it is building toward. She has not, if she is honest, spent a great deal of time worrying about it. The memories are useful context. The powers are more immediately interesting. If the distant dreams of a God's favoured priestess being granted divine power and endless life as a means to escape her untimely end are even true, they matter little to her in there here and now. What she did with those powers in the years between sixteen and twenty-two is where the story gets complicated. She launched a social media presence almost immediately, initially as a hero , genuinely stopping crimes, genuinely helping people, but always with a camera angle in mind. The content performed extraordinarily well. Brand deals followed. Merchandise. Paid appearances. Then, gradually, something shifted. The heroics became content, and the content became a business, and the business had operating costs that a legitimate SDN-registered hero's stipend did not cover. She began taking private contracts; corporate security, personal protection for clients who wanted the novelty of a genuine superhero on retainer. She treated fans as little better than servants. Eventually this caught up with her in an armed confrontation that resulted in a deal. The choice of joining the Phoenix Program or ending up in a whole different level of trouble. She arrived at the Phoenix Program with the energy of someone attending a moderately inconvenient appointment. She is cooperative, technically compliant, and has absolutely no intention of letting this experience change her in any meaningful way. She is also, underneath the performance of mild contrition, considerably more complicated than she presents, three thousand years of accumulated lives have a way of leaving marks, even on someone doing their best not to examine them too closely. Hero Details - H E R O A P P E A R A N C E H E R O A P P E A R A N C E ________________________________________________________________________________________ In costume she wears a sleek white bodysuit, with detailing in teal, fold and red. Her mask is a tinted visor with a trim that has an avian styling. For some time she carried a variety of often ceremonial looking weapons but out of concerns for a risk she might disembowel somwone, under the Phoenix program she relies on her enhanced strength and speed alone. P O W E R S P O W E R S ________________________________________________________________________________________ Nadia's wings grant her powerful sustained flight at considerable speed, with the aerial instincts of someone who has spent multiple lifetimes in the sky. Her divine blessing grants her enhanced strength and durability well beyond the human baseline — she hits hard, takes hits well, and heals faster than she should. These physical gifts are tied directly to her connection to her past lives and whatever is the true source of her power, and have grown stronger as her memories of past lives have returned, suggesting the cycle is cumulative in some way she has not fully mapped yet. -

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Worlds Collide: Time Displaced X-Men Concept

T H E T I M E - D I S P L A C E D X - M E N
T H E T I M E - D I S P L A C E D X - M E N

^{"The past has a way of catching up with you. We just did it faster than most."}

P O R T R A I T 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 _________________________________________________________ Scott Christopher Summers Cyclops _________________________________________________________ Jean Elaine Grey Marvel Girl _________________________________________________________ Henry Philip McCoy Beast _________________________________________________________ Warren Kenneth Worthington III Angel _________________________________________________________ Robert Louis Drake Iceman _________________________________________________________

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 _________________________________________________________ [+] - S C O T T S U M M E R S A B I L I T I E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ OPTIC BLASTS Scott's eyes emit powerful concussive beams of ruby-coloured force. This is an involuntary ability, his eyes produce the beams constantly and cannot be switched off through conscious effort, a consequence of neurological damage that prevents his brain from naturally processing and absorbing the energy. The beams are not heat-based but purely concussive, and Scott has developed precise control over their width, intensity and focus despite their involuntary nature. - ◼ ENHANCED PHYSIOLOGY Scott's mutation grants him a degree of physical resilience beyond a standard human baseline, allowing him to withstand the physical strain of channelling his optic blasts without lasting damage to himself. - T O O L (S) ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ RUBY QUARTZ VISOR The only reliable means of containing Scott's optic blasts. The visor is fitted with ruby quartz lenses that absorb the energy his eyes constantly produce, releasing it in a controlled beam only when the trigger is engaged. Without it Scott keeps his eyes shut to prevent uncontrolled discharge. - J E A N G R E Y A B I L I T I E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ TELEPATHY Jean possesses the ability to read, project into, and influence the minds of others. This power was suppressed by Professor Xavier during her early development and has only recently become active, meaning she is still learning to filter and direct it. At present she experiences the thoughts of those around her as an overwhelming and near-constant noise, though her raw potential in this area is considered extraordinary even among other telepaths. - ◼ TELEKINESIS Jean can move and manipulate objects and people with the force of her mind. This ability is combat-ready and precise at smaller scales, though at its upper limits it becomes harder to contain and direct. At the peak of her demonstrated ability she has produced a fusion of her telepathy and telekinesis simultaneously, projecting psychic force in ways that go beyond either discipline in isolation. - H A N K M C C O Y A B I L I T I E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ SUPERHUMAN PHYSIQUE Hank's mutation grants him strength, agility and reflexes considerably beyond a standard human baseline. At this stage of his development his body still appears broadly human in proportion, but his physical capabilities in close quarters are substantial, with his agility and coordination in particular being exceptional. - W A R R E N W O R T H I N G T O N I I I A B I L I T I E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ WINGED FLIGHT Warren's mutation produced a large pair of feathered wings capable of sustaining flight at significant speed and altitude. His physiology is adapted to support this, with a lightweight but durable bone structure and enhanced eyesight suited to aerial navigation. The wings are strong enough to be used offensively in close combat as well as for travel, and Warren has developed considerable skill in using them tactically in both capacities. - T O O L (S) ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ BOW Warren carries a bow as a ranged combat option, allowing him to engage targets from altitude in situations where his wings alone are insufficient. - B O B B Y D R A K E A B I L I T I E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ CRYOKINESIS Bobby has comprehensive control over ice and temperature, capable of generating and shaping ice in virtually any form he can conceive of. He can lower the ambient temperature of his immediate environment, encase objects or opponents in ice, and construct structures of considerable size and complexity. The theoretical ceiling of this ability places him in a rare category of mutant whose power at its maximum is genuinely difficult to quantify or contain. - ◼ ICE ARMOUR Bobby can coat himself in a shell of solid ice that serves as both armour and a means of physical augmentation, enhancing his strength and durability in direct confrontations while protecting him from damage. - ◼ MOISTURE MANIPULATION Beyond generating ice directly Bobby can manipulate the moisture already present in the air around him, flash-freezing it to create constructs, projectiles or a surface he can travel across at speed. -

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 C O T T S U M M E R S S K I L L (S) ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ TACTICAL LEADERSHIP Scott has demonstrated a natural aptitude for battlefield command from an early age, able to assess threats rapidly, coordinate team members and adapt strategy under pressure. Even among more experienced fighters he is instinctively deferred to as a field leader. - ◼ COMBAT TRAINING Trained extensively in hand-to-hand combat and in the tactical application of his optic blasts, Scott is a capable and disciplined fighter even when separated from his visor. - T A L E N T (S) ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ SPATIAL AWARENESS Scott possesses an innate and exceptional ability to read the geometry of a space, tracking multiple moving targets and calculating angles and trajectories with instinctive accuracy. This gift underpins both his tactical thinking and his precise control over his blasts. - J E A N G R E Y S K I L L (S) ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ COMBAT APPLICATION OF POWERS Though her abilities are still developing, Jean has trained in applying both her telepathy and telekinesis in live combat situations, learning to use each to complement the other under pressure. - T A L E N T (S) ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ INNATE PSYCHIC SENSITIVITY Even before her telepathy fully manifested, Jean possessed a natural attunement to the emotional states of those around her, an instinctive empathy that now feeds directly into her developing telepathic range and nuance. - ◼ FORCE OF WILL Jean's ability to push through psychic strain and external mental pressure, even when her powers are unstable or being actively suppressed, points to an exceptional degree of mental resilience that appears to be intrinsic rather than trained. - H A N K M C C O Y S K I L L (S) ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ SCIENTIFIC INTELLECT Hank possesses one of the most formidable scientific minds on the planet, with expertise spanning biology, genetics, physics and engineering. He applies this intellect with a methodical rigour that makes him as dangerous in a laboratory as he is in the field. - ◼ ARCANE STUDY Alongside his scientific disciplines Hank has developed a working practical knowledge of magic, studying arcane principles and incantation with the same systematic approach he applies to his science. His ability to combine these two disciplines gives him a problem-solving range that is genuinely unusual. - ◼ HAND-TO-HAND COMBAT Trained in close quarters fighting, Hank is capable of using his enhanced physique to considerable effect in direct physical confrontations. - T A L E N T (S) ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ POLYMATH APTITUDE Hank's ability to absorb, retain and synthesise information across multiple unrelated disciplines simultaneously appears to go beyond what trained study alone could account for, suggesting a natural cognitive gift that underpins all of his intellectual pursuits. - W A R R E N W O R T H I N G T O N I I I S K I L L (S) ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ AERIAL COMBAT Warren has trained extensively in fighting from the air, using his speed, elevation and manoeuvrability as strategic advantages. He is equally comfortable engaging opponents in the air or diving into ground-level confrontations. - ◼ HAND-TO-HAND COMBAT Beyond his wings Warren is a capable and practiced physical fighter, trained in close quarters combat that makes use of his enhanced physique. - T A L E N T (S) ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ NATURAL ATHLETICISM Even setting aside his mutation Warren possesses a level of physical coordination, spatial awareness in three dimensions and instinctive grace in motion that marks him as naturally gifted well beyond the human norm. - B O B B Y D R A K E S K I L L (S) ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ COMBAT APPLICATION OF POWERS Bobby has trained in applying his abilities offensively and defensively in live combat, developing a practical and increasingly inventive approach to using his cryokinesis in situations that require rapid adaptation. - T A L E N T (S) ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ INTUITIVE CREATIVITY Bobby's approach to his powers is notably instinctive rather than methodical, generating novel applications and constructs in the moment rather than through prior planning. This natural inventiveness gives his fighting style an unpredictability that more rigidly trained opponents struggle to anticipate. -

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...

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The original five X-Men, Scott Summers, Jean Grey, Hank McCoy, Warren Worthington and Bobby Drake, from the earliest days of the Xavier Institute have found themselves in a time not their own. The five oldest students of the Xavier Institute were not brought forward in time. They were taken.

The signal that tore them from their own era bore no resemblance to anything in Charles Xavier's laboratory. It came without warning, without consent, and without the careful theoretical scaffolding that underpins sanctioned time displacement. One moment they were where they belonged. The next they were not, arriving in a present that greeted them not with confusion or cautious welcome but with immediate and overwhelming violence.

Their captor was a machine that called itself Nimrod, a sentinel intelligence originating from a dimension in which the merger of human consciousness and artificial dominion was on the verge of completion, prevented only by the continued efforts of the few lingering mutants and their ability to wield the Phoenix Force and reform time itself with the many deaths of Moira. Nimrod had studied the timelines with the patience of something that did not experience time the way its targets did, and it had reached a precise and clinical conclusion: that the five were more dangerous in potential than most were in fact. That the most efficient solution was to remove them before that potential could be realised. Thus, the X-Men of days past have been pulled forwards into this, largely irrelevant (by Nimrod's opinion) time and dimension to be dealt with swiftly.

P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S )
P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S )

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Quite simply I have wanted to write the Timelost X-Men for some time and the opportunity has never really arisen. With current players being up for it I'd like to dive into a rewrite of their origin. This focuses on my favourite aspects of the Orchis plotline, that of the eventual conversion of humanity by the sentinels themselves into Posthumans, with the end goal of joining with the Dominion. As with many things, by seeking to use time to prevent one of the final roadblocks, Nimrod will create the means of their own defeat as is often the case with comic time travel stories.

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Worlds Collide: Carol Danvers: Teenage Warbird

W A R B I R D
W A R B I R D

^{"Higher, Further, Faster, Baby!"}

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 _________________________________________________________ Carol Susan Jane Danvers / Car'Ell _________________________________________________________ 18 | Single _________________________________________________________ The US Government | United States of America 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 I E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Enhanced Physiology Carol Danvers' body was genetically reconstructed by Mar'vell to become an ideal blend of Kree and human DNA. Even when her extraordinary powers are inaccessible, her physical condition and abilities far surpass those of a typical human. She demonstrates remarkable strength and endurance, which can be enhanced further by absorbing external energy. ◼ Energy Absorption and Manipulation After undergoing experiments by Mar'vell, Carol Danvers developed the ability to absorb and manipulate different forms of energy, including light, heat, radiation, and gravity. She has the capacity to control, absorb, and discharge external energies at will. Her body can harness these energies to temporarily boost her physical capabilities—for example, amplifying her strength and energy blasts to the magnitude of a nuclear explosion. This aspect of her power is the source of her most iconic abilities, such as her photon blasts and flight. Given enough power she can eventually form an almost infinite energy loop in Binary form, however this has yet to occur. - T O O L (S) ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ None While Carol likely has access to much in the way of tools and technology, she does not widely use such in her role as Warbird - 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) ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Combatent Mar'vell began training Carol in Kree martial arts as a part of their early project work, and since the sucess of her merger with the Nega-Bands and being revealed to the US government she has since undergone further hand-to-hand training with a variety of military experts. ◼ Pilot Even before meeting Mar'vell, Carol had begun to take part in early cadet training to with an eye on the Air Force, as one of the activities she had shared with her eldest brother as he was training to be a pilot. Part of her training with Mar'vell included further such lessons based on Kree technology. ◼ Linguist Beginning first with her time abroad due to her father's various international postings, Carol has always had a keen interest in languages. She is fluent in Spanish and French, and has begun to study Mandarin and Russian as electives, the latter pair of which has only been encouraged since her training with the military began. - T A L E N T (S) ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Athletic Carol has always been naturally capable at sports and other physical activities, which in retrospect may have resulted from the earliest signs of her mixed heritage. -

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... ________________________________________________________________________________________ The life of Carol Danvers has not been easy. Early in her life she and her two older brothers would consistently move around following the military career of her father, Joe Danvers, any stresses of such lost on Carol at such a young age. However, her father was honourably discharged following an injury that largely cost him the use of his right leg. Joe had never been a particularly warm or attentive father, but he further adapted to civilian life poorly, even if the worst of his harsh expectations fell upon his two older, and male, children. While her older brothers had known their mother, Carol never did, having gone missing shortly after Carol’s birth, a relationship she certainly felt the absence of keenly. Early in her time in education, now settled in Boston, Carol became something of an outcast, teased for her devastating home situation, She made few friends, which, combined with the lack of affection, or even basic recognition, from her father, only further compounded her isolation. While she had a single good friend, her main solace was her brothers, who, being substantially older than Carol, would soon be out of the day-to-day picture. This would prove to be even more total than expected, for pushed by their father’s demanding standards and his own expectations, both joined the US Army, careers that were well regarded if tragically short-lived, as both would perish in separate, but simultaneous, Middle Eastern conflicts. Any grasp Joe Danvers had on a sense of family died along with them. With no sense of family at home, Carol took it upon herself to never be the butt of jokes again among her peers. She shed the small number of true, but equally outcast, friends and instead dominated her social circles. If she couldn’t hold people’s affection, she could hold their respect. Athletic abilities she had honed in sports she had enjoyed were turned on climbing the 'ranks' of highschool cheerleading, and a burgeoning charisma went from brief forays in stage and drama work to holding the attention of her peers. As she neared the end of her High School education, after several years of the 'new and improved' Carol Danvers, her abilities began to manifest. Relatively minor changes to her strength, speed and durability soon became increasingly extreme. Her own experimentation with such no doubt revealed her changing nature to an observant watcher. She was approached by Dr Walter Lawson, a research specialist for the US Air Force, at first under the guise of seeking to recruit a promising candidate, and then more truthfully, as Mar-Vell, exile of the Kree. He revealed to Carol that her mother's true name had been Mari-Ell, a fellow fugitive from the Kree Empire, and assistant to the Doctor in his research on Earth. The pair had initially come to Earth on a mission from the Empire, deliberately seeking to splice human and Kree DNA, before eventually defecting to their new home, trading secrets of interstellar intelligence and technology for the US government in exchange for acceptance. The loss of Mari-Ell, for even the Doctor knew not what had happened to her, had been a great harm to his project, but now with her daughter, he could proceed. Carol was not particularly inclined to assist for the Doctor's own sake, but instead out of a desire for a connection she had lost in any other aspect of life, as well as the suggestion the work could further enhance her abilities. Indeed, the introduction of the ancient Nega-bands to Carol not only destroyed the Kree relic, but supercharged her abilities above and beyond those of even the most powerful of the genetically engineered Kree warriors. As part of Mar-Vell's arrangement with the US government, the success of the project was reported. Carol has taken on the alias of Warbird, and begun to use her powers in the role of a hero, but one that ultimately reports in to the often mysterious leadership of the Pentagon. P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) ________________________________________________________________________________________ One of the more interesting recent villains that Carol Danvers has faced in the main marvel canon is Star, a woman of similar power level to Carol with an equally (if not more so) troubled background but without the structure of military training to discipline her and instead highly connected to the darker elements of the US military/industrial complex. I thought it would be interesting to take this concept and apply it to Carol herself, with her powers manifesting earlier in her life. Ultimately there is still a good person within Carol who feels a call to use her powers for good, but it is more directly in conflict with her childhood trauma of neglect and loneliness, as well as the trials and tribulations of later high school/early college life.

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I couldn't possibly comment.

I definitely haven't already forced a Whiplash joke into my Omni-man scene.

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Sep's health journey in ruins.

Damn you Skynet.

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Invincibubble post one with Questing Beast arrival included.

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^{Volume One}

The early morning bustle of Downtown was interrupted by a sudden shriek. A woman bypassed the bank's revolving doors by clearing the front window entirely, her body skipping off a sedan's hood before settling in the asphalt. Behind her, three men stepped over the jagged frame. The largest reached out, fingers sinking into the masonry like it was wet clay, and peeled a slab of the facade away. To his left, the ATMs groaned. The bolts shrieked as they sheared off, the heavy metal casings swinging toward the second man's open palms. Sunlight hit the third, and the air hummed. Blue arcs leaped from his knuckles to the nearest lamppost, the current snapping with the sound of a whip. For all their powers, none of them had time to react to the sudden blur of blue and yellow. Mark hit the large one from the east. The impact shoved the man back, his spine meeting the stone with a crack that echoed off the surrounding storefronts. An elbow slammed into Mark's ribs—a dull, heavy thud that stole his breath. He shifted his weight, hooked a hand under the man's bicep, and drove him downward. The road buckled under the man's face. The air grew ozone-thick as the electrical one pivoted. An ATM, redirected mid-flight, caught Mark in the forearm. The force spun him thirty feet back, his boots skidding across the grit before he found his purchase. He looked up as a blur of grey and red intercepted the sparks. Nolan absorbed the arc across his chest, the light blinding for a heartbeat, before he clamped a hand around the man's wrist. They hit a lamppost together. The steel pole folded. A fist caught Nolan's jaw, snapping his head to the side, but his grip remained. He forced the man into the pavement, the struggle dying under the weight of a single hand. Mark closed the gap on the woman. Her eyes darted, her focus fracturing, and the levitating ATMs crashed into the street. She caught Mark's throat, her fingers digging into the muscle. He gripped her forearm, twisted until the pressure gave, and pinned her. It was a careful balance knowing when surrender had finally been achieved, something his father had spent a good deal of time trying to teach him. Usually he preferred to have an officer on hand with cuffs right away, it took some of the dangerous guesswork out of it for him. Nolan stood over the lightning man, barely showing any sign of the brief physical confrontation. He didn't look down at the man beneath his boot; he looked at the bank. "There's another, inside, I have these." Nolan's voice came through in the controlled timbre he used in public as 'Omni-Man.' Those few of Mark's friends who knew exactly who he and his father were had commented they could barely tell the difference to his private self, but to Mark it was night and day. Inside, the tellers were prone, faces pressed to the carpet. The fourth intruder tossed a teller aside as he clocked Mark's speeding form rushing towards him. The human projectile was enough to slow him down, carefully checking his pace before they could strike him like a bug on a windshield. By the time Mark had set the teller aside, the attacker was on him. His first punch sent Mark through the customer service desk, the wood splintering into a cloud of laminate and dust. Mark scrambled up, shaking plaster from his hair. The man lunged again, moving with a velocity that blurred the edges of the room. Mark retreated toward the structural columns, drawing the man into the narrow space. As the intruder committed to a wide swing, Mark stepped into the arc. He caught the arm, wrenched it upward, and slammed the man's forehead into the marble. Nolan was already standing with a police sergeant at the cordon as Mark helped the would-be hostages out of the ruin of the bank face. The three from the sidewalk were handcuffed and slumped against the cop cars. The block began to breathe again, the distance between the crowd and the craters narrowing, the glow of phone screens reflecting in the broken glass. A car alarm continued its rhythmic piercing wail, ignored by everyone. Mark handed the woman off to the paramedics. He rotated his arm, feeling the joint pop at the slight resistance of displaced sinew. The ache subsided into a dull throb. Nolan appeared at his shoulder, his gaze sweeping over the cratered road and the ruined ATMs. "Shoulder?" "Fine." Nolan nodded once, the movement sharp and brief. "I'm glad to see college hasn't completely set you back." Most would probably just hear admonishment, but Mark could hear the teasing joke in the tone, through the authoritative voice of Omni-Man. "Don't worry, I've been keeping up on my homework." In this case he meant of the hero variety, he was definitely already behind on his actual homework. "Besides, I've been training with the Titans, that helps keep me sharp." His father let out a sigh that didn't attempt to hide a defeatist sense of disapproval. "You have greater promise than anyone at the GDA can understand, Mark." There was a brief pause, erring on dramatic, before Nolan turned and smiled, placing one hand on his son's shoulder. "But I am proud of you all the same." "Sure, Dad. We can't all be a whole hero team all by ourselves." Mark laughed, although he couldn't help but feel the spark stir within him that always followed the continued revelation that his dad, the man who had saved the whole damn world countless times, was proud of him. Still, his dad had been doing this a long time, had fought beside some of the greatest heroes of the past decades, yet never quite settling to join a team. None of them had been his tempo. Mark wasn't sure that's what he wanted for himself. "Not all, but you can." It was about as close as his dad would ever get to dropping the issue, a begrudging final word. "Still, while you're in town, you should drop by, we both miss you." As easy as anything, slipping from heroics to the perfect little slice of Americana life. "It's barely even been half a semester, Dad, you can c-" Just as Mark was about to continue a resounding pulse in his ear distracted him. He'd accepted a gift from the Titans in the form of a communicator to reach him for auxiliary emergencies. Frustratingly, they'd never quite got the settings right for his advanced senses. Still, aside from the pain to his eardrums, he was able to pick out the information from the noise. The team was fully deployed elsewhere, but there was something going down in New York, a big something. "Sorry, gotta cut this short, needed elsewhere." Mark didn't wait to hear his dad's response and he burst away into the sky, but he felt the steely gaze of Omni-Man following him long after the streets bled away behind the cloud cover.

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The air pressure shifted as Mark cleared the final skyscraper, the wind screaming against his suit before he pitched into a steep, vertical dive. Times Square appeared as a fractured mosaic of bright lights and smoke. Below, the Beast thrashed, its mismatched limbs churning the wreckage of the square. Mark accelerated. He hit the creature's flank with a shoulder-first impact, a solid crunch of scales and muscle that sent the massive entity sliding five feet, crashing through a series of metal railings which detonated as easily as plywood. The serpent-head whipped around with a hiss of escaping steam. Mark took to the sky again, a sharp burst of momentum that carried him upward just as the jaws snapped shut. The sound of the teeth meeting was a gunshot in the crowded square. He pivoted in mid-air, boots finding purchase against the steel frame of a hanging billboard. The metal groaned and buckled under the leverage, shedding a curtain of sparks as he launched himself back down. He drove a fist into the creature's temple. The impact produced a deep, resonant boom that rippled through the Beast's hide, sending a shudder all the way down to its hooves. It staggered, the serpentine neck coiling as it fought to regain its balance. Just before Mark could follow up with another blow, the whipcord force of its tail struck home. He felt his breath leave him in a rush, and in the next moment he struck the pavement, hard. A chasm a hundred meters long ripped through the ground of the square, splintering beneath the tumbling form of Mark. In that moment he didn't feel particularly invincible. Still, before it could get any worse, he had sprung back up. Dust choked the air, smelling of wet copper and burnt rubber. To his left, the four-armed giant held his ground; nearby, the man with the sword shimmered through the haze. The Beast's tail swept the perimeter, a heavy, scaled wrecking ball that leveled a nearby newsstand. Mark reached out and caught the mass mid-swing. The force drove his shins through the pavement, burying him to the knees in grit and old concrete, but his grip held. He dug his fingers into the gaps between the scales. Muscles in his back and shoulders snapped taut, a singular line of tension as he held it in place. It had been a long time since he'd fought anything that could even hold him to a stalemate, let alone gradually gain the upper hand, but at least while he held it in place for a moment it wasn't destroying more of the city. "Hi." Mark managed as a greeting between breaths. It wasn't quite the snappy one liner that his dad always seemed to have in his back pocket, but it would do for now. He was about to ask what the plan might be, before with a roar and a flick of its tail, the creature sent Mark spinning through an obnoxious neon advert for a skincare routine. Not the best of introductions.

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Dispatch: Heroes of Claremont

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Lightning Girl filled the silence well enough that Nadia didn't have to. She stood in place as her wings settled, and let the introductions wash over her. Blackstar, Hat Trick, Asteroid, the names attaching themselves to faces with the mild efficiency of someone who'd done this before. She looked at each of them in turn when they were named, just long enough. Not unfriendly. Not much else either. Some might have been rushed off their feet, bemused or even intimidated by the rush of introductions. Not her though, she was rather used to suddenly being the person everyone wanted to talk to. Nadia mimicked the greetings with just slightly less enthusiasm than was thrown her way. A momentary pause before returning the fist bump, a wave that only used one wiggle of her fingers, that sort of thing. It wasn't the finest assembly of powers and heroes she'd encountered but it could be worse.

The suit compliment she received with a small tilt of her chin, the barest acknowledgement. The envy she left where Lightning Girl had put it.

When the dispatches started pulling people out she didn't move to fill the gap they left. She checked her phone instead, thumb moving from muscle memory more than active thought. She'd long ago turned off the cascade of pings from social app notifications, but murmured in slight frustration at the sudden cascade from a source that was far harder to ignore. Family.

"Good job I had an invite to the Gala already or I'd need the rest of the day to pick out a dress." Nadia popped her gum a second time. She didn't add that she hadn't planned to attend at least until she'd been moved to Claremont. Her social calendar was rather less full than it had been a few weeks ago.

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^{Friday · 13:10 · Break Room}

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"Hey up, Ikret. I'm James, the Dispatcher from the Slack channel. Before you go, mind sorting this paperwork before you go? Admin stuff. And I believe you're still on standard SDN comms and tracking, right? If so, I've already got you on the line."

"I know this wasn't what you expected. But look after the branch, I'll look after you. We can see about when we get you back to DTLA if you behave on the Phoenix Programme. The results should come easy for you, yeah?"

"So don't worry, plenty of room for fame here. Clean start and everything!"

The clipboard she accepted without comment, scanning it in the way of someone who reads contracts by habit rather than trust. She signed where indicated with her own pen, capped it, held the board out for him to take back.

"Look after the branch." She repeated it back with a fraction more air in it than he'd used, not quite an impression, not quite not one either. "Very inspiring. Do they teach you that one? Sounds a bit less soulless in the accent, I'll give you that." Her tone was taunting, but it came with a slight smile that wasn't entirely acting.

"Never been any good at behaving, Chief." Her last comment she delivered in passing from over her shoulder as she swept away, wings already beginning to unfurl from the small of her back.

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^{Friday · Afternoon · Airspace}

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The aircraft was already visible on the horizon, a small pale shape making its slow unhappy orbit, when Nadia's phone rang. She answered it on the second ring, which for Auntie Dina counted as eager. Adding controls for her phone to the headset of her visor had been one of her earliest demands.

"Habibti. Are you eating?"

"Yes." She banked left, adjusting her angle against the wind. Flying was second nature, but the presence of the aircraft and meeting it in mid air added levels of complication she actually had to think about. "You're both terrible, you accuse me of starving and getting fat in the same sentence."

"Your mother says you didn't call on Tuesday."

"I was busy Tuesday."

"She says you're always busy." A pause that had been carefully constructed to carry weight. "She worries, Nadia. We all worry. This new place, this program—"

"It's fine." The aircraft was losing altitude in small increments she could already see weren't intentional. Two people inside, James had said. She calculated the approach, adjusted her altitude without breaking her conversational tone. "It's the same job, different postcode."

"Your cousin Hana says she saw something online, that there was—"

"Hana talks too much."

"Nadia."

The plane dipped. She folded her wings and dropped two hundred feet in four seconds, the wind tearing past her ears, then spread them again in a hard brake that left her perfectly level with the cockpit. Through the glass a man in his fifties was wrestling with a yoke that wasn't responding the way it should, and next to him a woman with both hands braced on the dash had her eyes shut. The man reacted to her presence with a sudden look of relief, to which she offered a wink.

"Auntie." Her voice came out different then, not hard, just stripped of the performance. "I have to go. I'll call you tomorrow."

"Promise me."

A half-second. Longer than she meant.

"Yeah," she said. "I promise." She didn't wait to hear the sound of the call disconnecting.

She pulled alongside the aircraft's wing, close enough that the pilot turned and saw her movement, and whatever expression crossed his face she didn't wait to catalogue. She was already moving to the undercarriage, hands finding the landing gear housing by feel, fingers closing around steel. The underside of the vehicle proved an even more mentally stimulating challenge. In the air her natural inclination was to unfurl her wings as much as they could, to make the most of thermal currents to lift her. Here, dangling thousands of feet above the abyss though, if she did such a thing her feathers were likely to catch on the blades of engines and she definitely didn't want that. So she let her wings go dead and hang below her, the sudden relief of tight muscles around where they joined with her lower back replaced a moment later by the strain of holding their weight.

They weren't the only divine gift she leaned on now, her fingers biting into metal with the strength gifted to her by the same cycle of rebirth that had given her wings. With a slight grunt of effort she ripped the bay doors open, checking herself just in time to avoid pulling them entirely free of the plane. She didn't want someone brained far below to impact her efforts at rehab on the first damn day. With the doors gone, the previously jammed gear fell down with enough speed to almost cast her away. Funnily enough this sort of gig had happened to her before, and she'd become well aware of just how to trigger the mechanical failsafe of the landing gear, even when controls weren't responding. She heard the satisfying click of the locking mechanism and whispered a thanks for good fortune in Arabic, before allowing herself to fall free of the stricken plane.

As she fell the comforting rush of air wrapped itself around her. Some part of her mind lingered on this. She didn't entirely believe the mythology that was meant to grant her these abilities, but her past lives clamoured in her mind to do so. The embrace of the god of the sky.

Her eyes snapped open, and so did her wings, the immediate soar lifting her up and above the plane. She landed lightly atop it this time, spreading her wings as wide as they'd go as she anchored herself in place. Doing her best to mimic the structure of the vehicle, by adjusting her grip and weight she could steer the small plane. It was a bit more thinking than she'd have liked to do with a lingering hangover, but such was the sacrifice of heroism.

It was some time before she found a place to put the plane down, and a little further time of accepting thanks from two very relieved ex-flyers before she called in her success.

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And the Questing Beast is a-go!

Thank you @Lord Wraith who very kindly put together a post banner that can be used for the event; if you're getting involved and you'd like to use it, the code can be pinched from the hider below:

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There's also a larger alternative if you desire something a bit grander (or want to make your post look longer):

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Looking forward to everyone getting involved and writing with you!

@Roman

Got a bit of writing across the site to catch up on but I could see it being a fun way to drop Invincible right into the action. Happy to hop in a collab or do it as a post, whatever works best for you.

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^{"You, Dad. I'd still have you."}

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 _________________________________________________________ Mark Jonathon Grayson _________________________________________________________ 19 | American / Half-Viltrumite S U P P O R T I N G C A S T S U P P O R T I N G C A S T _________________________________________________________ Supporting Cast A L L I E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Nolan Grayson / Omni-Man — Father, mentor, and the secret Mark doesn't yet know to look for. ◼ Debbie Grayson — Mother, force of nature in her own right despite the lack of powers ◼ Atom Eve — Closest peer among the Titans; their dynamic is honest in a way most of his relationships aren't. ◼ Starfire, Cyborg, Monster Girl, Aqualad, Beastboy — The Titans roster; allies by proximity and shared work, not yet by formal commitment. ◼ Cecil Stedman (Wider Game NPC) — GDA Director; pays the bills for the Titans and keeps a close eye on Mark. The relationship is useful and uncomfortable in equal measure. ◼ Art Rosenbaum — Costume designer and one of the few older figures Mark genuinely trusts outside of his parents A N T A G O N I S T S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Omni-Man — Latent. Mark does not yet know. ◼ The Viltrumites — The big bad shadow on the wall. ◼ The Mauler Twins — Recurring antagonists. ◼ Hardline (The artist formally known as Titan) / Machinehead / Brother Blood — Emerging threat. ◼ Cecil Stedman (Wider Game NPC) — Potential antagonist depending on the choices Mark makes going forward. - P O S T C A T A L O G U E P O S T C A T A L O G U E _________________________________________________________ 01 - TBD-

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 ___________________________________________________________________________________ For a long time I've been pondering how to adapt an Invincible concept to these games while also maintaining the DC/Marvel focus they tend to have. Right now seems like a pretty good time to attempt this balance given the more varied concepts this game as well as the nice gaps people have left with their concepts I can fill in. With many of Kirkman's concepts being 'how he would do x hero team' I felt replacing the Teen Team with the actual Teen Titans (or just Titans in this case) worked well, with a combination of their Invincible comic characters and Titans team members. Mark Grayson grew up knowing his father was one the most powerful hero on the planet, and for a long time that felt like a gift. Then his own powers emerged and the gift came with weight: expectations, comparisons, and a world already full of legends. He has been Invincible for a few years now — long enough to have earned his name and the attention of the GDA, not long enough to feel certain about any of it. Mark Grayson is nineteen, about to start college, and increasingly aware that more established heroes, most notably the Titans, seem to have already figured out things he hasn't. He hasn't committed to the them, or indeed any other formal institution; he tells himself it's about freedom, but some of it is about not wanting to be seen as a sidekick to his own era. His Viltrumite heritage is, to him, simply the reason his dad is strong and he is too. He has no knowledge of the Viltrum Empire, no sense of the ancient divergence from the ancient proto-Kryptonian spacefaring civilisation, and no idea that his father is anything other than the hero he presents as. That unknowing is the quiet fault line running under everything. The story is about what happens when the ground starts to shift. P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) __________________________________________________________________________________ The immediate arc centres on Mark beginning university while navigating an increasingly complex heroic landscape. The GDA's sponsorship of the Titans puts him in proximity to Cecil Stedman — a man whose methods he already finds uncomfortable. The Titans themselves represent a kind of peer pressure: join, contribute, commit. Mark wants to do things his way, which is half principle and half the fact that he genuinely doesn't know what his way is yet. As Kryptonians exist in this setting I think the best way to merge the existence of Kypton and Viltrum to an extent. Viltrum was an off shoot of the ancient Kryptonian spacefaring society (in the vein of Last Days of Krypton) before they self-isolated themselves, and have developed significantly differently in the time apart. They would not have been aware of each other due to the vast span of time involved and efforts by both to eradicate complicated history. I am more than happy to change this based on feedback from relevant parties but it seemed a reasonable mystery I could eventually explore. The shadow of Omni-Man underlies everything. Nolan is managing his own crisis of faith alongside a calculated patience, and Mark is the unwitting variable in both. The goal is not to rush that revelation but to seed it — through Mark's growing discomfort with his father's certainty, through encounters that Nolan handles in ways that don't quite add up. This is notably later than this occurs in the show or comics, as I would like to tell that story without making it an established part of the game's lore, as well as the presence of something of the big hitters of DC and Marvel provide a fairly compelling reason for Nolan to delay any attempts he has to co-opt his son into his grand schemes

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I'm not like reacting due to Grayson rivalry, but thanks!

Edits will be made and sheet posted to the tab shortly.