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The Doyism Revolutionary Army

Government and Economy

Type of Government:

The Doyism Revolutionary Army is a loose connection of individual cells that follow the rules and guidelines set down in their religious text, the Doyiac Codex. The Codex was written by Godfrey Lennox, prophet of the goddess Doyia, who's recent death has rocked the Revolution's hierarchy of leadership. The Codex sets out the type of government the followers of Doyia are meant to establish. In name, this theoretical nation would be a theocracy. In reality, it would be much closer to a dictatorship - with the prophet, unsurprisingly, at the head; he would relay the commands of the goddess and all would follow his words to the letter. But with the prophet dead and no line of succession spelled out within the Codex, the various sects of Doyism are left to pick up the pieces. A dozen different bishops, each a leader of all the churches located within a region, claimed to be the next prophet, chosen by Doyia in a vision from Her Majesty. These contradictory declarations have led to verbal and armed conflict between the Army's extreme groups. The more moderate Doyism followers have voted to create a council made up of the bishops of Doyia who have allegedly received visions from her. The new system, declared an Oligarchical-Theocracy by historians, would be the temporary form of governance until the true prophet could be determined.

Head(s) of Government:

Archbishop Kepler Barons (Speaker of the Bishops) of Avalia [Valkyerian] [Currently living in neighboring Morovia due to religious persecution]

Bishop Pipp Fungusfoot of Zenovia [Troll]
Bishop Nikolai Markov of Kataylabinsk [Human]
Bishop Fredrick Henderson of Verendes [Human]
Bishop Lilian Silverwood of Yllendthyr [Elf]
Bishop Timothy Yves of Fuso [Zensensashi]
Bishop Ganon Black-Iron of Moravia [Dwarf]
Bishop Kaito Nakamora of Izuno [Zensensashi]

Cells that support the Revolutionary Army:

Bishop Gerald Lenin of Brusaleye [Human]
Bishop Kivia Pearl of Cerseia [Mesulid]
Vice-Bishop Taknul Bloodkip [Orc]

Economy:

The Codex looks to establish a world-wide free market, using a singular type of currency. While this dream seems far off, the Revolutionary Army is optimistic that their dreams will be obtained in time. For now, followers of Doyism are forced to work under the economy of their home country until such a time as Doyism becomes the majority religion across the face of the planet. The DRA practices a free market economy and mainly works off a barter system established by the locals. When trading with established nations and trade companies, the DRA uses precious metals such as copper, gold and silver.

History, Demographics and Culture

Primary Species:

Humans, although Doyism teaches the absolute equality of the races and sexes.

Population:

112,090,506 overall followers of Doyism

Humans: 56,045,253 (50%)
Elves: 11,209,050 (20%)
Trolls: 4,483,620 (8%)
Orcs: 1,120,905 (2%)
Dwarves: 5,604,525 (10%)
Zensensashi: 3,923,167 (7%)
Mesulid: 1,681,357 (3%)
Other: Unknown (less than 1%)

Population of Port Tornaga:
15 million

Population of Fort Sentria:
11 million

Culture: Doyists have no culture of their own, but rather conform to the culture of the region they live in. The Doyiac Codex teaches acceptance of local cultures and urges Doyists to tolerate non-religious individuals within society. The Codex also teaches, however, that the followers of Doyia should strive to change the culture of their homeland for the better. They are taught to spread equal treatment and tolerance by any means necessary. Whether this means merely lobbying for new laws or forming political parties of their own and gaining the power to make this change, or going so far as to take up the sword and force their leaders to become better people, is up to the personal interpretation of the reader. The Revolutionary Army, considered an extreme sect of mainstream Doyism, is willing to use violence to obtain social and political equality.

Religious and Other Beliefs:

Doyiac Codex:

The Codex was written by Godfrey Lennox nearly two hundred and fifty years ago. Godfrey, a high-born Elf from the Empire of Yllendthyr, received a vivid hallucination at the age of thirty whilst meditation on top of Mount Yaelrig. An all-powerful being calling itself Doyia contacted Godfrey through a vision, enlightening the man with knowledge from the divine. Doyia taught Godfrey many things: how she created the world and the stars, and all people of all religions and creeds. She had left the world alone for thousands of years, thinking that they did not require her guidance. Yet she watched in silent horror as the world tore itself apart. As man invented such travesties as war and racism, and families were split due to clashing ideologies and beliefs. Doyia say these things and ripped her cloak in anguish. She mourned her creation's fall. Briefly, Doyia considered destroying it all and starting over again. But that would not do. For she saw glimpses of good in these mortals. So Doyia sought out the most pious man in the world, whom she would use to bring about change. And lo, the prophet was born.

Godfrey Lennox lived on Mount Yaelrig for a decade and five years. He spent every day in prayer, learning the will of Doyia. He wrote all of her commands and beliefs to the letter. When the visions stopped coming, Godfrey knew his book was complete. It named it the Doyiac Codex, and set about spreading the truth of Doyia to any who would listen.

"I am the bringer of life and peace. The conqueror of the wicked and destroyer of iniquity. I am Doyia, the beginning and the end." Doyiac Codex, Chapter 5, p. 1520, verse 67.

Doyism spread like a wildfire. The teachings of this book attracted people of all walks and nations. Godfrey's personal wealth grew to disproportionate levels; The Codex quickly became the most purchased book on the market. The prophet invested every penny of wealth he earned from the book's sale into printing more copies of the Codex, as well as establishing places of worship and organizing the training of priests and bishops. It was hard, grueling work. Yet it brought Godfrey much personal passion and joy. He was devoted in body and soul to Doyia. He would live, breath and die in her name. His devotion proved a powerful means of gaining new converts. For hundreds of years, Godfrey and his disciples traveled across the globe, spreading the word of Doyia to any who would listen. They suffered much persecution; many died in the name of the goddess. But Godfrey pressed on. He would not be silenced by mortal hands.

At the ancient age of 325, Godfrey passed away of natural causes. His death was mourned worldwide. It wouldn't be long before the bishops began bickering and fighting to be the next prophet. The council was eventually formed to stop the infighting.

History:

The Doyism Revolutionary Army is a recent construct, invented by Kivia Pearl and Taknul Bloodkip about a hundred years ago. They have rallied the most passionate, loyal and extreme followers of Doyism to the idea that armed conflict is the only means of spreading the faith of Doyia. Kivia and Taknul took their upstart army to Mount Yaelrig, located on the Sotoa Peninsula, in Verusa, between the nations of Yllendthyr and Moravia. They set about turning the monastery located atop the mountain into an impenetrable fortress. The newly formed Revolutionary Army recruited followers of Doyism from nearby nations to join their little expedition. They constructed a port of their own, accepting refugees and supplies from across the ocean. The port grew over the next three decades into a city of its own. Kivia and Taknul saw that their small operation had grown significantly and began reorganizing the guerrilla force into a legitimate military. The port city of Tornaga, governed by Kivia personally, would soon develop an independent trade industry of its own. Mount Yaelrig became the home of Fort Sentria, controlled by General Taknul Bloodkip.

The Revolutionary Army declared itself capable of self-governance without the aid of outside sponsors by the end of the century. Port Tornaga and Fort Sentria grew into moderately sized city states. Kivia and Taknul, proud of their work, set about trying to convince the other bishops and their cells to join the DRA. So far, they've had little luck. While most the bishops would support an armed force under the name of Doyism, there is little proof that the Revolutionary Army will be able to see their goal of a world under Doyia through. The DRA has yet to attack any of Doyism's prominent enemies, or prove itself effective in any way. With that in name, Taknul Bloodkip has a plan..

Geography, Agriculture and Industry

Territories: The DRA controls two cities located on the Sotoa Peninsula, in Verusa, between the nations of Yllendthyr and Moravia. Their region of control is relatively small, but Kivia Pearl and Taknul Bloodkip have very ambitious plans for the tiny nation.

Cities, Bases, etc.:

Port Tornaga: With a population of 15 million people, Port Tornaga's population has skyrocketed in the past year. Researchers project that another 500,000 children will be born before the end of the year, with that number guessed to grow as the years continue to pass. Tornaga is seen as a hub of free trade and equal treatment. It isn't uncommon for the city's governor to allow international pirates safe haven here in exchange for a portion of their captured goods. Immigration to the city is at an all time high due to the lax laws, especially on subjects such as prostitution and drug use.

Fort Sentria: The fort has a total population of 15 million. Unlike its neighboring city of Tornaga, Sentria is home to the most disciplined soldiers of the Revolutionary Army. Every man, woman and child in the fort is expected to join the military whenever Taknul drafts them. The city's cutlure is Spartan in nature; the most alluring reason to immigrate to the fort being free housing, food and an above average pay.

Climate: The region the DRA populates has an above average temperature, due to its proximity to the equator. The area is also rather hilly and a large mountain range dominates the coast. The planes to the north are dominated by farm lands; while the land to the east and west contain thick forests and fauna.

Agriculture: The DRA has its own farming community built up in the north. Small villages have begun popping up in that area due to the soil's increased fertility. The majority of the area's farmers are known for growing corn and barley, although tobacco and various plants used in the making of alcohol are quickly growing industries.

Industry: The Doyism Revolutionary Army is a self-sustaining group. They have major weapons industries, especially firearms. Mining is big within the mountains, with coal and iron veins being numerous. The farming community located to the north grows most of the food; with the fishing industry in Port Tornaga picking up the slack. The only industries really missing in the DRA are automobiles and aircraft as well as oil drilling. Tornaga is known for its flourishing naval construction and exportation businesses.

Main Imports: Automobiles, aircraft, airships and oil.

Main Exports: Fish, grain, beer, tobacco, coal.

Military

Personnel:

The Doyism Revolution Army requires all citizens over the age of 17 to sign up for a draft. This means that, technically, the entire population of both city states could be called up to defend the DRA if necessary. The people in Fort Sentria especially are liable to be called upon in moments of dire need; all citizens of the fort are considered active military personnel, though many of them work for logistics, who only leave the Fort when absolutely necessary.

Overall: roughly 10 million

Active Personnel: 1 million (Most of whom are from the Spartan-like society of Fort Sentria)

Army

Personnel:

600,000

Vehicles:
500 light tanks
70 heavy tanks

Guerrilla Volunteers: The most numerous units in the DRA. They are moderately trained in stealth and guerrilla warfare tactics, given decent firearms and told to wreak havoc on the enemy's lines. These Guerrillas are dangerous not for their tactical abilities or their advanced weaponry, but for their absolute devotion to the cause. Fanaticism is the name of the game in the Doyism Revolutionary Army. It's not uncommon for volunteers to use suicide bombing tactics, bayonet charges, or fight to the death. Guerrillas are indoctrinated during their three-year training regime to do whatever is necessary to move forward the cause of the goddess. There are few forces on earth as devote as these men and women.

Standardized Infantry: The Standardized Infantry force of the DRA is considered more elite than the Guerrillas but more numerous than the Special Forces. Most of the active personnel are part of the Standard Infantry division. They receive an extra two years of specialized training, and generally have served at least a year and a half as a Guerrilla. Standardized Infantry are equipped with better weapons and tactical training than the Guerrillas, especially in the area of city defense. Every Standard Infantryman has the layout of Tornaga and Fort Sentria memorized to the letter. Once Standardized Infantry complete their training, they are given the option of continuing their training as an armored vehicle operator. Armor Vehicle Operations training lasts anywhere from 6 months to a year and a half, depending on the trainee's past experience and natural skill.

Special Forces Units: The elite of the elite. Soldiers must have at least ten years of experience in the Standardized Infantry or equivalent unit from another branch under their belt before they are allowed to even sign up. Taknul looks over each individual's resume personally, judging whether or not they make the cut. He only accepts the most devote, expert warriors into the training program. The SFU training program lasts roughly four years and contains some of the most mentally, emotionally and physically grueling activity that any man would ever be put through. Most sign ups don't make it past week two. The very few who do are given the highest honors and treated with respect similar to that of General Bloodkip. The Special Forces troops use only the most advanced technology available in the DRA and are nothing short of tactical geniuses.

Kynil Light Tank:

The most produced tank in the DRA. Light, fast and maneuverable, the Kynil is one of the most effective open-area tanks of the time. It has the firepower to threaten larger tanks and the armor is light, but capable enough to go toe-to-toe with any other nation's own light tanks due to its revolutionary slop design.

Armor:
13–51 mm (0.51–2.01 in)

Main armament:
37 mm main gun, 174 rounds

Secondary armament:
3 × .30-06 MG, 7,500 rounds

Engine:
Continental W-670-9A, 7 cylinder air-cooled radial, 250 hp (190 kW)

Power/weight:
17.82 hp/tonne

Suspension:
Vertical volute spring

Operational range:
74 mi (119 km)

Speed:
36 mph on road
18 mph on road

Weight: 32,400 lb
Length: 14 ft 2.4 in
Width: 8 ft 1.2 in
Height: 7 ft 6 in
Crew: 4 (Commander, gunner, driver, co-driver)

Trollborn Heavy Tank:

A heavier variant of the Kynil, this time designed by Elves to mimic the toughness of the Troll race. The Trollborn are only ever rolled out in times of dire need, due to their inefficient use of gasoline and expensive shells. They do their job well, however. A Trollborn Heavy Tank can stand up to any armored beast brought up by more powerful armies.

Armor:
hull front 4 in
gun shield 11 inches
turret front 7 in

Main armament:
105 mm gun, 63 rounds

Secondary armament:
2 x .50 machine guns, coaxial
1x .50 flexible AA
1x .30 machine gun, bow

Engine:
1649 cubic inch (27 liter) GAC V12
650 hp (480 kW) net at 2800 rpm

Power/weight:
9.2 hp/tonne

Transmission:
GAC CD-850-1 crossdrive, three speeds (two forward, one reverse)

Suspension:
torsion-bar

Operational range:
100 miles

Speed:
22 mph

Weight: 64.2 t (combat loaded)
Length: 37 ft 11.5 in (gun forward)
Width: 12 ft 5.5 in
Height: 10 ft 6 in
Crew: 6 (driver, commander, gunner, 2 loaders)

Air Force

The majority of pilots in the DRA Air Force are Elves, though anyone is allowed to join the AF if they can pass the rigorous flight training. Trolls and Orcs are unable to pilot most fight craft due to their increased size, but some airships exist that specifically cater to these taller and heavier races. Most pilots are trained for anywhere between 2-4 years, depending on the vehicle their flying. All pilots receive basic training alongside their specialized flight training.

Personnel:

300,000

Vehicles:

1,000 aircraft
600 Biplanes
200 Fighters
200 Bombers
2 Leviathan Battleships
1 Behemoth Dreadnought
1 Herculean Aircraft Carrier

Vladimir 122d Biplane: One of the most common planes in the DRA Air Force. A Two-seat biplane that is equipped with a single 360 degree rotary machine gun, a pair of stationary machine guns mounted to the front and a bomb bay attached to the bottom. The Biplane is quick, agile and fast but lacks much firepower or armored protection.

Air-Shark 66b Fighter: The most common-non biplane fighter in the DRA Air Force. The Air-Shark is very agile at low and medium altitudes but suffers due to lack of power at higher altitudes. At medium and high speeds it was one of the tightest turning monoplane designs available at such a cheap construction price. Its chassis is made of a combination of mithril and carbon steel, designed to be light and flexible but still able to take a hit. The plane has two .50 inch (12.7 mm) guns in each wing. The B version of the Air-Shark had armor installed around the engine and the cockpit, which enables it to withstand considerable damage, especially from the front.

Skullgap 122d Bomber: The Skullgap was originally an Orc plane designed to be a heavy fighter, but eventually was developed into a bomber capable of fulfilling multiple combat roles if needed. The Skullgap is a twin-engine long range bomber capable of launching ground strikes, maritime strikes and night attacks. The Skullgap uses a fixed four-cannon weapon array to fend off other aircraft. It also has a dorsal machine gun bubble attached to the back to prevent enemy fighters from overwhelming the Skullgap from behind. A bomb spotter and navigation seat are located on the bottom of the aircraft, next to the bomb bay. The Skullgap can drop numerous bombs and torpedoes from the bays. The Skullgap is one of the slowest and least maneuverable war planes used by the DRA, but packs the most armor and weapons of any aircraft except the airships.

46r Leviathan Air-Battleship: The third largest Airship used by the DRA. An outdated craft bought from military surplus organizations. The Leviathan is a heavily armored flying tank, capable of dishing out massive amounts of damage as well as soaking up tons of enemy fire. It's speed takes a major hit, however, being one of the slowest craft in the entire Air Force. The Leviathan is armed with ten 14 inch Mark 12 cannons, 16 5.25 inch mark 1 cannons, 32 1.575 inch anti-air flak guns, and six multi-rocket projection systems. Powered by coal and steam engine turbines.

Behemoth Air-Dreadnought: The largest airship used by the DRA. Even heavier armor than the Leviathan, the Dreadnought is the most powerful piece of military technology used by the Doyism Revolutionary Army. The Behemoth is an outdated airship, but still considerably powerful. It can absorb the fire of an entire aeronautic fleet for a brief time. The Behemoth has enough guns to challenge any modern airship in a one on one duel, or even multiple smaller airships. It suffers from a turtle-like speed, however, considerably slower than the Leviathans. The Dreadnought is armed with 12 16 inch Mark 30 cannons in four triple-barrel turrets, 20 5 inch mark 2 cannons, 40 1.5788 Anti-Aircraft flak guns, and eight multi-rocket projection systems. Powered by a combination of gasoline, steam and coal engines.

Herculean Aircraft Carrier: The second largest airship used by the Doyism Revolutionary Army. Lighter than the Battleships and Dreadnought, but heavy enough to take some hits if things get too dicey. The Carrier comes equipped with 4 twin 5 inch guns, 4 single 5 inch guns, 8 quadruple 1.5748 inch Anti-Air guns, and 46 single 20mm Anti-Air guns. The Herculean-class Aircraft Carrier can hold up to 120 aircraft.

Navy

The newly formed DRA navy is still in its developing stages. It uses specially trained members of the Standardized Infantry as makeshift marines when needed. Most of the naval personnel are sailors and ship construction teams.

Personnel:

100,000

Ships:

1 Gargon Destroyer
4 Vennir Patrol Corvettes

Gargon Destroyer:

Type: Destroyer
Displacement:
2,050 tons (standard)
2,500 tons (full load)
Length: 376.5 ft (114.8 m)
Beam: 39.5 ft (12.0 m)
Draft: 17.5 ft (5.3 m)
Propulsion: 60,000 shp (45 MW); 4 oil-fired boilers; 2 geared steam turbines; 2 screws
Speed: 36.5 knots (67.6 km/h; 42.0 mph)
Range:
5,500 miles at 15 knots
(8,850 km at 28 km/h) [1]
Complement: 329 officers and men
Armament:
5 × single 5 inch (127 mm)/38 caliber guns
6–10 × 40 mm Bofors AA guns (early ships carried 4 × 1.1 inch (28 mm) automatic cannon (1 × 4))
7–10 × 20 mm Oerlikon autocannons,
10 × 21 inch (533 mm) torpedo tubes (2 × 5; Mark 15 torpedoes)
6 × K-gun depth charge projectors
2 × depth charge racks

Vennir Patrol Corvette:

Type: Corvette
Displacement: 925 long tons (940 t; 1,036 short tons)
Length: 205 ft (62.5 m) o/a
Beam: 33 ft (10.1 m)
Draught: 11.5 ft (3.51 m)
Propulsion:
1939-1940 programme
single shaft
2 × fire tube Scotch boilers
1 × double acting triple-expansion reciprocating steam engine
2,750 ihp (2,050 kW)
1940-1941 programme
single shaft
2 × water tube boilers
1 × double acting triple-expansion reciprocating steam engine
2,750 ihp (2,050 kW)
Speed: 16 knots (29.6 km/h)
Range: 3,500 nautical miles (6,482 km) at 12 knots (22.2 km/h)
Complement: 85
Sensors and
processing systems:
1 × SW1C or 2C radar
1 × Type 123A or Type 127DV sonar
Armament:
1 × 4 inch BL Mk.IX single gun
2 × Vickers .50 machine guns (twin)
2 × .303 inch Lewis machine gun (twin)
2 × Mk.II depth charge throwers
2 × depth charge rails with 40 depth charges
originally fitted with minesweeping gear, later removed

All-Star Marvel: Audax Mundus Novus - Season 1 (Completed)

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All-Star Marvel: Audax Mundus Novus - Season 1 (Completed)

My head felt like it was on fire. Couldn't see anything. Couldn't feel anything. No noise or taste or smell. Just void. Nothingness. I toyed with the idea that I've finally found my healing factor's limit and was now paying for my sins in hell. 'Course I knew better than that; I'd been like this before. Last time somethin' similar occurred 'cuz I was chasing down Nuke in Vietnam and got caught inside a napalm bombing run. Napalm. Nasty stuff, burns people to nothin' but charcoal. That was the second worst pain I'd ever experienced. 'For a while it had been cemented as numero uno. Today was worse. Much worse. Somebody once told me that you don't feel nothin' after the first 500 degrees. Bullshit, I say. I felt at least 1000 there before my nerves were fried. Professor Dickbag had the place rigged with a frickin' nuke. A frickin' nuke! That freak was so paranoid that he managed to smuggle in a nuclear weapon just 'ta use as a self destruct fail-safe. Well, Thorton, your stupid bomb worked just fine. Everything's gone. Now there's a square mile of Canadian wilderness that'll be unlivable for the next hundred years. Not 'ta mention the hundreds of dead base personnel and my own current predicament. I can't believe I let Romulus get in my head. Shoulda seen the signs a long time ago. Been nothin' but a puppet ever since...well. As long as I can remember. 'Cuz that piece of crap scrubbed my brain clean of any memories that didn't feature his sorry ass.

And then there was light.

Really, really blinding light.

It took a second for Logan's vision to clear up. The first sight he was greeted with was a helicarrier descending from the clouds, Quinjets swarming around it. Ah, crap. On top of everything else, Wolverine was minutes from being captured by SHIELD's cronies and strapped to a table in some dark bunker to be experimented on for the rest of eternity. No way. Not if James Howlett had anything to say about that. Only, he couldn't move his arms. Or anything besides his eyes for that matter. Wolverine strained to examine the burnt out clearing for any means of escape. Or even just somewhere to hide. Nothin'. The entire facility had been turned to ash and the forest was splinters. If SHIELD saw his body, they'd take it in a second. Even if he was dead, an entire skeleton's worth of primary Adamantium was priceless. There wasn't enough money in the world to buy something so rare and so valuable. A quinjet touched down at the edge of the crater just in time for Logan's hearing to return. The roar of the plane's engine shook his new eardrums, threatening to burst them. Come on come on come on. Heal faster, damn it! The jet's ramp lowered itself into the snow, and a pair of agents dressed in hazmat suits made their way out. Based on how they were wielding their weapons, neither expected to find any danger here. A third agent exited the Quinjet, pointing a Rad detector towards the crater.

The threesome slowly made their way deeper into the crater. Wolverine's organs were healing as fast as they could; but until his muscle and sinew started to reform, there was nothing Logan could do but watch. One of the SHIELD agents pointed straight at Logan. "Hey, you see that?" He whispered. "Yeah," the other guy responded. "Is that a metal skeleton?" The agents picked up the pace of their little jog. Crap. Wolverine thought. "Is- Are his organs...regrowing?" The hazmat agent holding the rad detector asked, astonished. "Whoever that is, they're not dead. Look at the eyes. It can see us." The final agent pulled a radio from his belt and reported Wolverine's location to whoever was on that helicarrier in the sky. No no no no no NO!!

One of the agent's raised the butt of his rifle, slamming it against Wolverine's unprotected metal skull. Darkness enveloped his mind as his eyes went limp. "Yeah. Yeah. He's definitely alive. Of course, director Fury. We're taking him in now." Were the last words Wolverine heard before his mind was blanketed in unconsciousness once more.

The Corrigan School for Advanced Learning and Development (A DC School RP)

Nuclear Physics was boring; like usual. It wasn't really the professor's fault. Martin Stein was always an animated teacher. He spoke with his hands, taught loudly when he became excited and knew the material backwards and forwards. He was the mind behind the firestorm matrix, after all. Sadly, no amount of excitement on the doctor's part made learning Nuclear Physics anymore bearable. But S'tann had to stomach the class if he wished to improve his chances of joining the Teen Titans. Legacy had never told anyone before, but his ultimate goal at Corrigan was to get recruited into one of the various Titan teams located across the states. The Teen Titans was just a stepping stone to the Justice League; without time on one of the junior teams, his chances of passing the Justice League's rigorous and relentless recruitment process dropped dramatically. While it was possible to make it onto one of the offshoot branches without prior experience, the main team (who's roster only changed when one of the big names died or retired) wanted only the best. Then S'tann would be one step closer to becoming a full-blown Manhunter.

The mere thought was enough to make the Martian momentarily stop hating Nuclear Physics. A Manhunter! Every Martian child dreamed of joining the Corps that so vigilantly protected Mars from invasion. It was not only a badge of honor but an exciting position that promised perilous adventure after perilous adventure to any who worked hard enough to achieve the esteemed rank. Except..there was no Mars. Well, there was; technically. But the population of the Red Planet had been all but wiped off the map. S'tann and M'gann were suspected to be the last White Martians that hadn't gone absolutely insane; the rest of them were imprisoned in the Phantom Zone. J'onn was the only Green left. He killed the last of his kind, a woman named D'kay, for attacking his adopted niece.

They were the last of the Martians.

That's why S'tann would rebuild Mars. With his own two hands, he would find a why to repopulate his homeworld before his uncle passed. J'onn had fought so diligently to save his fellow Martians. Yet, the one day he was not in the Sol System, he showed up. The one who shall not be named. The Dark Lord. The Master of Darkness. That Dark God who's armies of demons poured forth from their boom tubes and burned Mars to the ground. The Manhunters attempted to fight back. But there was no stopping him; nothing that could slow him down. Everyone perished, in time. If J'onn had been there he likely would have fallen as well. S'tann could still remember the fire...That unnatural, dark flame consuming his lush planet. Mars was so fertile. But all that life served only to fuel the inferno. Mars, once green with life, was stained red with the blood of billions.

Mars...

The bell rang and S'tann was jolted from his thoughts. Doctor Stein gave the students their assignments and the horde of half-awake zombies shuffled out into the hall. S'tann density-shifted his way through the wall and joined those lifeless corpses in their walk to the next meaningless class. Speaking of class...He wondered to himself, retrieving a schedule from the backpack of a student in front of him. Ah, yes! A.R.C is this hour! A.R.C was easily Legacy's most interesting class. He got to learn while also reveling in his favorite activity: kicking the shit out of other supers. John Stewart was the instructor today, if S'tann remembered correctly. Green Lanterns fascinated him. Their rings were so powerful and guided by an energy source modern science couldn't explain. I wonder what a Martian with a power ring would look like.. Probably terrifying.

Once he was out of the Quadrangle, Legacy took to the sky. He soured over the heads of the other students, heading towards the circular dome that housed the Augmented Reality Center. He moved as quickly as his telekinetic-based flight would allow; he didn't want to be late to the session. Okay, so there were two classes S'tann didn't hate. (He changes his mind often. Want to fight him about it? No? I didn't think so.) Anyway; the Martian reached the dome after a little less than a minute, landing outside the building. He phased his way through the other students, pushing through the door into the building's foyer. The Martian floated a few inches above the ground, maintaining his original form as he scanned the room for threats. He noticed Mailsi, the Silver Banshee, talking to that fairy king. She'd be trouble; her wail could put down any of the heavy hitters. Casey wouldn't be a problem for S'tann. He didn't know the guy well, but from he'd heard all he knew were a few parlor tricks. Mari was supposed to be around here somewhere. Julian, too. There were a number of students Legacy didn't recognize.

Hopefully Kieran was signed up for today. He'd make this really interesting. What with their altercation earlier, and their relatively close power levels. There was only one student the Martian secretly hoped hadn't showed up today. She might be out sick. Or in a coma from a car accident. Maybe she upped and left the school for good; that'd be the best news S'tann had heard all year.

Then she walked through the doors to the A.R Center.

Nora Norwich.

Oh god in heaven. S'tann floated away from the front of the center, nuzzling himself into a corner behind a group of conversing students. He tried to play it off as cool; like he didn't really care what was going on. He crossed his arms, shape shifting into his human form to make himself appear smaller. S'tann thought of himself as pretty brave. He'd throw down with Sinestro any day of the week. He'd face Black Adam head on. Hell, Legacy wouldn't flinch if someone told him he'd be fighting Professor Zoom. He could handle them. But what he couldn't handle was fire; especially black fire. He'd rather take on Superman than that girl.

Maybe she'd trip and kill herself.

Yeah, let's hope for that.

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Nuclear Physics was boring; like usual. It wasn't really the professor's fault. Martin Stein was always an animated teacher. He spoke with his hands, taught loudly when he became excited and knew the material backwards and forwards. He was the mind behind the firestorm matrix, after all. Sadly, no amount of excitement on the doctor's part made learning Nuclear Physics anymore bearable. But S'tann had to stomach the class if he wished to improve his chances of joining the Teen Titans. Legacy had never told anyone before, but his ultimate goal at Corrigan was to get recruited into one of the various Titan teams located across the states. The Teen Titans was just a stepping stone to the Justice League; without time on one of the junior teams, his chances of passing the Justice League's rigorous and relentless recruitment process dropped dramatically. While it was possible to make it onto one of the offshoot branches without prior experience, the main team (who's roster only changed when one of the big names died or retired) wanted only the best. Then S'tann would be one step closer to becoming a full-blown Manhunter.

The mere thought was enough to make the Martian momentarily stop hating Nuclear Physics. A Manhunter! Every Martian child dreamed of joining the Corps that so vigilantly protected Mars from invasion. It was not only a badge of honor but an exciting position that promised perilous adventure after perilous adventure to any who worked hard enough to achieve the esteemed rank. Except..there was no Mars. Well, there was; technically. But the population of the Red Planet had been all but wiped off the map. S'tann and M'gann were suspected to be the last White Martians that hadn't gone absolutely insane; the rest of them were imprisoned in the Phantom Zone. J'onn was the only Green left. He killed the last of his kind, a woman named D'kay, for attacking his adopted niece.

They were the last of the Martians.

That's why S'tann would rebuild Mars. With his own two hands, he would find a why to repopulate his homeworld before his uncle passed. J'onn had fought so diligently to save his fellow Martians. Yet, the one day he was not in the Sol System, he showed up. The one who shall not be named. The Dark Lord. The Master of Darkness. That Dark God who's armies of demons poured forth from their boom tubes and burned Mars to the ground. The Manhunters attempted to fight back. But there was no stopping him; nothing that could slow him down. Everyone perished, in time. If J'onn had been there he likely would have fallen as well. S'tann could still remember the fire...That unnatural, dark flame consuming his lush planet. Mars was so fertile. But all that life served only to fuel the inferno. Mars, once green with life, was stained red with the blood of billions.

Mars...

The bell rang and S'tann was jolted from his thoughts. Doctor Stein gave the students their assignments and the horde of half-awake zombies shuffled out into the hall. S'tann density-shifted his way through the wall and joined those lifeless corpses in their walk to the next meaningless class. Speaking of class...He wondered to himself, retrieving a schedule from the backpack of a student in front of him. Ah, yes! A.R.C is this hour! A.R.C was easily Legacy's most interesting class. He got to learn while also reveling in his favorite activity: kicking the shit out of other supers. John Stewart was the instructor today, if S'tann remembered correctly. Green Lanterns fascinated him. Their rings were so powerful and guided by an energy source modern science couldn't explain. I wonder what a Martian with a power ring would look like.. Probably terrifying.

Once he was out of the Quadrangle, Legacy took to the sky. He soured over the heads of the other students, heading towards the circular dome that housed the Augmented Reality Center. He moved as quickly as his telekinetic-based flight would allow; he didn't want to be late to the session. Okay, so there were two classes S'tann didn't hate. (He changes his mind often. Want to fight him about it? No? I didn't think so.) Anyway; the Martian reached the dome after a little less than a minute, landing outside the building. He phased his way through the other students, pushing through the door into the building's foyer. The Martian floated a few inches above the ground, maintaining his original form as he scanned the room for threats. He noticed Mailsi, the Silver Banshee, talking to that fairy king. She'd be trouble; her wail could put down any of the heavy hitters. Casey wouldn't be a problem for S'tann. He didn't know the guy well, but from he'd heard all he knew were a few parlor tricks. Mari was supposed to be around here somewhere. Julian, too. There were a number of students Legacy didn't recognize.

Hopefully Kieran was signed up for today. He'd make this really interesting. What with their altercation earlier, and their relatively close power levels. There was only one student the Martian secretly hoped hadn't showed up today. She might be out sick. Or in a coma from a car accident. Maybe she upped and left the school for good; that'd be the best news S'tann had heard all year.

Then she walked through the doors to the A.R Center.

Nora Norwich.

Oh god in heaven. S'tann floated away from the front of the center, nuzzling himself into a corner behind a group of conversing students. He tried to play it off as cool; like he didn't really care what was going on. He crossed his arms, shape shifting into his human form to make himself appear smaller. S'tann thought of himself as pretty brave. He'd throw down with Sinestro any day of the week. He'd face Black Adam head on. Hell, Legacy wouldn't flinch if someone told him he'd be fighting Professor Zoom. He could handle them. But what he couldn't handle was fire; especially black fire. He'd rather take on Superman than that girl.

Maybe she'd trip and kill herself.

Yeah, let's hope for that.

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| NAME: |

Sage Gordon

| ALIAS: |

Iron Bat

| AGE: |

19

| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |

Costume/Armor

Super Strength: The Iron Bat suit is designed to allow the pilot to go toe-to-toe with even the strongest villains of Gotham City. It can physically tangle with the likes of Killer Croc, Bane and occasionally even Solomon Grundy. It's maximum deadlift is somewhere around 9 tons.

Super Durability: When faced with incredibly well-armed gangs and increasing numbers of metahumans, the Gotham Police Department needs an edge. Something to tank the criminals' firepower without pause. The Iron Bat uses a combination of carbon nanotube technology and advanced titanium alloys for armor, coated in high electron radiation to increase the tensile strength. The suit can take direct hits from RPGs, armor piercing bullets and a fully-Venomed Bane.

Gadgets:

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Technician: While he's no Julian Luthor, Sage knows his way around technology. Especially the Iron Bat. He hasn't mastered controlling the suit but he knows more than most of the engineers who had a hand in designing and building it. His hacking and repair skills are acceptable; though they leave much to be desired when compared to the school's geniuses and prodigies.

Quick Learner: Gordon is know for his uncanny ability to learn something the first time he's read it or seen it.

Detective: Being the son of Batgirl and grandson of Gotham's Police Commissioner lent Sage to a life of detective work. He's good at spotting the small details, examining the most inconspicuous things for clues. There's always room for improvement, however.

Basic Police Training: Including marksmanship classes, hand to hand combat, working a crime scene, and knowledge of the law.

| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |

Hacking: The Iron Bat suit contains a formidable firewall, but nothing a master hacker couldn't find his way around. If the Iron Bat is compromised, Sage is forced to reboot the suit. The reboot process takes roughly five minutes; during that time the hacker has complete run of the Iron Bat's automated piloting system.

Electromagnetic Pulse: Again, the suit was designed with a basic defense against EMP assaults, but lacks the fortitude to stand up against the highest tech disabling weapons on the market. Sage has to manually restart the batteries when this occurs. To do this, Sage must leave his suit and tinker with the back of the Iron Bat, leaving him exposed to enemy attack for a number of crucial minutes as he rushes to repair the damage done.

Normal Human: Sage Gordon is no Superman. He's no Batman; he's not even comparable to Crosshairs. He's a completely normal person. His athletic ability is below the peak of human potential, his marksmanship is underwhelming next to Green Arrow or Deadshot and his detective skills are overshadowed by the likes of Tim Drake and Dick Grayson. He's so overwhelmingly average. The only thing that sets Sage apart is his suit; which frustrates him to no end. He's nothing but his father's costume. His legacy.

| SAMPLE POST: |

-At minimum, two paragraphs showing your character in action and displaying their personality. This can be a portion of their backstory or just a random scene of your choosing.

| NOTES: |

Sage doesn't like being overshadowed by his family name, so he rarely tells people his last name.
He focuses heavily on his studies, determined to become his "own man."
Stress has put a hamper on Sage's usually bright personality; he's recently decided that he needs to fin some way to relieve the stress of school
Inherited the now-retired Iron Bat suit from the GCPD
Sage enjoys reading manga

Staring Back with Chrome Eyes [Vampire Hunting/Cyberpunk]

This definitely caught my interest. I'm assuming your accepting new character sheets, yes?

I feel skipped over. :(

All-Star Marvel: Audax Mundus Novus - Season 1 (Completed)

NAME: Steven Rogers/Captain America

MORALITY: Hero

AFFILIATION: The United States of America, SHIELD, eventually Avengers

ORIGIN:

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Steven Rogers was born on July 04, 1920. His parents were immigrants from Ireland, who had fled to the United States of America to escape the potato famine there. Steve's parents drilled into their son the characteristics of honor, loyalty, justice and courage. They taught Steve to be brave in the face of any danger. Rogers was raised to see the best in himself and others, always going the extra mile to make a friend or stand up for what he believed in. As Steve grew older, he tried his hand at sports. But he wasn't very athletic at all; he was often described as a twig with arms. He couldn't build any sort of muscle despite all his hard work and he seemed destined to be skinny and weak for the rest of his life. He was regularly the target of bullying, both physical and verbal. Steve fought back when he could but mostly had to ignore the constant picking of other kids. Rogers relied on his friends Arnie Roth and Duvid Fortunov for protection when the gangs and thugs came around looking to mess with Steve. The threesome were known for getting in brawls with other groups of kids, regularly picking fights with the local scum to protect less capable kids.

It quickly became apparent to anyone looking that Steven Rogers possessed a noble heart and a fierce fighting spirit, even if he routinely got his butt beat.

Knowing he had no future in athletics (as he had one desired), Steve Rogers majored in fine arts during college and proved himself to be an excellent artist.

The boy's life took a drastic change, however, when Nazi Germany invaded the neighboring country of Poland. The Axis forces swept like a tide over Western Europe and their atrocities struck a cord within Steve. He spent his days watching the newsreels and yearning to help Europe in their fight against this obvious evil. Eventually Steve grew tired of just watching the battle unfold and decided to sign up for the United States Army, sure that the U.S would join the war eventually. When Steve attempted to join the United States military, he was quickly rejected for being too physically weak and labelled a 4-F. Steve Rogers wanted with all his heart to join the Army and fight for his country; so he tried again. And again. Steve signed up for the military under two dozen different aliases, going so far as to change his hair and eye color and travel across his home state to different recruiting offices each time. Steve was puny and didn't even come close to passing the mandatory physical exam for induction, although he wanted with all his life to serve his country, he was rejected and stamped out.

One of the recruiters for Project: Rebirth working in Brooklyn caught wind of Steve's efforts and intercepted the determined man at one of the recruiting stations. The recruiter was looking for test subjects for the Super Soldier project; men who were willing to die for their country. When met Rogers, the recruiter was impressed by Steve's dedication and fervor. He convinced Steve to work with Project: Rebirth, promising Rogers that he would be able to do what he had set out to do: Stop the Nazis. The recruiter brought Steve to meet the staff in charge of Project: Rebirth. The staff included Abraham Erskine, Peggy Carter, General Patton, Howard Stark, and various others. The plan was to create the very first Super Soldier. They wanted a man who could single handedly turn the tide of the war in the favor of the Allies, whom they were (apparently) planning to help fight. This fact surprised the soon-to-be captain, since Pearl Harbor had yet to occur and Roosevelt seemed hellbent on staying out of World War II. Regardless, Steve went along with the program.

It took months of work but eventually Steven Rogers was changed into Captain America, a 6'2 240 pound spitting image of patriotism. His handlers went to work sculpting Steve into the perfect soldier. He was taught how to fight, how to lead and how to speak. He was gifted a shield made out of vibranium and adamantium that was completely indestructible and taught how to use it as a weapon.

Captain America, alongside the Howling Commandos, fought in Europe as a covert unit against the forces of the Third Reich. They targeted HYDRA, the terrorist organization created by Nazi spymaster Baron Von Strucker and led by the infamous Red Skull. The Howling Commandos sabotaged HYDRA facilities at every turn, with the captain and Red Skull facing off in hand to hand many times and stalemating each other in every fight. It was soon revealed that the Red Skull had been created using a combination of stolen Super Solider Serum plans as well as technology from the alien race called the Chitauri. Herr Kleiser, an SS officer, was actually a member of the Chitauri race and had provided Red Skull with the necessary enhancements to fight Captain America one-on-one. During one of Steve Roger's many battles against HYDRA and the Chitauri, Henrich Zemo is killed by one of the Howling Commandos. Bucky Barnes is introduced to Steve via General Patton and the two quickly hit it off. Bucky joins the Howling Commandos as they try to put a stop to the German war machine before it tramples over the final bastions of European resistance. Arnim Zola, a Nazi scientist working with the Chitauri to produce an army of bio-mechanical soldiers, is defeated by Bucky and Captain America and imprisoned in the United States until modern times.

Near the end of the war, the Nazis were beginning to grow desperate. Johann Schmidt kidnapped Albert Einstein and various other members of Project Manhattan and forced them to build a nuclear weapon for HYDRA. Nick Fury caught wind of the plan and sent the Howling Commandos along with a battalion of tanks led by General Patton to overtake the castle from which the missile was to be launched. Captain America and Bucky battled Herr Kleiser and the Red Skull to a standstill. It seemed the Captain and his sidekick were going to win the day; that is, until Herr Kleiser fired off the nuclear weapon, aimed directly at Washington, D.C. Captain America, without a second thought, leaped onto the back of the missile and rode it into the sky. Red Skull quickly followed, the two super soldiers battling precariously over the Atlantic Ocean on top of a nuclear explosive that could level an entire city. Steve disabled the nuke, but in the scramble to do so slipped off the side of the nuke and fell into the freezing waters below. He watched as Red Skull was engulfed by the flames of the bomb.

As he sunk to the bottom of the ocean, all Cap could think about is how much he'd miss Peggy. He'd always meant to ask her out; but with the war and all, he'd never had the time. At least Red Skull would die with him, right?

POWERS/ABILITIES:

Super Soldier Serum

The Super Soldier Serum is a chemical compound of unknown makeup created by Doctor Abraham Erskine and Doctor Koch. The serum, on its own, develops the human body to the pinnacle of its potential; effectively creating the peak of humankind. But the original Super Soldier creation process did not only involve injection of the super solider serum but also bombardment by the mysterious radiation known only as Vita Rays. The mixture of Vita radiation and the serum compound enhances the subject to superhuman levels. The immune system, muscle growth, bone density and nervous system are all raised to seemingly impossible levels of efficiency. The third step of the process accelerates the serum's multiplication at the cellular level, stabilizing the compound and reducing the likelihood of adverse side effects. The first step of the SSP is highly classified and documentation is incomplete but available for SHIELD's use. The second step, involving the Vita Rays, was never well-documented in the first place; the majority of papers written on the existence of Vita Rays were destroyed when Heinz Kruger assassinated Abraham Erskine. The third step of Project: Rebirth is entirely unknown; researchers speculate that only Koch and Erskine knew of the third step. The full Super Soldier Process has only been used on a handful of individuals, with even fewer surviving into modern times.

Super Strength: Project: Rebirth gifted Captain America with much sturdier bones and muscles. During the war, it wasn't uncommon to see Steve pry a tank's cannon from its turret. There are numerous eye witness accounts of Steve Rogers lifting a full-blown Sturmgeschütz III over his head and slamming it into the ground with enough force to smash it to bits. He has the strength to casually throw around motorcycles and small cars, tear apart jeeps with his bare hands, and throw his shield hard enough to slice solid steel. His time in the ice has greatly weakened his underutilized muscles and bones, temporarily dropping his insane strength to Spider-Man levels.

Super Speed/Reflexes: Steve Rogers possesses top speeds comparable to an automobile. During the Second World War, he often raced against various tanks and jeeps while on base for the amusement of the troops. Veterans were quoted as saying that Captain America "Once chased down a Cheetah and caught it for dinner" while on tour in Northern Africa. This same speed translates into how quickly Cap can react. He regularly blocks hails of bullets with his shield, dodges oncoming tank shells and on one occasion allegedly caught a bullet in flight.
Having been frozen at subzero temperatures for decades has slowed down Steve's speed and reflexes significantly.

Super Endurance/Disease Immunity/Healing Factor: Captain America's body does not produce as many fatigue toxins as a normal human, and thus is able to operate at peak efficiency for hours on end. Steve is impervious to gas attacks and poisons of any kind. His body is naturally resistant to all sorts of diseases, including anthrax, HIV, small pox and every known nerve toxin on earth. His doctors described him as "unbreakable." In the same vain, his body's natural healing is boosted to such levels that bullet wounds heal themselves in hours. Knife wounds disappear in minutes. His immune system can overcome any infection. There isn't a bacteria on earth that his body can't obliterate, given a little bit of time.

Hyper Advanced Brain: One of Steve's most important enhancements was made to his brain. His memory is photographic. Drastically increased cognitive processing allows Steve to learn anything by merely observing and trying it for himself. His long-term memory is expanded, giving Cap room for more knowledge than any normal human. His brain's enhanced nature means that he can process information extremely fast, granting Steve the uncanny power to 'see faster.' In essence, Captain America sees everything in slow motion, even objects moving faster than the speed of sound. This ability is what gives Steve his tactical genius and lets him calculate his shield's ricochets in less than a second.

Learned Abilities

Advanced Martial Artist: Captain America is an expert martial artist. He has developed his own fighting style that utilizes moves from Judo, American boxing, Taekwondo, Akido, Karate, Ju-jitsu, pressure points and various other disciplines. The focal point of this style is Steve's shield but he is able to adapt it just fine to unarmed combat. His advanced cognitive processing and memory are to thank for his quick learning and development in battle.

Superior Tactician and Strategist: A natural leader even before the Super Soldier procedure, Steve is a capable tactician. He has spent years learning the strategies of past generals and leaders. But all the studying in the world doesn't matter when the bullets start to fly. Most men buckle under the pressure of combat; but Captain America is not most men. He'll admit that he can't think nearly as well in a tent a hundred miles from the front as he can in the trenches with explosions rocking the battlefield around him. He's proven himself time and again a master of squad-based warfare, taking down much larger enemy forces with minimal resources and manpower using only his strategic mind.

Charismatic Orator: Much like his tactical mind, the Captain was a powerful speaker before he had been enhanced. After becoming the famed Captain America, Steve was taught by the best of the best how to communicate to the masses. He was shown the intricacies of diplomacy and inspiration. He knows how to to sway the opinions of almost anyone with little more than words.

Sample Story Arcs:

Second Coming of the Red Skull: The Red Skull returns! He's back, and deadlier than ever. But how did he return? What does he want? The stakes are almost as high as they were in the final days of World War II as the Red Skull attempts to resurrect the Fourth Reich and bring America to its knees.

The Chitauri Invasion: Herr Kleiser and the Chitauri appear once more, now with an army of shape shifting aliens bent on revenge against Captain America and the entirety of earth. Connections between the Skrulls and the Chitauri become prevalent as Cap investigates the aliens' return, and tries to find a way to defeat them.

Man Out of Time: This is more of an ongoing story than a single arc. Steve Rogers finds himself in a world unlike the one he had left. He suffers from culture shock as he attempts to meld into modern society and reconnect with past friends and allies.

Death of Captain America: I want to do this one eventually. I'll keep it on the hush hush for now.

Sample Post: Do I have tooooo? I'll do one eventually. I just want to get the sheet up for now.

All-Star Marvel: Audax Mundus Novus - Season 1 (Completed)

You guys still accepting?

@HenryJonesJr

I believe so.