Glad we're all excited! Okay guys, after Supes wakes up I want everyone to meet up in Metropolis for their next post. As in everyone is together and ready to storm Brainiac's ship.
It might take more than one post for everyone to get together.
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“They will regret crossing her, but she will regret pursuing them so much more.”
| Identity |
Ava Ayala / White Tiger
| Origin & Backstory |
2005-2006: The Tiger of the Bronx
The story of the White Tiger begins with the first one to supposedly don the name and costume. Hector Ayala was a nursing student at Empire State University when he found himself in the possession of The Amulet of the Jade Tiger after stumbling on the scene of a grizzly crime in his neighborhood. The scene was dark as two bodies laid in the street, one of them ending up being the elderly Lin Sun— as Hector came to stabilize his wounds he told Hector a phrasing that he wouldn’t quite understand until much later: “For each is born anew, the tiger’s son.” As Lin Sun drifted to his death Hector found he had been given an amulet in his hand shaped of the head of a tiger and made of jade. Failing to save the man’s life and with ambulance on its way, he felt something within the amulet that he would only discover in the succeeding days as the deity within spoke obscurely through to him in his sleep and he found himself stronger, quicker, and with a seemingly endless stream of energy. At first he wasn’t sure what to make of it—but when his younger brother resurfaces as a corpse after meddling with The Jackson Corporation, the medical student decides to take the lead of the heroes of the past and present and use the amulet to protect his family and neighbors within the Bronx so it would never happen again.
Hector was no detective, but the criminal activities around the Bronx was clear and whilst his brother found himself with the wrong types of people he did still have friends. Tracking down the “crowd” his brother ran with in high school he realized that the gang his brother was a part of was a fringe operation of the mysterious “Corporation” as The Kingpin Syndicate had generally lacked much operations in The Bronx at this point rather focusing on Harlem at the time. This is where White Tiger armed in nothing but a hoody and a ski mask would eventually fight his first supervillain— Animus. The battle was long and fierce, one that the more experienced enemy had certainly had the edge on but in a mixture of surprise and celestial guidance it won out in Hector’s favor. In the shadows of the encounter was an injured photo-journalist by the name of Alexander Knox who would be the one to remark on the ferocity of Hector as like that of a tiger and would be the one to name Hector’s vigilante title: White Tiger. After defeating Animus, Hector discussed at length about the situation with the supposed criminal corporation and they shared notes which would foreshadow a long relationship between the vigilante and the reporter.
Despite uncovering that this criminal corporation was operating in the Bronx through a majority of smuggling, weapons distribution, and narcotics development—the newly named White Tiger hadn’t solved the murder of his dear brother completely yet. As his and Knox’s investigation continued they gathered a NYPD detective by the name of Nathaniel Byrd into their fold; eager to clean the streets of the unsaintly scum he found himself working the police angle and sharing non-essential information with the vigilante. These small tips would lead to the White Tiger decommissioning several of this corporations activities until they found themselves fed up and hired a hitman by the name of Gideon Mace to deal with him and to “send a message” to anybody else who could be inspired by this Tiger of the Bronx. Used to tracking military criminals and legal dodgers, Mace tracks White Tiger to his home and makes the connection between the Hispanic vigilante to his family & friends. The end of White Tiger’s first year against crime ends with the death of his parents in front of his sister, Ava Ayala. White Tiger arrives in time to stop his sister from joining his parents and a fight ensues between him and Mace—resulting in Mace being apprehended by Detective Byrd in the end.
Taking the guardianship of his sister and graduating from ESU, Hector realizes he needs employment to properly take care of his sister. Knowing such he ends up working at a small clinic in the Bronx as he continues his war on crime at night as he looks for justice for his parent’s execution under the orders of the corporation. After defeating Animus the year before, the criminal faction seemed to increase its manpower as it hired more specialists to oversee operations and specifically “deal” with White Tiger if he crossed their path. This would put Hector at odds with villains such as Kickback, Constrictor, Kangaroo, and Veil. In-between investigating the obscure criminal activities of the corporation Hector also had to deal with the mundane street crime of his city such as the expansion of the Golden Dragons Triad.
As time teetered on more pieces of the puzzle fell in place due to the investigative skills by Alexander Knox, Nathaniel Byrd, and the White Tiger. However the truth is larger than any of them could expect as the criminal network behind the strife they had been facing is the legitimate business of The Jackson Corporation led by the inner circle of entrepreneur Curtiss Jackson, politician Eugene Stivak, and prodigal scientist Dr. Karlin Malus. Attacking their main facility as Knox prepares an exposé, the White Tiger decides to damage their infrastructure whilst Detective Byrd gathers a warrant for a raid on their “legal” headquarters. The rest becomes history as the influence of The Jackson Corporation is wiped out from The Bronx—however, taking out one criminal faction leaves the borough open for entrance by other more dangerous elements…
2007-2009: Reign of the Tiger
The next three years proved good for The Bronx as Hector continued to look after it, coming at odds with various criminal factions ranging from the Golden Dragons Triad to smaller groups and gangs. At home, Hector began to instruct his sister in self-defense using his knowledge of martial arts from the amulet as a medium to do so. Unlike other superheroes Hector was always straight with his sister, never hiding his secrets from her—believing that outside of their cousin that they were the only family they had left so by proxy secrets were pointless and toxic. However, in the fall of 2009 all of this would all collapse when the amulet Hector held ultimately costs him his life.
Seeking to progress their goals and believing The Bronx’s vigilante to be in possession with the amulet they have been seeking for years, The Cult of Khan rears its head into the New York borough and attack Hector Ayala at his home as he is eating dinner with his sister. He is killed, much like his predecessor was and states the same chant that he had heard on his first day to preserve the Jade Tiger. Ava Ayala succeeds her brother as the wielder of the Jade Tiger. In the aftermath, guardianship of Ava goes to her cousin- a SHIELD agent and Bronx native. However, Ava would not forget what she had seen or what she had been gifted with; the retribution of the tiger would be swift. But she would not know in her anger what she had really gotten involved into as the surviving members of the clan who killed her brother report back to their master...
| Attributes |
The Amulet of the Jade Tiger – Removed from it's sacred temple, the legendary amulet is linked to a celestial spirit that resides in K’un Lun. Whilst imbuing the user with the unique chi of the Jade Tiger and knowledge of martial arts it also grants the attributes of a tiger to the user such as smell, reflexes, agility, and strength. It is said as a link direct to the jade tiger itself it can also be seen when used in unison with other fragments can serve as a gateway to K’un Lun which is more dangerous than the abilities the Jade Tiger grants through their sacred amulet.
Hand-to-Hand Combat – Despite the benefit of being the holder of an amulet of power, Ava has been mentored in martial arts previously by her brother, leading up to his death. This made the transition to using the powers of the amulet more cohesive for her.
Intelligence – While not a genius intelligence, Ava is quite astute and is dedicated to understanding more about the world and other cultures; perhaps due to her dual interests in her own culture and that the Jade Tiger originates from.
Meditation – In order to keep the precious balance of the amulet’s power and her own state of mind, Ava has been known to be adept at meditation, for if she did not find her “center” then the chances of the animistic natures of the Jade Tiger could end up corrupting her.
Physical Conditioning – Despite being a teenager, it is wise for Ava to keep her body dieted and exercised; for if it isn’t the amulet can put massive strain on the body.
| Character Notes |
| Character Goals |
The depth of plans go beyond me simply wanting to do “White Tiger” stuff, which I imagine would be a main concern. But what I have in mind here is a character that I’ve taken a lot of time looking into that whilst I’m fairly new to feel like giving a non-Avengers Academy origin by taking nods to several incarnations including the less than stellar animated series that actually introduced me to this particular identity of the White Tiger in Ava Ayala. Stories that I intend to tell will vary from a very vital plot that brings New York together in the form of The Defenders, her origin story which has massive tie-in material to our Iron Fist-centric lore, crime-fighting in the Bronx and continuing a legacy instilled by her elder brother, and of course shenanigans that fall somewhere inbetween.
| Sample Post |
I can still remember the night where my little idyllic life in The Bronx fell into the shadows of the darkest pits of misery; the night where my brother, Hector, was taken from not only from me but this world. It makes me so utterly angry to the point there is so much hate and rage that I don’t know what to do as I can feel it festering in my stomach like a disease. Hector had always told me that hatred was like a disease, and I understand that now firsthand as I feel it. But what is the cure for such an emotional disease? Every instinct I have in my body tells me the answer, and I’m not sure my brother would agree… no, he would definitely not; because the answer I feel in my bones is taking what has been done upon me and striking out at those who have wronged me – an eye for eye. But where would my brother to disagree with how I feel? He brought down an entire criminal faction that was poisoning The Bronx over a family matter. This is the same; I can feel it in my heart.
What is more legitimate than what is in the heart?
As I think this I reach to my belt, retrieving something from one of the pouches; my eyes gaze downward.
“We looked so happy then.”
I can feel my eyes tear a little beneath the mask, but now is not the time to break— there will never be another time again. Weakness is why I am standing on the edge and Hector is with our parents. If I could’ve been stronger I could’ve stopped that man from striking the last injury my brother received. But that was then and this is now; the people who did this to me and my family will pay and they will receive their vicious justice, I will make sure of that.
I flip the photo back where I retrieved it from, my eyes narrowing in the darkness of the night.
I will find the shadow who escaped me, I will find out who sent him, and I will see justice served by my hands. I don’t know how I will achieve these goals but I know I will, there is no question about this, there is no answer in the universe that will tell me I will not or can not; such things would fall upon deaf ears. The only clue I have is small and my brother’s small logbook of contacts suggest I talk to one Alexander Knox for information going forward; which is exactly what I will do. There is much in-between my current location and Knox’s place of employment, and I have been craving on dealing with the criminals of The Bronx. Is it an outlet? Probably; but it is also my responsibility since donning the attire of my late brother and I will continue his legacy as the White Tiger.
The fight continues, as they say.
Okay, I believe I fit everything into my CS that people needed of me. Let me know if I missed anything.
http://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/2560593
Reading it over.
EDIT: I see no issues with it (other than explaining why Copycat isn't on the current team; I mean Wade Wilson had cancer and was put on leave of duty before disappearing so that makes sense). So unless Andy or Sloth have reservations you can transfer it over to the approved characters tab.
Yeah, I understood it as an objective question; I just tried to (poorly) voice that I have confidence in the game and that we should remember to be patient and see it out.
This RP dead?
Jumping that shark is a bit impatient and presumptuous, isn't it? I mean as others have said; advanced isn't a freeway of posts like casual/free tend to be due to us understanding about real world responsibilities, time constraints, and so forth.
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I'll get writing as soon as I get home later today. I thought your post was paced fine by the way. I like your dynamic between Kent and Nabu.
@Nightrunner of course I appretiate you. Glad to have you back! I'm just glad most everybody stayed after I disappeared.
That’s one thing about having a loyal group in advanced; the timeline of the posts/activity doesn’t matter, we all know responsibilities come first and we try to get posts in when we can.
“You do realize you basically just told Batman to happily screw off, right? Why did you do that?!”
Kent Nelson was not in control of his own body, well mostly not in control of his own body— he still felt it if a robot punched the extravagantly dressed torso of his, he still sort of had a sense of environment, but he was still very very much not the person talking or expunging killer robots with giant golden beams of magical death. But as much as he felt like some sort of super-puppet-avatar thing he knew Nabu’s zeal was not pointless, though he didn’t quite exactly agree that visiting Gotham and spewing feces all over its protector was a good idea; sure, Nabu didn’t literally lift his trousers and do the deed but he may as well had. The Caped Crusader had grumbled and glared, not appreciate their encroachment before they left so conveniently in a golden flash.
It still… well, it made him nervous. Batman definitely did not look like the kind of person you wanted to aggravate and he could feel that Nabu’s words would bite him personally in the ass in due time. There was no need to burn bridges by talking down to other similar super-powered beings.
“No such action was done.”
Nabu’s mental reply held a sense of certainty, but then again this was a “greater” being from another plane of existence, so it was a bit hard to argue with that. Though the counter-point of him not being human remotely ever came to mind – and he dreaded what Gotham’s protector could be thinking right now at this moment as the gold light that caused them to vanish faded thus finishing Nabu's teleportation spell.
“Maybe not. But we need to talk about your etiquette if you are going to be using my body to do stuff.”
Nabu didn’t reply, perhaps as indication that he did not disagree. Moving on, Kent Nelson found himself partially relieved he didn’t continue to have a long debate with someone who basically was controlling his body. Looking through his eyes Kent observed where they had been transported to and the glimmering shine of white skyscrapers and idyllic architecture suggested only one other place that he was familiar of in modern society: Metropolis. It certainly made sense given the exchange between Gotham’s protector and the omnipotent being that currently controlled his body that they would make way to Metropolis— heck, even without the suggestion by Batman it was pretty obvious even to Kent that the bulk of the damage and the epicenter of trouble was in Metropolis itself; which was why they were here to stop said trouble at the center of it by aiding the famed Man of Steel.
“So what’s the plan, Nabu?”
There was a silence as Nabu looked about the surroundings once more, as if processing information that Kent couldn’t see himself.
“We aid the hero of this domain and formulate a plan to stop this invasion thus securing this world’s fate.”
“Right.”
Holding out his arm, the form of Doctor Fate decided the best action of advancing would to be cast a spell to get a grasp on the location of the fallen hero of Metropolis— this sort of foresight was pretty vibrant to the mind of the host, but Nabu had picked Kent Nelson as his host and avatar for a reason; despite his utterly foolish demeanor and attitude he had quite an enduring will and strength alongside of having the right sort of moral disposition. Still… it left a heck of an exhausting sensation that Kent wasn’t a fan of and with Nabu in control of his body he couldn’t quite pop a few Sidonis meds and call it a day.
As expected, the spell sent a shock through Kent Nelson’s brain as Nabu completely ignored whatever impact it had as he moved the hand down and began to levitate in the air—speaking mentally to the pretty much helpless archaeologist he was inhabiting.
“I have located Superman.”
If Kent was in control of his body he would’ve probably cocked a smirk with his sarcastic remark.
“Well, that’s dandy.”
As the form of the synthesis of Nabu and Kent Nelson moved forward it seemed that their presence was detected by the local synthetic population—thus putting a halt on their advanced to continue their plan of “help Superman and save the day”.
“Neutralize specimen: Homo Magi.”
“Homo whatsit?”
Kent’s thoughts jumped as the form of Doctor Fate waved his hand aggressively before him—sending a giant arc of golden energy into the mob of synthetics. These synthetics were either more prepared than the ones in Gotham, had adapted to the magic Fate wielded, or Nabu hadn’t put the entirety of his zeal into his spell— either way, Nabu didn’t feel the physical consequences of fighting things like this… Kent Nelson did; and he was not eager to have his body attacked by physical force from metallic skeletons even with the sort of superhuman endurance Nabu granted him during their Doctor Fate synthesis.
FWOOM!
“Perish!”
Nabu sent out another more direct blast—focusing energy into one direct destruction school spell such as the one he used individually against the synthetics in Gotham; apparently the arc spell was more to give them some spacing between their enemies… good. As this spell hit one of the six synthetic drones it did as it did before— putting it out of commission so to speak. However, there was still five drones in front of them— and without a Batman or Green Lantern to distract them they all began to swarm the singular mystical superhero; one of them going so far to tackle Doctor Fate in mid-air.
Kent Nelson knew this was the part that was going to suck and hurt.
However… little did the synthetics or Fate realize that the supposedly “fallen” Man of Steel in the rubble nearby was stirring; and likely very unhappy.
EDIT: Posted, and we can work on that Superman post ASAP! Mostly on you, though.
Feel like I didn't properly pace my post, though.
Feel like I didn't properly pace my post, though.
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Don't wait on me to progress every scene. I've mentioned before I want this RP's plot to be one big, equally-contributed group story where no one's piggy-backing on anyone else to follow the main story. You can always set-up your own story as well; there's no reason why you can't progress into a new scene by yourself, or introduce some new sub-plot that affects everyone. There's still a lot about your character, other characters and The Towers that hasn't been explained or explored yet.
I get this, but its important for time to be cohesive and not inconsistent as well; that's what I mean by like pacing and progression - we can't have like John A progressing his plot to nighttime while John B is still in the early morning.
@Gowi
It's not creativity in general so much as not being able to write anything for one specific character. I wish it were that easy, haha.
I know you can do it!
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