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“No one can confidently say that he will still be living tomorrow.” – Euripides





| IDENTITY: |
  • Slade Wilson
  • Deathstroke

| ALIGNMENT: |
Chaotic Neutral

| AFFILIATION: |
TBD

| HISTORY: |

| SUPPORTING CAST: |
Supervillain Associates

Friends and Allies

Enemies & Rivals

| DIFFERENCE FROM SOURCE MATERIAL: |

| REFERENCES: |
#1: Green Arrow: Hawke, part one.
#2: Green Arrow: Hawke, part two.
#3: Green Arrow: Hawke, part three.
#4: The Flash... cooks some breakfast?







| IDENTITY: |
  • Miles Morales
  • Spider-Man (II)

| ALIGNMENT: |
Neutral Good

| AFFILIATION: |
TBD

| HISTORY: |
Jefferson Davis met Rio Morales at his physical therapist’s office in the great borough of Brooklyn, New York. Now, you can call it whatever you want – sappy, stupid, cliché – but the fact of the matter is, it was love at first sight. The moment he laid eyes on her, he knew that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. And so, after much time spent debating whether or not it was a good idea, Jefferson came to the conclusion that he should ask her out on a date. And so he did.

The first date became the second. The second became the third. The third, the fourth. Before they knew it, they’d moved in together. After two months of knowing each other, they got married.

Talk about moving fast.

On the 3rd of August, 2002, they were given the greatest gift they could ever imagine: their son, Miles. Living in a small apartment in the sunny side of Brooklyn, Jefferson and Rio watched as their little boy grew into the slightly bigger boy they always wanted him to be. He was smart, thoughtful, resourceful; every bit his parents’ son. There was no way they could love him any more than they already did. But despite all his great qualities, they were saddened to see him struggle with other kids. To them, he was nothing more than a geek. But lucky for him, there was another boy that happened to be ten times the nerdzoid he was: Ganke Lee, legophile and proud. They soon became inseparable, and Jefferson and Rio couldn’t be happier.

The years sped by, and the family of three soon found themselves in a state of anxiety like no other. Miles, now aged thirteen, had applied for one of New York’s finest charter schools, Hawthorne Academy, and the day had arrived where he would find out if he’d been accepted. After sitting through a nerve-wracking admittance ceremony, he was relieved to find out that he was.

After celebrating with his parents at a nice little restaurant, Miles rushed over to his Uncle Aaron’s to give him the good news. Unbeknownst to him, a spider there awaited him, one that would change his life forever.

It bit him, and Miles, having fainted, then come to, then fainted again, was forevermore banned from visiting his uncle at the behest of his father.

Over the following two months, the young man discovered and then tested some nifty powers he’d gained courtesy of the spider, sharing the knowledge of his newfound gifts with Ganke. Ganke, as hyped as one could be, told Miles that he should become Spider-Man’s sidekick. Miles, being opposed to the idea, told Ganke that he should go stick it where ideas don’t stick. Months passed, and Miles was able to control the urge to use his powers – but eventually, all things must come to an end.

Walking along the streets of Brooklyn, he bore witness to a building in flames, the screams of its inhabitants shrill and urgent. The fire department was on its way, but the fire was getting worse and worse in their absence. He didn’t have a choice. Hoodie up, he leapt into the inferno, carrying the family that was stuck in there to safety, one by one. As the firemen arrived Miles left, using his powers to appear intangible as he crawled up to the rooftops, where he would remain unseen. Little did he know that keener eyes saw inconsistencies in the light, and through further concentration were able to make out his form in the daylight. And so Spider-Man followed him, having observed his heroics, seeking to have words with the now fourteen year-old.

After getting over the stutter initiated by seeing his idol in the flesh, Miles heard Spider-Man out, who hoped to convince him to continue using his powers for good. Before he left, the web-slinger imparted a saying to Miles that would stay with him forever:

“With great power comes great responsibility.”

Encourage by these words, Miles went back to his dorm with new vigour. Sewing together a costume with Ganke’s help, he took to the streets as New York’s second Spider-Man, hampered by a lack of webs but nonetheless making do.

A few weeks in to his new career, Miles ran into his first real problem as a superhero – and it came in the shape of his uncle, Aaron. Aaron explained how he was a criminal, and how it was him that stole the spider that bit Miles. More than that, however – he knew that Miles was the new Spider-Man. As Miles tried to recover from that shock, he went on to explain that he owed money to some very bad people, and that they wanted him, for lack of a better word, dead. He then gave Miles an ultimatum: help his dear old uncle get rid of the competition, or let Aaron tell his father, a deadset anti-superhero, that his son was the very thing he hates.

Given a day to mull things over, he let Ganke know of his dilemma, desperate for guidance. At midnight, he made his decision.

He refused his uncle’s offer, rain falling around them as they stood on a rooftop. Needless to say, Aaron didn’t take it very kindly. Wearing a suit made by the Tinkerer, he attacked Miles, their fight quickly spinning out of control as it spilled onto the street. Miles, determined to bring his uncle to justice, slowly gained the upper hand – but in a last ditch effort to escape, Aaron set off an explosion to escape, disappearing without a trace. He hasn’t been seen since.

It’s been a few months since then, and the superhero life is treating Miles well – at least, as well as it can treat a fourteen year-old. Nothing but the future knows what it holds for him. Here’s hoping that it’s bright.

| SUPPORTING CAST: |
Superhero Associates
??? / Spider-Man – The webbed wonder of New York, Miles has held Spider-Man in an idolised light ever since his debut. When Miles used his powers to save a family from a burning building, it was Spider-Man that recognised their similar abilities, and convinced Miles to continue using his powers for good.

Lana Baumgartner / Bombshell – A fellow student at Hawthorne Academy with a penchant for swearing, Lana moonlights as the teenage mutant hero, Bombshell. First meeting in costume, Miles immediately recognised her at Hawthorne, immediately trying to strike up a friendship with her. She is the closest thing he has to a friend within the superhero community.

Kamala Khan / Ms. Marvel – Inspired by her idol, Captain Marvel, Kamala uses her powers to protect Jersey City. Her and Miles have teamed up in the past to stop the villain, the Inventor.1

Kate Bishop / Hawkeye – Another attendee of Hawthorne Academy, Kate is secretly partners with the original Hawkeye, Clint Barton. They are currently unaware of each other’s costumed activities.1

Virgil Hawkins / Static Shock – Resident hero of the New York borough, Dakota, Virgil Hawkins was caught in the chaos that was known as the “Big Bang”, giving him the powers of electrokinesis. He and Miles have crossed paths in the past, going as far as partnering up to foil a robbery.1

Friends and Allies
Jefferson Davis – Formerly of the NYPD, Jefferson is Miles’ father. He is strongly against vigilante activity of any kind, mutant or not.

Rio Morales – Miles’ mother, Rio is unlike Jefferson in the fact that she wholeheartedly believes in superheroes and what they stand for.

Ganke Lee – Miles’ roommate and best friend, Miles has known Ganke since primary school. He is the only person Miles has willingly shared his identity with.

Judge – Miles’ roommate and friend.

Enemies & Rivals
Aaron Davis / Prowler – Miles’ uncle, Aaron is the bridge over which Miles’ powers found their way to him. Moonlighting as a career criminal, he makes his money as the burglar known as Prowler; a choice of life that has left his brother, Jefferson, bitter. After stealing the spider that gave Miles his abilities, he saw his nephew as indebted to him; in his eyes, Miles owes him everything. An attempt at blackmailing Miles led to a rooftop battle against him, which ended in Aaron’s retreat.

Arthur Light / Doctor Light – A deranged criminal with photokinesis, Dr. Light is the persistent foe of a number of heroes.1

Marcus Lyman / Massacre – Caught in an attack that killed his wife and embedded shrapnel in his brain, Lyman lost the ability to feel human connection. With a new lease on life, he began taking on jobs as a mercenary – but not before targeting the man responsible for his misfortune.

1Pending approval from prospective players.
Enemies list subject to growth and change.

| DIFFERENCE FROM SOURCE MATERIAL: |
The only real difference from the source material here is the fact that Peter Parker isn’t dead. Instead, he serves as Miles’ idol, his guide in superheroics, and, eventually, his mentor. There are other minor differences, like the fact that Miles’ uncle didn’t die in their fight, but believe me when I say that they’ve been made for a purpose. Other than that, this is the Miles as seen in the comics (both Ultimate and his recent 616 run), who I hope will be able to make as much of a mark on this world as Eddie’s Peter.

| REFERENCES: |
#1: Green Arrow: Hawke, part one.
#2: Green Arrow: Hawke, part two.
#3: Green Arrow: Hawke, part three.
#4: The Flash... cooks some breakfast?


Just to clarify what I said before, I don't mind this being set in the sixties, but I'd prefer it being modern day. Either way, cool.
If the majority wants this to be set in the Sixties, that's cool with me, even if I'm not familiar with the period (at all).
Yep. Interest.
(I don't know whether to do Green Arrow, Flash, or Spider-Man... Why do you do this to me?)


EARTH 2




GREEN ARROW



| IDENTITY |
  • Oliver Queen
  • Green Arrow


| ORIGIN & BACKSTORY |
1981-2004: Queen



2004-2009: Purgatory



2009-2012: Green Arrow



2012-2014: Speedy



2014-2015: Hawke



| ATTRIBUTES |
Archery | First and foremost of Oliver's abilities is his prowess with a bow and arrow. He can use anything from the most simple bows and arrows to complicated composite bows and trick arrows with full efficiency. Archery is like second nature to him, and many have said that his marksmanship is like that of a metahuman’s. He was happy to prove them wrong.

Swordsmanship | Taught by Natas, Oliver is an adept swordsman, though he rarely takes a blade into the field, instead practising his scales and techniques as a means to maintain physical and mental fitness.

Martial Arts | Receiving training from both Natas and Black Canary, Oliver has become a skilled martial artist. While not as capable as, say, Batman, he has proven on more than one occasion that he is more than able to hold his own.

Peak Human Conditioning | In order to survive on Lian Yu, Oliver had to push his body to the very limit, transforming it into a weapon. Most notable of his enhanced capabilities is his hand-eye coordination, many mistaking him for a metahuman purely due to his reflexes and eyesight.

Multi-Lingual | Oliver is fluent in multiple languages, taught Mandarin and Japanese by Natas, and having learnt Russian upon his return to Star City. Connor has also taught him snippets of Korean.

Acrobatics | A capable acrobat, Oliver often incorporates archery into his manoeuvres, pulling off seemingly impossible shots.
First of all, I want to apologise for disappearing for a while and leaving Vigilance and Corrigan out to dry. Things got hella crazy, and I'm sorry if I didn't give a sufficient heads up.

Anyways, interest. I'm thinking of a Green Arrow/Daredevil amalgamation (and it'd be really neat if I could find a nice little redesign for it). I might not be available too often, but we'll see. I can really only promise that if I have the time, I'll commit 100%.

But yeah. I'm interested to see what everyone comes up with!
Where'd all the other nerds go?

I'm still here, but pretty busy.
Sorry for the lack of posts, everyone. Life's a bitch. I'll try to get one up sometime soon, but no promises. It's getting hella busy over here.
A collab with @FacePunch.

Infirmary
October 31, 2025


<You're not on Mars. You didn't fail. You're okay.>
Mailsi


Those were the last words S'tann S'tonn could recall hearing. Since then, there has been only darkness. The Martian was busy enjoying the bliss of dreamless sleep; losing it was almost too much to bear. But S'tann felt himself compelled toward consciousness at breakneck speeds, unable to stop or slow down. So he braced himself for the crushing weight of reality. He feared awakening. He knew there would be consequences for what he had done. S'tann wasn't aware of what had occurred outside of his hallucination but he knew, based on his previous experiences like this one, that what came next sucked ass. S'tann wondered what had happened; what he was responsible for. He'd snapped. Probably at Andy. He could still picture the pyrokinetic as his body began to glow bright orange. He recalled in vivid detail the horrific pain Andrew had caused him. In any other context, S'tann would be pissed. But Andy had every right to defend himself. Legacy could have killed him with that blow. And it was partly S'tann's own fault that he was in this mess; he knew what fire could- would do to him. But S'tann S'tonn had convinced himself that it was all necessary.

But none of it was necessary.

The alien recalled his uncle's many teachings over the years. If only he'd applied a tenth of what J'onn had told his nephew over the years, S'tann wouldn't be the third most hated student on campus. He wouldn't be attacking the closest people he had to friends every time they jabbed at him. And he wouldn't be lying on this hospital bed, wired to a plethora of machines that monitored his foreign life signs. The Martian stirred. The light temporarily blinded him as he forced his eyelids open. S'tann glanced around the room and his initial suspicions were confirmed. This was, indeed, the infirmary. Something in the back of his mind wondered how many students he'd put in here with him. S'tann pushed the thought away as soon as it surfaced, determined to ignore the inevitable for as long as possible. His head felt like shit. He hadn't imagined getting punched in the face, that was for sure. S'tann attempted to sit up but his ribs' protests forbade movement for the time being. A sighed escaped his green lips as S'tann turned his head to the right. He was greeted by the sight of a floral wallpaper. The Martian adjusted his position and turned to the left and was immediately greeted by one of Andy's stupid smirks.

"Hey there, sleeping beauty," he said, his accent as grating as ever. "Good to see you're back in the land of the living."

That moron had ruined everything. S'tann didn't doubt that it had been Andy's fire that triggered the hallucinations. That was the only logical explanation for all of this. He'd made the Martian go berserk. He must have looked like a psychopath. Or an animal. Or both. Not that it mattered what S'tann looked like; if they hadn't all thought he was crazy before, they sure as hell would now. Any shred of credibility the Martian Boy had built up since the last incident was completely erased and now he was back at square one. Where the cosmos thought he belonged. Perhaps the universe was right. Perhaps he did belong here. Outcast, alone and totally out of his mind.

The Martian gave the most half-assed "I hate you." he could manage before looking away from the Australian. If Andy was paying attention to S'tann's eyes, he would've seen that S'tann was looking right past him. As if he was addressing someone else and not the candlestick who was to blame. "I hope you realize now why I don't like fire." S'tann said after awhile, his eyes glued to the ceiling fan. "You had to go and make it fucking difficult, didn't you? Couldn't leave good enough alone." He said quietly. "For the record, I didn't enjoy hitting you." S'tann looked back at Andy now. "I don't like punching down." The Martian allowed himself the briefest of smiles.

"Yeah, well, not everyone can stand at the towering height of five foot seven, dickhead," drawled Andy, laughing. "Those were some pretty good hits, y'know. You broke, like, four of my ribs. I'm lucky I didn't break my back, too." He reached up to rub the back of his head, winced from the pain, then gave up, resting his arm at his side. His eyes met S'tann's as he said, "I meant what I said, you know. Every bit of it. And for what it's worth... I'm sorry. It's my fault this ever happened. I shouldn't have provoked you."

"We both know that's bullshit." S'tann growled. "I'm as far from 'the best of us' as it can get." The Martian wrinkled in nose in disgust. As much as he hated to admit it, Andrew's words gave him pause. If he had half a mind to, S'tann would've pried the truth from Andy's putrid brain. But he didn't want to. He feared that Andy might, in fact, believe his own lies. "Don't be sorry. I'm the one who needs to apologize. I shouldn't of hit you; that would have killed a lesser man. Lucky for me, you humans are tougher than you let on."

"Now that you mention it, I am pretty tough," said Andy, his smirk ever present. With a lengthy grimace, he tried once more to place his hand behind his head. Succeeding, he moved on to his other hand, relaxing into his new position with a small groan. His smirk was now gone, replaced by a thoughtful expression, his eyes gazing up towards the ceiling. "I don't think you give yourself enough credit. You could easily be one of the greats if you just pull your finger out. I mean, I don't get it. Why bother with this 'I'm so much better than you' act if you don't actually believe it?"

"There's an old Martian proverb that was commonly called the 'Creed of the Manhunters.' It doesn't translate perfectly into English, but it basically says:

'My armor is contempt,
My shield isolation,
My sword is hatred."

S'tann paused to collect his thoughts before proceeding. "Ever since...Well. Ever since I left Mars, I've always wanted to be a Manhunter. I devoted my life to following the creed; even before I met J'onn, I was training myself to be one of them." The Martian chuckled. "Uncle J'onzz was nothing like I pictured a Manhunter to be. He was kind, loyal and forgiving. Just dripping with wisdom, ya know? He puzzled me for years. I had this desire so ingrained in my mind and then he comes along and screws with everything I believed. With every notion I'd ever had about Mars' finest. So one day I go up to J'onn and ask him about the creed. He tells me it isn't even authentic. The thing's a fuckin' fake! But I'd never been so convinced someone was wrong in my entire life. I decided to put the proverb before anything J'onn J'onzz, an actual, honest to God Manhunter, told me. Being the absolute dickhead that I am, I've kept with it. No idea why. But I have.

"And look where its gotten me. I'm basically the king of the world." S'tann spat sarcastically, his every word dripping with contempt and hatred."No doubt that doesn't answer your question. But its the best I've got."

"No, no, that just about explains it." Andy's eyes remained fixed to the ceiling. "You know, I get it. For as long as I can remember I've looked up to the Justice League. When I was little, I didn't want to be an astronaut, or a fireman, or a police officer, like most five year-olds do. I wanted to be a superhero." He sighed. "This was before my powers activated, mind you.

"I followed the League's adventures religiously. Where Mr. Perkins down the street was going on about our Lord and Saviour, I was preaching about the Big Seven. In my eyes, they were our saviours. I mean, where was this Jesus guy when Braniac came to invade us?

"So when I accidentally shot fire out of my hands and burned down my school's library (it was empty), I was ecstatic. I could finally take the next step in following my dreams. I was fourteen, and I took to the streets, only to realise that I had absolutely no idea what I was doing. I was useless. No matter how hard I tried, how many boxing lessons I took, all I did every time I pulled on a hoodie was nearly get myself, and other people, killed. My parents found out, and before I knew what was happening I was here... at the Justice League Academy. I found myself desperately trying to live up to the names of the people I'd spent so long worshipping like gods. It didn't take long for crushing disappointment to crash down on top of me when I realised that I wouldn't be able to do that. I guess that's when I figured there's no harm in being a clown. I mean, if you can't hope to be the hero you've always dreamt of becoming, why bother taking it seriously?

"I think that's why you frustrated me so much. You have everything going for you, and yet it kept looking like you were happy to just throw it all away."

"I was following my dream." S'tann explained. "No matter who or what stood in my way. Something you could learn from." The comment held no scorn for Andrew; in fact, The Martian appeared sympathetic. "What makes you think you can't become one of the best? The only thing stopping you is yourself. Your powers are just as amazing as mine, Andy. Perhaps even greater; but you can only learn to harness them if you commit to it. It won't be easy. In fact, it will be the hardest thing you'll ever choose to do. But if you train? If you dedicate your time and energy to becoming something more than some clown? It will be worth it. I can promise you that. If you don't, though..." S'tann paused, his visage becoming grim. "There's no point in staying at Corrigan. You'd be better off going home and spending the rest of your life moping on your mom's couch."

"I believe we can help each other, Andrew. I'll show you how to live up to your potential; how to become something more. And you can teach me to be less of an asshole." The Martian extended his hand across the room using his powers, offering it to Andy. "Deal?"

Andy spent a good while looking at S'tann, as if trying to figure him out. Eventually he smiled, satisfied, extending his hand with grunt, clasping the Martian's. "Deal."
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