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| Name and Alias |
Wallace Rudolph "Wally" West // Kid Flash
| Age |
16
| Powers and Abilities |
Wally is a conduit of the Speed Force, an extra-dimensional energy so named by the Flashes before him, Jay Garrick and Barry Allen. While its exact nature is a mystery, its immediate effects are obvious: it gives its conduits the ability to bend physics in such a way that they become speedsters, able to move at inhuman speeds in both mind and body.
| Origin and Backstory |
Wallace Rudolph West was born to Rudolph and Mary West in the small town of Blue Valley, Nebraska. His relationship with his father was strained, and while he was close with his mother, if you asked him he’d say that he was closest to his Aunt Iris growing up. His trips to visit her in Central City were among his fondest memories, and that wasn’t just because of the time he got to spend with her. Her fiancé, Barry Allen, was a pretty cool dude too, and Wally got along with him much better than he did with “Rudy”. And then there was the Flash.
Wally idolised the guy. And the Flash that came before him, the one called Jay Garrick? His hero. So imagine his delight when he found out that not only was Barry the Flash, but that he knew Jay, too. He was… he was excited.
Life went on. Wally adjusted to the fact that his uncle was a superhero. The new became the status quo. And then lightning struck.
Wally was a freakin’... Wally was fast.
He’s been Kid Flash for two years now. He and Barry get along great. Him and ol’ Rudy? Not so much. He has friends, too. He’s catching up with them soon. Nothing exciting. Just a pizza. And some aliens.
Wally idolised the guy. And the Flash that came before him, the one called Jay Garrick? His hero. So imagine his delight when he found out that not only was Barry the Flash, but that he knew Jay, too. He was… he was excited.
Life went on. Wally adjusted to the fact that his uncle was a superhero. The new became the status quo. And then lightning struck.
Wally was a freakin’... Wally was fast.
He’s been Kid Flash for two years now. He and Barry get along great. Him and ol’ Rudy? Not so much. He has friends, too. He’s catching up with them soon. Nothing exciting. Just a pizza. And some aliens.
| Summary of Version Differences |
Mostly the same, with some big differences under the surface that I'll hopefully get to show off.
P R E M I S E:
The Sparks is the defence mechanism.
The Sparks has the authority to take action to restore the balance.
J E N N Y S P A R K S
J E N N I F E R M E I S P A R K S ♦ F O R M E R L Y ██████████ ♦ L O C A T I O N U N K N O W N
C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:
To wake, and know
your heart sinks
dark and heavy,
hardening into stone...
Slowly the sea lifts its waves,
slowly the trees turn red in the gorge,
slowly the fires begin to lap in hell,
slowly the truth dawns...
O L A V H . H A U G E
your heart sinks
dark and heavy,
hardening into stone...
Slowly the sea lifts its waves,
slowly the trees turn red in the gorge,
slowly the fires begin to lap in hell,
slowly the truth dawns...
O L A V H . H A U G E
Jenny Sparks is sick of letting the world pass her by. So many years on this Earth, and what has she actually done? What has she achieved? Nothing. All she has to her name is a past she’s not proud of, the uncertainty of what she is, and the question of what she’s been brought here to do. She spends her days drinking and smoking her annoyingly long life away, doing nothing, achieving nothing. Being nothing. She reckons it’s about time she changed that.
Stryfe was an eye-opener. Watching America’s superheroes rally to defend the innocent made her realise something... they were doing it wrong. They’re disorganised, messy, reactionary. A far cry from the heroes they no doubt wanted to be. The world’s in a precarious place now, and shit could hit the fan at any second. It needs saving. But when the help you’ve got is just going to make things worse, what’s left for you to do?
Well, that’s easy. You’ve got to do it yourself.
Jenny’s new mission is going to thrust her back into a world she’s tried very hard to leave behind. Covert ops, secret intelligence organisations, superheroics, capes and powers and metaphysical superscientific bullshit. To make the world feel right again, she’s looking for a group of like-minded people – and her search is going to lead her right into the middle of the metahuman arms race.
Jenny is a very grumpy, old, powerful woman, and she’s done sitting on the sidelines.
Don’t piss her off.
Stryfe was an eye-opener. Watching America’s superheroes rally to defend the innocent made her realise something... they were doing it wrong. They’re disorganised, messy, reactionary. A far cry from the heroes they no doubt wanted to be. The world’s in a precarious place now, and shit could hit the fan at any second. It needs saving. But when the help you’ve got is just going to make things worse, what’s left for you to do?
Well, that’s easy. You’ve got to do it yourself.
Jenny’s new mission is going to thrust her back into a world she’s tried very hard to leave behind. Covert ops, secret intelligence organisations, superheroics, capes and powers and metaphysical superscientific bullshit. To make the world feel right again, she’s looking for a group of like-minded people – and her search is going to lead her right into the middle of the metahuman arms race.
Jenny is a very grumpy, old, powerful woman, and she’s done sitting on the sidelines.
Don’t piss her off.
C H A R A C T E R M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S:
Jenny’s spent her whole life (and that’s a lot of life) trying to figure out why she’s been put on this Earth. How is she over a hundred years old, but doesn’t look a day over twenty? How is it that she was born with powers, but doesn’t have a single metahuman gene in her body? How is she not dead yet? And just what the hell is she supposed to do with all these so-called gifts, which have thus far condemned her to a life full of bad decisions and countless disappointments? She still can’t answer most of those questions, but she thinks the last one might finally be in her ballpark. Maybe she’s supposed to save the world.
But to do that, she needs a team.
Through Jenny, I’ll be injecting some new, interesting concepts and characters from Warren Ellis’ Wildstorm catalogue into the Absolute Comics universe. I love these characters, and I’m excited for the chance to tell a story that can have far-reaching consequences not only for them, but for the Absolute universe as a whole.
But to do that, she needs a team.
Through Jenny, I’ll be injecting some new, interesting concepts and characters from Warren Ellis’ Wildstorm catalogue into the Absolute Comics universe. I love these characters, and I’m excited for the chance to tell a story that can have far-reaching consequences not only for them, but for the Absolute universe as a whole.
C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:
Apollo and the Midnighter. Data unavailable.
Battalion, Fahrenheit, Impetus and Winter. Data unavailable.
Henry Bendix. No known records in existence.
Cole Cash and Michael Cray, covert operatives specialising in wetworks.
Nick Fury, director of SHIELD.
Kaizen Gamorra, the dictator of a west Pacific island, indicted by the ICC on multiple counts of crimes against humanity.
Jack Hawksmoor, a powerful superhuman with a fractured mind.
Shen Li-Min. Winged metahuman.
Angela Spica, a gifted engineer and physicist working at Stark Industries’ R&D division.
John Stone, an intelligence operative with many black operations to his name. A former colleague of Jenny’s.
Jeroen Thornedike; the Doctor. Humanity’s shaman.
Miranda Zero, Jenny’s former colleague, an experienced HUMINT operative with an impressive resumé.
Battalion, Fahrenheit, Impetus and Winter. Data unavailable.
Henry Bendix. No known records in existence.
Cole Cash and Michael Cray, covert operatives specialising in wetworks.
Nick Fury, director of SHIELD.
Kaizen Gamorra, the dictator of a west Pacific island, indicted by the ICC on multiple counts of crimes against humanity.
Jack Hawksmoor, a powerful superhuman with a fractured mind.
Shen Li-Min. Winged metahuman.
Angela Spica, a gifted engineer and physicist working at Stark Industries’ R&D division.
John Stone, an intelligence operative with many black operations to his name. A former colleague of Jenny’s.
Jeroen Thornedike; the Doctor. Humanity’s shaman.
Miranda Zero, Jenny’s former colleague, an experienced HUMINT operative with an impressive resumé.
S A M P L E P O S T:
P O S T C A T A L O G U E:
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01. Nick, Old Mate
02. God of the Cities
03. Odinsrage
04. Pigtown
05. After Action
02. God of the Cities
03. Odinsrage
04. Pigtown
05. After Action
Oh, yeah.
I’m floating in the stream of reality. It’s cold and uncertain, this river of existence, and it carries me everywhere. Some part of me, present and unphased, knows: I am the apex. Time brushes my skin, tender and warm. It is familiar. Inviting, yet bleak. The colour of life and entropy, swimming between my eyes and through my body; beginning in front of me and inside me, ending nowhere.
Reality falls. The roar is deafening as it crashes, and I know that I should be crushed beneath its weight. And yet…
I am in a house now.
I know this place. The colour of life is gone, but entropy remains, and I can feel its happiness – it is a cancer, and for the first time in my life I wish to take joy away from something. Screams stare at me from the shadows. They look familiar… the voice… its fear, its love…
Mom?
The house falls away, and I am met with reality’s cold embrace once again. The river shifts and cracks, like a wild storm. Lightning and thunder in the causal abyss. Time is bleeding now. I see red – it is youthful and good, my better in every way. I see a woman who loves me; a man who ruined me. I see friendship and enmity, like snakes entwined. I see lost youth. Found wisdom. They join the storm now, and the lightning lashes out in a chorus, and together they say
Barry, wake up
Reality falls. The roar is deafening as it crashes, and I know that I should be crushed beneath its weight. And yet…
I am in a house now.
I know this place. The colour of life is gone, but entropy remains, and I can feel its happiness – it is a cancer, and for the first time in my life I wish to take joy away from something. Screams stare at me from the shadows. They look familiar… the voice… its fear, its love…
Mom?
The house falls away, and I am met with reality’s cold embrace once again. The river shifts and cracks, like a wild storm. Lightning and thunder in the causal abyss. Time is bleeding now. I see red – it is youthful and good, my better in every way. I see a woman who loves me; a man who ruined me. I see friendship and enmity, like snakes entwined. I see lost youth. Found wisdom. They join the storm now, and the lightning lashes out in a chorus, and together they say
Barry, wake up
They tell me I’ve been in a coma for two months.
A student found me on the floor of CCU’s chemistry lab, surrounded by shards of hot glass with a smoldering hole in my lab coat. Apparently there were no clouds in the sky, which is weird, on account of the lightning that struck me – the local news attributed it to some sort of freak “flash storm”; there for long enough to fry me, but gone in time for the clock on the wall to tick past another second. I was taken to the hospital, where the staff spent most of the next eight weeks just… waiting for me to wake up. I recovered from the lightning strike pretty quickly, I guess – there were no burns, no blown eardrums or nerve damage. The only thing wrong with me was that I really liked to sleep.
I have no immediate family – none that can come visit me at the hospital, anyway – so once Iris found out I was being kept there, she got the orderlies to put her down as my emergency contact. When the doctor gave me the okay to leave, she was there to take me home.
“You missed graduation,” she says, eyes fixed on the road. Her hair’s longer. Past her shoulders now. She looks good.
“Damn it,” I say, “Three years of college in the trash. Guess I have to retake it. Ah, but the tuition…”
She takes her eyes off the road to give me a concerned look. “What will you do?”
“Sell my body. It’s the only logical option.”
“God, you’re so right. Tell me how it goes. I could use some extra money.”
We share a grin.
“How was graduation, anyway?” I ask.
“It was good. Pretty long. I think they sent your diploma to your apartment.”
“Oh, cool.”
My apartment’s a single room hole in Leawood, on the corner of Kanigher and Carmine. It’s in a squat old building, a little run down, but not enough to raise any red flags – just enough to know that yep, this is where a college graduate who got struck by lightning would live. Iris walks me inside and tries the elevator.
“Out of order? Still?”
“It’s like I was never in a coma.”
The walk up the stairs is slow, but nice. Iris catches me up on the past two months – she finally saved up for that new TV she’s had her eye on; she got offered a job at the newspaper she’d been interning at, the Citizen (“Holy – congrats!”); Wally, her nephew, visited from Blue Valley, and came to see me at the hospital.
“Wally visited me?”
“Of course he did. He loves you and your nerd brain,” she says. “…And he wanted to see if he’d get zapped when he touched you.”
I laugh. He’s a good kid.
My apartment’s the same as I left it. A mess. Iris is right though, they did send me my diploma – it’s on the floor by the door, right next to a late rent notice. Mr. Shipp was nice enough to press pause on fees, I guess, at least until he heard that I woke up.
“Beats a hospital room, huh?” says Iris, making herself comfortable on my sofa.
“Yeah. There’s no place like home.”
She sits up a little straighter.
“Do you remember anything? From when it happened?”
“No, nothing. Just that I was doing cleanup at the lab.” I pause to think, scratching the back of my head. “I had these crazy dreams, though. I remember some of them, I think. Floating on the… the river of reality. Something like that.”
She looks amused. “Man, what kind of drugs were they giving you?”
“Oh, the best kind.”
She laughs.
“I missed you, Barry.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
A comfortable silence settles between us. I join her on the sofa, picking up the TV remote from its resting place between two cushions, exactly where I’d left it. The way I see it, I have two months of television to catch up on, and there’s no better time to start than now. I flick it on, and Iris picks a show. We order pizza later, and before we know it the day’s turned into night.
Iris’ head falls gently onto my shoulder, asleep. She looks peaceful. I notice, not for the first time, how beautiful she is. Electricity tingles through my body.
Eventually, I feel the persuasive tug of sleep. Asleep for two months, and already I’m eager to get back to it. Hah.
I can only fight my eyelids for so long. As I let them close, I think strange thoughts – thoughts of time and blood. Lightning and thunder. Wild storms of life and entropy.
They feed into my dreams.
A student found me on the floor of CCU’s chemistry lab, surrounded by shards of hot glass with a smoldering hole in my lab coat. Apparently there were no clouds in the sky, which is weird, on account of the lightning that struck me – the local news attributed it to some sort of freak “flash storm”; there for long enough to fry me, but gone in time for the clock on the wall to tick past another second. I was taken to the hospital, where the staff spent most of the next eight weeks just… waiting for me to wake up. I recovered from the lightning strike pretty quickly, I guess – there were no burns, no blown eardrums or nerve damage. The only thing wrong with me was that I really liked to sleep.
I have no immediate family – none that can come visit me at the hospital, anyway – so once Iris found out I was being kept there, she got the orderlies to put her down as my emergency contact. When the doctor gave me the okay to leave, she was there to take me home.
“You missed graduation,” she says, eyes fixed on the road. Her hair’s longer. Past her shoulders now. She looks good.
“Damn it,” I say, “Three years of college in the trash. Guess I have to retake it. Ah, but the tuition…”
She takes her eyes off the road to give me a concerned look. “What will you do?”
“Sell my body. It’s the only logical option.”
“God, you’re so right. Tell me how it goes. I could use some extra money.”
We share a grin.
“How was graduation, anyway?” I ask.
“It was good. Pretty long. I think they sent your diploma to your apartment.”
“Oh, cool.”
My apartment’s a single room hole in Leawood, on the corner of Kanigher and Carmine. It’s in a squat old building, a little run down, but not enough to raise any red flags – just enough to know that yep, this is where a college graduate who got struck by lightning would live. Iris walks me inside and tries the elevator.
“Out of order? Still?”
“It’s like I was never in a coma.”
The walk up the stairs is slow, but nice. Iris catches me up on the past two months – she finally saved up for that new TV she’s had her eye on; she got offered a job at the newspaper she’d been interning at, the Citizen (“Holy – congrats!”); Wally, her nephew, visited from Blue Valley, and came to see me at the hospital.
“Wally visited me?”
“Of course he did. He loves you and your nerd brain,” she says. “…And he wanted to see if he’d get zapped when he touched you.”
I laugh. He’s a good kid.
My apartment’s the same as I left it. A mess. Iris is right though, they did send me my diploma – it’s on the floor by the door, right next to a late rent notice. Mr. Shipp was nice enough to press pause on fees, I guess, at least until he heard that I woke up.
“Beats a hospital room, huh?” says Iris, making herself comfortable on my sofa.
“Yeah. There’s no place like home.”
She sits up a little straighter.
“Do you remember anything? From when it happened?”
“No, nothing. Just that I was doing cleanup at the lab.” I pause to think, scratching the back of my head. “I had these crazy dreams, though. I remember some of them, I think. Floating on the… the river of reality. Something like that.”
She looks amused. “Man, what kind of drugs were they giving you?”
“Oh, the best kind.”
She laughs.
“I missed you, Barry.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
A comfortable silence settles between us. I join her on the sofa, picking up the TV remote from its resting place between two cushions, exactly where I’d left it. The way I see it, I have two months of television to catch up on, and there’s no better time to start than now. I flick it on, and Iris picks a show. We order pizza later, and before we know it the day’s turned into night.
Iris’ head falls gently onto my shoulder, asleep. She looks peaceful. I notice, not for the first time, how beautiful she is. Electricity tingles through my body.
Eventually, I feel the persuasive tug of sleep. Asleep for two months, and already I’m eager to get back to it. Hah.
I can only fight my eyelids for so long. As I let them close, I think strange thoughts – thoughts of time and blood. Lightning and thunder. Wild storms of life and entropy.
They feed into my dreams.
My apologies for asking a question that was already answered.
Nah, don’t worry about it! The OOC moves real fast here, it’s probably a given that you’d miss it between all the gifs and sex jokes, lol.
@Divine Darkness If I remember right, there’ll be a three month gap between the end of this season and the next.
EDIT: Yeah, what Superboy said.
EDIT: Yeah, what Superboy said.
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