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There are as many universes in the Multiverse as stars that dot the night sky in your own.
Some are not much different than your own.
Some would drive you mad from merely glimpsing them.
But all are unique in their own way.

All it takes is for a butterfly to land differently in the past to change your world from
one you recognize
to one you could never dream of.

Some universes are more important than others.
For some are the keystones of the Multiverse,
without whom all our worlds would spiral into the darkness
to be devoured by the evils that lurk there.

This story is about one such universe.
Populated by cast offs and rejects to some,
but great warriors and heroes none the less.

This is their struggle.
This is their battle to save their universe...

And the very Multiverse itself.
I like that the ex-military sniper turned hitman is the most normal character in the game.


It’s a living
Damn kids, get off mah lawn.



We can’t all be 6000 years old, old man.
Thanku, but ya, certainly toning them down a lot from their original levels, making them have a more human origin, and of course the villains will have a lot of changes as well. Changing them from mostly comedic characters of the original to a more dangerous and serious level, though hopefully I can still keep some of the comedic roots in tact. Anyway I'll just plop it over into the character tab.


We also definitely have to get the TMNT and the PPGs together at some point considering they’re the same age.
@IceHeart is approved. Not my first choice of character to allow into the game, but considering what @Blue Demon did to tone down Sailor Moon and maker her fit, I don't see why the PPGs can't work as well.

I am not feeling too good about the concept being accepted. I will leave since I have no other ideas to work on (because I don't read comics that much).


Sorry I missed this. I would have liked to see your sample before you made this decision. I think we could have worked something out to get your concept where it needed to be to work.

I think I have the perfect character...fits beautifully in a more realistic setting.



Alright, joking aside been thinking of a character sheet and whatnot. So just wanted to toss an idea first, if it doesn't fly not a big deal as I have another character that would be sure to work. So the idea I had was using the Powerpuff Girls thought doing quite a few drastic changes such as making them older, nerfing them a good bit, making the villains a bit more realist etc. A little bit of the old show, a little Z flavor as well, but aside from the basics most of it would be revamped to better mesh with the world. I think I could make it work easily enough.

Didn't bother starting a sheet though since I figured there's a good chance they'll be a no-no since they aren't really comic in origin. Anyway if you think it could work I'll go ahead and whip up a sheet with them, otherwise I'll be working on my other idea.@HenryJonesJr


Put up a CS and I’ll give t a look over, for sure
Monsters and Men: A One Universe Comics Presenation



Leonardo/Raphael/Donatello/Michelangelo

the
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles


Powers And Abilities: The four brothers are mutated turtles, giving them anthropomorphic features and the size of humans. Their mutations has also given them enhanced strength, speed, agility, dexterity, endurance, and durability. Being turtles, they can spend significant time underwater without breathing and have incredibly hard shells.

Thanks to over a decade of training with Splinter, the four are masters of ninjutsu. They are exceptional hand-to-hand combatants, weapons experts, stealth masters, and tactically skilled.

Origin And Backstory (In A Maximum Of Four Paragraphs):

One deep, dark night in Japan, hundreds of years ago, a fearful warrior known as Oroku Saki was defeated. His dream of a shadow empire in Japan, controlled by his Foot Clan behind a puppet regime, was smashed by the emergence of the Tokugawa shogunate. But Saki, known as the Shuredda, was shrewd. He had plans should his plans fail. He disappeared from the world, while the Foot found a new place in the world, where it waited for the perfect time to reemerge.

On another night fifteen years ago in a rainy, busy New York City, a canister of chemicals labelled "TCRI" fell from a truck and shattered on the street. The oozing, glowing liquid inside washed down a sewer grate and into the sewers below. When it did, it came into contact with a rat and five baby turtles. The ooze coated them, and as it did, it began to rewrite their genetic code. It gave them human-like forms and intelligence. The rat, known as Splinter, being much older than the turtles, took on his role as their adoptive father. He named them from a book he found on famous painters. Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello, Michelangelo, and Artemisia were his world. The rat had memories of his life before the mutation, even if they were faint. From these memories, he trained his children in the ways of ninjutsu, in preparation for a threat he did not recall.

Five years later, the small, weird family was above ground, in the city, scavenging for food. While they did so, a van full of men abducted Artemisia, and attempted to take the rest of the turtles as well. Splinter and the boys were able to fight them off, but not before they got away with Artie. While the family was heartbroken, they did eventually take in a mutated arctic fox named Alopex, who had no idea of her origin.

Eventually, more mutants in the city were located, led by alley cat Old Hob. This group, who called themselves the Mutanimal Liberation Army, was dedicated to protecting mutants from humans. Alopex, swayed by their cause and feeling like an outsider in the family, joined with the Mutanimals.

Now, the Turtles and New York were about to face their greatest threat. They would have to fight like they never had before in order to survive...and save the world!

Supporting Characters:
  • Hamato Clan

    • Splinter
    • April O'Neil
    • Casey Jones
    • Keno Cruz
  • The Foot Clan
    • Oroku Saki, The Shredder
    • Oroku Pimiko
    • Oroku Karai
  • The Purple Dragons
    • Arnold "Attila" Jones
    • Angel Bridge
    • Max Steranko
    • Geanaldo Anton
  • Mutanimal Liberation Army
    • Old Hob
    • Alopex
    • Herman the Hermit Crab
    • Pigeon Pete
  • TCRI
    • Doctor Jordan Perry
    • Doctor Baxter Stockman
  • Null Cartel
    • Boss Null


Sample Post:

The sound of fists hitting a heavy bag echoed dully through the dojo, as the lone figure struck the training tool over and over again.

His hands were taped up from above the wrist all the way down to his knuckles, but the repeated punches still bruised and broke the green skin underneat the protection. He was in the training room too much. He knew it, Leo knew it, and Master Splinter definitely knew it. He wasn't even training. Not really, anyway. He was just in here taking out his frustrations.

He had too many frustrations.

He was mad that they barely ever left their home. He was angry that Master SPlinter, after all these years, still would not tell them why they were training in the ninja arts. He was pissed off because Leo never asked the questions he needed to. He was frustrated that he wasn't allowed to do more to help the humans above.

But most of all his was furious that his father ignored the fact that their sister had been missing for the better part of a decade.

It was all getting to be too much.

His brothers shared some of his concerns. They were all better at hiding it, in different ways. Mikey pretended to be dumb, aloof, and a clown to mask the fact that he's torn up about Artie to this day. Don threw himself into his tinkering and reading to mask the fact that he's uncomfortable with all the combat Splinter seemed to be preparing them for. Leo focused on a mission he doesn't know the goal of in order to pretend that he had a purpose. They were all broken in some way.

How could they not be. They were mutant turtles gifted human intelligence and amazing abilities by a random accident. They were bound to be messed up in the head.

"You are troubled, Raphael."

The soft, almost melodic, tone of Splinter's voice carried over the relative silence of the dojo. It was a sound none of the turtles had heard in days. Ever since the red moon, Splinter had been alone in his room meditating. Over what, they didn't know, but here he was.

Raphael turned to see the tall, slender, human-like rat standing in the door, leaning on the cane he always had with him. These days, his dark, chestnut-brown fur was tinged with more and more grey. He may not have been as fast as he once was, but he was still wise beyond his station.

He made his way to the center of the room, and sat cross-legged before motioning for Raphael to join him.

As the young turtle did so, he asked, "Master, it's been a while."

The rat sighed, and the fur around his mouth ruffled, "There was much to think on, my son. Too much. For too long I have kept our family here. For too long I have believed we were safe. That we could be happy cut off from the outside world whenever possible. I believed I was training you, but for what I was never sure. Until the blood moon. Until I remembered."

Splinter trailed off, staring into the dark corner of the dojo. Raphael, on the other hand, had a chill run through him. He had never heard Splinter talk as he was. It was almost as if he was scared. Even when they lost Artemisia, he kept his calm about him.

"Master?" Raph asked with a quiver in his voice.

His father looked down, his warm, brown eyes meeting his adopted son's. He smiled, "I'm sorry, my son. It is time for us to have an increased presence on the surface. We have hid for too long, and I fear it may have allowed our enemies a foothold we could have prevented. NOw we must ensure they do not get more."

"Enemies, father?" Raphael asked, almost with an intense hunger. He had been training for so long. It was time to show what he could do.

"I will explain later when Leonardo returns," his father smiled clamly. "He is visiting your sister in her new home."

"Alopex," Raphael said, his eyes narrowing.


The words roll over me again and again as I stare blankly back at Mary Jane. She knows. How does she know? I've been so careful. Okay...so maybe I haven't been all that careful. Repeatedly ducking out of hangouts, mysterious no shows, and being late to both band practices and gigs definitely do not help with the whole secret identity thing. But I never thought in a million years she'd figure it out.

"I take it from the stunned silence I'm right?" she smiles mischeviously. "God, I am just the best."

I bury my face in my hands and rub my eyes before looking back up at her, "Yea, you're right. I'm Spider-Woman. But how did you-"

She rolls her eyes, "Please, Gwendolyn. I've known you far too long. While you may never have been strictly on the ball, you've never been this far off of it. I didn't know why that was. Maybe you were just going through something. When we had our fight I sat and thought about it a lot. And then when you ducked out of the party right after some crazy guy threatened people on TV, I kind of put two and two together."

God it all makes way too much sense, and it was way too easy for her to figure it out. What if more people are catching on to me? That would not be good.

"I just...I'm sorry I kept it from you," I admit. "But dressing up and fighting bad guys is a dangerous gig. I didn't want to get anyone else involved."

"Anyone else other than Peter, you mean," she raises her eyebrows at me. "He left a minute or two after you did. Said he just couldn't sit at the party knowing you left by yourself. So I figure he knows too."

My shoulders slump, defeated, "Yea. Him and my Dad. The reason Dad got kicked off the metahuman force is because I revealed myself to him the night Black Tarantula took over the hospital. It's why he couldn't arrest Spider-Woman."

"Wow," she gasps as the info is absorbed. After a few moments she put her hand on mine, "I get why you thought you had to keep this from me. I really do. But I'm not a damsel in distress that needs protection. I can handle myself."

Chucking, I wrap her in a big hug, "MJ, I love you, but there's no way you could handle yourself against a supervillain. Just would not happen."

"Give me those webshooters and let's see about that," she grins broadly. "I bet I could take them down quicker than you could."

The two of us laugh together, and it feels right. This fight, only a little longer than a week old, is our longest. Peter, MJ, Harry, and I have been nearly inseprable since we became friends. This moment is a reminder why. I have the best friends. They are my strength. They're the reason I can do what I can do.

And now I have another one in the loop.

"Listen...considering Harry's dad is trying to kill me," I start, realizing the Osborns definitely cannot learn my secret identity.

"Don't worry, I won't tell him," she rubs her arms. "I think we may have to break up, anyway. After I figured everything out last night, I sat back and watched him. Every time one of the Goblins was destroyed in your fight, he would flip out. It's like he wanted you to lose, to let those people die, all because his dad's project was on the other side of you. It's just...uncomfortable."

"Don't break up with him," I shake my head. "The two of you are good together. Just help him see that maybe Spider-Woman is goo for the world. Help him see the light and all that kind of stuff. I dunno."

"I'll try," she nods. "I just hope he isn't too far gone."

**********


"You did well," Richard Dragon's words or praise catch me off guard as I enter the dojo. "You could have taken down that maniac with much more anger. But you were controlled. You showed why you are a hero to everyone watching. I can't say I approve of taunting the man after you beat him, but you have your own sense of style to perfect."

I recoil in mock shock, "My god! Who are you and what have you done with Richard Dragon!?"

"Funny. Very funny," he sighs.

"So you watched me on TV last night, huh?" I poke the bear. "I didn't think you were the TV type."

"Just because I'm older than you doesn't mean I don't like to be entertained, student," Dragon shoots back, a wicked look in his eye. "You young people all think the same."

"Yea, and I bet you had to walk to school in the snow, uphill both ways, when you were my age," I shoot back.

"That's not funny."

"Oh come on it's a little funny."

He ignores me and motions for me to join him in the training room. When I enter, I find that it's not setup for our usual meditative exercise. No, this time it looks like I'me actually going to get to do some fighting.

"Don't get too excited," the sensei warns. "you've shown you can control your emotions in a fight that you are winning, but can you control them in one you are losing?"

"What's that now?" I ask in confusion.

"I will attack you," he shrugs. "You will not attack me back. You can dodge all you want, but you cannot attack back."

This sounds like it's going to be terrible.

**********


"You put him through a wall?" Peter asks with surprise. "So I take it you failed today?"

The frustration of today's exercise has subsided, but the bruises haven't. I've got like three ice packs covering bruised areas from today's training. Dragon gave me everything he had. Well, at least I think he did. He could still be holding back. I dealt with it as long as I could before losing my cool and tossing him through a wall. I helped him fix it afterward, but he was definitely not happy about it.

"Yea, it definitely did not go over well," I groan. "Luckily he didn't kick me out permanently after destroying the place where he lives."

Honestly, he told me he never thought I'd make it as long as I did, so at least I have that going for me. Maybe his training is doing me good.

"So what's the plan for tonight?" he asks.

"Movies, popcorn, and relaxation," I respond, satisfied not to move for the rest of the night. Or the weekend. Or the year.

**********


"My dear," Otto Octavius snakes his way up to the catwalks of their warehouse on his mechanical arms, up to where Felicia Hardy had constructed her den. "I was wondering if you could do me a favor."

"Sure thing, Doc," she smiles at her benefactor. "What's up?"

"Tomorrow night there will be a shipment of drugs coming into the city. Raw material for our miracle drug," the doctor smiled under the goggles he wore. "I need you and Marko to steal it."

"Doc, that's what I'm best at," Hardy smiles like the cat that caught the canary.
So @Byrd Man, @Blue Demon, @Lmpkio, and @Bluetommy are all approved.

I would ask that people hold off on the IC posting until I get the kickoff post written and posted, which should be tomorrow night.
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I'm considering that Ultraman be it's own thing for awhile, but only after the first kaiju attack does he become approached by Monarch for their little "experiment" that would allow him to battle the Titans via size change. And just for the recording regarding the other suits mentioned - they aren't for true ultramen (just armor designed to fit in with regular human beings). I think it'll make more sense, but if anything else I can still add him into Monarch from the get go.


I think maybe it would be better to focus on Ultraman off the bat. Maybe have some interludes checking in on Ishirō and Monarch as kind of a side story. I’m just not sure there will be a lot for that character to do until we get later in the “season” so to speak.
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