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KITE MAN BEGINS





Gotham City - 11th November 2017

One of the many skyscrapers in the Gotham City Skyline was not like the others. This one's 27th floor stored the treasures collected by one Kenneth Nelson. A lifetime of adventuring and exploration, of action and drama, joy and despair. Gotham's Museum of Mysticism, a place in which the vibes could be felt through the walls. They were about to have a spectacular day today. The kind people write books and screenplays for TV-movies about. A day that would stick with them for the rest of their lives.

They were about to be robbed.

It wasn't Kingpin's men, nor was it the Penguin, not even Two-Face were going to kick down the door and tell everyone to get down on the ground or he'll blow half their face off - an ironic threat from that guy. No, it was a new player in town today. A scourge upon the populace of Gotham that they had never faced before. They were about to be greeted by Kite Man.

.. Whom was fumbling with his shotgun in the elevator with his mask still not pulled over his face. His heart was racing, feeling like it was about to burst through his chest. his green flight suit had his name tags ripped off and a kevlar vest over his chest. A Neon green Balaclava was on his forehead and a shotgun loaded with rubber bullets in his hands.

OK. Maybe they wouldn't write a Ocean's Eleven-esque masterpiece of a movie about today. It was his first gig, he had been prepping an entire week for this, he had done all of the required recon, he knew that right now was when the guards were just about to get off - but before the new guards came in to take over. Tired and bored guards made for easy opponents in a fire fight. "C'mon Chuck. Trust your training, just like in Iraq." He mumbled to himself as the elevator pinged that he was on the right floor. "Showtime." He pulled down the mask over his face and walked into the room where the classical music was playing - maybe 20 people in the room, all occupied with looking at the items of display. Brown only had one price in sight.

He let off a slug into the air, causing panic before he shouted. "This is a robbery! Now everyone calm down and face down on the ground and nobody will get hurt!"

C'mon, this is Gotham. These people are used to clown mooks holding them up. You have to give them a better show than that.

The guard came down the stairs from his office, Chuck took aim with the stock of the shotgun to his shoulder and fired, reloading as the shell hit the ground and the guard stumbled to the ground holding his chest in the spot the rubber bullet had hit him.

"Now, get your valuables ready and I'll walk around and collect them. Wallets, jewelry. Fancy handguns if you got them."

Chuck got out his burlap bag of his pocket and walked around, having people drop their valuables into it, one hand on the bag, another hand on his handgun he had removed from it's strap on his leg. "Hurry up." He told the young couple whom were scrambling to unload their phones, pocket knives, wallets and jewerly. Freaking hipsters. Why do you need eleven piercings. He thought solemnly. Once he had collected the room, he walked back to the display case.

"Time for the big price." He said, inside the display was his mark.

Spoons.

Antique spoons thought to be 4000 years old made out of solid gold. Worth a fortune, for sure. He smashed the glass and the alarms went off. The police would be here in not even five minutes, and there was no way to get out by going down. He put back his pistol in it's strap and readied his shotgun, aiming at the window. Two bullets and the glass crumbled raining down below. He turned around. "G'day and thank you for participating." Chuck said as he fell backwards out of the window. He anchored a strap from his Kevlar vest to his harness on the flight suit while falling and pulled a pin.

Like a parachute, the vest expanded off of his body, folding out into a triangular kite that he held onto by one handle on the left, strap securing him on the right. Flying around the corner of the building he could safely glide to the other side of the street behind the open window while he heard the police sirens pass him by below.

And thus the words escaped his lips for the first time, as he pumped the hand which held the valuables into the air in excitement.

"Kite Man, hell yeah!"

KITE MAN

"Hell Yeah."
C H A R L E S " C H U C K " B R O W N 7th / January / 1987 M A L E C H A O T I C N E U T R A L

C O N C E P T A B S T R A C T:

The goal with this character is to write a competent Kite Man, one who balances the nutty motif of his character with real skills and abilities. He's a former Air Force pilot with a background in special forces. He's a flying ace who held many of the records someone like Hal Jordan would have crushed, with an origin in Gotham. Chuck Brown had a wife and son, Chuck Brown Jr. Back home. His tragedy comes from his way home from deployment some years ago to find his wife and son among the dead in the latest battle between The Crown Prince Of Crime and The Dark Knight. Chuck loses his mind and becomes Kite Man, citing something his son said the last day they spent together before he was deployed again.
"Kite Man, Hell Yeah."


Kite man is the product of the madness in Gotham. He's a tragedy, one of the victims who's stories we never truly get to hear. A truly broken man who put his life on the line to protect strangers, yet was completely incapable of protecting what matters the most to him. He's a smalltime criminal at times, and at others he's something of an Anti-Villain. Absolute Kite Man attempts to remedy Kite Man's status as a joke by tapping into what he is, but adding to it. He'll never be the front runner, he won't hold the world hostage, nor will he save the day and get the girl.

He's a man who walks the line between hero and villain, not because his morales are messed up, but because frankly, he's lost his mind.

Chapter 1; Marbles, lost.

Kite man's planning a heist in Gotham. His first big outing as a criminal, his newly pieced together outfit of a ski-mask and a spandex bodysuit, he's going to hold up a jewelry store and how he will handle both the crowd control and the police.

N O T E S:

An excellent pilot, capable of flying just about anything that can take to the skies, and some things that can't. He's no criminal mastermind and he's certainly no master at arms or martial arts. He's no punisher, but a man who's got nothing to lose after being dealt a really bad hand.

KITE MAN

"Hell Yeah."
C H A R L E S " C H U C K " B R O W N 7th / January / 1987 M A L E C H A O T I C N E U T R A L

C O N C E P T A B S T R A C T:

The goal with this character is to write a competent Kite Man, one who balances the nutty motif of his character with real skills and abilities. He's a former Air Force pilot with a background in special forces. He's a flying ace who held many of the records someone like Hal Jordan would have crushed, with an origin in Gotham. Chuck Brown had a wife and son, Chuck Brown Jr. Back home. His tragedy comes from his way home from deployment some years ago to find his wife and son among the dead in the latest battle between The Crown Prince Of Crime and The Dark Knight. Chuck loses his mind and becomes Kite Man, citing something his son said the last day they spent together before he was deployed again.
"Kite Man, Hell Yeah."


Kite man is the product of the madness in Gotham. He's a tragedy, one of the victims who's stories we never truly get to hear. A truly broken man who put his life on the line to protect strangers, yet was completely incapable of protecting what matters the most to him. He's a smalltime criminal at times, and at others he's something of an Anti-Villain. Absolute Kite Man attempts to remedy Kite Man's status as a joke by tapping into what he is, but adding to it. He'll never be the front runner, he won't hold the world hostage, nor will he save the day and get the girl.

He's a man who walks the line between hero and villain, not because his morales are messed up, but because frankly, he's lost his mind.

Chapter 1; Marbles, lost.

Kite man's planning a heist in Gotham. His first big outing as a criminal, his newly pieced together outfit of a ski-mask and a spandex bodysuit, he's going to hold up a jewelry store and how he will handle both the crowd control and the police.

N O T E S:

An excellent pilot, capable of flying just about anything that can take to the skies, and some things that can't. He's no criminal mastermind and he's certainly no master at arms or martial arts. He's no punisher, but a man who's got nothing to lose after being dealt a really bad hand.

D O C F A T E

"I am afraid that Kent Nelson's fears are only a nostalgic indulgence. I'm afraid Doc Fate fears nothing at all."
K E N N E T H C L A R K N E L S O N THIRTYEIGHT M A L E N E U T R A L G O O D

C O N C E P T A B S T R A C T:

Inspired more so by the Doc Fate of Earth 20 than any of the more mainstream approaches to the Agent Of Order. I'm aspiring to write a more street leveled Doctor Fate, someone who combines Indiana Jones-Esque Adventures with detective work. Mixing the human elements of the adventurer Kent with the larger than life being Nabu. A Fate where Kent is as important as the Doctor is and the constant struggle between Kenneth losing himself in Fate, and how he beliefs the world needs the Sorcerer. Doc Fate will be the result of Kent resisting the grasp of the helmet. Lacking the Amulet Of Anubis and The Cloak Of Destiny he is at far from his full power. He will quest for the artifacts while protecting the world the best he can. What he lacks in magical artifacts he makes up for with enchanted cyberpunk equipment.




Act 1: Quest For The Artifacts Of Order;

An old college, and fellow historian and adventurer, Hector Hall gets in contact with Kent. He's got a line on the location of the Amulet Of Anubis. This takes Kent from his studies in New York to Egypt. Digging through old tombs and fighting mystical foes the Agent Of Order has not fought for centuries.

N O T E S:

I want to tell a story from the mystical perspective of the Absolute Universe and it's near infinite posibility, but I decided against Zatanna because she has been done to death, Doctor Strange never did interest me, and Constantine's a Brit. That leaves me only with Doctor Fate, and Earth-20 version of him's a lot more grounded - it's the version of the character that's the closest to my wheelhouse.

Allies;
Hector Hall - Fellow Historian and Adventurer.
Nabu - Lord Of Fate
Rama Kushna - Fellow Balancer Of Scales.
D O C F A T E

"I am afraid that Kent Nelson's fears are only a nostalgic indulgence. I'm afraid Doc Fate fears nothing at all."
K E N N E T H C L A R K N E L S O N THIRTYEIGHT M A L E N E U T R A L G O O D

C O N C E P T A B S T R A C T:

Inspired more so by the Doc Fate of Earth 20 than any of the more mainstream approaches to the Agent Of Order. I'm aspiring to write a more street leveled Doctor Fate, someone who combines Indiana Jones-Esque Adventures with detective work. Mixing the human elements of the adventurer Kent with the larger than life being Nabu. A Fate where Kent is as important as the Doctor is and the constant struggle between Kenneth losing himself in Fate, and how he beliefs the world needs the Sorcerer. Doc Fate will be the result of Kent resisting the grasp of the helmet. Lacking the Amulet Of Anubis and The Cloak Of Destiny he is at far from his full power. He will quest for the artifacts while protecting the world the best he can. What he lacks in magical artifacts he makes up for with enchanted cyberpunk equipment.




Act 1: Quest For The Artifacts Of Order;

An old college, and fellow historian and adventurer, Hector Hall gets in contact with Kent. He's got a line on the location of the Amulet Of Anubis. This takes Kent from his studies in New York to Egypt. Digging through old tombs and fighting mystical foes the Agent Of Order has not fought for centuries.

N O T E S:

I want to tell a story from the mystical perspective of the Absolute Universe and it's near infinite posibility, but I decided against Zatanna because she has been done to death, Doctor Strange never did interest me, and Constantine's a Brit. That leaves me only with Doctor Fate, and Earth-20 version of him's a lot more grounded - it's the version of the character that's the closest to my wheelhouse.

Allies;
Hector Hall - Fellow Historian and Adventurer.
Nabu - Lord Of Fate
Rama Kushna - Fellow Balancer Of Scales.
D O C F A T E

"I am afraid that Kent Nelson's fears are only a nostalgic indulgence. I'm afraid Doc Fate fears nothing at all."
K E N N E T H C L A R K N E L S O N FORTYEIGHT M A L E N E U T R A L G O O D

C O N C E P T A B S T R A C T:

Inspired more so by the Doc Fate of Earth 20 than any of the more mainstream approaches to the Agent Of Fate. I'm aspiring to write a more street leveled Doctor Fate, someone who combines Indiana Jones-Esque Adventures with detective work. Mixing the human elements of the adventurer Kent with the larger than life being Nabu. A Fate where Kent is as important as the Doctor is and the constant struggle between Kenneth losing himself in Fate, and how he beliefs the world needs the Sorcerer. Doc Fate will be the result of Kent resisting the grasp of the helmet. Lacking the Amulet Of Anubis and The Cloak Of Destiny he is at far from his full power. He will quest for the artifacts while protecting the world the best he can. What he lacks in magical artifacts he makes up for with enchanted cyberpunk equipment.

N O T E S:

I wanna tell a story fro mthe mystical perspective of the DC:U, but I decided against Zatanna because she has been done to death, Doctor Strange never did interest me, and Constantine's a Brit. That leaves me only with Doctor Fate, and Earth-20 version of him's a lot more grounded - it's the version of the character that's the closest to my wheelhouse.

I'm with @Odin on this.

Let people have whatever preferences they want and judge them based on it. That applies to everything. Let stores practice apartheid or other kinds of segregation if they want, and judge them based upon it. For instance, if Coca Cola were open about being Racist, that would be nice, because then people who are strongly against racism would know not to do business with them.

If you think someone's morally bankrupt because they don't want to play with X gender and only allow Y's to apply to their interest check, click out of the thread and move on. It's not that serious.
@Hillandoes that mean you are interested?


It does.
@Hillan
are you assuming that apache helicopter's gender?


Yes.

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