Hillan

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THE MOST DANGEROUS MAN IN THE WORLD

T H E
G R I F T E R

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^{_{COLE ADAM CASH ♦ CON-MAN ♦ ON THE RUN ♦ TEAM SEVEN}}

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:

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^{"A bullet is forever."}

You remember that New 52 run called 'The Grifter - Most Wanted"? No? Me neither.

This takes the bare bones of that concept and runs with it. Adapts it to my writing and I'll strive to tell some sort of military-on-the-run story with sci-fi elements and the ability to bring the entire world into chaos via alien invasion. Writing an action thriller that's about uncertainty and a guy who thinks he's playing everyone else for a fool. A cat and mouse game where nobody's sure who's the cat and who's the mouse.

Basically, a lot of shooting, spycraft and what it really means to be a psionic.

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:

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To be frank, I've been wanting to play Grifter for as long as I've known about the character, and never had a story or even the faintest idea of what to do with him. After rewatching Mission Impossible, Shooter (both the movie and the TV-show) and reading his New 52 run, I realize he's the perfect vehicle for me to tell my military based stories I'd normally try to push onto an OC or some Frankenstein version of some other street hero like Red Hood or Punisher.

Due to his psionic connection, he allows for the weird and whacky to undercut the grimdark, bullets and explosions.

C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:

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Max Cash:
Younger Brother, Government Agent and massive pain in Cole's ass. Max played hard with the rules while Cole played loose. A decorated war hero and veteran, Max is one of the most esteemed soldiers America's produced in the past half century.

Rick Flag:
Cole's commanding officer before he joined Team Seven. Flag taught Cole everything he knows about being a soldier.

TEAM SEVEN:
His brothers in arms once upon a time. They've fallen out of touch with each other, but if there was one thing the military teaches you, it's how to rely on your new family.

Jeanette Tarkov:
(ex) Girlfriend and Partner in crime.

Franklin Clay:
A Burnt spy he met along the way.

Daemonites:
Freaky psychic aliens who are infiltrating mankind.

S A M P L E P O S T:

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"When you realize that kind of person you are, you know your path in life, right?" He began, taking out the cigarette from his mouth, putting the glass of whiskey against his lips instead, drinking deeply. "For some, it's when they catch that 50 yard throw and wins the homecoming game with a touchdown. For others, it's when they have to save someone who's drowning. When they first pick up a guitar, or when they drive their dads 69 Mustang for the first time." His words were dry, hanging in the air of the empty bar, only him and the barkeep who wasn't really paying any attention to him as he was closing up. Wiping the counter and hanging chairs upside down on it afterwards.

"For me. I thought it happened when I held a gun for the first time. Colt 1911, 40 caliber. We were hunting, and I had tracked down the deer. It got out of the way of the bullet from my rifle, but I chased him down when I heard it scream. By dumb luck, it had stepped on a beer trap that was laid out there in the forest. I was 13 when me and my dad found it, and he handed me his pistol and told me to put it out of it's misery." He took another whiff of his cigarette, filling his lungs with the black smoke, exhaling, playing with the liquid at the bottom of his glass.

"If I'm being honest. I was scared as hell. Firing the rifle was exciting. But a handgun? Looking into the scared deer's eyes as a pressed the metal barrel against it's skull, and how my hand shook till my dad put his hand on my shoulder and told me the advice I'd live my life by."

"I knew that that was my calling. The way of the gun. A hunter. A warrior." He scoffed. "Yet, these days, it seems like I'm the prey." His eyes peered into the TV in the corner of the room, reflecting the light from the news, showing how a man with long blonde hair, just like his, wearing the exact same black T-shirt he had on, fought and killed two Police Officers four blocks away, an hour ago.

The bartender caught a glimpse of the Newsshow, finally paying attention to what the patron was saying. His eyes grew wide with concern.
"Get out of here before I call the cops." He promised, his hand reaching behind the bar, grabbing the handle of the wooden bat. Cole could see his eyes were full of deceit, as his hand rested on his hip.

He Knows! I need assistance! the bartenders true voice hissed in the other man's head. The smoker pulled his gun out, the same kind of gun he had talked about from when he was a kid. The .40 cal 1911. Leaping from his seat, Cole dodged under the swing of the bat, the bat colliding with the counter behind him, shattering the wooden counter, showing off the bartenders incredible strength. Cole hit him with the butt of his gun, stunning the bartender, Cole could now see the blue energy oozing off of the man. He aimed his pistol at the disoriented man and quoted the words his father had told him back in the forest that day.

"A bullet is forever."

BANG

P O S T C A T A L O G:

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Issue 1:
1.00 - Seventeeen

Hillan's Parade Of Characters

T H E B A T M A N

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_{^{Bruce Wayne
The Symbol
Dick Grayson
The Leader
Jason Todd
The Soldier
Tim Drake
The Detective}}

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:

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Bruce Wayne realizes his one-man crusade is unfeasible and instead recruits his three adoptive sons into the fray and trains them from a very young age into becoming capable crime fighters in their own way. A tale about family, trust and kicking a lot of ass - a family business, as it were.

^""

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:

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To be frank, I've been wanting to play Grifter for as long as I've known about the character, and never had a story or even the faintest idea of what to do with him. After rewatching Mission Impossible, Shooter (both the movie and the TV-show) and reading his New 52 run, I realize he's the perfect vehicle for me to tell my military based stories I'd normally try to push onto an OC or some Frankenstein version of some other street hero like Red Hood or Punisher.

Due to his psionic connection, he allows for the weird and whacky to undercut the grimdark, bullets and explosions.

C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:

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Max Cash:
Younger Brother, Government Agent and massive pain in Cole's ass. Max played hard with the rules while Cole played loose. A decorated war hero and veteran, Max is one of the most esteemed soldiers America's produced in the past half century.

Rick Flag:
Cole's commanding officer before he joined Team Seven. Flag taught Cole everything he knows about being a soldier.

TEAM SEVEN:
His brothers in arms once upon a time. They've fallen out of touch with each other, but if there was one thing the military teaches you, it's how to rely on your new family.

Jeanette Tarkov:
(ex) Girlfriend and Partner in crime.

Franklin Clay:
A Burnt spy he met along the way.

Daemonites:
Freaky psychic aliens who are infiltrating mankind.

S A M P L E P O S T:

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"When you realize that kind of person you are, you know your path in life, right?" He began, taking out the cigarette from his mouth, putting the glass of whiskey against his lips instead, drinking deeply. "For some, it's when they catch that 50 yard throw and wins the homecoming game with a touchdown. For others, it's when they have to save someone who's drowning. When they first pick up a guitar, or when they drive their dads 69 Mustang for the first time." His words were dry, hanging in the air of the empty bar, only him and the barkeep who wasn't really paying any attention to him as he was closing up. Wiping the counter and hanging chairs upside down on it afterwards.

"For me. I thought it happened when I held a gun for the first time. Colt 1911, 40 caliber. We were hunting, and I had tracked down the deer. It got out of the way of the bullet from my rifle, but I chased him down when I heard it scream. By dumb luck, it had stepped on a beer trap that was laid out there in the forest. I was 13 when me and my dad found it, and he handed me his pistol and told me to put it out of it's misery." He took another whiff of his cigarette, filling his lungs with the black smoke, exhaling, playing with the liquid at the bottom of his glass.

"If I'm being honest. I was scared as hell. Firing the rifle was exciting. But a handgun? Looking into the scared deer's eyes as a pressed the metal barrel against it's skull, and how my hand shook till my dad put his hand on my shoulder and told me the advice I'd live my life by."

"I knew that that was my calling. The way of the gun. A hunter. A warrior." He scoffed. "Yet, these days, it seems like I'm the prey." His eyes peered into the TV in the corner of the room, reflecting the light from the news, showing how a man with long blonde hair, just like his, wearing the exact same black T-shirt he had on, fought and killed two Police Officers four blocks away, an hour ago.

The bartender caught a glimpse of the Newsshow, finally paying attention to what the patron was saying. His eyes grew wide with concern.
"Get out of here before I call the cops." He promised, his hand reaching behind the bar, grabbing the handle of the wooden bat. Cole could see his eyes were full of deceit, as his hand rested on his hip.

He Knows! I need assistance! the bartenders true voice hissed in the other man's head, and he pulled his gun out, the same kind of gun he had talked about from when he was a kid. The .40 cal 1911. Cole dodged under the swing of the bat, the bat colliding with the counter behind him, shattering the wooden counter, showing off the bartenders incredible strength. Cole hit him with the butt of his gun, stunning the bartender, Cole could now see the blue energy oozing off of the man. He aimed his pistol at the disoriented man and quoted the words his father had told him back in the forest that day.

"A bullet is forever."

BANG

P O S T C A T A L O G:

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Issue 1:
1.00 - Seventeeen

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@Master Bruce

Batman has been booted from the game due to clear lack of interest from his creator.

The Batman (Original character, do not steal. TM) is hereby accepted and welcomed to the roster.

The bat is dead, long live the bat.

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A L A N S C O T T

_{Location: Central American Monorails}

Post #1.02: Proposals II

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_{Interaction(s):}

Previously: Proposals I

He was back on the train, as if the last five minutes hadn't happened. As if Rose wasn't gone, and as if he wasn't about to be turned into a charred piece of meat from the spreading fire. Yet, the train was different. It was moving, sure. But it was... Different. Diffused. Strange, almost as if it was lacking it's color and... Well, to be frank, it's life. The train felt grey. He peered out of the window, and he could tell that they were passing things, but he couldn't make out what they were passing. Like a hazy dream. He looked to the passengers, to Rose's seat, thinking he had been dreaming.

Empty.

He thought he could hear people talking, but once he shifted his focus towards it, all he found as silence and emptiness.

"Hello?" Alan's voice rang out, standing up. "Where is everyone?" His words fell on deaf ears. Changing his question, he found a more suitable one. "Where am I?" He walked the train, from the train he was in, towards the front. Crossing over to the next cart, he was met with the same view. And empty, quiet cart. No melody playing, no chugging of the rails. It was all quiet, numb, even. He turned his head to look into the baggage area in this cart, it was where he and Rose had put their stuff. The bags were gone, but in the peripheral view of his eye, he could see a man. One dressed in blue and gold. But as his eyes chased him, trying to see him, he was gone. As if he had never been there to begin with.
"What the hell?!" He spat, moving faster towards the next cart. Chasing the man he thought he saw. He opened the next door, and in it, he found yet another empty cart... Or so he thought.

Inside was a woman. Sitting comfortably in a luxurious chair, far too fancy to belong on a train. Hers was the only seat in that isle, separated by a small table from the rest of the seats. Her legs were crossed, she was dressed in all black and her face was covered by her black hair. A cigarette decorated her lips as she huffed deep breaths of smoke.

"So, you're here." She spoke, calm yet demanding. The voice echoed in Alan's head. He held his temple for a second, feeling the vertigo from the impact of her voice. Things stopped spinning, and the woman got up from her seat, and stared at him.
"Do you know where you are?" She asked, exhaling more smoke. Alan nodded.

"Train 4013, headed to Gotham. I'm here with my fian-" He was cut off by the memory of seeing Rose fall into the firey cavern created by the train wreckage. "Wrong," The woman responded. "that's where you were."

"You know how unlikely it is to survive a train crash, even more so an explosion on a train?" The woman asked and Alan blinked, recalling a math equation he had solved back in school 11 years ago. "A derailing's got good survival rates. But something like this is more like a plane crash. One in a hundred, maybe." He calculated quickly in his head, surprised he had that information available to him already. The woman smirked under her hood. "This was more like a nuclear bomb." Alan felt his face get cold at the notion. "What do you mean?" He prodded, she took another big huff of the cigarette that seemed to be never-ending.

"You're dead. Or, at least very close to. This is what's called Limbo. The realm between life and death." Her voice was somber, serious. Cold. She offered no comfort in those words, and no glimmer of hope was betrayed.

"I don't believe in an afterlife." Alan would protest, the woman chuckled.
"Yet it would seem the afterlife believes in you, Alan Scott."

"That's a horrifying thought." Alan folded, shifting nervously at the way the woman's voice had echoed in his entire being.
As their conversation carried forward, Alan heard another whisper, something more akin to a caress in his head, it wasn't words. It was intention. "So who's the man?"

"The man in the blue and gold?" he continued. The woman bit onto the butt of the cigarette, clearly not amused by the question. "You saw a man in blue and gold?" she seemed almost bothered by the prospect, and Alan nodded. "Yeah. He was right here, I thought. I followed him to this cart." Alan felt a sudden urge growing inside of him, almost pulling him forward. The woman stood wide in front of him, blocking his way.

"The man in blue and gold is just a reflection of your dying mind. Ignore it. I'm here to guide you to the other side, Alan." She promised, her voice suddenly softer, and Alan shrugged. "What, so this train is a manifestation of my imagination?" And the woman nodded. "People don't usually take to abstract metaphysical concept quite so easily. Yes. This is how you perceive the afterlife. In the ancient days, I was a skeleton rowing a boat down a river. Now, I'm a young woman in a train."

"You're death?" Alan asked, and the woman shook her head. "No. You're not quite that important. I'm middle management, for now. I'm a reaper."

"You forgot the scythe at home." Alan joked, his urge getting stronger and he felt something calling for him. The woman let out a scoff at his humor. "Deflecting with jokes doesn't work anymore, Alan. There's nowhere left to run. This train will stop."

"But there's something else for me here." The would-be dead man claimed. And the reaper protested, getting pushed aside by Alan who walked to the next cart, seeing a faint glow behind it. As he opened the door, he saw the man in blue and gold again, he couldn't make out the face, but he had his hand reached out for him.

The gold-clad hand reached out for him and Alan heard a man's voice echo the words "Help me" to him. Alan pushed forward, ending up at the back of the train again, which was the complete opposite direction of where he was going. The reaper appeared behind him.
"The train's getting shorter, Alan. Your brain is dying, and soon, there won't be anything left of you."
"What happens then?" He asked, the reaper pouted her lips and told it to him straight. "You become a spirit. Demented, scared and without direction. With time, you will turn to anger and become a vengeful ghost. Cursed to forever walk the world with no chance at redemption."

Alan nodded. "If you had told me ghosts and afterlife were real yesterday, I'd ask you what you were drinking. But for some reason... I believe you." He turned around, his words hanging in the air, almost in anticipation for what he was gonna say next. "I can't go. There's something here." He said, walking towards the storage shelves. Finding the only object in the train that didn't look like it was fading. It was a chest, a lockbox, rather. Ornate. As he touched it, it opened without him finding a locking mechanism. The reaper got agitated, sprouting two massive black wings from her back, her hood flying off, revealing her dirty blonde hair and pale face.

"Don't touch that!" She shouted, loud enough to shake the entire train, her voice echoing like a banshees. Alan opened the chest, a green glow washing over him, the reaper appearing behind him, and as she touched him to stop him, he touched the green glowing mass. A green light erupted from him, burning away the reaper. The train filling with color again, focusing around him. He felt alive again.

Suddenly, he was holding a massive green lantern in his right hand and his engagement ring in his left. The lantern melted into the ring as Limbo faded away, fought off by the light as Alan was brought back to life.
A voice echoing in his head, in a language he couldn't comprehend, yet, he understood what it was saying to him. It was a contract. A proposal.
The green ring appeared on his middle finger when he spoke the most terrifying three letter word in the English language.

"Yes."

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A L A N S C O T T

_{Location: Central American Monorails}

Post #1.01: Proposals I

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_{Interaction(s):}

Previously:

"Rose Irene Forrest, will you marry me?"

Standing on his knee on the floor of the train. They were in first-class, the train heading towards Gotham City. They were currently somewhere outside of New York. The trip was supposed to be for business. Alan was going to Gotham to work for the broadcasting company, working on the 6G-masts that would bring on a revolution of communication. Rose tagged along to go see her parents in Gotham, at least that was what Alan convinced her to do.

The blonde man was sweating, his pulse was beating in his ears and his hands were a little shaky. Rachel had known him as the most confident and headstrong man in the world, and seeing him this scared to ask her to marry him was perhaps the most surprising thing of all.

The coming six seconds of anguish and uncertainty, of hope and love were perhaps the longest in Alan’s life. She looked at him in shock first, and then her face cracked into a smile, and he felt his heart burst with joy. His stomach fluttering like butterflies and a big-dumb-grin on his face as he said the best three-letter word in the English language.

“Yes.” Tears falling down her face as she hugged him. Putting the golden ring onto her hand, the ring Alan had gotten from his mom after his father had died. They kissed and all seemed well. The passengers that overheard them cheered them on and Alan ordered a bottle of champagne for the two of them. This was the best day of Alan Scott’s life. The train was reaching the bridge, that lead into the Gotham Tunnel, making them about 40 minutes from their destination.

That’s when he heard it. The brakes of the train failing, followed by the ear-shattering explosion in the Train’s front, echoing all of the way to the very back of the train, where they were seated.

The coming nineteen seconds of carnage were among the longest in Alan Scott’s life. The train car in front had derailed, and the rest of the train followed suit, getting off the rails, down the gap between the two cliffs, where the bridge they were travelling on had been a minute ago. Falling into the great empty. Alan saw the cart ahead of them fall, and with it, things started getting blurry. Time slowed down. Yet, his memory would fail him here. Their train cart would hang over the edge, as he and Rose were recovering from the hit. Screams, cries and the foul smell of fire - people burning - tinted the air. His pulse was fast, his heartbeat heavy. His head had hit the window, and Rose had broken her right hand. Alan got up, and walked towards Rose, lifting her up, to try and get out of the train cart, to the one behind them.

Another explosion, this time right behind them, split the cart in two, leaving Alan on his stomach, hanging off the ledge. Holding Rose by her hand, her body danging down into the ravine, nothing but a maw of flames below her. He held on to her, but their grips were slipping. First by the wrist, her nails digging into his, then he slipped,holding her by the hand. Rose mouthed the greatest three worded sentence in any language, as Alan's hand slipped, holding her by the ring on the finger, only thing giving him enough texture to grip on.

"Hold on!" He shouted, his other hand trying to grip after her, but as he shifted, she slipped out of the ring. His other hand chasing after her, but it wasn't enough. He watched her fall into the flames, leaving only the golden ring in his hands, tears streaming down his face and a yell so loud he couldn't even hear it escaped his lungs.

But then it all faded to black...

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Maybe as a compromise, open Friday but count for inactivity as if we started Saturday? That way people who want to go in early can, and people who'd prefer to prepare still have their usual allotted amount of time.

@DocTachyon

And that's why we pay Doc the big bucks.

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<Snipped quote by Hillan>

I put it together in ten minutes. If you want needless sexualization and gratuitous booty shots, I'll need at least an hour.

@Retired

I need her to wear stilts. At least 4 feet tall stilts. Do not ask why.

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@Retired

I hate it. She has pants now. That's practical.

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G R E E N L A N T E R N

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^{_{ALAN WELLINGTON SCOTT ♦ ENGINEER ♦ NOMADIC ♦ THE STARHEART}}

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:

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^{"I am the Shield Of Solidarity. The Sentinel of the Starheart."}

Alan Scott is an average 30-something Engineer when his world collapses in front of him. Not so much in the non-literal sense of "My world came crashing down" as it was 'the train me and my fiance are in is exploding'. Alan's Fiance is pronounced dead, as is every other passenger on the scene. He survives, and he isn't completely sure why. He remembers the fire. But he doesn't remember it scorching him. He remembers it soothing him. Saving him. Giving him purpose.

He remembers the green energy-battery he found on that train, how he reached for it as he jumped out of the train cart he was in, onto the next. How holding onto the lantern had saved his life.

He didn't understand any of it. Hell, even in time, he couldn't believe it. He's now left in a world that doesn't make sense to him, given new purpose. A purpose he perhaps doesn't see yet.

And the strange old man in the blue and gold he keeps having visions of sure isn't making things any easier for him.

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:

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I want to write Alan because frankly, I know nothing about Mr. Scott. I've never gotten the chance to tackle the Lantern Mythos, and I think I have a upheave of content to provide on the subject. It's such a deep lore that often goes unexplored, in my opinion. And most of the unused concepts focus on Alan, not on Hal or Kyle. Everyone's written stories about the Green Lanterns being intergalactic police. Very few have written stories about a Green Lantern being a novice mage tapping into the fact that the Green Lanterns are steeped in magic.

Alan is a skeptic. He doesn't believe in magic. He's a realistic and believes in things like math, not sorcery. At least in the beginning. He's given the power of the Starheart and with it, he possesses one of the most powerful magical artifacts in the universe. It's his job to figure out how to use it, and use it for good. And in doing so, he'll come across the old man who will serve as his mentor and guide him through his foray into the unnatural.

My goals with Alan is to tell pulpy Supernatural stories. Equal parts Doc Fate from Earth-20, MCU's Doctor Strange and straight up detective stories, all mixed into with the Green-Ringed hero we all known.

C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:

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Additional Cast:
Rose Forrest: Fiance and love of Alan's life. Taken from him, and with it, any chance he had at a normal life.

Starheart: The sentience given to the magic captured by the Guardians millions of years ago. It was locked away on earth, only now revealing itself. Confined to the Green Lantern Battery, it's will is felt through it's chosen champion via the ring worn on his hand. The Starheart is doing what it can to influence Alan, albeit subtly at first. Like someone who's just woken up, the Starheart's actions are vague and without direction, but will in time pick up speed. Becoming Alan's greatest ally. Or his most impossible foe.

Kent Nelson: The Former Doctor Fate. Now hunting down the shards of Nabu in an effort to reforge the agent or order and the protector of Earth from magical threats. A role that he will teach Alan to fill-in for him while he's looking to restore Fate.

Molly Mayne: Ex-Girlfriend from College. 'The one who got away'. Find Alan after his apparent demise, she works as an independent journalist and is out for the story on the Green Lantern, and to rekindle the flame between her and Alan, unaware that the two would be the same.

Richard Swift: Lab Partner and friend since High School. Swift and Scott have drifted apart in the years since they both left college, Swift is now working as a tech-based thief, going by the dark web alias 'Shade'.

Elaine Belloc: Granddaugter of the Pressence. Daughter of Michael. Nephilim and destined to rule all of the cosmos. If there ever was a personification of 'out of your league' it would be Elaine. She teaches Alan about the occult and makes him a far better warrior, and man.

The Seven Demons: The evil that's primarily the focus of Alan's first foray into magic. They are spreading mischief, discord and chaos across the world, forcing Alan and his posse to hunt them down and try to put a stop to them.

The Guardians Of the Universe:
The 'wisest people in the cosmos' they call themselves. Alan doesn't know them, but the Starheart does. It will projects those feelings onto Alan when prompted.

S A M P L E P O S T:

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"Rose Irene Forrest, will you marry me?"

Standing on his knee on the floor of the train. They were in first-class, the train heading towards Gotham City. They were currently somewhere outside of New York. The trip was supposed to be for business. Alan was going to Gotham to work for the broadcasting company, working on the 6G-masts that would bring on a revolution of communication. Rose tagged along to go see her parents in Gotham, at least that was what Alan convinced her to do.

The blonde man was sweating, his pulse was beating in his ears and his hands were a little shaky. Rachel had known him as the most confident and headstrong man in the world, and seeing him this scared to ask her to marry him was perhaps the most surprising thing of all.

The coming six seconds of anguish and uncertainty, of hope and love were perhaps the longest in Alan’s life. She looked at him in shock first, and then her face cracked into a smile, and he felt his heart burst with joy. His stomach fluttering like butterflies and a big-dumb-grin on his face as he said the best three-letter word in the English language.

“Yes.” Tears falling down her face as she hugged him. Putting the golden ring onto her hand, the ring Alan had gotten from his mom after his father had died. They kissed and all seemed well. The passengers that overheard them cheered them on and Alan ordered a bottle of champagne for the two of them. This was the best day of Alan Scott’s life. The train was reaching the bridge, that lead into the Gotham Tunnel, making them about 40 minutes from their destination.

That’s when he heard it. The brakes of the train failing, followed by the ear-shattering explosion in the Train’s front, echoing all of the way to the very back of the train, where they were seated.

The coming nineteen seconds of carnage were among the longest in Alan Scott’s life.

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A list linking to your IC posts as they're created. This can be used for a reference guide to your character or to summarize completed arcs and stories.

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@Hillan Favouritism.

@mattmanganon

You're right.

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Instead, it was Wraith who waltzed in and was buddy-buddy with Hillan to be handed the cape.

@Retired

If only you had friends you could waltz in and be buddy-buddy with.