Lord Wraith
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Reluctantly retired roleplayer.
Except when I'm not.
Why are you here when you should be writing posts?
You can edit a bad draft, but you cannot edit a blank page.
Except when I'm not.
Why are you here when you should be writing posts?
You can edit a bad draft, but you cannot edit a blank page.
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You left me a visitor message and I didn't lurk your profile. I'm just special.
Was it taking your cherry? That's another thing I do, I lurk for profiles that have no visitor messages and then I take their cherry.
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I’m like 50% sure you only wrote on my wall because you saw me lurking here already!
The other 50% is me having the worst memory on planet earth, so I went the safe direction and called you both out.
Nah, I would have written on your wall because you lurked my profile. It's a standard thing I do.
The John Lees Memorial MVP Award: Either goes to @Lord Wraith or @Inkarnate
I can't remember which one of you fuckos it was but stalking your profiles is what got me here, so thanks for that.
I know I thanked the post, but after writing on your wall and everything, you still managed to confuse me with Gowi. Moderately insulted over here.
Best Character Development: Thor (Lord Wraith)
It may be a bit of a slow burn compared to most of us jumping out of the gate, but Donald Blake's struggle with the identity of Thor-- and his literal struggle with Victor Creel-- has been very entertaining and engaging, with a very clear before-and-after, whereas a lot of us (myself very much included) have been more focused on future setups and plot-navigation and made our characters more or less fully-formed out of the box.
Much appreciated, I honestly thought the lack of dramatic development kind of left Thor overshadowed by his contemporaries so thank you very much for the recognition and encouraging words.
Now before I begin, there's a few of you I could easily put in each category so I'm going to really struggle here but nevertheless, on with the show.
Best Character: Let me begin by saying I don't like the Fantastic Four. Their best movie has been a loving homage in the form of the Incredibles, I've had little to no exposure to them on the small screen outside of mediocre animated series in the early 2000's and I've never picked up an F4 comic in my life. That all said, the way @Morden Man writes the team makes me feel invested. I can't open the IC fast enough when I see a new post from Morden. The dynamic between the team is just so fluent and natural and how they've been coping with ending up not only in a different time but different Earth has been exciting to read.
Best Character Concept: This was hard to pick because there's a lot of concepts I've really liked and I know a lot of them are probably going to be covered by other people, so for that reason I'm going to go with a bit of a wildcard choice and give some recognition to @Nib. Making the most use of the Singular Universe concept, Nib has brought us an X-Men team that takes the best from both Marvel's team and DC's Doom Patrol. From the leadership being provided by a joint venture between Xavier and Magneto to the beautiful use of Danny the World, I see this X-Men team as having a lot of fun and potential and look forward to many more posts.
Best Character Development: This was a hard one to pick but ultimately there was only one true choice for me. @HenryJonesJr and his Spider-Woman has been worth tuning into each time a new post has popped up. It's not just the character development of Gwen either that sells me, but also Peter's and Otto's. Seeing Otto's transition to villain mirror Gwen's own into a hero is beautiful and I really hope that I have the opportunity to eventually introduce Thor to Spider-Woman down the road.
Best Story: There's a lot of great storytelling in this RP, and all of you should take this award in some capacity but, much like with Morden and the Fantastic Four, there was one writer who made me care about the Green Lantern Corps. I've never liked the Green Lanterns, in fact, I have a well-documented hatred of the colour green in general. But I was on the edge of my seat with each post @Bounce made during Mary Jane's Last Dance. When Ch'p died, a part of me died, it was agonizing to read that scene, knowing it was coming as Bounce employed some of the best tropes of the crime drama.
Best Post: To pick the best post is a hard task in an RP with such quality writing but for me, one of my favourite posts belongs to @Master Bruce. Hands down, the introduction of Nygma was exceptionally well done, he sent a shiver down my spine and I love how Loeb was forced to tip-toe around Gordon due to the perceived public favourtism. The second half of the post dealing with Dent, Bruce and Selina was always quite enjoyable and I'm dying to see Selina suit up in a future post.
The John Lees Memorial MVP Award: As much as I appreciate Master Bruce's hard work and dedication to bringing one of the best RPs I have participated in within the last couple years, for me this award has to go to @Sep. There's a reason the Surfer arc was set around the Flash and that's because Sep brings heart to this RP, he's active in both the IC and OOC and he's always there to bounce ideas with and just generally a far more agreeable person than I ever could be. Both Sep and Flash and the MVPs of this RP in my eyes and I look forward to seeing more of them moving forward. There's no doubt in my mind that whatever team forms first, Flash will be a cornerstone thanks to the incredible work and dedication of Sep.
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The room was dimly lit.
The only sources of light being the various flickering streams as the woman flicked through the various news channels from across the country. Dirty, smudged glasses sat atop a thin nose, leading up a narrow face into a pair of tired blue eyes. Her hair was a dark tousled mess, pulled lazily into a bun on the right side of her head. In front of her laid several half-eaten containers of food, all from various take-out restaurants located in her surrounding neighbourhood.
A stylus in her hand, it moved quickly along the tablet in front of her as a nearby screen translated her movements, a character quickly coming to life as the young woman stared intently at the image of Superman.
"Spider-Woman. Now, let me say that again, true believers. Spider-WOMAN," The sound of New York City’s J. Jonah Jameson echoed through the graphic artist’s studio apartment as she worked.
"Not only do we have some freaky government experiment running around our city, but it’s also a social justice, radical feminist warrior! Now you know I don't have to tell you, INFO BUGLE, listeners what this means. These liberal warriors want to change everything about your life. And now they'll send their freaky women to make sure that happens! Jackbooted monster women to make sure you comply!" It was a recording from one of his broadcasts earlier in the month, back before Spider-Woman had made a name for herself, back before the Flash was as synonymous with Central City as the Batman was with Gotham. The world was changing and she could not be happier about.
June Moon had been a fan of the strange and bizarre longer than anyone could remember. It was her love of horror and the arcane that had encouraged her to sketch the monsters from the darkest corners of her mind, setting her on the path to where she found herself now.
Okay, so sleeping with the landlord to make up for late rent when her art wasn’t selling hadn’t exactly been in the plan but the East Coast native was living in California and she had been published at least once.
As the cover artist of a Harlequin novel.
So the path was a little hilly, June was making it work and these alleged heroes and their colourful costumes were going to help her get her big break. As the recorded broadcast ended, June noticed a clip from the sidebar of her feed as she clicked it open, her screen filling with a brilliant flash of lightning as the poor quality audio began to pour out of her speakers.
"I am Thor, the Son of Odin, God of Thunder, Heir to the Throne of Asgard, Protector of the Nine Realms, Björn of the North, the Lone Rider of the Storm, Lord of Battle, the fierce spirit and to my enemies the Terrible." The grainy cell phone footage didn’t exactly show the clearest picture, it had been overly compressed as was typical of some amateur who was just lucky enough to be one the scene.
“God of Thunder?” June shrugged as she muttered to herself. “Sure, why not?” She grabbed the keyboard, pausing the video to find the best frame possible before printing the image. Grabbing the warm paper out of the printer, June kicked off from the desk, rolling her chair across the room before spinning around and ejecting herself in front of a large corkboard.
“Got another one for you Bob,” She said to the wall, “Hot and fresh off the press.” The wall in question was June’s own collection of clippings from across the country, and hell the world. Artist interpretations of the Batman, newspaper clippings from Gotham, blurry camera stills attempting to catch the Flash and cellphone snaps of the Spider-Woman. If a hero had made a public appearance, they made the Board of Bizarre. But it wasn’t exclusively heroes, June kept take of anything strange and frankly, bizarre that happened in the world.
Suddenly the buzzer rang, disturbing June from her thoughts as she ran towards the door shouting.
“I’ll have the rent tomorrow!”
“Sorry,” A muffled voice yelled back from the other side of the door. “I’m just dropping off a package for a Miss Moon?”
“In that case, I’ll be right there,” June replied pulling the oversized t-shirt over her ill-fitting underwear. Picking out her wedgie as she walked over to the door, June held a hand to her mouth, exhaling before shrugging as she began to unlock the numerous locks that lined the back of her door. After what felt like an hour, she finally opened the door, smiling as the delivery man extended the package and a clipboard.
“If you could just go ahead and sign,” He stated as June quickly threw her signature onto the clipboard, handing it back to the man as he nodded, his eyes lingering too long as June’s legs before he decided to extend a hand.
“I’m Jorge by the way,” He stated, smiling as June took the hand.
“I’m not interested.” She responded before slamming the door and walking back into her apartment. The package was simply a padded envelope. Unable to locate a knife or her scissors, June bit down on the corner, giving the envelope a strong tug as it ripped open, an amulet falling out coupled with a note.
Picking the amulet up, June rubbed a thumb along the aged metal, a large green stone sitting in the middle while its casing was inscribed with the finest carvings the girl had ever seen. Absently putting the necklace over her head, June allowed it to fall into place, gasping as the heavy pendant landed on her chest.
Feeling around inside the envelope in case she missed something, June’s fingers found a small piece of paper as they pulled it out before unfolding it to read the contents.
A single word laid scrawled across the page as June mumbled it aloud to herself.
“Enchantress?”
Suddenly the apartment was filled with a green flare of light. The last sound heard was June’s frightened scream.
The only sources of light being the various flickering streams as the woman flicked through the various news channels from across the country. Dirty, smudged glasses sat atop a thin nose, leading up a narrow face into a pair of tired blue eyes. Her hair was a dark tousled mess, pulled lazily into a bun on the right side of her head. In front of her laid several half-eaten containers of food, all from various take-out restaurants located in her surrounding neighbourhood.
A stylus in her hand, it moved quickly along the tablet in front of her as a nearby screen translated her movements, a character quickly coming to life as the young woman stared intently at the image of Superman.
"Spider-Woman. Now, let me say that again, true believers. Spider-WOMAN," The sound of New York City’s J. Jonah Jameson echoed through the graphic artist’s studio apartment as she worked.
"Not only do we have some freaky government experiment running around our city, but it’s also a social justice, radical feminist warrior! Now you know I don't have to tell you, INFO BUGLE, listeners what this means. These liberal warriors want to change everything about your life. And now they'll send their freaky women to make sure that happens! Jackbooted monster women to make sure you comply!" It was a recording from one of his broadcasts earlier in the month, back before Spider-Woman had made a name for herself, back before the Flash was as synonymous with Central City as the Batman was with Gotham. The world was changing and she could not be happier about.
June Moon had been a fan of the strange and bizarre longer than anyone could remember. It was her love of horror and the arcane that had encouraged her to sketch the monsters from the darkest corners of her mind, setting her on the path to where she found herself now.
Okay, so sleeping with the landlord to make up for late rent when her art wasn’t selling hadn’t exactly been in the plan but the East Coast native was living in California and she had been published at least once.
As the cover artist of a Harlequin novel.
So the path was a little hilly, June was making it work and these alleged heroes and their colourful costumes were going to help her get her big break. As the recorded broadcast ended, June noticed a clip from the sidebar of her feed as she clicked it open, her screen filling with a brilliant flash of lightning as the poor quality audio began to pour out of her speakers.
"I am Thor, the Son of Odin, God of Thunder, Heir to the Throne of Asgard, Protector of the Nine Realms, Björn of the North, the Lone Rider of the Storm, Lord of Battle, the fierce spirit and to my enemies the Terrible." The grainy cell phone footage didn’t exactly show the clearest picture, it had been overly compressed as was typical of some amateur who was just lucky enough to be one the scene.
“God of Thunder?” June shrugged as she muttered to herself. “Sure, why not?” She grabbed the keyboard, pausing the video to find the best frame possible before printing the image. Grabbing the warm paper out of the printer, June kicked off from the desk, rolling her chair across the room before spinning around and ejecting herself in front of a large corkboard.
“Got another one for you Bob,” She said to the wall, “Hot and fresh off the press.” The wall in question was June’s own collection of clippings from across the country, and hell the world. Artist interpretations of the Batman, newspaper clippings from Gotham, blurry camera stills attempting to catch the Flash and cellphone snaps of the Spider-Woman. If a hero had made a public appearance, they made the Board of Bizarre. But it wasn’t exclusively heroes, June kept take of anything strange and frankly, bizarre that happened in the world.
Suddenly the buzzer rang, disturbing June from her thoughts as she ran towards the door shouting.
“I’ll have the rent tomorrow!”
“Sorry,” A muffled voice yelled back from the other side of the door. “I’m just dropping off a package for a Miss Moon?”
“In that case, I’ll be right there,” June replied pulling the oversized t-shirt over her ill-fitting underwear. Picking out her wedgie as she walked over to the door, June held a hand to her mouth, exhaling before shrugging as she began to unlock the numerous locks that lined the back of her door. After what felt like an hour, she finally opened the door, smiling as the delivery man extended the package and a clipboard.
“If you could just go ahead and sign,” He stated as June quickly threw her signature onto the clipboard, handing it back to the man as he nodded, his eyes lingering too long as June’s legs before he decided to extend a hand.
“I’m Jorge by the way,” He stated, smiling as June took the hand.
“I’m not interested.” She responded before slamming the door and walking back into her apartment. The package was simply a padded envelope. Unable to locate a knife or her scissors, June bit down on the corner, giving the envelope a strong tug as it ripped open, an amulet falling out coupled with a note.
Picking the amulet up, June rubbed a thumb along the aged metal, a large green stone sitting in the middle while its casing was inscribed with the finest carvings the girl had ever seen. Absently putting the necklace over her head, June allowed it to fall into place, gasping as the heavy pendant landed on her chest.
Feeling around inside the envelope in case she missed something, June’s fingers found a small piece of paper as they pulled it out before unfolding it to read the contents.
A single word laid scrawled across the page as June mumbled it aloud to herself.
“Enchantress?”
Suddenly the apartment was filled with a green flare of light. The last sound heard was June’s frightened scream.
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“You do realize I’m a small town veterinarian, not an NRC scientist?” Dr. Blake Donaldson asked, removing the large aviator style sunglasses from his face as he knelt beside a rather sizeable hole in the ground. Dirt had been strewn every which direction, the ground charred and broken, roots from distant trees forcibly exhumed from the ground. Plucking an impaled scale from one of the freshly splintered roots, Blake stood up, holding the fragmented skin in the light as he examined it.
“Old Man McNally called in an attack on his livestock to the Sheriff’s Office, I figured t’were some kind of practical joke, big ol’hole and all.” The Sheriff explained. “Once I saw the teeth marks on the cattle, I didn’t know who else to call,” Lamb added as he watched Blake work. “What’s that?” He asked while taking a step closer himself to get a better look.
“Animal Control.”
“Beggin’ yer pardon?”
“Next time,” Blake answered, “Call Animal Control.” He repeated before holding up the object in his hand. “As for this, Sheriff, it’s a scale, reptilian in nature, most similar to that of a snake’s in all but one regard, it’s about the size of a guitar pick.”
“That large?” Lamb asked, spitting a wad of chewing tobacco out of the side of his mouth while Blake looked on in disbelief coupled with disgust.
“You ever find a snake scale before?” Blake retorted as the Sheriff shook simply shrugged his shoulders before shaking his head reluctantly.
“Exactly,” Blake responded before climbing into the hole in front of the pair. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled his cellphone, swiping the top of the screen before tapping it to illuminate his flashlight as he shone the light down the freshly dug tunnel.
“Add to that, you could very nearly stand down up in here, Sheriff,” Blake shouted upwards as the Sheriff peered over the lip of the hole, looking down at the veterinarian.
“Ain’t no snake that big in all of ol’Oklahoma.” Sheriff commented as Blake rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath.
“Understatement of the year.” Leaning in closer to the tunnel walls, Blake could see the work of claws, touching the matted soil and dirt before yelling up, towards the Sheriff again.
“There’s also no snake that I know,” Blake began while climbing out of the hole, “That can burrow like this.” He finished, dusting himself off once he managed to return to solid ground.
“Show me the cattle.”
“Old Man McNally called in an attack on his livestock to the Sheriff’s Office, I figured t’were some kind of practical joke, big ol’hole and all.” The Sheriff explained. “Once I saw the teeth marks on the cattle, I didn’t know who else to call,” Lamb added as he watched Blake work. “What’s that?” He asked while taking a step closer himself to get a better look.
“Animal Control.”
“Beggin’ yer pardon?”
“Next time,” Blake answered, “Call Animal Control.” He repeated before holding up the object in his hand. “As for this, Sheriff, it’s a scale, reptilian in nature, most similar to that of a snake’s in all but one regard, it’s about the size of a guitar pick.”
“That large?” Lamb asked, spitting a wad of chewing tobacco out of the side of his mouth while Blake looked on in disbelief coupled with disgust.
“You ever find a snake scale before?” Blake retorted as the Sheriff shook simply shrugged his shoulders before shaking his head reluctantly.
“Exactly,” Blake responded before climbing into the hole in front of the pair. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled his cellphone, swiping the top of the screen before tapping it to illuminate his flashlight as he shone the light down the freshly dug tunnel.
“Add to that, you could very nearly stand down up in here, Sheriff,” Blake shouted upwards as the Sheriff peered over the lip of the hole, looking down at the veterinarian.
“Ain’t no snake that big in all of ol’Oklahoma.” Sheriff commented as Blake rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath.
“Understatement of the year.” Leaning in closer to the tunnel walls, Blake could see the work of claws, touching the matted soil and dirt before yelling up, towards the Sheriff again.
“There’s also no snake that I know,” Blake began while climbing out of the hole, “That can burrow like this.” He finished, dusting himself off once he managed to return to solid ground.
“Show me the cattle.”
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