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Absolute Comics - Season Two: The Monster Within

@Marrok, apologizes but all applications are to be submitted through the OOC for approval before being posted in the character tab.

Absolute Comics - Season Two: The Monster Within

Pretty curious as to who those two characters are.

Absolute Comics - Season Two: The Monster Within

Calling all angels friends from UOU;

@AndyC
@Eddie Brock
@HenryJonesJr
@Hound55
@Natty

Just in case you hadn't seen this thread and since I'm shameless.

Absolute Comics - Season Two: The Monster Within

@Jareth just in case you missed it, the OOC is live so if you could repost your sheet for review that would be much-appreciated friendo!

Absolute Comics - Season Two: The Monster Within

Absolute Comics - Season Two: The Monster Within

Attention!

The Flash, as submitted by @Hillan
Wonder Woman, as submitted by @Star Lord
The Night Shift, as submitted by @Byrd Man
The X-Men, as submitted by @Saint Maxx
Blade, as submitted by @Simple Unicycle
Spider-Man, as submitted by @DocTachyon
Supergirl, as submitted by @Inkarnate
Daredevil, as submitted by @Roman



Please move your accepted sheets into the character tab and await the launch of the IC. Those of you accepted now also have certain say over any characters related to yours (IE Legacy) but if the GM staff feel as though you're being unfair are able to step in and arbitrate the situation.

Looking forward to seeing these stories unfold in the coming weeks.

Wraith's Little Workshop of Horrors

TBD

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T P R O P O S A L

T H E S U B - M A R I N E R

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

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^{"From the day I was born, they called me the 'Avenging Son'. Spawn of two worlds… yet fated to belong fully to none."
N A M O R}

The basic premise to my entire idea surrounding Namor can be quickly summed up as the Rebel from Xebel. In order to accomplish my ideas, I have to merge the Sub-Mariner's lore with DC's Aquaman in order to smooth over the two conflicting Atlantises. Going forward with this, a big question I asked myself moving forward with the concept was, 'What if Namor had never been embraced as royalty by the people of Atlantis?'

Instead, in this version, Namor is treated as the bastard he is. He is not the ruler of Atlantis, nor is he considered to be in line for the throne. Namor was born to a Princess due to an unsanctioned union with a surface dweller while out of wedlock. Due to this, Namor was not accepted as an heir to the throne but instead an affront to the kingdom. As a result, he and his mother were shunned, sent to the penal colony of Xebel where they were forced to live in squalor and endure a hard life. Instead of a pampered prince and trained warrior, this Namor has spent most of his life beneath the waves an oppressed outcast.

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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The primary motivation for Namor will be the liberation of Atlantis from underneath the iron fist of tyranny and putting the true heir on the throne. Motivated both by a desire for revenge, vindication and the needs of his people, he'll seek out the lost prince. For at least the first season mark, my goals are for Namor to have cemented his place as a hero torn between the world beneath the waves he's lived his whole life oppressed by and the surface world, a strange foreign place that will equally fear him as it does embrace him not for who or what he is, but by what he does and the power he wields.

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

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- - One of Namor's closest childhood friends, Princess Mera is the daughter of King Nereus, the current ruler of the neighboring Xebel and one of the last vocal opposers of the Tyrant King Orvax. A close friend to the late King Tyndareos, Nereus had betrothed Mera to the late king's first born. However with the death of the king, his successor Orvax sought to keep the deal but Nereus refused. In response, Orvax had the thriving Xebel reduced to a penal colony and subsequently making Mera a Princess to nothing more than Outcasts and Undesriables. The son of the King Orvax's Elite Polemarch, Byyrah has been groomed his entire life to be a warrior and to eventually act as the Hand of the King. Unfortunately for Byyrah however, he has never measured up in his father's eyes and was instead berated for being a coward and a weakling. In an effort to build some character, Byyrah's father had his son shipped off to Xebel, hoping time in the penal colony would build character. Born Orin, son of Tyndareos, Arthur is the one true heir to the throne of Atlantis. After discovering the treachery of Orvax and his hand in the murder of King Tyndareos, Atlanna took the infant Orin and escaped the surface world but not without being pursued. Fending for not only her life but the life of her son, Atlanna managed to escape Orvax's forces but not without injury. Washing ashore, she was luckily found by a lighthouse keeper named Philip Curry. While Philip nursed her back to health and cared for Orin, Atlanna decided it would be best to stay hidden on the surface until a time when Orin could make a claim for the throne. Son of Orvax, Orm is the next heir for the throne and is intent on obtaining it as soon as possible. Cruel and unburdened by morality, Orm is not afraid to take the throne by any means necessary, no matter who stands in his way.

S A M P L E P O S T:

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_{Location: Miami - Florida, United States of America}

Sample Post: "I'm In Miami, Trick!"

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Previously: None

The afternoon sun's rays shone over the warm sands from high in the clear sky as the gentle waves of the Atlantic rolled over the busy beach, its shoreline filled with people of all walks of life enjoying their relaxation. Upbeat music echoed out over the glistening water as the sweet aromas of still smoking barbecue coals mixed with the various scented tanning oils while wafting through the open air along the water's edge. The welcoming scents were joined by the cheerful cries and amused mirth coming from swimwear clad bodies of all ages, the 'thud' of a volleyball ringing out before it soared over the nearby net mounted by on the shore.

The calm water was suddenly disturbed as a large wave parted the near stillness of the ocean. Three figures emerged from beneath the water as they walked towards the sand-covered shore. Looking around with his dark eyes, Namor watched as a near hush fell over the beach, the awkward silence broken only by the still playing radio. All eyes on the beach had turned to look towards the three Atlanteans as Namor, Mera and Byyrah stepped onto dry land for what was most certainly, the first time in their lives.

Taking the first step forward, Namor turned his head towards the ground as the hot, coarse sand pushed between his toes causing the Atlantean to crinkle his nose in disgust at the uncomfortable feeling the dry sand created. Adjusting his weapon's sheath, Namor nodded towards Mera and Byyrah before turning towards the nearest human.

"Where is the keeper of the house of light?" Namor demanded as his hand fell towards his weapon before feeling a gentle touch from Mera brush against his arm. Reluctantly releasing his grip on his blade, Namor appealed to the man further.

"We must speak to him urgently, it is a matter of utmost importance to both the safety of his son and our home." Namor demanded as the man's eyes went wide, fear obviously his driving emotion although it was apparent that his confusion was highly elevated as well as he looked at Namor's armour and then at the scale plated attire of Mera and back at Namor again.

"I ain't gotta clue what you're talking, buddy." The man replied backing away slightly. "But if you're looking for Comicon, you and your buddies washed up on the wrong coast."

"Comicon?" Mera interjected as she stepped forward. "Is that the kingdom which the house of light resides in? How many leagues is it from here?" She asked as the man could only shake his head, rubbing his right temple as he tried to make sense of the people in front of him.

"Are you guys like method actors? Am I being punked?" He asked, looking around the beach for cameras only to notice the numerous onlookers and cellphones pointed his way. Apparently the man had got his wish after all, even if it wasn't going to be network television.

"Look, this is all very funny, but I'm just trying to enjoy my day off, have a few beers on the beach. I really ain't looking to deal with someone else's circus."

"I really don't see how there's any amusement to be gained from our despair," Byyrah stated, speaking for the first time. "Namor has asked you a rather simple question, do you know the location of the house of light or not?"

"I don't even know what a 'house of light' is, buddy!" The man screamed back as Byyrah's hand instinctively went towards the weapon holstered over his shoulder. Holding his hands up the man staggered backwards before Namor stepped forward, placing a hand on Byyrah's chest, before tapping it lightly.

"No need to spill blood, the human clearly knows nothing." Namor spoke with a no-nonsense demeanour that left no room for argument from either the man in front of him or the Atlanteans behind him.

"Come," He nodded towards the pair before turning his head towards the towering city of Miami beyond the beach. "Let us see if their polis provides any further information."

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THE TYRANNY OF KING ORVAX

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-While an heir to the throne, Namor is not the first heir as his mother had an older sister.
-The throne was succeeded by 'Orm?' and the kingdom has fallen into a state of disarray.
-Freed with help of 'Mera?', Namor travels to the surface in search of the true King all while discovering the hero within or something else cheesy lol.
-End result is Orin/Arthur ushering in a new era for Atlantis, while Namor becomes the liason to the Surface world and representative on the Justice League.
-Love triangle between Namor, Mera and Arthur?

Absolute Comics - Season Two: The Monster Within

He'll put a shock to your system!

Absolute Comics - Season Two: The Monster Within

All submitted sheets have been recorded under Pending Applications on the Character Tab. Plenty of time left on most of them if someone wants to do a little sparring.

Absolute Comics - Season Two: The Monster Within

VOIDED

_{Location: Atantis - Hellas, 8794 BCE}

Prologue #0.01: The Great Cataclysm

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A heavy billowing cloud of thick smoke-like fog flowed freely over the water surrounding the thriving island nation. Above the water locked empire, flashes of lightning lit up the sky like the fire still used by the barbarians to push back the blanketing darkness of night. The storm had been raging for almost the entirety of the last lunar cycle and only promised to get worse as the winds and rain continued to increase in ferocity. Villages that had previously dotted the shore of the Sargasse and Cantabrian had long been submerged beneath her rising waters. Their occupants; the lawless barbarians that dwelled in the barrens across the channel beyond Atlantis’ shores, had been at the gates of the great, ever growing empire since the rising tide washed away the first of their comparatively primitive homes.

Despite the raging weather, the barbarians, however, remained persistent in their efforts. Their dying breaths wasted trying to penetrate the impregnable walls of the breathtaking capital of Poseidonis. Their weapons of stone and bronze breaking against the exterior of the Atlantean built city, barely scratching the glistening surface of the refined orichalcum. Another flash of lightning above the city illuminated the foreboding, dark sky. The towering arched spires cast long shadows over the horde of primitives outside of the walls below as they reached towards the heavens, a testament of the might of Atlantis. Behind the polished walls, the city’s trained hoplites stood ready, continually patrolling in case the gates were breached by the angry horde.

Rising up from the center of the sprawling city, a towering pyramid-like platform elevated a massive building above the rest of the city. Smooth ebony pillars supported the wide roof as four staircases, one on each side of the base, led upwards towards the palace of Poseidonis. Within the great halls of the palace, stood two of the empire’s monarchs, the King of Netheria, and that of the Xebel, a Kingdom on the Western Edge of the Empire. Walking side by the side, the two kings were each flanked on either side by their most trusted polemarch, highly trained warriors, each worth ten men in a fight.

Climbing a spiralling staircase, the two monarchs ventured onto a platform above the palace as they looked out over the capital. Standing beside King Kyros of Xebel, it was the King of Netheria, Atlan, who was the first to speak as he motioned towards the Western edge of the Empire.

“The army of Xebel is quite impressive, nearly a thousand men, trained and armed. The largest standing army ever recorded. You must be very proud of their accomplishments.” Atlan stated as Kyros’ gaze followed his hand, smiling as he nodded.

“Yes, and with the addition of Hy-Brasil’s weapons and armour, we shall soon be able to expand our reach and by extent, our numbers further.” Kyros turned to face Atlan before speaking again.

“The other kings will want to meet to discuss our next conquest, we should call for the oligarchy to meet within the next lunar cycle. The storm will have passed by then.” He finished as he looked towards Atlan for a response.

“Agreed,” The other king nodded solemnly, “Soon Atlantis will rule all of the known world. We will be able to expand all of our territories and there will be no one left to rise against us.” He mused, a smile crossing Atlan’s face as he replied before leaning against the railing surrounding the platform’s perimeter. The polished stone felt cold beneath his hands as he wrapped his fingers around the perfect craftsmanship. Poseidonis had been built to be the greatest city in all of the Hellas, and soon all of the known world. It was from here, in the center of Netheria, that Atlantis had been truly born. Unlike the warring tribes and nomads who roamed the barrens to the North and South, Atlantis was not led by a single man. Instead, Atlantis was to be something greater, it was an empire ruled by an oligarchy of monarchs, kings who had pooled their resources to pursue a greater interest.

Atlantis’ rise to power was well documented in its own history, at least most of it. The formation of an alliance between the two previously warring tribes of the nomadic Aura and the seafaring Luma was the foundation that lit the spark which led to the construction of an empire. Together, the two began to compile resources until they began to outnumber and overwhelm those who opposed them. But the true secret to Atlantis’ success lay with the alliance the two founding rulers had forged with the veiled island, home to the mystics of Crastnus. A tribe of homo-magi, the mystics of Crastnus had mastered magic and technologies the other tribes had never before seen. It was these advancements which accelerated the development of Atlantis to the center of the known world.

The technologies and the knowledge of the arcane allowed for stronger materials and by extensions the finest buildings, weapons and armour the known world had ever seen. From Crastnus, the Atlanteans marched on the bread basket of Netheria and then onto the mineral-rich Hy-Brasil. The last two kingdoms to fall under the banner of Atlantis were those of the cave dwellers of Malgaea and the warriors of Xeb. With the might of seven kingdoms at its disposal, Atlantis became the center of the known world and controlled its interests.

Suddenly the earth beneath the city shook, disturbing Atlan’s thoughts as he steadied himself. Fire rained from the sky as fragments of ash and rock collided with the ground, the impact sending debris flying through the air as screams and cries of agony filled the streets below. Atlan and Kyros were suddenly pulled back from the balcony as their polemarch escort raised shields above the heads of the two rulers and escorted them back into the safety of the palace beneath their feet.

“We need to raise the shield!” King Atlan roared as the attendants standing nearby ran to relay the order.

“Raise the shield!” He yelled again as the pair of Kings were escorted into the throne room of Poseidonis. Outside the palace, the spires reaching high above the city began to glow an ominous red as a wave of energy emitted from within the towering pieces of architecture. The wave of crimson energy spread across the city, completely enclosing it within a shimmering shield. Raining down from above, another impact shattered across the surface of the shield as Kyros instinctively ducked, looking towards the sky as soot clouded the sky.

“The gods are punishing us.” He muttered as the city shook again. “We flew too close to the sun and the gods are now trying to wipe us from the earth.”

“Pull yourself together, the Mystics foresaw this, they planned for it.” Atlan snapped as he placed a hand on Kyros’ shoulder. “Atlantis is prepared to wait this out, all we have to do is light the signals.” The King of Netheria was calm, defiant even as he continued to speak, looking towards Kyros. “We should give the order to dive.”

“Yes, the dive, Mother Gaea protect us.” Kyros’ voice was quiet, his words spoken aloud for more his comfort than anyone else’s as Atlan nodded to the closest polemarch to relay the message to light the signals. Soon the beacons would be lit and the island would sink beneath the waves. The fire from the sky would be unable to harm the empire, all they need do was wait it out. Turning towards Kyros, Atlan placed his hand on the other king’s shoulder as he offered a few words of comfort, watching the glow of the beacon outside as horns echoed across the city ordering citizens to their homes.

“Fear not, Kyros, Atlantis will rise again.”