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T H E S U B - M A R I N E R
N A M O R ♦ O U T C A S T O F A T L A N T I S ♦ X E B E L ♦ A T L A N T I S
C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:
"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
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.
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:
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:
▼ S E A S O N O N E S U P P O R T I N G C A S T ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ MERA, PRINCESS OF XEBEL Speech Colour: #884040 - - - - - - ◼ BYYRAH OF LAEKOS Speech Colour: #606000 - - - - ◼ ARTHUR CURRY Speech Colour: #DF4C2D - - - - - - - ◼ ORM, TYRANT PRINCE Speech Colour: #884088 - - ◼ ~More to be added~ | - - 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:
Location: Miami - Florida, United States of America
Sample Post: "I'm In Miami, Trick!"
Interaction(s): None
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."
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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