I have to admit, this is a cool concept. I was wondering if it would be alright for someone to post Batman content even if it's already been established?
Yes. There are in fact already two in the IC haha.
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Yes. There are in fact already two in the IC haha.
Category: Dog1st Pick: McKenzy
2nd Pick: Gizmo
3rd Pick: Elin
Category: Cat1st Pick: Ice
2nd Pick: Phat Boi
3rd Pick: Suki
Category: Misc1st Pick: Peep
2nd Pick: Danica
3rd Pick: I am not giving a vote to a snake
So is this like a continuous Create-a-Post space (rather than a one-off like on superherohype); where we use it as a drawing board to tell stories we have inklings for?
This is a place where you can just jump in with an idea that doesn't fit anywhere else, revisit an idea that you never got to finish or burned out. Or just whatever, I don't care as long as you don't break site rules. A bunch of us were just lamenting old concepts we never completed and since most of these games result in a handful of people playing the same characters why not just let everyone do what they want and say screw it to continuity. If you want to collaborate with someone, just do it. Don't like what someone else is doing? Ain't your problem no more. Acknowledge what you like, don't worry about what you don't. Interact with everyone or no one.
Just have fun.
M A R V I L L E, O K L A H O M A:
S A T U R D A Y, J U N E 3 0 T H, 2 0 1 8 - 0 4 : 3 7 p m | D O W N T O W N
"There you are Ma'am, I'm sure Mr. Cuddles will be right as rain in no time at all." Dr. Blake Donaldson said as he gently passed the obese cat over the examination table to the frail old lady in front of him.
"But please, do try to limit Mr. Cuddles' treats to three per day," Blake added with a smile.
"I'm so sorry Doctor Donaldson, ever since my husband's passed away, I've just been lonely and the Mr. Cuddles here has been my only solace." The woman remarked, her voice cracking slightly as she continued. "And if I don't give Mr. Cuddles treats, he won't come to me. The darn cat always did like Ted more."
"Well, I can suggest a few other ways to attract the cat-" Blake began only to be cut off mid-sentence as a deafening crash echoed from outside on Marville's main street. It was quickly followed by the familiar whine of sirens as the Sheriff's department moved onto the scene.
"What in tarnation!" Mrs. Henderson exclaimed as Blake held up a hand for her to stay put as he moved out of the examination room and into the lobby where he could get a better view of whatever was happening outside.
"Doctor Donaldson, I'm sure the Sheriff's department can handle whatever it is." The elderly lady added as Blake turned back to look at her.
"That's what I'm afraid of." He retorted as his eyes searched the street for the old Crown Victoria. It didn't take much effort to pick the black and tan car out of the usual traffic that ran up and down Main Street, even less since its lights were reflecting red and blue off the front of the First National Bank across the street. Standing behind the passenger door with her gun drawn, was none other than the woman that Blake had been hoping not to see.
Barbara!
Barbara Norris, his college girlfriend, and common-law partner, the pair had been together for nearly five years now and there was no one in this world who knew Blake better than she did. But her choice of career wasn't exactly something Blake found desirable, his only relief being the staggering lack of violent crime in Marville.
At least until recently.
All over the world, individuals with what could only be described as superpowers, the stuff of old Captain America comic books, had begun to appear and caused what he personally considered to be a disaster. People with that kind of power, relatively unchecked, it was like they weren't held to any sort of responsibility and Blake could only imagine it was going to end in death for far too many people.
"COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP!"
The sound of Sheriff Lamb's voice broke Blake's internal monologue as he looked up to see the figure of a large man in the doorway of the bank. As he stepped into the light, Blake felt a small sense of dread run down his spine as he realized the mutant threat had finally come to Marville. The man's skin appeared metallic in the daylight, shiny and reflective as the high sun beat down on it. In one hand was a large duffle bag, overstuff with wads of cash, no doubt from within the vault of the bank. n the other hand was a crudely made flail, something you'd see an art student try to throw together in shop class back in high-school.
"Wait, I know him," Blake muttered aloud. "That's-"
"CARL CREEL, PUT THE WEAPON DOWN AND YOUR HANDS BEHIND YOUR HEAD!" Lamb continued to issue orders as Blake's former classmate maintained his steady path towards the cruiser. By now, Blake was hardly the only bystander the incident had attracted. After all, the most exciting thing to happen in Marville in the last month was when the local diner, Donar's, tried adding a vegan option to the menu.
Suddenly a collective scream came from the gathered crowd as Creel moved, the flail flying through the air, smashing against the hood of the cruiser as Lamb and Barbara opened fire. Gunshots ricocheted off of Creel's skin, bouncing into the crowd as screams grew louder, accentuated by the cries of pain.
Horrified as he looked around at the chaos, Blake had never felt so powerless in his entire life. At least, not until he saw the flail turn towards Barbara. The sound of metal on metal echoed in his ears as time seemingly froze around him. He watched helplessly as the flail crashed against the door of the cruiser, the force throwing Barbara backward. The impact as she hit the ground echoing in Blake's ears as he charged forward. Watching the gun slide from her grasp, Blake suddenly found himself standing between Barbara and Creel as the other man smiled.
"Crusher!" Blake roared. "That's enough, no one has to die today."
"You do," Creel replied, a smile on his face as Blake stared back at him defiantly. "God offered me a gift, it came at one price. That I kill you."
"We had our rivalry in high-school Creel, but that was ten years ago. You need to let it go." Blake replied, his eyes watching the ball and chain dragging behind the man.
"You had me kicked off the team, you little snitch! You ruined my chances at getting out of this town!"
"You would have been caught doping the second you joined a college team, I did you a favour! I gave you a chance to find another path in life and this is what you chose!"
"SHUT. UP." Creel roared, the flail swinging around as it caught Blake straight in the chest. His body was suddenly lifted into the air, Barbara's cries echoing through his ears as the warm trickle of blood ran down his chin, his breathing strained as ribs felt like they imploded in on his chest. The dirty pavement did nothing to break his fall as Blake found himself crumpled on the ground of a nearby alley, toss away like the rest of the garbage in this town.
Grasping for air, Blake's eyes widened as an elderly man looked down on his. His clothes were tattered and tarnished, a wide-brimmed hat covering half his face as Blake noticed a scarred eye socket hiding before the shadow of the hat. His remaining eye, however, twinkled with a kindness, not unlike one would see in their own grandfather.
"I think it is time for you to get back in the fight my son." The man said as he took a firm hold on Blake's hand, helping the younger man to his feet as a strange sensation washed over Blake's body. The dreams that had plagued him for nearly a decade suddenly bombarded his mind. The sky overhead darkened as thunder began to rumble and suddenly it was as though a fog had been lifted from Blake's mind.
"Father," Thor spoke for the first time in what felt like a millennium.
"Go forth my son, the people of Midgard need you."
Lightning flashed as Thor emerged from the alley, his Asgardian armor appearing as he approached Crusher, catching the flail midair as it swung towards his beloved Barbara.
"I would have words with you, but it would seem that you are not in the mood for conversing," Thor yelled over the storm as Crusher looked at the strange man before him, completely bewildered.
"Who... W-who the hell are you!" He screamed as Thor ripped the flail from his hands.
"I am Thor, the Son of Odin, God of Thunder." He declared. "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."
"Yeah well, fuck you," Creel snarled. "I'm Crusher Creel, the Absorbing Man, kicker of your ass, douchebag."
"The Absorbing Man?" Thor raised an eyebrow. "Are you a merchant of feminine hygiene products? Do you speak truly, are you fully absorbent?"
A chuckle arose from the silent crowd as Creel's face twisted in rage. Charging forward, he raised a fist only for Thor to grasp his wrist, hoisting the man above his head and slamming Creel into the ground as the asphalt splintered and shattered beneath the force.
"Arise my foe, let us continute to do battle." Thor taunted, motioning for Creel to approach with two fingers.
Scrambling to stand in the ever forming crater beneath him, Creel moved to charge Thor again only for the God of Thunder to step aside allowing Creel to awkward stumble past him. Roaring, the metal man turned and charged again, arms outstretched as Thor backhanded him across the face, tossing Creel aside like a ragdoll.
"FIGHT ME!" Creel roared as he steadied himself again.
"If that be your final wish." Thor smiled and charged Creel, leaping into the air as lighting swirled in the sky, meeting Thor's fist as he guided the bolt to Creel's face. A flash of light erupted upon impact and when it cleared, Thor stood triumphantly over his fallen foe. Creel's body slowly turning back to flesh and blood as he lost consciousness. Cheers exploded from the crowd as Thor bowed, leaping into the air as a gust of wind carried him over the rooftops, dropping him out of sight of the crowd. Dismissing his armor, Thor allowed himself to appear once again as Blake Donaldson.
Emerging from the alley, feigning his injuries, Thor stumbled forward, allowing himself to fall into the outstretched arms of Barbara Norris.
"I thought I had lost you." She stated a sigh of relief following her words. With a groan of agony, Thor replied in the guise of Blake.
"I think I'll leave the hero stuff to the professional from now on."
"But please, do try to limit Mr. Cuddles' treats to three per day," Blake added with a smile.
"I'm so sorry Doctor Donaldson, ever since my husband's passed away, I've just been lonely and the Mr. Cuddles here has been my only solace." The woman remarked, her voice cracking slightly as she continued. "And if I don't give Mr. Cuddles treats, he won't come to me. The darn cat always did like Ted more."
"Well, I can suggest a few other ways to attract the cat-" Blake began only to be cut off mid-sentence as a deafening crash echoed from outside on Marville's main street. It was quickly followed by the familiar whine of sirens as the Sheriff's department moved onto the scene.
"What in tarnation!" Mrs. Henderson exclaimed as Blake held up a hand for her to stay put as he moved out of the examination room and into the lobby where he could get a better view of whatever was happening outside.
"Doctor Donaldson, I'm sure the Sheriff's department can handle whatever it is." The elderly lady added as Blake turned back to look at her.
"That's what I'm afraid of." He retorted as his eyes searched the street for the old Crown Victoria. It didn't take much effort to pick the black and tan car out of the usual traffic that ran up and down Main Street, even less since its lights were reflecting red and blue off the front of the First National Bank across the street. Standing behind the passenger door with her gun drawn, was none other than the woman that Blake had been hoping not to see.
Barbara!
Barbara Norris, his college girlfriend, and common-law partner, the pair had been together for nearly five years now and there was no one in this world who knew Blake better than she did. But her choice of career wasn't exactly something Blake found desirable, his only relief being the staggering lack of violent crime in Marville.
At least until recently.
All over the world, individuals with what could only be described as superpowers, the stuff of old Captain America comic books, had begun to appear and caused what he personally considered to be a disaster. People with that kind of power, relatively unchecked, it was like they weren't held to any sort of responsibility and Blake could only imagine it was going to end in death for far too many people.
"COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP!"
The sound of Sheriff Lamb's voice broke Blake's internal monologue as he looked up to see the figure of a large man in the doorway of the bank. As he stepped into the light, Blake felt a small sense of dread run down his spine as he realized the mutant threat had finally come to Marville. The man's skin appeared metallic in the daylight, shiny and reflective as the high sun beat down on it. In one hand was a large duffle bag, overstuff with wads of cash, no doubt from within the vault of the bank. n the other hand was a crudely made flail, something you'd see an art student try to throw together in shop class back in high-school.
"Wait, I know him," Blake muttered aloud. "That's-"
"CARL CREEL, PUT THE WEAPON DOWN AND YOUR HANDS BEHIND YOUR HEAD!" Lamb continued to issue orders as Blake's former classmate maintained his steady path towards the cruiser. By now, Blake was hardly the only bystander the incident had attracted. After all, the most exciting thing to happen in Marville in the last month was when the local diner, Donar's, tried adding a vegan option to the menu.
Suddenly a collective scream came from the gathered crowd as Creel moved, the flail flying through the air, smashing against the hood of the cruiser as Lamb and Barbara opened fire. Gunshots ricocheted off of Creel's skin, bouncing into the crowd as screams grew louder, accentuated by the cries of pain.
Horrified as he looked around at the chaos, Blake had never felt so powerless in his entire life. At least, not until he saw the flail turn towards Barbara. The sound of metal on metal echoed in his ears as time seemingly froze around him. He watched helplessly as the flail crashed against the door of the cruiser, the force throwing Barbara backward. The impact as she hit the ground echoing in Blake's ears as he charged forward. Watching the gun slide from her grasp, Blake suddenly found himself standing between Barbara and Creel as the other man smiled.
"Crusher!" Blake roared. "That's enough, no one has to die today."
"You do," Creel replied, a smile on his face as Blake stared back at him defiantly. "God offered me a gift, it came at one price. That I kill you."
"We had our rivalry in high-school Creel, but that was ten years ago. You need to let it go." Blake replied, his eyes watching the ball and chain dragging behind the man.
"You had me kicked off the team, you little snitch! You ruined my chances at getting out of this town!"
"You would have been caught doping the second you joined a college team, I did you a favour! I gave you a chance to find another path in life and this is what you chose!"
"SHUT. UP." Creel roared, the flail swinging around as it caught Blake straight in the chest. His body was suddenly lifted into the air, Barbara's cries echoing through his ears as the warm trickle of blood ran down his chin, his breathing strained as ribs felt like they imploded in on his chest. The dirty pavement did nothing to break his fall as Blake found himself crumpled on the ground of a nearby alley, toss away like the rest of the garbage in this town.
Grasping for air, Blake's eyes widened as an elderly man looked down on his. His clothes were tattered and tarnished, a wide-brimmed hat covering half his face as Blake noticed a scarred eye socket hiding before the shadow of the hat. His remaining eye, however, twinkled with a kindness, not unlike one would see in their own grandfather.
"I think it is time for you to get back in the fight my son." The man said as he took a firm hold on Blake's hand, helping the younger man to his feet as a strange sensation washed over Blake's body. The dreams that had plagued him for nearly a decade suddenly bombarded his mind. The sky overhead darkened as thunder began to rumble and suddenly it was as though a fog had been lifted from Blake's mind.
"Father," Thor spoke for the first time in what felt like a millennium.
"Go forth my son, the people of Midgard need you."
Lightning flashed as Thor emerged from the alley, his Asgardian armor appearing as he approached Crusher, catching the flail midair as it swung towards his beloved Barbara.
"I would have words with you, but it would seem that you are not in the mood for conversing," Thor yelled over the storm as Crusher looked at the strange man before him, completely bewildered.
"Who... W-who the hell are you!" He screamed as Thor ripped the flail from his hands.
"I am Thor, the Son of Odin, God of Thunder." He declared. "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."
"Yeah well, fuck you," Creel snarled. "I'm Crusher Creel, the Absorbing Man, kicker of your ass, douchebag."
"The Absorbing Man?" Thor raised an eyebrow. "Are you a merchant of feminine hygiene products? Do you speak truly, are you fully absorbent?"
A chuckle arose from the silent crowd as Creel's face twisted in rage. Charging forward, he raised a fist only for Thor to grasp his wrist, hoisting the man above his head and slamming Creel into the ground as the asphalt splintered and shattered beneath the force.
"Arise my foe, let us continute to do battle." Thor taunted, motioning for Creel to approach with two fingers.
Scrambling to stand in the ever forming crater beneath him, Creel moved to charge Thor again only for the God of Thunder to step aside allowing Creel to awkward stumble past him. Roaring, the metal man turned and charged again, arms outstretched as Thor backhanded him across the face, tossing Creel aside like a ragdoll.
"FIGHT ME!" Creel roared as he steadied himself again.
"If that be your final wish." Thor smiled and charged Creel, leaping into the air as lighting swirled in the sky, meeting Thor's fist as he guided the bolt to Creel's face. A flash of light erupted upon impact and when it cleared, Thor stood triumphantly over his fallen foe. Creel's body slowly turning back to flesh and blood as he lost consciousness. Cheers exploded from the crowd as Thor bowed, leaping into the air as a gust of wind carried him over the rooftops, dropping him out of sight of the crowd. Dismissing his armor, Thor allowed himself to appear once again as Blake Donaldson.
Emerging from the alley, feigning his injuries, Thor stumbled forward, allowing himself to fall into the outstretched arms of Barbara Norris.
"I thought I had lost you." She stated a sigh of relief following her words. With a groan of agony, Thor replied in the guise of Blake.
"I think I'll leave the hero stuff to the professional from now on."
We all wear masks, and the time comes when we cannot remove them without removing some of our own skin.
Location: Gotham Docks - Bleake Island, Gotham City
Welcome to the Masquerade #1.01: False Faces
Interaction(s): None
Previously: None
The beeping of the reversing truck echoed between the warehouses as it backed down the pier towards the awaiting idle vessel. Several of the ship’s crew stood on the stern of the small trawler, weapons firmly held at the ready as they watched the approaching vehicle slow to a stop.
Within the cab of the truck, the occupants did a last minute inspection of their firearms as the stout man in the back was the first to make a move to exit the vehicle. Taking hold of the door handle, he felt a firm hand take hold of his shoulder, causing him to pause before turning his head to look back at his associates.
“What?” He snapped, “Boss wants this over with.”
“Boss also insisted we wear these.” The other man replied as he extended an elephant mask towards the man.
“What the hell man?” The large man snapped before looking towards the remaining masks in the other man’s hands, “Give me the tiger one!”
“Boss specifically said you’re the elephant.” The driver interjected, “He was quite adamant that everyone wears their specified mask.” He added, reaching towards the tiger before putting it on.
“Fuckin’ fine then,” The first man snarled as he pulled on the mask. “Everyone happy now? ‘Tiny’ Pete’s a big, fat, fuckin’ elephant.”
“Ecstatic.” The Tiger replied dryly as the Wolf and the Stork stifled a few chuckles beneath their masks. “Could we move along then?”
“Zat’s what I was trying to do in the first fuckin’ place.” Muttered the Elephant as he climbed out of the cabin and moved towards the rear of the truck and opened the cargo door. The dark interior of the vehicle was illuminated by the lights dotting the docks as the silver `Wayne` logo on each of the cases reflected the light along their metallic surfaces.
“Glad to see everyone took the time to put on their game faces.” A voice called from behind the Elephant-masked man as the Tiger turned his head towards the source.
“Still on time though, Mr. White.” The Tiger exclaimed, his tone friendly as he swung his arms open, motioning towards the shipment in the back of the truck with his weapon. “Straight from Wayne/Sionis’ R&D department, courtesy of the False Face Society.”
“Go check it out,” White ordered to the man on his right as he straightened his leather suit jacket. “Ensure we’re getting what we’re paying for, and hurry!” He called after the man in the white suit, “I ain’t got all damn night.”
Jumping from the aft of the trawler to the dock, the tall, dark-skinned man landed softly on the wooden planks before adjusting his large sunglasses as he walked towards the four masked men.
“Holy fuck!” The Stork muttered as he leaned towards the Wolf, “That’s the fuckin’ Tally Man, what’s he doing with Warren White?”
“Warren’s a shark and money talks, especially in a city like Gotham.” The Wolf replied in a hushed tone, “And the Tally Man always gets paid.”
“And don’t you clowns forget it,” The ‘Tally Man’ flatly stated as he approached the open truck. Motioning towards the cases, he spoke again, “Open them.”
“Easy with the accusations there, amigo. We don’t run with the Jokerz.” The Tiger retorted before nodding towards the Elephant. Obliging, the larger man pulled the first case forward, lifting it with a loud grunt.
“My sincerest apologies,” The Tally Man dryly replied as he looked towards the case, watching as the Elephant lifted the lid. Lining the padded interior were numerous vials of fentanyl, bound initially for hospitals all across the Eastern seaboard, it would now instead be distributed back on Gotham’s streets for profit.
“Twenty-nine more cases in the truck?”
The cowl had picked up every word as Terry remained crouched over the edge of the nearby warehouse, watching, listening and waiting for his moment to strike. He and Bruce had been watching Warren White’s activity for the past week. The former financer had begun making aggressive moves in Gotham’s underworld. This outing was his largest show of force yet, but Terry and Bruce were betting on it being his last.
“You get all that?” The Batman asked as he spoke through the communications channel open in his cowl.
“Every word.” Came Bruce’s gravelly reply. “Take them down.”
“On it,” Terry replied, tapping the center of the suit’s belt as the dark figure disappeared, camouflaging perfectly with its surroundings. Landing silently on the pier, the Batman approached the scene as the two groups were busy unloading the remainder of the truck’s contents.
“I’ll want you to ensure every case has what we were promised,” Warren White’s voice could be heard ordering over the din. Acknowledging the order, the Tally Man nodded, rolling his eyes beneath the thick sunglasses adorning his face. Opening a second case, he nodded his head before closing it and moving onto the next one.
“We should hurry this up,” The Tiger spoke up as he placed the container down in front of the man in the white suit. “This is night in fuckin’ Gotham after all.”
“Are you worried about the Bat?” White spoke up, a smug smile crossing his face. “He won’t be a problem, I left a present for him in the North End, sent some of my guys to Burnley to keep him off our back.”
“Actually,” A voice interjected from the shadows, “I gave them the rest of the night off.” The words were followed by something flying through the darkness as it struck Warren square in the chest. The air left the corrupt man’s lungs as his feet were lifted off the ground, bolas wrapping around him as he was restrained.
Tapping his belt again, the Batman vanished before their eyes as they began to discharge their weapons in every direction. Sliding along the ground, Batman took ahold of the rifle closest to him, using it to hurl the Stork masked man into the air. Ripping the firearm free of his grasp, Batman spun around, driving the butt of the automatic weapon into the stomach of the Elephant.
Moving swiftly, Batman fired several batarangs from the wrist-mounted launcher on his suit. The projectiles flew through the air before hitting their marks as the Tiger was the first to cry out in pain. His gun clattered to the ground loudly as blood ran down either side of his impaled hand. Jumping up, the Batman delivered a sharp kick to the man’s head watching him fall to the ground.
Suddenly a hiss escaped from between Terry’s pursed lips as his right arm was struck with sudden pain. The Tally Man had gotten a lucky shot off, the bullet hitting Batman in the arm as his suit distributed the force of the blow over its surface, minimizing its impact. It hadn’t broken through the suit, but that did little to reduce the pain he was currently feeling.
The gun went off again, this time, however, Batman was ready as he evaded the Tally Man’s shots. Releasing a batarang from his hand, the weapon struck the Tally Man’s gun, knocking the firearm free of his grasp. His gaze followed the handgun into the air, the Tally Man turned his head at the last second, his vision filled by a closed fist as the Batman delivered a hard hook to the hitman. Dropping the man to the ground, Terry kicked the gun away as he surveyed the scene around him.
“Where’s the Wolf?” Wayne’s voice asked as Terry counted the felled men before him again. The old man was right, they were one short. Suddenly the truck’s engine roared to life as Terry spun around too late to react as the vehicle peeled off, heading back towards Old Gotham.
“Worry about him later,” Wayne growled in a tone that Terry knew was going to involve a lecture later. “Ensure White and the others are taken into custody, I’ll let Gordon know where he can pick them up.”
“Copy that, and the fentanyl?” Terry asked.
“I’ll make sure Gordon knows it’s accounted for as well.”
Within the cab of the truck, the occupants did a last minute inspection of their firearms as the stout man in the back was the first to make a move to exit the vehicle. Taking hold of the door handle, he felt a firm hand take hold of his shoulder, causing him to pause before turning his head to look back at his associates.
“What?” He snapped, “Boss wants this over with.”
“Boss also insisted we wear these.” The other man replied as he extended an elephant mask towards the man.
“What the hell man?” The large man snapped before looking towards the remaining masks in the other man’s hands, “Give me the tiger one!”
“Boss specifically said you’re the elephant.” The driver interjected, “He was quite adamant that everyone wears their specified mask.” He added, reaching towards the tiger before putting it on.
“Fuckin’ fine then,” The first man snarled as he pulled on the mask. “Everyone happy now? ‘Tiny’ Pete’s a big, fat, fuckin’ elephant.”
“Ecstatic.” The Tiger replied dryly as the Wolf and the Stork stifled a few chuckles beneath their masks. “Could we move along then?”
“Zat’s what I was trying to do in the first fuckin’ place.” Muttered the Elephant as he climbed out of the cabin and moved towards the rear of the truck and opened the cargo door. The dark interior of the vehicle was illuminated by the lights dotting the docks as the silver `Wayne` logo on each of the cases reflected the light along their metallic surfaces.
“Glad to see everyone took the time to put on their game faces.” A voice called from behind the Elephant-masked man as the Tiger turned his head towards the source.
“Still on time though, Mr. White.” The Tiger exclaimed, his tone friendly as he swung his arms open, motioning towards the shipment in the back of the truck with his weapon. “Straight from Wayne/Sionis’ R&D department, courtesy of the False Face Society.”
“Go check it out,” White ordered to the man on his right as he straightened his leather suit jacket. “Ensure we’re getting what we’re paying for, and hurry!” He called after the man in the white suit, “I ain’t got all damn night.”
Jumping from the aft of the trawler to the dock, the tall, dark-skinned man landed softly on the wooden planks before adjusting his large sunglasses as he walked towards the four masked men.
“Holy fuck!” The Stork muttered as he leaned towards the Wolf, “That’s the fuckin’ Tally Man, what’s he doing with Warren White?”
“Warren’s a shark and money talks, especially in a city like Gotham.” The Wolf replied in a hushed tone, “And the Tally Man always gets paid.”
“And don’t you clowns forget it,” The ‘Tally Man’ flatly stated as he approached the open truck. Motioning towards the cases, he spoke again, “Open them.”
“Easy with the accusations there, amigo. We don’t run with the Jokerz.” The Tiger retorted before nodding towards the Elephant. Obliging, the larger man pulled the first case forward, lifting it with a loud grunt.
“My sincerest apologies,” The Tally Man dryly replied as he looked towards the case, watching as the Elephant lifted the lid. Lining the padded interior were numerous vials of fentanyl, bound initially for hospitals all across the Eastern seaboard, it would now instead be distributed back on Gotham’s streets for profit.
“Twenty-nine more cases in the truck?”
The cowl had picked up every word as Terry remained crouched over the edge of the nearby warehouse, watching, listening and waiting for his moment to strike. He and Bruce had been watching Warren White’s activity for the past week. The former financer had begun making aggressive moves in Gotham’s underworld. This outing was his largest show of force yet, but Terry and Bruce were betting on it being his last.
“You get all that?” The Batman asked as he spoke through the communications channel open in his cowl.
“Every word.” Came Bruce’s gravelly reply. “Take them down.”
“On it,” Terry replied, tapping the center of the suit’s belt as the dark figure disappeared, camouflaging perfectly with its surroundings. Landing silently on the pier, the Batman approached the scene as the two groups were busy unloading the remainder of the truck’s contents.
“I’ll want you to ensure every case has what we were promised,” Warren White’s voice could be heard ordering over the din. Acknowledging the order, the Tally Man nodded, rolling his eyes beneath the thick sunglasses adorning his face. Opening a second case, he nodded his head before closing it and moving onto the next one.
“We should hurry this up,” The Tiger spoke up as he placed the container down in front of the man in the white suit. “This is night in fuckin’ Gotham after all.”
“Are you worried about the Bat?” White spoke up, a smug smile crossing his face. “He won’t be a problem, I left a present for him in the North End, sent some of my guys to Burnley to keep him off our back.”
“Actually,” A voice interjected from the shadows, “I gave them the rest of the night off.” The words were followed by something flying through the darkness as it struck Warren square in the chest. The air left the corrupt man’s lungs as his feet were lifted off the ground, bolas wrapping around him as he was restrained.
“Batman!”
“Shoot him!”
“It’s the fuckin’ Bat!”
“Batman’s here!”
“Look out, it’s the Bat!”
“Shoot him!”
Tapping his belt again, the Batman vanished before their eyes as they began to discharge their weapons in every direction. Sliding along the ground, Batman took ahold of the rifle closest to him, using it to hurl the Stork masked man into the air. Ripping the firearm free of his grasp, Batman spun around, driving the butt of the automatic weapon into the stomach of the Elephant.
Moving swiftly, Batman fired several batarangs from the wrist-mounted launcher on his suit. The projectiles flew through the air before hitting their marks as the Tiger was the first to cry out in pain. His gun clattered to the ground loudly as blood ran down either side of his impaled hand. Jumping up, the Batman delivered a sharp kick to the man’s head watching him fall to the ground.
Suddenly a hiss escaped from between Terry’s pursed lips as his right arm was struck with sudden pain. The Tally Man had gotten a lucky shot off, the bullet hitting Batman in the arm as his suit distributed the force of the blow over its surface, minimizing its impact. It hadn’t broken through the suit, but that did little to reduce the pain he was currently feeling.
The gun went off again, this time, however, Batman was ready as he evaded the Tally Man’s shots. Releasing a batarang from his hand, the weapon struck the Tally Man’s gun, knocking the firearm free of his grasp. His gaze followed the handgun into the air, the Tally Man turned his head at the last second, his vision filled by a closed fist as the Batman delivered a hard hook to the hitman. Dropping the man to the ground, Terry kicked the gun away as he surveyed the scene around him.
“Where’s the Wolf?” Wayne’s voice asked as Terry counted the felled men before him again. The old man was right, they were one short. Suddenly the truck’s engine roared to life as Terry spun around too late to react as the vehicle peeled off, heading back towards Old Gotham.
“Worry about him later,” Wayne growled in a tone that Terry knew was going to involve a lecture later. “Ensure White and the others are taken into custody, I’ll let Gordon know where he can pick them up.”
“Copy that, and the fentanyl?” Terry asked.
“I’ll make sure Gordon knows it’s accounted for as well.”
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Once... there was nothing. Then... a lot of crazy shit happened. Like really crazy shit. Like I think John Stewart was briefly a racist old stereotype. And that shit with Thawne randomly killing everyone. There were many universes. But our parents made us clean our room, and rather than wasting the whole afternoon tediously reorganizing all things in their place... we scooped up all universes and crammed them in the closet and told our mothers we were done. This universe is that closet." - Uatu the Watcher
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"The world needs a Batman."
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The Batman is an urban legend.
At least, this is what the majority of the world has believed since rumours of a giant bat-like creature preying on the superstitious and cowardly criminals of Gotham City began in the late sixties. Since that date, the rumours have persisted, if not grown as the entity known as the Batman began its caped crusade against the crime families of Gotham. A one-man army, the man beneath the cowl, the renowned billionaire playboy; Bruce Wayne, had spent most of his youth training his body and mind to avenge the death of his parents. Travelling the world, he accumulated the skills and talents required to wage his war before returning to Gotham to strike fear in the hearts of those who stood on the wrong side of the law. But Bruce Wayne was only a man, and men eventually become old.
A life of masquerading as a charming billionaire and a growling vigilante took a toll on the heir to the Wayne fortune and it eventually forced Bruce to retire his cape and cowl. However, fate would intervene as a young man named Terrance McGinnis was pursued by a gang onto the Wayne Estate grounds. Outnumbered, McGinnis was surprised to find himself aided by an elder man as Bruce Wayne successfully fended off the gangbangers become succumbing to the strain of the fight. Helping the older man back inside his home, Terry stumbled upon Wayne's secret.
Enraged by the young man's intrusion, Bruce banished Tery from his estate. It wasn't until Terry returned home after school to find his father murdered that he sought Bruce Wayne again. Pleading for the elder man's help, Terry appealed to Bruce not as a man but as Gotham's Dark Knight. Still, Bruce denied the young man and when Bruce had fallen asleep that night, Terry broke into the Batcave and stole a prototype Batsuit.
On that night, the Batman was reborn.
My story will pick up a few years later, revolving around Terry's career as he transitions from not only being under Bruce's wing but also from a teenager into a young man. Due to the anachronisms in place by having Terry and Barbara operating at the same time, I will be cherry-picking from both Bruce's and Terry's rogue galleries as I tell a story of legacy in Gotham City.
At least, this is what the majority of the world has believed since rumours of a giant bat-like creature preying on the superstitious and cowardly criminals of Gotham City began in the late sixties. Since that date, the rumours have persisted, if not grown as the entity known as the Batman began its caped crusade against the crime families of Gotham. A one-man army, the man beneath the cowl, the renowned billionaire playboy; Bruce Wayne, had spent most of his youth training his body and mind to avenge the death of his parents. Travelling the world, he accumulated the skills and talents required to wage his war before returning to Gotham to strike fear in the hearts of those who stood on the wrong side of the law. But Bruce Wayne was only a man, and men eventually become old.
A life of masquerading as a charming billionaire and a growling vigilante took a toll on the heir to the Wayne fortune and it eventually forced Bruce to retire his cape and cowl. However, fate would intervene as a young man named Terrance McGinnis was pursued by a gang onto the Wayne Estate grounds. Outnumbered, McGinnis was surprised to find himself aided by an elder man as Bruce Wayne successfully fended off the gangbangers become succumbing to the strain of the fight. Helping the older man back inside his home, Terry stumbled upon Wayne's secret.
Enraged by the young man's intrusion, Bruce banished Tery from his estate. It wasn't until Terry returned home after school to find his father murdered that he sought Bruce Wayne again. Pleading for the elder man's help, Terry appealed to Bruce not as a man but as Gotham's Dark Knight. Still, Bruce denied the young man and when Bruce had fallen asleep that night, Terry broke into the Batcave and stole a prototype Batsuit.
On that night, the Batman was reborn.
My story will pick up a few years later, revolving around Terry's career as he transitions from not only being under Bruce's wing but also from a teenager into a young man. Due to the anachronisms in place by having Terry and Barbara operating at the same time, I will be cherry-picking from both Bruce's and Terry's rogue galleries as I tell a story of legacy in Gotham City.
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While I had a solid story to tell with Namor, I struggled to stay above water with a character I honestly did not know enough about and was trying wholly to reinvent to fit a certain ideal I had projected onto him. With Terry McGinnis and the Batfamily as a whole however, I am far more versed in their stories, personalities, rogues and just Gotham in general. By doing Terry, I felt it would feel fresher than simply trying my hand at another version of Bruce which this game has already had two attempts at and additionally I couldn't likely do anything better than Master Bruce himself had done in UOU.
Instead, I opted to focus on a legacy and make Batman a character which spans the decades. This, of course, will lead to some anachronisms because of Terry operating as Batman while Barbara is still Batgirl, however, overall I feel it's a good fit for both the game and for me. As many of you are aware, Dick Grayson is my favourite character, however, I didn't feel as though he would be the right fit for the game especially with the Batman sized hole. Using Terry, he has enough similarities with Dick Grayson that I feel it allows me to scratch that itch while still playing a Batman and even being able to borrow from some of the Spider-Man feel due to where Terry is in his life compared how Bruce Wayne is traditionally portrayed.
The obvious influence of this story is Batman Beyond, but I'll also be drawing on The Batman, Batman: The Animated Series, Batman White Knight, Batman: Hush, Batman: Year One, The Dark Knight Returns, and The Nolan films. Additionally, I'll be looking at the newer DCAU films for inspiration and direction as they have a decent model for streamlining years of canon. Expect to see villains both familiar and redefined for this new continuity as I blend Terry's Neo-Gotham with the traditional city. Gotham has always been a city that transcends a definitive time era and this iteration will be no different.
Instead, I opted to focus on a legacy and make Batman a character which spans the decades. This, of course, will lead to some anachronisms because of Terry operating as Batman while Barbara is still Batgirl, however, overall I feel it's a good fit for both the game and for me. As many of you are aware, Dick Grayson is my favourite character, however, I didn't feel as though he would be the right fit for the game especially with the Batman sized hole. Using Terry, he has enough similarities with Dick Grayson that I feel it allows me to scratch that itch while still playing a Batman and even being able to borrow from some of the Spider-Man feel due to where Terry is in his life compared how Bruce Wayne is traditionally portrayed.
The obvious influence of this story is Batman Beyond, but I'll also be drawing on The Batman, Batman: The Animated Series, Batman White Knight, Batman: Hush, Batman: Year One, The Dark Knight Returns, and The Nolan films. Additionally, I'll be looking at the newer DCAU films for inspiration and direction as they have a decent model for streamlining years of canon. Expect to see villains both familiar and redefined for this new continuity as I blend Terry's Neo-Gotham with the traditional city. Gotham has always been a city that transcends a definitive time era and this iteration will be no different.
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S E A S O N O N E - W E L C O M E T O T H E M A S Q U E R A D E:
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WELCOME TO THE MASQUERADE
During the course of Season One, Terry battled the disturbed individual later dubbed the MAD HATTER. The Hatter, a Dr. Jervis Tetch had created the means to control the human mind. Striking a bargain with one of Gotham's reigning crimelords, the BLACK MASK, the Hatter allowed the Black Mask to use technology in exchange for payment. This payment came in the form of a young girl, a friend of Terry McGinnis'. Working together, Bruce and Terry managed to rescue the girl but not without gaining the attention of the Black Mask who has now put a price on the Bat's pointy cowl.
Primary Antagonist: The Mad Hatter
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MASS PANIC
Inspired by STRYFE's attack on New York and Star City, Gotham's own metahuman gang, the aptly dubbed MUTANTS decide to get in on the action. Essentially shutting down the University District, Terry and his friends find their lunch plans interrupted as they're drawn into the chaos. Unable to suit up, Terry is forced to fight the metahumans unarmed while protecting his friends, leading to one of his toughest struggles to date.
Primary Antagonist: The Mutants
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ONE NIGHT TO KILL THE BAT
Coming August, 2019
Primary Antagonist: Black Mask's Assassins
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ANARKY IN GOTHAM
Coming Fall, 2019
Primary Antagonist: Black Mask & Anarky
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THE CHILDREN OF ARKHAM
Coming Christmas, 2019
Primary Antagonist: The Children of Arkham
#X.XX: TBD
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“Point me in the direction of whomever's ass I have to kick.”
“Point me in the direction of whomever's ass I have to kick.”
 _______________________________________________________________ Thor Odinson, King of Asgard / Blake M. Donaldson D.V.M. P H Y S I C A L S T A T S :_______________________________________________________ Immortal (28) | ♂ | Heterosexual _______________________________________________________ ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ HEIGHT | 6'-4" ◼ WEIGHT | 212lbs ◼ BUILD | Athletic and Muscular ◼ EYE COLOUR | Ice Blue ◼ HAIR COLOUR | Auburn ◼ ETHNICITY | Caucasian P H Y S I C A L D E S C R I P T I O N : ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Due to his height and build, Thor is a very intimidating figure. Broad chested with biceps to match, Thor's stature hides a natural gentleness that can be found in the compassion hidden behind his ice blue eyes. His face is adorned with a tidy beard that matches his fiery auburn hair. While originally Blake had kept his hair rather short and trimmed, since resuming his life as Thor, he has allowed it to grow and become slightly more untamed than previously. Thor has a very disarming smile, considered by almost all who encounter the God of Thunder to be quite charming though it is almost never as wide as when the God of Thunder is engaged in battle. S K I L L S : ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ COMBATANT: Thor is one of the most trained and experienced warriors in all the Realms. Thor often prefers to use brawling-type techniques when fighting beings of similar levels of strength. Despite being a skilled hand-to-hand combatant, Thor's greatest feats of skill come from his weapon expertise. He is easily one of the greatest and most versatile weapon experts in all the Realms, while Thor in his past life favoured his hammer, Mjölnir, he is skilled in the use of weapons such as an axe, sword, bow and arrow, shields and clubs. TACTICIAN: Due to the fact that Thor is a Warrior God, he has had several millennia worth of experience with devising plans of war. Thor derives his great knowledge of war from Midgard as well as the other Realms, all of which the God of Thunder has done battle in. P A R A P H E N A L I A : ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ JÁRNBJÖRN:The first weapon Thor ever called his own, the dual-headed axe was used in numerous battles until ultimately the weapon became cursed from spilling innocent blade. Cursed with an insatiable lust for blood, the weapon was banished by Odin until it was found during the first World War. The weapon became a scientific asset for the future S.H.I.E.L.D. and eventually found a home under the Triskelion where it was returned to Thor. However as the weapon was still cursed, he ordered it destroyed. Ultimately though S.H.I.E.L.D. upper brass deemed it too valuable to simply destroy and it was returned to storage. Where it remained until it was recently stolen. MJÖLNIR:The weapon of Thor, forged from the heart of a dying star. Mjölnir was a nigh-indestructible hammer gifted to Thor from his father, Odin. Capable of focussing and channeling Thor's already impressive array of abilities, Thor ultimately came to rely on the weapon and considered it an extension of himself. It was lost to the Universe and the Nine Realms after his death. | P O W E R S & A B I L I T I E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ POWERS: ASGARDIAN PHYSIOLOGY: Thor’s unique physiology of half-Asgardian and Half Elder God grants him the typical powers of an Asgardian God but he is much stronger than the typical members of his race. Thor is currently the second most powerful Asgardian within the Nine Realms and the cosmos surpassed only by his father. As Asgard's warrior prince, Thor trained in the arts of battle, which he has practiced for thousands of years. He is recognized to rely solely on his superior fighting ability, strength, and nigh invulnerability. Odin believes that Thor will eventually become even more powerful than him. Physically the strongest of all Asgardians, Thor is recognized as the God of Strength. His incredible superhuman strength enables him to easily overpower hoards of enemies of lesser strength. Thor has even stalemated the hero Herakles in several contests, a hero of lore whose strength accomplished nine legendary labours that no other being had ever accomplished. None of these so-called labours, however, came close to Thor's greatest feat, when he lifted the Midgard Serpent, Jörmungandr. A serpent so large, its coils had wrapped around the Earth several times. For this reason, Thor often holds back his vast strength to ensure he does not greatly harm his opponents or the area in which they are in. Thor can move at great superhuman speeds. Capable of sprinting distances fast enough to visibly appear as nothing more than a blur. Likewise, his reflexes react on the same level, allowing Thor to dodge and respond to attacks almost instantly. Thor's agility, dexterity, balance, and bodily coordination make him a great warrior for battle. He moves with incredible grace and speed despite his considerable size and body density. His skin, muscle, and bone tissue have many times the density of the same tissue in the body of a human being and even more so than regular Asgardians. Thor is immune to all human diseases as well as its poisons and toxins and is additionally immune to electrocution or poison from radiation. Thor's metabolism is so great that it is nearly impossible for Thor to become drunk except for when he imbibes alcoholic beverages of Asgardian or equal origin. Thor is not immune to all forms of harm, however, and can be defeated by a being whose power matches or exceeds his own, or by high order magic manipulation. Despite his astounding resistance to injury, it is still possible to injure Thor. However, due to his Asgardian physiology, Thor is able to heal at a rate significantly faster than a normal human and even much faster than most Asgardians. Like all other Asgardians, is not truly immortal. It is possible to kill an Asgardian and other beings in the Nine Realms. More accurately, Asgardians are extremely long-lived beings. Thor ages at a pace far, far slower than a human, and this longevity if further boosted by the consumption of Idunn's Golden Apples. Even in Death, Asgardians do not truly die as many return in reincarnated forms such as both Thor and his brother Loki. Thor's endurance is much higher than that of humans and most superhumans. Thor has the ability to perform at his physical peak without tiring for very long periods of time. Thor’s body, unlike that of humans, produces almost no fatigue toxins. However, Thor does indeed require rest to rejuvenate himself, but sleep is luxury, rather than something he requires daily. ABILITIES: GOD OF THUNDER: Thor is the God of thunder born with the natural ability to control weather since birth. Thor normally relies on Mjölnir to control the weather with and release blasts of lightning. Mjölnir allows him to channel his natural abilities more easily, focusing on the hammer as an output. Using his powers without Mjölnir require more effort to summon and are more raw and uncontrolled. Thor is able to summon all elements of the storm, and can even create unnatural weather. He can even discharge lightning bolts from his hands that are lethal and raw in power, able to engulf his hands in lightning to amplify his punches. It is only without Mjölnir that Thor unlocked the full potential of his electrokinetic powers. His power over lightning allow him to generate electrical energy from his own body and summon thunder and lightning from the sky, all without the aid of his former hammer. SON OF JÖRð: As the son of Jörð, the Pre-Mordial Titan, Gaea, Thor possess an innate, but limited ability to manipulate the Earth. He can create tremors and earthquakes, sink enemies into the ground or raise the ground in his defense. 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Thor is the second son of Odin Borson, the King, and Allfather of the realm of Asgard. His mother, however, was a giantess called Jörð, who in actuality was a Pre-Mordial Titan known more commonly as Gaea. Through his father, Thor has two brother whom he was raised alongside, his young half-brother Baldur and his older adoptive brother Loki who due to being adopted a bitter rivalry with Thor throughout the pair's youth and into adulthood. Growing up, Thor was close friends with Heimdall who would go on to also become Thor's closest ally. His circle of friends also included the future Warriors Three; Volstagg, Hogun, and Fandral. Lastly, Thor maintained a fledgling on and off again romance with the young Sif.
Growing to be a powerful and headstrong warrior, Thor grew brash and his thirst for battle was almost unsettling to those around him. Burdened with the role of Protector of the Nine Realms, Thor would often be away from Asgard for great lengths of times, putting a severe strain on his relationship with the Lady Sif, especially since Thor made other consorts in the Realms he visited. His favourite of these was jötunn, Járnsaxa, with whom he laid and fostered a child in secret from all but Heimdall's all-seeing eyes. It was also on these many adventures that Thor first ventured to Midgard, encountering the Olympian hero, Herakles and forming their longstanding rivalry.
However, Thor had a destiny far greater than any of his allies, and would eventually go on to confront the monster known as the Midgard Serpent, Jörmungandr. In order to avert the destruction of Midgard, Thor had to defeat Jörmungandr, and the two did battle for numerous days before the serpent finally succumbed to its injuries, its body releasing Midgard and plunging far below the roots of Yggdrasil, the world's tree. However, Jörmungandr's venom eventually caught up to Thor and after taking nine paces from the battle, he dropped dead. The battle between Thor and Jörmungandr had unwittingly unleased Ragnarok upon Asgard, and with Thor's death, the realm fell apart, swallowed whole and its people were forced to flee or perish. Departing the realm, the Asgardians left the ruins of their home behind as they sought to find a new place in the universe while Thor's legendary weapon, Mjölnir was lost to the cosmos of the Nine Realms, foretold to be waiting for the return of its master or another to seek it out and prove themselves worthy of its power.
But time was not a concept that Mjölnir worried nor even considered and in the late summer of the Midgard year of 1990, Erik and Marcy Donaldson unexpectedly found an infant left on their doorstep on the night their own child had been stillborn. Growing up on a farm in the American South West, Thor, now named Blake Donaldson, lived a modest life. But on the dawn of his eighteenth birthday, Blake began to be plagued with vivid dreams of a life he had never lived, the memories of his past life as Thor. The dreams continued to plague Blake for another decade while he left his home in Marville, Oklahoma, to attend Texas State University before returning home to open his own veterinarian practice. Thor was soon awoken when a man from Blake's past by the name of Carl Creel began to make trouble in Marville. Creel had seemingly developed metahuman abilities that allowed him to stand defiantly against the local law enforcement. Blake was struck by a near-fatal blow and while laying in the street was approached by an elderly man who took a hold of Blake's hand. In that instant, Blake was reminded who he was and Thor returned for the first time in thousands of years. Now, Blake balances his life in Marville while adjusting to the responsibilities of both his worlds. Acting as a protector of Midgard, the new King of Asgard must once again restore peace to the other Realms while rebuilding Asgard to bring his people home.
Growing to be a powerful and headstrong warrior, Thor grew brash and his thirst for battle was almost unsettling to those around him. Burdened with the role of Protector of the Nine Realms, Thor would often be away from Asgard for great lengths of times, putting a severe strain on his relationship with the Lady Sif, especially since Thor made other consorts in the Realms he visited. His favourite of these was jötunn, Járnsaxa, with whom he laid and fostered a child in secret from all but Heimdall's all-seeing eyes. It was also on these many adventures that Thor first ventured to Midgard, encountering the Olympian hero, Herakles and forming their longstanding rivalry.
However, Thor had a destiny far greater than any of his allies, and would eventually go on to confront the monster known as the Midgard Serpent, Jörmungandr. In order to avert the destruction of Midgard, Thor had to defeat Jörmungandr, and the two did battle for numerous days before the serpent finally succumbed to its injuries, its body releasing Midgard and plunging far below the roots of Yggdrasil, the world's tree. However, Jörmungandr's venom eventually caught up to Thor and after taking nine paces from the battle, he dropped dead. The battle between Thor and Jörmungandr had unwittingly unleased Ragnarok upon Asgard, and with Thor's death, the realm fell apart, swallowed whole and its people were forced to flee or perish. Departing the realm, the Asgardians left the ruins of their home behind as they sought to find a new place in the universe while Thor's legendary weapon, Mjölnir was lost to the cosmos of the Nine Realms, foretold to be waiting for the return of its master or another to seek it out and prove themselves worthy of its power.
But time was not a concept that Mjölnir worried nor even considered and in the late summer of the Midgard year of 1990, Erik and Marcy Donaldson unexpectedly found an infant left on their doorstep on the night their own child had been stillborn. Growing up on a farm in the American South West, Thor, now named Blake Donaldson, lived a modest life. But on the dawn of his eighteenth birthday, Blake began to be plagued with vivid dreams of a life he had never lived, the memories of his past life as Thor. The dreams continued to plague Blake for another decade while he left his home in Marville, Oklahoma, to attend Texas State University before returning home to open his own veterinarian practice. Thor was soon awoken when a man from Blake's past by the name of Carl Creel began to make trouble in Marville. Creel had seemingly developed metahuman abilities that allowed him to stand defiantly against the local law enforcement. Blake was struck by a near-fatal blow and while laying in the street was approached by an elderly man who took a hold of Blake's hand. In that instant, Blake was reminded who he was and Thor returned for the first time in thousands of years. Now, Blake balances his life in Marville while adjusting to the responsibilities of both his worlds. Acting as a protector of Midgard, the new King of Asgard must once again restore peace to the other Realms while rebuilding Asgard to bring his people home.
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STORY ARC 01: LIGHTNING STRIKES
STORY ARC 02: AND THE THUNDER ROLLS
STORY ARC 03: THE RISING STORM
STORY ARC 04: WHEN IT RAINS
Blake Donaldson's former highschool teammate, Carl Creel, reappears in Marville after being disgraced nearly ten years ago with a strange set of powers. Immediately using his abilities to attempt to rob the town bank, Blake finds himself caught in the crossfire between Creel and Marville's Sheriff's Department as he rushes in to try and protect the love of his life, Barbara Norris. Injuried by Creel, Blake is assisted by an old man who reveals himself to be none other than Odin, Allfather of Asgard and Blake's biological father. Remembering a past life as Thor, Blake is transformed into the God of Thunder and defeats Creel.
But that was not the end of Creel as the origins of his powers are revealed to be the work of none other than the Trickster God, Loki. Released from his holding cell with his powers renewed on the condition he kills Thor, Creel goes after Blake's parents and Barbara Norris believing them the key to drawing Thor out. Blake arrives to the rescue and delivers a beat down on Creel that leaves him S.H.I.E.L.D.'s custody and at Loki's mercy.
Issue #1.01 AKA Thor Versus The Pilot
Issue #1.02 AKA Thor Versus The Sex Scene
Issue #1.03 AKA Thor Versus The Motorcycle
Issue #1.04 AKA Thor Versus Blake
Issue #1.05 AKA Thor Versus The Memory
Issue #1.06 AKA Thor Versus The Absorbing Man
Issue #1.07 AKA Thor Versus The Deal
But that was not the end of Creel as the origins of his powers are revealed to be the work of none other than the Trickster God, Loki. Released from his holding cell with his powers renewed on the condition he kills Thor, Creel goes after Blake's parents and Barbara Norris believing them the key to drawing Thor out. Blake arrives to the rescue and delivers a beat down on Creel that leaves him S.H.I.E.L.D.'s custody and at Loki's mercy.
Issue #1.01 AKA Thor Versus The Pilot
Issue #1.02 AKA Thor Versus The Sex Scene
Issue #1.03 AKA Thor Versus The Motorcycle
Issue #1.04 AKA Thor Versus Blake
Issue #1.05 AKA Thor Versus The Memory
Issue #1.06 AKA Thor Versus The Absorbing Man
Issue #1.07 AKA Thor Versus The Deal
STORY ARC 02: AND THE THUNDER ROLLS
When lover of the weird and bizarre, June Moon, recieves a mysterious necklace in the mail, she puts it on only to find herself under the possession of the Asgardian Sorceress, Amora, turning her into the Enchantress. With an agenda against Odin, she seeks out his only living relative and deals a mortal blow against Thor. Surviving the encounter, the Prince of Asgard seeks out the Allfather who heals his wounds but not before revealing the truth of Amora's fall. Armed with the truth, Thor travels to Star City but not before Barbara makes a startling realization of her own.
Confronting the Enchantress in the Glades, Thor and the sorceress have a rematch that ends when Thor manages to destroy the amulet. However, their conflict attracted the attention of S.H.I.E.L.D. who arrives to apprehend both the Enchantress and the God of Thunder. Knowing June Moon's innocence, Thor allows her to escape by surrendering himself to Supervisory Special Agent Julia Perry.
Issue #1.08 AKA Thor Versus The Cold Open
Issue #1.09 AKA Thor Versus The Flashback
Issue #1.10 AKA Thor Versus The Lindwyrm
Issue #1.11 AKA Thor Versus The Enchantress
Issue #1.12 AKA Thor Versus The Past
Issue #1.13 AKA Thor Versus Barbara
Issue #1.14 AKA Thor Versus Star City
Issue #1.15 AKA Thor Versus S.H.I.E.L.D.
Confronting the Enchantress in the Glades, Thor and the sorceress have a rematch that ends when Thor manages to destroy the amulet. However, their conflict attracted the attention of S.H.I.E.L.D. who arrives to apprehend both the Enchantress and the God of Thunder. Knowing June Moon's innocence, Thor allows her to escape by surrendering himself to Supervisory Special Agent Julia Perry.
Issue #1.08 AKA Thor Versus The Cold Open
Issue #1.09 AKA Thor Versus The Flashback
Issue #1.10 AKA Thor Versus The Lindwyrm
Issue #1.11 AKA Thor Versus The Enchantress
Issue #1.12 AKA Thor Versus The Past
Issue #1.13 AKA Thor Versus Barbara
Issue #1.14 AKA Thor Versus Star City
Issue #1.15 AKA Thor Versus S.H.I.E.L.D.
STORY ARC 03: THE RISING STORM
While in S.H.I.E.L.D. custody, Agent Perry reveals to Thor that the Central City Incident has people scared and looking to the new wave of heroes to protect them. Forming an uneasy alliance with S.H.I.E.L.D., Agent Perry offers Thor an olive branch by taking him to the Triskelion in Washington where they happen to have an Asgardian Artifact in storage. The artifact turns out to be Thor's former weapon, the axe, Járnbjörn. However, at the same time, someone has freed Carl Creel forcing Thor into action. His memories still unclear, Thor has forgotten that the weapon was banished due to being cursed and soon finds himself lost in its bloodlust. Were it not for the intervention of Susan Storm, Thor would have killed Carl Creel.
With Creel back in S.H.I.E.L.D.'s custody and a new friend found in the Invisible Woman, Blake returns to Marville where he decides to tell Barbara the truth about his recent behaviour. Much to his surprise, she had already concluded Blake was actually Thor and has accepted him for who he is. The pair reaffirm their relationship and look towards the future together.
Issue #1.16 AKA Thor Versus Rebirth
Issue #1.17 AKA Thor Versus The Saxons
Issue #1.17a with Morden Man
Issue #1.18 AKA Thor Versus The Rematch
Issue #1.18a with Morden Man
Issue #1.19 AKA Thor Versus Vibranium
Issue #1.19a with Morden Man
Issue #1.20 AKA Thor Versus Úrndallr
Issue #1.20a with Morden Man
Issue #1.21 AKA Thor Versus Járnbjörn
Issue #1.22 AKA Thor Versus Big Belly Burger
With Creel back in S.H.I.E.L.D.'s custody and a new friend found in the Invisible Woman, Blake returns to Marville where he decides to tell Barbara the truth about his recent behaviour. Much to his surprise, she had already concluded Blake was actually Thor and has accepted him for who he is. The pair reaffirm their relationship and look towards the future together.
Issue #1.16 AKA Thor Versus Rebirth
Issue #1.17 AKA Thor Versus The Saxons
Issue #1.17a with Morden Man
Issue #1.18 AKA Thor Versus The Rematch
Issue #1.18a with Morden Man
Issue #1.19 AKA Thor Versus Vibranium
Issue #1.19a with Morden Man
Issue #1.20 AKA Thor Versus Úrndallr
Issue #1.20a with Morden Man
Issue #1.21 AKA Thor Versus Járnbjörn
Issue #1.22 AKA Thor Versus Big Belly Burger
STORY ARC 04: WHEN IT RAINS
When the Silver Surfer frees himself from the Raft, he arms several of the world's most dangerous criminals with new powers courtesy of the Power Cosmic. Two such criminals, the Gentleman Ghost, and the Shadow Thief are transported to Marville where they come into conflict with Thor. Summoning an army of the undead, Thor seems overwhelmed until Heimdall appears to assist him in conflict.
Banishing the Gentleman Ghost and interrogating the Shadow Thief, the Asgardians learn that the Surfer was behind the attack and Thor decides to confront the Surfer once and for all. Arriving at the Raft in time to turn the tide of battle, Thor and Darkseid's Herald face off in a clash of titans that leaves only one of them standing.
Despite his victory over the Surfer, Thor is left with a mortal injury due to the influence of the Power Cosmic. Traveling back to Marville, Heimdall brings Thor before Odin, who heals his son at the cost of his own life. Now the King of Asgard, Thor must come to terms with new responsibilities while finding a way to reunite his people and help Asgard rebuild.
Issue #1.23 AKA Thor Versus The Escapees (An MME Tie In)
Issue #1.24 AKA Thor Versus The Undead (An MME Tie In)
Issue #1.25 AKA Thor Versus The Possessed (An MME Tie In)
Issue #1.26 AKA Thor Versus The Raft (An MME Tie In)
Issue #1.27 AKA Thor Versus The Surfer (An MME Tie In)
Issue #1.28 AKA Thor Versus The Herald (An MME Tie In)
Issue #1.29 AKA Thor Versus The Power Cosmic (An MME Tie In)
Issue #1.30 AKA Thor Versus The Proposal
Banishing the Gentleman Ghost and interrogating the Shadow Thief, the Asgardians learn that the Surfer was behind the attack and Thor decides to confront the Surfer once and for all. Arriving at the Raft in time to turn the tide of battle, Thor and Darkseid's Herald face off in a clash of titans that leaves only one of them standing.
Despite his victory over the Surfer, Thor is left with a mortal injury due to the influence of the Power Cosmic. Traveling back to Marville, Heimdall brings Thor before Odin, who heals his son at the cost of his own life. Now the King of Asgard, Thor must come to terms with new responsibilities while finding a way to reunite his people and help Asgard rebuild.
Issue #1.23 AKA Thor Versus The Escapees (An MME Tie In)
Issue #1.24 AKA Thor Versus The Undead (An MME Tie In)
Issue #1.25 AKA Thor Versus The Possessed (An MME Tie In)
Issue #1.26 AKA Thor Versus The Raft (An MME Tie In)
Issue #1.27 AKA Thor Versus The Surfer (An MME Tie In)
Issue #1.28 AKA Thor Versus The Herald (An MME Tie In)
Issue #1.29 AKA Thor Versus The Power Cosmic (An MME Tie In)
Issue #1.30 AKA Thor Versus The Proposal
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STORY ARC 01:
S U P P O R T I N G C A S T
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MAIN CAST:
RECURRING CAST:
GUEST CAST:
SPECIAL MENTIONS:
BARBARA NORRIS:
HEIMDALL: Thor's dearest friend and longest ally. Though fated to die during the events of Ragnarok, Loki broke the cycle thus allowing both himself and Heimdall to live. Charged by Odin with protecting the reborn Thor, Heimdall brought Thor to Midgard and watched over him from a distance while the boy grew. Now he serves alongside the new King of Asgard.
CARTER HALL: A newcomer to Marville, the older man seems to know who Blake is but neither Blake nor Thor have any recollection of the man. Only time will tell if Carter Hall is a friend of foe.
LOKI LAUFEYSON:
ÚRNDALLR THE MAUL:
HEIMDALL: Thor's dearest friend and longest ally. Though fated to die during the events of Ragnarok, Loki broke the cycle thus allowing both himself and Heimdall to live. Charged by Odin with protecting the reborn Thor, Heimdall brought Thor to Midgard and watched over him from a distance while the boy grew. Now he serves alongside the new King of Asgard.
CARTER HALL: A newcomer to Marville, the older man seems to know who Blake is but neither Blake nor Thor have any recollection of the man. Only time will tell if Carter Hall is a friend of foe.
LOKI LAUFEYSON:
ÚRNDALLR THE MAUL:
RECURRING CAST:
ERIK & MARCY DONALDSON: Erik and Marcy Donaldson are the parents of Blake Donaldson, Thor's reborn self. Erik had studied to be an architect before the early death of his father resulted in him taking over the family farm in Marville Oklahoma. Marcy, on the other hand, was a pediatrician with her own private practice. The life on the farm, however, never truly suited her and had it not been for the arrival of Blake, the couple likely would have separated long ago.
SSA JULIA PERRY:
SHERIFF DAN LAMB:
MAYOR ROY THOMAS:
LADY ELAINE MARSHE-MORTON:
MICHAEL COLLINS:
SSA JULIA PERRY:
SHERIFF DAN LAMB:
MAYOR ROY THOMAS:
LADY ELAINE MARSHE-MORTON:
MICHAEL COLLINS:
GUEST CAST:
ODIN BORSON: The Allfather of Asgard, son of Bor, father to Thor, Loki, and Baldur. Odin was the ruler of Asgard until its demise during Ragnarok. Like the rest of the surviving Asgardians, he was left to wander the galaxy in search of refuge. Confident in his remaining son's ability to lead and knowing one day Thor would be reborn, Odin charged Heimdall with delivering the infant Thor to Midgard, hiding him in Marville, Oklahoma until the time was right. Ultimately Odin gave his life to save Thor's allowing him to pass into Valhalla to be with his beloved Frigga.
TYR BORSON: Odin's younger brother and Uncle to Thor, Baldur and Loki.
BALDUR ODINSON: Baldur is the youngest of Odin's children and half-brother to Thor. It was Baldur's death which set Ragnarok into motion after he died to the treachery of his eldest brother. Baldur is believed to belong to the Goddess of Death, Hela, now.
LADY SIF: The former wife of the late Thor, Lady Sif is one of Asgard's mightiest warriors and was foretold to bear the children of Thor who would go on to inherit the mighty Mjölnir. However, Sif miscarried during Ragnarok, leading to the loss of her unborn child. With Thor's death, no other heir could be produced for Mjölnir. She is presumed dead along with countless others in the aftermath of Ragnarok.
TYR BORSON: Odin's younger brother and Uncle to Thor, Baldur and Loki.
BALDUR ODINSON: Baldur is the youngest of Odin's children and half-brother to Thor. It was Baldur's death which set Ragnarok into motion after he died to the treachery of his eldest brother. Baldur is believed to belong to the Goddess of Death, Hela, now.
LADY SIF: The former wife of the late Thor, Lady Sif is one of Asgard's mightiest warriors and was foretold to bear the children of Thor who would go on to inherit the mighty Mjölnir. However, Sif miscarried during Ragnarok, leading to the loss of her unborn child. With Thor's death, no other heir could be produced for Mjölnir. She is presumed dead along with countless others in the aftermath of Ragnarok.
SPECIAL MENTIONS:
KEVIN DONALDSON: The biological son of Erik and Marcy Donaldson, Kevin was a stillborn child. Delivered only hours before Thor was placed on the porch of the Donaldson farmhouse, the grieving pair were immediately smitten with Thor primarily due to the loss of Kevin.
ERIC KOENIG: An Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. who works at the Triskelion in Washington. Agent Koenig is the direct grandson of an SSR Agent of the same name who was part of the team that recovered Járnbjörn. Agent Koenig is also Agent Perry's direct supervisor.
THE WARRIORS THREE: Comprised of Fandral the Dashing, Hogun the Grim and Volstagg the Valiant, the Warriors Three are among Thor's closest friends and companions. If ever Thor was on a quest, there was no question that the Warriors Three were right behind him. Sadly all three perished during the events of Ragnarok.
EITRI THE DWARF: A master craftsman and creator of both Járnbjörn and Mjölnir, Eitri is a close friend of the Throne of Asgard and has created weapons for the Kings of Asgard since before the days of Bor.
LORELEI, IDUNN THE MAIDEN: Sister to Amora, Lorelei had her sister framed in order to gain a position of favour with Karnilla, Queen of the Norns. This allowed Lorelei to become the next Maiden Goddess and keeper of the Garden of Idunn.
CARL 'CRUSHER' CREEL: A childhood rival to Blake Donaldson, Creel lost his football scholarship when Blake exposed him for using steroids. Ever since, Creel has held a grudge against Blake which was exploited by the Trickster God, Loki. In exchange for Blake's death, Loki promised Creel powers beyond his wildest belief. In the end, Blake, as Thor defeated Creel and Creel was forced to pay in his own blood for Loki's gifts.
JUNE MOON: A lover of the strange and bizarre, June Moon was an aspiring artist and paranormal blogger living in a destitute Star City neighborhood until a mysterious package was delivered to her door. Inside was a necklace unlike any she had ever seen before, curiosity got the better of her though and she put the necklace on, reading a note aloud that had come with it. Possessed by the Asgardian Amora, June was used as a pawn in Amora's revenge against Odin and his kin. Though Thor prevailed and destroyed the necklace, June was still possessed by Amora and escaped.
ERIC KOENIG: An Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. who works at the Triskelion in Washington. Agent Koenig is the direct grandson of an SSR Agent of the same name who was part of the team that recovered Járnbjörn. Agent Koenig is also Agent Perry's direct supervisor.
THE WARRIORS THREE: Comprised of Fandral the Dashing, Hogun the Grim and Volstagg the Valiant, the Warriors Three are among Thor's closest friends and companions. If ever Thor was on a quest, there was no question that the Warriors Three were right behind him. Sadly all three perished during the events of Ragnarok.
EITRI THE DWARF: A master craftsman and creator of both Járnbjörn and Mjölnir, Eitri is a close friend of the Throne of Asgard and has created weapons for the Kings of Asgard since before the days of Bor.
LORELEI, IDUNN THE MAIDEN: Sister to Amora, Lorelei had her sister framed in order to gain a position of favour with Karnilla, Queen of the Norns. This allowed Lorelei to become the next Maiden Goddess and keeper of the Garden of Idunn.
CARL 'CRUSHER' CREEL: A childhood rival to Blake Donaldson, Creel lost his football scholarship when Blake exposed him for using steroids. Ever since, Creel has held a grudge against Blake which was exploited by the Trickster God, Loki. In exchange for Blake's death, Loki promised Creel powers beyond his wildest belief. In the end, Blake, as Thor defeated Creel and Creel was forced to pay in his own blood for Loki's gifts.
JUNE MOON: A lover of the strange and bizarre, June Moon was an aspiring artist and paranormal blogger living in a destitute Star City neighborhood until a mysterious package was delivered to her door. Inside was a necklace unlike any she had ever seen before, curiosity got the better of her though and she put the necklace on, reading a note aloud that had come with it. Possessed by the Asgardian Amora, June was used as a pawn in Amora's revenge against Odin and his kin. Though Thor prevailed and destroyed the necklace, June was still possessed by Amora and escaped.
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For Season Two, I am planning on structuring my story a bit differently than in Season One. During Season One, I took a very 'Freak of the Week' approach to try and learn my character and get a feel for the world and the RP as a whole. Now having a fairly firm grasp on the character I'm playing and his lore, I'm looking to cover a wider arc story.
After fighting the Surfer, Thor has been left with several major threads to explore. Due to Odin's sacrifice, he has been crowned the new King of Asgard and will have to deal with the fallout and responsibilities that come with that title. Part of Season Two will indeed be a Game of Thrones as Thor is forced to contend with those who would take the crown for themselves. This, of course, leads to the next major thread that Thor has to deal with.
Loki is alive and active. While the Surfer wasn't entirely honest about who was the cause of Thor's loved ones' suffering, he was correct in telling him that Loki is behind the majority of mischief in Thor's life. As such, Thor will need to put an end to Loki.
Next, there's the theft of Járnbjörn and who could be behind that? Thor will be forced to come face to face with a foe he has not seen in a very long time. Additionally, a new face in Marville will challenge Thor in ways that he's never been challenged before.
Lastly, there's Barbara's pending answer to Blake's proposal, will she say yes? And if so, what stress and burdens come with planning a wedding to the King of Asgard.
All of this and more, in Thor: Season Two.
After fighting the Surfer, Thor has been left with several major threads to explore. Due to Odin's sacrifice, he has been crowned the new King of Asgard and will have to deal with the fallout and responsibilities that come with that title. Part of Season Two will indeed be a Game of Thrones as Thor is forced to contend with those who would take the crown for themselves. This, of course, leads to the next major thread that Thor has to deal with.
Loki is alive and active. While the Surfer wasn't entirely honest about who was the cause of Thor's loved ones' suffering, he was correct in telling him that Loki is behind the majority of mischief in Thor's life. As such, Thor will need to put an end to Loki.
Next, there's the theft of Járnbjörn and who could be behind that? Thor will be forced to come face to face with a foe he has not seen in a very long time. Additionally, a new face in Marville will challenge Thor in ways that he's never been challenged before.
Lastly, there's Barbara's pending answer to Blake's proposal, will she say yes? And if so, what stress and burdens come with planning a wedding to the King of Asgard.
All of this and more, in Thor: Season Two.
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