Lord Wraith

Teen Titans: Secret Origins - A Re-Imagined DC Canon RP

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_________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________ Loren Jupiter _________________________________________________________ 54 | Widower _________________________________________________________ Unknown | American -

________________________________________________________________________________________ A self-made man, Loren Jupiter is an expert investor and financier who in his lifetime, has used his money and intellect to become a man with a lot of influence. A multi-millionaire several times over, Jupiter doesn't bat an eye at a cost and instead looks at the outcome and weighs the worth against the investment. A fan of the Justice League, in general, larger-than-life individuals, funding the Teen Titans is something of a personal joy for Jupiter as he sees it as a way to give back and invest into Earth's future. A widower with no children of his own, Jupiter has taken a shine to Lilith, treating the girl as though she's his own daughter. Though by and far, Jupiter extends a fatherly figure over any of the Titans who will allow him to be such. A shrewd businessman with a keen eye, Jupiter knows exactly how to present the team in order to continue to garner public favour. However, as trustworthy as he seems, Jupiter is not without his own agendas and though they're unknown at this time, there is no doubt that he has them. Many suspect Jupiter has abilities of his own, though none have ever been revealed, and the man is incredibly knowledgeable, even for an individual of his age, talking as though he's lived several lifetimes over, far beyond the fifty years he actually is. While there is no doubt that Loren loved his late wife, there is another he loved more dearly, one who got away, and his heart longs to one day be reunited with that fiery woman. The team's coordinator and liason, Jupiter does not venture into the field, but is often close by monitoring the situation via VTOL aircraft capable of quickly extracting the team should they get in over their head. This vehicle has been affectionately dubbed the 'T-Bird'. ________________________________________________________________________________________

________________________________________________________________________________________ A young woman with powerful precognitive powers, Lilith Clay was born under mysterious circumstances, snatched away from her birth mother in the middle of the night and delivered to an orphanage. She was adopted quickly and grew up in a loving family until the age of thirteen, when her powers began to manifest. Soon after, she accidentally read the minds of her parents and discovered them to actually be her foster parents. Lilith was then told her birth mother, a woman with red hair, left her in the care of the nearby orphanage. A new fire burning within her, Lilith set out to find her biological parents; at age 16, she left home. Throughout her travels, she was largely unsuccessful in the search for her real parents and became an object of disgust and scorn. Because of her mental powers, Lilith was accused of being a witch. This was not helped by the recurring dream of the world ending, a vision which eventually caught the attention of Loren Jupiter. Unlike others she had met in her travels, Jupiter immediately viewed Lilith as trustworthy and sane, taking action of her visions and leading to the creation of the Teen Titans. Though Jupiter treats all the Titans with respect, Lilith has found that the older man dotes on her as a father would a daughter. An early warning siren for the team, Lilith operates as an unofficial member and mostly stays to the tower. Though she has other abilities beyond her precognition, the powerful telepath prefers to stick to herself afraid of accidentally hearing something she shouldn't or her other abilities harming someone. A wallflower, Lilith is generally around, but rarely involved in most of the team's antics. ________________________________________________________________________________________

_________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________ Lilith Clay _________________________________________________________ 17 | Single _________________________________________________________ None | American -

Teen Titans: Secret Origins - A Re-Imagined DC Canon RP

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_{Location: San Francisco - California}

Titans Together! #1.01: Future Omens

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_{Interaction(s): None}

Previously: None

It always began with the world burning.

The smell of acrid smoke choked her, suffocating her beneath the consuming flames of raging fires surrounding her. The flames tore through buildings and debris, screams echoed through what was left of the city's streets. Mothers wept over their children, while defiant husbands were cut down quickly by the opposing invading forces. No matter where she looked, her tired eyes were met with bloodshed and horror. Muscles too weak, too sore to respond. She tried to no avail to intervene but found herself completely helpless to do so.

This is how the nightmare started.

Flames wicking away at the ragged scraps of a tattered red cape billowing in the wind. The man it belonged to was long gone, nowhere to be found, yet scattered everywhere as the colossus towered over the battlefield. The battle had barely lasted long enough to call it that, not nearly enough to sate the colossus' hunger for war.

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.....................................................	Around her, the world was ripping itself apart. Her champions were laid bare across the desolate wasteland that was once her home. The Justice League had fallen, unable to turn the tide of battle as the nations ripped themselves apart, thrown into a fury. Hidden nations rose from beneath the ocean, dragging the mainland to the depths below while warriors previously veiled descended upon the armies of man. The colossus revealed in the destruction, but when the smoke cleared his appetite still was not satisfied but nothing remained to wage war. Fiery eyes looked upon Lilith, a sneer beneath the horned helmet before the deafening voice bellowed towards her. "Avert your eyes, Little Seer, this doesn't concern you." Frozen in place, Lilith tried to move, she tried to run, she tried to scream. But nothing came out, paralyzed with fear. She could only watch as the spear travelled through the air before piercing her torso. Sitting up in a cold sweat, Lilith Clay buried her damp forehead in a pair of equally clammy hands. Crimson locks spilled over her bare arms as she brought her knees to her chest, breathing heavily. Removing her hands from her face, they patted her body, checking for injuries, striving to convince herself that nothing she had experienced was even remotely real.

It was just a dream.

That was the lie she told herself, but Lilith knew, it was only a dream right now. The nightmares were persistent, the exact scenario inconsistent. Elements however remained the same, the world lost to war, the death of the Justice League and the towering colossus. She didn't know its name, but it embodied rage and wrath.

War personified.

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	It had summoned armies from every corner of the realm. Those who dwelled below the depths rose to the service of the Sky Lord's brother, while armies from the lands of ice and cold followed behind the crimson mane and crackling hammer. These armies of the heavens clashed against one another while Earth was caught in between. Her protectors fell so quickly, unprepared for those who came and Lilith each night was helpless to stop it. Or at least she had been. Several months ago, Lilith had found hope in the form of Loren Jupiter. Jupiter was the first to earnestly listen to her visions and not only believe them but take action. The self-made man, invested time and money into something he liked to call 'Titans of Tomorrow', but the media instead had dubbed the 'Teen Titans'.	..................................................... ...

Ironic, since all of them were legal adults.

Under the guidance of Lilith's visions and Jupiter's resources, the pair put together a team of young heroes to create a successor to the mythical Justice League. Something that hadn't been formally organized before. Though the 'Teen Titans' had detractors, it wasn't long after their first battle together that the Titans began to garner public favour.

But the nightmares remained unchanged.

War was coming, and if something didn't change soon, Lilith wasn't sure that they'd stop it. The team had shown initial promise coming together and stopping Cinderblock. But, they were still getting to know each other and living under one roof had certainly illuminated a culture clash. Not a surprise when you have just about every personality living in close quarters, training against one another and ultimately just existing.

There were times that Lilith wished she could turn off her abilities, she had heard more than a few passing thoughts that she'd rather unheard.

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Suddenly, a piercing headache caused Lilith to double over in pain. She had barely made it out of her bed before she found herself frantically reaching for it again, preventing herself from falling to the floor. Images danced in front of her eyes, altogether at first before the layers started to come apart and the vision played out linearly. Lilith saw the prisoner transport stalled on the side of the road. Its doors were blown off and heavy footprints cracked into the asphalt. Screams filled her head as a car flew through the air and she was brought face to face with Cinderblock. Free again.

"No."

An alarm echoed through the Titans tower, rousing those within as Jupiter's voice echoed through the bunks.

"All team members please suit up. We have a situation developing."

Wraith's Little Workshop of Horrors

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_{Location: San Francisco - California}

Titans Together! #1.02: A Ballad of Skalds and Shieldmaidens

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_{Interaction(s): None}

Previously: None

Tossing and turning beneath a thin, simple sheet, the raven-haired shieldmaiden rubbed her tired eyes, resigning to lying on her back and staring toward the ceiling. San Francisco was a long way from Paradis, and the climate was entirely different. The heat and humidity were unlike anything she had experienced on the crisp, temperate island. Here, everything was sticky and fabric hung to the skin in a way that made Troia wish to forgo any sense of modesty in the desperate search for some reprieve.

It was hard to believe that Troia had been living in the tower for nearly three months. Five months ago, she has left Paradis in search of her sister. That trail led her to the myth known as the Batman. In the world of man, there was a tome known as a 'tabloid' which believed that Diana and this 'Dark Knight' were courting. Troia was unable to locate the Batman of Gotham, but fate intervened, and her path crossed with that of his protege. It was only then, she was brought into the fray in a battle against the one called 'Cinderblock'.

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.....................................................	The man of stone had proven to be a less than worthy adversary. After an encore of a song she had to assume was called "She Keeps Me Up' based on how many times the raspy voiced man had yelled it out, Troia had had enough of her neighbor's music. Over the last couple of weeks, Troia had been introduced to 'popular culture' and all too soon became familiar with what Kyle Rayner referred to as 'Dad Rock'. The likes of Nirvana, the Foo Fighters, Green Day and Creed. But one hand, this band was played more than any other. His lyrics clawed their way into Troia's head like a wyrm. Nickelback. "Skald!"

Troia yelled, making a frustrated cry before peeling the sheet back from her head. Her body sighed in relief at the sensation of open air providing reprieve from the humidity trapped within the cover. Sitting up, Troia felt the sheet beneath her stick to the small of her back, beads of sweat adhering to the fine fabric to the curvature of her body before finally letting go. Rapping a set of knuckles firmly against the wall, she was careful not to put her hand through the fragile walls of the Titans' Tower.

Again.

The Skald and Troia had an interesting relationship, to put it succinctly. While Troia respected his experience in combat, powers and artistic talents, it was his single-mindedness, fixations and choice of music that drove a wedge between them. Music on Paradis had been very different from the bubblegum pop, Dad joke and 'white girl' music that Kyle Rayner seemed to so enjoy. Still, Troia couldn't deny that the Skald made for a worthwhile companion and sparring partner.

There was something incredibly satisfying about making those constructs shatter into tiny green fragments.

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	Standing with an elongated stretch, Troia felt around in the dim room until her hand discovered a t-shirt. Communal modesty was encouraged in the tower after all, and some of her compatriots were less than accustomed to the casual nudity of Paradis. Despite this, Troia had grown to enjoy the company of her male teammates even if they were incredibly different from her peers at home. Giving the shirt a quick sniff test, she pulled the baggy garment over her head and loose braids before rubbing her eyes again, only to now realize her hands were still taped from a late-night sparring session. She looked at herself in the mirror, barely recognizing the girl looking back. She had come to the World of Men with a purpose, one she was currently failing at. Though this team needed her, and if she were honest, she too needed them, still her she was assimilating into a culture that Paradis was created to protect her from. In her search for her sister, was Troia too quickly losing herself? Where are you Diana? The thought hung in her head before she turned her head to the side, cracking her neck. Rolling her shoulders, Troia began to loosen her stiff muscles after a restless night of little sleep. She would not be lost to her thoughts, and all of this moping meant that Troia needed to hit something. Hard. The sounding alarm prompted a smile across Troia's face as Jupiter's voice echoed overhead. It looked like fate had once again intervened on her behalf. Thank Freya. Cracking her knuckles, the Valkyrie shed the t-shirt just as quickly as she had put it on. Her eyes twinkled, looking at her weapons before she donned her armour. The cool Mithril hugged her body, perfectly fitted like a second skin. Picking up the dwarven-made weapons, she inspected her blood, hovering the edge just in front of her face before taking a whiff of the Blodstál. The smell of battles fought was like an aphrodisiac. Emerging from her quarters armed, Troia entered the briefing room to find Jupiter and Lilith waiting while the others followed suit. She looked around at her teammates, weighing their expressions, carefully hiding her eagerness for combat.	..................................................... ...

Troia had an itch to scratch.

"Hail," She greeted the gathered team, "Ser Jupiter, Lady Clay, where is the battle?"

"Cinderblock has escaped custody," Jupiter replied. "He's in the downtown shouting for the Titans. It appears he wants a rematch."

"Then, by Thor's hammer, let us not disappoint."

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Wraith's Little Workshop of Horrors

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_{Location: San Francisco - California}

Titans Together! #1.01: Future Omens

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_{Interaction(s): None}

Previously: None

It always began with the world burning.

The smell of acrid smoke choked her, suffocating her beneath the consuming flames of raging fires surrounding her. The flames tore through buildings and debris, screams echoed through what was left of the city's streets. Mothers wept over their children, while defiant husbands were cut down quickly by the opposing invading forces. No matter where she looked, her tired eyes were met with bloodshed and horror. Muscles too weak, too sore to respond. She tried to no avail to intervene but found herself completely helpless to do so.

This is how the nightmare started.

Flames wicking away at the ragged scraps of a tattered red cape billowing in the wind. The man it belonged to was long gone, nowhere to be found, yet scattered everywhere as the colossus towered over the battlefield. The battle had barely lasted long enough to call it that, not nearly enough to sate the colossus' hunger for war.

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.....................................................	Around her, the world was ripping itself apart. Her champions were laid bare across the desolate wasteland that was once her home. The Justice League had fallen, unable to turn the tide of battle as the nations ripped themselves apart, thrown into a fury. Hidden nations rose from beneath the ocean, dragging the mainland to the depths below while warriors previously veiled descended upon the armies of man. The colossus revealed in the destruction, but when the smoke cleared his appetite still was not satisfied but nothing remained to wage war. Fiery eyes looked upon Lilith, a sneer beneath the horned helmet before the deafening voice bellowed towards her. "Avert your eyes, Little Seer, this doesn't concern you." Frozen in place, Lilith tried to move, she tried to run, she tried to scream. But nothing came out, paralyzed with fear. She could only watch as the spear travelled through the air before piercing her torso. Sitting up in a cold sweat, Lilith Clay buried her damp forehead in a pair of equally clammy hands. Crimson locks spilled over her bare arms as she brought her knees to her chest, breathing heavily. Removing her hands from her face, they patted her body, checking for injuries, striving to convince herself that nothing she had experienced was even remotely real.

It was just a dream.

That was the lie she told herself, but Lilith knew, it was only a dream right now. The nightmares were persistent, the exact scenario inconsistent. Elements however remained the same, the world lost to war, the death of the Justice League and the towering colossus. She didn't know its name, but it embodied rage and wrath.

War personified.

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	It had summoned armies from every corner of the realm. Those who dwelled below the depths rose to the service of the Sky Lord's brother, while armies from the lands of ice and cold followed behind the crimson mane and crackling hammer. These armies of the heavens clashed against one another while Earth was caught in between. Her protectors fell so quickly, unprepared for those who came and Lilith each night was helpless to stop it. Or at least she had been. Several months ago, Lilith had found hope in the form of Loren Jupiter. Jupiter was the first to earnestly listen to her visions and not only believe them but take action. The self-made man, invested time and money into something he liked to call 'Titans of Tomorrow', but the media instead had dubbed the 'Teen Titans'.	..................................................... ...

Ironic, since all of them were legal adults.

Under the guidance of Lilith's visions and Jupiter's resources, the pair put together a team of young heroes to create a successor to the mythical Justice League. Something that hadn't been formally organized before. Though the 'Teen Titans' had detractors, it wasn't long after their first battle together that the Titans began to garner public favour.

But the nightmares remained unchanged.

War was coming, and if something didn't change soon, Lilith wasn't sure that they'd stop it. The team had shown initial promise coming together and stopping Cinderblock. But, they were still getting to know each other and living under one roof had certainly illuminated a culture clash. Not a surprise when you have just about every personality living in close quarters, training against one another and ultimately just existing.

There were times that Lilith wished she could turn off her abilities, she had heard more than a few passing thoughts that she'd rather unheard.

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Suddenly, a piercing headache caused Lilith to double over in pain. She had barely made it out of her bed before she found herself frantically reaching for it again, preventing herself from falling to the floor. Images danced in front of her eyes, altogether at first before the layers started to come apart and the vision played out linearly. Lilith saw the prisoner transport stalled on the side of the road. Its doors were blown off and heavy footprints cracked into the asphalt. Screams filled her head as a car flew through the air and she was brought face to face with Cinderblock. Free again.

"No."

An alarm echoed through the Titans tower, rousing those within as Jupiter's voice echoed through the bunks.

"All team members please suit up. We have a situation developing."

Teen Titans: Secret Origins - A Reimagined DC Roleplay

Going to start working on my IC opener and the OOC to have everything ready for launch in a week. Apps look great, some tough decisions ahead.

Wraith's Little Workshop of Horrors

Hail, Skald

Frigg!

Great Freya!

Odin's Beard!

Thor's Hammer!

Damn you to Hel!

Teen Titans: Secret Origins - A Reimagined DC Roleplay

Never mind.

@MadMaze

Sorry about that, you're still welcome to try with Jason or another character of you want to.

Teen Titans: Secret Origins - A Reimagined DC Roleplay

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Why?

@Sep

Have you watched it?

Teen Titans: Secret Origins - A Reimagined DC Roleplay

Yeah I realised after I replied and didn't want to double post, that he was in the TITANS show wasn't he?

@Sep

Yes, but also in the comics as well.

Also less said about 'TITANS' the better.

Teen Titans: Secret Origins - A Reimagined DC Roleplay

@Lord Wraith is jason's robin off the table since as far as i know he wasn't in teen titans, although i might be missing something.

@MadMaze

As @Sep already said, if you navigate to the link in the OP, Jason's Robin was, in fact, a Titans member and is unfortunately a viable option.