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@Master Bruce Loved the opening post. Darkseid controlling Galactus is something that just makes sense in this kind of game, I’m shocked that we haven’t seen it done more often. Excited to see where the overarching plot goes.
@Colonel Sep Awesome first Sif post. It hooked me immediately, incredibly effective opening -- very intrigued by our strong graceful resilient stranger, and I’m looking forward to seeing fish out of water Sif in action.
@Lord Wraith Just one post in and Krypton already feels so well-realised and fully formed. You feed just enough information for us to get a vivid picture without resorting to pure exposition. Jor-El’s dromos kreas craving sticks out to me in particular, just one way you make Krypton feel so naturally lived-in. Lois and Clark’s banter also shined, can’t wait to see their dynamic develop.
Much appreciated feedback, I actually really struggled with Krypton this time so I'm glad it came out well. Clark and Lois' banter was fun, so I'm hoping to be able to keep that up.
Happy Man of Steel Monday to those who celebrate.
“They’re so desperate to regain Rao’s favour, they’ll strip the planet bare just to seek out a yellow star.”
The man grumbled angrily, watching from the train’s windows while the enas-traeno hovered above the magnetic rail, guiding it to the city of Kandor. Behind the suspended beam lay barren fields that had once been the abundant plains of Wanan. In years past, the plains were home to bountiful crops produced by the Labour Guild; Mayzea, Tritikem and Oryza for all of Krypton were grown in the vastness of Wanan.
Or at least, they had been before the Council’s new directive.
Crops had been forgotten in search of precious minerals. Minerals for building ships, the harvesting of which left the fields usable for anything else. Waban was ruined, its fields upturned and stripped, leaving it void of nutrition. Pollinators in the area had moved on in search of food elsewhere, leaving the entirety of Kandor surrounded by only the carcass of a once-thriving agricultural sector.
Krypton was a small planet located in the furthest reaches of the Andromeda Galaxy, orbiting the star known as Rao in the system of the same name. Under the guidance and practices of the Religious Guild, the people of Krypton worshipped the star as the incarnation of their chief deity, from whom the star had been named. An isolationist people, the Kryptonians had primarily kept to themselves, their advancement halted and tossed back into the Dark Ages when Rao went from a Yellow Star to a Red Giant nearly a millennium ago.
Once a proud race of explorers and warriors, without the gifts of Rao, they had fumbled about in the dark for centuries, rebuilding their societies and devolving from a planet of free men and free women to a caste system where artificially grown children are placed into one of the five major Guilds alongside their parents.
In the last decade, Krypton had re-established contact with its neighbouring planets, Daxam and Dheronian. Both of whom, at one point in history, lived under the oppressive regime of Ancient Krypton. Both of whom had since lashed out against the planet and launched interplanetary armaments against the planet, adding fuel to the Council’s fire and accelerating their fleet of warships.
Argo City had an entire quarter decimated by the attack. Radiation leaked through the surviving city, forcing those remaining to evacuate to safety elsewhere. The train into Kandor was overflowing with survivors, while others were on their way to appeal to the council, much like the man and his wife.
“Jor,” The woman beside the man suddenly interrupted, “You’re grinding your teeth again.”
Jor-El smiled. If there was anyone who could pull him back from being a hundred stadia away, it was his Lara. He turned his face away from the window, closing his eyes to the burning fields before focusing on the gleaming red tower in the distance.
Not just any red tower, but the Red Tower, constructed of the purest sunstone and the heart of Xan City, the planet’s capital or Kryptonopolis, as it was commonly referred. It was where his and Lara’s home lay, but today they had business in Kandor. While it wasn’t a long journey, the distance between Kandor and Xan was nearly a stage and a half, or about two hundred stadia.
The traeno slowed as it approached the platform. The hiss of the air brakes deployed echoed around the cabin as the dull thud of the flaps expanding could be heard through the roof. The smell of Kandor’s numerous food vendors washed over Jor-El and Lara the minute they set foot onto the platform. Music echoed down the streets as people tried to spread joy instead of fear while the looming threat of war hung over the heads of every Kryptonian.
What was alluring aromas of delicious dromos kreas roasting on spits over open flame crystals for Jor-El was having the opposite effect on Lara as wave after wave of nausea washed over her, threatening to up heave the contents of her stomach.
“We’ll move quickly to the higher level, my love,” Jor-El smiled, taking his wife’s hand and guiding her to a nearby lift, but not without taking one last look at the sizzling kreas, the nearest made of his favourite rondorian cut. The smell of the caramelized fat rendering on the grill sent the smoky smell of the tallow-roasted treat towards his nose.
He resolved to ensure he picked up a snack for the way home.
Compared to the sprawling city of Xan, Kandor felt very vertical, with layer upon layer emphasizing the city’s caste system. While Xan might have been the planet’s official capital, Kandor was the fastest-growing city on the globe and rapidly outpaced Kryptonopolis in population.
Once they had arrived at the Military Guild Levels, it didn’t take long for Jor-El and Lara to locate the barracks they were looking for. Pausing outside the gilded metal door, Jor-El pressed the ringer, waiting a few seconds before footsteps laden with heavy boots could be heard on the other side.
“Jor! Lara!” General Dru-Zod exclaimed happily at seeing the pair outside the door before pausing in confusion, as he glanced down at Lara and the bump protruding from her stomach. “My, you have been eating well.*
“Dru, I do hope your tact in battle more than compensates for your lack in decorum.” Lara retorted with a chiding smile, “I am with child.”
“Ah, your names came up next on the Council’s list, then? Odd, I’ve never known the stress of being a parent to make any other woman fat-”
“No, Dru,” Jor-El interjected, “Lara is pregnant, with our son.”
“How can this be? I thought that was impossible. Childbirth is barbaric, is it not? What about the caste system?”
*Jor,” Lara replied, tears of joy welling in the corners of her eyes, “Jor found a way to cure the genophage. A fossilized Kryptonian down deep within the mines, its essence perfectly preserved, our son will not be like us; he’ll be like our ancestors.”
“He will be the first Kryptonian since the Crusades to be born of a woman and not a vessel. All of our hopes and dreams ride on him.”
“And what name have you come up with for this blessed miracle?” Zod asked.
“His name will be Kal, it means-” Lara began to answer before Zod finished her sentence.
“Rao with Us.”
The man grumbled angrily, watching from the train’s windows while the enas-traeno hovered above the magnetic rail, guiding it to the city of Kandor. Behind the suspended beam lay barren fields that had once been the abundant plains of Wanan. In years past, the plains were home to bountiful crops produced by the Labour Guild; Mayzea, Tritikem and Oryza for all of Krypton were grown in the vastness of Wanan.
Or at least, they had been before the Council’s new directive.
Crops had been forgotten in search of precious minerals. Minerals for building ships, the harvesting of which left the fields usable for anything else. Waban was ruined, its fields upturned and stripped, leaving it void of nutrition. Pollinators in the area had moved on in search of food elsewhere, leaving the entirety of Kandor surrounded by only the carcass of a once-thriving agricultural sector.
Krypton was a small planet located in the furthest reaches of the Andromeda Galaxy, orbiting the star known as Rao in the system of the same name. Under the guidance and practices of the Religious Guild, the people of Krypton worshipped the star as the incarnation of their chief deity, from whom the star had been named. An isolationist people, the Kryptonians had primarily kept to themselves, their advancement halted and tossed back into the Dark Ages when Rao went from a Yellow Star to a Red Giant nearly a millennium ago.
Once a proud race of explorers and warriors, without the gifts of Rao, they had fumbled about in the dark for centuries, rebuilding their societies and devolving from a planet of free men and free women to a caste system where artificially grown children are placed into one of the five major Guilds alongside their parents.
In the last decade, Krypton had re-established contact with its neighbouring planets, Daxam and Dheronian. Both of whom, at one point in history, lived under the oppressive regime of Ancient Krypton. Both of whom had since lashed out against the planet and launched interplanetary armaments against the planet, adding fuel to the Council’s fire and accelerating their fleet of warships.
Argo City had an entire quarter decimated by the attack. Radiation leaked through the surviving city, forcing those remaining to evacuate to safety elsewhere. The train into Kandor was overflowing with survivors, while others were on their way to appeal to the council, much like the man and his wife.
“Jor,” The woman beside the man suddenly interrupted, “You’re grinding your teeth again.”
Jor-El smiled. If there was anyone who could pull him back from being a hundred stadia away, it was his Lara. He turned his face away from the window, closing his eyes to the burning fields before focusing on the gleaming red tower in the distance.
Not just any red tower, but the Red Tower, constructed of the purest sunstone and the heart of Xan City, the planet’s capital or Kryptonopolis, as it was commonly referred. It was where his and Lara’s home lay, but today they had business in Kandor. While it wasn’t a long journey, the distance between Kandor and Xan was nearly a stage and a half, or about two hundred stadia.
The traeno slowed as it approached the platform. The hiss of the air brakes deployed echoed around the cabin as the dull thud of the flaps expanding could be heard through the roof. The smell of Kandor’s numerous food vendors washed over Jor-El and Lara the minute they set foot onto the platform. Music echoed down the streets as people tried to spread joy instead of fear while the looming threat of war hung over the heads of every Kryptonian.
What was alluring aromas of delicious dromos kreas roasting on spits over open flame crystals for Jor-El was having the opposite effect on Lara as wave after wave of nausea washed over her, threatening to up heave the contents of her stomach.
“We’ll move quickly to the higher level, my love,” Jor-El smiled, taking his wife’s hand and guiding her to a nearby lift, but not without taking one last look at the sizzling kreas, the nearest made of his favourite rondorian cut. The smell of the caramelized fat rendering on the grill sent the smoky smell of the tallow-roasted treat towards his nose.
He resolved to ensure he picked up a snack for the way home.
Compared to the sprawling city of Xan, Kandor felt very vertical, with layer upon layer emphasizing the city’s caste system. While Xan might have been the planet’s official capital, Kandor was the fastest-growing city on the globe and rapidly outpaced Kryptonopolis in population.
Once they had arrived at the Military Guild Levels, it didn’t take long for Jor-El and Lara to locate the barracks they were looking for. Pausing outside the gilded metal door, Jor-El pressed the ringer, waiting a few seconds before footsteps laden with heavy boots could be heard on the other side.
“Jor! Lara!” General Dru-Zod exclaimed happily at seeing the pair outside the door before pausing in confusion, as he glanced down at Lara and the bump protruding from her stomach. “My, you have been eating well.*
“Dru, I do hope your tact in battle more than compensates for your lack in decorum.” Lara retorted with a chiding smile, “I am with child.”
“Ah, your names came up next on the Council’s list, then? Odd, I’ve never known the stress of being a parent to make any other woman fat-”
“No, Dru,” Jor-El interjected, “Lara is pregnant, with our son.”
“How can this be? I thought that was impossible. Childbirth is barbaric, is it not? What about the caste system?”
*Jor,” Lara replied, tears of joy welling in the corners of her eyes, “Jor found a way to cure the genophage. A fossilized Kryptonian down deep within the mines, its essence perfectly preserved, our son will not be like us; he’ll be like our ancestors.”
“He will be the first Kryptonian since the Crusades to be born of a woman and not a vessel. All of our hopes and dreams ride on him.”
“And what name have you come up with for this blessed miracle?” Zod asked.
“His name will be Kal, it means-” Lara began to answer before Zod finished her sentence.
“Rao with Us.”
“Banana bread at work? Hell yeah, dude.”
Jimmy Olsen’s voice echoed over the Daily Planet bullpen as he paraded over to his cubicle, plate laden with a thick slice of the aforementioned banana bread. A dollop of butter had been carefully spread edge to edge before being just warmed enough to soak into the pastry prior to consuming.
The young stringer excitedly settled back into his chair, taking a selfie with the delicious-looking snack while narrating his caption aloud to himself.
“Hell yeah, dude.”
From across the bullpen, Lois watched Jimmy’s antics with a roll of her eyes. He took a large bite of the banana bread before washing it down with a swig of an energy drink that had been on his desk since yesterday.
The only reason it made it to today was that he had demolished the rest of the four-pack yesterday. It was a miracle the young man’s heart didn’t burst out of his chest.
“Considering your coffee is at least eighty percent sugar, I’m not sure you’ve got a leg to stand on, Miss Lane.” A warm voice filled the air, sending a shiver down Lois’ spine as she ran her tongue against her teeth, sticking it into her cheek before turning around and looking up into the man’s piercing blue eyes.
They twinkled back at her, smiling with naivety and hope that wasn’t often found in Metropolis. Even with a slight hunch to his posture, Clark Kent, the Daily Planet’s newest stringer, still stood a head taller than Lois.
“Smallville, I know you made that banana bread.” Lois retorted, “How? No one around her uses real butter. And I know the smell of real butter.”
“That’s very observant of you, Miss Lane.”
“We’ve been over this; it’s Lois.”
“And I don’t bake.” Clark smiled innocently as Lois let out an exasperated noise.
“At the very least, you brought it from home.” She accused Clark again.
“Lois, it’s Wednesday.”
“Yeah, so?”
“You’re suggesting that after I left work last night at six, that I took a train, or a car, all the way home to Kansas, to pick up banana bread, just for Jimmy?”
“Well, it sounds ridiculous when you put it like that.” Lois muttered, “But I didn’t hear you say ‘no’!” She snapped, pointing a pencil covered in teeth marks towards Clark.
“No, Lois, no, I did not drive to Smallville last night to get banana bread for Jimmy.”
Clark felt his phone vibrate suddenly, flipping it over to see a message from his younger sister.
Clark smiled at Jessi’s message, carefully typing a response as Jimmy passed between himself and Lois with a second plate.
Clark replied, hitting send.
“I’m going to bust you, Smallville, and when I do, there will be hell to pay,” Lois warned, leaning over the desk. She paused, his cologne wafting towards her as she suddenly found herself contemplating how good Clark Kent smelled.
“Hell,” Lois stuttered, “Hell to pay!” She called again before turning her sights to the nearest television. Breaking news flashed across the screen as a fire had engulfed a bank in midtown. She turned around, opening her mouth to call for Jimmy and Clark, only to realize she had been too slow.
Clark was already gone.
Jimmy Olsen’s voice echoed over the Daily Planet bullpen as he paraded over to his cubicle, plate laden with a thick slice of the aforementioned banana bread. A dollop of butter had been carefully spread edge to edge before being just warmed enough to soak into the pastry prior to consuming.
The young stringer excitedly settled back into his chair, taking a selfie with the delicious-looking snack while narrating his caption aloud to himself.
“Hell yeah, dude.”
From across the bullpen, Lois watched Jimmy’s antics with a roll of her eyes. He took a large bite of the banana bread before washing it down with a swig of an energy drink that had been on his desk since yesterday.
The only reason it made it to today was that he had demolished the rest of the four-pack yesterday. It was a miracle the young man’s heart didn’t burst out of his chest.
“Considering your coffee is at least eighty percent sugar, I’m not sure you’ve got a leg to stand on, Miss Lane.” A warm voice filled the air, sending a shiver down Lois’ spine as she ran her tongue against her teeth, sticking it into her cheek before turning around and looking up into the man’s piercing blue eyes.
They twinkled back at her, smiling with naivety and hope that wasn’t often found in Metropolis. Even with a slight hunch to his posture, Clark Kent, the Daily Planet’s newest stringer, still stood a head taller than Lois.
“Smallville, I know you made that banana bread.” Lois retorted, “How? No one around her uses real butter. And I know the smell of real butter.”
“That’s very observant of you, Miss Lane.”
“We’ve been over this; it’s Lois.”
“And I don’t bake.” Clark smiled innocently as Lois let out an exasperated noise.
“At the very least, you brought it from home.” She accused Clark again.
“Lois, it’s Wednesday.”
“Yeah, so?”
“You’re suggesting that after I left work last night at six, that I took a train, or a car, all the way home to Kansas, to pick up banana bread, just for Jimmy?”
“Well, it sounds ridiculous when you put it like that.” Lois muttered, “But I didn’t hear you say ‘no’!” She snapped, pointing a pencil covered in teeth marks towards Clark.
“No, Lois, no, I did not drive to Smallville last night to get banana bread for Jimmy.”
Clark felt his phone vibrate suddenly, flipping it over to see a message from his younger sister.
| Mom wants to know if Jimmy liked the banana bread.
Clark smiled at Jessi’s message, carefully typing a response as Jimmy passed between himself and Lois with a second plate.
| He didn’t like it. He loved it.
Clark replied, hitting send.
“I’m going to bust you, Smallville, and when I do, there will be hell to pay,” Lois warned, leaning over the desk. She paused, his cologne wafting towards her as she suddenly found herself contemplating how good Clark Kent smelled.
“Hell,” Lois stuttered, “Hell to pay!” She called again before turning her sights to the nearest television. Breaking news flashed across the screen as a fire had engulfed a bank in midtown. She turned around, opening her mouth to call for Jimmy and Clark, only to realize she had been too slow.
Clark was already gone.
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The first metahuman, The Sub-Mariner, is reported to exist on the front page of The Daily Star. The public is equally alarmed and intrigued, with more individuals with strange abilities emerging soon after. With the threat of the Axis Powers on the rise in Europe, the machinations of HYDRA are first discovered by U.S. Intelligence. As Hitler amasses military power, Johann Schmidt seeks the Spear of Destiny to achieve world domination. President Roosevelt is briefed on Operation Invader, recruiting American citizens with gifts beyond those of mortal men to battle HYDRA in the name of world peace. The Flash and Sentinel are the first two approached, while the military drafts Project: Rebirth as an alternative. Steve Rogers' transformation into Captain America is the only result of the project. The Invaders, made up of Captain America, Bucky, The Flash, Human Torch, Sentinel, Namor, Wildcat, and Doctor Fate, drive Hitler's forces to enough of a standstill to allow Allied intervention. Hitler commits suicide and the Nazis surrender, ending the war. HYDRA attempts a final solution of their own, resulting in Schmidt's disappearance and the presumed deaths of Captain America and Bucky. After disbandment following the war, the heroes Flash, Wildcat, and Sentinel reassemble the Invaders' remnants to train recruits in New York City. The Justice Society of America is founded in honor of Steve Rogers. A meteor shower above Smallville, Kansas, covers the crash of an alien spacecraft, leading to the adoption of Kal-El by Jonathan and Martha Kent. Billionaire scion Oliver Queen returns to civilization to little fanfare after one year on a remote island. Green Arrow debuts in Star City. The Sin-Cong War breaks out with the United States of America invading the People's Republic of Sin-Cong, officially to free the country from a tyrannical government but in reality to lay claim to the country's mysterious energy source known as the "Dragon Breath". Oliver Queen takes in the young Roy Harper as a favor to Roy’s grandfather, Big Bow. Green Arrow’s kid partner, Speedy, debuts. Oliver Queen loses his wealth after a prolonged legal battle with Queen Industries’ board that strips him of his position within the company. Marc Spector enlists in the Marine Corps and serves a tour in Sin-Cong, eventually getting dishonorably discharged and becoming a mercenary. Oliver Queen is charged with treason in a terrorist attack on a U.S. Navy ship, accused of collaborating with Sin-Cong forces. His already tenuously-secret identity is plastered all over the worldwide news cycle as Green Arrow is branded a traitor. In the ensuing manhunt, he discovers he’s a patsy in a S.H.I.E.L.D. plot to maintain American presence in Sin-Cong. Before he can clear his name, the U.S. government exonerates him in a statement that blames the plot on “rogue actors”. Marc Spector meets Jean-Paul "Frenchie" DuChamp and Layla El-Faouly, two fellow mercenaries who he teams up with to become the "Karnak Cowboys". Oliver Queen meets Connor Hawke while staying at a zen monastery in Nappa Valley, eventually learning that Connor is his biological son. Months later, Ollie sacrifices himself to stop an ecofascist terror attack. Connor becomes Green Arrow in his stead. Billionaire Bruce Wayne returns to Gotham City after ten years abroad. Layla El-Faouly is killed and Marc Spector falls into a depression that leads to him working with Raoul Bushman, a ruthless mercenary. The two of them alongside Jean-Paul DuChamp raid an archaeological dig site on the Sudanese-Egyptian border. Bushman kills the dig crew's lead Dr. Peter Alraune and captures his daughter Marlene. Marc attempts to intervene but is in turn beaten half to death by Bushman who leaves him to die. Marc dies in the tomb under a statue of Khonshu and is resurrected by the god as his Fist of Vengeance. Marc returns to America with Frenchie and Marlene and operates in New York City as the vigilante Moon Knight. Oliver Queen returns to life under mysterious circumstances. He meets Mia Dearden, a young survivor of human trafficking, and takes her under his wing. Star City becomes home to two Green Arrows after Ollie and Connor reunite. Reports file in from Gotham City of illegal activities being thwarted by a mysterious creature, Sergeant James Gordon is assigned to investigate. With no warning, thunderstorms with no rain appear all over the world. Confusing meteorologists, who still struggle to explain the phenomenon. Clark Kent leaves Earth to discover more about his origins Mia Dearden debuts as the second Speedy with Roy Harper’s blessing. Moon Knight has his final encounter with his nemesis Raoul Bushman that results in the vigilante, who was badly wounded in the fight, killing Bushman by cutting off his face. Moon Knight disappears from the public eye after this event. The Blur returns to Metropolis, becoming known as Superman, fighting the alien bounty hunter, Lobo, above the city sky. Marc Spector resurfaces in Hub City as Mister Knight, opening the Midnight Mission. |
| -Over 1000 Years ago the Infinitum Treaty Is signed, all Earth Pantheons agreed not to directly meddle in the affairs of Mortals - Eighty Seven Years Ago: The first metahuman, The Sub-Mariner, is reported to exist on the front page of The Daily Star. The public is equally alarmed and intrigued, with more individuals with strange abilities emerging soon after. - Eighty Five Years Ago: With the threat of the Axis Powers on the rise in Europe, the machinations of HYDRA are first discovered by U.S. Intelligence. As Hitler amasses military power, Johann Schmidt seeks the Spear of Destiny to achieve world domination. - Eighty Three Years Ago: President Roosevelt is briefed on Operation Invader, recruiting American citizens with gifts beyond those of mortal men to battle HYDRA in the name of world peace. The Flash and Sentinel are the first two approached, while the military drafts Project: Rebirth as an alternative. Steve Rogers' transformation into Captain America is the only result of the project. - Eighty Years Ago: The Invaders, made up of Captain America, Bucky, The Flash, Human Torch, Sentinel, Namor, Wildcat, and Doctor Fate, drive Hitler's forces to enough of a standstill to allow Allied intervention. Hitler commits suicide and the Nazis surrender, ending the war. HYDRA attempts a final solution of their own, resulting in Schmidt's disappearance and the presumed deaths of Captain America and Bucky. - Seventy Five Years Ago: After disbandment following the war, the heroes Flash, Wildcat, and Sentinel reassemble the Invaders' remnants to train recruits in New York City. The Justice Society of America is founded in honor of Steve Rogers. -Twenty Seven Years Ago: A meteor shower above Smallville, Kansas, covers the crash of an alien spacecraft, leading to the adoption of Kal-El by Jonathan and Martha Kent. -Twenty-five Years Ago: Billionaire scion Oliver Queen returns to civilization to little fanfare after one year on a remote island. Green Arrow debuts in Star City. - Twenty Two Years Ago: The Sin-Cong War breaks out with the United States of America invading the People's Republic of Sin-Cong, officially to free the country from a tyrannical government but in reality to lay claim to the country's mysterious energy source known as the "Dragon Breath". -Nineteen Years Ago: Oliver Queen takes in the young Roy Harper as a favor to Roy’s grandfather, Big Bow. -Eighteen Years Ago: Green Arrow’s kid partner, Speedy, debuts. -Fourteen Years Ago: Oliver Queen loses his wealth after a prolonged legal battle with Queen Industries’ board that strips him of his position within the company. - Twelve Years Ago: Marc Spector enlists in the Marine Corps and serves a tour in Sin-Cong, eventually getting dishonorably discharged and becoming a mercenary. -Nine Years Ago: Oliver Queen is charged with treason in a terrorist attack on a U.S. Navy ship, accused of collaborating with Sin-Cong forces. His already tenuously-secret identity is plastered all over the worldwide news cycle as Green Arrow is branded a traitor. In the ensuing manhunt, he discovers he’s a patsy in a S.H.I.E.L.D. plot to maintain American presence in Sin-Cong. Before he can clear his name, the U.S. government exonerates him in a statement that blames the plot on “rogue actors”. - Eight Years Ago: Marc Spector meets Jean-Paul "Frenchie" DuChamp and Layla El-Faouly, two fellow mercenaries who he teams up with to become the "Karnak Cowboys". -Seven Years Ago: Oliver Queen meets Connor Hawke while staying at a zen monastery in Nappa Valley, eventually learning that Connor is his biological son. Months later, Ollie sacrifices himself to stop an ecofascist terror attack. Connor becomes Green Arrow in his stead. - Five Years Ago: Billionaire Bruce Wayne returns to Gotham City after ten years abroad. - Five Years Ago: Layla El-Faouly is killed and Marc Spector falls into a depression that leads to him working with Raoul Bushman, a ruthless mercenary. The two of them alongside Jean-Paul DuChamp raid an archaeological dig site on the Sudanese-Egyptian border. Bushman kills the dig crew's lead Dr. Peter Alraune and captures his daughter Marlene. Marc attempts to intervene but is in turn beaten half to death by Bushman who leaves him to die. Marc dies in the tomb under a statue of Khonshu and is resurrected by the god as his Fist of Vengeance. Marc returns to America with Frenchie and Marlene and operates in New York City as the vigilante Moon Knight. -Four Years Ago: Oliver Queen returns to life under mysterious circumstances. He meets Mia Dearden, a young survivor of human trafficking, and takes her under his wing. Star City becomes home to two Green Arrows after Ollie and Connor reunite. -Three Years Ago: Reports file in from Gotham City of illegal activities being thwarted by a mysterious creature, Sergeant James Gordon is assigned to investigate. -Two Years Ago: Clark Kent leaves Earth to discover more about his origins -Two Years Ago: Mia Dearden debuts as the second Speedy with Roy Harper’s blessing. - One Year Ago: Moon Knight has his final encounter with his nemesis Raoul Bushman that results in the vigilante, who was badly wounded in the fight, killing Bushman by cutting off his face. Moon Knight disappears from the public eye after this event. -Three Months Ago: The Blur returns to Metropolis, becoming known as Superman, fighting the alien bounty hunter, Lobo, above the city sky. - One Week Ago: Marc Spector resurfaces in Hub City as Mister Knight, opening the Midnight Mission. |
This is maybe the second time ever I have a sheet ready before the IC of a game goes live so just let me enjoy the moment.
Oh no,
Welp, it was fun while it lasted.
S U P E R M A N
S U P E R M A N
S U P E R M A N
"This looks like a job for Superman!"
C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T  _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y Clark Joseph Kent _________________________________________________________ 27 | It's Complicated _________________________________________________________ Crown Consort to Almerac | American A L L I E S & A N T A G O N I S T S A L L I E S & A N T A G O N I S T S P O S T C A T A L O G U E P O S T C A T A L O G U E XX - Post Name - | T H E S T O R Y S O F A R... T H E S T O R Y S O F A R... An alien dispatched to Earth under unknown circumstances, Clark Kent arrived in Smallville, Kansas, intertwined in a radioactive meteor shower that razed most of the farming community. Discovered by a local couple, Clark was raised by his loving adoptive parents, Jonathan and Martha Kent from a young boy to a young man. While the circumstances of his adoption were a closely guarded secret, they were not the only signs that Clark was different from a normal boy. From a young age, he showed strength far exceeding his size and speed that actually made it impossible to watch the mischievous toddler without him literally disappearing in the blink of an eye. At the age of sixteen, when Clark experienced his first kiss, he found himself on cloud nine, and not figuratively, as he discovered his ability to fly. With these extraordinary abilities came responsibility, and Jonathan and Martha both worked hard to instill that into Clark. That responsibility kicked in when mysterious happenings around Smallville began to be linked to radiation from the meteors fifteen years earlier. People were waking up with strange abilities and lacking the same guidance the Kents had bestowed upon their adoptive son. Realizing the link between the meteors and these ability-endowed people, Clark took it upon himself to stop them and became something of a local, though incognito, vigilante. When Clark was fourteen, he crossed paths with an orphaned young boy by the name of Ryan, who like Clark possessed a hidden ability. It was eventually decided that the Kents would take Ryan in and so Clark gained an adoptive brother. A year later, the Kents were surprised with another blessing as Martha became pregnant, giving birth nine months later to a healthy baby girl, Jessica Sarah Kent. As Clark reached graduation, the weight of his secret and the lack of knowing where he came from gave him decision paralysis regarding where to move onto next in life. A lengthy discussion with his parents eventually gave way to a gap year and eventually, a move where he relocated to Metropolis, achieving a degree in journalism alongside his best friend, Chloe Sullivan. Like his time in Smallville, Metropolis was filled with encounters with the strange and bizarre, where Clark became known as an urban protector by the moniker 'The Blur'. But Clark struggled to hold down any job after university, the burden of his abilities always calling him to help where he could. Confused about his place in the world, Clark turned his sights towards the stars, determined to discover where he came from and why he was sent to Earth. Two year later, Clark returned from the stars, re-establishing himself in Metropolis before being subbed 'Superman' by the Daily Planet. Finding himself a job with the media conglomerate, Clark began to blend back into life on Earth with a renewed sense of purpose and better grasp on his identity. P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) This is a version of Clark that I've never seen told before. A younger iteration, this is a Clark fresh out of Smallville, but where other versions knew they were Kryptonian, or at the very least had the ship to guide them or the crystal to make the Fortress of Solitude, this Clark was found among the wreckage by Jonathan and Martha, but no truth to his actual heritage has ever been known. As such, my story picks up with Clark taking to the stars to figure out who he is. He has a basic grasp on his abilities, and he's done some heroic stuff, earning his local alter ego a place on Chloe's Wall of Weird under the moniker 'the Blur, ' but he's not Superman. He still has a lot to learn both about how to control his abilities and the extent of them. To do so, and to find out who he is and where he came from, Clark is taking to the stars, where I'll explore the themes of the Last Son of Krypton learning about who he is through the eyes and experiences of the galaxy before he ultimately discovers the fate of Krypton and his purpose on Earth. |
"I believe in truth, justice and dignity for all."___
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C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y Given Middle Surname _________________________________________________________ Age | Relationship Status _________________________________________________________ Affiliation(s) [If Applicable] | Nationality A L L I E S & A N T A G O N I S T S A L L I E S & A N T A G O N I S T S P O S T C A T A L O G U E P O S T C A T A L O G U E XX - Post Name - | T H E S T O R Y S O F A R... T H E S T O R Y S O F A R... A brief synopsis of your character's life, experiences and training before the RP begins. This is where you outline your vision for the character including any notable changes or differences from the regularly accepted canon. This should be a short summary that provides insight into where the character is in terms of their overall progress and development. You could also include any notable differences from the standard canon you've added to your character. P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) Why do you want to play this character, what is the driving motivation behind both this desire and the character themselves. What do you hope to accomplish and where do you want the character's story/stories to go? For a driving character, there should be enough of an outline present to interest other players along with specifications towards how many players you're looking to involve or available roles. For supporting characters, this should indicate either a plot you've arranged to be part of or the type of plot you're looking to be involved in. Roaming characters have the privilege of doing either or simply stating a roadmap for the character to exemplify how you'd ideally like them to move between plots. |
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