Lord Wraith

Wraith's Little Workshop of Horrors

Absolute Comics

That's it, that's the game.

A sandbox RP defined by player activity. Players take the roles of heroes (and/or villains?) and build the world through their stories.

Wraith's Little Workshop of Horrors

^{◼ G M (s): Colonel Sep, Lord Wraith, Master Bruce ◼ G E N R E: Fandom ◼ T Y P E: Collaborative Non-Linear Sandbox [By Invitation Only]}

^{"To me, writing is fun. It doesn’t matter what you’re writing, as long as you can tell a story."
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I N T R O D U C T I O N:
I N T R O D U C T I O N:

Absolute Comics: Odyssey is a roleplay based upon the structures and mechanics of previous games run under the Absolute Comics banner, but with a goal of overcoming the past games' biggest weakness: a lack of collaborative writing. As such, Odyssey is a collaborative linear sandbox roleplay that seeks to merge and mix the lore of your favourite DC and Marvel characters into one living, cohesive world. The idea behind this RP is not to embody our favourite heroes to simply retell iconic stories and origins, but to take these characters and make them our own. In fact, the goal of the RP is for players to take their favourite characters and re-imagine them to tell stories together. We only ask that the 'heart' of the character remains the same. Players will take the roles of their favourite characters and tell stories in collaboration with other players in order to develop and grow the world.

The primary difference is that this iteration is on an invitation-only basis. So if you were directed here by @Lord Wraith, @Master Bruce or @Colonel Sep, congrats, you’re in! If you weren’t previously invited by any of the above three but were invited by an accepted player who is willing to vouch for you, then by all means drop an application below.

Due to a drop in activity, we're opening the game up and looking to take on fresh blood to continue to push forward the world, its stories and add new ones into the mix. Interested players can voice such in the OOC as well as peruse previously claimed characters, the current IC and ultimately apply a character sheet.

How heavily these elements are mixed depends on the players, as the world and its lore are shaped by you and your stories. Do Bruce Wayne and Tony Stark know each other? Has Lady Shiva trained with Danny Rand? Have Thor and Superman gone toe-to-toe? These are questions for you to ask yourself, and they can only be answered as the RP unfolds!

S U M M A R Y:
S U M M A R Y:

“If you want something done right, you have to do it yourself.”

From beyond the walls of time and space, waves of corruption have washed over the universe, foreboding the arrival of something ancient and terrible. A cosmic cataclysm erupts, wiping out what once had been and leaving no survivors. But reality often goes through cycles of creation and destruction, and with destruction complete, creation must begin anew.

In the wake of birthing this new reality, an egg was released into the universe to hatch. It was watched with much fascination by those who exist outside the limits of time and the confines of three dimensions, but no one could have predicted what would happen next.

As the egg drifted through the cosmos, it soon crossed paths with the fourth world. From within, the Prince of Apokolips, Uxas, took a shine to the egg and opted to raise the creature within. The egg hatched, and from within, the creature emerged. It could not be sated by milk from a teat nor by food from the table. It ate and ate, until it eventually devoured a world whole.

By the time the creature had grown, Uxas, now known as Darkseid, had become Lord and Ruler of Apokolips, God of Evil.

And the creature, Galactus, was a weapon to be used.

Utilizing Galactus, Darkseid set about his mission of reshaping this new reality to one that benefits him. Manipulating Galactus into stripping planets bare and leaving only the Anti-Life Equation, continually growing not only his strength but his will over this existence.

Wraith's Little Workshop of Horrors

Hawkman
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-Katar and Shayera were Leaguers before the disbandment.
-Shayera died during the Despero attack, becoming the first of their lives where she died first.
-Katar, disillusioned has isolated himself to await death.
-Instead, he's found by Kendra Saunders, a Thanagarian Refugee who recognized the signature of Katar's Nth metal and sought him out.
-Now Katar finds himself drawn back into the fight as both forces of Rann and Thanagar seek out Kendra and the secrets she's holding.

H A W K M A N
H A W K M A N

^{“Point me in the direction of whomever's ass I have to kick.”}

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 _________________________________________________________ Katar Hol / Dr. Carter Hall Ph. D. _________________________________________________________ Thanagarian / Caucasian | Archeologist/Linguist | Unaffiliated _________________________________________________________ Midway City | Michigan | United States of America C H A R A C T E R N O T E S C H A R A C T E R N O T E S _________________________________________________________ [+] - P O W E R S & A B I L I T I E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ THANAGARIAN PHYSIOLOGY S U P P O R T I N G C A S T ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ KATAR HOL Known as the hero Hawkman and the civilian Carter Hall on Earth ◼ SHAYERA THAL Pre-deceased, Shayera Thal was the hero known as Hawkwoman and the wife of Katar, using the assumed alias of Shiera Hall on Earth. A warrior to the end, Shayera died facing the foe known as Despero, attempting to protect the civilian, Lois Lane. Both ultimately ended up losing their lives to the alien marauder. ◼ KENDRA SAUNDERS A fugitive Thangarian trapped in a human body, Princess Chay-Ara was murdered by insurgents using a knife forged of the same celestial metal that Hath-Set had used to murder Katar and Shayera nearly a millennia earlier. Awakening in the body of a formerly suicidal teen, Kendra Saunders, Chay-Ara is forced to adapt to her new setting and seek out the last surviving Wingman, Katar Hol. M I S C E L L A N E O U S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ - P O S T C A T A L O G P O S T C A T A L O G _________________________________________________________ [+] - P O S T C A T A L O G ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ -

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T ________________________________________________________________________________________ Katar and Shayera Hol were a pair of alien law enforcement known on their homeworld of Thangar as 'Wingmen'. Thangar was the Capital of the Thanagarian Empire, the successor to the Polaran Empire which had previously ruled the Polaris System. In the spirit of their predecessors, the Thanagarians had become an expansionist race that plundered other worlds and stripped them of their resources and treasures to fund their ever-expanding fleet. Numerous members of their conquered worlds were taken as slaves and used to further the goals of the Thanagarians. As Wingmen, Katar and Shayera were responsible for ensuring the general populace's obedience to the Empire and among their duties was prisoner transportation. It was this duty they were carrying out when the pair's patrol craft was pulled through a wormhole before crashlanding on Earth nearly five thousand years ago. Surviving the crash, Katar and Shayera found themselves on an unfamiliar world in a foreign system. Seeking out a settlement, the pair found their way to Memphis. The Egyptians were astonished by the pair of Thanagarians and immediately became enamoured with their visitors due to the resemblance of their armour to the god, Horus. Welcomed with open arms, the pair were worshipped as gods by the people who believed that Horus had blessed them with his children. However, one of the high priests, Hath-Set, grew envious of the attention and worship the pair received. Craving it all for himself, Hath-Set began to covet Shayera as well, stalking the woman until he began to obsess over her. However, when the high priest finally confessed his feelings to Shayera, she spurned his affections choosing to remain loyal to Katar. In vengeance, Hath-Set planned to murder the two aliens exposing them as flesh and blood instead of the gods the people believed them to be. Poisoning their drinks in order to weaken the pair of Thanagarians, Hath-Set had their unconscious bodies moved to his sacred chamber where he planned to carry out their murder as a sacrifice to his own god. Using a knife made from the heart of a meteor, the blade cursed Katar and Shayera to forever be reincarnated, only to fall in love all over again. Then, at the point when their love for each other was greatest, the hourglass would turn, and they would both die before their time. Since that first death, Katar and Shayera have lived hundreds of lives, each different from the last and plagued with the memories of those that came before. Each life followed the same template, the pair would grow up, start their lives and eventually find the other, fall in love and then watch the other die. Often, Katar would die first, sacrificing himself for Shayera. The other times they would die together. However, no matter the lifetime the pair were forced to endure one tragic end after another. P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) ________________________________________________________________________________________ O N G O I N G ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ I S S U E # 0 1 RUDE AWAKENINGS RUDE AWAKENINGS Murdered by her own personal guard, Thanagarian Princess CHAY-ARA awakens in the body of teenager KENDRA SAUNDERS on the foreign planet of EARTH. A fish out of water, she must seek out the only man who can help her, a former member of both the Justice Society and Justice League, the hero known as the Savage HAWKMAN. Characters Involved: Kendra Saunders Desired # of Players: N/A

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-Kendra Munoz-Saunders, daughter of an archeologist in Egypt. Her parents find a relic relating to Prince Khufu and Princess Shiera before being betrayed by their team and murdered. At the same time, Thanagarian Princess Chay-Ara is trying to contact Katar Hol on Earth using a sister relic. Assassinated by her personal guard, Chay-Ara and Kendra switch places, ultimately leading to Kendra's death where Kendra's uncle(?) saves Chay-Ara, now in Kendra's body.

Wraith's Little Workshop of Horrors

A L I A S
A L I A S

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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 _________________________________________________________ Katar Hol / Dr. Carter Hall Ph. D. _________________________________________________________ 34 (Physically) | Single _________________________________________________________ Justice Society | American (This Reincarnation) 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 _________________________________________________________ [+] A L L I E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Name - Note A N T A G O N I S T ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Name - Note - 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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Wraith's Little Workshop of Horrors

<sub>"Yako ajaw Camazotz!"

"Yako ajaw Camazotz!"</sub>

"Yako ajaw Camazotz!"

The chanting grew louder as Cassandra moved further into the cavern. The youngest of the four Amazons to have ever earned the champion title of Wonder Woman, the blonde-haired warrior was no stranger to the South American continent. In years past, she had accompanied her mortal mother on more than one archeological dig south of the Equator. Perhaps it was her familiarity with the myths of this region that was creating the cold sweat on the back of her neck. Nearly twenty years ago, Cassandra would have dismissed all myths as humans trying to explain away that which they didn't yet understand. However, discovering that your own father was Zeus and training on a hidden island filled with Amazons under the protection of Hera sort of reframes your world views.

Even still, the name 'Camazotz' sent a shiver down Cassandra's spine. Her mentor, Donna Troy had done everything she could to prepare Cassie for this mission, but even still it wasn't every day that you're sent to try and negotiate a truce between warring pantheons.

Maybe I should have tapped Thor for an assist?

The thought was fleeting. Queen Nubia; no, not even Donna would hear any of it. Man, whether human or simply just male, only further caused wars. It was the role of the Wonder Woman to keep the peace. Bringing Thor along would have been seen as an act of aggression on what should be a simple diplomatic mission.

Once upon a time, the gods sat across from each other in the Parliament of Pantheons, high above Omnipotence City. There gods like Chaac and Tupã sat across from Odin and Zeus. But while the people still remembered the works of Odin and Zeus, Chaac and Tupã had faded into obscurity and so too had their powers faded. No longer able to hold a seat in the Parliament, their thrones were removed, leaving behind a power vacuum. A vacuum only too happily filled by those seeking to expand their power, those seeking to rise above.

Those like Camazotz.

Crawling on the rough stone beneath her, Cassie soon found an opening that expanded into a larger cavern within the cave. In the center of the cavern was a massive pit filled with swirling energy. Crackling beams of violet and vermilion emanated from the edge of the pit while a black cloud of screeching bats filled flew amongst the stalactites above.

"Yako ajaw Camazotz!"

The chanting continued while Cassie surveyed the scene below. Surrounding the energy-filled chasm were numerous figures robed in what had to be ceremonial garb. Drums vibrated through the numerous tunnels filling the cave as Cassandra's eyes widened. Beyond those surrounding the pit, more robed figures stood in the tunnels beyond the larger cavern.

Her hand instinctually moved towards her weapon.

No, bad Cassie! You're here for a diplomatic approach.

Without warning the bats clinging to the stony ceiling stopped screeching. A cold wind whistled through the cave bringing about the end of the chanting and sending shivers up Cassandra's spine. Darkness overtook the claustrophobic space as almost all of the torches below were extinguished, save for one. What once had been a noisy din, was now as silent as the grave. Cassandra suddenly feared breathing, lest she be discovered.

Below, the figure holding the last illuminated torch stepped forward. The light danced across their crocodile-shaped mask, the sharp angles and groves casting eerie shadows around the cavern walls.

"<Lord Camazotz, we bring this offering to restore your strength and beckon you to return to this world to bring about your great Eternal Night.>"¹ The crocodile-masked figure stated into the swirling void below. Motioning with their free hand, Cassie nearly gasped as a woman in white was dragged through the crowd. From her position, Cassandra watched while the woman fought against her captors and bonds to no avail.

"<Relax, child. Soon your sacrifice will have a higher purpose.>" With a simple shrug, the crocodile-masked figure pushed the woman into the maelstrom below. Cassandra let out a gasp as the energy engulfed the woman, tearing her apart layer by layer. Raw energy erupted from the pit, illuminating the room in hues of amethyst.

"You have brought me the wrong woman." The voice thundered through the cavern. Cassie could feel it buzzing in the back of her skull. It should have been coming from the pit, but it felt as though it was coming from everywhere.

"The sacrifice needs to contain the blood born of my enemy if I am to enter the mortal plane."

Cassie began to claw at the back of her skull, she needed the voice out of her head.

Hera, give me strength

"Interloper!." The voice rang through her skull, whispering and screaming all, like a chorus of the anguished and tormented. Cassandra could have sworn at that moment that the formless energy in the void below turned to look directly at her.

"Sieze her!"

That was her cue to leave, the time for diplomacy was over. Donna would be disappointed, but at least Cassandra had a firm grasp on what exactly was happening here. Dropping into the cavern, Cassandra pulled the blade from its sheath. With a twist of her hand, Cassandra felt the hilt of the narrow leaf-like blade extend to a full spear shaft. Spinning the polearm around, the current Wonder Woman managed to keep her attackers at bay.

"Hephaestus really does make the best toys," She called to the mob attempting to gain ground on her. Delivering a blow of the celestial bronze forged shaft to the chin of a robed figure who got too close, Cassandra managed to use their stunned form to toss it into those nearest her exit.

Moving down the tunnel back towards where she came in, Cassandra could hear her pursuers gaining on her. Putting two fingers to her mouth, she let out a sharp whistle. The sound of wing beats filled the end of the tunnel as Cassandra saw her ride appear. Summoning her strength, she retracted her weapon and sprinted to the end. Leaping onto the back of the winged horse, she vanished into the night sky, the cultists behind her becoming nothing more than twinkling flames in the distance.

Next stop, the one born of the blood of Camazotz's enemy.

_{Location: Boise, - Idaho, U.S.A.}

Gods & Mortals #1.01: Behold, A Pale Horse

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_{Interaction(s): None}

Previously: None

Jolting awake, Yara's eyes slowly adjusted to the unfamiliar darkness. At first, her surroundings were almost foreign, the smells too clean, too natural and the world outside was far too quiet. These were just the first few hints that Yara was no longer in her apartment. Clues continued to fall in the forms of the faded Jonas Brothers poster to one of Bieber and even a half-hung One Direction graphic. This dim room could only be the bedroom she grew up in. The world outside was not the bustling city of Boise, it was rural Idaho, more specifically the farm belonging to her Aunt and Uncle.

None of that changed the fact that for Yara, it was still markedly too quiet.

It had been getting harder for Yara to sleep over the past few nights. Her dreams were haunted with visions of bat-like eldritch horrors and their horrible screeches. There was a longing within her that she wasn't sure how to sate, a calling to travel away from this quaint life. A calling to an adventure far from here.

Perhaps her need for adventure rose from the simple fact that no one was looking to hire here in Boise. Any job that wasn't helping her Aunt Renata work the potato fields would certainly feel like an adventure at this point. An exasperated sigh escaped from between her pouting lips blowing a few loose strands of her raven-coloured hair away from her face. Yara had already put in six years between her undergraduate and graduate degrees while still fully knowing she had yet another two years of clinical experience before she'd be a fully certified speech pathologist.

It honestly felt like her life was stuck at the starting line.

Slumping down on the porch swing, the young woman let the cool night air wash over her while she sipped a half-finished tea absently left beside her bed. Yara's mind pivoted away from both school and her lack of a career as a brown bat stretched its wings under the porch's awning. The sight of the flying rodent only sent her thoughts racing back to the series of nightmares that had been haunting her slumber.

Watching the curious creature, she couldn't help but feel as though the bat was seemingly staring back at her. Flapping its wings, it let out a little screech before dropping from its roost and disappearing into the night. Sinking further into the cushioned swing, Yara felt herself relax. It was only now that she realized she had been so stiffly watching the bat. Satisfied she wasn't about to face the monsters of from her nightmares, she took another sip of the lukewarm liquid. The flat taste caused her nose to crinkle in disgust, reminding her why it had been abandoned in the first place.

A terrible noise suddenly broke the silence. The horrible tasting drink suddenly seemed so far away. The sound of wings beating against the night air ended the stillness of the cool night as Yara spun around frantically looking to locate the sound. Above the horizon, in the light of the pale moon, appeared the silhouette of what appeared to be a horse. Its lone rider, slumped alongside the horse's mane, seemingly barely hanging on.

Losing altitude rapidly, the animal tried with no avail to land. Its feet flew up from underneath it, only to send both it and its rider tumbling through the nearly mature potato plants. Jumping down from the porch, Yara moved quickly through the rows upon rows of plants, making the split-second decision to check on the rider instead of the winged animal.

The rider, a blonde-haired woman, was adorned in armour. Very familiar armour. Almost anyone in America would have recognized Wonder Woman, but Yara especially was a fan. Kneeling down beside Cassandra, Yara cradled her head, checking the neck for injury.

"I've got you," Yara muttered towards the unconscious woman. Her eyes widened as she surveyed the wounds on both the superhero and her steed. Long claw marks raked them both, claw marks that were all too familiar to Yara. Without warning, Cassandra suddenly clamped a hand around Yara's arm nearly scaring the darker-haired woman out of her skin.

"I'm here to protect-" The blonde Amazon managed to spit out, struggling to stay conscious, "...y-you." She added before her eyes closed, her body going limp in Yara's arms. Looking back and forth again between the pegasus and the superhero in her Aunt's field, Yara suddenly found herself unusually short on words.

Suddenly her nightmares were feeling a lot more real.

- -First Issue: Behold, A Pale Horse	-	-	-	Next Issue: And Its Rider Was Dead?-	-	Latest Issue: Behold, A Pale Horse

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^{1 Translated from Ki'che'}

Wraith's Little Workshop of Horrors

Pulp Fiction Story with Archeologist Carter Hall, Ace Pilot Hal Jordan and grad student Yara Flor.

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This was such a good line. I love how you write Jag’s dialogue, as well. It’s so sharp to his personality, @Lord Wraith.

@Mole

Thank you, I'm always taken aback when people enjoy my dialogue as I'm super self-conscious about it and always worried it doesn't come across naturally.

Fashionably Late: A Crime Thriller Roleplay

Really enjoyed the last two posts. Anna is an interesting character for sure and I liked the play with a flashback from someone touching her and how that brought back memories of her traumatic experiences, it was done really well.

The Jag post hit really hard too. Just leaned right into that rock star trope and made a believable character right off the bat. I'm really interested to see how (if?) he develops over the roleplay.

@Stormyx

Jag is destined to be the second victim.

Might be a different killer.

Fashionably Late: A Crime Thriller Roleplay

You cheeky bastard...

Fashionably Late: A Crime Thriller Roleplay

They really don't.

Unless you're running for office.