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Reluctantly retired roleplayer.

Except when I'm not.

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I'm still not sure I understand what JoJo's Bizarre Adventure is, but I do know and trust Doc, so I'm looking forward to seeing there this goes.

Accepted!



This one grabbed my attention immediately and I am looking forward to seeing it in action. Especially with the new season of Born Again less than a week away

Accepted!
I've added the 'Justice Society' to the Notable Information section of the OP per their reference in my post.

If you reference something and want to define it for everyone in your own posts, don't hesitate to let me know and I'll include it in the OP.
The IC is officially live, but still plenty of character opportunities available.

INTERESTED? HEAD ON OVER TO THE OOC!
And with that, the IC is officially open.
Every story has a beginning.

Ours begins in stillness and silence._______________________________

_______________________________Unknowable stillness and silence.

The human mind can not comprehend the absence in which the world began. An endless dark sky above bottomless waters—the great Void, completely devoid of light or life. But from beyond this Void, Ōmeteōtl, the Two-God, looked down from their lofty perch in Omeyocan and gave birth to four sons.

A father filled with pride, the Lord of Duality looked upon his offspring and named them, East, North, South and West. Each was given dominion and power to shape the Void and give it life.

The eldest, East, also known as Xipe Totec, bore the title of Flayed Lord. Xipe Totec would grow to govern the fields, signalling new beginnings within the void. Ordained in glistening jewelry, Xipe Totec would become the Red god of agriculture, rebirth and goldsmiths.

The next born, North, took the name Tezcatlipoca, the Smoking Mirror, the Black god of the night sky, knower of all thoughts, the ever-present jaguar god and the mighty omnipotent hunter. It was Tezcatlipoca whose name would live on and govern over his brothers, uniting them as the Four Tezcatlipoca.

For himself, South, the second youngest, chose the name Quetzalcoatl, the Feathered Serpent and the White god of the Winds. Quetzalcoatl harnessed the flow of time and knowledge, bringing about books and calendars. When the time came, Quetzalcoatl brought maize to man and filled their bellies.

The youngest of the Four Tezcatlipoca was West, the god of warfare and the fearsome Huītzilōpōchtli. The stinging hummingbird of the left, Huītzilōpōchtli, was Ōmeteōtl’s greatest protector and the sole defender against the Infinite Night, a terrible fate to be yet wrought by the bat god, Camazotz.

When the sons of Ōmeteōtl reached maturity at six hundred years of age, they brought forth the first sun, signalling what would be the beginning of the first cycle. Life was breathed into the void, but life required sacrifice. And so, Tezcatlipoca sacrificed himself to the fires of the sun, and the first cycle of man officially began.

But this cycle was doomed to fail. Though the world was thriving, Quetzalcoatl’s own heirs began to meddle, and Tepeu and Kukulkan, along with Huracán, created animals. They were created first but could only squawk, howl, or roar, failing to speak or worship the gods. In frustration, the animals began to rebel, and eventually, jaguars, with their powerful jaws, consumed the whole world and all upon it.

After meddling with the First Cycle, Quetzcoatl, the third-born, was sacrificed to the fire to begin the Second Cycle. This time, the Earth was populated by a people made of wood. These people walked to every end of the Earth and multiplied, but they were heartless, soulless, and emotionless, lacking memory of their creators. They gave no reverence or respect to the gods. Despite another failure, Tezcatlipoca grew jealous of Quetzcoatl’s world and wanted to be the reigning Sun. In his fit of envy, Tezcatlipoca turned himself into a Tiger and threw Quetzcoatl from his throne. In response, the winds brought forth terrible storms and the world was engulfed by hurricanes and floods.

The Third Cycle was not wrought by one of the four sons, but by the ruling deities of rain and storm, Tlaloc and Chaac. From the waters rose people made of mud, but these were soft, limp, and could not think or speak, so they too were destroyed. But this world too came to an end when Quetzcoatl rained fire and ash upon Tlaloc’s creation.

At the end of the fourth sun, the gods gathered at Teotihuacan to decide who had to sacrifice themselves for the new cycle to begin. While the gods deliberated the next cycle, Huehuetéotl, the elderly fire god, started an immensely large, sacrificial bonfire. Its flames reached the heavens as the gods continued to deliberate and debate amongst themselves, but none of the most important gods wanted to jump into the flames.

Suddenly, one stepped forward. The rich and proud god Tecuciztecatl, the Lord of the Snails, moved towards the fire, but not before he suddenly hesitated, and during that hesitation, the hero twins, Hunahpu and Xbalanque, linked hands and together leaped into the roaring flames.

Tecuciztecatl moved to stop the twins, realizing all too late that two suns would overwhelm the world, so they threw a rabbit at Xbalanque, and he became the moon. The two celestial bodies were set in motion by Ehecatl, the god of the wind, who fiercely and violently blew the sun into motion.

The Fifth Sun continues to this very day and is ruled by Tonatiuh, the sun god. This fifth sun is characterized by the day sign Ollin, which means movement. The death of this cycle is heavily guarded by Huītzilōpōchtli, who defends the world from the Eternal Night. It is said that this world will come to an end through earthquakes, darkness and all the people will be eaten by sky monsters.

Those who worship Tontiuh are considered to be the People of the Sun, and therefore, their sacred duty is to nourish the Sun god through blood offerings and sacrifices. Failure to do this would cause the end of their world and the disappearance of the sun from the sky.

Were Huītzilōpōchtli ever slain, it would leave the world vulnerable to the Endless Night. His end would herald the way forward for Camazotz as the world is plunged into darkness.

"Yako ajaw Camazotz!"

"Yako ajaw Camazotz!"

"Yako ajaw Camazotz!"

|| Present - St. Roch, Louisiana

The busy diner was bustling with conversation as people came and went about their morning. The welcoming aroma of coffee was laden with the sizzling smells of frying bacon, sausages, eggs and pancakes. Outside, the small diner’s patio lay the rest of the St. Roch Food Hall, the center of the St. Roch market. The market was a sprawling collection of vendors, ranging from a farmer’s market to numerous food and beverage establishments to artisanal goods and services.

It was an essential visit for anyone making their first trip to St. Roch.

At least, that’s what Pratt had been told. Smiling to himself, he sipped on his coffee before looking down at his watch. Tapping the antique face, he watched the second hand continue to tick by while admiring the empty booth in front of him. The din of constant conversations was enough to keep Pratt out of his own head, but they didn’t distract from the droning television in the corner.

Tensions continue to escalate in the Middle East as Kahndaq and Bialya approach the final stages of negotiations to unite their nations. The union between the sovereign Kahndaq ruler and the Queen of Bialya has left leaders of the neighbouring countries, Qurac and Umec, on edge, with both nations ramping up military preparations amid fears of hostilities from Kahndaq’s ongoing expansion.

In local news, crime in St. Roch is at an all-time low, thanks to the efforts of the admittedly controversial Hawkman. A local ‘powered individual,’ Hawkman has sparked significant debate, with some calling for his arrest and others praising him as a hero or guardian angel. Known for his use of extreme force and antiquated weaponry, many residents of St. Roch wonder why this vigilante has yet to be detained.

We now go live to an interview with Commissioner George Emmett—

“Heh,” Pratt stifled a small chuckle, smiling behind his mug as he took another sip of the bitter, hot liquid.

Hawkman was not a name that Pratt had heard in what felt like a lifetime. Before Palmer, Pratt had been the first Atom, serving alongside Hawkman in the Justice Society. Back in a day and age when people were a lot less cynical about men and women running around in colourful capes and tights.

Carter Hall, or Katar, had been a hell of a warrior. But for every bit the warrior Carter had been, Shiera was that and a looker. Pratt gave his head a shake, suddenly realizing he had been holding his breath, still remembering the first moment he saw Shiera remove her helmet.

The red hair that spilled down over her angelic shoulders was more than just a taste of her beauty and enough to set fire to the hearts of men everywhere.

It made sense why Carter always fought for her.

The ding of the door’s bell caught the elderly man’s attention, raising his aging eyes as Pratt looked towards a younger, dark-haired man.

“Ah, Raymond!” Pratt called, motioning towards the man at the door. “‘Bout time you learned to read a watch.”

“Apologies, apologies,” Ray replied, “Ryan and I are scrambling to get the ‘Atom Project’ off the ground, but now we have Pym’s legal team coming after us.” He paused, letting out a sigh, “Thanks for meeting me, I know Carter’s been–”

The ding of the bell suddenly echoed through the diner, cutting off Ray mid-sentence as the door was forcibly kicked open. Standing in the doorway was a man robed in a black jumpsuit, a crown-like emblem upon his chest, while either hand gripped a gun connected to hoses that ran to a container of sorts attached to his back.

“I heard you folks wanted to spice up your life. Well, here I am.” The man cackled, “Your favourite flavourful foe, the Condiment King!”

“This is what passes as a villain for you kids?” Pratt asked as Ray shook his head with a smile.

“Poor sucker doesn’t realize this ain’t Gotham.” Ray chuckled.

“You boys havin’ a giggle, are you? I hope you relish the moment you made the Condiment King bring out the hot sauce.”

“Is he serious?” Pratt asked Ray, “Are you serious?” Pratt stood up, addressing the Condiment King, “You haven’t even made a demand? Do you want my wallet? I feel like I should buy you a real gun.”

“I uh-” The Condiment King stuttered, “I-, I demand you sit down and uh, no wait, I mustard insist.”

“Oh, for Pete’s sake.” Pratt began rolling up his sleeve, “I’ll put his lights out myself.”

“C’mon, Al, just wait a minute-”

“Yeah, listen to your friend, old man. I’d hate to put you in a pickle!”

“A pickle isn’t a condiment, it’s a damn garnish.”

“No,” Palmer interjected, “I actually think I’m with Sir Sauce on this one.”

“It’s the Condiment King!” The costumed man roared, “That’s it, I’d had enough—”

He was cut off midsentence as a rope dart smashed through the glass door, wrapping around his throat before the Condiment King was dragged through the broken glass. Stifled screams of agony erupted from his mouth amidst the clatter of his weapons hitting the ground.

Clawing at the weapon around his neck, the Condiment King tried to free himself before suddenly his feet left the ground, and he found himself staring directly into the silhouette of a winged man.

“Aren’t you a stain on society?” Growled the bare-chested warrior as he held the Condiment King aloft.

“Did he just?” Pratt asked as Palmer was equally dumbfounded.

“Yup,” Ray nodded,
“Hawkman cracked a joke."
THE MIGHTY THOR
THE MIGHTY THOR

"... I am the god of Thunder, lord of the savage Lightning, the very skies must tremble when speaks The Mighty Thor!"
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For my concept, I have been heavily inspired by My Adventures with Superman. A anime-inspired monster of the week story blending all of the respective character's lore into an easy to follow, fun, and heartwarming tale. This is something that I believe can work extensively well for Thor. By leveraging his vast history, I can create stories that can work in solitary plots while also following an overarching plot. Thor is one of the coolest characters in fiction with some truly awe inspiring stories like the God Butcher story or Worthy Thor. I intend for my Thor to work alongside any character in the RP, building upon his own experiences and creating interesting stories for those involved and reading.

The Mighty Thor strikes.

Thor, in my version, is the second and younger rendition of the Norse God of Thunder, having lived his life upon Midgard. A child of Odin and the earth goddess Gaea, he was conceived as the ultimate weapon of the gods to face Sutr and end his reign of terror upon the realms. For over a thousand years, Asgard has been trapped on Earth, a floating island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, watched over by Odin and Heimdall. Sutr enacted Ragnarök before fate designed, causing reality to go out of whack, and forcing Freya to act. By giving her own life force, she was able to save Asgard, but in turn tearing Yggdrasil apart and fracturing the Twilight Sword. Freya's protection spell sent the Asgardians all over the realm, hiding them to keep Sutr and his forces from finding them. Thor has been trained by Odin personally to one day find the other Asgardians, obtain the pieces of the Twilight Sword, and send Sutr to oblivion.

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I want to play Thor because he's cool. I like Thor and Norse Mythology as a whole. I want to do something different with the god of thunder that fits in my wheelhouse. Blending the world of comics and anime for Thor, I think can present Thor in a way that appeals to a wide variety of people. My goal is to explore Thor's connections, his growth into the King of Asgard, and what it means to be the God of Thunder. As you can see from my allies and villains, pretty much all from specifically Thor's stories, I will have a wealth of bonds and rivalries to pull from to craft my stories.

Though I also present Thor as a roaming hero, able to move between plot lines and building connections with other characters. I very much see Thor as not only a worldly hero but, a cosmic hero. I would absolutely love to explore the universe at large, and how Thor fits into it. I am able to keep Thor open for any possible plots while also tell a concise story about Asgard's fall and rebirth as the greatest kingdom in the nine realms.
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"Lightning does not strike twice but Thor shall."___


This post.

I like it.

Another acceptance!
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Clark Joseph Kent / Kal-El
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I don't intend to reinvent the wheel, but I'm harkening back to his early appearances in the comics by having him be generally mysterious as opposed to being everyone's friend who's already earned the public's trust. He's been saving people since he was a teenager, more or less doing the Superboy thing, but has only started wearing the suit and going by the other moniker for a year. Otherwise, people have only really known him as a powerful gust of wind, a streak of red and blue, or the rare eyewitness account - like any cryptid or alien sighting, but on an active scale.

The big change I want to make is to move the action away from Metropolis. Lois is actively covering LexCorp's misdeeds, and Lex has taken the company worldwide. So she and Clark are on assignment out of the country, far too busy to focus on one city. By expanding the scope of the adventures, I want to make whenever they do appear in Metropolis be that much more meaningful. Clark hasn't even actually set roots there, he's still staying on the farm back at home on the rare occasion he isn't saving the world or doing his job as a reporter.

Another change I want to make is that, apart from Ma and Pa, Superman has nobody in his corner right now. Lois has been burned too many times by powerful people claiming to be benevolent, so she's a skeptic. Jimmy is nobody's pal at first, acting as a rival of Lois and Clark while freelancing through Flamebird, an indie news outlet. And Lex is Lex - the sooner this interloper is burned to ash, the better.

Clark Kent, glasses edition, is the side of him that'll develop interpersonal relationships. He's still a little new to the Planet, tagging along with Lois as she travels across the world on a tear to unseat Luthor from power. Clark is the one who really develops as the core of who Superman is.

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It's always fun to revisit Superman every couple of years and I feel like this time, I have a take that is more interaction friendly. Since I want to stress Clark not being focused on saving Metropolis more than the world itself, he can appear anywhere at basically any time and lend a hand. And it feeds into the ongoing narrative to have him do that, since if he appeared strictly in the places Lois and Clark are stationed, he'd arouse suspicion. My hope is that I can develop him and his supporting cast to a point that I can tell interesting stories with everyone, not just Superman, and start to go places that the comics either haven't or have barely tackled.

As for the narrative, LexCorp is up to no good and powerful enemies are born as a result of that no-gooded-ness. But there may be others that look to try and oppose LexCorp with a more destructive approach, forcing Superman to have to step in and stop the world's most powerful man... and sometimes protect him.
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"Truth. Justice. All that stuff."___


Fuck it, we ball.



Both Superman and the Question have had 24hrs on the clock and with no competition are accepted.


Am I late?


A wizard is never late. Nor is she early.

She arrives exactly when she intends to.
I'm definitely hoping to be a bit more collaborative than normal this time around. I want to worry less about making sure everything is linear and more about taking advantage of collabs as they pop up. So even if I'm working through a story solo, I'll likely still try to make it possible to have Carter part of the larger world and other stories where opportunities arise. Once arcs are resolved, I'll worry more about the chronology of events.


Unto us, a Slayer is accepted.

Because, duh.
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