Lord Wraith

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Someone tell me how I did with Cecil.

I have no barometer for him.

@Ruby

He felt very on par with the show's depiction for me.

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Been mulling over joining one of these games for a while so hope this is okay.

I think this should fit in with what @Ruby has set up with Batgirl but if not please do just shout as I'm happy to amend anything.

EDIT: Character sheet is good to go! If you need a sample post from me at all as I'm new to the games just let me know as I've got one ready to show if you need.

Good to go

C H A R A C T E R S H E E T F O R M A T:

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B A T M A N & R O B I N
B A T M A N & R O B I N

^{"By the spirits of my parents, I will avenge their deaths by spending the rest of my life warring on all criminals."}

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 _________________________________________________________ Bruce Thomas Wayne Jason Todd _________________________________________________________ Late 30s/Late teens | American S U P P O R T I N G C A S T S U P P O R T I N G C A S T _________________________________________________________ [+] A L L I E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Alfred Pennyworth ◼ Harvey Bullock ◼ Vicki Vale ◼ Chase Meridian A N T A G O N I S T S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Ragdoll ◼ The Flamingo ◼ Dr Phosphorous ◼ Clayface ◼ Many more to come! - 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 -

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 ___________________________________________________________________________________ In many ways this is your classic Bruce Wayne - his parents died and he began a crusade against crime, travelling the world to learn as many skills as possible to aid in his fight. He came back to Gotham and became Batman, aided by his trusted butler Alfred. Initially he fought against the mob families of Gotham, but over time these were joined by costumed villains such as the Joker and the Riddler. Equally Bruce as also joined by Dick Grayson as Robin, fighting by his side. The twist is that this story starts when the last of the original crime families is thrown behind bars. The Facones, Maronis and Thornes are all gone now. The usual street crime is still there but organised crime is seemingly coming to an end and that leaves Bruce is a bizarre position. This should be a beautiful moment for him, and it is in many ways, but what is his purpose now that his initial objective has been reached? Alongside that he's now joined by a new Boy Wonder - Dick has gone his own way (which I intend to keep vague so that if someone wants to use him then they have that flexibility). He's joined instead by Jason, who's only recently become Robin and is not quite the partner that Bruce is used to. Jason pushes against his rules more and is not earning the trust that he is desperately craving. With the crime families falling apart, something will fill it's place in Gotham and that is the supernatural and the superpowered. Bruce spent years of his life training to fight what he understood of crime, and could even adapt that to criminals like the Joker. But he's now going to come up against superpowered individuals like Dr Phosphorous or creatures like Clayface. This take on Batman and Robin, while very much based on the classic iteration, will lean more heavily into the more bizarre and wilder parts of the Batman canon and away from the classic mob bosses and criminals. It will be a slow transition, but it's all the next major test for Batman and Robin. P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) __________________________________________________________________________________ Obviously playing Batman is a very appealing prospect as he's such a renowned character with such a varied history and lore. The fact that this RP allows for it to not be Bruce in Year One made it very enticing for me, as I feel like there's a lot that could be explored with a Batman further down the line who has got over the initial trials of being a hero and now has to face new ones. Setting this in a situation where Bruce isn't used to superpowered criminals yet gave me an interesting hook of a man who thinks he knows everything but really doesn't. He's not only on the backfoot from being in the unknown with his villains, but his sense of purpose is also challenged with that as the question of when his crusade will end and how much can he actually handle is on his mind. Plus, he has a new partner who he is not clicking with. I've always been a big fan of the Batman and Robin duo and often prefer it to Batman by himself, and Jason as Robin is something that feels quite untapped and has the potential to go in a variety of directions. He has all the skill to be the perfect partner, but his approach is all wrong and he doesn't quite understand Batman's rules and where the line is for him. These personal dilemmas and putting them both in uncomfortable positions is what intrigued me about writing these two characters. The goal is to watch the two develop and see Batman become a hero who can take on these monsters beyond his imagination, while Jason has to work out if he can even be the hero that is expected of him. I plan to initially do individual cases, with the threats becoming more monstrous and supernatural as Gotham changes into a more weird and interesting place. I've got some thoughts on an overarching story of new powers taking control of the Gotham underworld, but it's a slow burner to sit alongside the individual stories, and I would like to be flexible in order to interact with others as much as possible.

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^{"Swear that you will fight against crime and corruption – and never swerve from the path of justice!"___}

@Cyberlad

24hrs on the clock, no competing applications.

There's officially a Batman in Gotham.

The game is afoot.

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Will likely be getting back to business as usual tomorrow after stumbling out of my turkey coma from Easter.

Hope everyone who celebrates was able to enjoy the holiday.

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if that's the only criteria I expect acceptance of my Sonic the Hedgehog sheet before I've even posted it

@Roman

Ha, now that's a character people will fight over.

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I don't think I've ever seen anyone besides Byrd apply for the Human Target.

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H U M A N T A R G E T

H U M A N T A R G E T

^{"I'm a fool to do your dirty work. Oh yeah."
-- Steely Dan}

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 _________________________________________________________ CHRISTOPHER CHANCE _________________________________________________________ AMERICAN | HUMAN TARGET _________________________________________________________ OPAL CITY 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 _________________________________________________________ [+] - King Faraday - Government Agent Onomatopeia - Assassin Brick - Crime Lord Calculator - Tax Evader 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 ________________________________________________________________________________________ Are you a paranoid mob boss certain someone is out to get you? Are you a scuzzy CEO who did the crime but doesn't want to do the time? Are you once beloved child author now has problematic takes you blame on "toxic wokeness?" Then I am the man for you. Hi, my name is Christoper Chase and I'm the Human Target. For a reasonable and fair fee I will impersonate you. I'll be the decoy in your complex revenge plans, I'll do the crime while you relax on beach in a country that doesn't have extradition, I'll go on cable news and either cool the flames, or double down on your stance while you're free to continue working on your side project of poorly paced and written mystery novels. Every day we go through life with targets on our back. Having sworn nemesisees is a mark of a successful individual. Heck, if you don't have enemies in life are you even living? Look, death comes for us all. But if you can stave off the inevitable for a little while longer, why wouldn't you? Let me put that target on my back. I'm Christopher Chase and I get shot, stabbed, poisoned, and defenestrated so you don't have to. P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) ________________________________________________________________________________________ Big Trouble In Little Mogadishu Chase finds himself hired by a local drug lord in a part of Brooklyn known as "Little Mogadishu" after the drug lord narrowly avoids assassination. Chase begins to drift down the rabbit hole of conspiracy as he discovers a vast network of public officials tied to the drug lord's empire. Pay the Piper A mob tax accountant hires Chase to get him to safety after a bounty is put on his head. Chase must get him safely to Canada ahead of both the mob assassins and the FBI. Click Click Boom! Chaes enters the employ of a low-level masked hero after Onomatopeia, a serial killer who targets capes, begins a new spree.

@Byrd Man

It's been 12 hours, no one is going to compete with Byrd for the Human Target, and the IC has been up for over two weeks.

Enjoy an early acceptance!

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Happy Mace to the Face Monday to those who celebrate.

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|| Present - Chicago, Illinois

Sheets and pillows were tossed askew across the large mattress. Sweat soaked into silk sheets, the woman atop the bed writhing as her hands alternated from caressing her own satin and lace-draped form to gripping the mattress tightly.

“...Katar…”

Sheets tore as her breath quickened, a moan escaping from betwixt her lips before her eyes shot awake, and the woman sat up, eyes darting around the room before adjusting her slip to cover herself again properly.

A light suddenly illuminated from the lamp in the corner of the room, eliciting a gasp from the woman who frantically scrambled for a sheet to drape over herself before realizing the man in the chair was her fiancé.

“I hope I didn’t wake you, Kendra.”

“Kristoff!” The woman exclaimed, her chest heavily heaving up and down, sweat glistening upon her ample bosom. Her eyes darted from Kristoff's seat in the corner chair back to the bed that was nearly stripped, to the pillows, blankets and sheets strewn about the floor surrounding the bed.

If she herself didn’t know better, it would look as though she had taken a lover in the middle of the night.

“You startled me,” Kendra continued, raising a shaky arm to wipe a few beads of sweat from her brow as she sought to catch her breath. Her heart was beating so fast it felt as though it was threatening to break free of her chest. An uncomfortable warmth burned at the back of her ears and the nape of her neck.

A shiver ran down her spine as she tried to remember her dream. Coarse hands, a musky smell of a man’s sweat. Her feet dangling in the air, all while called in the throes of passion, passion she had never felt with her fiancé.

“I didn’t want to interrupt.” Kristoff replied flatly, “You were having quite the dream, I felt I would be intruding to come to bed now.” His words were playful, but Kendra could tell by his tone that Kristoff was bothered.

Ever since they had returned from Brazil, Kristoff had been on edge. Every little thing set him off; his level of irritability was unlike anything that Kendra had ever seen in the three years they had been together.

“You should have woken me,” Kendra attempted to flirt back, trying to compose herself, “I would have much rather had you than a dream.”

“I won’t be second to anyone,” Kristoff answered, standing from his chair. “Not to any dream man, nor any archaeologist-”

“You requested that Carter Hall come to Brazil, he kissed m-”

“Don’t give me that crap!” Kristoff roared, “I saw the way you looked at him, Kendra. I saw the way you kissed him back. I heard you just now. Have I not suffered enough embarrassment?”

“What are you expecting me to do here, Kristoff? If you want the ring back, just damn well say so! I’m not looking to end this relationship.”

“Can you imagine the headlines?” The man scoffed, “No, this marriage is happening, no matter how unhappy you’ll be.” He suddenly winced as Kendra pulled her engagement ring from her finger and hurled it across the room. The setting cut Kristoff’s cheek before he held a hand to his face, pulling it back to look at the blood on his fingertips.

“I am not a damn trophy wife!” Kendra hissed while Kristoff bent down and picked up the fallen ring. “The headlines? The fuckin’ headlines? Your relationship is falling apart, and you’re worried about your image?”

She stood up from the bed, grabbing a nearby robe and angrily wrapping it around herself.

“I can’t believe I ever thought-”

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence,” Kristoff’s tone was venomous. “I have given you everything, and you’re the one who’s happy to throw it all away.”

“Happy?” Kendra snapped, “Do I look happy?” She let out a frustrated shriek.

“But we were,” Krisfoff growled, “Before you and that lecherous-”

“Carter Hall is not the problem,” The woman interjected, “You invited him, you pushed us to spend time together, and he got mixed signals. Ever since, you’ve treated me like I was unfaithful-”

“YOU KISSED HIM!”

“HE. KISSED. ME!” Kendra yelled back.

“You’ve always loved him, you can’t stay away from him, can you?” Kristoff practically spat the accusation towards Kendra, spittle flying from his mouth.

“You sound like a crazy person. What is this sudden obsession with Carter Hall?”

“I can’t even look at you anymore.” Kristoff replied, turning his back towards Kendra, “I’m going to the house in the Hamptons. I need some space.”

“We have a wedding to pl-”

“I’m keeping this,” Kristoff spoke over Kendra, holding her engagement ring. “I’ll return it when I do. Provided you’re still here.”

“Kris-” Kendra softened her tone, “I’m not going any-”

“I’ve heard enough lies from you for tonight.” He interjected again, “Goodbye, my dear, I’ll see you when I return.”

Kendra quickly found herself alone in a room that had previously been both hers and Kristoff’s, but in that moment, she found it feeling very foreign and not at all like home. Collapsing on the edge of the bed, she found herself lapsing into old habits, digging her finely manicured nails into the underside of her forearm before stopping as her thumb traced a scar along the bottom of her wrist.

She fell to her side, viciously fighting back the tears welling up in her eyes. She had never felt so manipulated in her entire relationship with Kristoff. Had she truly done something so terrible that he couldn’t love her anymore?

Why did all of this keep coming back to Carter Hall?

“A gift, for when you’re ready.”

Kendra’s eyes opened again as she reached under the bed and pulled out a small box. Carter had given it to her before they departed from Brazil. She had opened it then, but then cast it aside, given everything that had happened following Carter’s kiss.

It was inappropriate to even entertain, but Kendra had never been kissed like that before in her life. The passion she had felt behind the kiss, even as repulsed as she was. Carter was able to convey a love that Kristoff never had in any of their intimate moments. The gift in the box could only have been a further token of those affections. Which made it completely unacceptable.

Still, she hadn’t brought herself to throw it out.

“And instead, you hid it.” She muttered to herself, once again opening the wooden box, only to be greeted by a gold cuff inside.

“Bit ostentatious for my taste,” Kendra commented, sniffling slightly before picking the cuff up and sliding her wrist into it. The metal vibrated on her skin; it felt alive before suddenly it tightened, creating a perfect fit.

“Huh,” She let out the sound of mild shock while examining her arm. “It looks like, what did Carter call it, Nth Metal-”

Her question was cut off as Kendra suddenly screamed. The cuff began to rapidly vibrate before exploding along her arm, digging into her skin and crawling inside of her. Leaping up from the bed, Kendra clawed at her own arm, frantically trying to get the metal out of her before she tripped over the daybed and plummeted through the glass balcony window.

She screamed once more before plummeting over the railing and falling towards the streets below.

|| Present - New Orleans, Louisiana

In another life, Nabu had been Khufu’s chief advisor, Carter’s chief advisor. A powerful magician, it was Nabu who had harnessed the power of the Nth Metal, a substance foreign to Earth, native only to Katar Hol’s homeworld of Thanagar, to create the weapon known as the Claw of Horus.

Capable of drawing power from a planet’s core, the Claw allowed Carter to pack his punches with the full force of Earth’s magnetic field. Essentially, punching with the mass of the planet behind each blow. At the very least, it would help Carter in the fight against god to ensure he wasn’t punching nearly as far above his own belt.

Nabu himself, unfortunately, had physically passed away several millennia ago, but he lived on as a cosmic entity, one of the four Lords of Order. The Claw of Horus was hardly Nabu’s only invention, and indeed, it was far from his most powerful, as he had created a helm which allowed him to use the wearer as an avatar.

The Helmet of Fate.

“So, this helmet will tell us where the Claw is?” Ray asked from his perch on Hawkman’s bandolier. The miniature man never got tired of watching the cities and countryside fly by while he rode as a passenger on his friend.

“No,” Carter replied, “There should be someone at the Strange Academy who can use it. If they can use it, they can ask Nabu. Nabu then points us where we need to go.”

“Usually, your plans involve more punching.”

“That’s plan B.” Carter retorted, a small smirk appearing on his face beneath the winged, beaked helmet.

“Another joke from Hawkman, you’re getting soft.”

The trip from St. Roch to New Orleans was a quick venture. Situated almost due north of St. Roch, it barely merited flying, but in times of war, the scenic route was hardly favourable. Ray, despite being a mystic skeptic, had insisted on tagging along to the Strange Academy.

“What makes you think they’ll even let you talk to Nabu?” Ray asked as Carter banked East over New Orleans.

“It’s an honour to talk to Nabu, they’ll be happy to oblige,” Carter replied, landing on his feet before Ray jumped from his chest and returned to normal size. Cracking his neck, Carter felt the Nth Metal reabsorb into his body as his wings and armour retracted. A small grimace washed over his face as the uncomfortable sensation of liquid metal pushing through the pores of his skin overwhelmed his senses before it was quickly over.

Looking up at the school, Carter paused before proceeding. His eyes lingered on the door as he stood frozen.

It was never this easy.

“Well,” Ray smiled before taking a step forward, “When all else fails, I guess we knock.”

Carter nodded, raising a heavy fist before the mountain of a man dropped it against the hardwood door with a solid thump.

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|| Present - Chicago, Illinois

A cold wind ripped through the towering skyscrapers as goosebumps rose on the unconscious woman’s skin, stirring her awake before the slip-clad woman realized she didn’t feel cold.

Kendra looked down towards the streets hundreds of feet below the cathedral spire she currently sat in, perched underneath a bell that hadn’t tolled in many moons. The last thing she remembered was falling from the balcony of her penthouse.

She stood, bare feet hesitantly stepping forward before giving her wings a quick flap.

Wings?

Kendra’s eyes widened in horror before she realized her back was adorned with a massive pair of wings. They reflected a golden sheen even in the pale moonlight shining down from above the windy city.

“Am I dead?” She asked herself, spinning around, trying to get a better look at the extra appendages on her back. As she moved in a circle, Kendra took in her surroundings, seeing water beyond the city, three bridges connecting it back to the mainland.

“This isn’t Chicago,” Kendra suddenly realized as she looked at the unfamiliar skyscrapers, until a familiar ‘W’ logo in the distance caught her attention. She should have known the stench of New Jersey the moment she woke up.

“Gotham.” She cursed under her breath.

|| Present - Chicago, IllinoisGotham City, New Jersey

“This is Gotham.” Kendra continued with a gasp of realization.

“How the hell did I end up in Gotham?”

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I'm Batman

Made you look.

@Melissa

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This certainly looks interesting! A shame we have to use pre-existing characters, because otherwise the concept of this is absolutely fascinating!

@Lord Frostecs

Thank you.

That said, there's a lot of flexibility in playing a canon character that can make them feel original.