"Right." Bates agreed and made his way out of the security room. He entered the ramp and kept on following the signs pointing in the direction of the field hospital. There were a few more dead police officers with bullet wounds similar to those in the security room. Then, he made his way to the entrance and read the sign above the door:
Field Hospital Critical Treatment
Bates had to take a moment to mentally prepare himself for what he was about to see. It wasn't going to be pretty, but it was definitely going to be worst. He turned to his partner and advised, "No matter what we see, we keep moving. Even if there are people... still here. There's nothing we can't do for them for now."
"...Let's go." Bates moved forward and entered the arena, which was filled with rows of hospital beds. There were only a few mobile rooms built due to the size. And of course, there were still patients too injured and left for dead. He looked away for the bodies and kept on moving. It seemed like an eternity, but he made through the hospital. And a working elevator was waiting for them. Bates entered it and waited for his partner before pressing the button. Once the door closed and it started moving, Bates closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"What a fucking mess. I thought things were bad, but this... this is something else entirely—rogue police officers, a declining safe haven, and a makeshift hospital that's now just an abandoned morgue. Either command didn't know the full extent of the situation or... we were lied to and sent on this suicide mission."
Everyone looked at the woman with the mask and kept their distance except for Miguel. He approached her and took the bag of fruit snacks. While the others stared confusingly, he did his best to avoid them and quietly ate the snack. She pulled out another bag and offered it to the group again. But, Lonnie wasn't in the mood and finally gained enough strength to stand up. He went over and knocked the bag out of her hand.
"I don't want anything other than answers!"
"I understand." The woman picked up the box and dropped it beside her. Then, she grabbed her mask and took it off, revealing herself to them. "My name is Drew Fisher. I was the one that brought you all to Angel's Hand and used Q-Juice."
"Q-Juice?"
"The nickname that STAR Labs came up with while studying the gas. I'm not going to bore you with the science. The primary purpose was to give the person affected metahuman abilities or activate them, depending if they have the metagene. And it seems to have work on one of you." Drew made her way towards Holly and frowned. "I am sorry for this. I know what you are going to. Is there anything you need?"
"There's actually one thing you can do: help me up." Holly looked up at Drew, exhausted and weak.
"Alright, then." Drew smiled and extended her hand out. Holly grabbed her arm rather violently and pulled towards her. Her world once again collapsed into oblivion, but something was different. The images were clear and somehow made sense. And then, Drew's voice appeared to explain everything.
"Growing up, my family never talked about Uncle Mitchell. I didn't even know about him until I was fourteen. They told me that I wasn't allowed to speak to my uncle because he wasn't family anymore. But, I did anyway. He was so excited to spend time with me when he wasn't busy with "work." I knew that it was hard on him. Then, he just snapped one day."
"I wasn't there, but I think the stress of work finally broke him. I was waiting to surprise him when my parents came instead. Suicide by cop, they said. Mitchell was attacking customers with condiments when the police arrived and..." The image of an older man lying in a pool of blood appeared while Drew took a moment to sigh. "Well, I wasn't surprised to learn that one of the officer's body camera contradicted the official story. Instead of receiving proper help, my uncle was murdered, and his murders got away. So, I leaked the footage for everyone to see."
Another image appeared of Drew leaving her childhood home. "But nothing happened. An investigation found the officers innocent, and people eventually forgot. I had lost hope until Channel M found me, and I knew what needed to be done. I may have never got justice, but I will make sure others will with my skills."
Both Holly and Drew reawoke to the real world, completely shaken by what they experienced. Drew wasn't, for some reason, angry nor troubled by whatever mindfuckery it was. Instead, she turned to Holly with an emotionless stare, "Now, do you understand?"
"Yeah, I do." Holly answered sincerely. If anything, she related to Drew's struggle with her own ever since police officers killed her father. It didn't mean she forgave Drew for giving her whatever power she had. But Holly felt sympathy for her. "But, it still doesn't explain why you dragged us into your situation."
Drew remained silent for a moment and went to speak, but someone else came running towards her. They also had a mask on, similar to the one Drew was wearing earlier and appeared to be whispering something. Her eyes widen before whispering something back. Then, she looked back at the group and sighed. "Listen, I know that you shouldn't trust me, but I need help. The authorities took one of my friends away and-."
"If you are asking me to do something incredibly illegal, then you have to find someone else." Roshanna interrupted as Miguel looked down to the ground while finishing the fruit snacks. "I am not harming police officers."
"They aren't like your average police officers. They are rooted in corruption that goes all the way to the commissioner. I am afraid that they will kill my friend if you guys don't save her."
"Then, why not ask one of the masked individuals to do it instead?" Lonnie asked.
"Because her, my friend, and I are the only ones left." Drew responded and then sighed. "Listen, I don't have time to explain. Just help my friend out, and then you are free to leave. Please."
Everyone remained silent and tried to look away from Drew expect for Holly. She approached her and said, "Alright, where is she?"
"Wait, you aren't serious?" Lonnie raised one of his eyebrows.
"I am."
Lonnie tried to stay still but then groaned audibly and went to stand next to Holly. "I can't let you get killed, especially if there are dirty cops involved."
Miguel knew that he had to go with them as soon as Lonnie joined. He awkwardly made his way towards them and then looked at Drew. "You can also count on me."
Now, everyone was looking at Roshanna, who remained opposed. She was feeling the pressure. "Even if we get to your friend, how do we fight them? Besides Holly, we don't have powers."
"Yet." Drew quickly corrected Roshanna. "Your powers will eventually come... or they won't. The odds are fifty-fifty, but regardless you all will need masks to protect your identifies."
Roshanna was still thinking of her next move while everyone else agreed to help. She had never harmed a person before. But if she got powers and wasn't able to help... So, she decided to go with them and then see what happens afterward. And with that, everyone was following Drew while she was digging around for some masks. She was feeling somewhat hopeful for the first time in a while.
To say that Xōchipilli was concerned about The Conclave was an understatement. He really was worried about it since he avoided thinking about the lost Colossus. It was also an inconvenience for Luka Vélez, who was supposed to be planning out for another busy weekend at Topan. Hell, he had to lie to his workers about going to a sudden appointment. Thankfully, they didn't suspect anything, and he made his way to the university. It was, for some reason, the place that The Morrigan picked out to hold the Conclave. Although he did wonder how she managed to get a conference room for a dozen people.
Xōchipilli made his way to the conference room and saw The Morrigan looking around. He waved and smiled at her, "Hey, there. It's been a while since we last saw each other, Morrigan."
He examined the room and chuckled. "I would ask how Professor Byrne managed to secure this room, but I doubt she's available at this moment. Right?"
"Well, I understand since The Conclave is about to start and we have to be ourselves during it. I will just sit here and wait until the others eventually get here." Xōchipilli took a seat on the uncomfortable plastic chairs and pulled out his phone to keep himself busy. He thought of checking on his siblings but knew for a fact that they were coming—sooner or later—and settled on playing a cheap mobile game instead.
To say that Xōchipilli was concerned about The Conclave was an understatement. He really was worried about it since he avoided thinking about the lost Colossus. It was also an inconvenience for Luka Vélez, who was supposed to be planning out for another busy weekend at Topan. Hell, he had to lie to his workers about going to a sudden appointment. Thankfully, they didn't suspect anything, and he made his way to the university. It was, for some reason, the place that The Morrigan picked out to hold the Conclave. Although he did wonder how she managed to get a conference room for a dozen people.
Xōchipilli made his way to the conference room and saw The Morrigan looking around. He waved and smiled at her, "Hey, there. It's been a while since we last saw each other, Morrigan."
He examined the room and chuckled. "I would ask how Professor Byrne managed to secure this room, but I doubt she's available at this moment. Right?"
"Well, I understand since The Conclave is about to start and we have to be ourselves during it. I will just sit here and wait until the others eventually get here." Xōchipilli took a seat on the uncomfortable plastic chairs and pulled out his phone to keep himself busy. He thought of checking on his siblings but knew for a fact that they were coming—sooner or later.
Andy Rutledge had planned out his future after high school with his friends. He wanted to be the first in his family to graduate from college. Then, get a dream job working as an engineer and move to Los Angeles. And finally, start a family and his own business. It may have been far fetched, but he was determined to achieving his dream. Unfortunately, his life was taken in a terrible car accident. He died in 2003 at the age of nineteen on the I-15, and his body was buried at McCaa Memorial Cemetery. His family and friends mourned for Andy and then moved on forward with their lives.
Seventeen years later, Andy Rutledge found himself at Cajon Junction—confused and wondering where his precious car went.
𝖯𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾
This story will follow the friends and family of Andy Rutledge, a young man that was tragically killed. Seventeen years passed, and he returned to life with no memory of the accident. His return should be scientifically impossible, but it happened without explanation. Now it's up to his family and friends to find out how Andy came back from the dead as their world is forever changed—for better or worse.
It will be an overarching story that focuses on Andy as his family and friends solve the greatest mystery in history. Of course, it will also focus on answering the ultimate question: What if someone you lost returned? As for the size, I don't want to have more than five/eight players. I just don't feel comfort GMing more than that. Of course, if you have any questions, ask away!
Andy Rutledge had planned out his future after high school with his friends. He wanted to be the first in his family to graduate from college. Then, get a dream job working as an engineer and move to Los Angeles. And finally, start a family and his own business. It may have been far fetched, but he was determined to achieving his dream. Unfortunately, his life was taken in a terrible car accident. He died in 2003 at the age of nineteen on the I-15, and his body was buried at McCaa Memorial Cemetery. His family and friends mourned for Andy and then moved on forward with their lives.
Seventeen years later, Andy Rutledge found himself at Cajon Junction—confused and wondering where his precious car went.
PREMISE
This story will follow the friends and family of Andy Rutledge, a young man that was tragically killed. Seventeen years passed and he returned to life with no memory of the accident. His return should be scientifically impossible, but it happened without explanation. Now it's up to his family and friends to find out how Andy came back from the dead as their world is forever changed—for better or worse.
It will be an overarching story that focuses on Andy as his family and friends solve the greatest mystery in history. Of course, it will also focus on them answering the ultimate question: What if someone you lost returned? As for the size, I don't want to have more than six/eight players. I just don't feel comfort GMing more than that. Of course, if you have any questions, ask away!
"If you continue down this path.. you will be no better than the Mongols. I trained you to fight with honor." "Honor died on the beach. The Khan deserves to suffer."
T R E M O R ♦ V I R T U E ♦ A N A R K Y ♦ B U N K E R
C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T
"We are the forgotten."
The American Dream. The idea that anyone can achieve success through hard work and determination in the United States of America. No barriers. No restraints. However, somewhere along the way, it died and became a trap to lure the desperate. While they may still obtain their freedom, they are forever stuck in the bottom while those in the top remain untouched. In recent years, there had been movements and groups that tried to challenge the system and demand meaningful change. But like everything that tends to happen, they were either crushed or forgotten by the majority of the population.
That was until now.
Non-stop protests across racism, police brutality, and other problems plaguing America. While people are protesting for change, four individuals know what's going to happen next. There would be no meaningful change from the government unless they did something about it. They decide to stand their ground and force change as the American Dream is slowly decaying. They have been affected by both the dream and the system. Those working in government have forgotten them. Those in their ivory towers have forgotten them. They are Misfits.
Tremor: Being a second-generation Indian American, Roshanna Chatterji spent her life trying to achieve the dream. That was until a drunk driver forever changed her life. Her mother died on the scene while her father lost feeling on his legs. The driver turned out to be the offspring of a well-known businesswoman, who was able to sweep the incident under the table while the Chatterjis had to deal with the medical bills. Her father became addicted and overdosed on painkillers. Roshanna left shortly after the funeral.
Virtue: Holly Ann Fields witnessed her father getting beaten to death by police officers after being mistaken for a robbery suspect. The officers involved in the murder got away, but the police department was forced to pay the Ann-Fields in a settlement. That caused some in the department to start harassing them for years. Getting tired of it, Holly exposed them in a post that went viral and painted a massive target on her back. Being a small-town police department, they were able to send her a clear message. Fearing for her and her family's life, Holly fled to protect them.
Anarky: A Gothamite that grew up on the East Side of Gotham City, Lonnie Machin lived in an abusive household where his parents treated him like garbage. They were struggling to pay rent, so his father began working for the Beretti crime family. And his mother started stealing for the people that she was cleaning for. Eventually, both of them were caught and sent to prison for the crime of surviving in a fucked up place like Gotham. Lonnie was put in a statehouse and faced more abuse until he was kicked when he became eighteen.
Bunker: Miguel Barragan was unaware of being an undocumented citizen until he tried to apply for a driver's license. He tried to remain under the radar for most of his senior year until he came home to an empty house one day. His parents and baby sister were picked up by immigration agents. Fortunately, he was able to stay in a friend's house while he earned his high school diploma. Yet, the constant fear that someone was going to take him away caused him to leave. He had been on the move for a year now.
C H A R A C T E R M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S
This is my backup, backup character. Anyway, like with Batman and Son of Zod, I still want to focus on and explore the real America. Not the one made up by propagandists and fantasized by older generations. And each of the four main characters has been affected by the flaws of the United States (Tremor: Healthcare and Big Pharma; Virtue: Police Brutality and Corruption; Anarky: Poverty and the System; and, Bunker: Undocumented and Immigration). If you're one of those people that hates politics in media (especially in video games and comics), you aren't going to enjoy this.
Yet, not every post is going to be political. I want to explain how these met up with each other and formed The Misfits. Explore how they go on with their lives in a post-Cold War/9-11 world. And I want to develop The Misfits into a respectable group that bow to neither the authorities nor the government. Hopefully, our characters can interact with each other and explore the fundamental differences between them.
And I should mention that this group is based on The Movement. I just changed the name (because it was too on the nose) and removed/added some characters. I hope that's fine.
C H A R A C T E R N O T E S
Coral City, California: A city with a corrupt police department and a corrupt city hall.
Channel M: A hacker collective that plans on exposing corruption across the United States of America, starting with California.
S A M P L E P O S T
𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗙𝗜𝗧𝗦
ORANGE COUNTY, CALIFORNIA
0.00 // CORAL CITY: THE CITY WITH HEART
For the first time in months, Lonnie Machin was able to rest properly without something awakening him in the dead of night. And it was dawn, which gave him time to prepare for the sun. Something that he wasn't used to. Living in Gotham City made him appropriate the cooler temperatures and the unnecessary amount of skyscrapers. But anywhere was better than Gotham. Hell, the Greyhound bus that Lonnie had been on for two days was the safest he had been in a long time. There were only a few other people on board and the driver was paying attention to the freeway. Still, being a Gothamite made him rightfully paranoid of strangers.
Otherwise, he would have been gunned down in an alley.
By the time that the sun was up, the bus had reached its destination: Coral City, California. Lonnie had no clue where he was going when bought that ticket. But again, anywhere was better than Gotham. When the bus stopped for the final time, he knew that it was time to depart. The passengers started doing the same thing and several noticed his attire. He didn't have to turn around to feel some of them making faces at him. One of them was brave enough to comment on the ACAB patch stitched on the vest. "Disgusting."
Lonnie was unfazed by it, grabbed his duffle bag, and left the bus. Inside the bus station, he took a free map of Coral City and started searching for a motel. There was still enough money to stay at a decent motel for a week. It should be enough time to find work and start earning some cash. On his way out, Lonnie felt someone bumping into him and reaching into his back pocket. He immediately turned around and saw that no one was behind him, but he checked his pockets to be safe. That was when he found a small piece of paper and something messy written on it:
Trying to run away from the system that threw you aside? Go to Angel's Hand, if you want to take a stand.
Lonnie was more curious than afraid. So, he got the map and searched for the name. He eventually found out it was a bar located near the coast. He wanted answers and the only way to get them was head to the bar. And that's what he did, not knowing what the future was in store.
P O S T C A T A L O G
A list linking to your IC posts as they're created. This can be used for a reference guide to your character or to summarize completed arcs and stories.
Nathan Bates (Call sign: Firefly) grew up in sunny South New Jersey in the heart of Camden with a crowded family. Forth child and third son of the family. Bates joined the military once he graduated from high school and spent two tours in the Middle East. Because of his leadership capabilities and checking all boxes within the set of criteria for Directive 51, the sergeant was trained at an undisclosed location and then allowed to live a normal life.
That was until the signal was activated.
Without any reason, Bates gathered his things and left his loved ones without reason (as instructed), heading out as an agent of The Division. Command appointed Nathan as leader of Wolverines, one of the dozens of squads being used for Operation Osiris.
BRIEF PSYCHE
Firefly had a reputation for playing loose with accepted strategy for military command. In several simulations, he gave up valuable fortifications and strategic locations to enemy forces. And when they were tried and weakened, Firefly attacked and won with few casualties than predicated. Cost him several promotions as a result before enrolling in Directive 51. That reputation meant that he had a problem with his emotions. Note that Firefly might disregard suggestions or advice for ISAC along with orders from Command.
Yet, Firefly is determined to the objective and willing to sacrifice everything to complete it. He's somewhat optimistic, even during these tough times.
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