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Very well, where do I begin?

My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet.

My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament.

My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds - pretty standard, really. At the age of twelve, I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles.

There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking. I highly suggest you try it.

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In all seriousness, my Batman opener will be coming... sometime? Eventually.

I made the mistake of guaranteeing it last night before some friends guilt-tripped me into watching Halloween movies until the early morning hours, so I made no progress. It'll be up when it's up.

Make no mistake, though. The Dark Knight will return... as soon as I stop caving to peer pressure.
So now it's escalated from a mutiny to a hostage crisis.

*hurriedly continues typing up Maximum Singular Galaxy Interest Check*
I think that's a tactical retreat.


Oh, no. I'm abandoning the ship. Let chaos reign, and all that.

*begins to draw up plans for similar RP under a different account*

Before I go, though, Moon Knight is APPROVED. @Hound55 doesn't get an image like everyone else because I want to rub salt in his wound of not seeing me set the IC a year later.

>Comes in to check on the status of the RP and ensure that the OOC thread hasn't burned down.
>Sees that everyone has planned to become Venom.
>Blue Beetle has been made a God.
>Sees multiple threats on my life openly being conspired.
>Sees a mutiny in progress.


Probably a few weeks prior. A month would suffice.
Batman will join the proceedings later on tonight.

There's alot I want to get right with this post, even if I'm 20 posts behind by the time it's finished.
"And here... we... GO!"



(IC thread is live)

(Now what was all that talk of overthrowing me?)
Ultimate One Universe: Season Two Application

Character You're Applying For: Anthony "Tony" Edward Stark/Iron Man

Powers and Abilities:

Powered Armor: All of Stark's "superhuman" abilities come from the use of his many self-made powered exoskeletons. These abilities include flight, superhuman strength and durability, and an array of various weapons.

Intellect: Outside of the armor, Stark is an inventive genius, primarily in the field of technology. His intelligence extends to business, social, and political knowledge.

Origin and Backstory: Tony Stark was adopted and raised by Maria and Howard Stark, the latter of whom is the owner and CEO of Stark Industries, a technology manufacturing and research company.

Tony, a boy genius, attended MIT and graduated at 17, earning his master's degree in electrical engineering and physics. Not long after, his parents were tragically killed in a car accident, leaving the company in Tony's hands.

During an overseas business trip, Tony was injured in an explosion caused by enemy forces, and was promptly kidnapped. The leader demanded Tony build weapons for them, but Tony discovered that a piece of shrapnel from the explosion had lodged itself in his chest and was nearing his heart. Another prisoner, notable physicist Ho Yingsen, assists Tony by building a magnetic chest plate to keep the shrapnel away from his heart. Together, the two work in secret to develop a powered suit of armor, which Tony uses to escape and rejoin American forces, with Yingsen being killed in the attempt.

Back home, Tony switches his focus from weapons manufacturing to building similar suits for use in fighting other threats against Stark Industries. When news coverage of the mysterious "Iron Man" appears, Stark claims that the figure is his personal robotic bodyguard and company mascot. Only two individuals know of Iron Man's true identity; secretary Virginia "Pepper" Potts, and chauffeur Harold "Happy" Hogan, both of whom work for Tony.

What Makes This Character 'Ultimate?': On top of keeping his double life secret, this Tony is far more laid back and not as quick to anger as other interpretations. While he does take his work and status seriously, he's not as serious about it as, say, Bruce Wayne. Some say this is a coping mechanism, although it's not clear whether it's to combat the painful memories of his neglectful father, or the trauma he experienced early on in his career. As beneficial as psychiatric help would be, Tony doesn't have the time nor the humility to pursue it.

Supporting Characters:

-Virgina "Pepper" Potts: Tony's secretary and close friend. One of the two people who know of Tony's identity as Iron Man.

-Harold "Happy" Hogan: Tony's personal chauffeur, whom Tony hired after Happy saved his life in a particularly rough spot. One of the two people who know of Tony's identity as Iron Man.

-J.A.R.V.I.S.: "Just A Rather Very Intelligent System." Named after the butler of Tony's parents, the AI acts as Tony's personal assistant both inside and outside the Iron Man suit.

Character Picture:



Sample Post:

"Sir?"

Tony woke with a start, hitting his head on the bottom of his work desk, which he had somehow ended up under. "Ugh. What happened?"

"You fell asleep while working...again. I relocated you under the desk so you would not be stepped on," J.A.R.V.I.S. replied.

Tony groaned, sliding out from under his makeshift sleeping spot and standing up. "Why would I be in danger of being stepped on?" he questioned. "There's nobody here but you and me."

"Correction, sir. Miss Potts came in earlier this morning."

Oh, God.

"And what did she do?"

"She delivered your mail, sir. It's on your work desk."

Indeed, Tony saw a pile of envelopes on the desk, along with a handwritten note.

"you should talk to someone"

Typical Pepper. Sure, it was nice to have someone looking out for you, but she honestly had nothing to worry about. At least, that's what Tony thought. There was nothing wrong with staying up for days, tinkering away at his "pet projects." Besides, it was all for a good cause. So what if he had to sacrifice a little sleep here and there. That's the price of being a protector! Well, self-protector anyhow.

For the moment, Tony stuck to being Iron Man solely for the sake of Stark Industries. He was his own superhero; he didn't need any of those other ones out there. They didn't interfere in his business, so they didn't interfere in his, simple as that! Iron Man was for Stark Industries, not the people, and that's how it should be.

Right?

"J.A.R.V.I.S., what time is it?"

"Half-past one in the afternoon, sir."

Tony popped his knuckles. "Anything on the calendar?"

"No, sir, you have no scheduled events for today."

"Perfect. Could you fix me some coffee? Two sugars." Tony pulled on a pair of goggles and grabbed some tools. "We've made quite a lot of progress in the past few days. Why stop now?"

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"Alert. Queens Testing Facility has been compromised."

Tony sighed and tossed his crossword aside. So much for a quiet day. "Activate suit-up protocols and get a visual on the building," he commanded as he headed for his self-dubbed "hangar."

"Interior or exterior, sir?"

"Both."

Two separate CCTV feeds appeared on screen. Outside, there was an armored truck, parked just behind the building. The inside painted a bleaker picture. Not only were there hooded figures grabbing any tech they could find, there was also a line-up of security guards, forced against the wall my more figures with guns. Big guns.

"You should know that the local police have been informed of the situation," J.A.R.V.I.S. pointed out as Tony approached the platform.

"Yeah, well, I have a feeling they're going to need back-up."

Tony extended his arms, slipping his hands into the awaiting gauntlets. The massive machine around him worked quickly, screwing the armored plates in position while the wearer simply waited. A hostage situation was nothing new, and neither was having the police be involved. Tony knew they meant well, but at the end of the day, it was Iron Man who protected his company.

Hell, Iron Man practically WAS the company.

With a final CLANG, Tony's faceplate locked into place, and the AI within the suit came to life.

"All systems are functional," J.A.R.V.I.S.'s announced.

"Let's not keep them waiting, then."

Fire ignited under his boots, giving the armored man the bit of lift he needed to hover out onto the "launching pad" of his building. Palms facing the ground, he lifted off, shooting into the atmosphere like a rocket.

Queens wasn't far, and when he got there, those tech thieves wouldn't know what hit them.


Since @Byrd Man hasn't made any further reservations known, and I personally am fine with what I see, I'd say you're good to go.

As soon as I get up tomorrow.

So... late afternoon/early evening?
Just a mere 24 hours and some change and we'll be ready for launch.

Who's got their first posts lined up and ready to go?

I'll begin writing mine today, and have my first arc outlined. I'll actually have plans and be looking to execute them! Gasp!
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