C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T P R O P O S A LG E N 1 3

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T P R O P O S A LG E N 1 3

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T P R O P O S A LS T A T I CV I R G I L O V I D H A W K I N S ♦ C O L L E G E S T U D E N T ♦ D A K O T A C I T Y ♦ B A N G B A B Y V I G I L A N T EC H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:“ If you want to test a man, give him power. “
Year 0 interpretation of Static that examines the political effects of having a massive metahuman diaspora in an urban city. Toss in corporate malfeasance, corrupt law enforcement and gang warfare for a cocktail that examines what it means to make true change in a world that doesn’t want to.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:
I’m returning back to Virgil’s world once more because 1) I’m bored as fuck out of my mind and 2) I think his story resonates now with me more than ever. The story focuses more on exploring Dakota City rather than a character study of Virgil himself and his trials and tribulations as a hero. This story is different. This story explores Virgil attempting to solve the ever escalating problems of his hometown and realising that you can’t just punch away all the crime and expect everything to be perfect. Dakota City with all of its various parties of interest, nooks and crannies should be considered the secondary character of Virgil’s story.C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:
N/AS A M P L E P O S T:He’s drowning yet rising, becoming something else. Water fills his lungs as his bones crack and reform. His nerves are on fire as the Dakota Bay grows murkier around him. His brain struggles for the last gasps of oxygen as he sees the world around him light up like a neon sign and he blacks out and and
“ Virgil? Virgil? Are you listening?”
Teenagers. Diane groused mentally. Ever since the Paris Island riots, she hadn’t slept for more than 2 hours a night. You couldn’t blame Dakota Union High’s superintendent for not taking into account a national bio-chemical incident but you could blame them for a lack of funding. Working 24 hours, 7 days a week with no overtime bonuses, in hindsight, seemed like less of a move of altruism on her part and more of a desire to fulfill some sort of hidden sado masochistic tendency within her.
Besides, she wasn’t here for self-pity. She was currently focused on the boy in front of her looking out at the snow in a daze. His frizzy black hair was like an overgrown bush with dandruff peppered throughout. An oversized Lululemon fleece jacket, navy blue, hangs around his slim figure. She can just make out the black and yellow symbol of a clenched fist with the words ‘JUSTICE FOR - “ raised sky high on his white t-shirt before it moves out of view. His bright brown eyes flicker out of whatever daydream he was in, flushing in embarrassment as he rubs the back of his head.
“ Yeah, sorry, miss Franklin.” Virgil’s fingers were tangled together in a knot. “ Just a lot of thoughts going through my head right now.”
“Well, part of my job is to help you sort through all those thoughts.” She tapped the end of her clipboard for a moment before sighing. “ Did you listen to my question just now?”
“ No. No. I remember. You asked….ummmmm….Do you think the Dakota Destroyers will win this weekend’s playoffs?”
“ No. I’m of the opinion that the Gotham Gargoyles have a better chance than our sorry sack of a team.” She chuckled. “ But I digress. How have you been feeling?”
“ Good. You know, fine.”
“ Better than the last time we met?”
“ Well, uh, like everyone says, it’s a process, right? Everyone’s different and I’m different and uh….well…..therapy’s not a quick fix unlike those shrinks you see on TV. Like, you know, I’ve been keeping active if that’s what you’re worried about. “
“ You seem a little tense.”
“ Tense?” He nervously chuckles. “ Nah, why would I be tense? I’m not trying to hide anything or….”
“ Virgil.” Her voice becomes suddenly sharper before taking on a more gentle This is not an interrogation. This is just a conversation.”
“ I don’t know if I can believe that.”
“Nothing leaves this room without your wish.”
The lights in the room dim for a moment, and then, flare back up. Odd. They just did renovations for this block a week ago. She’ll have to call maintenance tomorrow to take a look at lighting. Virgil exhales, rubbing his hands together to warm himself in the chill of silence.
“ All right, then.” He looks up, his face haunted. “ It all began with a Big Bang.“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.

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T P R O P O S A LS U P E R M A NK A L - E L/C L A R K K E N T ♦ R E P O R T E R ♦ M E T R O P O L I S ♦ J U S T I C E L E A G U EC H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:"There is a superhero in all of us, we just need the courage to put on the cape."Clark Kent has always been a fascinating character. The power of a god but the soul of the kindest human possible, he has always been a ball of contradiction. While he is almost always portrayed as the best of the best, I think the fascinating thing about him is that he always has to both hold himself back and strive to be better than those he battles. I want to write a fairly standard version of Clark, one whose at the prime of his career and personal life, and all the struggles there are with balancing the life of Superman and Clark Kent.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:I've never really played Clark before. Sparingly in one of the older games we've tried, but never more than a few posts here or there. I'd like to try my hand at the character in a world full of challenges. SHIELD doesn't trust him, some heroes fear his power, and yet he never stops striving to do good. Our world is one that has far more problems than even he could solve, and I want to explore that, along with his growing family life.C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:S A M P L E P O S T:Evelyn knew she was late, and peered nervously over her shoulder at the crying baby in the back seat. She was super late. That's all that was running through her mind as she braved the downtown Metropolis traffic. She was late and her boss was definitely going to give the promotion to Phillips if she wasn't on time for the meeting. But she had to drop the baby off at day care before she went to work. There was no way she'd be able to get someone at the office to keep an eye on her all day.
From the back seat, another wail from baby Laura drew her attention, causing her to miss the fact that the light in front of her had gone from yellow to red with surprisingly little time in between. By the time Evelyn's head came around, there was a car in front of her ready to be t-boned. Its driver too focused on their coffee to notice Evelyn's crossover SUV plowing into the intersection.
There was no time for her to swerve. This was it. She closed her eyes and thought of her baby, prayinig that at least she would be spared.
She felt the world shift under her, and was surprised that there was no sudden jolt or the sound of sheering metal. Maybe she died instantly and was on her way to the afterlife. That would be nice.
Opening her eyes, she found her vehicle drifting slowly back down to the pavement. It was a miracle. In the back seat, baby Laura gaped in amazement as a figure soared upwards away from the car.**********
Jack's hand shook as he pointed it at the bodega clerk behind the counter, the empty bag he had thrown there still without any money in it. He didn't know if he or the small Korean teenager were more afraid. But he needed the money. If he didn't the Intergang thugs who threatened his pop's shop were gonna be mad, more mad than they'd ever been before. Might even burn the place down.
"I said put the money in the bag!" he screamed again, putting the gun even closer to the kid's head. He smelled the tell tale ammonia of the piss running down the clerk's leg.
Before anything could happen, a blur swept over his vision, just for an almost imperceptible second. He looked down, and the gun was gone, replaced by a still bubbling puddle of molten metal on the counter.
Still shaking, Jack turned and saw the tell tale blue and red. He was paralyzed with fear, "D-don't kill me man!"
"I don't do that," a calm, melodious, but powerful voice responded. Jack wasn't a religious man, but it was the kind of voice someone would have written a few things about if they heard it thousands of years ago. "Go home. Don't let me see you doing this again, or I won't be as nice."
"B-b-but Intergang is gonna-"
"You let me worry about that," the voice said, and Jack instantly knew it wasn't bluffing. He ran, never really getting a good look at the voice's owner.*********
Joseph had decided to end it all the night before. Sitting over his measly, frozen pizza, he saw that there was little use in continuing the charade of a normal life. He was thirty-four, had been single for longer than half a decade, was stuck in a dead-end job, and could count how many friends, real friends, he had on one hand. Continuing on in this state, this joke of a life, was too much. Better a quick death than a long, slow one alone.
That's why when he woke up this morning he took a big swig of the cheap bottle of whiskey from the cabinet above the sink and made his way to the rooftop of his apartment building. If he jumped into the alley, he'd be able to do it without risking hurting anyone else. That was the last thing he wanted. He wanted to be done with all this, but he didn't want to go out hurting someone else.
He stepped up to the edge of the building and took a deep breath.
Before he could jump, however, a voice, like the most calming voice from the most calming children's television programming Joseph could ever imagine, cautioned, "Watch your step there. Wouldn't want to fall."
Joseph turned and saw the most striking image he had ever seen. There, standing on the ledge along with him, was a tall, well built man in what, if Joe didn't know better, he would have called red and blue pajamas. The man's strong, pronounced chin was cocked towards him, his kind, blue eyes transfixed on Joseph's, and a single curl of hair fell down from the well manicured cut onto his forehead and bounced in the wind. Joseph had heard the stories, and seen the news, but they did the reality of Superman no justice.
"I came up here to fall," he admitted, unable to look away from the Man of Steel.
"Yea, I kinda figured," the superhero smiled. "Doesn't seem like a great idea now, does it?"
"Best idea I've had in a while," Joseph shrugged. "No one's gonna miss me."
"Oh I very much doubt that," Superman smiled radiantly. "Someone's always gonna miss someone."
"I only got like three friends," the depressed man shook his head. "Barely any family."
"And none of them count as people who will miss you, huh?" the Man of Tomorrow smirked. "Sounds like you've got a whole bunch of folks who will miss you, to me."
"I'm just...so alone," Joseph began to cry. "And it wears on me, ya know? I just want...someone to share my life with."
He felt a big, strong arm placed around his shoulders, and Superman said, "You ever talk to those friends or family about this? I bet they'd be able to help you. That's what they're there for."
He shook his head, "Nah. Don't want to bother them with my troubles."
"I think you'll find they'd prefer hearing your troubles than hearing you threw yourself off a roof," Superman smiled sadly. "But let's make a deal, if you step back off this ledge and don't feel comfortable talking to them, I'll swing back tomorrow and we can chat. You and me."
Joseph was flabbergasted, "D-don't you have more important places to be?"
"What would be more important than helping out my new pal?" Superman smiled at him with the warmth of the sun, and Joseph felt like, for the first time in a long time, everything was going to be alright.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.

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T P R O P O S A LVibeFrancisco Ramon ♦ Hunter ♦Other Earths/New York City ♦ IndependentC H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:
"I will hunt you down… and then we can go out for drinks, I guess."
What happens when two individuals with the power to cross space with a single step and a common goal of protecting the planet from extra-dimensional threats come together as a team? What if they’re allies, friends even? That would be one hell of a pair, it seems!
Vibe is a… well, a viber; a special kind of metahuman whose power is connected to the vibrations of the multiverse. Just as how speedsters are hooked to the Speed Force, the vibers in turn draw their power from the fabric of space and time itself.
One of the first of his kind, Cisco was born to a Puerto Rican family as the youngest of two brothers. His older brother, Dante, was never close to him, and they always fought. To this end, he preferred to stay and work alone, studying all sorts of things that have to do with biology and all that. He would quickly demonstrate to be a highly intelligent person, and would eventually study in Central City University, where Cisco would eventually gain a PhD in Engineering by the age of 24. However, the year after that, he began to have visions; visions of the present. Touching the belongings of others occasionally had this… effect, wherein he began to see current events, as well as the past. He was having… vibes.
Another year passed without anything happening, other than the visions of the past and present. Because of the subtle nature of his power, no one, not SHIELD, not HYDRA, thought of taking him… until that fateful night, when Vibe was truly born. New York City wasn't exactly the safest city, and after a late night out, Cisco and his friend were assaulted by a hostile metahuman criminal by the name of Top. With his companion disoriented by Top's powers, Cisco channeled the energy of the multiverse by pure instinct, striking Top with a blast of energy.
His unlocking of power was soon noticed by another Viber from Earth 19, Gypsy. Because of a dire need for Vibers to safeguard their locality of the multiverse from universe jumping criminals, Vibe was recruited by her in order to let him understand his abilities better and to control them with far greater precision, like herself and her father, Breacher. It wouldn't long before... hmm, feelings blossomed, and they were together, though their jobs would prevent them from being with each other for too long (plus Josh, I mean, Breacher, is rather scary oh wait nonono- *BLAM*)
As of this moment, Vibe serves as a hunter on Earth 1, hunting down extradimensional criminals and unlawful breachers. Officially, he isn't part of the Collection Agency, but he keeps doing what he does because of... her.
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:For one, I have always wanted to play Vibe because, well, we vibe. Seeing him in his TV series incarnation is essentially seeing somewhat of a mirror of myself in terms of nerdy stuff.
As for Vibe himself, his current goals is to continue his efforts in catching criminals of both the mundane and temporal nature, ESPECIALLY the ones that screw with space and time. This version of Vibe is more in sync with his 2013 and small screen incarnations, leaning towards the latter. He is by far a rather upright young man that would seem to be unable to take things seriously at first, but would then switch to a no-nonsense attitude once a mission is at hand. Vibe is an absolute nerd, and it seems that nothing could ever change that.
Because of his powers, he would still be able to travel all over the globe without much effort and also interact with pretty much anyone in the RP, granted that there is a good reason for them to.C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:
Caitlin Snow/Killer Frost: Vibe's friend and a doctor with cryokinesis and a dual personality along the way.
Gypsy: Another Viber from another Earth that is Vibe's girlfriend.
Breacher: Gypsy's scary father who is also a Viber.
The Flash: Just happens to be someone that Vibe idolizes.S A M P L E P O S T:
"Hey, come out, you, no need to hide. I'll find you anywhere you go anyway, whether on this Earth or the next..."
Vibe looked around, searching for his prey... target. What was that guy's name again? Mirror Master? That's a rather descriptive name for him; that man used mirrors as portals, and when paired with his now imprisoned girlfriend Top, caused a very annoying rarefaction effect that was worse than vertigo or the ass kicking that they did individually. Fortunately, Top, or the Top of this universe anyway, had been captured a few days before after trying to rob a banks. Banks... why is it always banks?
Why was he doing this? Maybe to impress Gypsy, who has a stainless record of having absolutely no one escape her grasp, and maybe her dad too. Josh was very intimidating. Always has been. Breacher was getting old, though, and by the looks of it, he is going to lose his powers soon, just like every other Viber that got too advanced in the years. Maybe he'll get less scarier.
"Come on, just go out already, and maybe I'll rethink giving you to the Earth 19 people, those are really bad when it comes to your type, but yeah, you don't want to come out, so I'll give you to them, just because she told me to."
There seemed to be no activity whatsoever in that abandoned warehouse, save for Vibe's walking and the occasional scurrying of rats. Whatever happened to that... oh.
There was that man's dead body, lying on the dirty floor in a rather expansive pool of blood with several knives stuck on his back. It was strange, though, as it looked like they were flung at his behind all at once, what with the perfect positioning and the equal depth that they were embedded unto his flesh. Spooky.
"Oh my God, this was NOT what I expected..."
Yes, Vibe was a hunter. Yes, he sought for those that broke the laws of space and time and those that consorted with them, but not once has he killed anyone. Not on purpose.
And now, this man deserves a far more respectable resting place.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 P R O P O S A LR E D T O R N A D OR E D T O R N A D O ♦ A S S E T P R O T E C T I O N ♦ L O C A T I O N ♦ D A M A G E C O N T R O LC H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:"My Apologies, Social interactivity was set to low priority"In this iteration I'm dropping the cosmic super-tornado that fights his evil tornado self but that it isn't himself? Red Tornado is confusing, but honestly, I feel like that he and his family are a pretty cool group of individuals.
The Robot Known as Red Tornado was activated three-years ago. Agents Fitz and Simmons from Damage Control, a subsidiary of S.H.I.E.L.D specifically tasked with moving into areas after the Superheroes and S.H.I.E.L.D agents have done their job to perform search and rescue and repair damage. Initially, the two young scientists struggled to get the unit online, and when they did the unit initially experienced panic and confusion it very nearly destroyed the facility that it was being held in. Through the skill and talent of the scientists and Kate Bishop, they managed to subdue the unit.
Leo Fitz and Gemma Simmons approached Director Maria Hill to allow them to field the unit they nicknamed Red tornado in Damage Control as their very own field operative alongside Kate Bishop. For the past three years under the command of Kate Bishop - Clint Bartons former apprentice, the two of them have stopped several attempts by A.I.M to steal high-level technology from wreck sites created by the struggles between 'Good and Evil' as Red sees it. As time has passed Fitz and Simmons have grown more and more impressed by the cognitive functions within the Robot, which is far more sophisticated than anything S.H.I.E.L.D, Stark, or even Luthor [SUBJECT TO DISCUSSION/CHANGE WITH RESPECTIVE PLAYERS] has come up with.
'Red' as he is known by members of his team, while he is still boxy and robotic, seems to have a clearly defined code of ethics, a slight sense of humor, and a particular way he behaves. Yet they are still no further in discovering where he came from, yet recently he has picked up on a signal. Like a noise in the back of his head, gnawing at him.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:Nobody ever plays Ya Boi Red and that's a real shame. There's an innocence and an element of childlike behavior too Red.
I plan to do a single season arc with Red, which is something I've never done in one of these games where I usually come in with a big A-Lister, heavy hitter where I have rough plans to last me a while. As a member of Damage Control Red will go around tidying up everyone else's mess, helping out the people after the capes have left. His motivation is purely to figure out who he is, where he came from, and what he was built for.C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:Important NPCS:
Kate Bishop: I didn't want to touch Hawkeye as I feel like people are more likely to take him than his protége. I am willing to drop her, I'm also going to underdevelop her so that if someone does wish to take her they can. She isn't the focal point of this story, Red is. She's just there as a friend and an ally. She fulfills the role of Reds handler.
FitzSimmons: Leo Fitz and Gemma Simmons. I'm keeping them more or less the same as their AoS counterparts, very season one though in regards to the potential romance. There are hints of it there but they aren't full-on yet. They're Reds technicians/supervisors.
Maria Hill: I felt like my girl was done dirty and replaced by Amanda Waller. As such she is now in charge of Damage Control, it's not where she wants to be and she might try and climb the ladder but you better believe Damage Control works like a machine under her control
Red Team: The Team Red works with in the field. It's going to be made up of random/nothing S.H.I.E.L.D agents whom I make up.S A M P L E P O S T:Red sat staring at the wall. Unmoving, uncaring. While he appeared to be completely idle his neural processors were firing through gigabytes of data per second. In his last altercation against the forces of the Advanced Ideas Mechanics, he had been protecting Chitauri relics that were being moved to a new location to be studied by the Strategic Homeland Intelligence Enforcement and Logistics division. Somehow this information was leaked to their foe and it resulted in physical violence between the two groups.
//RECALL_MEMORY_FILE#11254413F..
Internal motors shutting down the air manipulation that kept him airborne within a miniature tornado ceased, slowly. Lowering him to the ground. In the road directly ahead of them were soldiers wearing fluorescent yellow biohazard suits. This seemed like an illogical clothing choice since the unit Red was currently assigned too was not transporting biohazardous materials. Records on file however indicated that the group known colloquially as A.I.M wore the suits as some form of rudimentary uniform. Despite its lowering of possible combat effectiveness by at least 15%.
Activating his vocal systems Red spoke, his voice neutral and uncaring. "Attention: This convoy is under the protection of Damage Control, a subsidiary under the United Nations peacekeeping association known as S.H.I.E.L.D. Hampering the progress of this vehicle is a criminal offense. Please stand aside." Before the A.I.M units could get a chance to respond an arrow shot past his head, striking the weapons off one of the men in yellow. Electricity lanced out from the arrow jumping from weapon to weapon causing the soldiers to drop them as they yelped in surprise.
"Come on Red! Get it together, they're criminals, take them down."
As the rest of the agents began to fire, a turret popped up from the top of the vehicle. He raised his right hand. The motors spinning causing his right hand to start spinning at incredible speeds. Hidden motors within him working as a miniature tornado formed. ‘Pushing’ it with his other hand the Tornado went underneath the vehicle and flipped it on top of its roof. Meanwhile, bullets began to pepper and bounce off of his metallic shell. “As per our orders I was attempting to avoid physical confrontation-”
Kate Bishop was mid flip, reloading her bow and firing it. An explosion pushed several individuals away in a concussive blast. “That’s if we didn’t know they’re bad guys, c’mon Red don’t overthink things-”
//CEASE_MEMORY_RECALL_FILE#11254413F
No matter how many times he replayed the memory file he was unable to establish the moment where he had begun to overthink the scenario. The door to the storage room he stayed within opened. He turned around to the smiling faces of Agent Doctors Fitz and Simmons. “We’ve got a mission for you Red. It’s time to go to work.”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.

Okay, here she is. Lemme know what you think!C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T P R O P O S A LH A R L E Y ☺ Q U I N NH A R L E E N Q U I N Z E L ♦ C L O W N ♦ G O T H A M ♦ I N D E P E N D A N TC H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:"Ha!"Harley Quinn was the Joker's gilfriend, sidekick, villanous cohort and victim. But within the last year, she finally realised that the Joker was no good for her, he didn't treat her well enough to deserve her loyalty. At first, it was just a ploy to get his attention back, and to set clear boundaries in their relationship. For example: no more pushing her out windows. Soon enough, though she realised she liked the freedom. Free from his evil influence, the dominoes fell and Harley shifted gears into an anti-heroic figure of Gotham. Carving her way through the darkest and cruelest parts of the underworld to bring a some laughter to those who need it most. Joker forgot one of the most important parts of comedy: Punching up is way funnier than punching down. Now Harley is applying her own unorthodox kind of vigilantism to the street of Gotham, chased by the police and supervillains alike and building her own personal little gang to make a mess of things with.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:Harley Quinn wants to prove she's better than the Joker and the rest of Gotham's supervillains. Anyone can be evil, anyone can be selfish. If she wanted to feel powerful she could overdose herself on drugs and fling herself into a vat of chemicals. No, Harley wants to be more. She wants people to like her- really like her. She wants to prove that she's funnier, smarter, and more beautiful than anyone else in Gotham.
Secretly- and don't tell anyone- she cares about the little guy more than she's let on. She knows what it's like to be discarded, trod on, and abandoned by those you thought were supposed to protect you. While her motivations are certainly not entirely unselfish, Harleen has genuine compassion for those around her and a desire to do good, like any hero. Harley also has a strong desire to put jerks, tyrants, and pricks in their place. Freedom and liberty for herself and everyone are important to her. She also wants to feel good about herself and do something never before seen.
And last but certainly not least, she's always looking for a laugh. Nobody in Gotham has a real sense of humor these days, and she intends to show them what good comedy actually looks like. The bad guys are going to get what's coming to them! Harley Quinn is going to be a killer vigilante and she's going to enjoy the killing, so this may put her at odds with many superheroes. However she may end up experimenting with a no-kill rule, and this would give her a chance at actual redemption both in the eyes of the world and in her own eyes.
C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:
Harley is a free agent, and she can't be committing and leading crimes all day long, simply because there aren't enough crimes to do. So when she isn't leading her gang or tearing up the streets of Gotham, I intend for her to travel, explore, and meet up with other player characters. That, or plan with people to have their character visit Gotham and have them run into the Clown Princess. Or seek her out, or...whatever, really. I'm giving her side characters so I could write her by myself for a while but I'm always looking for a collab of any kind with any one.S A M P L E P O S T:P O S T C A T A L O G:You ain't seen nothin' yet!

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T P R O P O S A LVibe/Doctor StrangeFrancisco Ramon/Stephen Strange ♦ Hunters ♦Other Earths/New York City ♦ IndependentC H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:
"I will hunt you down… and then we can go out for drinks, I guess."
“No, you will not take our target out for a drink.”
What happens when two individuals with the power to cross space with a single step and a common goal of protecting the planet from extra-dimensional threats come together as a team? What if they’re allies, friends even? That would be one hell of a pair, it seems!
Vibe is a… well, a viber; a special kind of metahuman whose power is connected to the vibrations of the multiverse. Just as how speedsters are hooked to the Speed Force, the vibers in turn draw their power from the fabric of space and time itself.
One of the first of his kind, Cisco was born to a Puerto Rican family as the youngest of two brothers. His older brother, Dante, was never close to him, and they always fought. To this end, he preferred to stay and work alone, studying all sorts of things that have to do with biology and all that. He would quickly demonstrate to be a highly intelligent person, and would eventually study in Central City University, where Cisco would eventually gain a PhD in Engineering by the age of 24. However, the year after that, he began to have visions; visions of the present. Touching the belongings of others occasionally had this… effect, wherein he began to see current events, as well as the past. He was having… vibes.
Another year passed without anything happening, other than the visions of the past and present. Because of the subtle nature of his power, no one, not SHIELD, not HYDRA, thought of taking him… until that fateful night, when Vibe was truly born. New York City wasn't exactly the safest city, and after a late night out, Cisco and his friend were assaulted by a hostile metahuman criminal by the name of Top. With his companion disoriented by Top's powers, Cisco channeled the energy of the multiverse by pure instinct, striking Top with a blast of energy.
He would eventually meet the sorcerer known as Doctor Strange, who happened to be more active in his role as protector of the planet from extradimensional threats. Strange would see their similarities, and would train Vibe in honing his powers. It would take some time, but Vibe and Doctor Strange would eventually be a dangerous duo feared by criminals that would mess with space and time. Distance between them does not matter; if one needs help, the other will always come.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:For one, I have always wanted to play Vibe because, well, we vibe. Seeing him in his TV series incarnation is essentially seeing somewhat of a mirror of myself in terms of nerdy stuff.
As for Vibe himself, his current goals is to continue his efforts in catching criminals of both the mundane and temporal nature, ESPECIALLY the ones that screw with space and time. This version of Vibe is more in sync with his 2013 and small screen incarnations, leaning towards the latter. He is by far a rather upright young man that would seem to be unable to take things seriously at first, but would then switch to a no-nonsense attitude once a mission is at hand. Vibe is an absolute nerd, and it seems that nothing could ever change that.
Because of his powers, he would still be able to travel all over the globe without much effort and also interact with pretty much anyone in the RP, granted that there is a good reason for them to. Doctor Strange is also an interesting character to play, especially given that this version of him does not directly bear the responsibility of protecting the Time Stone as the Ancient One is still alive and kicking. He has a more serious demeanour than Vibe, which would balance their different personalities.C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:
Caitlin Snow/Killer Frost: Vibe's friend and a doctor with cryokinesis and a dual personality along the way.
Gypsy: Another Viber from another Earth that is Vibe's girlfriend.
Breacher: Gypsy's scary father who is also a Viber.
The Flash: Just happens to be someone that Vibe idolizes.
Avengers: They trained him to control his abilities.
The Ancient One: Strange’s mentor. Sorcerer Supreme.
Wong: Wong.
Karl Mordo: The other mentor. Mysteriously disappeared.S A M P L E P O S T:A pair of familiar footsteps tapped in the hallway of the New York Sanctum, perking up Doctor’s Strange’s ears. Of course, nothing entered the Sanctum without him knowing, and he knew that this wasn’t Wong coming back from the nearest Shawarma stand while listening to the latest Beyonce album. This was someone else, someone familiar.
Ah, yes. That was not a sling ring portal, was it? That was a breach, a hole in the fabric of reality brought upon not by the manipulation of eldritch magic, but by the bringing forth of energies of someone psychically attuned to the vibrations of the universe. Who else would it be, then, but that long haired science genius with a love for hipster shirts? Of course it was him. It was Vibe, paying him a visit from across the multiverse, again.
As usual, Cisco had a casual voice when he finally greeted the sorcerer. “Hey, Doc, what’s up? I was just checking on you while you were, um, healing.”
It was true. The two of them often did things together, as they shared a common interest and power. Distance was not a particularly important variable when it came to them coming together to fight some threat, as they could jump dimensions at pleasure. But still, neither were immune to getting thrashed, and it just happened that Strange got the worst end of the stick at this round, as he was stricken pretty badly when Rupture and Black Siren came over from another Earth. Rupture was fine… but Black Siren’s screaming was just the worst…
“My ears are still bad.”, Strange confided. “Remind me to always bring ear plugs when facing the evil doppelgangers of that friend of yours…”
“Yeah, sure. But, uh, we have trouble, like, right now.”
“What now?”
“We have a few unwanted guests.”
“Again?”
“Again.”P O S T C A T A L O G:.
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