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Teen Titans: Secret Origins - A Re-Imagined DC Canon RP

We couldn't ask for more Two-Faced GMs than you guys.

In the best way possible.

Teen Titans: Secret Origins - A Re-Imagined DC Canon RP

R O B I N
R O B I N

^{"Hey, no one can be a Boy Wonder forever."}

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 _________________________________________________________ Richard John 'Dick' Grayson _________________________________________________________ 20 | It's Complicated _________________________________________________________ The Gotham Knights | American N O T A B L E A B I L I T I E S & T O O L S N O T A B L E A B I L I T I E S & T O O L S _________________________________________________________ [+] - A B I L I T I E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ MASTER ACROBAT: Grayson is exceptionally skilled at aerial movement and has achieved peak agility through rigorous training from early childhood. With exceptional coordination and balance, he's also able to suspend himself from a variety of surfaces and freerun when needed. If there's a height he hasn't soared from, it's not for lack of trying.- T O O L (S) ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ BIRD-A-RANGS: Like the weapons developed by his mentor, Grayson has adopted a variety of shuriken forged in the shape of a non-descript bird insignia. He also alternates in a design shaped after the letter 'R'. ◼ GRAPPLE GUN: A lightweight, gas powered, magnetic grapnel that launches a retractable steel cable with attached stress-tested titanium hook. Can be altered to fire a two-pronged projectile that acts as a zipline, particularly useful for a gifted trapeze artist. ◼ BO-STAFF: A collapseable weapon designed for close combat, the staff can split into escrima sticks and become electrified. ◼ TASERS Hidden throughout his uniform, Grayson is able to incapacitate enemies in close-range with several thousand volts that can spring from his gloves, boots, utility belt, and even the R on his breastplate. ◼ BAT-PELLETS Miniature capsules that contain a variety of irritants, from thick smoke to tear gas, pepper spray, explosive gel, and chemicals that produce extreme brightness. ◼ REBREATHER For use in underwater or similarly oxygen compromised scenerios. Electromagnetically ttaches to the face-mask. ◼ BULLETPROOF ARMOR Developed by WayneTech, the plates are made of a tri-weave compound that can withstand most weapons from a medium-to-long range. Grayson's was specifically modified to allow for verstile movement, making his suit vulnerable in certain low-abrasion areas. ◼ REDBIRD MOTORCYCLE A state-of-the-art all-terrain vehicle custom built for speeds exceeding 140 MPH. Features retractable armor plating, onboard artificial intelligence systems, autopilot, non-lethal offensive capabilities, and self-repairing tires. - N O T A B L E S K I L L S & T A L E N T S _________________________________________________________ [+] - S K I L L (S) ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ ADVANCED COMBAT TRAINING Trained by The Batman in a variety of extreme scenerios, Dick is said to be a master of at least 29 different martial arts, ranging from Taekwondo to Subak. When combined with his acrobatic prowess, his skills as Robin take speed into account over brute strength. ◼ SKILLED DETECTIVE Though nowhere near the level of his mentor, Dick is able to run a crime scene with ease and perform forensics that would leave most of the GCPD in the dust. With a keen eye honed in his time with the circus, he's also able to pick up on details in the open. ◼ DISGUISE PROFENCIENCY Trained by Alfred Pennyworth in the art of deception and appearance alteration, Grayson is able to blend into any environment that requires a delicate touch with a series of simple methods and a variety of clothes, prosthetics, and acting techniques such as pitch control and body language.- T A L E N T (S) ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ HACKER Trained to be able to crack into any high-level government systems, Grayson is able to systematically break down criminal activity on the web aswell as track heavily encoded data back to it's source. With the help of WayneTech satellites, he's also able to hack into drones and monitor potentially dangerous areas from any angle. -

T H E S T O R Y S O F A R... T H E S T O R Y S O F A R... ________________________________________________________________________________________ Born into a world-class trapeze act dubbed The Flying Graysons for Haly's Circus, Dick Grayson's life was taken on an abrupt detour during a performance in Gotham City. Having stiffed the local mob boss Anthony Zucco from protection money, the Circus was made a victim of Zucco's retribution when John and Mary Grayson's line was severed with slow-acting sulfuric acid, plunging the couple to their deaths. While Dick was able to identify Zucco's thugs with ease, the corrupt GCPD didn't want to act against a man with direct ties to them, leaving the case to be marked unsolved. It wasn't until Zucco decided that the boy had to be silenced that Grayson crossed paths with the masked vigilante The Batman, saving his life during an attempted hit. Offering the chance to bring Zucco to justice himself by The Caped Crusader, Dick readily accepted the hero's training and guidance. Eventually, after taking down Zucco as a team, Grayson was formally adopted by billionaire Bruce Wayne and sworn in as Batman's partner: Robin, The Boy Wonder. For seven years, Dick dutifully stood at The Dark Knight's side and absorbed as many skills as possible. But while the latter was still heavily burdened by his own childhood loss, Dick remained undaunted and regularly charged into battle with a grin and one-liners that mocked his enemies. It was this difference in approach that began to seed cracks in the relationship between mentor and apprentice, as Batman descended further against the madness of Gotham's criminal underworld with a jaded spirit. While Robin was able to make his own path as he matured, regularly teaming up with fellow vigilante Batgirl, his need to appease his adoptive father eventually created a rift when Two-Face nearly killed him during a mission. The shock of nearly losing his ward prompted Bruce to become increasingly overprotective, barring Robin from operating with him in a shrewd attempt to lead Dick away from his volatile line of work. Instead of tempting Dick to give up the life, it just forced him to leave the nest. Setting himself up in the city of Blüdhaven, the former Boy Wonder has found it to be a difficult transition - after a month on his own, Robin has only realized that the city is as hopelessly corrupt as Gotham, if not worse. While he pines for a return to the streets he's begun to consider a second home, he knows that living in the Shadow of the Bat makes turning back an impossibility. For the first time in his young life, it truly feels as if the acrobat is flying without a net. P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) ________________________________________________________________________________________ If Batman is one of the most iconic heroes DC has to offer, then Robin is the reason that the character has longevity. He's the heart and soul of the DCU to me in alot of ways, taking the idea of Bruce Wayne and throwing aside all the torment that holds him back. And my very first RP character was Nightwing many moons ago, so getting to play a version of Dick on the verge of embracing that mantle is an appealing prospect. What I hope to do is explore the character as he exists at this crossroads, feeling particularly unsure about his future and not quite ready to give up certain aspects of his past, even if they reveal him to be more like Batman than he'd care to admit.

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Teen Titans: Secret Origins - A Reimagined DC Roleplay

R O B I N
R O B I N

^{"Hey, no one can be a Boy Wonder forever."}

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 _________________________________________________________ Richard John 'Dick' Grayson _________________________________________________________ 20 | It's Complicated _________________________________________________________ The Gotham Knights | American N O T A B L E A B I L I T I E S & T O O L S N O T A B L E A B I L I T I E S & T O O L S _________________________________________________________ [+] - A B I L I T I E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ MASTER ACROBAT: Grayson is exceptionally skilled at aerial movement and has achieved peak agility through rigorous training from early childhood. With exceptional coordination and balance, he's also able to suspend himself from a variety of surfaces and freerun when needed. If there's a height he hasn't soared from, it's not for lack of trying.- T O O L (S) ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ BIRD-A-RANGS: Like the weapons developed by his mentor, Grayson has adopted a variety of shuriken forged in the shape of a non-descript bird insignia. He also alternates in a design shaped after the letter 'R'. ◼ GRAPPLE GUN: A lightweight, gas powered, magnetic grapnel that launches a retractable steel cable with attached stress-tested titanium hook. Can be altered to fire a two-pronged projectile that acts as a zipline, particularly useful for a gifted trapeze artist. ◼ BO-STAFF: A collapseable weapon designed for close combat, the staff can split into escrima sticks and become electrified. ◼ TASERS Hidden throughout his uniform, Grayson is able to incapacitate enemies in close-range with several thousand volts that can spring from his gloves, boots, utility belt, and even the R on his breastplate. ◼ BAT-PELLETS Miniature capsules that contain a variety of irritants, from thick smoke to tear gas, pepper spray, explosive gel, and chemicals that produce extreme brightness. ◼ REBREATHER For use in underwater or similarly oxygen compromised scenerios. Electromagnetically ttaches to the face-mask. ◼ BULLETPROOF ARMOR Developed by WayneTech, the plates are made of a tri-weave compound that can withstand most weapons from a medium-to-long range. Grayson's was specifically modified to allow for verstile movement, making his suit vulnerable in certain low-abrasion areas. ◼ REDBIRD MOTORCYCLE A state-of-the-art all-terrain vehicle custom built for speeds exceeding 140 MPH. Features retractable armor plating, onboard artificial intelligence systems, autopilot, non-lethal offensive capabilities, and self-repairing tires. - N O T A B L E S K I L L S & T A L E N T S _________________________________________________________ [+] - S K I L L (S) ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ ADVANCED COMBAT TRAINING Trained by The Batman in a variety of extreme scenerios, Dick is said to be a master of at least 29 different martial arts, ranging from Taekwondo to Subak. When combined with his acrobatic prowess, his skills as Robin take speed into account over brute strength. ◼ SKILLED DETECTIVE Though nowhere near the level of his mentor, Dick is able to run a crime scene with ease and perform forensics that would leave most of the GCPD in the dust. With a keen eye honed in his time with the circus, he's also able to pick up on details in the open. ◼ DISGUISE PROFENCIENCY Trained by Alfred Pennyworth in the art of deception and appearance alteration, Grayson is able to blend into any environment that requires a delicate touch with a series of simple methods and a variety of clothes, prosthetics, and acting techniques such as pitch control and body language.- T A L E N T (S) ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ HACKER Trained to be able to crack into any high-level government systems, Grayson is able to systematically break down criminal activity on the web aswell as track heavily encoded data back to it's source. With the help of WayneTech satellites, he's also able to hack into drones and monitor potentially dangerous areas from any angle. -

T H E S T O R Y S O F A R... T H E S T O R Y S O F A R... ________________________________________________________________________________________ Born into a world-class trapeze act dubbed The Flying Graysons for Haly's Circus, Dick Grayson's life was taken on an abrupt detour during a performance in Gotham City. Having stiffed the local mob boss Anthony Zucco from protection money, the Circus was made a victim of Zucco's retribution when John and Mary Grayson's line was severed with slow-acting sulfuric acid, plunging the couple to their deaths. While Dick was able to identify Zucco's thugs with ease, the corrupt GCPD didn't want to act against a man with direct ties to them, leaving the case to be marked unsolved. It wasn't until Zucco decided that the boy had to be silenced that Grayson crossed paths with the masked vigilante The Batman, saving his life during an attempted hit. Offering the chance to bring Zucco to justice himself by The Caped Crusader, Dick readily accepted the hero's training and guidance. Eventually, after taking down Zucco as a team, Grayson was formally adopted by billionaire Bruce Wayne and sworn in as Batman's partner: Robin, The Boy Wonder. For seven years, Dick dutifully stood at The Dark Knight's side and absorbed as many skills as possible. But while the latter was still heavily burdened by his own childhood loss, Dick remained undaunted and regularly charged into battle with a grin and one-liners that mocked his enemies. It was this difference in approach that began to seed cracks in the relationship between mentor and apprentice, as Batman descended further against the madness of Gotham's criminal underworld with a jaded spirit. While Robin was able to make his own path as he matured, regularly teaming up with fellow vigilante Batgirl, his need to appease his adoptive father eventually created a rift when Two-Face nearly killed him during a mission. The shock of nearly losing his ward prompted Bruce to become increasingly overprotective, barring Robin from operating with him in a shrewd attempt to lead Dick away from his volatile line of work. Instead of tempting Dick to give up the life, it just forced him to leave the nest. Setting himself up in the city of Blüdhaven, the former Boy Wonder has found it to be a difficult transition - after a month on his own, Robin has only realized that the city is as hopelessly corrupt as Gotham, if not worse. While he pines for a return to the streets he's begun to consider a second home, he knows that living in the Shadow of the Bat makes turning back an impossibility. For the first time in his young life, it truly feels as if the acrobat is flying without a net. P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) ________________________________________________________________________________________ If Batman is one of the most iconic heroes DC has to offer, then Robin is the reason that the character has longevity. He's the heart and soul of the DCU to me in alot of ways, taking the idea of Bruce Wayne and throwing aside all the torment that holds him back. And my very first RP character was Nightwing many moons ago, so getting to play a version of Dick on the verge of embracing that mantle is an appealing prospect. What I hope to do is explore the character as he exists at this crossroads, feeling particularly unsure about his future and not quite ready to give up certain aspects of his past, even if they reveal him to be more like Batman than he'd care to admit.

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MARVELS: Streets of New York

Sounds great. I plan to get my personal Black Cat post up tomorrow, and I'll immediately be jumping into a couple plots that will tie-in to the general RP narrative the DMs have planned, as well as require a couple collaborative efforts with some other players.

Which begs the question, how public is Matt's identity as Daredevil?

@Retired

Secret. I'm going with the idea that his outing never happened.

MARVELS: Streets of New York

Hope to get a post up this weekend. I'm gonna try and make it open ended so that Matt can be free for the oncoming events/people looking to interact.

MARVELS: Streets of New York

Hey, if Indiana Jones could get away with it...

MARVELS: Streets of New York

^{_{Matthew M. Murdock ♦ Defense Attorney, Private Practice ♦ Hell's Kitchen, NYC, NY}}

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:

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"For we walk by faith, not by sight."
2nd Corinthians, 5:7

Blinded in an accident as a child, Matt Murdock developed superhuman senses that allowed him to function with keen skills and reflexes. But when his father was murdered by a low-level gangster for refusing to throw a boxing match, Murdock's gifts were tempered by rage and a need to fight injustice. Studying law per his late father's wishes, Matt passed the bar and joined his best friend Franklin "Foggy" Nelson in opening a defense firm for the downtrodden in Hell's Kitchen, New York. Unable to quell his need to fight criminals, Matt also began operating as a masked vigilante by night - gradually shaping himself from an anonymous warrior into a figure to be feared by the underworld. Adopting the guise of the devil himself, Murdock became The Man Without Fear... Daredevil.

Both within his masked identity and outside of it, Murdock's amassed a wealth of enemies over the ten years he's been in operation, from the bloodthirsty Owl and disturbed Purple Man to the deadly assassin Bullseye. But one figure stands high above the rest as a foe in Murdock's contention: Wilson Fisk, The Kingpin of New York. Throughout their storied rivalry, Murdock and Fisk have been locked in a moral chess battle as Daredevil tirelessly works to dismantle The Kingpin's seemingly insurmountable empire. Fisk has in turn frequently targeted Murdock's loved ones and tried to destroy his life from every level systematically. Murdock has risen above every attempt much stronger, ready to fight another day, but the result has often been a stalemate that sees no certain end.

For now, they're forced to co-exist. Fisk knows Daredevil's true identity, while Murdock is slowly gathering evidence against Kingpin, unable to make a definitive move without jeopardizing everyone in his life. It's a cycle that has been simmering for years and is likely to reach it's boiling point soon - both are simply awaiting the first move.

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:

---

As a fan, I've read every Daredevil run in the comics since the early 2000's - some as recently as this week, others in my early teens. Despite being a popular character, he still feels like an unsung gem in the superhero pantheon for his catalogue of stories without any real dips in quality. So there's alot of material to pay homage to, which is what I intend to do in this game: tell a story of this seasoned crimefighter, with a rich history behind him, at a crossroads with an enemy he's never been able to master. Whether that's The Kingpin or his own soul is another question entirely.

C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:

---

The accident that blinded him gave him complete mastery over his remaining senses. With training from a mysterious warrior named Stick, he combined a formidable prowess in combat with the ability to focus his senses into an inner radar, feeding him information about the world around him that few would be able to percieve.

His notable enemies besides Kingpin include The Owl, Typhoid Mary, the ninja cult known as The Hand, The Gladiator, and especially Bullseye, who murdered both Elektra Natchios and Karen Page, Matt's greatest loves. Elektra eventually returned through ritual magic - Karen didn't, and the five years since have remained bitter for it.

His truly close allies at this point consist only of Franklin "Foggy" Nelson, his long-term business partner, and Sister Maggie, his formerly estranged mother. The relationship with both is complicated, as Matt's personal relationships always tend to be.

S A M P L E P O S T:

---

Twenty Blocks

Twenty blocks.

That had always been deeply overwhelming to him. Even as a young boy, before that life-altering accident had changed everything, he would look at the perpetual sea of buildings ahead of him and quietly marvel at the impossible scope. His mind would race ahead of his eyes and try to place a story to as many of them as he could - and within his limited imagination, some of the buildings housed just everyday people, others were home to cops and firefighters. Some of them even housed bad people, who hurt others just for fun. That was the prism from which little Matt Murdock saw the full spectrum of morality. There were the good, normal people, the people of authority, and the bad. The naive kind of thinking that was born out of religiously watching Saturday morning cartoons and being slowly read passages of the Bible by his concussion-addled father. Some days, he still yearned for that innocence.

Others still, like this one, reminded him of a cold hard reality. That there was still a degree of the innocent and the guilty, yes, but that the court of law was always going to favor those who better understood it's fragility over those who didn't. Who could mend and manipulate a set of rules that books and declarations had decided were the cornerstones of society. Whenever Matt had decided to honor his late father's wishes and study law as his major at Columbia University, a large part of his goal in undertaking such a difficult trade was to usefully challenge the ideas of black-and-white that he'd held onto. The kind that told him that because the courts and a judge had decided there was only circumstantial evidence, the murderer of Battlin' Jack Murdock couldn't be held. And that because it was the law, he had to accept that.

He never could. Try as he might, it gnawed at his soul. He'd confessed it to his priest when looking for absolution. He'd alluded to it in discussions with his best friend, the man who would become his law partner, when looking for rationality. He even had long, drawn-out arguments within the confines of his own mind when looking to talk himself out of doing something stupid with his life. And yet when push came to shove, he readily - easily - chose the path that he'd been looking for every reason to avoid. The path of blood and pain, the road of darkness and suffering. The place that would continually break him down until, Murdock feared, there'd be nothing left. Because there was no other choice. Because at the end of the day, no matter how many years had passed - no matter the contradictory fact that his sight had long since been taken from him - he was still gazing up at an unforgiving sea of twenty blocks ahead. Trying to discern which parts of them were safe and needed saving.

Which was why he found himself on a rooftop at four in the morning. For weeks, he'd been working a tenement case involving a landlord that had steadily increased rent to a couple of Hispanic descent. The man had given them every excuse in the book - that they were late with payments in the past, that their credit was declining, that a filing error had led to an overcharge. All of it was a series of lies, and the burden of proof had been on Matt to contextualize why the landlord in question, who had a history of suing tenants out of their savings with the interesting pattern of none of the defendants being white, could easily be countersued for perjury if his clients had the money to facilitate it.

An open and shut case. In law, the approximate number of those wasn't easy to determine. Had Matt wanted to wager a guess, he'd have gone for thirty percent. But this case qualified, and he felt like if this were under normal circumstances, the nature of the case's transparency could allow him to breathe easy. Yet right now he found himself somersaulting over ledges, swinging across increasingly wide gaps, feeling the brittle cold air sink into his skin like sulfuric acid eating through a wall. He wasn't just stressed about the case, he was so stressed about it that he'd gotten out of bed the night before the court date to put on a crimson blanket of armor and wade through twenty-degree winds at high speed - anything to distract himself.

Then he heard it. About seven stories below him. Hard for him to single out the noise in between a bevy of ringing phones, car horns and tires squeaking across the pavement from blocks away, and voices from every direction, but his ears always perked up whenever he heard this distinct noise: bones crunching into bones. Someone was viciously beating into someone else, and the faint scent of copper filled his nostrils the second that he turned his head.

Spilled blood.

"---gonna teach you to come into this neighborhood. This is my turf, you hear?! You hear me, you stinkin'---"

Matt's fist clenched tightly around the billy club. The aggressor's voice was the loudest, but he could also hear muffled cries. Whispers, telling someone else to "keep quiet" if they "wanted to walk away". It was all that he'd needed to hear to transition his trajectory downward. He'd wanted a distraction, and an assault in progress had made him curse that desire. Because he knew that right now, the boy who'd seen the world in black-and-white would have to step aside.

Time to let the Devil out.

MARVELS: Streets of New York

^{_{Matthew M. Murdock ♦ Defense Attorney, Private Practice ♦ Hell's Kitchen, NYC, NY}}

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:

---

"For we walk by faith, not by sight."
2nd Corinthians, 5:7

Blinded in an accident as a child, Matt Murdock developed superhuman senses that allowed him to function with keen skills and reflexes. But when his father was murdered by a low-level gangster for refusing to throw a boxing match, Murdock's gifts were tempered by rage and a need to fight injustice. Studying law per his late father's wishes, Matt passed the bar and joined his best friend Franklin "Foggy" Nelson in opening a defense firm for the downtrodden in Hell's Kitchen, New York. Unable to quell his need to fight criminals, Matt also began operating as a masked vigilante by night - gradually shaping himself from an anonymous warrior into a figure to be feared by the underworld. Adopting the guise of the devil himself, Murdock became The Man Without Fear... Daredevil.

Both within his masked identity and outside of it, Murdock's amassed a wealth of enemies over the ten years he's been in operation, from the bloodthirsty Owl and disturbed Purple Man to the deadly assassin Bullseye. But one figure stands high above the rest as a foe in Murdock's contention: Wilson Fisk, The Kingpin of New York. Throughout their storied rivalry, Murdock and Fisk have been locked in a moral chess battle as Daredevil tirelessly works to dismantle The Kingpin's seemingly insurmountable empire. Fisk has in turn frequently targeted Murdock's loved ones and tried to destroy his life from every level systematically. Murdock has risen above every attempt much stronger, ready to fight another day, but the result has often been a stalemate that sees no certain end.

For now, they're forced to co-exist. Fisk knows Daredevil's true identity, while Murdock is slowly gathering evidence against Kingpin, unable to make a definitive move without jeopardizing everyone in his life. It's a cycle that has been simmering for years and is likely to reach it's boiling point soon - both are simply awaiting the first move.

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:

---

As a fan, I've read every Daredevil run in the comics since the early 2000's - some as recently as this week, others in my early teens. Despite being a popular character, he still feels like an unsung gem in the superhero pantheon for his catalogue of stories without any real dips in quality. So there's alot of material to pay homage to, which is what I intend to do in this game: tell a story of this seasoned crimefighter, with a rich history behind him, at a crossroads with an enemy he's never been able to master. Whether that's The Kingpin or his own soul is another question entirely.

C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:

---

The accident that blinded him gave him complete mastery over his remaining senses. With training from a mysterious warrior named Stick, he combined a formidable prowess in combat with the ability to focus his senses into an inner radar, feeding him information about the world around him that few would be able to percieve.

His notable enemies besides Kingpin include The Owl, Typhoid Mary, the ninja cult known as The Hand, The Gladiator, and especially Bullseye, who murdered both Elektra Natchios and Karen Page, Matt's greatest loves. Elektra eventually returned through ritual magic - Karen didn't, and the five years since have remained bitter for it.

His truly close allies at this point consist only of Franklin "Foggy" Nelson, his long-term business partner, and Sister Maggie, his formerly estranged mother. The relationship with both is complicated, as Matt's personal relationships always tend to be.

S A M P L E P O S T:

---

Twenty Blocks

Twenty blocks.

That had always been deeply overwhelming to him. Even as a young boy, before that life-altering accident had changed everything, he would look at the perpetual sea of buildings ahead of him and quietly marvel at the impossible scope. His mind would race ahead of his eyes and try to place a story to as many of them as he could - and within his limited imagination, some of the buildings housed just everyday people, others were home to cops and firefighters. Some of them even housed bad people, who hurt others just for fun. That was the prism from which little Matt Murdock saw the full spectrum of morality. There were the good, normal people, the people of authority, and the bad. The naive kind of thinking that was born out of religiously watching Saturday morning cartoons and being slowly read passages of the Bible by his concussion-addled father. Some days, he still yearned for that innocence.

Others still, like this one, reminded him of a cold hard reality. That there was still a degree of the innocent and the guilty, yes, but that the court of law was always going to favor those who better understood it's fragility over those who didn't. Who could mend and manipulate a set of rules that books and declarations had decided were the cornerstones of society. Whenever Matt had decided to honor his late father's wishes and study law as his major at Columbia University, a large part of his goal in undertaking such a difficult trade was to usefully challenge the ideas of black-and-white that he'd held onto. The kind that told him that because the courts and a judge had decided there was only circumstantial evidence, the murderer of Battlin' Jack Murdock couldn't be held. And that because it was the law, he had to accept that.

He never could. Try as he might, it gnawed at his soul. He'd confessed it to his priest when looking for absolution. He'd alluded to it in discussions with his best friend, the man who would become his law partner, when looking for rationality. He even had long, drawn-out arguments within the confines of his own mind when looking to talk himself out of doing something stupid with his life. And yet when push came to shove, he readily - easily - chose the path that he'd been looking for every reason to avoid. The path of blood and pain, the road of darkness and suffering. The place that would continually break him down until, Murdock feared, there'd be nothing left. Because there was no other choice. Because at the end of the day, no matter how many years had passed - no matter the contradictory fact that his sight had long since been taken from him - he was still gazing up at an unforgiving sea of twenty blocks ahead. Trying to discern which parts of them were safe and needed saving.

Which was why he found himself on a rooftop at four in the morning. For weeks, he'd been working a tenement case involving a landlord that had steadily increased rent to a couple of Hispanic descent. The man had given them every excuse in the book - that they were late with payments in the past, that their credit was declining, that a filing error had led to an overcharge. All of it was a series of lies, and the burden of proof had been on Matt to contextualize why the landlord in question, who had a history of suing tenants out of their savings with the interesting pattern of none of the defendants being white, could easily be countersued for perjury if his clients had the money to facilitate it.

An open and shut case. In law, the approximate number of those wasn't easy to determine. Had Matt wanted to wager a guess, he'd have gone for thirty percent. But this case qualified, and he felt like if this were under normal circumstances, the nature of the case's transparency could allow him to breathe easy. Yet right now he found himself somersaulting over ledges, swinging across increasingly wide gaps, feeling the brittle cold air sink into his skin like sulfuric acid eating through a wall. He wasn't just stressed about the case, he was so stressed about it that he'd gotten out of bed the night before the court date to put on a crimson blanket of armor and wade through twenty-degree winds at high speed - anything to distract himself.

Then he heard it. About seven stories below him. Hard for him to single out the noise in between a bevy of ringing phones, car horns and tires squeaking across the pavement from blocks away, and voices from every direction, but his ears always perked up whenever he heard this distinct noise: bones crunching into bones. Someone was viciously beating into someone else, and the faint scent of copper filled his nostrils the second that he turned his head.

Spilled blood.

"---gonna teach you to come into this neighborhood. This is my turf, you hear?! You hear me, you stinkin'---"

Matt's fist clenched tightly around the billy club. The aggressor's voice was the loudest, but he could also hear muffled cries. Whispers, telling someone else to "keep quiet" if they "wanted to walk away". It was all that he'd needed to hear to transition his trajectory downward. He'd wanted a distraction, and an assault in progress had made him curse that desire. Because he knew that right now, the boy who'd seen the world in black-and-white would have to step aside.

Time to let the Devil out.

MARVELS: Streets of New York

How many players are we looking at before an OOC can happen?

Master Bruce's Multiverse Of Madness

^{_{Matthew M. Murdock ♦ Defense Attorney, Private Practice ♦ Hell's Kitchen, NYC, NY}}

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:

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"For we walk by faith, not by sight."
2nd Corinthians, 5:7

Blinded in an accident as a child, Matt Murdock developed superhuman senses that allowed him to function with keen skills and reflexes. But when his father was murdered by a low-level gangster for refusing to throw a boxing match, Murdock's gifts were tempered by rage and a need to fight injustice. Studying law per his late father's wishes, Matt passed the bar and joined his best friend Franklin "Foggy" Nelson in opening a defense firm for the downtrodden in Hell's Kitchen, New York. Unable to quell his need to fight criminals, Matt also began operating as a masked vigilante by night - gradually shaping himself from an anonymous warrior into a figure to be feared by the underworld. Adopting the guise of the devil himself, Murdock became The Man Without Fear... Daredevil.

Both within his masked identity and outside of it, Murdock's amassed a wealth of enemies over the ten years he's been in operation, from the bloodthirsty Owl and disturbed Purple Man to the deadly assassin Bullseye. But one figure stands high above the rest as a foe in Murdock's contention: Wilson Fisk, The Kingpin of New York. Throughout their storied rivalry, Murdock and Fisk have been locked in a moral chess battle as Daredevil tirelessly works to dismantle The Kingpin's seemingly insurmountable empire. Fisk has in turn frequently targeted Murdock's loved ones and tried to destroy his life from every level systematically. Murdock has risen above every attempt much stronger, ready to fight another day, but the result has often been a stalemate that sees no certain end.

For now, they're forced to co-exist. Fisk knows Daredevil's true identity, while Murdock is slowly gathering evidence against Kingpin, unable to make a definitive move without jeopardizing everyone in his life. It's a cycle that has been simmering for years and is likely to reach it's boiling point soon - both are simply awaiting the first move.

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:

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As a fan, I've read every Daredevil run in the comics since the early 2000's - some as recently as this week, others in my early teens. Despite being a popular character, he still feels like an unsung gem in the superhero pantheon for his catalogue of stories without any real dips in quality. So there's alot of material to pay homage to, which is what I intend to do in this game: tell a story of this seasoned crimefighter, with a rich history behind him, at a crossroads with an enemy he's never been able to master. Whether that's The Kingpin or his own soul is another question entirely.

C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:

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The accident that blinded him gave him complete mastery over his remaining senses. With training from a mysterious warrior named Stick, he combined a formidable prowess in combat with the ability to focus his senses into an inner radar, feeding him information about the world around him that few would be able to percieve.

His notable enemies besides Kingpin include The Owl, Typhoid Mary, the ninja cult known as The Hand, The Gladiator, and especially Bullseye, who murdered both Elektra Natchios and Karen Page, Matt's greatest loves. Elektra eventually returned through ritual magic - Karen didn't, and the five years since have remained bitter for it.

His truly close allies at this point consist only of Franklin "Foggy" Nelson, his long-term business partner, and Sister Maggie, his formerly estranged mother. The relationship with both is complicated, as Matt's personal relationships always tend to be.

S A M P L E P O S T:

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Twenty Blocks

Twenty blocks.

That had always been deeply overwhelming to him. Even as a young boy, before that life-altering accident had changed everything, he would look at the perpetual sea of buildings ahead of him and quietly marvel at the impossible scope. His mind would race ahead of his eyes and try to place a story to as many of them as he could - and within his limited imagination, some of the buildings housed just everyday people, others were home to cops and firefighters. Some of them even housed bad people, who hurt others just for fun. That was the prism from which little Matt Murdock saw the full spectrum of morality. There were the good, normal people, the people of authority, and the bad. The naive kind of thinking that was born out of religiously watching Saturday morning cartoons and being slowly read passages of the Bible by his concussion-addled father. Some days, he still yearned for that innocence.

Others still, like this one, reminded him of a cold hard reality. That there was still a degree of the innocent and the guilty, yes, but that the court of law was always going to favor those who better understood it's fragility over those who didn't. Who could mend and manipulate a set of rules that books and declarations had decided were the cornerstones of society. Whenever Matt had decided to honor his late father's wishes and study law as his major at Columbia University, a large part of his goal in undertaking such a difficult trade was to usefully challenge the ideas of black-and-white that he'd held onto. The kind that told him that because the courts and a judge had decided there was only circumstantial evidence, the murderer of Battlin' Jack Murdock couldn't be held. And that because it was the law, he had to accept that.

He never could. Try as he might, it gnawed at his soul. He'd confessed it to his priest when looking for absolution. He'd alluded to it in discussions with his best friend, the man who would become his law partner, when looking for rationality. He even had long, drawn-out arguments within the confines of his own mind when looking to talk himself out of doing something stupid with his life. And yet when push came to shove, he readily - easily - chose the path that he'd been looking for every reason to avoid. The path of blood and pain, the road of darkness and suffering. The place that would continually break him down until, Murdock feared, there'd be nothing left. Because there was no other choice. Because at the end of the day, no matter how many years had passed - no matter the contradictory fact that his sight had long since been taken from him - he was still gazing up at an unforgiving sea of twenty blocks ahead. Trying to discern which parts of them were safe and needed saving.

Which was why he found himself on a rooftop at four in the morning. For weeks, he'd been working a tenement case involving a landlord that had steadily increased rent to a couple of Hispanic descent. The man had given them every excuse in the book - that they were late with payments in the past, that their credit was declining, that a filing error had led to an overcharge. All of it was a series of lies, and the burden of proof had been on Matt to contextualize why the landlord in question, who had a history of suing tenants out of their savings with the interesting pattern of none of the defendants being white, could easily be countersued for perjury if his clients had the money to facilitate it.

An open and shut case. In law, the approximate number of those wasn't easy to determine. Had Matt wanted to wager a guess, he'd have gone for thirty percent. But this case qualified, and he felt like if this were under normal circumstances, the nature of the case's transparency could allow him to breathe easy. Yet right now he found himself somersaulting over ledges, swinging across increasingly wide gaps, feeling the brittle cold air sink into his skin like sulfuric acid eating through a wall. He wasn't just stressed about the case, he was so stressed about it that he'd gotten out of bed the night before the court date to put on a crimson blanket of armor and wade through twenty-degree winds at high speed - anything to distract himself.

Then he heard it. About seven stories below him. Hard for him to single out the noise in between a bevy of ringing phones, car horns and tires squeaking across the pavement from blocks away, and voices from every direction, but his ears always perked up whenever he heard this distinct noise: bones crunching into bones. Someone was viciously beating into someone else, and the faint scent of copper filled his nostrils the second that he turned his head.

Spilled blood.

"---gonna teach you to come into this neighborhood. This is my turf, you hear?! You hear me, you stinkin'---"

Matt's fist clenched tightly around the billy club. The aggressor's voice was the loudest, but he could also hear muffled cries. Whispers, telling someone else to "keep quiet" if they "wanted to walk away". It was all that he'd needed to hear to transition his trajectory downward. He'd wanted a distraction, and an assault in progress had made him curse that desire. Because he knew that right now, the boy who'd seen the world in black-and-white would have to step aside.

Time to let the Devil out.