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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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I dunno, I may do it earlier just to screw with you.
Once the OOC thread launches, you can submit an application for review.

Speaking of which, I think we have enough to get a game going. I'll try and see about getting it up before midweek.


Ten years ago, mankind achieved first contact with a race that appeared in the skies above. They called themselves The Reach, and they seemed to be benevolent. Their only stated goal was to observe and study humanity in order to advance their own species, and openly promised to exchange technology in return for peace. After lengthy media discourse and summons by the United Nations, it seemed that Earth had generally, though tentatively, agreed to welcome the visitors from the stars. But this peace was never meant to last, as Earth's stagnant population of mutants had already experienced through prejudice and legislation introduced in the 1970's. It was only a matter of time until one side tipped off a potential war against the other. What was discovered when The Reach's true goals were scrutinized was beyond horrifying: far from content to receive Earth's technology, they had actually begun abducting scores of humans for live experimentation. And when answers were demanded of them, The Reach's true colors were revealed when their ships began openly firing upon Earth's armies. For nearly five years, an open hostage crisis gripped the planet as unwelcome visitors began to reshape all that we knew through genetic tampering: those who The Reach returned to the larger population began to experience the emergence of superhuman abilities, not unlike mutants, kicking off renewed paranoia and world-threatening danger.

It was only the arrival of The Superman that turned the tide in Earth's favor. When all seemed lost, this mysterious being with powers beyond that of mortal men intervened directly in The Reach's occupation of Washington, DC and openly fought back, freeing both the captive humans that were left and striking out at the more dangerous members of The Reach's elite guards. It was enough to send the panicked aliens to chart a course back for the stars, creating a distraction for Superman to contend with: a meta-bomb, built by harvesting the DNA of their prisoners and mixing them with samples gathered from across the galaxy. Though The Man of Steel was successful in driving The Reach off of Earth, it was too late to do anything about the bomb. While hundreds had already been irreversibly transformed by the experiments, hundreds of thousands more were bathed in cosmic radiation and gene-altering chemicals. Despite the best efforts of humanity and it's newest champion, the age of the metahuman was born.

Billionaire Maxwell Lord refused to accept this as humanity's destiny. Having been the most outspoken critic of The Reach from the beginning, Lord held vehemently anti-powered views that had become controversial in the modern landscape. But with The Reach's treachery revealed and the meta-bomb's devastation widespread, Max seemed considerably more rational than originally thought. Campaigning against politicians whom he criticized as ineffectual in handling the crisis, Lord's rhetoric was loud and clear: an Earth for humans, no matter the cost. When announcing his bid for President of the United States, his win was already projected to be a landslide. The formality of the actual election simply confirmed what many feared.

With the ruthless Amanda Waller chosen as his VP and Hungarian diplomat Ophelia Sarkissian wed out of political convenience to become First Lady, President Lord began to assemble a like-minded cabinet of those who would enact his vision of a world where humanity was still above those who had climbed the evolutionary chain. Establishing The Agency as the answer to a post-Reach CIA, military checkpoints have been unilaterally set up in Washington aswell as the cities of New York, Metropolis, Gotham, Coast, Gateway, Star, and Central, with more promised to come in an effort to contain the superhuman populace.

On the world stage, metahumans and mutants have never been less welcome. Lord's plans have jeopardized a sizable portion of the population. But they aren't going down without a fight.

This is Ultimate One Universe: Resistance.

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Most of you know the gist by now. This is a canon-based RP of superheroes from both DC Comics and Marvel Comics combined into a shared reality, where players can openly reinvent backstories of legendary characters and play them in a collaborative sandbox. This particular version of it is centered on the fight between costumed superheroes and a tyrannical government looking to outlaw superhumans, so players will have to face half a populace that doesn't necessarily welcome them as saviors ontop of their regular fights against costumed supervillains.

Per the usual, DC and Marvel only.

Heroes and anti-heroes are applicable, outright villains not so much.

All other Guild rules apply.

What comics has everyone been reading lately? I've been really into the Absolute run of DC comics, and I've been making my way through Chris Rost's Red Robin run!


Of the comics I've been reading monthly, I've really latched onto the new Ultimate stuff over at Marvel, the Absolute books except Batman, and Batman: Dark Patterns, a new-ish ongoing.
I'm still here. Dick at the ready.
I'm not really a listens to music while writing guy, even though 50% of my personality is made up of playing bass, building pedalboards and now learning the drums.


Oh, neither am I. I find any sort of sound while I'm writing to be distracting.
This place is a ghost town, so let's liven it up: What's a song you would associate with your character?

For me, Robin's mindset is currently this. He's in a low-key fight-or-flight mode where, if he isn't fighting or training to fight, he's lost in a world of regret for how things ended up with his former life. He wants to find a new home with the Titans, but past the bravado that comes with working in the field, his mind keeps trying to justify going back to Gotham.



Typical Male Wonder, telling the woman to do the work while he has all the fun. No wonder people call him Dick.

Titans Together! #1.22
Interaction(s): Green Lantern - @Hillan, Martian - @Half Pint
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"Ice to meet you, Titans."

The three had barely arrived on the scene before the situation escalated from ensuring that civilians made it out of Cinderblock's aftershock to actively preventing them from suffering at the hands of his jailbreaker. As Icicle Jr's initial wave of artic blasts pelted against Green Lantern's personal energy shield, Robin and Martian leaped out of the way of a stray blast that the two had initially thought was meant for them - only for it to encapsulate the area surrounding the civillians that Rayner had just pulled out of a collasping building. A few were immediately frozen solid, while others screamed as giant icicles sprang out of the concrete in a stalagmite formation. The few who were caught in the direct path of ice tried to dodge the coming wave of razor-sharp spikes, only to end up pinned against a partially collapsed wall as the ice rose several feet above the ground. Having landed following a roll, Robin gritted his teeth as Icicle Jr's gleeful laughter managed to drown out the sounds of the chaos. Placing two of his fingers to the back panel of his utility belt, his hand readily accepted the spring-loaded Bird-a-rangs from within a hidden compartment.

He knew that what he was about to do was dangerous. Icicle Jr. was a known metahuman, the successor to a nasty character that an elder group of heroes had dealt with on many occasions. Dick had only skimmed that clown's profile in the files of The Batcomputer when he was studying potential superpowered threats, an idea that had come to him following his initial run-in with Clayface. Being alot younger at the time, Grayson had just assumed the original Icicle was something of a joke - even largely seen by Wally as something of a poor man's Captain Cold - and thought nothing of him since. Muttering a curse for the arrogance of his youth, Robin forced the thought to the back of his mind. It didn't matter how dangerous the newcomer was - people were in immediate danger, and if Icicle wasn't thrown off his guard quickly, someone could easily die. Breaking into a sprint towards the villain, Robin looked over his shoulder at his now hovering teammate.


"Martian, handle the civilians. You could free them faster than anything I've got. I'll cover you while GL's getting a second wind."

Icicle Jr. quickly spotted the approaching former Boy Wonder and grinned. Probably assumed that he'd be the easiest of the three to dispatch, and Robin didn't necessarily disagree. Which is why he had to rely on years of training that taught him the value of using an opponent's ability to underestimate him. It had happened far too many times in Gotham. Even The Penguin had taken one look at the boy in red and green tights and laughed during their first encounter, making a crack about how the scary Bat had taken to working with a multi-colored nestling. One broken nose and fractured rib later, and Cobblepot had suddenly lost his mirth. Dodging the initial retaliatory blast that Icicle shot his way, Robin was determined to repeat history.

Tossing six Bird-a-rangs at his current obstacle, Robin leapt into a hangspring and flicked the button on his gauntlet that released both halves of his bo-staff. As he somersaulted into the air, watching Icicle become momentarily distracted by having to freeze the metal projectiles aimed directly for his extremities, Robin then connected the two ends and shot the completed staff into the pavement, propelling him higher into the air while he launched into a pole vault. Icicle had already managed to spin around by the time that the "Squire" landed hunched atop a street lamp above him.

"Heh, that's really all you got? I thought you Gotham boys liked to play rough!"

Before Robin could let out a retort, Icicle raised a hand and blasted another beam of sub-zero energy. But The Caped Crusader's ex-protege didn't seem particularly phased, spinning the staff in one hand and retrieving a line attached to a hook in the other as he stepped back and dropped from the lamp. As the metal beam above him was encapsulated in thick ice, Robin revealed that the line was still attached - now even more firmly so by Icicle's blast - before diving into an immediate swing. Placing the soles of his boots high into the air, the former Boy Wonder effectively dropkicked Icicle in the face. Sending the villain staggering for a moment, Robin pushed off of him and vaulted in the opposite direction, twisting his body so that his staff connected hard against the back of Icicle's skull.

"Against The Nepo Sno-cone? Hardly seems worth the effort."

Robin smirked as Icicle growled at that, angrily rubbing the back of his blue-skinned head. In his head, Grayson was still evaluating the amount of distance that it had taken to properly distract Icicle enough to pull off his little maneuver. He had barely thrown the Bird-a-rangs from four feet away, which had only managed to distract his target for three and a half seconds. If he really wanted to get Icicle to focus on him and forget the civilians, and potentially even lose sight of what his teammates were doing, he'd have to dig deeper into that wounded pride.

"What's with you cold types and puns, anyway? Was there a convention? Because this is coming from the kid who used to wear pixie boots: it's never worked."

Icicle narrowed his gaze at the mocking protege. "Careful, birdie. Despite appearances, I've got less chill than you think."

Robin responded by vaulting forward and launching an additional eight Bird-a-rangs at him.

"If that was supposed to disprove my point, I've got news."

In a sweeping flash of light, the eight projectiles were rendered useless as they dropped from the air and shattered as balls of ice. Icicle sprinted forward with an outstretched hand, ready to turn Robin into a human popsicle before he could make his next move. What the cold-themed attacker didn't realize was what remained hidden in the former Boy Wonder's hand: a collection of small flash grenades. Icicle had just managed to get within range to flash-freeze the vigilante before he was hit in the face with enough lumons to blind his corneas for ninety seconds. Screaming out in pain, the villain grabbed at his face as he slipped, hitting the side of a nearby car.

He wasn't out by any means. But he was angry.

And Robin's experience, anger always lead to sloppiness.


"Lantern! Martian! I've bought you a minute!"
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