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DC Universe: Genesis - Justice For All

Excuse the fuck out of you and your entire bloodline.

@Hillan

DC Universe: Genesis - Justice For All

@Bounce Dude, sorry for what? It's a good sheet. Any sheet that includes Mogo, best boi Lantern, gets my vote. Also, i'm pretty sure that, among other reasons, the fact that one of the GM's wants to play the legacy i'm looking to play already sealed the fate of my sheet as a reject. Still, i'm holding out hope, because, at the end of the day, it's a story that i am very confident that i can keep a decent writing and posting pace with, which seems to be a very important factor in RP's like this.

And in any case, reading your sheet, with the way my story actually goes, we're actually not incompatible. Specifically because, i did plan for the Lantern corps to be a thing like in your sheet and since your not on Earth, it doesn't actually contradict anything i plan to do with Hal.

MAJOR SPOILERS FOR MY LANTERN STORY

All of the Lantern Corps still exist, Despero is using Sinestro's and the Lanterns he's trying to create on Earth in a Machiavellian scheme for ultimate power. Discovering and going to meet the rest of the Corps was going to be the second big story arc after the first on Earth has concluded. So long as, after Kai leaves Earth he doesn't come back in any big fashion until the end of that first Arc, there's no reason we can't both exist. And because the Starheart isnt technically a Green Lantern ring, being based on Magic rather than Will energy, my story can easily explains away why they dont catch onto the con with Alan's existance.

GM's allowing, i'm happy to PM you and hash out what characters we each plan to use and what timeframe we plan to use them in and come to a mutual agreement in which we can both play the story we want and maybe even enhance each others stories because of it.

Honestly, the only immediate compatibility issue I can see is the GM's probably not wanting 3 different Green Lantern stories on the go at the same time.

DC Universe: Genesis - Justice For All

The Lanterns

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T P R O P O S A L

The Green Lantern

^{_{Hal Jordan ♦ Student ♦ Coast City ♦ The Lanterns}}

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

^{"It isn't easy being Green... Oh wait..."}

This version of Hal is a bit younger, having grown up on the streets of Coast City, he has been in and out of foster homes since he can remember. His father was a test-pilot for the US Airforce, his mother, he doesn't remember anything about. He was always getting into trouble with Officer Stewart, who always tried to keep him on the straight and narrow. It worked for the most part. Hal is known as a sort of Homeless hero, always leaping to the rescue of other homeless that get attacked. Hal has never had a home or anyone to really cling onto as a parent figure. All he can do is keep surviving until he hits 16, when he's allowed to follow his father into the Air Force.

Then, one day he gets a magic ring, and then a man called Sinestro came into his life. Sinestro tells him of the power of the ring, tells him that it is one of 7, Green, Gold, Blue, Indigo, Pink, Orange and Red. He was previously on a team with the other 6 Lanterns, but they were defeated by the Intergalactic Warlord Despero. All he could do was flee to an unknown world and regroup. The Green ring chose Hal and now they need to work together to recover the other 5 rings, lest they fall into the hands of evil.

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:

Hal is a good man that just wants what everyone else seems to have. He wants a family and the power to protect that family. When Sinestro comes into his life, suddenly, he has a father-figure who can teach him about the world, who can care for him and he can care for. He has a school and he has friends, he has a roof over his head. He has these things now and with the power ring, he's going to make sure nobody can take that away from him or anyone else.

But, in order to do that, he needs to find the other rings. They have been scattered across the planet and, according to Sinestro, are laying dormant until they can find someone to latch onto and grant power to. However Despero is on the way and he has an army and advanced Vanguard, alreaady scowering the planet for the rings. If he gets his hands on them, then he will use their power, combined with his own immense dark magics known as "The Pyre" to conquer the universe.

No matter what other stories i try to write, i keep coming back to this idea of a young Hal trying to find his way in the universe with his guide being a man that every other version of him has had their trust shattered by. I really want the opportunity to explore their relationship both as allies as well as, eventually, enemies.

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

Like all heroes, he is only as good as the people around him and the obstacles he overcomes, a quick list of the people you should know about to begin with:

Allies

Thaal Sinestro

Sinestro is the Gold Lantern from the far-off world of Korugar. He was the leader of the Lanterns, a group of people wielding the 7 Rings of Power. Sinestro keeps his background vague, dodging questions about it, claiming his past to be "Too painful to talk about now. Maybe another day." On earth, he uses the alias Thomas Sinclaire.

Carol Ferris

Another of his friends is Carol Ferris, daughter of Carlos Ferris, president of Ferris Industries. 2 years older than him, who he has had an on-again-off-again relationship with since he was sent to a rich foster family living next door to her. He didn't stay with them long, because of how strict their rules were. He still hangs around with Carol sometimes, though her parents hate him.

John Stewart

Somewhat a mentor to Hal, Detective John Stewart, an Veteran from Desert Storm who, after the war, came home and enrolled in the police. He has been looking out for Hal ever since he transferred to the CCPD.

Hector Hammond

Hals only other friend is a petty criminal by the name of Hector Hammond. Hammond is a little fish with big idea's, that he will some day become one of the great heroes of the world, robbing from the rich and giving to the poor. Mostly, it just boils down to him ripping off rich old people with Pyramid scheme's. Hal has had to protect him from angry loan-sharks on more than one occasion.

Dexter

Hal's pet cat from his time on the streets. He found him hiding, shivering and afraid, but Dex warmed up to Hal after he gave him food and drink and someone to snuggle up to for warmth. Dex comes and goes as he pleases, but he hates almost everyone but Hal. He's not sure why, but it might be to do with the scars he has on his body. He's fiercely protective of Hal.

Enemies

Despero

Intergalactic warlord and pirate. Claims to be the rightful ruler of the universe. He commands an immense warship known as Eye of Darkness. Despero's background is shrouded in mystery, but what is known is that he possesses a mean-streak a mile long and is immensely charismatic and is known for his great acts of benevolence, saving whole planets from the brink of extinction, whilst attacking defenseless Thanagarian and Tamaranian merchant vessels. He has been around for quite some time, even being known to have scuffles with the old Kryptonian Grand fleet from time to time. He is an excellent military strategist and a powerful warrior, wielding immense powers known as "The Pyre" The full extent of its power is unknown.

Known Powers:
The Pyre (A mysterious power that nobody is quite sure of the extent of. All that is known is that it is some kind of magic)
Telepathy (When his third eye opens, he can hear the thoughts of anyone he looks at, can see into their very soul, can even control them if their mind is weak enough)
Energy Projection (He can shoot energy beams from all 3 of his eyes)

Lyssa Drak

The mysterious and stunningly beautiful right-hand of Despero. Lyssa is a powerful sorceress, who gets all of her magic from the mysterious book that she always carries with her.

Known Powers:
Sorcery (Lyssa wields immense plumes of golden magics that sprout from her book.)
Future-Sight (Lyssa can predict the future with varying degree's of accuracy.)

Larfleeze

Larfleeze is one of Despero's Lieutenants. Nobody knows where this beast came from or what it has been through to get here. All that is known is that he wears an orange uniform with logo of the Orange Power Ring on his shoulder. He is immensely strong and fast, and is one of the most deadly hand-to-hand combatants in the known universe. He uses a large arsenal of weapons that he has collected from fallen foes.

Known Powers:
Super Strength
Super Durability
Super Longevity (It's unknown exactly how old he is, but records show evidence of his existance 1,000,000 years ago.)

Shark

Shark is a strange one. He is a ruthless, unstoppable killing machine that never says a word. He simply follows any order that Despero gives him to the letter. He is one of Despero's most notorious henchmen.

Known Powers:
Super Strength
Super Durability
Super Stamina
Waterbreathing

Doctor Polaris

The self-proclaimed "Master of Magnetism" Polaris was a former warlord of his planet. When he saw that the planet was dying, he put his best minds to work on a suit that would allow him to save them all by harnessing the planets magnetic poles to do his bidding. The suit was completed, but too late. As he began to use the magnetic field of the planet to guide it away from the sun, his time ran out and he saw death coming for his entire planet. Despero and his ships arrived just in time and saved as many as they could. Polaris' people were moved to a new planet. Polaris, in return, pledged his undying loyalty to Despero.

Known Powers:
Magnetic Control (Polaris is able to use his magnetic powers to control metal, shape it to his whim, even make it explode. This can be interfered with when exposed to extreme heat. If he concentrates, he can create a localised magnetic storm, completely disrupting all electricity in the area and rendering most machines inoperable.)

Paibok

A White Martian working for Despero as one of his Lieutenants. After the culling of his people at the hands of the Green Martians, he infiltraded Despero's ranks in order to influence him into invading Mars and culling the Greens. He, however, had no idea that Despero's Pyre gave him the ability to read minds and he was immediately captured. Despero, however, was very understanding about Paibok's predicament and took the Eye of Darkness to Mars in order to slaughter them, but found that someone had beat him to the punch and the red planet was entirely dead. Still, Paibok holds a deep seated hatred for anything green that comes from that red planet.

Known Powers:
Super Strength
Super Durability
Super Stamina
Flight
Perfect Shapeshifting
Powerful Psionics
Superspeed

S A M P L E P O S T:

It had been a good day for Officer Stewart. Nothing particularly bad had happened. Special Victims was usually a hellish beat, full of rape victims and abused children, but today had been good. One of his "Victims" kidnap victims had turned out to be a hoax from a dissatisfied foster child (Best possible outcome) He had finally gotten a search warrant for a pedophile's house and best of all, the lady at the sandwich shop slipped an extra gherkin into his sandwich without charging. Walking into the station, he nodded to the secretary and smiled as he headed to the elevator. Getting inside, he breathed a sigh of relief. It was going to be a quiet evening of paperwork, the best kind. The lift played the latest cheesy top-40's pop song that had been annoying him for the last 2 months, but he was determined to not let that spoil a perfectly good day. The door opened and he saw, charging towards him, a beaten and bloodied teen. "4532! GET THAT KID!!!" Yelled another officer. 4532 was the code for escaped suspect. Stewart lunged forward, spearing the kid almost out of his shoes and getting him on the ground.

"OOOOOOOH!!!" The kid wheezed "Ya got me..." John began to get up, before realizing who it was he had just brutally tackled.

"Hal?" He asked.

"Sorry, officer, i didn't get the plates..." He groaned as a pair of officers ran up and turned him over, putting cuffs on him.

"Look, Hal, i'm sorry, instincts. Look, boys, what did he do?" He asked. One of the officers looked at John.

"Vigilantism, Theft and resisting arrest."

"Ok, i did 1 and 3, but-" John glared at Hal

"NOT ANOTHER WORD!!!" He grunted. "I'll book him in, i'll get him talking. For the love of god, tell me you read him Miranda?" He asked. The officers nodded. "Again, Hal?" He asked as he pushed Hal towards the booking office.

****

Hal sat in the interrogation room, looking around at the four walls and the 2-way mirror. He had a pair of bloodied tissues up his nose, blood dried on his forehead and a blackening eye and an ice-pack on his head. "COME ON!!! I DON'T HAVE ALL DAY!!!" He yelled. The door opened and John walked in.

"For crying out loud, Hal, what did you do this time?" He asked, walking over and sitting down. Hal just stared.

"Look-"

"Hal, i can't keep protecting you like this. Vigilantism, despite what the Media would have you believe is a crime."

"Bu-"

"Hal, look at me!" John ordered. Hal looked him in the eye. "Theft? That's not something i ca-"

"No!" Hal slammed his fist on the table. "Look, i have done a lot of terrible things in my 15 years on this planet, but i have NEVER stolen anything from anyone!"

"The officer who you lifted the keys from in that Steve McQueen impression begs to differ-"

"Besides the point, i didn't steal anything other than that today" He sighed.

"The report says that you were found with an... Emerald ring?" John asked.

"Yep, and i didn't steal it." Hal replied, burying his face in his hands.

"You found it?" Laughed John.

"Nope..." Hal replied. "It found me." John stared at him with a face that said Well, that's a new one for me "Yeah, i wouldn't believe me either..." He groaned. "But i've got proof." John continued to stare, his poker face not relenting. "That ring was put in evidence, correct?" John flicked through the report.

"Yyyyyyyyes." He replied.

"Then would you kindly explain why it's in my pocket?" He asked, pulling it out of his pocket. John got up and instinctively grabbed a handkerchief from his pocket and closed it around the ring in Hal's hand. .

"THE HELL DID YOU DO!?!?!?" He roared. "YOU BROKE INTO EVIDENCE?!?!?" John was clearly fuming, despite Hal not changing his face.

"Nope, i was locked to that chair for half an hour, then i got the keys and immediately bolted for the door. I never had any time to break into evidence. Plus, how many locks are on that door?" He asked. John's face was now just confused. "Alright, now put it in your pocket and walk out..." He said. John was confused, but complied, wrapping up the ring, he put it in his pocket, before walking out. He then looked in through the mirror and saw Hal hold up his hand, dangling the ring in it. John stormed back in.

"How did you do that?" He growled.

"Magic." John looked at him with angered disbelief this time. "Alright, let me tell you the story."

****

2 Hours Ago

Hal walked down an alley on his way back to his current squat, whistling. It was a little cold at this time of the year. He heard someone yelling around the corner and immediately set off at a run. Rounding the corner, he saw an old man being beaten by a man whilst the other one grabbed his wallet. "Hey, leave him alone." The 2 men looked at him, one of them grabbed a pipe. "You want to take on someone, try me, i got more cash than him." Hal yelled. The 2 men ran towards him, Hal ran towards them as well.

Dodging under a swing from the pipe, Hal pressed his feet firmly on the ground, before pressing forward and lunging into the mans chest, tackling him to the ground. As he leaned up and punched the man he tackled across the face, he was grabbed from behind, under his arms. He instinctively went limp, letting his hands flail a little as he tried to slip through the grasp, but it was futile and he was dragged off, before the man he tackled got back up and punched him in the face, before grabbing the pipe and delivering one last blow, leaving Hal on the floor, blood spirting from his forehead, he coughed heavily, a hoarse cough. He tried to crawl to the wall, trying to get up.

"STAY DOWN!" The man called, smacking the pipe into Hal's back and he fell down the wall, before trying to get up again. "Tell you what, this kid doesn't quit. Think you're fucking Hercules or something?" He asked. He tried to get up again as the pipe went into the back of his skull, smacking his nose into brick, he fell down coughing again, this time, a little vomit came out. Blood spraying from his nose. Hal tried to get up again, the world going dark. Then suddenly bright.

"So this is what death feels like..." He giggled in his throes. Then it went Green "Wait, that's different..." Suddenly, everthing felt good... The pain started to melt away.

"HAL JORDAN, I SENSE GREAT WILL IN YOUR HEART! SAY THE OATH AND JOIN OUR RANKS!!!"

Hal opened his mouth as his eyes started to glow

"In Brightest Day, In Blackest Night
No Evil Shall Escape My Sight
Let Those Who Worship Evil's Might
Beware My Power, Green Lantern's Light!!!"

Hal suddenly was stood, staring at the men, his clothes were different. One of the Men began to run. Hal put his hand forward and, bursting from the ring, was a giant hand that streamed forward and wrapped around the man, before pulling him back and hitting his partner in crime with him. The two men sprawled onto the floor. One got up and swung the pipe at him, A Green sword appeared and shattered the pipe in his hands, before another fist appeared and the mugger was down for the count. Hal stood shaking, he looked at his hand and saw the green ring. He pulled it off and the light disappeared, his clothes going back to the bloody, slightly vomit-soiled mess they were previously. At that point, a pair of police rushed into the alley.

"DROP YOUR WEAPONS!" Yelled one of them, pointing his gun at them. Hal threw the ring down and one of the cops grabbed it with a handkerchief and put it into a ziplock bag, before cuffing Hal. "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can be used against you in court. You have the right to talk to a lawyer for advice before we ask you any questions..."

****

John stared at him again. "What the fuck was that?" He asked.

"Well, if you let me put the ring on, i can prove it-"

"NO!" John grabbed Hal's hand. "Do NOT put that on... Look, i don't know if it is Magic or not, but if you put that on then there's nothing i can do to protect you..." John buried his face in his hands "Alright... Here's the deal... I can reduce the Vigilantism to Defense of Another, i can get the Theft dropped, but you shouldn't have run. Resisting Arrest is only a Misdemeanor, so nothing that will keep you out of the Military, but i will need to turn you over to your foster parents-"

"No deal!" Hal yelped.

"It's that or bye-bye Air-Force." John growled. Hal flexed his fingers in thought.

"What if-"

"You don't get it, do you?" Asked John "There's no negotiation in this, i'm handing you a Get-Out-Of-Jail-Free card. You can take it or leave it."

"I can't go back to them..." Hal groaned. "My "Dad" is going to kill me because i set his weed plants on fire."

"Weed as in..."

"Cannabis, Ganja, Kush, Hash, whatever you call it, smokey-feel-good." John stared daggers at Hal.

"If you're lying-"

"It's Bye-Bye Air-Force, i know." Hal leaned back and crossed his arms. John got up and walked to the door, looking out and seeing that nobody was watching. He walked back to the desk and sat down.

"Mention this ring to no-one. There are some fucked up stories going around with what happens to people with things like that..."

"What about the other guys, they'll say i-"

"It was one of these other costumed wackjobs that are crawling out of the damn woodwork... Claim it was anyone else, do not let anyone else know who you are and what you can do. In the meantime... I'm going to get on to investigating your fosters. You'll be held in custody whilst we decide the next course of action." He got up and walked out. "Chin up..." He replied, as he was closing the door.

****

2 weeks later

Hal sat in an office. Today was the day that he would meet his new Foster parents. He sat at the desk and let out a sigh. He was already making plans for an escape. The door opened. "Hal, this is Thomas." the Social Worker said. "We know that you have had a real problem with multiple authority figures, so we thought that a single parent might be more your speed." The man that walked in was not what Hal expected.

"Hello, Hal. It's nice to meet you." The man said with an emotionless face. "Can we have a moment alone?" He asked. The Social worked smiled and nodded, before leaving the room. Thomas walked over to the door and made sure the woman wasn't looking in. She had gone to get a coffee "Alright, Hal, let me level with you, i'm not a foster parent." He said.

"Thank god?" Hal asked with a confused expression. "Or is this one of those "Waking up in a bathtub full of ice without my liver" things?" Thomas stared at him, not understanding what he was saying.

"I'm like you." He said, completely ignoring what Hal had just asked. He showed him the Golden Ring

"I... Don't know..."

"In brightest day, in blackest night..." Thomas said.

"You know? Are you a Green Lantern too?" He asked.

"No, you are THE Green Lantern. I'm the Gold Lantern."

"Gold is so much cooler than green..." Hal sighed.

"I was the leader of the Lanterns until recently, when your predecessor was killed. The Rings look for those most worthy to wield them. You have been chosen. If you want to know more, then you tell that social worker that you're happy to come home with me... If you want me to take the ring and give it to someone else, give you your life back, I can do that... Your choice." For Hal, time stopped. What the hell was he supposed to do? If he went with this man then he was opening up the pandora's box that he couldn't close... The door opened and Hal launched himself into Thomas' arms, embracing him in a hug.

"I love you, daddy!" He yelled. The Social Worker dropped her coffee.

Three DC Comics RPGs, one game. Which moves forward? You decide!

Number 2 looks like fun. Hope this takes off in any case.

Mobile Suit Gundam: Anthem - CLOSED, due to drop outs

Sorry, i was interested, i've just been super busy due to my company circling the drain due the Government fucking me with my relief. If you wanna continue, do let me know.

Mobile Suit Gundam: Anthem - CLOSED, due to drop outs

Sorry about how long that took, was really busy getting my shop back up after 3 months indoors.

Mobile Suit Gundam: Anthem - CLOSED, due to drop outs

The infinite black void of space stretching out. The utter weightlessness. Despite the fact that he was hurtling through space at thousands of miles per hour, he was, nonetheless... Still. Floating here... Even though he knew that, no matter where he went, Earths Gravity acted on him, he still felt free of it. He looked around. "Munch, get back to work!" He heard through his suits comms as he turned back to his job, running his painting strip along the large letters that was Shadowfax's nameplate. As he continued to buff up the plate, he began to feel a little less easy with the situation. Suddenly, he got another message through the channel. "Munch, get to your Mobile Suit. We've got movement." As he turned to go inside, he could have swore he saw a flash out the corner of his eye.

Making his way through the ship, he quickly got to the changing room to change from a Normal Suit into a Flight Suit, far less bulky, but offered less protection against space debris. Finally, he made his way to the launch pad, looking at the suits stomping around was always a surreal moment, as the hangar was depreassurized. As he stood, he could feel the rumbling rythmically pulsating through the superstructure with every step the metal gods before him made their way to the catapult. But, he couldn't hear them. He could only hear the people cattering through the comms to each other. He then spotted it at the back of the room. His Dijeh. Created by Karaba in their war with the Federation, they had been refitted for use in Space during the Laplus incident, when the Federation needed every suit they had to get into space and find the box. Now, it was just used for patrolling. He did take comfort in the fact that the mobile suits chief test-pilot and designer was the great Amuro Ray. As he booted up the cockpit, he got a good view of everything around him, just in time to see Dren board the Catapult and get launched into space. He pressed his foot into the peddle, bringing the mighty foot forward and the other followed soon after. Stepping onto the catapult, he pressed his comm. "Gregory Munchhausen, Ready for Sortie." He said, before the suit was launched into the black void. Following after the others, just in time for them to see all hell breaking loose around them. He listened to the orders being handed down.

"Gelgoogs, what the hell do they think those Antique's are going to do?" He laughed. He was in the equivalent question of "What if Amuro had designed the Gelgoog" There was no way he was about to lose to them. "Roger, Youngster, moving to engage." He registered. As the agile Dijeh launched towards the interlopers, it's own Mono-eye glowing a bright emerald. Getting close, he saw the Vulcan rounds hit and bounce off of one of the Gelgoogs, wildly richochetting. "Oh, Armour improvements." He said, before the Beam-Rifle folded up it's it's holding position on the shoulder and he drew the Naginata, igniting both ends, he brought it for a slash, but the Marine was was also quick with it's own, igniting it and parrying, before forcing Greg into taking a few carefully planned thrusts backwards with the engines. "Oh, some improvements?" He asked, before forcing himself fowards, slashing a few more times, again, opening with the Vulcans to try and force him to protect that sensitive eye on his head.

Mobile Suit Gundam: Anthem - CLOSED, due to drop outs

Gregory Munchhausen

Name: Gregory Munchhausen (Gregorovich Tal Landry)
Nickname: Youngster
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Social Status: Spacenoid
Appearance:



Greg is 5'8, with shoulder length black hair and almost olive coloured skin. He tends to wear baggy clothes when not in his suit. He also is never seen without his pendant around his neck.

Mobile Suit: MSK-008 Dijeh

Positive Personality traits:

• Strong willed
• Determined
• Quick thinking
• Strong supporter of the Federation (Even if he thinks great change is needed within)

Negative Personality traits:

• Bullheaded
• A little too trusting and naive
• Supports Earth Decolonization (And will defend this belief)
• Overconfident at times.

Short history/personality blurb: Although the Zabi family was popular among the people of Side 3, not all of the noble houses truely sided with them, or any of the other pretenders to the throne. One such family was the Landry's. Oh yes, for show, they would throw their hands up and yell "SEIG ZEON!" along with the rest of the deluded masses and throw their money behind the war for independence, they all did what they had to in order to survive under the tyrannical fist of Gihren, puppeting his depressed and ashamed father who sat on the throne. The truth was that, to begin with, yes, they had been quite close with the Zabi's, being one of the many inner circle families, alongside the Ral's. When Degwin took Naliss Landry as his wife, the two families were inseparably linked. Even if the rest of the family disapproved of her choices. When her Naliss' father, who fiercely and loudly clashed heads with Degwin, died surrounded by mysterious circumstances, Ptolemy Ent Landry took over as head of the family and did his best to steer it clear of the Zabi's, but continue to support Deikun in his campgain. The families came together once more with the sad passing of Naliss, giving birth to Zabi heir Garma. Old hatchets were buried with the soil of grief and a neutrality descended upon the two families. When Zeon died, leaving Degwin as a successor, the writing was on the wall "fall in line or fall into your grave." Even though the suspicions surrounded the Landry's of not truly supporting Zeon. Degwin had them placed under special exemption from Gihren and Kcylia's wrath. One final show of gratitude to the family who gave him his wife that he loved so much.

As countless perished within the fortress of A Baoa Qu, over at Side 3, life was taking its first views upon the world. Gregorovich Tal Landry, born on the eve of Zeon Surrender, grew up in a Zeon that had been brought entirely under the Federations boot-heel and existed as merely a puppet-state with Federation advisors having the true power. He didn't resent them for this, after all, he didn't know any better. His father clearly resented this, but accepted that, at least he no longer had to hail to the insane machinations of Gihren. Side 3 was used as a development center, using captured Zeon scientists to develop new Mobile Suits for the Federation and their Titans task-force. Gregorovich was able to stay mostly out of harms way as he watched the old remnants of Zeon flare up time and again under newer and even more insane leaders. Karn, Toto... Eventually, Aznable, who came back to side 3 and was welcomed as a conquering hero. Gregorovich couldn't help but be swept up in the wave of patriotism, too young to fight, but he was on the streets waving the banner and welcoming Casval as he came to lead the Earthnoids to space against their will. Gregorovich entered into the Junior Mobile Suit Pilots club, quickly becoming intimately familiar with the use of a Mobile Suit. Of course, Casval's reign didn't last long and Zeon was, once again, smacked back down and put under the Federations jackboot. But Gregorovich didn't resent this. Far from it. Seeing the Axis event on television, the majesty of the green glow that saved Earth, the mortality of the Red Comet being finally brought front and center... Things changed. Patriotism replaced with compassion. Gregorovich had grown up not resenting the Earth, then had found himself swept up in a riot and when it was over, had taken a long, hard look at himself and decided that Zeon was a name best left dead and buried. Every time someone brought up the name, either millions perished and suffered, or they almost did.

When the Federation came calling for pilots during the Sleeves incident, Gregorovich dropped his name and lied about his age to sign up to the Zeon Colonial Forces drafted to quickly deal with the Sleeves threat. Already having been piloting simple mobile suits for the last 3 years, he seemed like a natural when it came to piloting the real ones. He never really had a chance to prove himself in full combat, but his simulated tests rated him highly. When Rebirth Zeon made themselves known, he was chosen as a representative from Side 3 to join the mission to find and destroy them, the higher ups thought it would play better for the media to have an actual Zeon citizen in the team. Of course, Gregory saw no problems with this, he was going to work his way up the ranks and effect change on the Federation from the inside, at the same time, he was going to put down the elements of Zeon that were the cause of all of the suffering in the wars.

Win-Win.

Mobile Suit Gundam: Anthem - CLOSED, due to drop outs

Gregory Munchhausen

Name: Gregory Munchhausen (Gregorovich Tal Landry)
Nickname: Youngster
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Social Status: Spacenoid
Appearance:



Greg is 5'8, with shoulder length black hair and almost olive coloured skin. He tends to wear baggy clothes when not in his suit. He also is never seen without his pendant around his neck.

Mobile Suit: MSK-008 Dijeh

Positive Personality traits:

• Strong willed
• Determined
• Quick thinking
• Strong supporter of the Federation (Even if he thinks great change is needed within)

Negative Personality traits:

• Bullheaded
• A little too trusting and naive
• Supports Earth Decolonization (And will defend this belief)
• Overconfident at times.

Short history/personality blurb: Although the Zabi family was popular among the people of Side 3, not all of the noble houses truely sided with them, or any of the other pretenders to the throne. One such family was the Landry's. Oh yes, for show, they would throw their hands up and yell "SEIG ZEON!" along with the rest of the deluded masses and throw their money behind the war for independence, they all did what they had to in order to survive under the tyrannical fist of Gihren, puppeting his depressed and ashamed father who sat on the throne. The truth was that, to begin with, yes, they had been quite close with the Zabi's, being one of the many inner circle families, alongside the Ral's. When Degwin took Naliss Landry as his wife, the two families were inseparably linked. Even if the rest of the family disapproved of her choices. When her Naliss' father, who fiercely and loudly clashed heads with Degwin, died surrounded by mysterious circumstances, Ptolemy Ent Landry took over as head of the family and did his best to steer it clear of the Zabi's, but continue to support Deikun in his campgain. The families came together once more with the sad passing of Naliss, giving birth to Zabi heir Garma. Old hatchets were buried with the soil of grief and a neutrality descended upon the two families. When Zeon died, leaving Degwin as a successor, the writing was on the wall "fall in line or fall into your grave." Even though the suspicions surrounded the Landry's of not truly supporting Zeon. Degwin had them placed under special exemption from Gihren and Kcylia's wrath. One final show of gratitude to the family who gave him his wife that he loved so much.

As countless perished within the fortress of A Baoa Qu, over at Side 3, life was taking its first views upon the world. Gregorovich Tal Landry, born on the eve of Zeon Surrender, grew up in a Zeon that had been brought entirely under the Federations boot-heel and existed as merely a puppet-state with Federation advisors having the true power. He didn't resent them for this, after all, he didn't know any better. His father clearly resented this, but accepted that, at least he no longer had to hail to the insane machinations of Gihren. Side 3 was used as a development center, using captured Zeon scientists to develop new Mobile Suits for the Federation and their Titans task-force. Gregorovich was able to stay mostly out of harms way as he watched the old remnants of Zeon flare up time and again under newer and even more insane leaders. Karn, Toto... Eventually, Aznable, who came back to side 3 and was welcomed as a conquering hero. Gregorovich couldn't help but be swept up in the wave of patriotism, too young to fight, but he was on the streets waving the banner and welcoming Casval as he came to lead the Earthnoids to space against their will. Gregorovich entered into the Junior Mobile Suit Pilots club, quickly becoming intimately familiar with the use of a Mobile Suit. Of course, Casval's reign didn't last long and Zeon was, once again, smacked back down and put under the Federations jackboot. But Gregorovich didn't resent this. Far from it. Seeing the Axis event on television, the majesty of the green glow that saved Earth, the mortality of the Red Comet being finally brought front and center... Things changed. Patriotism replaced with compassion. Gregorovich had grown up not resenting the Earth, then had found himself swept up in a riot and when it was over, had taken a long, hard look at himself and decided that Zeon was a name best left dead and buried. Every time someone brought up the name, either millions perished and suffered, or they almost did.

When the Federation came calling for pilots during the Sleeves incident, Gregorovich dropped his name and lied about his age to sign up to the Zeon Colonial Forces drafted to quickly deal with the Sleeves threat. Already having been piloting simple mobile suits for the last 3 years, he seemed like a natural when it came to piloting the real ones. He never really had a chance to prove himself in full combat, but his simulated tests rated him highly. When Rebirth Zeon made themselves known, he was chosen as a representative from Side 3 to join the mission to find and destroy them, the higher ups thought it would play better for the media to have an actual Zeon citizen in the team. Of course, Gregory saw no problems with this, he was going to work his way up the ranks and effect change on the Federation from the inside, at the same time, he was going to put down the elements of Zeon that were the cause of all of the suffering in the wars.

Win-Win.

Exiles of The Multiverse:

To be honest, i'm not really looking to run any RP's right now. But if you fancy running one based on Exiles, i'd be happy to join.