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C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T P R O P O S A L
A Q U A M A N
J A C K S O N H Y D E ♦ S T U D E N T ♦ A M N E S T Y B A Y ♦ A T L A N T I A N
C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:
"Now in this island of Atlantis there existed a confederation of kings, of great and marvelous power." ~ Plato
Born the son of an Atlantean queen and a human lighthouse keeper, Arthur Curry grew to become the bridge between his two peoples. He rose to take his role as the king of Atlantis and became the hero known as Aquaman when the surface world needed him most. For a time, there was peace between the surface world and those from the depths, but soon Arthur's rule as king began to crumble as tensions raised. As such, the hero known as Aquaman seemingly disappeared.
Years later, teenager Jackson Hyde finds himself in the quaint coastal town of Amnesty Bay, following the discovery of newfound abilities and the murder of his family. Here he meets the town's new lighthouse keeper, Arthur, who now lives a peaceful life of self-imposed exile with his wife Mera and daughter Andy.
As Jackson seeks answers, Arthur finds himself having to face his past.
Years later, teenager Jackson Hyde finds himself in the quaint coastal town of Amnesty Bay, following the discovery of newfound abilities and the murder of his family. Here he meets the town's new lighthouse keeper, Arthur, who now lives a peaceful life of self-imposed exile with his wife Mera and daughter Andy.
As Jackson seeks answers, Arthur finds himself having to face his past.
C H A R A C T E R M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S:
I think Aquaman is neat. Atlantis and its lore however has always been an area I've been too intimidated by to fully explore. As such, I felt introducing this world through the lens of someone like Jackson felt like the perfect way to do it for me. They're a character I've really come to love in recent years, with his relationships with both the "Aquaman family", and his own father, Black Manta, being something I particularly enjoy. So I'm hoping to have some fun in this little corner of the world.
With Jackson, I want to tell a journey of self-discovery and actualization, as he strives to find out more about his family and his heritage and how this will shape him.
With Jackson, I want to tell a journey of self-discovery and actualization, as he strives to find out more about his family and his heritage and how this will shape him.
C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:
Arthur Curry ► The mysterious lighthouse keeper of Amnesty Bay, Arthur lies in self-imposed exile from his former home, Atlantis, with his wife Mera and daughter Andy.
Mera ► The crown princess of the underwater kingdom of Xebel and the former Queen of Atlantis.
Andriana "Andy" Curry ► The 3 year old daughter of Arthur and Mera.
Mera ► The crown princess of the underwater kingdom of Xebel and the former Queen of Atlantis.
Andriana "Andy" Curry ► The 3 year old daughter of Arthur and Mera.
S A M P L E P O S T:
The fishing vessel lurched violently as the world’s deadliest crustacian charged across the deck, giving Jackson Hyde a mere few seconds to leap to the side as a crimson claw swung towards him. Recovering from his fall and into a roll, he picked himself up just in time to take a step backwards, narrowly avoid yet another swing, as the creature attempted to backhand him.
It was now that he could finally get a good look at the ship’s attacker. 7’5 tall and built like a tank with a hulking red exoskeleton encapsulating it’s body. One of it’s arms, the one Jackson had been attempting to dodge, ended in what seemed to be a humungous pincer. Disproportionately large in contrast to the rest of the creature’s body, the sight of it’s jagged edges made Jackson’s heart skip a beat.. That wasn’t what scared Jackson the most though. Set within a pair of deep circular sockets in the exoskeleton, were a set of eyes, that whilst bloodshot and filled with rage, were deeply human.
For a moment Jackson found himself freezing up. Fighting against Atlantean soldiers was one thing but he hadn’t expected anything like whatever this sea creature was. There was no way he was ready for this thing. But as his eyes moved across the deck and to the cowering group of fishmen back up against the stern, he solemnly knew that he had no choice.
So he did what he always did when he was nervous. Make a poor joke.
“Okay Lobster Man, I’m scheduled to fight a starfish at 3 so you better make this snappy.”
The creature did not look amused, clenching it’s pincer sharply.
“Snappy. Get it? Because you’re a lob-”
Before he could finish the behemoth had charged forward, seemingly now enraged.
“I am not lobster!” It roared, it’s voice almost alien. “I am King Crab!”
The aforementioned King Crab brought their pincer wildly in an attack, yet once again Jackson was able to simply dodge to the side. That was when he realised; this King Crab may be strong, but they certainly weren’t fast. And he could use that.
Now more confident in his smile, he reached behind his shoulders to the holsters on his back, drawing his waterbarers. Aiming them towards the starboard side, Jackson concentrated. At once, the tattoos that trailed up along his arms quickly began to glow a brilliant blue, as two trails of water slithered up through the air and onto the ship. They connected with the hilt of his weapon, as the giant crab made another swing. This time Jackson ducked downwards, avoiding the swing with ease, before launching himself upwards with a swing of his own. As his arms arched around, the watery tendrils within his waterbearers shifted shape until they resembled that of a pair of medeaval maces.
King Crab staggered backwards as the maces collided with his head in a splash of water. Jackson wasn’t done there though. Upon landing back onto the deck, he made a move once more, darting forward.
His bearers, now taking the form of a pair of schimitars, struck the beast from the left. In response, another swing from King Crab, and in turn, another dodge. Jackson quickly moved around his body and once he was far enough around he kicked out with all might.
The crab toppled forwards and down onto one knee, giving Jackson yet another window.
This time he focused his water onto a single waterbearer, forming it into the shape of a large mallet.
Before the crab could fully recover from the last hit, the mallet was upon him, with the force of it’s impact sending the beast flying across the deck. It crashed messily into the ships’ gunwale, sending wood flying.
Striding over confidently, Jackson strunk the mallet down to a blade.
“My humblest apologies your majesty” He said mockingly as King Crab groaned in pain. “But there’s only one king i follow.”
As if on queue, the surface of the water behind King Crab erupted, as a figure breached the ocean surface. Within seconds they landed on the deck of the ship between the two combatants.
Dressed in a suit of skintight orange and green scalemail, Arthur Curry stood triumpthantly, looking down at the oversized crustacean. Long blonde hair, now dripping wet, flowed down to his shoulder, and a messy beard sat upon the lower half of his face. He was imposing. Like a true king.
“Took your time, old man.” Jackson smiled, stepping forward and greeting his friend with a half hug.
The man merely chuckled in response initially, before finally responding in a deep warm voice. “I figured you could use the workout.”
The two stood above King Crab, looking down at the mess before him.
“One of your usuals?” Jackson asked, looking between them and his mentor.
“Sadly so. Normally King Crab wouldn’t dare engage with a fishing vessel.” Arthur scratched his beard for a moment, as if in thought. “Seems like Atlantis really is dropping all pretences of wanting to keep peace.”
He let out a deep sigh. Jackson knew that if he were to look him in the eye now, he’d see that oh-so familiar look of sadness. His mind struggled to find the right words of comfort, but before he could say anything, their new prisoner stirred once more.
“Traitorrr” It hissed feebly, raising their regular-shaped arm towards the now pensive Athur, before letting out another groan.
Jackson looked between the two, mouth open, unsure of what to say. Arthur merely stood in silence. After what felt lie an eternity, he finally turned away.
It was now that he could finally get a good look at the ship’s attacker. 7’5 tall and built like a tank with a hulking red exoskeleton encapsulating it’s body. One of it’s arms, the one Jackson had been attempting to dodge, ended in what seemed to be a humungous pincer. Disproportionately large in contrast to the rest of the creature’s body, the sight of it’s jagged edges made Jackson’s heart skip a beat.. That wasn’t what scared Jackson the most though. Set within a pair of deep circular sockets in the exoskeleton, were a set of eyes, that whilst bloodshot and filled with rage, were deeply human.
For a moment Jackson found himself freezing up. Fighting against Atlantean soldiers was one thing but he hadn’t expected anything like whatever this sea creature was. There was no way he was ready for this thing. But as his eyes moved across the deck and to the cowering group of fishmen back up against the stern, he solemnly knew that he had no choice.
So he did what he always did when he was nervous. Make a poor joke.
“Okay Lobster Man, I’m scheduled to fight a starfish at 3 so you better make this snappy.”
The creature did not look amused, clenching it’s pincer sharply.
“Snappy. Get it? Because you’re a lob-”
Before he could finish the behemoth had charged forward, seemingly now enraged.
“I am not lobster!” It roared, it’s voice almost alien. “I am King Crab!”
The aforementioned King Crab brought their pincer wildly in an attack, yet once again Jackson was able to simply dodge to the side. That was when he realised; this King Crab may be strong, but they certainly weren’t fast. And he could use that.
Now more confident in his smile, he reached behind his shoulders to the holsters on his back, drawing his waterbarers. Aiming them towards the starboard side, Jackson concentrated. At once, the tattoos that trailed up along his arms quickly began to glow a brilliant blue, as two trails of water slithered up through the air and onto the ship. They connected with the hilt of his weapon, as the giant crab made another swing. This time Jackson ducked downwards, avoiding the swing with ease, before launching himself upwards with a swing of his own. As his arms arched around, the watery tendrils within his waterbearers shifted shape until they resembled that of a pair of medeaval maces.
King Crab staggered backwards as the maces collided with his head in a splash of water. Jackson wasn’t done there though. Upon landing back onto the deck, he made a move once more, darting forward.
His bearers, now taking the form of a pair of schimitars, struck the beast from the left. In response, another swing from King Crab, and in turn, another dodge. Jackson quickly moved around his body and once he was far enough around he kicked out with all might.
The crab toppled forwards and down onto one knee, giving Jackson yet another window.
This time he focused his water onto a single waterbearer, forming it into the shape of a large mallet.
Before the crab could fully recover from the last hit, the mallet was upon him, with the force of it’s impact sending the beast flying across the deck. It crashed messily into the ships’ gunwale, sending wood flying.
Striding over confidently, Jackson strunk the mallet down to a blade.
“My humblest apologies your majesty” He said mockingly as King Crab groaned in pain. “But there’s only one king i follow.”
As if on queue, the surface of the water behind King Crab erupted, as a figure breached the ocean surface. Within seconds they landed on the deck of the ship between the two combatants.
Dressed in a suit of skintight orange and green scalemail, Arthur Curry stood triumpthantly, looking down at the oversized crustacean. Long blonde hair, now dripping wet, flowed down to his shoulder, and a messy beard sat upon the lower half of his face. He was imposing. Like a true king.
“Took your time, old man.” Jackson smiled, stepping forward and greeting his friend with a half hug.
The man merely chuckled in response initially, before finally responding in a deep warm voice. “I figured you could use the workout.”
The two stood above King Crab, looking down at the mess before him.
“One of your usuals?” Jackson asked, looking between them and his mentor.
“Sadly so. Normally King Crab wouldn’t dare engage with a fishing vessel.” Arthur scratched his beard for a moment, as if in thought. “Seems like Atlantis really is dropping all pretences of wanting to keep peace.”
He let out a deep sigh. Jackson knew that if he were to look him in the eye now, he’d see that oh-so familiar look of sadness. His mind struggled to find the right words of comfort, but before he could say anything, their new prisoner stirred once more.
“Traitorrr” It hissed feebly, raising their regular-shaped arm towards the now pensive Athur, before letting out another groan.
Jackson looked between the two, mouth open, unsure of what to say. Arthur merely stood in silence. After what felt lie an eternity, he finally turned away.
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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 Jackson Hyde _________________________________________________________ Human/Atlantean Hybrid | Homosexual _________________________________________________________ Amnesty Bay, Maine C H A R A C T E R N O T E S C H A R A C T E R N O T E S P O S T C A T A L O G P O S T C A T A L O G | C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T Following the discovery of newfound abilities and the murder of his family, Jackson Hyde finds himself in the seaside town of Amnesty Bay. Here he meets an old lighthouse keeper and former King of Atlantis, Arthur, who now lives a peaceful life of self-imposed exile with his wife Mera and daughter Andy. As Jackson seeks answers, Arthur finds himself having to face his past, with the two fighting to maintain peace between the surface world and those from the depths. P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) Why do you want to play this character, what is the driving motivation behind both this desire and the character themselves. What do you hope to accomplish and where do you want the character's story/stories to go? For a driving character, there should be enough of an outline present to interest other players along with specifications towards how many players you're looking to involve or available roles. For supporting characters, this should indicate either a plot you've arranged to be part of or the type of plot you're looking to be involved in. Roaming characters have the privilege of doing either or simply stating a roadmap for the character to exemplify how you'd ideally like them to move between plots. |
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Red Robin #11 - Smashing the looking glass
Location - Gotham City, New Jersey.
Location - Gotham City, New Jersey.
Dumfree Tweed was too busy reloading his weapon to notice the dark shadow of Red Robin descending upon him from above. The young vigilante came down hard, kicking his feet against Dumfree's hands as he collided. The hulk of a man stumbled backwards, his hands opening as the nerves within them spasmed from the impact, causing his weapon to tumble onto the floor with a metallic rattle. He let out a large yelp, piercing the previous sound of chaos.
Rebounding off of Dumfree's hands, Red Robin jumped back onto the floor, placing himself so that Dunfree was still blocking his still armed cousin.
"Batman!" Was all the man could utter as he recovered himself, causing a flash of a smile on Tim's face.
Clearly the branding wasn't quite working.
"Not quite." Tim rebuked with a chuckle, his hand moving to his utility belt in preparation.
As he had predicted, the now weaponless Dunfree rushed forwards towards him. He reacted accordingly, jumping straight up and kicking himself into a backflip. He landed firmly, both feet square on the top of Dunfree's head. The impact rippled through Tim's body, but he knew the brute was feeling the worst of it. Crying out in pain, he lashed out above his head, only for Tim to leap once more, using him as a springboard.
He moved through the air towards the other Tweed cousin, his hand finally moving away from his utility belt. His bo staff expanded as he swung forward at Deever Tweed, using his momentum to empower the swing. Deever couldn't even pull the trigger of his gun before the metal pole was hitting him aside the head. Blood and teeth spewed from his mouth as he dropped to the floor.
Red Robin was almost confident that the fight was done, then and there. Sadly, Tweedledum and Tweedledee weren't the types to go down without a fight.
He suddenly felt the weight of Dunfree's arms wrapping around him from behind, as the man attempted to grapple him. Tim rocked back and forth aggressively as he tried to wriggle free, but just as he did so, he found himself left open for Deever's fist as the man rose back to his feet.
The impact of the punch sent him immediately to the floor, his face now burning with pain.
He couldn't focus on that pain just yet though. He needed a solution.
Red Robin swung out wildly with his bo staff, causing Deever to initially take a step back out of fear of the last time he'd encountered it moments previously. That moment of hesitation was all Tim needed though to make a grab for his grappling gun and to fire it forwards. The line shot out towards the two men, rocketing through Dunfree's legs and into the side of a car on the street before them. The shot had confused Dunfree so much that he didn't initially react as Red Robin retracted the line, and slid rapidly along the floor towards him and merely watched as the masked teenager passed between his legs.
He swung out once more with the bo staff as he did so, however, using it to trip Dunfree onto the floor by bringing it hard against his shins.
Reaching the car, Red Robin span and drifted onto his feet as his hands moved once more to his utility belt. Two small metallic devices fell into his hands.
Data hadn't been the only thing he had taken from Freeze's lab.
The cryogenic grenades exploded as soon as they hit their targets, an eruption of light blue ice cascading up the bodies of the two identical cousins before him. In moments they were frozen in place, their bodies entirely entrapped bar their heads, which stuck out awkwardly, now screaming for help.
Tim let out a long sigh of relief as he sat back against the car, his hand finally moving up to the redness of his face where he had just been punched.
Tonight was going to be a long one.
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Red Robin #10 - Before the looking glass
Location - Gotham City, New Jersey.
Location - Gotham City, New Jersey.
By the time Red Robin had taken himself to the skies, Gotham City had already fallen into chaos below him. The breakout at Arkham Asylum had thrown everything into disarray, with the HUD in his cowl buzzing with information more and more by the second. Emergency services were scrambling, as police transmissions, CCTV footage, and the occasional social media post flashed before Tim’s eyes, giving him a rudimentary view of the carnage as he swung back towards the Belfry.
Tim was already tired enough after his attempts to deal with Mr Freeze mere hours ago. His side still ached ever so slightly from the blast he'd received during the scuffle. He couldn't let that bother him now. He had a job to do.
Whilst a number of the escaped Arkham inmates were already finding themselves boxed in by the initial blockades set up by GCPD, from what Tim could see, a few had already begun to spread out around the city. Thankfully, none of these reports detailed anything too dangerous, with the majority of them already being followed up on. Tim wished he could do more himself, yet he knew that given the large scope of this problem, the best place for Red Robin right now was coordinating the rest of his “co-workers” from the Belfry. Someone needed to manage this mess, and he had the perfect tools for doing so. If not, then those hours of tinkering with the Bat-computer would’ve gone to waste.
Still, he felt guilty. What if his inaction led to someone getting hurt? Or worse?
That worry soon came into fruition, however, as the sound of gunfire rang out on the streets below him. Snapping his eyes away from the information feed, he quickly turned his attention to the ground, where a small skirmish was currently taking place. Adjusting the swing of his grappling hook, the vigilante landed elegantly atop a fire escape, giving himself the space to take in everything before him.
Deever and Dumfree Tweed, two cousins with an uncanny resemblance to one another, had plagued the streets of Gotham for years. They weren’t big names within the criminal underworld, with the two often finding themselves working as muscle for hire for a number of Gotham’s worst. Strong and durable, the two were the perfect enforcers. It was during their time under the Mad Hatter, Jervis Tetch, that the two began to model themselves after Lewis Carroll's Tweedledee and Tweedledum. Whilst that partnership had ended long ago, the two cousins still carried that moniker, continuing their schemes in matching outfits reminiscent of the Alice in Wonderland characters.
Today, those flamboyant outfits were replaced by the orange jumpsuits of Arkham Asylum.
The duo stood boldly within the smashed in window of a storefront, firing out wildly as the street before them. Two police cruisers, now riddled with bullet holes, sat clumsily across from them, as their occupants hid for cover behind.
It was clear the two weren’t being apprehended again without a fight. What more, Tim knew that if he didn’t get involved soon, that fight would ended up much bloodier than it needed to be.
Gritting his teeth, Red Robin swung down into the fray.
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@TGM @ever faithful I'm aware we've been awkwardly stuck in this collab for months now. Would you be cool with me wrapping it up in a post, with Tim calling for the two Robin's to escape after hearing word of them needing to help with the Arkham breakout going on?
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The question remains, however...what are you looking for from a Batman/Bruce Wayne in this setting? What weight does he carry in your stories, and what arcs and character moments are needed from him? MB was approaching an old Batman grappling with the physical and mental consequences of aging, and I'm not against a Batman who is significantly more progressed in his vigilante career.
Apologies for the late response!
My version of Tim is currently at a crossroads where he's either going to continue his life as a vigilante and build himself up to being more of a larger figure within the city such as Batman himself or move away from the vigilante lifestyle altogether in lieu of helping the world in other ways. As such, I guess I need a Batman who's prepared to give out some good ol' fatherly advice. Also, one who's hopefully ok with having Tim going around playing with the Batfamily computer network constantly.
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Hey all, just wanted to do a role call for some of the folks I haven't heard from. Would like to ideally have a bit of a headcount to better plan the event and update the roster.
Been busy but I'm happy to try and keep going with Tim. That said, I believe I'll probably drop Red Ant for the foreseeable future; I do like what I had planned, and may revisit the idea in the future, but I don't think I have the time for 2 characters right now.
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Red Robin #8 - An Icy Recovery
Location - Snowy Cones Ice Cream Factory, Gotham City, New Jersey.
Location - Snowy Cones Ice Cream Factory, Gotham City, New Jersey.
Tim had expected the initial shot of Mr. Freeze's freeze gun, readying himself to leap back into a flip, his body arching over the ray of frost. Unfortunately, his jump landed him in the perfect spot to be hit by Freeze's second shot, with his left side erupting into searing pain as the cryothermal energy hit him. He found himself flying backward from the blast, tumbling down onto the floor. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Damian charging forward, sword in hand. However, he was in too much pain to focus on that fully.
This had been his fault. He'd tried and failed to reason with the man. He thought that bringing up Nora would've made his stop. Instead, it simply made him more irrational. How could he have been so naive to think that they could've just waltzed in and Mr Freeze would've accepted their offer of help? He was way too egotistical for that. So they'd have to help another way.
Letting out a grown, his hand moved to his torso, where a large chunk of ice currently resided. Even with his gloves, it was cold to the touch, with any slight movement of it causing the pain he was experiencing to temporarily skyrocket. Thankfully his suit had been designed for such occasions, with the insulation within the padding having been tested again such attacks. This meant that the cyrothermal blast at least wasn't fatal, just extremely painful.
Gritting his teeth, Tim's hand moved further down his body, before clicking a small switch within his utility belt, before reaching for a batarang. Immediately Tim felt a rush of warmth throughout his body, as the inbuilt heater churched into life. It was lightweight, so not the most powerful of Tim's suit modifications, but it did the job.
Managing to prop himself up with his elbow, he used the projectile to chip away at the ice, before taking a look at his surroundings.
As he had briefly seen beforehand, Damian had engaged their enemy immediately. The way he moved, dodging and weaving to avoid the blasts of ice launched towards him, was almost beautiful. Tim really had to commend the kid. He certainly knew what he was doing.
Feeling more confident with their situation, his eyes drifted from the skirmish before him to the now open door to Freeze's lab. Just within, he could see the brightly lit screens of the mad scientist's computer system; the home of all of his research.
As a smile set across his face, Red Robin chiseled one last chunk of ice off of himself before charging forward.
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