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"I understand that great power can do great harm, but I have to hope that it can also do great good. I have to."
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C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y
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Bruce David Banner
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Cadmus Project | American

A L L I E S & A N T A G O N I S T S
A L L I E S & A N T A G O N I S T S
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P O S T C A T A L O G U E
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1.1 – Where the Shade Lies
1.2 – Among the Lost
1.3 - The Desired Smile
1.4 - Across the Circles
1.5 - He Who Forgives
1.6 - Surpassing Happiness
1.7 - One Whom Force Awakens

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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...
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Entering community college at 14 and getting his doctorate at 23, Bruce Banner is the world’s most promising star when it comes to the sciences of the nuclear and their applications. With aspirations to revolutionize nuclear power and a masters thesis breaking the mold on methods to sponge up lingering danger zones such as Chernobyl and Fukushima, that life took a turn when he received an offer to join a top secret government initiative. With metahuman incidents on the rise, the US Government seeks preventative measures to protect people, reaching out to young and imaginative experts in all fields to build the shield that will protect the future from alien and mutant alike. Though Bruce’s background check came back clean, in truth it was anything but. His father is home bound for life, and his mother passed years ago in an accident. Bruce’s scars run deep, and the fateful gamma radiation accident he faces will begin a transformation in more ways than one.

P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S )
P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S )
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Hulk was my debut character in these superhero crossover games, and the largest tragedy may not be that I never got to write the parts that I was most excited for, but that in the 5 and a half years since I wrote it, there apparently hasn’t been a take on the character as standout. I’m flattered that I’m still remembered for my handling of the Hulk, but I’m also driven by the knowledge that I can do better.

I’ve since read a bit more of the character (Immortal Hulk + some of the original Hulk and Tales to Astonish), and I intend to draw from both in this iteration. Immortal Hulk injects the supernatural into the character through its use of Christianity and Hell, which I think will offer some interesting imagery and thematics as Bruce dies and is reborn. The older Hulk stories struck me in how long was spent before the world found out about Bruce and the Hulk being one, something that feels intrinsic to the character now, so I’d like to aim to spend more time with Bruce trying to live as a normal person instead of jumping right into him being a vagabond in half a dozen posts. We ill see Bruce gradually lose his grip as more and more aspects of his life start to fall apart due to the influence of his alter ego (and eventually, alter egos).

Since he’ll be spending more time at the lab, I opted to move from a military base in Arizona to a secret facility in the Nevada desert, and made him a part of Cadmus (in the vein of their Justice League Unlimited incarnation), which will change the dynamic of his lab, give me the opportunity to include a number of science/villain characters, and hopefully make it easier to tell stories with the Hulk still masquerading as Bruce Banner without too much of the absurdity of the original run. I also think Cadmus can be used for the sake of other players as well to introduce or explain various characters or aspects of the setting as needed, and will gladly work with anyone with ideas on that front.
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“This building used to belong to a Google subsidiary, but after they downsized it we were able to get it with some of the grant money. Having our own dedicated space and servers has been big for efficiency and morale.” The young man in a hoodie and sweats had a massive smile on his face, still blemished with scars of acne. He beamed as he looked around the bright room, light from the wall sized windows filling its every corners. The dining area was currently vacant except for the two, the many tables of all sizes and shapes resting with their empty seats. A small black recording device lay on the table between Richard Shodd, the young tech CEO of Dufeel, and a brick shithouse of a man packed into a gray T-shirt and jeans, an orange and blue baseball cap over his silver locks and a white cloth eyepatch over his right eye.

“I can see that, quite the nice place. Was morale bad before you moved here?”

“N-no no no, of course not. We’ve got a lot of drive and passion, but working out of our college dorms in our free time is nothing compared to now. We have time to work, time to relax…most corporations would kill to have more of their employees work for longer and cheaper, but we operate with higher pay and fewer hours. A lot of our facilities are just for socialization. Wanna see the game room?”

Slade held up his hand. “Later. Your method seems to work, considering you have a low turnover rate and a closely knit staff. Who are some of the big names on your team?”

Rick smiled, “Oh, they’re the best. Honestly the custodial team are the stars, they work the hardest around here. Francis and Mick: we couldn’t get by without them. Mehgan does a lot of the PR generally, Twi-er, ‘X’ posts, setting up interviews, such as with The New York Times.” He gave a knowing smile, to which Slade gave a slight nod. “Haoyu works on our net security and keeps our servers in line, Jack and Jawahar are our lead programmers and AI trainers. The twins, we call them, heh...never mind. Er, and I hold it all together. But, well, an ideas guy would be anything without a team good enough to actualize those ideas.”

Slade’s nostrils flared for a moment, but he kept on like nothing had happened. “Your AI models seemed promising to more than a few investors. Dufeel is the smallest company to get funded for AI research. What are your ultimate aims?”

Demeanor shifting to one of confidence, Rick leaned back in his seat. “We work hard, we play hard. We work hard enough, we can play around for the rest of our lives. And if all goes well, we’ll free up thousands of people to leisure time. To make art and fulfill their souls instead of punching timecards.”

“Noble.” Slade said without missing a beat. Glancing around, he said, “We’ll start getting into your personal history soon, but first...we should take a look at the game room.”

Rick practically jumped out of his seat, leading his way to where the rest of the team would be at this hour. He burst with excitement over their state of the art rigs and spread of consoles, Slade lagging behind him, one hand opening a slight opening in the recorder, the useless device holding a small object wrapped in a white cloth. The other hand came from its pocket with a thin razor blade, digging into the end of the object like one might cut off the end of a cigar. The white cloth was stained red, before Slade withdrew a severed finger. His left eye spotting the vent above a janitor’s closet, it was only in his hand for moments before he flung it through the grate, Slade hacking out a slight cough at the exact moment it landed within some errant mop bucket. Tucking the bloody cloth out of sight, his other hand slipped a cell phone out of the back pocket, holding it there as the fingers traced a path, sizing it up. With a tap on the side and a thumbprint to unlock it, he hit the exact spot on the touch screen to send a prewritten message without a glance, only the memory. A part of him thought about how much easier it would have been on his normal, more primitive device that didn’t need to be hacked to keep it from listening in on him, with physical buttons of a much desired tactile feedback, but the message was sent regardless. Pocketing the phone again, he gave a vacant smile to the room of recent college grads as he was introduced.
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Now.

Putting his phone down, Wade shook his head. “Who puts punctuation in a one word text message? Fuckin nerd.”

Closing out the round of Clash Royale, the phone hit the concrete ground and slid a little as Wade hopped to his feet, clapping the nine fingers of his hands together, an index finger tightly bandaged at the knuckle where it had been severed. Red hoodie, black sweats, and heart print boxers hitting the floor, Wade shambled his walking scab of a body over to the yellow piece of heavy machinery on wheels, his only friend here in this dingy warehouse. “Yeah, you’ll treat me right tonight, won’t you baby~” He pushed his thumb into the ignition, the space of the warehouse instantly filling with the scent of exhaust as the woodchipper let out its continuous giggle.

Stepping to face the input chute, he approached with a rhythmic pace, sultry tunes playing nowhere but his head, as he got closer and closer. Running a hand sensually down the edge, he leaned in- “Jesus fucking christ I can’t even hear myself THINK.” Pulling away, he circled back around, shaking his hands and stretching his neck. Facing down the dark passage of grinding stainless steel, he slapped his cheeks (both sets) before breaking into a sprint. A yell of determination became the squeal of a little bitch boy as Wade swerved to the side, skidding to a stop.

Crawling over to the woodchipper, he leaned against the back wheel, the rumbling of the machine gently massaging his back. “Baby I’m sorry. You’re too good to me. Because it’s not you, it’s me. I’m afraid. Afraid of commitment. You know what happened to my last flame. I’m...I’m not ready. I’m not ready.” Bald head flopping back, he sighed, “What did Slade say again? Go head first so it won’t hurt, and jump in a way so that if you change your mind halfway it won't matter. Jeezus that’s really fucked up you sociopath bitch- why did I say yes to this? I don’t even know if my powers will work like this! Fuck you Slade! I could die you know! The fuck are you thinking?!” Burning with a fire, he scrambled over to his phone, only to slow his pace partway. He faintly mouthed, “I could die.”

With a sprint and a leap, he headed off to the other side. Or, whatever that meant in this instance.
@PacifistaThe oppressive English regime prevents me from seeing these images I'm afraid.

I honestly used imgur out of habit, but it should be fixed now.
Who doesn’t like a little sibling rivalry?

@Pacifista, you know you want to join us.

Maybe, I'd have to think of a character I'd be into playing that's not taken. Maybe Etrigan, but secretly as a backdoor to playing Danny Phantom? That sounds novel!
@Pacifista Come on, man. WAY too powerful.


I don't have actual intent to write Stardust himself until the end of the story, the focus would more be characters throughout the decades who have experience with or are researching into Stardust. I said it was a weird take/direction.
I literally spent a whole morning reading some comics on the off chance a non-DC/Marvel game happened. I still don't know if my idea will actually work for the RP since my take and direction is weird, but...

This thread is mine now.


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"Saving the day, one stopped crime at a time. #TeenTitans #RoxxonRelief #LACrime #SuperheroWatch"
S T A R F I R E C Y B O R G R E D X B E A S T B O Y R A V E N
L O S A N G E L E S , C A L I F O R N I A
O R I G I N S:


An escaped alien prisoner stranded far away from home. A young genius stolen away to Apokolips and warped into an abomination before finding his way back. A mask without a name or face living as a corporate tool. A mutant having escaped the cult that still has his parents in their captivity. The progeny of an inter-dimensional tyrant who will herald in the Earth’s end. All under the thumb of a Roxxon Public Relations Manager who sees the opportunity to make all sorts of gains through taking advantage of these troubled youths. They are the Teen Titans.

Needless to say, these Titans are not a team, not yet. Right now they are stragglers who will come to find one another through circumstance, eventually being scooped up by their sponsor, Morgan Edge, in a bold publicity stunt. Under a public eye they’re meant to appeal too they’ll fight their battles and come to grow closer to one another and gradually work through their damage. A past that haunts them, they live in a present world of mounting chaos, and hold a future none could ever predict.

S A M P L E P O S T:

The following is non-canonical and would be fleshed out if it were to be a part of the Titan’s story. As of now it’s merely a proof of concept to offer a picture of their general dynamic as a team.

An ear splitting groan creaked throughout the Los Angeles industrial district. The night was lit from many a small flames from all about the chemical refinery. News helicopters fluttered about like vultures, waiting for bodies to consume for their headlines. The groan echoed, the building buckled, then burst. A torrent of violet sludge erupted, first slipping, then shaping. It was joined by a glint of silver that plummeted with a reflexive scream, landing with a crash as asphalt broke away, the metal body unmarred.

“You good, buddy?” a voice came over his comm system.

As he let most of the ooze slop out of his mouth, the orifice tingling as his cleaning systems did their work to nullify any toxic or corrosive agents, Cyborg insisted, “Never been more glad to not have a sense of taste or smell, let’s say that.”

“Thaaaat’s the spirit.” There was a flash of green, a hawk shooting from the window. Beast Boy had a metal vial in his claws, and the purple mass lurched after him, forming a hand as if to pluck the bird from the sky. “Oh, so you do want this!”

“Ä̷̺͉́͑ź̷̮̻a̴̫̎͘r̸͓̺̕ǎ̷̲͝ẗ̷̼́͐ͅh̸̯̰̏̃ ̸͍̖͌̕M̸̫̆ě̴̫t̸̘̯̒r̴̬̙̈i̷̧̯͑̅o̷̻͋n̸̞̫̅͛ ̶̻̠̊Z̴̥͑ǐ̷̧̛n̶͙̊̆t̸͖͗h̶̝̐̊o̷͚͠s̸̪̗̋̈́!̸̢̡̤̘́͜” With words beyond the tongue of mortals, there was a rupture like a wave breaking against a shore, the purple mess splinting as a thin black mass like a spectral blade ripped through it. Beast Boy slowed down, flapping his wings as he hovered by Raven, who floated herself to his level. With a wave of her hand, the vial sunk into a blackness before being flung into the distance.

“Uh, did we need that?”

Purple mass of Plasmus shifting underneath them to follow, Raven murmured, “This place is set for demolition. There’s shouldn’t be anything important here.”

As the vial flew towards the edge of the compound, a black cape fluttered, the metal vial being plucked from the air. “Anything unusual should be investigated, especially if it can help us stop this monster.” Palm trained on the encroaching mass, Red X fired a few crimson crosses, the Xenothium meeting the muck before discharging energy, smoke billowing and a low scream rumbling. “Do we have signs of the main body? There must be a center.”

Raven opened her mouth, but a shrill battle cry came over the comms, then a burst of destruction and distortion. Another section of the complex erupted, green flashes piercing through the air, each blast blowing out the muck, each one piercing a bubble that looked like acid, the congregation on unlike the eyes of an insect. “Taste my fury, enemy of humanity!” Starfire jeered, smile wide as her bolts peppered the monster. The green bubbles of acid started to form throughout the whole body, fumes hissing from the building as its innards gradually began to melt.

“It mutated again?” X glanced down at the vial in his hands before stating, “I suspect we found the catalyst of this incident.”

Sonic cannon blasting back the mass, Cyborg growled, “Thank goodness for the diligence and integrity of our sponsors.”

“I can still hear you all!” their benefactor shouted from the safety of some office miles away. Morgan Edge grumbled, “Whatever, it’s not like you’re wrong. Just get in there and take the baddie out. Cy, set up some cameras and get a good team shot while you’re at it!”

Rolling his one humanoid eye, Cyborg cleared the area as the others came down, Beast Boy and Raven floating in moments before Starfire swooped by, Red X following suit and dropping down once he could as BB returned to his human form. Recognizing them as a threat, Plasmus gathered itself, the mass seeming to be endless at it continued to gurgle and spout its way out of the building, going higher and higher as it started to shape into a giant, its lower sections breaking down and reforming as it struggled to bear the weight of its own body.

“Have we decided a plan of attack, or shall we ‘go wild’, as it is said?”

“It-”

“Cyborg, can you use sonar or some other means of detection to find anything out of place in its makeup?”

“Th-”

“I’ve been trying, but no luck so far. It has too many dense areas, but if we start with those, then...”

“...”

“Can we let the lady speak, fellas?”

Mouths went shut, and all eyes turned to Raven. “I can detect exactly where its consciousness is coming from. I could ever since we got here.”

The group erupted into protest. “OH COME ON!” “And you failed to mention this until now?” “Wonderful job!” “Aw gee that’d have been great to know. “This mission has been underway for hours.” “We have hope even still!” Before he slimed me!” “Actually, I take it back.” “Explain yourself.” “Peak comic timing.” “Hmm, yes, the delay is curious.”

Raven was completely unaffected, her face as placid as ever. When the four of them finally calmed down, she bit back, “No one asked.”
UGH!”
“Disappointing.”

The banter was cut down buy a growl. Proportionally it was like a low murmur, but it rumbled the chests of all five Titans. Plasmus’s form had stabilized. Two massive, hulking arms, two stubby legs, a wide mouth complete with the shape of teeth, a head crowned with pustules of acid like spots on a mushroom. Their brief moment of downtime had left them. They shifted to battle poses at Red X’s words.

“Alright. We follow Raven’s lead. Titans: move-”

*click*

“Together!”

C A S T:


    The Team:
  • Red X: A presumed orphan taken in by the Roxxon Corporation, trained from birth to undergo missions of espionage. He’s never been given a lasting designation, his newest simply happens to be ‘Red X’.
  • Starfire: Princess Koriand’r of the Planet Tamaran. A political upheaval led to her imprisonment at the hands of Gordanian slavers. In transit, a freak accident had all the prisoners marked and ejected for later retrieval. Landing on Earth, she’s enjoying all the freedom she can.
  • Beast Boy: After undergoing a mutation allowing him to turn into any animal, Garfield Logan’s parents sought help, entering the fold of the H.I.V.E. After several years of cultish indoctrination, they attempted to leave when they discovered various dark deeds they were up to. Beast Boy escaped alone despite their best efforts.
  • Cyborg: Incredibly talented and the joy of his parents, Victor Stone was well on track to become a brilliant scientist when cruel fate intervened. He was whisked away to Apokolips and presumed missing or dead while his body was restructured from the ground up. After a year in that literal hell, he was able to escape back to the world he no longer had a place in.
  • Raven: Angela Roth was a practitioner of the magical arts on Earth before a ritual gone awry drew her into the fold of Trigon, who forcibly sired an heir. Angela was returned to Earth with a curse in her belly, and every time she reached out a hand it was beaten back. Alone with her daughter Rachel, she came to resent that half-monster, yet could not leave her be lest she suffer Trigon’s wrath. Rachel grew up under that hatred and neglect until her 13th birthday, June 6th, when her father reached out to her in her dreams with his mission. Finally having someone to accept her, she followed his directives without question. The worst that could happen was the destruction of a world she had no attachment for...
  • Morgan Edge: Public Relations Manager of Roxxon Corporation and general scumbag with no integrity. After a bunch of weird kids fall into his lap, he sees the chance to get in good with the higher ups by leaning into this new ‘superhero’ craze.

    Notable Rogues:
  • Trigon: Inter-dimensional tyrant who sows the seeds of his lineage to conquer where he cannot tread.
  • Brother Blood and the Home to Improve Volunteer Exceptionals (H.I.V.E.): A cultish group aiming to gather various underprivileged talents to give them a better path in life. Currently under CIA investigation for suspicious activities.
  • Dr. Bedlam: A scientist from Apokolips who kidnapped Victor from Earth and pumped him full of tech before he escaped.
  • Blackfire: Queen Komand’r of Tamaran. Responsible for Koriand’r’s apparent disappearance.

P O S T C A T A L O G:

Titans, Together!
Part 1 - Discarded
Part 0 - Demons
Part 2 - No Leftovers
Part 0 - Demons
Part 3 - Welcome to H.I.V.E.
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