Should I be accepted with Static, feel free to reach out and let me know if you want your character to be one of the first stops on Virgil's tour of superheroes across America. I'm seeing a decent amount of former Leaguers and old teen heroes he could have been teammates with that would make for strong allies he'd seek out.
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Despite my power dropping twice, I got the post up.
I've got a nifty holiday vacation for the next ten or so days, so I'll work on getting a second post up quicker than it took me for this one.
I've got a nifty holiday vacation for the next ten or so days, so I'll work on getting a second post up quicker than it took me for this one.
I couldn’t see anything. There was no light, and the overly cramped space I found myself in reminded me of that trash compactor scene in A New Hope. It had been several minutes now since I had been stuck in here and it didn’t look like I would be set free as quickly as I’d like. But the darkness and severe lack of elbow room weren’t the worst of it. No, that’d be the hand on my butt.
I shifted my weight in an attempt to escape the grasp. “Carlie-eee,” I whined in a hushed tone.
The soft giggle of my girlfriend sent a flutter through my heart. “What’s wrong, babe?”
She followed the question with a light squeeze that made me swallow any response I could have come up with.
Carlie Cooper. Studious, serious, and very handsy. We had been dating for about six months now and Carlie had made it abundantly clear early on that her love language was physical touch. Not that I minded, of course. Not usually. But hiding in a tiny closet in my only slightly-less-tiny dorm room wasn’t my ideal scenario.
“We’re supposed to be quiet,” I finally managed to breathe out.
“I’m being very quiet, silly. You’re the one making a fuss.” I could feel her warm breath tickling the back of my neck.
I felt her slowly slide a hand out of my back pocket, but not before giving me a final squeeze. Playful as Carlie might be, she always respected my boundaries. It was one of the many things I adored about her. Some of the walls I put in place were to protect her from my other life, and dating someone who pushed those limits would be a recipe for disaster.
“How much longer do you think he’ll be?” Carlie asked.
He would be Harry Osborn. One of my best friends who I hadn’t seen in more than half a year. Today marked his return from a rehabilitation center upstate, and we had planned for him to meet us at noon. It had been fifteen past when Carlie ushered us all into our various hiding spots after concocting a hasty welcome home surprise plan. Carlie and I had scored the closet, while our other two cohorts were tucked under the bed.
“Knowing Harry? We could be here another hour easily. I love the guy, but he’s never exactly been punctual.”
Harry and I had first met in tenth grade. The son of a billionaire, Harry had never let our different economic or social standings get in the way of our friendship. We had spent practically every day of our lives together until our respective graduations, and then we continued the adventure by dorming together at Empire State.
That’s when things kind of fell apart. Harry had fallen into the party lifestyle not long after our first semester. I knew he’d been attending frat parties and clubbing, but I never realized just how far into a pit of bad choices he had fallen. The drugs got ahold of him and by the time I noticed it was too late. It took a near-death experience for him to come to terms with his addiction and get the help he needed.
It’s my fault things ever got that bad, though. I had gotten too focused on my other life. Being the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man had been my own addiction of sorts in that first year of university. I spent more time in costume than I did in class or with my friends. If I hadn’t neglected Harry, then maybe I could have kept him from spiraling down that dark path. It was a mistake I wouldn’t make twice.
“Shhh, I think I hear something.” Carlie’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts.
She was right. I could hear the doorknob of my dorm room twist.
“Hello?” A voice called out from beyond the closet door. A voice I had heard only on the phone a handful of times in recent months.
I burst out of the closet, too eager to see my friend to wait for the moment Carlie and the others had coordinated.
Harry stood there with a perplexed expression as he watched me tumble out of the tiny space, nearly somersaulting as I tripped on some discarded clothes. The confusion quickly turned to amusement as he spied my girlfriend pop out of the closet behind me. Carlie gave a friendly wave.
“I hope I’m not interrupting,” his grin widened as he added, “I didn’t see a sock on the door, so…”
His voice trailed off as I wrapped him up in a hug and lifted him an inch off the ground in my excitement.
“Woah, buddy. You been hitting the gym?” Harry laughed and did his best to hug me back.
“You ruined it, Parker.” Flash Thompson slid out from under the bed.
Lily Hollister, Carlie’s best friend, pulled herself out from the bed behind Flash and immediately began smoothing out her long, blonde hair. “Surprise, I guess. Nice to see you again, Harry.”
Harry tried to peek underneath the bed before raising an eyebrow at me. “How many people are you hiding in here, Pete?”
“Just us. It was supposed to be a surprise party kind of thing,” I explained sheepishly. “I guess, I uh, was a little quick on the draw.”
Flash stepped up to Harry and stared him down. “Osborn.”
“Nice to see you, too, you big lug.” Harry pulled the taller man into a brief embrace.
We’d certainly come a long way from high school. Back then Harry and I had been nerdy outcasts, and Flash had been the bully making our lives Hell. But since starting college and getting out from underneath the thumb of his father, Flash had turned himself around. Now, he was one of my closest friends, and Flash had been the one to save Harry’s life during that awful night.
And Harry, well, I had to admit he looked good. Probably the best I’d ever seen him. In the final months before he went off to rehab, he had lost a ton of weight and had grown irritable and withdrawn. But as I looked at him now, I saw a confident young man in great spirits. He looked to have put on a lot of muscle and overall seemed much healthier, physically and mentally.
The four of us spent the next few hours in my dorm catching Harry up on all that had gone on in the last eight months since he’d left. How Flash was now the starting quarterback for the university’s football team. How Carlie and I had started dating. We never addressed the pink elephant in the room, our topics of conversation stayed light and positive, and honestly, it rarely entered my mind after the first hour. I was far too happy to have my friend back to worry about the past. He was better now, and that’s all that mattered.
Things were finally going my way. I found myself dating an insanely smart, incredible girl; my grades were trending up; one of my dearest friends had returned; and my efforts as Spider-Man were beginning to pay off as the stranglehold the Maggia had held on the city was steadily loosening.
This was my year. I felt at the top of the world, and I couldn’t think of anything that could possibly knock me down.
S T A T I C
S T A T I C
S T A T I C
"I will never leave evil standing. Taking it out wherever I find it. I am the legacy."
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 Virgil Ovid Hawkins _________________________________________________________ Metahuman | Full-time hero _________________________________________________________ Formerly Dakota City | Roaming 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 Virgil Hawkins was barely 15 when Atlantis waged war against the surface world. He watched the internet coverage of the events, awestruck, as the teenager witnessed the rise of the modern-day hero coming to the defense of innocents. The founding members of what would become the Justice League inspired him, so when he developed his own powers just months later in an event that would be dubbed The Big Bang, he too donned a colorful costume like his idols. Virgil spent the next three years of his life learning the ways of a hero through repeated trial and error. He faced off against dangerous foes, formed powerful alliances with other Dakota-based heroes, and struggled to balance his personal life with his growing responsibilities. College proved to be a change of pace, as the young man moved to California to study and start a new chapter of his life. It was here he met other teenage heroes who welcomed him into their group. For 16 months, Virg fought for justice alongside these young titans. And, while he often felt out of his depths against the large stakes his team found themselves against, Virgil felt proud to stand against evil with them. Then, tragedy struck. His father passed away and Virgil returned to Dakota City to be there for his sister. His return revealed a city that had fallen into chaos. Realizing his true place was in Dakota, Virgil decided to stay for good and return to his roots. Alongside new heroes that had risen up in his absence and old friends, he spent the next six years cleaning up his city. An endeavor that proved most successful. For the first time since gaining his powers eight years ago, Dakota had become a truly safe place. Static had become a symbol for the citizens of Dakota City, and anyone who tried to challenge the beloved hero proved to be a fool. But as one symbol faces a meteoric rise, another would face a catastrophic fall. The Justice League, Virgil's longtime idols, faced an epic battle that would become their last. While ultimately prevailing against their foe, the damage done was too much for the League to survive, and the heroes Virg had worshipped since a boy retired from the spotlight. In the four years following the League's disbanding, Virgil has watched as his city prospered while the rest of the country struggled to maintain hope. It seemed with every passing moment, more and more threats came out of the woodwork with no unified front to stand against them. The American people hadn't just lost a team of superheroes, they had lost a symbol to believe in. Virgil intends to give them their symbol back. Leaving Dakota City in the safe hands of his longtime allies, Virgil has decided to travel the country to revitalize the hope that had been lost. To restore Justice. * * * This is a Static that is at the height of his career. He's successfully faced all his classic foes time and time again, he and the other Milestone heroes have almost eliminated all gang-based and superpowered crime, and he's found a healthy balance between his personal and hero life. He's already graduated from university, mastered his powers, and found his forever person. I'm not looking to tell the story of a fledgling or struggling Virgil, nor am I planning on writing someone who is tired and jaded of the hero game. This is a confident, idealistic, adult Static who is ready and willing to take charge to make the changes he believes in. This is also a Static who won't be centered in Dakota. That's been done before, and frankly, I won't ever be able to tell a better version than what we saw in 2004. While Virg still has his connections to the city and will return there from time to time, Dakota City and its rogue's gallery won't be the focus here. All of those stories are in his past. P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) Virgil's goal is simple: to return the Justice League as a symbol of hope. To do so, he intends to travel the country to inspire the people and rally the heroes. He aims to seek out his idols and also his former teen teammates. The story I intend to tell is also simple: one that encourages interactivity. I'm going to have Virgil stop at just about every major DC location in the continental United States and make some waves, both IC and OOC. I think these games are at their best when players are writing together and I want to do my part in encouraging that. I will, of course, write individual posts without relying on others, but I'm going to be trying to coordinate with other players pretty regularly. |
Yeah, you're best off either deciding on your own or recruiting a council. And since you're allowing yourself to be competed with for Big Blue, the latter is needed.
2010 to 2018 according to the opener.
Blame Maxx for this.
I also made a decision so expect this tomorrow.
I'm a dirty, filthy liar. Spidey post will be up tomorrow. For real this time. Decided to do some holiday things with family today and didn't carve out time to write.
I am going to catch up on the IC tonight, though.
I am going to catch up on the IC tonight, though.
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Yes, as the intention was stated before either sheet was posted, the timer should start from the time MB posted with no additional buffer as both players were aware they were in competition.
I concur, doctor.
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