Roman

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@Roman, you're up!

@Lord Wraith

Hell, I'm drinking right now!

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[@Modern Man] I've got some ideas for Kilgrave, but now that Moth's in the Kingpin's employ, I feel like it would be a good time to drop her.

Would you mind if I were to switch her out and apply for a different character?

@Kingfisher

Who said I wanted her? Ideally she should have been left in Gotham under the Hero character she's associated with.

I'm not sure if this is entirely fair of me, but I've had @Roman lined up as a 'Guest Writer' for my Joker for quite some time now. I can have him submit a sheet if need be.

@Lord Wraith

@Lord Wraith I think we get into slippery territory when we start having "guest writers" for characters. I mean, I trust in both of your abilities but once you start allowing it for some people, it's difficult to turn around and tell other people they can't do it. Well, less difficult and more awkward. So maybe (either you or Roman) throwing up a sheet at some point could be a good idea. I know you're short on time though, so it's not a matter of urgency.

@Morden Man

Wraith and I have discussed over skype and I was going to submit a sheet privately to the pair of you, but if it's needed I can quite easily post it here.

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Daredevil Issue#2 released to general public. Twists and turns abound; arc takes bold new direction.

Author quoted as "just glad the arc has a direction."

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Matthew followed the clacking of the metal heels deep into Hell's Kitchen, every step rippling out across the street and down the curb, lighting up the asphalt. The ripples mixed with the rain, every individual drop giving him constant flashes of the city - every sidewalk tile, every trashcan, every streetlight. A whole city as one surface, pulsing and radiating soundwaves and heat. Matthew himself spread noise, the low wet thud of his boots against rooftops feeding him information that he accepted, analysed, and discarded. Above all that was Matthew's mark, and now, despite the rain, he was picking up smells as well - wet leather, musky cologne...and the slight tinge of salt, mixed with oil and the unmistakable scent of gunpowder. The salt carried the sea with it, but Matthew already knew they were headed to the docks by their direction - but the oil and gunpowder was from the pistols Daredevil's mark carried, holstered beneath his coat around his torso. They'd been fired recently, but the man didn't carry the smell of blood with him, so Matthew assumed it was target practice or goods testing. They were drawing closer to the docks and he was learning more about his mark every step - testing pistols. Flashy fashion sense. Bald, wearing sunglasses, thin vest top. Something in his left pocket - the coat swung heavier on that side. He leaped another rooftop, putting a hand to his batons in mid-air. Something told him he'd need them.

Matthew kept on the mark's trail. They went a couple more blocks and then buildings gave way to warehouses and Matthew had to hit the ground if he wanted to follow. Warehouses were noisy and involved a lot of glass - in the rain, he didn't want to slip. Or put his foot through a pane. The guy carried guns, and bulletproof armour was hard to move in. Instead, he dropped carefully, leaping from the rooftop to the indent of a window a few stories down on the opposite building, landing with the balls of his feet on the outcropping and springing back, flipping backwards from the window and reaching out to grab a steel cable that was strung between the buildings another few stories down. His orientation didn't matter; he kept track of himself through proprioception and the buildings through sound, air pressure, the smell of brick and concrete. The cable flexed as it took his weight and he dropped the last few metres, rolling as he hit the ground and unsheathing his batons. He spun them in his hand and tested the retracting cable that strung them together, and then, satisfied, re-centered his hearing. The footsteps were still there, still his mark's. They'd been alone for a while now, and he hadn't changed his gait. Matthew slunk across walls and behind shipping containers, still in pursuit. They were by the sea's edge now, and the docks had turned into massive corridors of corrogated metal, walled off by cargo.

He whistled. A simple four-note tune, but it was clear in its purpose. A woman appeared from behind one of the containers. Matthew had heard her heartbeat as they'd approached - it remained calm. His mark's did not. He cleared his throat, and spoke:
"The guns are good. I'll take more pistols, and I want to add the assaults and the sniper. It'll all be useful." His heart rate was rapid, but his breathing and words remained steady. He was about to do something stupid.
"You sound like you're takin' a crew. He doesn't like supplying crews. They might get stupid and think they're competition." She replied, voice calm, heartbeat to match. She seemed to anticipate it.
"No crew. Just what's needed for the target. High-risk."
"If you're going after who I think you're going after you're going to need a crew. Not like you'd lose much on the split."
"I don't need the money." It wasn't a boast - his heartrate hadn't faltered, so he believed it. Either he was well-off or didn't care. "I'm not doing it because someone paid me to do it." Still telling his truth. "I'm doing it because it can be done. And everyone's going to know my name when I do it." He seemed proud in himself, puffed up on his own stupid ego. The woman just shrugged.
"Whatever. Just make sure you keep whatever trouble you stir up in Gotham. He doesn't need egos bringing trouble back here. You know what he wants for the goods. You can wire it direct."
"I know what he wants." Muttered the man, voice low - trying to be threatening. Matthew primed himself, every muscle wound tight, ready to spring. His fist clenched around his batons. The man unholstered his pistols, arm stretching out to hold it in front of him. "But only I get what I want."

The woman would have begun to laugh, had Matthew not loosened his body and launched from the corner, already raising his arm to strike with the baton - but the woman had seen his fast movement and the man had noticed her, throwing his arm out behind him to the left without looking and pulling the trigger. Matthew felt the arm's movement through the air, the heat from the muzzle and the sound of the gun telling him the exact path of the bullet and he was able to throw himself backwards to the ground immediately, feeling the air ripple and vibrate above him as the bullet slammed into a shipping container and ricocheted away. Matt barely had time to register the good shot before he flicked the top of his baton as he fell, releasing the cable that tied the two together and whipping his arm out as he hit the floor, hitting the man's inside wrist, nearly breaking it with the force of the throw and forcing him to drop the pistol. He slid in the rain, pitching forward and pushing up on his feet as the mark drew his other pistol in his remaining hand. He barely had to time to wrap his finger around the trigger before Matt brought his stick straight down on the arm, cleanly breaking the ulna as the shooter yelled out in pain, silenced by a boot to the chest as the other pistol clattered to the ground. The woman was pissed - at the mark.

"You brought the fucking Devil with you? You let him follow you? You're a fuck-up and a nobody and you thought you were going after the fucking Bat?! After threatening me? He'll come see you soon, don't you worry about that. Then, people are going to know who you are."

She was gone before Matt could stop her - not that it would have been useful to do so. He took a deep breath through his nose, analysing all the scents he could find before isolating one that would be easy to follow up on - fish, variety of, from the nearby market she obviously frequented - before he delivered a sharp heel-kick to the skull of his mark. Extorting an arms-dealer to get weapons so he could go after Batman. He probably wasn't doing much damage that hadn't been done already.

It didn't take long to deliver the no-name to the PD, and Matt wondered if he'd see him later in court. Probably not - he didn't see much of his handiwork. He usually got them on the streets before he needed to defend their victims in the courtroom. He spent the rest of the night on more patrol, thinking over his new lead through the arms dealer and listening to his city. Gotham had its own problems; but Hell's Kitchen wouldn't see anymore trouble tonight.

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Outside of stressed out, I have yet to find any songs by them I like. I know this thread has already been derailed enough, but what are your highest recommendations for their songs?

@Nightrunner

Blurryface as an album I find to be a lot more experimental and stripped-down, as it's technically a concept album (though they won't admit it) about a character called Blurryface who's a summation and personification of fear, anxiety, and subconcious thoughts. It's a good album, and from it I recommend 'Heavydirtysoul', 'Lane Boy', 'The Judge', 'Doubt', and 'Polarize'.

Their best album is Vessels, with the best hits from it being 'Migraine', mine and my girlfriend's favorite, 'Car Radio' and 'Screen'. Honorable mention to 'Trees' and 'Ode tp Sleep'. Be careful, a lot of their songs deal with anxiety, depression and suicidal thoughts/ideation.

@Roman Yeah, real life is a bitch sometimes. Getting in the way of playing our imaginary superhero games. So inconsiderate. Anyway, I'm sure we'll all be willing to wait slightly longer than usual for your Daredevil posts if they're all as good as the last one. So don't rush on our behalf.

@Morden Man

You flatter me. I'll have one up shortly.

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Good news is, Twenty One Pilots are very good in concert and screaming their lyrics is a very good way to wind down.

Bad news is, extrapolating tonight and the last couple days (and the next few) to the next couple weeks is making my work schedule look like holding up a social life, a girlfriend, and time to read and write all at the same time, very difficult. So I'd like to relinquish Harvey Dent back to the mass populace and no, you can't use my sheet find your own.

I'm holding on to Daredevil, though. Very tightly. And I'm sure you'll see me serving up smiles in the future when I get some 'fre tiem'.

Did I spell that right? I'm not sure what it is.

Edit: Daredevil issue#2 is currently in the works, though. Tentative release date tomorrow evening after work.

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Hot damn, @Roman. I love the way you convey Matt's "sight" through words.

@Eddie Brock

Descriptive imagery is kind of my thing besides character concepts so I tend to write to my strengths. A character where everything they see is a vague interpretation is kind of perfect for me.

Edit: by which I mean, hey, thanks man!

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The white noise of static turned a burning auburn in Matthew's head, the inferno he knew as vision slithering along walls and cascading down shelves as the blaring bounced from wall to wall to make its way to Murdock's ears, his sensitive hearing detecting every nook the sound-waves wormed their way into on their journey. He paused, sitting up in his bed - feeling the silk sheets slide from his form and become a formless mass on the floor as he did - and extended a hand toward the radio, his arm flickering in front of him as he felt the air shift around it and the new sound vibration caused by the movement. His fingers found the dial and carefully tuned the stations - brushing past Gotham News Radio as he did - until he found his preferred setting, a smooth jazz station that filled his apartment with soft, easy-listening music that he could tune out as it illuminated his world. Sonar was easier than micro-currents - though Matthew had most of his flat memorized regardless.

Matthew switched it back to Gotham New Radio.

"-opening this opportunity up to any enthusiastic entrepreneur. I'll even double the reward if you manage to bring me the Bat alive, so I can fillet him myself. Good luck Gotham, you'll need it."

Matthew took a single, controlled breath. He had planned, tonight, to patrol his city, to check on a lead about one of The Kingpin's drug rings - to rendezvous with Foggy, who had been promised a night as a wingman (Matthew admitted readily that his blindness was an advantage, much as the pity aggravated him). Instead, he now had a single mission - listen to the heartbeat of Hell's Kitchen, and stop anyone who decided to pass through on their way to the $50million supposedly waiting for them. The Kingpin - nameless as he was - held too much of a choke on his own men to allow them to abandon their posts, and there weren't any petty, independent criminals brave enough to flee from the Devil into the claws of the Bat - but there were assassins out there, Matthew knew; men and women like himself that had chosen to walk on the other side. Some of these beasts would travel through Hell's Kitchen - through his city - to make their way to Gotham and the Bat that roosted there. They would not make it. They would become examples.

Matthew stood, turning his radio off - it had switched to frantic non-info about the bounty as the newsrooms desperately tried to cover a story they had no details on. He left his bedroom, the temperatures shifting around his body as he stepped through the door-frame into the living room, and listened to the sounds of the city coming from his open window. Traffic, rain, and lonesome sirens, though nothing that suggested the beasts had already found their way into Manhattan. Matthew moved through the room quietly, stopping at the blank wooden-panel wall that made up the far end. Invisible seams were etched into the wood, lit up to Matthew as he felt the air pushed off from his body worm its way into the micro-crevice, sound worming its way along the wall before dipping slightly and worming back out. He laid a hand on the wall slightly up and to the right - pausing to listen to his building, hearing footsteps three floors down and a couple having sex two up and four apartments to the right - and pressed gently; the seams popped out and a panel opened, a drawer in the wall. Inside laid batons, a bodysuit - and the mask. Matt didn't need micro-vibrations or air currents or sonar to see the horns. The horns were his - they made him the Devil, savior of Hell's Kitchen. He took three minutes to don the armour, counting the time by the ticking watch on the bedside table in the apartment below his.

Matthew made his way out the window quietly, slipping it closed gently behind him before flipping across the wall to the right until he reached the fire escape gantry, clambering up the rusted metal with graceful speed until he had reached the rooftop. From there, he ran across the concrete to the other side, perching on the lip of the building and pausing to listen, allowing the city to flood his ears and mind - the rain splashed against his skin with constant force, suppressing his sense of temperature and air currents, so he relied on the noise of the splattering raindrops to paint a rhythmic picture of the streets before him. There were footsteps below, scarce and muffled though they were; with the pervading threat of the Gotham bounty matching the ferocity of the storm, the people of Hell's Kitchen were wisely unwilling to face the city tonight. That made the ones that did appear all the more worthy of listening to. A particular pair piqued his interest; hard heels with a clank of metal, and the swish of a long coat caught around the legs - yet there was an attempt to remain quiet and cautious, despite the intentional gaudiness of the outfit. Or perhaps the mark thought himself 'ostentatious'. Matthew was technically blind, but he didn't need to see to know this creep was committing crimes against fashion.

Unfortunately, Daredevil couldn't interrogate him for poor clothing choices alone. Matthew would need to track him for a while to find out if that was really necessary.

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That said, I'll get on with business. I particularly look forward to seeing the delivery of Roman's Harvey Dent and Daredevil especially.

@Nightrunner

....what do you want from me

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| Name: |
Harvey Dent

| Alignment: |
Lawful Good

_{Neutral Evil.}

| Affiliation: |
Gotham City (District Attorney)
Gotham City PD
Gotham City's Socialites via Bruce Wayne
Nelson & Murdock, Attorneys at Law via Matthew Murdock

| History: |
Harvey Dent was born in Gotham to Harry Dent, a respected officer of Gotham City Police Department, and Lucy Dent, a middle school teacher. He was born five years after his brother, Murray Dent.

Murray was less than pleased with the new arrival. It took 5 years for his coldness to turn to cruelty, and he began engaging in abusive behavior away from the eyes of their parents. This quickly grew boring for Murray, and he became vindictive, physically assaulting Harvey. Most often, he used a coin that Harry had given him, a misprinted Silver Dollar with two 'face' sides - Murray would bait the young Harvey into believing that the coin was fair, and dictate that a 'tails' side would allow Harvey respite for the night - obviously, each game resulted in 'heads', and more abuse from Murray. Eventually, Harvey's injuries became obvious, and Murray's behavior was at least suspected, if not outright known. Murray was talked to quietly, given suggestion, sometimes separated from his brother - but ultimately, any public concerns were quelled, and Harvey's suffering was swept under the rug by way of his father's police connections.

Harvey was young, but he was angry. Angry at his powerlessness against his brother, angry at his parents - his supposed protectors - and their readiness to ignore his plight, angry at the injustice that even his young mind could understand was present. He repressed the anger, pushing it into a ball deep inside him, knowing such anger was useless in the face of his troubles. Eventually, the repression fractured Harvey's psyche, and formed a second personality inside his mind - a vindictive, aggressive personality, born of anger and persecution, desiring nothing but destruction and retribution. Harvey dubbed this personality 'The Hangman'. Harvey wrestled with this personality throughout his life, constantly keep control, but fighting for it every step of the way.

---

Murray Dent lived until fifteen. Shortly after Harvey's tenth birthday, Harry and Lucy Dent took several nights out to celebrate their twentieth anniversary, opportunities Murray did not pass on. Murray engaged Harvey in a game involving cloth ties and hot water, once again using the coin. Once again, Harvey was fighting for control over his own self. Harvey lost. The Hangman awakened.

At that point, Harvey's body was controlled by an engine of pure rage and punishment. The Hangman surprised Murray with his anger-fueled strength and speed, pulling free and overpowering Murray. A melee ensued - and in the fracas, the water Murray had been using was spilled, splashing over a mains plug. The sparks set alight to the sheets, and both Dent children found themselves in the midst of an inferno. The Hangman, rage spent, retreated, and Harvey came back, face to face with fire. Blinded by panic, Harvey ran, some abstract part of his mind drawing him to snatch up Murray's fallen Silver Dollar on the way out. Murray Dent lived until fifteen.

Life changed immediately. Harvey's mother, Lucy, left her job and went near-catatonic, never stepping out into public. Harvey's father, Harry, was stricken ill by grief, suffering a heart attack and retiring from the police force, using saved pay and a sizable pension to support his remaining family. He began to drink, resentment for his surviving son growing inside him as his shell-shocked mind started to blame Harvey for Murray's death. Harvey withdrew from his parents, feeling The Hangman more than ever after its first taste of control. He turned to the coin, kept secret from his parents, using it as a tool for repression - he would assign his control to the 'face' sides, much the same as Murray had assigned his, and flip it whenever he felt The Hangman press upon him, gaining resolve when the coin landed, always showing 'heads'.

---

Harvey came to be heavily interested - and personally invested - in the concept of Justice, coming to regard it as a cosmic force, a natural rule as much as gravity. He saw the fates of his family as examples that supported these beliefs, and began to see himself as an arbiter of that force. Entering high school at 14, he set himself as quickly as he could on a path that would head toward the world of Criminal Law.

Harvey did well at school. He took Crime&Punishment as extra credit and graduated with high honors, getting into the Columbia and then Harvard Law to study Criminal Law, Justice, and the Penal System, during which time he struck up a lasting friendship with Matthew Murdock, despite the distance between their cities. He worked hard, graduating with a promising future ahead of him. Harvey Dent began to practice law immediately, serving justice as best as he could in Gotham's courtrooms.

It was during university that Harvey tried to take control of his mind once again, and he sought psychiatric care. He found himself a patient of Gilda Vernon, a doctor of psychology and medicine who had set up her own office. Together, they began to effectively treat Harvey's psyche and other personality, and The Hangman's influence on him was weakening - though he still kept his silver dollar. However, Harvey soon found himself thinking too much of the intelligent, beautiful Gilda, and cut off their patient/doctor relationship - in favor of a romantic affair that quickly deepened in emotion. Harvey and Gilda were married in the first year of his practicing law, and they were happy.

---

It took two years of law in Gotham and avoiding the pockets of crime lords for Harvey to finally land the position of Gotham's District Attorney - and at 26 years old, he was the youngest the city had ever seen. He worked quickly to begin the war against Gotham's organised crime, and particularly Carmine Falcone, that Harvey had been planning since his graduation. They drew the attention of GCPD - mainly the corrupt majority of the force - but more importantly, James Gordon, an honest cop in a dishonest town. They began to work together, making fair headway in their mission - but eventually, hitting a block where the criminals they were after had hidden themselves behind the law.

It was the emergence of the enigmatic vigilante that became known as the Batman that proved a breakthrough in Dent and Gordon's efforts against the mob. While Gordon was adamant with the Batman's status as an outlaw, it came to light that this man was one they could trust - and Gordon and Dent eventually struck up an uneasy alliance with the vigilante, allowing them, through him, to fight Gotham's mafia in areas the law would have otherwise restricted them.

It took a year, but together, the three were a true threat to Falcone's empire. Their final breakthrough came about by Carmine's own hand, an orchestrated tragedy that was intended to scare Harvey off, but only galvanized him with fury: a hit upon his wife. With her gone, Harvey felt The Hangman more than ever, but able to retain control and channel his grief and anger into one last surge at his campaign - and he finally managed to charge Carmine and make it stick, sending the crime lord to Blackgate. Harvey, Gordon, and Batman had won - but Harvey was left wondering at what cost.

Now, Harvey fights Gotham's crime alongside Gordon and Batman, with his good friends Bruce Wayne and Matthew Murdock to support him, although he still feels he has only one true companion.

_{It's me.}

| Supporting Cast: |
Bruce Wayne, trusted friend.
James Gordon, war comrade.
Matthew Murdock, uni buddy.
Batman, vigilante.

_{The Hangman.}

| How (if at all) does the New Frontier version of your character differ from the original?: |
Harvey's got a chopped-up backstory that lays the building blocks of the character while keeping him fresh and revitalized - although this is very much a pre-villain Dent.

_{I'm still here.}