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Star Trek: To Boldy Go (Again)

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Not entirely sure what to write, any suggestions?

Game of Thrones

"Those are brave men—let's go kill them." - Tyrion Lannister

The Broken King, Aegon III, has died, and with him goes the last shadows of the bitter civil war the singers and scribes call the Dance of Dragons. Though Aegon the Unlucky did what he could to put right the realm after the Dance and the disastrous era of Regents that followed it, Westeros still remains politically uncertain even in a Westeros without "greens" and "blacks."

The long time Hand of the King, Prince Viserys, has chosen not to insist on a Regency period, giving Westeros it's youngest ruling monarch during the Targaryen reign. Most say that the dragons have all died out, and many question whether or not the young King Daeron can lead the Targaryen dynasty into a new future--or if it is time for some Great Lords to chance becoming Kings once more.

If it's time for a revival of the game of thrones.

Game information:

• Set in 157 AC, well over a century before the events of the books/show.
• Setting/story rooted in canon but expected to diverge into it's own AU.
• The Targaryen dynasty will be at a crossroads.
• Exact state of Westeros and it's regions left vague for players to shape.
• Targaryens will be NPCs, the game focus on player characters and their actions.
• Competition between Houses encouraged. GMs will referee only when required.
• Sandbox game, with story arcs to be introduced (i.e. Conquest of Dorne, Coronation Tournament, etc) as desired.
• Currently the GMs are HeySeuss and myself.

Questions, comments, ruminations? Feel free to ask here on the Interest Check, or catch me in the game's chat.

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PHOENIX

26 ⭙ Jean Grey ⭙ Chaotic Neutral

⭙ _{H I S T O R Y} ⭙

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Jean Grey's childhood was a fairytale, that ended with a nightmare you don't wake up from. Jean is the only child of Percy Grey and Matilda Jennings-Grey. The Greys trace their bloodline back to a Norman knight, and had been in Boston since the days of the Massachusetts colony. The Jennings of Irish descent that saw them become part of a new wave to power in more recent American history, related to Kennedys in ancestry and political agenda. Both Percy and Matilda grew up in the machinisms that is the New England traditional life of high society, with its class structures, rules and concepts of appropriate behavior.

And they both rebelled against it as best they could until they found each other at Harvard, and rebellion became open dissent. For Percy that meant not using History as just an in to Law School, but actually wanting to pursue the life of an academic in the field. For Matilda it meant getting a job after graduating with no more than a Bachelor's in Biology. Refusing to use family connections, all Matilda found for work was that of a night shift nurse in a beaten down downtown Boston hospital. The couple moved into a small apartment in the city, and spend their time together sipping wine from plastic cups. Far from lavish, but they were happy.

The cycle of life would change that. Matilda lost her father, uncle, and a brother within the span of two years. Two to old age, one to drug addiction. While she would be okay, when the dust settled the family lawyers revealed her inheritance. Roughly at the same time, Matilda revealed to Percy that she was pregnant. It took Percy all of four minutes to go from finding out he would be a father, to announcing they would have to move. The couple agreed Matilda would quit her job, for now, and Percy would finally begin talking to schools outside of the Ivy League that had been offering him jobs for years.

Nine months later Matilda gave birth to a girl the couple named Jean Mallory: Jean after Percy's grandmother, Mallory after Matilda's favorite aunt. The day she was born was a bright pretty spring day, with a horrible storm that night. Matilda recounts having fever dreams that night, and remembering of them only stars and a star fire that spoke to her in tongues Matilda couldn't understand. Matilda had the first of many 'Phoenix' dreams that night, and though it was Matilda's last, Jean would continue to have them for the remainder of her life. When she was young they were nightmares that never went away, dark scenes and darker tones that were the only cloud in an otherwise cloudless life of happiness and love.

Her father became a respected professor of History and later Dean. Her mother would go on to be a hospital executive, the representative for nurses and other lower scale health workers at the very hospital she once worked the night shift as an ER nurse for. Jean spent her time between Boston and Cape Cod; the Red Sox and the boardwalks, even becoming the very thing that brought her parents and their families back together on good terms with her cotillion and work with the DAR. Life was all but perfect when Jean was twelve, a passenger in a car with Abby, Abby's older sister, and her best friend. Jean still doesn't remember the accident. Police reports say the car swerved to avoid an animal, and flipped. A lot.

Jean remembers Abby dying; except she remembers it from Abby's point of view. She remembers holding Abby as the girl died in her arms, though police reports say that was impossible, as Jean was unconscious when they arrived. Jean even remembers dying, and hearing a voice that cracked and popped like a raging fire telling her to let go of Abby in the darkness: that if she stayed with Abby's mind too long, too far into death, it would be dangerous.

When her parents brought her to Xavier, Charles claimed the voice was just a manifestation of her own natural abilities. That if it were real, he would sense it in Jean's mind, and in her memories. But the bird of fire still appears in Jean's dreams, though it's never spoken to her since the accident. Charles believes this to be because Jean's training has come far. She has fought alongside her fellow X-Men against many foes, and took her place side by side with them against Magneto and the Brotherhood, Sentinels, Kryptonians, and much more. As a nod to her endless fiery dreams, she did all of this under the codename 'Phoenix'.

A nod to dreams became infinitely more during the Kryptonian invasion. When Jean truly believed her friends could die, heatless flame began to appear where telekinetic force had only been before, mixing together as if somehow both were part of the same universal puzzle--as if the power had become cosmic in nature. Where flame and force appear together in the cosmic state of energy and matter, time and space. For a flash Jean felt and saw more than the combination of every Phoenix dream she had ever experienced.

This was different. This was real.

On that day the Phoenix turned the tide, and lived up to her name. The chaos and destruction of the day also saw her become closer to Wolverine than would have otherwise been possible given normal circumstances. When Jean felt an outsider because of the dreams gone real it was Logan that she felt could truly understand. Not her boyfriend. Not her mentor. More than her relationship began to come apart in the aftermath of the invasion; so too did her relationship with Xaviers. It's rumored in the halls of Xavier that Jean did not part on good terms with their namesake. The true reason stays unknown but to those involved--and they don't seem to be talking.

When Jean left, Logan left. The night it happened, no one seemed to believe Jean left before Logan. Everyone assumed Logan was the leaving type, not Jean. Never Jean Grey. Logan caught up to her at a diner about an hour north of the city, and JFK airport. Not many words were shared, not many were needed. They left together, quickly securing under the radar transportation to a somewhat surprising destination given the duo in question: Genosha, the mutant nation.

Time is needed to decompress and regroup, but even now, Jean has something already in mind. If only she had a fedora and a trenchcoat...

⭙ _{A L L I E S} ⭙

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⬥ Wolverine - Her friend, first and foremost, her lover and beau. Jean likes to joke he's also her muscle, her body guard. People who have no idea of what occurred during the Kryptonian invasion have an easier time laughing at that.

⬥ The X-Men - Jean, like Logan, remains a 'reserve member' of the X-Men. They're still her family. She just needs time to figure her own issues out before she can properly focus on being an active X-Man again. Given her former role as team mom, she remains in constant communication with many of the X-Men, and even some students.

⬥ Charles Xavier - Despite their falling out, the two remain close: the result of knowing someone on the level only two telepaths can. She called him a liar, he admitted to violating her psychic trust for what he considered the good of the X-Men, and that was the show. He's e-mailed, having the decency to stay away telepathically. She responded once to let him know she was safe, and where she was going.

⬥ Erik Lensherr - Because of her connection and time with Xavier, Jean probably knows the man most know as Magneto better than anyone. With Xavier no longer an option for Jean to turn to if she needs advice after the first flicker of the Phoenix come alive, Magneto becomes an intriguing option. Few know what it's like to hold such power in their hands, to feel connected to the wider universe on such a deep, profound, level. He does.

⭙ _{F O E S} ⭙

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⬥ Erik Lensherr - Call it frenemies. Magneto has done damage to herself and those she cares for in the past, and that forever marks him as someone she could never fully trust. One day she believes the man could truly rehabilitate...but she does not believe that moment is anywhere in the immediate future.

⬥ Mystique - Simply put, Jean hates the bitch.

⬥ Senator Robert Kelly (VA-R) - More a political rival than a rival on the battlefield, never the less Jean has many times found herself as the public face of the X-Men going off against Senator Kelly. He is a vain idealogue that has proven he will stoop to any level to achieve his vision of success--a vision that bodes very badly for any metahuman, let alone mutant.

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Carol felt her face do what the faces of none of her other teammates were doing after the Stark Tower reveal: nothing. No laughter, no incredulous outburst, nothing. Carol was harder to get a read on than an F-22 gone full stealth mode. She knew it, and she liked to use it. Sometimes it made her seem distant to some, other times it made her seem mysterious--either way it never left anyone a great opening from which to read her. And without a proper read on her...it was easier for Carol to keep the bitches on their toes that way.

In fact, Carol didn't say anything until Stark's screwed up his attempt at a team slogan. How could a man be such a, technically, genius, and yet so practically, well, not?

"Alliteration, Stark. Like this," she paused only long enough to stand, and let her blue eyes flash across each and every super powered member of the team--unpainted lightly glossed lips curling at their edges, a smile forming with each syllable: "Avengers, assemble." Standing hadn't been an accident, after dropping the alliteration Carol quickly turned to the one true civilian in the room: Ms. Potts.

"Pepper, was it?" Carol still wore the smile; bright and friendly it gave no indication of what she was about to do next. The red haired assistant nodded quickly, her eyes sticking to Carol out of sheer anticipation. Carol didn't make the woman wait long, "So, yeah, it's actually illegal for you to be in this meeting." By the time Carol was done speaking the sentence, her eyes had already shot from Pepper, to Tony, and back to Pepper. "I'm pretty sure Tony never explained to you that these meetings are as Top Secret as it gets, so--"

So just stand there and don't say a word right now, Stark. Please, Christ.

Pepper Potts took it in stride. With the three inch heels the woman wore, Carol was almost shocked to see her take anything in any kind of stride. "Ooh, you know, I think Tony did forget to mention that." Pepper shot a sharp look to Stark, before turning for the door.

"Ha, yeah, that Tony...we won't keep him long. Be right out." When the door to the room opened, Carol instructed a guard to show Pepper to the nearest lounge. Staff Sergeant Compton his name tag read, 'Danny' as Carol called him--she knew most of the uniformed staff on a first name basis, the civilians she was still getting to know. The idea of moving to Stark Tower...didn't make her feel good. It'd take her out of her comfort zone, out of the immediate vicinity of uniformed personnel.

Then again, the thought occurred, that might be one of the reasons Stark wanted the team to move.

She closed the door carefully, and turned back to the meeting. Wearing white Nikes, navy blue sweat pants with big block gold lettering down the side of her legs that read, "NAVY", and a gold colored Navy PT top, her mind was already on changing. On stepping into Captain Marvel, physically and mentally. "Stark, we aren't the Beatles, and you're sure as shit not Lennon--so keep the girlfriends out of the studio."

There wasn't even irritation in her tone, just minor amusements that quickly faded as Carol mentally gave way to the Captain. "I assume you've got the area they're in staked out? We'll know floor plans, locations of targets, what the numbers are? More importantly, any chance you got a line on how they came by these weapons? 'The means', I think you called them?"

“You offend me, Danvers,” said Stark, hand held over his heart, “Of course I do. J.A.R.V.I.S. is sending you all that info as we speak. He’s working on ‘the means’, but like I said, I’m not sure about them. Yet. I was hoping to, y’know, beat it out of them.”

Like a Vice cop, it wasn't so much the product that interested Carol, dangerous as this particular product was, but the supplier and the supply chain. If the intel was good it gave Carol a new appreciation for Tony Starks--and new ideas for ways he could contribute to the team. If the intel was good; and the only she'd know that was by having boots meet ground. She felt her body tingle, a feeling that seemed to start in her chest and spread. It was time to move. It was time to get things done.

More importantly, it was time to fly. "Why thank you, Stark. Apparently I need to change. Excuse me."

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Carol Danvers stood where sunlight and A/C clashed, the door next to her kept open by a door stop. Her mind had long gone absent, thinking of far off things, the empty glass soda bottle in her right hand tapping against the railing of the fifth floor balcony and outdoor lounge--killing time as she waited. The strange sensation of processed air-conditioned air mixing with the fresh Southern Californian air tingled her nostrils, the clash of chilled air with warm lazy Sunday morning air making her feel a woman caught between two realities.

A feeling that was anything but new to Carol.

The trip to Los Angeles was short notice, something Carol hadn't minded at all, considering the sheer amount of boredom that resulted from sitting about the Avengers complex not doing much of anything useful. So when her phone lit up with the invite to LA, she didn't hesitate. She'd lost her golden aviators somewhere in flight over Colorado, crossing the Rockies. Gave her an excuse to buy new ones once she had gotten to LA; she found a new pair in the Howard Hughes center, where an oversized outdoor mall met an oversized movie theater and span of restaurants nearly as far as the eye could see. Wearing an old favorite pair of blue jeans, a white tank top whose straps mixed with a white bra, and a vintage leather bomber jacket gifted to her from an old Vet. Right now she was little more than a tall blonde in a city with countless tall blondes.

Since the start of her public life as Captain Marvel, there had been precious few moments of getting to blend in, of just being a wallflower. Growing up, Carol was always used to a certain amount of attention, a certain level of white noise ever present in her life. It had only increased when she got to the Academy, and again increased when she got out to the Fleet. But none of it, not the attention she got for being attractive, not the attention she got for being a female pilot, not even the attention she got for being an attractive female pilot--none of it entered the atmosphere that was the attention she got as Captain Marvel.

"There are star athletes, then there are celebrities, then there are royals and presidents--and THEN there are superheroes."

That's how the Uber driver put it to her on the way over. She took an Uber, a new(ish) grey Civic driven by a charming young artist based out of Compton named Kahlil, in an attempt to keep a lower profile than zooming around the city in the air would allow. The moment young Kahlil learned she was on her way to the posh headquarters of Daystrom Media Enterprises, he began telling her all about how superheroes were the new top tier of famous in the world. That it made sense for Captain Marvel to meet with DME.

To that, Carol explained it was a meeting set up by a friend, not a power move. In truth, Carol hadn't even asked many details when she was told about it, a fact that quietly ate away at her after Kahlil put the spotlight right on her. The friend met Carol at the DME building on Sunset; Tiffany had every bit of glamor that Carol did not: where Carol was in jeans, a tank top, and a leather jacket her model friend was resplendent in a tight, sleeveless, dress adorned in metallic beading of purples and reds and blues. Her dark brown hair long, impossibly straight, and shining bright.

They barely got in the building before their voices got quiet, and tense. Facing each other, ignoring anyone else. Carol wasn't siked about being paraded before a talent management agency. Tiffany wasn't siked about Captain Marvel, her friend, being wholey dependent on the US Government P.R. machine. Options were never a bad thing, Tiff argued--right?

"Right." Carol finally allowed, partially sighing the word, her blue eyes watching as Tiffany turned and greeted young scions of DME; wearing various designers in various states of business casual. Next, they descended upon Carol, shaking hands and exchanging quick introductions before the meeting on the fifth floor with their bosses. The pitch was impressive enough, even Carol had to admit. They showed her what DME could have done for Captain Marvel in the wake of the Kryptonian invasion--their only true slippage coming when Carol admitted she wouldn't have wanted to do so many interviews.

One of the DME bosses had simply smiled at Carol's reservation: "What about just a morning show, a late show, and your choice--Charlie Rose?"

...and, well, she did like Charlie Rose. Oak table, black background, serious (enough) topics and conversations. As it was Captain Marvel had only been available to the press once, during the press conference that introduced her to the American public, and the world as a whole. DME called that decision by the Government a mistake. That it "robbed" the world of a golden opportunity to get to know the newest superhero, and one of it's few great superheroines. At the end of it, the overly glamorized and overly educated talent agents promised to turn Captain Marvel into "the heroine that your nieces could be proud of."

Carol didn't say it--she didn't have to, Tiff did: "Maisie and Claudia Danvers are proud of their aunt."

"And so there are people out there asking if Captain Marvel is even a hero--some claim she's an alien, some she's a government weapon. Yet if the US Governemnt had done their job right the first time when they introduced Captain Marvel...would your little nieces have even ever heard people ask such questions about their beloved aunt?"

Tiff and Carol exchanged a look, before the meeting ended for Carol; Tiff stayed in the room a little while longer to talk without Carol, gathering contact details and setting up a second meeting, Carol going outside on the balcony to wait and consider whether or not she even wanted to be part of a second meeting. Newly purchased aviators back on, tapping the now empty bottle of the coca-cola she'd gotten in the meeting, waiting.

When the girl appeared in the door, she appeared with a rueful smile on her pretty, painted, red high glossed lips. "So, hey. I'm sorry if that caught you off guard. I tried to warn you."

She had, too, Carol remembered. Over the phone, Tiffany had started to tell her that what she wanted to set up for Carol might make the pilot "feel out of place." Tiff was the glamor girl who enjoyed the jetsetter lifestyle. Carol had never exactly been the type. Being courted by one of Hollywood's biggest talent agencies? It was strange, and it would make waves. Carol was certain she'd hear about it from someone in the government, maybe even Stark. Was Captain Marvel going Hollywood?

Carol snorted, waving her hand, the one with the empty bottle. "It's okay, Tiff. You tried to warn me, right? And some of what they said in there made sense--I'm starting to realize the DoD hasn't done Captain Marvel a lot of favors so far." She shrugged, quickly, dismissively. "But I don't know if the answer to that is this."

"This?"

"Going Hollywood."

Tiffany Saunders laughed, loudly, and leaned in to steal a hug from the taller blonde superhuman woman. "Only you would consider this going Hollywood, Carol."

Carol relented, the light, sweet, scent of Tiffany's perfume filling her nostrils, Tiffany's arms simply looping around Carol's waist: allowing Carol to hug her shoulders, and whisper in her ear, "Thanks, Tiff. Seriously, for looking out for me, and for looking out for Captain Marvel."

The hug unwound, but the young woman gave a tug to Carol's jacket. "Stay tonight? There's a pizza place in West Hollywood you'd love, I know you would, and then maybe we could head down to the beaches? Or maybe..." Her voice trailed, as her eyes read Carol. Bittersweet became her smile, Tiff's tone staying unpressured, staying casual. She knew now Carol wasn't staying. "Don't worry about it. I adore you, I'm happy to look out for you, and Captain Marvel. Would you like me to take that, for you?"

Carol had all but forgotten about the glass coke bottle, and that Tiffany could always tell when Carol wanted to fly. Literally. Apparently Carol got fidgety, and closed up and quiet. Half blushing, Carol handed over the bottle. "Thanks, you." A quick lean in and Carol's lips pressed to Tiff's cheek. "Call me when you get back into the City?"

The City, she said, meaning New York City. "Absolutely." Tiff nodded, and Carol smiled, sneaking one last cheek kiss before her blue eyes went skyward, and her body soon followed--making a quick detour through the Hollywood sign before going up and up, skyward, and eastward. Tiffany Saunders watching her go, the model's big brown eyes turning yellow and alien as Carol left the lower layers of the atmosphere.

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Identity: Carol Danvers, Commander, USN/Captain Marvel
Age: 28
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Backstory:

Born to Joe and Marie Danvers in Milford, Colorado, the lone daughter of the couple's three children. Carol's childhood was as close to idyllic as the modern world seems to get; a fixture in a small town where people knew each other, and cared for each other. The world was changing, sure enough, but the folks in Milford barely knew a single homosexual--let alone any mutants. It was the perfect kind of place for a girl with big dreams to fly high to grow up, especially considering the many air bases in the area. Since the day she was three and attended her first air show, Carol Danvers knew what she wanted to do with her life. There was never any mystery.

Life changed after graduating the top of her highschool class. There had been a brief recruitment battle between the Air Force and the Navy, but in the end, the idea of being a pilot that could travel the world and fly off the steel deck of an air craft carrier was enough to win her over. All of that was great, fun even, but reality came fast and cold as she left home for Annapolis. The demands seemed insane, the expectations extreme, and for the first semester she felt more like she was drowning than living any kind of dream.

After a holiday break spent at home, Carol returned to Annapolis and found her footing. With comfort and confidence came results; Carol was quickly proving herself a fine student and better Cadet. Soon after the Academy Carol begins pilot training, and her career is on the fast track. Nothing seems to change until Carol is selected as a finalist for NASA's Astronaut Corps. Though she doesn't make the final cut, she does meet an alien named Mar-Vell by a trick of fate, an alien under the disguise of a NASA scientist, Dr. Walter Lawson.

Though Mar-Vell doesn't admit exactly what he's doing on Earth, or why exactly he's poking about Cape Canaveral, he does admit to her his commander has turned on him due to jealousy and a love triangle, framed him for the murder of the woman he loved--an admission that takes the entirety of four shots of tequila's time. Buzzing or not, the duo soon find themselves on the run from agents of Mar-Vell's commander. The two are separated, and Carol finds herself captured, brought up to a Kree warship avoiding earth's detection sensors. Mar-Vell follows despite knowing a trap awaits, and a battle ensues.

In the course of the battle, Carol and Mar-Vell are caught in the explosion of a Kree Psyche-Magneton device. The energy bombardment somehow caused Carol’s genetic structure to be melded with Mar-Vell's. While Mar-Vell was apparently unaltered by the event, Carol was now a perfect hybrid of Kree and human genes. In addition, she possessed all of Mar-vell's Kree knowledge and training. A transformed Carol joining the fight after the explosion is enough to swing the fight in their favor, leaving Yon-Rogg to limp home and answer for his crimes and deceptions. Inspired by, and nudged into it by, Mar-Vell, Carol adopts the identity of Captain Marvel to do more with her new found powers than simply hide.

Carol Danvers outs herself first to the US Navy, and subsequently the DoD as a whole. Until they can figure out exactly what to do with her, Carol initially spends her time as a test pilot...no one having to worry for her life if she were to blow up in blaze of fire because of a design flaw. She helps rescue submarine crews, and helps avoid disaster at another Naval facility by entering a highly radioactive zone and being remotely walked through repairs. Word gets around and another corner of the US Navy asks if Carol can help them out, too: the US Navy SEALs.

Thus begins Carol's involvement in shadow ops. Her time with the SEALs is spent right alongside them, and often at the front of any and every confrontation; her new found powers saving precious lives of the special operators all around her. After a few years Carol begins working with the CIA, though never officially leaving active duty status, she would do well enough to eventually find herself working with SHIELD. Always shadow ops, always missions too dangerous or just impractical for anyone else. Eventually Carol is taken off the black ops roster, and promoted to Commander.

The US public is introduced to Captain Marvel, aka Commander Carol Danvers, at a press conference. Before she gets off the stage, her phone is blowing up, most of all by a shocked set of parents: Joe and Marie. Not a week later Captain Marvel makes her first appearance, responding to Kryptonian attacks in Gotham City. It's a rough introduction, but gives Carol the confidence she can make a deciding impact even against epic targets such as Kryptonians. In the aftermath the Pentagon announces Captain Marvel's joining of the Avengers.

Supporting Cast:

Tony Stark - Iron-Man,the "self appointed" leader of the Avengers--a claim Carol cares little for. The more she's around Stark, the more common ground she finds, and the more she realizes just how much an asset he could really be to the team. And maybe, with improvement as a leader and a person, Carol could even see Stark leading the Avengers one day.

Lt. Commander Jamie Hunley, Jr., USN - Fellow female pilot, best friend. Carol's sister from another mother, as well as her current roommate. Jamie's considered a jump to SHIELD, not caring if her friendship to Captain Marvel is the reason for the potential opportunity.

Joey Danvers - Her brother remains a strong presence in Carol's life, as well as her bridge back to Milford's daily comings and goings. Joey is married with two daughters; both of whom hold up Captain Marvel, their aunt Carol, as their hero.

Alex Gage - Veteran, writer, journalist. British young man with a knack for investigative reporting who did two tours in Iraq. Carol's on again, off again, boyfriend--he's around when she has time for him, and understands when she doesn't. Not an ideal situation, but Alex is a sweet man, and a fascinating human being that Carol has all the respect in the world for.

Tiffany Saunders - Society writer and sometimes gossip blogger, well known fashion vlogger, all despite being a graduate of Vanderbilt and award winning writer of several children's books. Part time model, full time friend of Carol's, occassional FWB.

Rogues:

Nitro - A western metahuman merc fond of working for violent extremist organizations. Helped unleash a wave of terror bankrolled by al-Qaeda and the so-called Islamic State. A constant thorn in Carol's side from her time with the SEALs, and one that may have developed an unhealthy obsession with the woman who has handed him his ass more than a few times. Who knows what length Nitro will go to in order to get even with Captain Marvel.

Von-Rogg - Yon-Rogg's illegitimate son, present on his father's warship during the incident with Mar-Vell and Carol that cost Yon-Rogg his life. A fanatic and leader of a small band hellbent on avenging Yon-Rogg. There is talk Von-Rogg's group may be receiving aid from a higher positioned member of Kree society not pleased with the events that turned Carol Danvers into Captain Marvel...

Ronan the Accuser - Sees Carol as an abomination of Kree biology and technology. Though he has yet to actively work against Captain Marvel, he is aware of Captain Marvel's public emergence and her success in helping defend Earth from the Kryptonian invasion. It's only a matter of time before he decides she has broken the very natural laws of all Kree by her very existance.

Aria - Alien life force determined to "test" Carol for compatibility. Each "test" is more dangerous than the last, and while Carol has so far been able to fight off Aria on her own without much collateral damage, logic seems to dictate it's only a matter of time. Currently stalking Tiffany Saunders.

Retrogarde [Fantasy Noir]

Hello,

I'm just letting you know that I am not able to do this RP. It's mostly because I think I have a very different idea of where to go with it as well as a very different sort of pacing. It's been hard for me to do that first post. That post is ready, but it doesn't fit the rest of the narrative.

I totally wish you guys luck with this RP, however!

@HeySeuss

I'm unfortunately in the same boat. =/ This is what I get for taking part in a prequel. ^_^

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Here.

Retrogarde [Fantasy Noir]

K. I've got a murder mystery story that connects to Vara that keeps coming up in my head. Might have to use it, if possible.

Retrogarde [Fantasy Noir]

So, a little confused (what's new?):

Is this a sandbox, or is there a storyline to subscribe to?