Supermaxx

Absolute Comics - A Multi-Fandom Singular Universe Roleplay

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I have some notes.

@Ruby

I'll take notes!

Absolute Comics - A Multi-Fandom Singular Universe Roleplay

Look Up in the Sky

C H A R A C T E R S H E E T F O R M A T:

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S U P E R M A N
S U P E R M A N

^{"I wish everyone could see Earth the way I do. From up here, its all one place."}

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 _________________________________________________________ Clark Joseph Kent // Kal-El _________________________________________________________ 33 | American | Kryptonian S U P P O R T I N G C A S T S U P P O R T I N G C A S T _________________________________________________________ [+] A L L I E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Jimmy Olsen, Best Friend. Photographer at the Daily Planet. ◼ Lois Lane, Girlfriend. Ace journalist at the Daily Planet. ◼ Perry White, Boss. Editor-in-Chief at the Daily Planet. ◼ Ma and Pa Kent, Parents. Happily retired in Smallville. ◼ John Henry Irons, Friend. Former engineer at LexCorp, founder of Steelworks. ◼ Kelex, Assistant. Artificial Intelligence stored within Superman's rocket. Damaged in the initial crash, much of Kelex's memory has been corrupted, offering precious little information about his world of origin. One of Clark's last connection to Krypton. A N T A G O N I S T S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Lex Luthor, Archenemy. Billionaire owner of LexCorp. Sponsor of the Legion of Justice. Egomaniac. ◼ Ultra-Humanite, Mad Genius. Formerly a biologist attempting to unlock the secrets to human evolution. Currently a hyper intelligent, albino gorilla and petty criminal. ◼ Winslow Schott, Toyman. Weapons manufacturer with a fixation on children's toys. Currently imprisoned in Stryker's. ◼ Maxwell Dillon, Electro. Former electrical lineman turned to living electricity. Former thief, now a member of the Legion of Justice. ◼ John Corben, Metallo. Soldier turned cyborg by the Metal-Zero project. Member of the Legion of Justice. ◼ Kristine Calverly, Burnout. A thrill-seeking speedster arrested for manslaughter. Member of the Legion of Justice. ◼ Nathan Jones, Coldcast. Vigilante 'hero' with the power of magnetism. Recruited as a member of the Legion of Justice. ◼ Rudolph Jones, Parasite. Turned into an energy devouring monster by an accident at Star Labs. - P O S T C A T A L O G U E P O S T C A T A L O G U E _________________________________________________________ XX - Post Name -

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 ___________________________________________________________________________________ Tell me if you've heard this story before: A planet doomed by the arrogance of men. Two scientists, desperate to save their only son, placed him inside a rocket. The Last Son of Krypton took to the stars- amless, wandering, guided only by the winds of fate. Fate sent that rocket crashing into a field in the middle of nowhere. Two bewildered farmers found a crying babe within. They embraced this alien child from the stars as their own. Raised him to be compassionate, honest, and just. As he grew into adolescence, Clark Kent discovered the power of the sun flowing in his veins. He wasn't sure what to do with it yet. Even at twelve years old, he crushed steel if he squeezed too hard. Trying to jump up to the kitchen counter sent him through the ceiling and into his bedroom. Once, he ran so fast down the highway he couldn't stop- exploded straight through the guard rail, two trees and Thomas Lang's tractor. Everything he could do frightened him to his core. Finding the rocket and the message from his birth parents changed everything. Ma and Pa encouraged Clark to embrace who he was, to dispense with his fear and harnass what he was capable of to the benefit of others. Clark started by helping his neighbors. Smallville was the safest town in the world until Clark graduated high school and left for college in the big city. Metropolis was a wholly different animal to Smallville. Here, Clark had to contend with more than highwaymen and natural disasters. Metropolis had super intelligent albino gorillas and mechanized war machines shaped like children's toys. It had a couple million residents crying out for hope as billionaires bought up their neighborhoods, polluted their water and smuggled extraterrestrial rayguns into their streets. Metropolis was where Clark Kent, the superpowered, well-meaning if terribly clumsy teenager, became SUPERMAN. This is Clark's second year wearing the cape. He's tangled with a number of rogues, such as the previously mentioned Ultra-Humanite and Toyman. It hasn't been exactly easy for him, but the Man of Steel will soon find there are some problems he can't solve with his fists and a hopeful smile. The mayor of Metropolis just unveiled a new task force for dealing with the 'metahuman problem' plaguing their fair city: the Legion of Justice, a semi-independent law enforcement initiative sponsored and equipped by none other than LexCorp. Armed with highly advanced weapons and lab-grown superpowers, Lex Luthor's very own Legion will all but replace Metropolis's need for Superman. P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) __________________________________________________________________________________ I love Superman. I've loved him since I was yay high and watched him kick ass in his animated series. To me, he's the quintessential superhero. He inspires people to stand up for themselves and fight for a better tomorrow. He is hope for a brighter future personified. His drive for truth, justice and dignity for all are core parts of his character I want to emphasize that in my writing. Moreover, the way Superman affects the people around him is just as pivotal. I want to portray the people of Metropolis as a living, breathing society, and explore how the existence of someone like Superman changes their everyday lives. The Legion of Justice will introduce Superman's greatest archenemy, Lex Luthor, in a slightly different light. Lex is the proud sponsor of Metropolis's newest superhero team. Acting with the confidence of the mayor and full legal authority, The Legion is meant as a test launch for Luthor's real project: PlanetWatch (name pending for more focus group testing), a global hero initiative to replace the 'anarchy' of vigilantism with profit-driven, metric-orientated crime fighting.

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^{"Witty Quote #2"___}

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G R E E N L A N T E R N
G R E E N L A N T E R N

^{"Grab the broom of anger and drive off the beast of fear."}

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 _________________________________________________________ Sojourner 'Jo' Mullein _________________________________________________________ 39 | Citizen of the City Enduring/American S U P P O R T I N G C A S T S U P P O R T I N G C A S T _________________________________________________________ [+] A L L I E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Cameron Chase - S.W.O.R.D Special Agent-in-Charge of the Coast City Field Office, Mullein's Ex-Wife ◼ Simon Baz - Assistant Special Agent-in-Charge of S.W.O.R.D, Chase's partner and best friend ◼ Todd Rice - Friend, owner of Atom Bomb Café & Diner in Evergreen, Nevada ◼ Mark 'Manhunter' Shaw - CCPD, Detective, former partner ◼ Hal Jordan - Green Lantern 2814.1, homicide vic ◼ Guy Gardner - Green Lantern 2814.2, pain in the ass ◼ John Stewart - Green Lantern 2814.3, the competent one A N T A G O N I S T S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ William Hand - ??? ◼ Keith Kenyon - Hitman ◼ Hector Hammond - Billionaire maniac ◼The Controllers and the Blackstars - ??? - P O S T C A T A L O G U E P O S T C A T A L O G U E _________________________________________________________ #1 - The Pilot -

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 ___________________________________________________________________________________ This is my attempt to blend my two favorite Sojourner Mullein runs: the original Far Sector and the utterly fantastic Absolute Green Lantern run. In this continuity, Jo's one year tenure as the City Enduring's 'sheriff' has turned into a decade long posting at the frontier of known space- a place so distant from Oa that her sector has no official numerical designation. She's built a life in the City Enduring: she has a voice on the Trilogy council, oversaw the return of emotions for twenty billion souls, and married Syzn of the Cliffs, by the Streaking Ice. Just as she allowed herself to feel comfortable, disaster struck. The preeminent Green Lantern of Earth, Hal Jordan, is dead. Murdered by forces unknown. Worse still, his ring refuses to seek out a replacement. While Guy Gardner and Jon Stewart are busy protecting the most chaotic sector in the galaxy, the Guardians of the Universe have elected Sojourner Mullein to investigate Jordan's death. She's forced to leave her new life behind, returning to a world so far in her rear view it may as well be alien. P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) __________________________________________________________________________________ My goal with this run is to introduce my favorite Green Lantern to a more 'mainline' continuity. The Green Lantern Corps and the other flavors of the emotional spectrum are all present and well established, both to act as background for my own run as well as to leave other players plenty of toys in the sandbox- if they want them. I'm more than keen to establish the cosmic side of the game if there's interest in that. If other players want to write for the Corps, I'm happy to make room. Characters like Guy, John and Simon will feature in my stuff but their roles aren't so vital that they're unavailable to interested parties. And Kyle, Jessica, Jade and Alan are completely off my radar. Hal Jordan's a fucking corpse, though. Sorry. As for my solo act, Sojourner Mullein is not a traditional green lantern. Her power ring is designed in such a way that it has a lower power ceiling than an ordinary variant, but its self-charging, requiring no trip back to a power battery to juice up. That makes it poorly suited for knock down, drag out fights with Atrocitus or Sinestro. For Sojourner, its an investigator's tool: a means to see that which cannot ordinarily be seen, go where she could not ordinarily go, and a way to dig up the secrets people try to bury.

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^{"In brightest day, in blackest night..."___}

Absolute Comics - A Multi-Fandom Singular Universe Roleplay

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Having just read Absolute GL in its current entirety yesterday, this has me hyped.

@Lord Wraith

its such a fuckin bop

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You want to do what to Hal's corpse?

@Master Bruce

Absolute Comics - A Multi-Fandom Singular Universe Roleplay

GREEN LANTERN

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G R E E N L A N T E R N
G R E E N L A N T E R N

^{"Grab the broom of anger and drive off the beast of fear."}

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 _________________________________________________________ Sojourner 'Jo' Mullein _________________________________________________________ 39 | Citizen of the City Enduring/American S U P P O R T I N G C A S T S U P P O R T I N G C A S T _________________________________________________________ [+] A L L I E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Cameron Chase - S.W.O.R.D Special Agent-in-Charge of the Coast City Field Office, Mullein's Ex-Wife ◼ Simon Baz - Assistant Special Agent-in-Charge of S.W.O.R.D, Chase's partner and best friend ◼ Todd Rice - Friend, owner of Atom Bomb Café & Diner in Evergreen, Nevada ◼ Mark 'Manhunter' Shaw - CCPD, Detective, former partner ◼ Hal Jordan - Green Lantern 2814.1, homicide vic ◼ Guy Gardner - Green Lantern 2814.2, pain in the ass ◼ John Stewart - Green Lantern 2814.3, the competent one A N T A G O N I S T S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ William Hand - ??? ◼ Keith Kenyon - Hitman ◼ Hector Hammond - Billionaire maniac ◼The Controllers and the Blackstars - ??? - P O S T C A T A L O G U E P O S T C A T A L O G U E _________________________________________________________ #1 - The Pilot -

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 ___________________________________________________________________________________ This is my attempt to blend my two favorite Sojourner Mullein runs: the original Far Sector and the utterly fantastic Absolute Green Lantern run. In this continuity, Jo's one year tenure as the City Enduring's 'sheriff' has turned into a decade long posting at the frontier of known space- a place so distant from Oa that her sector has no official numerical designation. She's built a life in the City Enduring: she has a voice on the Trilogy council, oversaw the return of emotions for twenty billion souls, and married Syzn of the Cliffs, by the Streaking Ice. Just as she allowed herself to feel comfortable, disaster struck. The preeminent Green Lantern of Earth, Hal Jordan, is dead. Murdered by forces unknown. Worse still, his ring refuses to seek out a replacement. While Guy Gardner and Jon Stewart are busy protecting the most chaotic sector in the galaxy, the Guardians of the Universe have elected Sojourner Mullein to investigate Jordan's death. She's forced to leave her new life behind, returning to a world so far in her rear view it may as well be alien. P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) __________________________________________________________________________________ My goal with this run is to introduce my favorite Green Lantern to a more 'mainline' continuity. The Green Lantern Corps and the other flavors of the emotional spectrum are all present and well established, both to act as background for my own run as well as to leave other players plenty of toys in the sandbox- if they want them. I'm more than keen to establish the cosmic side of the game if there's interest in that. If other players want to write for the Corps, I'm happy to make room. Characters like Guy, John and Simon will feature in my stuff but their roles aren't so vital that they're unavailable to interested parties. And Kyle, Jessica, Jade and Alan are completely off my radar. Hal Jordan's a fucking corpse, though. Sorry. As for my solo act, Sojourner Mullein is not a traditional green lantern. Her power ring is designed in such a way that it has a lower power ceiling than an ordinary variant, but its self-charging, requiring no trip back to a power battery to juice up. That makes it poorly suited for knock down, drag out fights with Atrocitus or Sinestro. For Sojourner, its an investigator's tool: a means to see that which cannot ordinarily be seen, go where she could not ordinarily go, and a way to dig up the secrets people try to bury.

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^{"In brightest day, in blackest night..."___}

The Things We Fight For

B

Worlds Collide: A Merged Universe Superhero Roleplay

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Yes.

I wasn’t meaning to insult anyone. And I’m sorry if I did.

@Azure Bubbles

You're good. I took the worst interpretation of the message and got prickly about it. That's on me, apologies.

Worlds Collide: A Merged Universe Superhero Roleplay

I join RPs for the character interaction.

@Azure Bubbles

That's totally fine. Never had a problem with how other people like to write. I've done plenty of RPs based on collaboration.

Did think it was weird that you decided to snipe at other people in your introduction, though. Didn't really appreciate it as it was entirely unnecessary and unfriendly.

Worlds Collide: A Merged Universe Superhero Roleplay

Going to continue my fan fiction era after Thanksgiving week is over and everyone shuffles out of the house

Worlds Collide: A Merged Universe Superhero Roleplay

_{PUNISHER: WAR JOURNAL}

CHAPTER #6: Reckoning: Part 2

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_{New York-Presbyterian Hospital, Brooklyn ♦ New York City}

Surely goodness and mercy will follow me
All the days of my life
And I will dwell on this earth
Forevermore

I woke up two days later in NYP with a splitting headache. Nauseous was too mild a word to describe it. I felt like a steaming deer carcass left to cook on the asphalt for two weeks. When I tried to sit up my restraints clanked against the gurney, and my head started to swim. Whatever constituted a brain inside that thick skull of mine wasn't doing too hot. It sloshed around against the walls. Made me lurch. Bile spewed out of my throat and onto the bed sheets.

The door opened. A nurse came running in. Outside, I saw a pair of uniforms on other side of the doorway, looking bored as shit. Of course there were guards. I'd be insulted if there weren't.

"Careful there, pal." The nurse waved an assuaging hand at me. He looked a head taller than me and near as broad. Didn't take a genius to know why they'd picked him. Had a good smile, though. "You're only a few hours out of surgery. I'm surprised you're even awake."

The nurse pulled away my vomit-soaked sheets and handed me a trio of pink pills. Oh, I had a free hand. Didn't even notice. I used it to pop the smarties and laid back in bed.

"Thanks, doc." I muttered.

He strode to the side of my bed covered in screens and gadgets I couldn't make heads nor tails of. "I'm just the nurse. Your doctor tonight is...Let me check the chart."

I waved him off. S'alright. My mistake. Force of habit."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. Guy who gives you candy and patches you up is always doc. Even if he only got twenty-five weeks of training."

The nurse set my chart down and crossed his arms beside my bed. "Sounds a heck of lot like the Army. Did you serve?"

I laughed, trying not to be insulted. Did I look like one of those knuckledragging grunts? Jesus. "Nah. The Corps was my poison."

"Well...thanks. Y'know, for-"

"You finish that sentence n' I'm feedin' you your teeth."

The guy looked spooked for a second before I flashed him a grin. Wasn't sure it would help, though. My wife used to say my smile could skin a cat. It looked wrong. Like I taught my face to mimic happiness instead of feeling it. Somehow, though, it fooled my nurse. He relaxed and went back to work, tapping away on his computer.

"I get it. My brother used to serve, too." He said. "He hated the thank you givers and well wishers."

"Anybody who went over there for thank yous is an asshole."

He snorted out a laugh. "Hear that. Why did you go, though? If you don't mind me asking."

I didn't say anything for a long while. Let the question ruminate in my swamp of a mind. Its putrid waters bubbled up images of people jumping from smoking towers. In its stagnate surface, I saw myself on the tarmac, lumpy head freshly shaved. Didn't want the barbers at basic giving me a bad cut so I decided to fuck my own head up. Around me, other marines hugged their parents or kissed their girlfriends for the last time. I stood alone. In one hand I held a duffel. The other, a blocky flip phone.

I didn't just remember standing there. I was there. October 4, 2001. I was at Stewart International waiting for my flight to Parris Island. I dressed that morning for the chill of fall. My dumbass should've looked at the weather report, though, because it was over eighty degrees out and I was sweating my ass off.

The phone vibrated in my fist. My eyes stung with sweat and tears too much to see the screen. While I tried with pathetic desperation to clear my vision with the back of my sleeve, the phone just kept vibrating. Why wouldn't she just call me? I hated texting. My thumbs were too big and I kept forgetting to press the button enough to get to the next letter.

When I could finally see again, the tarmac was gone.

I tasted dust on my tongue. Felt sand cling to my cheeks, coagulated and crimson. My eyes were open. I saw a road stretching to the horizon. Burnt out husks of cars surrounded me. They ran as far up and down the road as I could see in either direction. I watched a man climb out of the remnants of a tank just to my left, engulfed in flame. He looked like a demon crawling his way out of hell. He held out a blackened hand toward me. Screaming, crying out in Arabic, he stared at me, pleading.

"Sir?" The nurse asked.

"I, uh..." I coughed, violently. Could feel the bile building up in my throat again. Fighting its way up to the surface. I swallowed hard, and shivered at its foul taste. My mouth tasted like battery acid as I forced myself to speak, one word at a time. "I wanted to travel. See the world."

He laughed, finished up his work and left the room. I watched him share an odd look with one of the cops outside the door, then the two of them walked down the hall together. Didn't know what to make of it at the time, pumped full of drugs and bad memories. But I should've clocked something was off if I had any sense left.

I slept, though. Too sick and tired to do much else. Not that there was much to do. They had me chained up to a bed and under guard day and night. I was trapped, and the Devil would stop by soon enough.

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_Later

I've slept light my whole life. Can't tell you why. Even a board creaking on the opposite side of the house could wake me up, as Frank Jr learned when he tried to sneak out a bowl of ice cream past his bedtime. Whoever opened my door tried to do so quietly. Almost succeeded, too. But I heard it click shut behind them, and my eyes shot open. It was dark. Too dark to see anything but a shadow creeping toward me. I hoped that meant they couldn't see me, either.

I kept my breathing steady, as if I'd never awoken. Waited for that dark thing to creep up beside my bed. It stopped. The shadow held something in its hand. It reached it toward my arm. The shackled one, where the PICC line was attached.

Wait for it. Wait for the figure to start inserting the needle into the line. They'd feel most safe, then. The comfort of a job nearly done. Then strike.

I grabbed their wrist with my free hand and dragged them onto the bed beside me. Lock their legs in place with mine and get their arm under my armpit. Even with my other hand tied to the gurney, I can still reach my hands together enough to lock the choke.

"Here's how this works. I'm gonna loosen up so you can answer my questions. If you talk above a whisper or try to call out, I'm gonna kill you. Understand?"

I loosed my grip enough for him to nod. Now that our faces were practically smashed together, I recognized him. The nurse.

"Do you work for the Costa family?"

"No." he whispered. "No, I work for the hospital. I'm just a-"

I squeezed. "Don't lie to me. Its a waste of oxygen, and you don't have much left. Now, answer me. Honestly this time."

"I didn't- okay, listen. M-money's been tight, man. I got a kid on the way, and- and I'm up to my nose in debt. Some guy in a suit handed me two hundred K and a needle and told me to put it in your arm. Said I'd get another two hundred afterward. I'm sorry, okay? I- I didn't know what was in it, or I-"

"Bullshit."

"Please don't kill me-"

"What'd the suit look like?"

"W-what-"

"The guy who gave you the money. What the hell did he look like?"

"Uh, ah, h-hispanic, I think. Dark hair, goatee. Maybe six feet tall, two hundred pounds. Maybe. And his suit was red. Red suit, blue shirt, no tie."

"He in the building?"

The nurse nodded. "Yeah. Yeah. Told me to meet him in the, ah, the lobby."

I thanked him for his honesty and broke his neck.

Said, I walk beside the still waters
And they restore my soul
But I can't walk on the path of the right
Because I'm wrong