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One Universe: World Of Heroes - A Marvel & DC Comics RPG

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I just highlight or click view raw.

@Lord Wraith

I mean I can, and am willing to highlight but its always worth asking

One Universe: World Of Heroes - A Marvel & DC Comics RPG

@Zoey Boeyany of the bottom three are alright.

Us partly colourblind people struggle with contrast. So the likes of darker colours just blend into the gray for me

One Universe: World Of Heroes - A Marvel & DC Comics RPG

@Zoey Boey hey just a thing for us partly colour blind friends, can you maybe pick a red that contrasts better? I have to highlight your text to read it.

One Universe: World Of Heroes - A Marvel & DC Comics RPG

So after fixing the massive mistakes Wraith made to my code as he sabotaged my post, it is now returned to a fully operational Battle Station.

Thanks for the help Wraith.

One Universe: World Of Heroes - A Marvel & DC Comics RPG

Midgard was once a world with Pantheons upon Pantheons, more Gods than many other worlds combined. The small, seemingly insignificant rock adrift in space a nexus point for various realms to come together. Over time some faded into obscurity, others left the realm altogether. While others continued to play with their influence on the world, subtly interacting with the world according to their grand design. This is not the tale of one such God. This is the tale of…

^{Previously: Home time!}

As Thor emerged from the Bifrost atop the rainbow bridge the first thing that met him was the crisp cool air. The winter season was approaching, the farmers that had yet to harvest their crop would be doing so soon, as the cold wouldn’t be good for the crops. In the centre of the bridge before Thor stood the towering figure off Heimdall, even to his standards the all-seeing god was a giant, standing with two hands atop Hofund with his golden eyes staring, piercing into the void ahead of him.

“Hail Odinson. How fares your search for the fiend Loki?”

Thor stopped beside the other god, turning to him and smiling.

“You mean to say, All-Seer, that you don’t already know?” Heimdalls lips curled, the faintest smile appearing on his otherwise stoic, expressionless face.

“You know me too well, Thor. Your mother taught the trickster well, he is still hidden from my sight. All I know is he is once again gathering followers. By the day more and more mortals disappear from my sight.”

Thor nodded along to the gods’ words after all Heimdall had stood watch over the Bifrost for an age before the young god of thunder was born. Whenever he spoke, others listened. As when one was gifted with the ability to see and hear everything in existence, that demanded certain respect. Not merely from Asgard, but even the Gods of Olympus, Heliopolis, and Avalon to name a few. This made Heimdall one of the few Asgardians who was respected among the various other pantheons from Midgard and the greater cosmos as a whole.

“Aye. Odin has called me back, no doubt to discuss my recent failures and prepare me for the long haul. Loki must be stopped, the longer he remains on Midgard the more damage he can cause.”

Even now, having just departed Midgard, Thor’s thoughts dwelled on it. In the years since his banishment, it had become a second home. A place where he could do good daily, and while there was no doubt of the evil that some people on Midgard possessed, many more still were pure and good at heart. Truly there was much they could learn from one another.

“Your mind dwells on your friends and allies.”

“There are many threats on Midgard that need my attention. The enemies seem to be getting stronger by the day. Just, let me know if anything happens that needs my attention.”

Without so much as another word, he removed Mjolnir from his belt. Spinning it, he let go of the hammer, allowing it to pull him towards the city. Thor always had to chuckle when he saw it. In many artworks he had seen on Midgard, Asgard was depicted as a city of golden towers and glowing spires. As though the artists had mixed it with the Christians’ concept of Heaven. The reality was dramatically different. While the palace itself was a sight to behold, with some bright spires, the city as a whole, much more closely resembled European castles. Comprised of circular architecture, rugged walls, and roads. It was nothing compared to the glistening cities the Mortals inhabited, but it held its beauty.

He soared through the skies, looking out among the people going about their lives. In the distance, he could see the edge of the city, and beyond it towards the farmland and the mountains, beyond that, it just fell off into nothing. Many on Midgard believed their world to be flat, yet Asgard truly was. Beyond the water there was naught but the vastness of space. Landing at the steps before the door to the throne room he took a deep breath before pushing the doors open. A long hall awaited him, ornate paintings and pillars adjourned the room. The roof above them is a mural of Odin and Thor standing side by side with Mjolnir and Gungnir in hand defending against an unseen enemy.

Unseen as Odin felt it sent the wrong message to have a painting of them fighting someone in the throne room. There was a clang from the golden throne that sat above all else in the room as Odin slammed the base of Gungnir against the floor. “Thor returns! Prince to Asgard, Odinson, and my heir!” Odin’s voice was barely more than a whisper, and yet somehow it filled the entire hall. Thor could hear him as if they were mere meters away from each other. Thor approached the respectable distance, placing Mjolnir on the ground before him as he took a knee.

“I have come as promised All-Father.” He stood up again, looking around the throne he could see Freyja stood there. She threw a smile at him, and he returned the sentiment. Odin stood up and walked down the steps, he could almost swear that he felt every step Odin took in his direction. It all reverberated through him, there was a power to the All-Father that despite his long life, he could not understand and he doubted he would ever manage to fully comprehend it. Not until his day came.

“And so you have, come away from Midgard. Playing hero amongst the mortals, I hope it has made you feel better about yourself for a while. You must now attend to your duties here, for the Odinsleep approaches.” Thor looked up at Odin with a look of disbelief upon his face.

“But father, it hasn’t been long since you last entered the Odinsleep surely-” Odin raised a hand to silence Thor, which was the first time that Thor realized just how heavily Odin was leaning on Gungnir. Usually, the spear rested beside the throne, at first he had believed that his father just carried it for some ceremonial purpose. Now, however, he felt like it was being used as a crutch.

“There have been matters that required attending too that are beyond your knowing. Just know that they are dealt with, and I grow weary. Your place is here, you must look after Asgard while I sleep.”

Thor stood as he went to speak.

“Perhaps, if like last time Balder-”

“No, it must be you.”

“I will remain close at hand, should I be needed Heimdall-”

“No. Thor, I am telling you as your King it must be you.”

“With Loki loose once more, I am needed on Midgard. Balder can look after things then as soon as I am needed Heimdall can bring me here, this will work like it has the past-” Mjolnir shot off the ground towards Odin’s hand, there was a crackle of thunder and Odin slammed the butt off Gungnir on the ground causing a reverberation that could be heard throughout Asgard as lightning crackled. Jumping around the room.

“Foolish boy. I gifted you with ears, use them. This is not the past. Your place is here, among your people. It is where I need you to be. I thought you had learned your lesson on duty and humility. Be here for me, for our people. In the time they need you most.” As the lightning slammed around the room Thor recoiled slightly. His father’s voice booming throughout the hall. Underneath it all, an element of fear. Panic. That’s what scared the God of Thunder most of all, in his thousand years of life he had never known the All-Father to know fear, to know panic.

“Aye Father. I shall stay.”

One Universe: World Of Heroes - A Marvel & DC Comics RPG

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And why not Hawkeye too for good measure

@Natty

Just use all the Blackhawks.

Also lets not forget this guy:

One Universe: World Of Heroes - A Marvel & DC Comics RPG

Double Post is Double.

First Red Tornado post is up, it's shorter than I'd usually like and clunky but I know the story I want to tell but trying to get into the headspace of a Robot who has feelings but doesn't really have feelings? It's going to take time.

One Universe: World Of Heroes - A Marvel & DC Comics RPG

MANHATTAN // NEW YORK CITY

This assignment was one that Agent Bishop liked to call an easy job. The individuals known as the Terror Twins had been on a rampage along the East Coast. This wasn’t the first time that Damage Control had been called in to tidy up after them, Red Team had been re-assigned to the Pyrios - The Helicarrier assigned to patrol the Americas and had been following their swath of destruction. So far Red had been deployed to five states following the seemingly random path of destruction.

Now the two perpetrators were currently in inhibitor cuffs and being moved into a secure cell for transport. Kate stood on a nearby rooftop bow in hand ready for trouble. Despite her statement that this would be an easy job, Red recognized her vigilance as a prerequisite for their positions. Since being assigned to the same team 73% of their encounters ended up in crisis, with 33% being the result of further complications with criminals or criminal organizations. Red turned his head as his audio-receptors picked up a creaking and groaning noise from the direction of the Washington Bridge. Motors, engines, and various complicated mechanisms as a red tornado formed around his legs, raising him into the air. Leaning forward he pushed his way towards the bridge. As he approached it he eyed it, meanwhile reports from the Brooklyn bridge continued so stream in as S.H.I.E.L.D units continued to engage A.I.M.

“Red? What are you doing buddy?” The ‘voice’ of his handler appeared in his head. She wasn’t actually speaking, her transmission was encoded into radio signals, and then the data sent directly to his head.

“I am detecting issues with the George Washington Bridge. My auditory sensors indicate there may be an issue with its structural integrity. I’m moving for a closer inspection now.”

“Bad day for bridges in Manhattan, huh? I’ll alert the units in the area.”

As he approached the bridge there was very little traffic on it, S.H.I.E.L.D units were at either side of the bridge and had been allowing traffic to trickle in order to prevent too much of a backlog while Damage Control units patrolled the bridge doing scans. The creaking continued with faint snapping. Before Red could get an accurate scan however one of the cables snapped, the bridge shook slightly. Followed by a second one. Red swooped down and grabbed one, reaching out his hand a gust of wind pulled the other into his hand.

Magnets powered up and his hands clamped down with as much force as he could muster. Motors in his torso working in overdrive keeping as much upward thrust as possible, he didn’t need to lift the bridge. Just take enough weight in order to prevent any more cables from snapping. “All S.H.I.E.L.D and Damage Control units. Clear the bridge immediately. I am unsure of how long I can hold up the bridge.”

One Universe: World Of Heroes - A Marvel & DC Comics RPG

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The short answer? Yes. There are plans.
Plans are coming out a lil slow on that department, as I'm busy with studying, Henry's busy with baby and MB's busy... Remodeling the batcave?
But sometime soon TM there will be smaller-scale crisis events to take part in.

@Hillan

Nah MB is out in Space messing with the Nova Corps

One Universe: World Of Heroes - A Marvel & DC Comics RPG

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T P R O P O S A L

R E D T O R N A D O

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C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:

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^{"My Apologies, Social interactivity was set to low priority"}

In this iteration I'm dropping the cosmic super-tornado that fights his evil tornado self but that it isn't himself? Red Tornado is confusing, but honestly, I feel like that he and his family are a pretty cool group of individuals.

The Robot Known as Red Tornado was activated three-years ago. Agents Fitz and Simmons from Damage Control, a subsidiary of S.H.I.E.L.D specifically tasked with moving into areas after the Superheroes and S.H.I.E.L.D agents have done their job to perform search and rescue and repair damage. Initially, the two young scientists struggled to get the unit online, and when they did the unit initially experienced panic and confusion it very nearly destroyed the facility that it was being held in. Through the skill and talent of the scientists and Kate Bishop, they managed to subdue the unit.

Leo Fitz and Gemma Simmons approached Director Maria Hill to allow them to field the unit they nicknamed Red tornado in Damage Control as their very own field operative alongside Kate Bishop. For the past three years under the command of Kate Bishop - Clint Bartons former apprentice, the two of them have stopped several attempts by A.I.M to steal high-level technology from wreck sites created by the struggles between 'Good and Evil' as Red sees it. As time has passed Fitz and Simmons have grown more and more impressed by the cognitive functions within the Robot, which is far more sophisticated than anything S.H.I.E.L.D, Stark, or even Luthor [SUBJECT TO DISCUSSION/CHANGE WITH RESPECTIVE PLAYERS] has come up with.

'Red' as he is known by members of his team, while he is still boxy and robotic, seems to have a clearly defined code of ethics, a slight sense of humor, and a particular way he behaves. Yet they are still no further in discovering where he came from, yet recently he has picked up on a signal. Like a noise in the back of his head, gnawing at him.

C H A R A C T E R M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S:

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Nobody ever plays Ya Boi Red and that's a real shame. There's an innocence and an element of childlike behavior too Red.

I plan to do a single season arc with Red, which is something I've never done in one of these games where I usually come in with a big A-Lister, heavy hitter where I have rough plans to last me a while. As a member of Damage Control Red will go around tidying up everyone else's mess, helping out the people after the capes have left. His motivation is purely to figure out who he is, where he came from, and what he was built for.

C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:

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Important NPCS:

Kate Bishop: I didn't want to touch Hawkeye as I feel like people are more likely to take him than his protége. I am willing to drop her, I'm also going to underdevelop her so that if someone does wish to take her they can. She isn't the focal point of this story, Red is. She's just there as a friend and an ally. She fulfills the role of Reds handler.
FitzSimmons: Leo Fitz and Gemma Simmons. I'm keeping them more or less the same as their AoS counterparts, very season one though in regards to the potential romance. There are hints of it there but they aren't full-on yet. They're Reds technicians/supervisors.
Maria Hill: I felt like my girl was done dirty and replaced by Amanda Waller. As such she is now in charge of Damage Control, it's not where she wants to be and she might try and climb the ladder but you better believe Damage Control works like a machine under her control
Red Team: The Team Red works with in the field. It's going to be made up of random/nothing S.H.I.E.L.D agents whom I make up.

S A M P L E P O S T:

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Red sat staring at the wall. Unmoving, uncaring. While he appeared to be completely idle his neural processors were firing through gigabytes of data per second. In his last altercation against the forces of the Advanced Ideas Mechanics, he had been protecting Chitauri relics that were being moved to a new location to be studied by the Strategic Homeland Intelligence Enforcement and Logistics division. Somehow this information was leaked to their foe and it resulted in physical violence between the two groups.

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Internal motors shutting down the air manipulation that kept him airborne within a miniature tornado ceased, slowly. Lowering him to the ground. In the road directly ahead of them were soldiers wearing fluorescent yellow biohazard suits. This seemed like an illogical clothing choice since the unit Red was currently assigned too was not transporting biohazardous materials. Records on file however indicated that the group known colloquially as A.I.M wore the suits as some form of rudimentary uniform. Despite its lowering of possible combat effectiveness by at least 15%.

Activating his vocal systems Red spoke, his voice neutral and uncaring. "Attention: This convoy is under the protection of Damage Control, a subsidiary under the United Nations peacekeeping association known as S.H.I.E.L.D. Hampering the progress of this vehicle is a criminal offense. Please stand aside." Before the A.I.M units could get a chance to respond an arrow shot past his head, striking the weapons off one of the men in yellow. Electricity lanced out from the arrow jumping from weapon to weapon causing the soldiers to drop them as they yelped in surprise.

"Come on Red! Get it together, they're criminals, take them down."

As the rest of the agents began to fire, a turret popped up from the top of the vehicle. He raised his right hand. The motors spinning causing his right hand to start spinning at incredible speeds. Hidden motors within him working as a miniature tornado formed. ‘Pushing’ it with his other hand the Tornado went underneath the vehicle and flipped it on top of its roof. Meanwhile, bullets began to pepper and bounce off of his metallic shell. “As per our orders I was attempting to avoid physical confrontation-”

Kate Bishop was mid flip, reloading her bow and firing it. An explosion pushed several individuals away in a concussive blast. “That’s if we didn’t know they’re bad guys, c’mon Red don’t overthink things-”

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No matter how many times he replayed the memory file he was unable to establish the moment where he had begun to overthink the scenario. The door to the storage room he stayed within opened. He turned around to the smiling faces of Agent Doctors Fitz and Simmons. “We’ve got a mission for you Red. It’s time to go to work.”

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

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A list linking to your IC posts as they're created. This can be used for a reference guide to your character or to summarize completed arcs and stories.