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Worlds Collide: A Merged Universe Superhero Roleplay

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How does it look now? I went with your recommendation!

@Half Pint

Annoyingly my colour blindness is different than Wraiths and I'm still struggling 😅

Worlds Collide: A Merged Universe Superhero Roleplay

Paint the Town...

R E D W I D O W
R E D W I D O W

^{"I’ll burn every rule of creation until it learns what loss truly costs."}

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 _________________________________________________________ Wanda Maximoff _________________________________________________________ 35 _________________________________________________________ Gotham N O T A B L E A B I L I T I E S & T O O L S N O T A B L E A B I L I T I E S & T O O L S _________________________________________________________ [+] - A B I L I T I E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Chaos Weaving Wanda can manipulate the unseen threads that bind cause and effect. Her hexes can warp the likely and the impossible, turning misfortune to inevitability. Once, she could reshape universes with this gift, now it fractures with use, bleeding through the seems of realities. ◼ Reality Distortion Her master of reality remains. It is diminished and volatile, but terrifying. She can bend the world’s rules for brief moments. Rewriting wounds to unbroken flesh, twisting smoke to stone, dissolving and crafting illusions. Her control falters the longer she sustains it, every act of rewriting buttons her focus and memories. ◼ Sorcery Her magic is emotional resonance made manifest. Wanda feels emotions like weather. Grief, rage, and love can all be amplified, suppressed, or reflected through her power. She can draw strength from pain, or spread calm but it is Gotham’s constant despair that often overwhelms her. When her heart breaks, the lights of the city flicker. - T O O L (S) ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ . ◼ . - N O T A B L E S K I L L S N O T A B L E S K I L L S _________________________________________________________ [+] - S K I L L S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Arcane Knowledge From Sokovian witchcraft to incantations, to the forbidden lore of the Darkhold. Wanda can sense enchantments, decipher sigils, and read magic like a language. Her understanding is entirely instinctual. ◼ Intuition Wanda can read people like tarot. Every movement, motion, word, tone, and silence becomes a card in her spread. Useful for surviving Gotham’s liars and predators… ◼ Survival Wanda hides in plain sight now and can move unseen, blend into crowds, and mask her energy signature. - ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ -

T H E S T O R Y S O F A R... T H E S T O R Y S O F A R... ________________________________________________________________________________________ Five years ago, Wanda Maximoff was an Avenger; a hero and symbol of second chances. The world called her the Scarlet Witch, writer and rewriter of reality and destiny. She fought alongside gods and soldiers and built a life from the chaos and ruin of her past and for a time it was good. She had a home. She had her children. Two bright souls that were born of hope and magic and the proof that love could outwit and defeat loss. And then one day, her children were simply gone. This grief hollowed her. It was a level of pain that had before been unknown, it tore and shredded her apart until all she could do was search and scramble and claw at the very seams of reality for answers until she found them bound in the Darkhold. This sentient grimoire whispered to her of power and absolution, and finally, sang songs of the promise of reunion. It became her closest companion and she held the book until it held her, each page staining her heart darker until even her dreams bled in ink, the last spell she ever spoke should have opened the door to her children, and instead, it tore a hole through creation itself. Wanda was devoured by the wound and the rip consumed her reality and tore her from the life she knew. The life she had built. Through blinding and holy light and hellish silence; everything she’d ever been, all that she would be she was dragged through reality and unreality. Finally, she landed beneath a discordant broken sky and above the jaws of skyscrapers built like teeth. Gotham. This was her purgatory, the liminal space between worlds, her suspended existence. The holding place for the weakened Scarlet Witch. Stripped of the Darkhold, and half of her power having been consumed by the spell itself and her fall through realities, Wanda had to learn to be again. With what little she could do, she set up in Old Gotham as a fortune teller selling charms, hexes, all the while, shrinking herself to figure out her surroundings. Faces she once knew existed here, but never as she remembered them. They were all merely reflections now warped by this world’s logic. The longer that Wanda remains in Gotham the more the remaining memories of her old life fade. The only memory that holds complete clarity is the weight of her children in her arms and the cacophonous silence that followed their loss. The unending pain of a hole in her heart, the complete absence of the love that was enough to outwit loss. The scream that follows her and rings through her ears even now. It is all that keeps her going. The pulse of her old sin still lives on and the echo of the Darkhold continues to call for her from this reality’s soil and still she hunts for it relentlessly, slipping between cults and cabals, trading truths for rumours. Some nights, the fog of Gotham turns red and reality bends to her grief; other nights she is simply a tired woman reading tarot and palms. Her powers burn differently here in fractured and raw states. Tempered with regret, she pulls and bends at probability in whispers and reshapes fates with a glance. The criminals of Gotham call her the Red Widow but those who have met her up close and survived her, see something holier and far more human. A mother who is lost between worlds, who refuses to give up. The Darkhold lies somewhere in her grim new world, perhaps bound to the same evils that keep Gotham alive, and despite swearing she would never open a door again, every night she dreams of the one that leads home. P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) ________________________________________________________________________________________ Go big or go home. Get Wanda home. I want to write Wanda because I’ve never taken such a big character into a roleplay, and I feel like I can do her the justice that Sam Raimi could not (She’s not a monster, she’s a mother, guys). (To be fair that bar is in hell, actually.) My favourite Marvel character, for many reasons, in my hands. I’m a super collaborative writer and I’m hoping to bring her into many plots. The reason for setting her up in Gotham is to have her break free of an emotional and moral limbo and redeem herself and find salvation, and eventually, a way back to her children. Wanda, as “Red Widow” must find her way through this purgatory and reclaim her power and title through heroism.

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@Stormyx

This brings our total of alternate universe interlopers upto 3.

Gonna end up with Secret Wars before Civil War at this rate 😂

Worlds Collide: A Merged Universe Superhero Roleplay

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On the other hand...

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@Lord Wraith

And theres the reason...

Worlds Collide: A Merged Universe Superhero Roleplay

@Sep Oh god, he was in Madam Webb? I'll be honest, i'm in the majority of people who never saw it.

@mattmanganon

Sadly the movie is canon to my Spidey :/

Worlds Collide: A Merged Universe Superhero Roleplay

Sorry @mattmanganon I decided that Sims died in a very unfortunate accident

Worlds Collide: A Merged Universe Superhero Roleplay

Unless you don't want to accept it, in which case fair enough.

@Simple Unicycle

If it isn't accepted we riot.

Worlds Collide: A Merged Universe Superhero Roleplay

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You just described my entire catalogue in recent years...

@Hound55

Just wait till I introduce Ted as a functional mute, forcing you to apply as him.

Worlds Collide: A Merged Universe Superhero Roleplay

That post ended up being very back-and-forth dialogue-heavy. Hopefully it is enjoyable to read.

Worlds Collide: A Merged Universe Superhero Roleplay

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Haha.

I don't think its required at all in comic media, I just thought it was a cool way to show off an often forgotten aspect of Carol's powers is that she has the ability to manipulate all sorts of different energy fields/types.

@Ezekiel

Post is up, I had Jaime head your way but the post was getting long and dialogue heavy. We can either directly interact, or I can have Jaime go back to help Sam I'll just go off your post and if she ends up going to go speak to Jaime and take command of the situation, or if she just wants to keep blowing shit up.

Worlds Collide: A Merged Universe Superhero Roleplay

"Who am I? What is a kid like you doing in space?

"A kid like me?" Jaime eyed up the floating, glowing child with a bucket on his head. "Niño, you're younger than me." A blast of energy caught Jaime in the back, twisting him around and spinning him away. "Meirda"

<IT IS WISE YOU CONCENTRATE JAIME REYES>

"Right, yeah." He twisted to the source of the attack, turning back to the other hovering teenager. "Their side, or my side?"

"Well, considering they're Chitauri, I suppose I'm on your side."

"Wait, you know what they-"

<FOCUS>

"Right, yes. Sorry."

"Sorry for what?"

"I wasn't talking to- Nevermind, deal with this later."

Sam watched as the Bug-Boy's arm turned into a cannon and fired out a beam of energy, his wings folding forward as he shot off through the air. Miss, miss, miss, miss, miss, hit. This kid wasn't exactly screaming intergalactic warrior. He gasped for a breath that wasn't there, not that he was entirely sure how he was breathing, as something collided with his back. It rode him, giant hands grasping his shoulders, feet planted squarely in the middle of his back.

Sam tried to put on the momentum, but his inability to move his back or arms just sent him and his assailant into an uncontrolled spiral. He could swear he felt the warm breath on his ear.

"Little Nova, how very far away from home we are." The two collided with one of the chariots before running into one of the larger craft. There was a blinding flash of light, and the two reeled and twisted. His passenger dislodged, Sam grasped onto the hull of the ship and pulled himself to his feet. His boots automatically latched onto the firm surface. He could faintly see the mass that had brought him here, his suit similar to the one Sam himself wore, minus the helmet. Instead, a giant tiger head sat bare; he stood up slowly, chuckling. Towering over him, Sam realised how short he truly was. He also knew who this alien interloper was.

"Titus."

"I see my reputation precedes me, Little Nova."

"I thought you had died, I was told-"

"That I was dead? Then that means-" A dawn of realisation crossed his face, as a spark of glee filled Titus' eyes. "-You're Jesse's boy."

Titus raised his giant cannon arm squarely at Sam's chest. "Oh, I'm going to enjoy this-!" The red end flared, but at the last possible moment, a blue beam of energy crashed into Titus, sending him screaming and roaring. Sam followed the beam to its end, where the cannon was mounted on the arm of the Blue-Bug-Boy. He nodded a thank you and pointed as something else was coming towards them, something full of golden light and headed straight towards them at incredible speed.

<CAUTION JAIME REYES, INCOMING HIGH ENERGY BEING DETECTED>

Jaime turned away, following the point of Sam's finger. The HUD highlighted the figure, and then magnified and it was... a girl? This day kept just getting crazier and crazier.

<SUGGEST PREEMPTIVE STRIKE, CHARGING PLASMA ARRAY AND SONIC CANNON> Jaime felt both arms of the suit shift and morph.

"No wait, we don't know if she's friendly or-"

The alien ships took exception to the new interloper. Several of the smaller chariots and the bigger worm-style ships adjusted their course to intercept, leaving Kid-Bucket and Jaime to be dealt with by Tony the Tiger's angry space-cousin. "Do we have any way to y'know, uh-" He struggled for the word, the English word. Did the Scarab only speak English?

<VERBAL LANGUAGE IS NOT REQUIRED FOR INPUT. WE CAN FIRE PROJECTILES CAPABLE OF RESTRAINING THE ONE IDENTIFIED AS TITUS>

"Then do it!" Before the words had even left his mouth, he felt the compulsion to join his arms together. The nanites in the suit joined them together. He turned his attention to Titus and aimed at him. The end of the weapon flared white like a blue, what could only be described as a staple, shot out directly at the tiger. It collided with his chest, pushing him back and down, breaching the hull of the ship and pinning him. Reaching over to pull himself free, there was a blur of blue-white light, and Sam appeared, pushing down on Titus' free arm.

"Wait here, ese, I'm going to talk to our new friend."

<THAT IS UNWISE JAIME REYES>

"Why?"

<MUCH LIKE THIS NOVA CORPSMAN WE ARE UNSURE OF HER TRUE ALLEGIANCES>

"And I'm not sure of yours-"

Sam just looked up, dumbfounded at the Blue-Bug-Boy. Was he, was he arguing with himself? That inspires confidence. He looked down at Titus, who had his giant predatory eyes upon him.

"You think you can hold me, little Nova?"

Sam groaned, pushing more energy into his push as he felt himself strain against Titus's raw strength, his legs outstretched as he used his momentum to try and push down his arm, energy pulsing out behind him.

"What happened to you? Dad said you were a Super Nova, like him?"

Titus laughed as he snapped. "Jesse always did exaggerate, but never did elaborate when it didn't make him look good." There was a snap, and a crack, and Sam's eyes opened wide as Titus' arm pulled itself free of the cannon, clubbing Sam with his amputated and severed army. With Sam out of the way, he managed to pull the pin to free himself. "He didn't tell you how he betrayed us?"

Sam's breath left him. ^_"No"

Titus stood up, grabbed the cannon with his other hand, and clipped it back onto his half-arm. "He left us behind. His squadron."

^_"No"

Titus started to walk towards Sam, his figure menacing. Sam almost imagined he could feel the world shake, as the alien walked towards him. His stomach hollow, his head buzzed. "Did you think he was a hero welp, he was a coward?"

^_"No."

Titus was so close Sam could almost touch him. "He abandoned us on a mission, and left us behind to die."

"NO!"

Sam raised his arm, and a lance of blue-white energy shot out from his hands. He was aiming for Titus's head, but the beam struck him in his eye as the tiger rolled and spun. Smoke rose from his face as he turned back to face Sam with murderous intent. His right eye burned, black and scarred.