Sep

Vanguard: Calder City

I'm very tired but here ya go. I might alter it a little bit to add too it.

Vanguard: Calder City

We live in the shadows.

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D O M I N I C D U S K
D O M I N I C D U S K

^{"My songs know what you did in the dark."}

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 _________________________________________________________ (FC:Milo Ventimiglia; Dialogue: Slategray | 708090) _________________________________________________________ S U M M A R Y S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ Albert Lukas Lichtenstein _________________________________________________________ December 21st, 1995 | 31 _________________________________________________________ Single | Male | Straigh S T A T S S T A T S _________________________________________________________ Height | 5'9 _________________________________________________________ Hair Color | Dark Brown/Black _________________________________________________________ Eye Color | Dark Brown _________________________________________________________ Hometown | Calder City -

H I S T O R Y H I S T O R Y ___________________________________________________________________________________ Albert is the third generation of Lichtenstein to live in the united states, and the third generation to have abilities. His Grandfather Otto survived the Gray Death and unlocked abilities to manipulate light. One of the first Powered to join up with the fledgling organisation 'Vanguard'. Otto had a son, Karl who inherited his abilities to manipulate light. With the extra ability to cast a 'healing' beam of light on the wounded. Karls career would progress at an unhindered rate, climbing rapidly in the ranks of Vanguard until he one day became the Regional Chief for the city of Calder. Albert was the born the youngest of three. William his older brother gained the familial abilities at 13 years old, and overtime as his powers progressed he unlocked the ability to create realistic looking illusions. His sister Matilda gained the familial abilities at 15, and could use the light to bed space around her to teleport over short distances. There was great anticipation for Albert to follow on in the family legacy, but on his fifteenth birthday he disappointed. His mother Helen, and his father Lukas tried not to be too surprised when as he blew out his birthday candles, all the lights in the room went out. At first they thought his powers were the ability to turn the light on and off, as it became clearer over time that his abilities were those to manipulate shadow he slowly felt himself become shunned. Not by his brother or sister, but by his father. His father stopped mentioning Alberts future in law enforcement, started talking about college and university. It all blew up on his eighteenth birthday, when Albert submitted an application to the Vanguard training program and was rejected, by his own father. Storming out, the last words to his father were that he would prove him wrong and just show him how he could help people just as well as the rest of them. Five years on the beat in Calder City PD, two years as detective. Inter-personal conflicts within the departmen he left the department, and went solo. Now his life exists of cases, alcohol and shunning attempts by his family to reconnect. Something however is shifting, and he can feel it within himself. He's just not entirely sure what it means. A B I L I T I E S A B I L I T I E S __________________________________________________________________________________ Shadow Manipulation: Albert can manipulate shadow, as of this moment he can just cast actual shadow around. He can make two and three dimensional shadow constructs, however at the moment they are not solid. Who knows what the future can bring... Durability: Like many powered people Albert is slightly more durable than your average human being. M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S __________________________________________________________________________________ Albert wants to do his best to prove himself as a capable powered individual, and he just wants to help the city in his own particular way. He doesn't always rush to the scene of a crime, or the scene of an accident. But if something needs solved, he's the man that you come too.

No Wraith allowed

The pedestrian traffic flowed like a river, and Dominic Dusk moved against the current. Moving in and out of the light his shadow defied all expectations, had anyone sought to pay it attention. The smells of alcohol and bad decisions clung to the air, the noise of a weeks worth of pent up stress and frustrations. People tore off in a myriad of directions, into a vast assortment of destinations. Cafés, restaraunts, diners, clubs and pubs. The Strip was where you went if you wanted to go for a night out, and you wanted to not break the bank, or be left beaten and broken. In a recent societal shift Dusk had noticed a new wave of clientele from elsewhere in the city, as Steel Acres and the Docks became 'hip' and 'trendy' places to live.

Also known as; cheap. It had its benefits, but many people these days found themselves unwelcome on the Strip.

Dominic allowed his thoughts to flow, as the invisible thread of pure instinct pulled him along. The crowds thinned as he moved away from the strip into the Docks proper, the sweet stink of alcohol and the musk of weed was replaced with the salty bitter air and the comforting smell of old rust. There were still pedestrians here, however they either moved in groups or with purpose. Nobody wanting to be caught here all alone, by themselves and unaware. He was broken by his thoughts when there was a crash down an alleyway to his right. He saw the man stumbling and bumping into things, a long list of vulgarities spewing from his mouth.

Part of him just thought he was another wayward drunk. Though the thread that brought Dusk here pulled his head back towards the figure. "Hey buddy, you alright?" He called, though he didn't approach. His right hand slipping down and under his jacket, palm resting against the side-arm he kept there in its holster.

"That bitch!" The courseness in his voice was of a man who had been shouting for far too long.

The man removed his hands from his face, and Dusk took half a step back. The mans eyes were bloodied, bruised. Marks from where someone had seemingly tried to claw the eyes from their sockets. "That cunt, I'll make sure she fucking pays-" Realisation dawned on the mans face as he noticed Dusk stood there, wary. Looming. "Are you with her?" What remained of his eyes scanned Dusk up and down, narrowing as they focused and his face contorted as he appeared to make a decision on Dusk identity, lunging forward.

"Who is she?! Where is she?! You fucking emo bastards all stick together, you'll know her-"

As he lunged, Dusk reached out and grabbed the mans arm. Pulling him in close, twisting his body and turning. Bringing his other arm up off his weapon he used both hands to push the man away. Who went stumbling, trippling and falling into a nearby puddle. With a very satisfying oof. "I don't know who you're talking about, but if she's the one who did-" Dusk gestured towards the mans face as he rolled over, blood, mud and other secretions and fluids upon his face. "All that, I'll hunt her down while you go to a hospital."

The man reached down to slip something out from his left boot, and Dusk just sighed. "Go." Dropping his right hand very visibly, and very purposefully to his holster. The mans eyes widened, and then he nodded. Scurrying off leaving Dusk to turn around and make his way through the labyrinth. Casting his thoughts out, he tried to seek for the thread that had slowly been pulling him here all night. Leading him to this moment, this confrontation. It wasn't long till he could hear singing.

”You make me forget myself.”

He followed the voice. Followed the pull, he heard another voice now. Calling, shouting out to the womans voice. Eve. Dusk concentrated and pulled the shadows around himself, blending into the alleyway he approached, he could see her now. Dancing. Twisting and spinning, one hand outstretched. A finger pointing and thats when he saw the body.

Lying on the ground, bald, pale, and serene. The same as the others. He should have jumped out, drawn his weapon. Told them to freeze, called in for help. Something told him to wait. The man kept shouting at the woman, trying to get through to her and still she sang and she danced. From her outstretched finger, seemingly invisible to her and the other man stretched what looked like a line of shadow. I twisted and weaved as she danced to the song she sang, coiling around her body. One end on her finger, the other attached to the chest of the women. Then as the song hit its peak, and came to an end the strand snapped. The spell broken. Landing on her hands and knees.

The two spoke. Luca, Eve. Harborlight. Luca was somehow connected to her father. Did she do this?. She swore she didn't kill, there was emphasis on this. What was the significance? The man looked directly at him before he reached down and picked her up, as he threw her over his shoulder he ran and Dusk had to take a sidestep to stop him from colliding headlong into him. If he noticed the slight shift in the shadow he didn't react. As Lucas running footsteps echoed in their retreat Dusk stepped out of the shadow and went to kneel beside the dead woman.

Dusk recognised her as one of the missing, and a pang of regret shot through him. If only he had done more, if he had been more succesful in his invesitgation then this wouldn't have happened. Pulling his cell from his pocket with one hand, he closed her eyes with the other as he hit his speed-dial #2. It rang twice before it clicked in answer.

"Hey, it's me. We've got another one."

^{Indirect collab with @Stormyx}

Vanguard: Calder City

Characters. Stuff.

Excitement.

Vanguard: Calder City

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@Taka

Ominous

Vanguard: Calder City

<Snipped quote by Colonel Sep>

Aren't you almost every night too?

@Lord Wraith

Depends what we're doing.

Vanguard: Calder City

Absolute Comics - A Multi-Fandom Singular Universe Roleplay

Got asked to spin Kara/Barbara off into something else, and the offer intrigued.

Thanks for the read, folks, nice to write with some of you again.

@Ruby

Fucking DC isn't just stealing our ideas anymore, its stealing the writers too.

Absolute Comics - A Multi-Fandom Singular Universe Roleplay

Knock, knock, knock, knock. Came the rap of a knuckle against the door, lowering the mug from his lips Frank looked passed the rim of the mishapen mug towards the clock hanging on the far wall. 09:03. The same exact time every single day. He nodded his appreciation as Dog let out a single bark and ran for the door, skidding to a halt before it and letting out a single woof, his tail wagging beneath him clearing any dust, debris or mud that hadn't been swept up and revealing the faintest of impression on the floor. The door opened, accepting Dogs clear invitation, and Frank returned to nursing his bitter coffee. Allowing it to wash out the creeping cold sensation from the night before, he acknowledged the red-haired teenager that walked into the house as she crouched over to give Dog a pet.

"Come on Major, lets get you ready for your walk Sir."

Frank arched an eyebrow and placed the mug down on the counter-top, the mishapen mug only had the faintest of decoration remaining on it. A '#1'. Whatever writing had been beneath that was long faded and gone, faint scratch marks from where a scouring pad had been run along it repeatedly. Sighing as he shook his head.

"His names Dog."

Pulling the harness off its hook, the young woman lowered it over Dogs head, reaching around to clip it on around his waist. A look of firm defiance upon her face as she looked straight at Frank, not at all intimidated by the cold stare thrown back at her. The stare that had been the last many men had seen.

"I can't just shout Dog when I have him off the leash at the park, can I?" A sad look crossed over her face. "No. He's the Major, after my dad." Looking up from Dog the indignant expression returned. "You can tell me its not his name all you want, but once I'm out the door its not upto you."

"I could always get a new dog walker."

She snorted derisively as she stood up reaching for the leash. Dog was now stood ever so impatiently at the door, tail wagging slowly but consistently.

"You're not exactly known to be a social butterfly Frank, besides-" She bent down, hooked Dog up and opened the door. "-The Major wouldn't let you." Door closing behind her.

The door closed, and the silence was defeaning. Frank closed his eyes and allowed himself a moment to breathe. To calm. He picked up the nearby remote, and hit the power button. A burst of static and then the television came on, some morning talk show. He allowed it to run in the background, not really paying attention as he continued to nurse his coffee for another ten minutes. After which he poured the remainder into a flask, topped it off out the pot and placed the mug beside the sink. As he turned back around he froze, as he was confronted with a face from his past. It was more lined now, and a grey hair speckled across his face and head.

The mans mouth moved, but the sound didn't reach him through the fog. It was muffled, faint. Hidden behind the years. "-Frank Castle."

It was as if his head had been pulled back above water, his eyes managed to focus on the face of Sid Paxton on the television. Frank just now noticed the cover of the book sat behind him, his stomach sank as he read the title. He always knew this day would come, and the chill returned to his spine as he understood what was coming next.

To Kill the Punisher.

Absolute Comics - A Multi-Fandom Singular Universe Roleplay

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