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Absolute Comics - A Multi-Fandom Singular Universe Roleplay

Absolute Comics - A Multi-Fandom Singular Universe Roleplay

Issue #1.1: The man on top of the Empire State.

“3... 2... 1...” Behind the teleprompter, a shadowy figure gives the mayor his silent cue.

“Greetings, God-fearing people of New York City. This is your Mayor Fisk speaking. I hope you have a wonderful evening, just as I do. Enjoying the lovely activities that this rich city has to offer. The same city that our forefathers have built and cultivated throughout the years.”

“The blueprint was there; you just need guidance from a competent man such as myself.”

“What a long way we have come. SAFER streets, SAFER neighborhood. No terrorist attacks that the city can’t handle, and crime is at an all-time low.“

“It can only be done under my rule of law and my brave task force, enforcing strict discipline and thorough surveillance and restoring order to this once ruined state.”

“Discipline is what separates us from animals and those wretched vigilante degenerates.”

“We are united as one, like a well-cog machine working together, and I am proud of what this city has become.”

“Which is why we must continue this tradition, please be advised that curfew will start in less than an hour after this broadcast. I only ask for your cooperation to ensure the city’s peace continues.”

“REMEMBER GOD IS WATCHING AND GOD BLESS THE PEOPLE OF NEW YORK,” Fisk said with utter conviction, looking straight at the camera.

The final words land with a chill, more threat than comfort.

Ever since the modern Justice Society had a fallout, Mayor Wilson Fisk has taken the liberty of governing New York and created a false narrative of an orderly Utopia under his rule.

Every night, he airs a broadcast, projecting his vision and reassurance to his city. His face is plastered on every sign, every mural, every TV screen, and every billboard. He is the voice of the city. Their glorious leader. Their benevolent dictator. Their Lion in this concrete jungle.

The once-vibrant entertainment hub of Times Square is now heavily curated and largely controlled by the system. It is saturated and mixed by the propaganda of a man in power. Cameras are stationed at every corner of the street, ensuring everyone is monitored.

Lady Liberty be damned for what she represents and what the Big Apple has become.

The message ended, and Multiple sirens blared off immediately from all sides. The people of New York are well aware of the drill.

His law is absolute. You don’t have to like the rules he set, but to anyone who opposes his law, his word shall be set as an example and a cautionary tale to others. Fear is what keeps them in check.

By the time the siren ended. The streets were almost empty, and New York was lifeless during the late hours.

Mayor Fisk smirked at the sight and leaned back in his chair, looking at his peaceful empire from his high-rise view. He polished his jeweled scepter with a severed PURPLE index finger preserved at the tip of its crystal. One of his many sources of influence.

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Issue #1.2: Holyman, Sinnerman.

Murdock’s Residence.

It is the dead of the night, and the air is calm and steady.

The sleeping urban city of Hell’s Kitchen is heavily surveilled even at this hour, and Mayor Fisk’s strict curfew is still in full effect, meaning any unauthorized personnel who were still up in the streets at this time would be dealt with and would be subjected to arrest. Police are stationed at every corner of the neighborhood. Multiple drones hover in the sky to monitor their activity.

It was an uneventful night in the neighborhood until..

Matt Murdock received a phone call from one of his nuns back at the Clinton church.

“What’s wrong, darling?” His wife asked while lying in bed right next to him.

“I just received a call from the church. I think someone broke in.” Matt quickly got off the bed and suited up, donning his black shirt and wrapping his fists with bandages.

“You’re not coming?” Matt asked.

“I can’t have an important meeting by noon. Besides, I’m not really a church girl, Matthew. Especially the things I did to you last night, I don’t think the church would approve of me tying their beloved pastor,” She giggles while lying seductively on their bed.

“Stop.” Matt sighs, exasperated by her teasing, though he can’t quite hide his smile.

“Don’t forget your mask, honey.” Elektra throws a black rag at him. Matt nodded and sprang into action.

Clinton Church

“Why are you doing this?” Sister Mary weeps after being tied up along with the rest of her colleagues.

“NOTHING PERSONAL, SISTER, IT'S JUST BUSINESS, GOTTA START SMALL AND BUILD MY STREET CRED IF IM GONNA BE THE NEXT KINGPIN, THE SOONER WE ROB THE PLACE THE BETTER.” The nun got her answer. Out of the dimly lit light, a huge avian silhouette appears, stretching its elongated neck towards her.

A monstrous, owl-faced figure storms the silent cathedral, talons gouging the floor. Its five-foot wings drape like a cape—a living myth stalking the pews.

“COME ON, BOYS, HURRY UP AND ROB THAT OFFERING BOX CLEAN,” the monster demanded of his two thugs.

As they ransack the sanctuary, a metallic thud slices through the silence, snapping their attention away.

“You shouldn’t be here; this is a sacred place.” A man steps out from the shadows and brandishes his billy clubs.

“WHooo.. How did you sneak up on us?” The owl asked.

As rude as it may be, Matt didn’t respond and simply ignored the question. He was solemnly focused on the number of people inside the cathedral. His head twitches. His radar sense tells him there are three hostages and three intruders within the vicinity. One of which is near the nuns. The other is near their boss in the middle of the altar.

He hears their hearts pounding—agitated, armed, rattled by his presence. Their fear is thick, almost tangible, and he drinks it in.

He can identify two as human, and the one talking has a human heart with a different anatomy from the rest. Almost animal-like. He can perceive the winged beast’s shape through his extrasensory gift. “Huh, a mutant?” He thought to himself.

“Forgive me, father, for I know what I’m about to commit,” He muttered under his breath and looked up at the crucified figure dangling on the wall. He clenches his fist, ready to brawl in the name of protecting this church.

Without warning, the Irish masked boxer throws his baton on the ground and ricochets it at the hostage taker’s temple, knocking him out unconscious before the fight even begins.

The second thug lunges, but Matt’s fist crashes into his gut, then an elbow cracks his spine. He grabs the man’s head, slamming it into a pew, then hurls him down the aisle like yesterday’s trash.

“USELESS!” The owl’s screech ricochets through the cathedral out of pure rage, a sonic blade that overloads Matt’s senses and staggers him in agony.

The winged beast ferociously charges, talons slashing at the dazed boxer. Matt weaves instinctively, muscle memory guiding him through the onslaught.

Claws rake Matt’s shirt, drawing blood. He counters with a sharp right jab and a ruthless kick aimed low.

The Owl shielded himself from the boxer’s attack with its massive wings, and the two disengaged in combat.

“You fight like an animal, just as I do. What kind of vigilante are you? Kicking someone in the gonads is not a very heroic behavior.” The birdman said as he adjusted his jaw and went several feet above ground.

The owl takes flight and swoops in once more. Only this time, Matt is prepared.

His attempt to tackle the boxer in his flight is met with a headbutt from the horned head. Blood bleeds from Matt’s gums as a result of this double-edged attack.

The winged beast doesn’t know what hit him and has gone down on the floor, all dazed and his brain rattled.

Matt straddles the fallen Owl, fists raining down in a relentless barrage. The sanctuary echoes with the brutal rhythm—a grim symphony of violence.

“No.. more, No.. more.. I yield, I’ve learned my lesson,” Owl pleaded at the mad man, mustering what little strength he had left to speak. The beatdown was so intense that it reverted the winged beast back into the timid financer. Feathers mixed with blood piled up around them as he realized what he had done.

Matthew felt the blood dampening from his fist and stopped before he crossed a line that he might regret.

“Who are you?” One of the nuns asked, trembling in fear as if the devil manifested in this holy place.

“Just a regular churchgoer. Tell Pastor Matthew I really enjoyed his sermon last Sunday.” He limply stands up and cracks a pitiful excuse of a quip, trying to liven up the mood after his brutal display of beating these thugs into a pulp.

“Call the cops, tell them what happened.” With that said. Matt escaped through the church’s back door and call it a night.

Matthew returned home all battered and exhausted and was greeted by Elektra.

“You wouldn’t believe what transpired this night. I just beat up a giant owl by the inch of its life.”

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Issue: 1.3: The Ripper of New York City.

“Ugh, I’m going to be late.” Sleep-deprived, irritable, and uncaffeinated, Elektra leans on her horn, trapped in a sea of honking cabs and unmoving cars.

Despite Mayor Fisk’s iron rule over his city, there is one thing he can’t solve: the morning traffic is forever engraved in the city’s culture.

Morning New York traffic can be a bitch. And to make matters worse, the city has concocted a surprise checkpoint during this busy hour.

There is a checkpoint at every corner, and police are inspecting every car, scanning each person’s registration and biodata through the system.

“Looks like someone’s piss. Rough night, Attorney?” An inspector knocks on Elektra’s window.

“Oh, hey Misty, what’s with the sudden inspection?” Elektra’s face brightens as she spots Misty Knight—one of the rare good cops in a sea of corruption.

“Just maintaining the peace and order through the Mayor’s orders. " The lady cop said.

“Uh-huh, sure. But really, what’s going on? Don’t hold out on me. Lunch is on me if you spill.” Elektra grins, pressing for the truth.

“Do you know bribery is a serious offense?”

“...”

“Nah, I’m just messing with you. You better keep your word.” Misty drops the cop routine, slipping into the easy banter of a friend.

“Off the record, we’ve got a serial killer on the loose. Some Jack the Ripper wannabe, targeting women at night.” She leans in, voice low.

“That’s very bold of him,” Elektra added.

“Exactly. We girls have to stick together. The streets aren’t safe, no matter how much the Mayor pretends otherwise,” Misty says.

“I’ve said too much. Take care, Mrs. Murdock.” Misty waves Elektra on, eyes already on the next car.

Elektra nods and drives off. She’s on her way to meet her next client, Bastian Cooper, an NYPD officer accused of breaking and entering without a warrant.

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Issue #1.4: A Hitman from Hell

Foggy & Page’s Co. - Business District

Somewhere, in the heart of New York, lies a resistance in the form of a small journalist company. An independent press that’s uncurated by the system and actively fights corruption through journalism despite the threats from the cops and Fisk supporters. Unlike the rest of Fisk's media outlets, they don’t sugarcoat the news and maintain the spirit of fairness, freedom, and democracy in this dystopian New York.

“Morning Page. Did you get enough sleep last night?” Foggy asked Karen, brewing a hot cup of joe.

“Not really ,those stupid drones keep hovering over my window every hour, breathing down my neck. Safer city, my ass.” Karen said, groggily scratching her temple as she entered their rundown office.

“Well, turn that frown upside down, cuz i have two things that might perk your day. First, your decaf, extra sweet, no milk.” Foggy said with a smile, handing Karen a mug.

“Second, I have a scoop that will rock New York and put a smoke on Fisk’s arse.”

“Lemme guess, we finally have some dirt on Mayor Fisk's illicit funds? Or maybe that Jekyll and Hyde financer that has happened on Hell’s Kitchen.. Or maybe that new serial killer on the loose?” Karen said all giddy.

“Those are interesting stories, but no, not quite..” Nelson pulls pictures out of his coat.

“Apparently, there’s been grave robbery at St. Patrick’s, and the police are already there to prevent the news from spreading out.”

“Kinda morbid, yet intriguing. What’s so special about it?” She asked.

“Get this, there were no valuable stolen, only the coffin of one ‘Benjamin Poindexter.’ A black-ops guy who serves the country and was given a hero’s burial by the city a few years ago. I've done some digging on this guy; it turns out he has some screw loose and has killed more casualties than his actual objective. Think of him as a psychotic John Wick.” Foggy explained.

"And that's not the weird part, I have a reliable source that one of the cemetery's caretakers saw some ninjas roaming around those parts before the incident happened. Now the question is, what do they want with that corpse?"

“Pause. Did you just say, Ninjas?” Karen repeated in disbelief.

“Yeah, Ninjas.. Wanna go check it out?”

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Also while I'm thinking of it:

@Mao Mao@Silverstein, did either of you want the Foot or the Hand included on the list of organizations?

@Lord Wraith

Yes please, the Hand does. Adding ninjas always makes everything 100% cooler.

Also, I almost forgot. I think you should include Fisk being the mayor of the city for the new york peeps.

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

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MR. & MRS. DAREDEVIL
MR. & MRS. DAREDEVIL

^{"We are the devils of Hell's Kitchen, and we come to do the devil’s work."}

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 _________________________________________________________ Matt Murdock/Elektra Natchios _________________________________________________________ 35/31 | American/Greek 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 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Foggy Nelson ◼ Sticks ◼ The Fist ◼ NYPD ◼ Misty Knight A N T A G O N I S T S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Wilson Fisk ◼ Benjamin Leonard Poindexter ◼ The Hand ◼ NYPD ◼ Kraven the Hunter ◼ Muse ◼ Mr. Fear - 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 ___________________________________________________________________________________ What if the man without fear didn't exist? The idea of vigilantism and freedom is long forgotten. Almost everyone in New York is complacent under the rule of multiple dictators running the show. Police are watching your every move, and the law is bendable and abused by those in power. The media dictates what you can and can’t do. It feels like a prison, but it makes people think they are ‘safe’ at the expense of their subservience. Well, it's time to break the Anarchy glass and bring the power back to the people. By now, you all know about the Catholic blind lawyer wearing spandex’s background and backstory, and his hot ninja assassin girlfriend/enemy, right? Well, this is my attempt at retconning it and reshaping Daredevil’s world on my own take. My concept begins where Matt’s and Elektra’s life starts at year one (again). But instead of being a lawyer, Matt became a man of the cloth, an ex-boxer turned blind pastor with his radar sense still intact. He is happily married to Elektra, a district attorney in this setting, who has her own past of being a super soldier in Japan. The couple’s mundane life soon changes, as they meet a fugitive named Sticks, making them realize that despite their law-abiding and clean-nosed record, Corruption isn’t going anywhere and the system always finds its way to bring trouble to them. The people need their devilish guardian, and must don their red suits to fight it together. As for the devil’s playground, the New York Matt knew had changed drastically ; It is run and controlled by Mayor Fisk and the Hand. It's much more dangerous out on the streets as a bunch of Daredevil wannabees is using his identity, and his rogue gallery is much deadlier and more monstrously enhanced. Can Matt and Elektra, a match made in hell, overcome the injustice of this dystopian, dastardly, deadly, diminished, dysfunctional Big Apple? P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) __________________________________________________________________________________ The plot is very much V-for-Vendetta-esques and focuses on the daily life of Matt and Elektra living in totalitarian new york as a loving couple. We all know the Daredevil formula works well in an oppressive crime setting, and Matt being hunted for defying a corrupt justice system is just a regular tuesday for him. My goal is to portray the devil couple on a different level of the playing field while keeping the essence of their character intact, and their villains are inspired by the level of craziness of the Absolute Batman. I really like the Red Fist storyline from Daredevil, and the twisted versions of Absolute Batman’s rogue gallery, so I decided to mash them together to create this beautiful mess. The collab is rather limited since the majority of both daredevils are staying in New York, but doesn't mean we can't work something. Anyone can join in the revolution, as long as you don’t mind the ample amount of daredevil masks everywhere!

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^{"Is this your idea of a date, Matthew?"___}

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Can Thor throw his bodyguards and assassins into the sun? Leave kingpin for Matt to beat up.

@Taka

Thor, buddy. I think you have issues throwing people into the sun. Also, i don't think their insurance covers the God of thunder yeeting them.

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<Snipped quote by Silverstein>

Just ask and Thor will throw Kingpin into the sun. No reservations whatsoever.

@Taka

As much as i love to see that, It would abruptly end my Daredevil run before it even begins XD

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@Colonel Sep I see you’re staying true to your character. That’s very Frank Castle-coded of you. XD Always one-upping the red blind guy and doing things differently despite them co-existing, fighting the same goal. Now I’m curious, what was your original concept?

@Mao Mao Hell yeah! Let’s share a rooftop together someday! It's always fun when the Kingpin is the mayor. Not so fun for the heroes, tho, and four adolescent turtles are no exception.

Spellcasters on the Misty Shores (Nasuverse RP set in America) [Closed]

Derald Smith

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“No, I believe we haven't met before. The name’s John, I’m from the CPS.” A lie after another lie, Derald introduced himself to the pastor. With a sleight of hand, He briefly showed his fake flip badge to both of them. It was so quick and yet so believable, as for the Janitor. He is still under his spell; anything the mafiaoso said is still credible to him.

“I’m concerned about the well-being of the child based on our reports. Can you tell me the deets about what the grandparent's concern is? Perhaps we could work something out to help young Evan and go to the school together to find some answers. Call it a temporary partnership for the betterment of the boy,” He smirked at Gabriel.

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D for Daredevil

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

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MR. & MRS. DAREDEVIL
MR. & MRS. DAREDEVIL

^{"We are the devils of Hell's Kitchen, and we come to do the devil’s work."}

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 _________________________________________________________ Matt Murdock/Elektra Natchios _________________________________________________________ 35/31 | American/Greek 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 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Foggy Nelson ◼ Sticks ◼ The Fist ◼ NYPD ◼ Misty Knight A N T A G O N I S T S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Wilson Fisk ◼ Benjamin Leonard Poindexter ◼ The Hand ◼ NYPD ◼ Kraven the Hunter ◼ Muse ◼ Mr. Fear - 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 ___________________________________________________________________________________ What if the man without fear didn't exist? The idea of vigilantism and freedom is long forgotten. Almost everyone in New York is complacent under the rule of multiple dictators running the show. Police are watching your every move, and the law is bendable and abused by those in power. The media dictates what you can and can’t do. It feels like a prison, but it makes people think they are ‘safe’ at the expense of their subservience. Well, it's time to break the Anarchy glass and bring the power back to the people. By now, you all know about the Catholic blind lawyer wearing spandex’s background and backstory, and his hot ninja assassin girlfriend/enemy, right? Well, this is my attempt at retconning it and reshaping Daredevil’s world on my own take. My concept begins where Matt’s and Elektra’s life starts at year one (again). But instead of being a lawyer, Matt became a man of the cloth, an ex-boxer turned blind pastor with his radar sense still intact. He is happily married to Elektra, a district attorney in this setting, who has her own past of being a super soldier in Japan. The couple’s mundane life soon changes, as they meet a fugitive named Sticks, making them realize that despite their law-abiding and clean-nosed record, Corruption isn’t going anywhere and the system always finds its way to bring trouble to them. The people need their devilish guardian, and must don their red suits to fight it together. As for the devil’s playground, the New York Matt knew had changed drastically ; It is run and controlled by Mayor Fisk and the Hand. It's much more dangerous out on the streets as a bunch of Daredevil wannabees is using his identity, and his rogue gallery is much deadlier and more monstrously enhanced. Can Matt and Elektra, a match made in hell, overcome the injustice of this dystopian, dastardly, deadly, diminished, dysfunctional Big Apple? P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) __________________________________________________________________________________ The plot is very much V-for-Vendetta-esques and focuses on the daily life of Matt and Elektra living in totalitarian new york as a loving couple. We all know the Daredevil formula works well in an oppressive crime setting, and Matt being hunted for defying a corrupt justice system is just a regular tuesday for him. My goal is to portray the devil couple on a different level of the playing field while keeping the essence of their character intact, and their villains are inspired by the level of craziness of the Absolute Batman. I really like the Red Fist storyline from Daredevil, and the twisted versions of Absolute Batman’s rogue gallery, so I decided to mash them together to create this beautiful mess. The collab is rather limited since the majority of both daredevils are staying in New York, but doesn't mean we can't work something. Anyone can join in the revolution, as long as you don’t mind the ample amount of daredevil masks everywhere!

_{__________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________}

^{"Is this your idea of a date, Matthew?"___}

Spellcasters on the Misty Shores (Nasuverse RP set in America) [Closed]

Derald Smith

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“Now that sounds rather strange, I hate to be Isaac at that moment. I can’t imagine some random freshman blurted out your secret affair out in the open.” Derald scratches his chin and ponders.

Perhaps it's the demon talking, early signs of precognition and weaponizing it to others are what I’m getting here. Man, if only i have that gift, i could blackmail so many other rival gangs.

Also, Outside of being divorced, Mrs. Fatma’s profile never mentioned that she was being cheated on by her husband. This plays a huge role, like how does Fatma kept custody of Evan? And how does it affect the child's psyche? He seems to lash out at the very mention of it.

Arrghh. Too many assumptions, not enough concrete leads. Maybe it's time to get close to Evan’s inner circle. Derald thought to himself.

“So does this Evan kid have any friends, or any contact within or outside the school other than his hot mom? you say he's in the volleyball team right? are there any other extra ciricular activities he's involved with?” he asked.