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Absolute Comics - Season Two: The Monster Within

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Absolute Comics - Season Two: The Monster Within

I hate you.

@Byrd Man

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Absolute Comics - Season Two: The Monster Within

Hey gay lords. It's ya boi Uni, back at it again with that faceless guy.

In case this isn't obvious yes I'm dropping Blade as I said in the Discord.

Going Through Everyone's Trash Since 1967

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

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

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^{"Superhero? I'm no superhero. I'm just a man in a ratty trenchcoat with a habit of sticking my nose where it doesn't belong."}

Most would say that Vic Sage was a nut. He would say that they were still in their shells.

The man's life from birth to age five are a mystery to him. He was an orphan, his mother dead and father long gone, and as far back as he could remember he lived at Charlton Boys Home. The staff there called him a problem child, frequently locking him away in a closet for the night without dinner. Nothing but a pile of newspapers for a bed and the faint voices from beyond the door to keep him company. And Victor, stubborn little brat he was, decided he'd show them a problem child. He began to pick fights with the boys in the home and around the neighborhood, vandalize local attractions, shoplift, even leave restaurants without paying for his food first. He did all he could to make their lives a living hell. Ashamed as he is to admit it now, he enjoyed it.

It wasn't until he was removed from the boys home at 18 and rendered homeless that he realized that maybe, just maybe, he shouldn't have been so spiteful. It was only through a stroke of luck that he managed to meet Aristotle "Tot" Rodor, a local inventor and man of the sciences, who took pity on the boy and brought him under his wing. Tot was an old man, well past his prime, and all he asked was Victor get a job and he'd be allowed to keep living with him.

A few months into Vic's stay with Tot, him having found a job flipping burgers at the local Big Belly Burger, something happened that would change Vic's life forever. He came home from work to find Tot panicking, and after calming the old man down listened to his story. In his younger days, Tot worked in a lab alongside a man named Arby Twain. Together, they led a project and made a substance known as pseudoderm, which was a skinlike bandage. The only problem was that the only means of applying it was through a bonding gas, which was toxic when exposed to open wounds, thus defeating the point of the bandage. Tot and Twain agreed to shut the project down and parted ways... Until Tot discovered that recently Twain had been selling the substance despite knowing of its toxicity.

The police wouldn't listen to Rodor and no one would have stopped Twain otherwise, so Vic had an idea: he could use a mask made of pseudoderm to hide his face and take down Twain's operation. With nowhere else to turn, Tot agreed, whipping up a mask for Victor and sending him on his way to foil Twain's plans. Needless to say, Vic succeeded, leaving Twain wrapped up in pseudoderm outside the local police station alongside an audio recording of his confession.

For a few months, Vic didn't pick up the mask again, but eventually he used it once more to take down a few street toughs pushing drugs onto the neighborhood teens. Then he did again a month later, to beat up some creep that was stalking a girl he knew from work. Then a week later he did it again to foil a mugging, and soon he was doing it nightly. It was entirely an accident that Vic became a vigilante, and the news dubbed him "the Question", because the biggest question was just who the hell he was supposed to be.

He's been going out like this for years now, having officially adopted the name of the Question. He's since moved on from Tot's house into an apartment of his own, still visiting his old friend when he has the time. In his downtime, he began to run a blog under his vigilante alias, and uses his ad revenue from it to keep himself housed and fed. On it, he does everything from review the latest games to leaking corporate emails to sharing his wacky conspiracies with the world.

Against all odds, despite his rocky upbringing and the constant threat of death hanging over him every time he leaves for the night, Vic is content with his place in the world.

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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Y'all know me. I love me some faceless boi. That should be enough.

In all seriousness, I love the Question and find him to be a very intriguing character. I've done enough versions of the character in various roleplays that I've kind of gotten sick of using the exact same rendition each and every time, and while writing this sheet I decided to switch some things up. Nothing too radical, but different enough from what I'm used to writing that it will provide me with an interesting challenge.

Overall, in terms of the character's story, I'm looking to tell some standard detective stories with the occasional conventional baddie Vic just has to punch. Something like a case/baddie of the week type format. There won't be any straight up long-term story arcs, as I'm just trying to have fun without worrying about telling an epic tale. Besides, I like to think that I have a solid enough characterization for Vic that I'm confident I can carry my posts through that alone.

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

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None that I can think of right now. Might expand later with a supporting character list.

S A M P L E P O S T:

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Unknown Location
Hub City, Illinois

I woke up unable to recall my own name.

The room was cold and damp, with no decorations to speak of. A small window behind me, a ray of pale moonlight seeping through the glass and onto the brick walls. I tried to push myself up but found my hands and feet bound by rope, unable to move too much without chafing my wrists and ankles. How long had I been here, passed out and tied up?

I needed to think... What can I remember?

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It was raining, the sky above me the color of a television tuned to a dead channel. An informant of mine, an old drunkard named Roscoe, had provided me with a tip. He said that there were shady things going on at this address, something a man of my talents would be able to bust no problem. The address led to an old shack, tucked cozily into a back alley in The Wedge. I waited outside, pressed up against the wall of the shack and peeking in through the window at a group of men playing poker.

"Yo Johnny, you got any sixes?" one man asked, looking intently at another man, Johnny.

"Go fish," Johnny replied, and the other man grumbled and pulled another card from the deck.

Well never mind, then. They were playing Go Fish. I suppose poker would have been too stereotypical.

I watched on as they played, getting bored and cold and wet. The seconds ticked by into minutes, then an hour. Part of me thought that Roscoe was pulling my leg sending me here. So far it seemed I was just spying on a group of thugs having game night. Hell, maybe the old wineo was going senile, misheard something. I wouldn't put it beneath him.

It was two hours into my stakeout that it finally started to show promise. The men started making small talk while playing, having stayed silent most of the time, and one of them asked the question I was waiting to hear.

"Ain't boss gonna be coming tonight?"

"Yeah, he's on his way. Got in a bit of a jam, had to clean up a mess. Should be here soon."

Interesting... Maybe this is what Roscoe was talking about.

TO BE CONTINUED

P O S T C A T L O G:

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Coming Soon!

World of Light

Level 2 - (2/20 EXP) + 12 (Encounter) + 1 (Post) = (15/20)
Difficulty Level 1
Location: Paved Wilderness
Word Count: 378
Interactions: @Lugubrious

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Upgrades From Level Up

God Roulette - Three new moves have been added to the God Roulette!
Shockwave - A long-range technique. Gene chops downward to unleash a vertical wave of energy, damaging enemies in a line. (Can only be used once a fight, direct hits knock enemies to the ground.)
La Bomba - A short-ranged technique. Gene charges the God Hand then punches the ground, creating a shockwave-like explosion that sends surrounding enemies into the air. (Can only be used once a fight, launches enemies into the air.)
Divine Smash - A medium-ranged technique. Gene charges the God Hand before dashing forward, launching all enemies in front of him with the force alone. (Can only be used once a fight, sends enemies flying.)

Gene stayed quiet after the fight with Sweet Bot was finished. Even as Donnie called him, Michael, and Franklin over, the usually extremely talkative fighter was uncharacteristically tight-lipped. And when Daxter's antics caused the vehicle to explode, Gene, instead of giving some annoying quip, instead shook his head and sighed. "Well, so much for that. At least I wasn't planning on taking it."

Gene's curtness surprised even him, and as the group made their way forward (Gene continuing on foot as he did to catch up before), he wondered what had gotten into him. Maybe he was finally realizing the scale of this threat, and how it threatened all life in the multiverse if they failed, and he could quite possibly die horribly on this journey?

... Nah. He was probably just coming down with something.

The only question was what? He couldn't exactly put to words how he felt, but he supposed the simplest way to put it was that he felt... Fate guiding him somewhere. Was there someone he was supposed to meet? Well, whatever it was, he was going to find out. The feeling within him gradually began to subside the closer they got to a truck stop looking place. He wasn't sure if that meant he was closer or further to whatever had a hold on him.

As the group all stopped and got out of their vehicles to look around, Gene's eye was drawn to the argument going on between the four guys and some white-haired guy. He felt that feeling again as he stared dumbly at the white-haired punk, like they were linked somehow. Maybe this is what was calling him? Whatever it was, it seemed like the argument was about to escalate into violence, and as much as Gene liked violence, he didn't need the punk to get hurt.

"Hey, no need to get so heated guys! We're kinda in a huge end of the world situation right now, we don't need to be ganging up on each other!" Gene said as he strode towards the group, sticking his arms up in what he hoped was a placating manner. "Besides, whatever that Qliphoth is, we can all take it down! My group over there's got a bunch of certified badasses among them!"

Heroes Reborn: Prime Earth (Superhero/Urban Fantasy: OPEN)

January 2nd, 9:05 AM
Outlaws Supernatural Consultative Services, Hub City
^{Interactions: @Tim @Blazion}

Just a few miles into the Scar, eh? At least they wouldn't have to go too deep in. They'd just need to find her house, get the shit from there, and run like hell back to Hub City. Should be easy enough, and they had enough firepower to put down any monsters or abominations they ran into along the way. A simple in and out retrieval job and they'd be rich!

David didn't exactly seem to understand that his and Leo's usual tactic wasn't working. He may not have been completely stupid, but he was still quite a bit of an idiot, especially when it came to social cues. So, instead of trying to switch to Plan B and act like a normal person, he carried on with the routine as he made his reply.

With a grin, he gave a chuckle. "Well, that doesn't sound too bad! My partner and I are the best in the business after all, we'll be in and out faster than you can say 'supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!' Just give us the address and we'll set right off." He knew that Leo wouldn't be able to turn an offer like this down. A part of him might have thought that it was too easy, just get a few things from a house and get paid, but he didn't care. Hell, they could probably retire with the sort of money this chick was promising!

Heroes Reborn: Prime Earth (Superhero/Urban Fantasy: OPEN)

Oh God oh fuck Unknown posted an OOC message in the IC

Absolute Comics - Season Two: The Monster Within

Option #2 seems to be the consensus... But I refuse.

I vote Option #1 to be a rebel.

Then again I'm barely in the game so I doubt my vote counts for shit.

Heroes Reborn: Prime Earth (Superhero/Urban Fantasy: OPEN)

January 2nd, 9:03 AM
Outlaws Supernatural Consultative Services, Hub City
^{Interactions:@Tim @Blazion}

David groaned as he slid into his day clothes, silently berating himself for answering the door in the state he was in. And in front of a woman, no less! Why'd he think it was Ted, the old guy has a key to the place! Man, somehow he always managed to embarrass himself around chicks... Well, on the bright side, this whole situation managed to wake him up all the way, and he could deal with a client now.

Walking out of the room fully dressed, David approached his office and opened the door, stepping in. He sure hoped that Leo would keep her busy down there while he psyched himself up...

"-ans. Let's talk."

... Leo brought her up here.

David cleared his throat, approaching his desk and taking a seat in it. Shooting their potential client a goofy grin, David leaned back in his seat and put his hands behind his head, while kicking his feet up on the desk. "Sorry about the introduction, babe. Not used to clients coming by in the morning... Or at all, really. They just call."

He and Leo had a routine set up for when clients came by in person. Leo would play the strong man of few words type, the guy most people expect when they think "monster hunter." Him? He'd play up the goofy dumbass part, try and make them laugh. Build a rapport and stuff. Most of the time, it managed to work out. David put his feet back on the ground and set his hands on the table, leaning in a bit. "So, catch me up, what's the job about?"

RPGN // Issue No.1 - July 2019

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