So this is my character sheet for Dr Doom, hope this meets with everyone's approval and you all like the new directions he's going in. I might have a few more story/plot ideas that I put in later. But yeah, here you go! Any stuff I might have overlooked while relating the CS to this thread, please let me know!
Player Name: TimeMasterX
Character You Wish To Play: Victor Von Doom
Moral Alignment: Doom
Affiliation: Latveria
Character Origin & Backstory: Victor Von Doom was born in the hills of Latveria in the camp of wandering gypsies, on the night of his birth there was a terrible storm and lightning struck the camp, some said it was a bad omen and talked of casting the newborn babe out but Doom's mother proudly declared that the Gods themselves had failed to kill her son and that no mortal would do any better. He was named 'Victor' to honour his first triumph against the very heavens who wanted him gone.
Victor was raised in the travelling group for a few years, he had few friends except for a girl called Valeria; Victor was also taught basic arcane tricks by his mother and, being a child, he thought nothing of this. It was a happy existence until local soldiers came for his parents. His mother was charged with witchcraft and was executed on the spot, when Victor's father intervened he was shot also. Victor was soon expelled from the travelling gypsies who called him a bad omen once more.
Victor left everyone knew and Latveria itself, heading to America.
Victor spent many years in the states, his mind proved well-suited to learning the sciences and he greedily absorbed all the knowledge he could. The US Military located Victor and co-opted him to work for them developing new weapons for their forces. Unfortunately Victor's skill did not save him from a tragic lab accident. His face was grievously scarred by the incident and Victor left America soon after. He blamed the American need for progress for pushing him too hard and causing his injury and so ensured that all his creations were destroyed before he left.
Doom's life then consisted of travelling, he explored many areas of the world where no one had documented and learned many teachings from the wise figures he found; not limiting his education to (as he saw it) Western science, Victor broadened his understanding of the Arcane and Magyks of the world. It was here he began to refer to himself as 'Doctor' and clad himself in hooded garments to hide his deformity. During this period Doom visited such remote regions as Wakanda, the Savage Land, and even travelled to Hell.
Seemingly accidentally Doom ended up in Latveria and, seemingly without reason, he launched a coup and took over the kingdom in quick succession. Within weeks he reorganised the country into a thriving and productive nation. He maintained a cordial if distant relationship with the United States, preserving Latveria's independence. For its part, the US publicly decries the dictatorship of Von Doom whilst privately maintaining his diplomatic immunity and purchasing his weapons which have ended up in the US military and the black market alike.
Powers and Abilities:Dr Doom is a highly proficient practitioner of magic making him capable of great feats of sorcery with an strength that is difficult to quantify. He is capable of unleashing his magic in forceful blasts but usually chooses to concentrate his magic on great feats of power such as telekinesis and teleporting.
Doom is categorically a genius, easily of the same calibre of Reed Richards, Tony Stark and others. He has turned his great intellect to revolutionising his homeland of Latveria, which is now a shining beacon of progress (at least on a technological front). In addition, he has created many technological creations such as his robotic copies, the Doombots and more advanced weaponry than has been seen anywhere other than Stark Technologies.
Doom's armour is well known and the monarch is never seen without it, capable of withstanding a beating from multiple super-powered beings and the harshest of conditions, the armour functions as protection, a survival suit and an arsenal of deadly weaponry all on its own and its casing has been protected with the most powerful magical wards that Doom can place. His armour is capable of unleashing deadly bolts or rays of electricity and has a powerful inbuilt forcefield. Doom often carries multiple handheld weapons and gadgets on his person for all sorts of scenarios.
Sample Story Arcs:Superhuman Arms Race: Doom offers asylum in Latveria to all superpowered criminals, will he be able to maintain his rule when his new subjects stick to their nefarious ways?
In Doom we Trust: An underground resistance is spreading fear and anti-Doom propaganda in Latveria, the cult of personality Doom has cultivated is cracking and revolution is in the air! Who is behind this outrage? Can Doom defend his throne?
Doom's Day: As a prominent world leader Doom often graces other nations with his presence. On a trip to celebrate the opening of the first Latverian embassy in America Doom is ambushed. No way out, no backup, can Doom survive the siege?
Can a Doombot Die? A rogue Doombot is on the loose! Believing itself to be alive and containing the memories and personality of its creator, it has the potential to be an invaluable tool against the original Doom. Who will discover it? Can you trust a robot? Can a doombot
truly die?
Sample Post:Castle Doom, LatveriaThe shadows shook when Doctor Doom returned. As though anyone hiding within had taken a breath to steady their nerves at the sight. But no one was hiding in the shadows, no one would dare, Doctor Doom was back and no one could hide.
Doom knew the castle as intimately as he knew each and every inch of his armour, they were both made to his exacting specifications. Unforgiving and cold.
Doom had barely walked through the great doors of Castle Doom's entrance when the servants arrived. They busied themselves with the task of taking their master's cape, checking his armour for any imperfections and providing updates on anything, anything at all that had occurred in Latveria while he had been away. Doom barely noticed them anymore, they were performing their duty and doing so well, that was all that was needed. Not waiting for them to keep pace or remove themselves from his path Doom strode through the small mass of menials and made his way purposefully to his throne room.
The throne of Latveria was a marvel of technology, like all Doom's creations, it allowed a single person to activate and use all the means Doom had installed to run Latveria. From that throne one could quite literally control the entire country with the touch of a button. Like a great deal of the technology in Latveria the throne was imprinted to Doom's DNA and quite fatal to any who attempted to gain access without Doom's express permission.
Which is why Doom was beyond stunned to see another figure sitting atop it.
The figure was facing away from the room's entrance towards a giant screen that illuminated the room. The screen showed a very detailed map of New York, the very place that Doom had returned from; as with all Doom's surveillance the map showed key points of interest labelling the city along with key and vulnerable features marked in notable hues. The indication was clear, whoever was trespassing in Doom's throne was clearly intending to use the resources he had accrued in a pointless attack on the American city.
The figure gestured and the large throne swivelled to face Doom. The figure on the throne wore Doom's signature armour, green garments and even his iconic mask accompanied by a green hood. In short, Doom was facing one of his own Doombots.
'What is this?' Doom's voice was cold and held the metallic tint of a voice obscured by a mask.
'Excellent, you have returned. Update me on the progress of our work in New York.' The sitting copy's voice was richer and resonated with more force than Doom's own, a clear sign of a duplicate.
'Rise, you have forgotten your place.''I-' The copy appeared momentarily confused.
'You dare question me?'This was always happening, Doom mused under his mask, Doombots allowing their programming to make them forget that they were Doombots in the first place. Clearly a problem he would need to address.
'I order you now, speak! Detail the progress!' 'Enough of this charade.' Doom raised his arm, preparing to unleash an electronic pulse that would render the Doombot incapacitated. The Doombot did not move, it would be unable to anyway, Doom had installed many safeguards in his creations including programming that rendered them unable to attack their creator.
Doom activated the electronic pulse and...nothing happened. He tried again and still nothing. Now he was genuinely mystified; perhaps his armour had been hacked somehow or some virus that interfered with his weaponry.
Indeed, Doom was so confused that he didn't notice the copy rise from the throne and raise his arm in exactly the same fashion that Doom himself had done moments before.
What Doom did notice was the shock of electricity that ran through every nerve in his body, his armour shut down immediately and he felt himself fall to the floor, numbness setting in. His senses dulled and he found it difficult to see through his mask.
But he heard the laughter.
The copy stood before him.
'You, like many before you,' it spoke drily,
'are just another failure born of Doom's brilliance.' With that, the standing Doom, for that was who he was, reached down and wrenched the head of the Doombot, for that was what it was, from it's shoulders. He held it aloft, almost fondly, before turning and striding back to his throne. With a simple movement he deposited the Doombot's head onto an arm of the throne.
Immediately information of the Doombot's progress filled the screen, days of work and many activities were compartmentalised and given order in nanoseconds before appearing on the large screen. Doom analysed the information in silence before rising once again from his throne and beckoning to Boris. The old man stood to one side of the room, out of distance of any potential danger that the Doombot could have caused, at Doom's gesture he approached the throne.
'My Lord?'
'The time has come Boris, prepare my private jet.' Victor Von Doom surveyed his map one last time and knew that the pieces had all fallen into place.
'Today we fly for New York!' Boris nodded hurriedly and turned to leave.
'And Boris,' the old man stopped, Doom gestured to the ruined Doombot on the floor,
'Have that cleaned up.'
