Torack

Ultimate One Universe: Season Two

If a Green Lantern uses their ring to lift Mjolnir, is the ring worthy or its bearer?

@Lord Wraith

Wraith with the philosophical questions.

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That's detailed. I mean with them both being 'Sorceror' Supreme and all. I suppose Fate always has that "Lord of Order" Shtick.

@Sep

Ain't it tho?

In all seriousness, I was thinking of going through that whole "Lord of Order" schtick while also trying to keep the balance in the cosmos instead of simply trying to "protect" the cosmos.

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I see them helping each other out every once in a while.

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After reaching out with his mind and sensing no significant source of magic coming from the domed building, Dr. Fate spent the next couple of hours combing through the city trying to save as many people as he could. The amount that survived was a vastly small number. A few families, a couple of shell shocked individuals, and a small number of kids that had been lucky enough to hide in some underground bunker near the edge of the city limits.

There were no other survivors. Once they were gathered, he herded them out of the city for about a league, creating a floating disk for those too tired, injured, or weary to walk. When the the city was no more than whisper on the horizon, he raised a large hut from the ground and bade them inside, telling them to only come out on extreme emergencies until he came back.

Back in the burning city, he flew directly towards the untouched building. A large structure, domed at the top, painted in blues and reds that made a strange conflagration of colours in the fire’s dancing light. The strangeness however, came from the fact that it was as if the destruction that took over the city refused to get near the building and it’s surrounding land, it’s outer gate unmarred even by soot.

Reaching the outer, expansive courtyard he descended until he was a foot off the ground and slowly made his way closer to the building, two ankhs floating lazily around him as he passed through untouched gardens dotted with statues and fountains. Eventually he reached a large set of stairs set on either side with marble colonnades and at the topmost landing, a set of two closed wooden doors inlaid with gold.

A feeling of dread started churning in his stomach as he reached the platform and waved a hand, causing one of the doors to slowly creak open. Two more ankhs appeared around him and he entered.

The scene before him was harrowing. Blood was everywhere, the central hall and the pillars to either side were painted with it. In the centre, around a massive red smoking circle, were seven robed and hooded bodies lying still in their own blood. Dr. Fate drew closer, the dread feeling growing stronger as he felt the same magic that he had back on earth; the residue was stronger here, almost overpowering in its saturation. He paused a moment to let his mind wander around the city before expanding around the planet, searching for this “demon” but feeling nothing. Probably masking itself, he mused. He couldn’t be sure until he made a round through the planet however.

Might as well start here first. Landing, his boots making an echoing click on the marble floor, he walked towards the slaughter, knelt, and placed a gloved hand on one of the bodies.

An image immediately formed in his head, and he watched as the seven robed figures, a book floating between them, set themselves in a circle and began chanting. Low at first, but they soon began to raise their voices as armed guards rushed from the various other halls and chambers, pointing guns at them and shouting at them to stop.

Whatever happened next he couldn’t see as darkness obscured his view, but he heard the screams and shouts, heard the ripping of flesh, the crack of bones, and the agony that followed. Guns were fired, more screams followed, then a deep laughter that ended with one of the victims giving off an inhuman scream that was cut off with a gurgle.

Fate pulled his hand back, and for the first time in a while, he felt genuine fear. It didn’t stop him from trying to figure out who the figures were, however as he started to soon dig through the bodies to find anything that would identify them. After a few seconds of searching he managed to find an amulet on one body, a black circle with a red outline of a sun in the middle.

He stood, yanked the amulet from the body and stored it in a pocket dimension. Although the significance was currently lost on him, he was sure someone – hopefully someone who still lived – would know what it meant. He walked through the halls, looking around and noticing everywhere else beyond the antechamber was untouched, the walls to either side of him lined with plinths and paintings of ancient figures or massive battles over what he assumed to be the planet. Soon, he made it to another set of over-sized double doors, made of wood, silver, and gold.

Another wave of his hand and he flew inside.

He heard the guns shift and point before he saw them and raised his hands as he appeared in a large domed chamber, a raised dais on the other end with a large throne made of what looked to be gilded bones.

“What in the hell. Who are you?” One of the guards demanded.

“My name is Dr. Fate. I came to investigate the destruction of this city,” he said, “I felt the magic unleashed from my own planet, and felt compelled.”

“How do we know you’re not the demon in disguise?” Another guard asked.

Slowly, his hands went for his helm and he pulled it off revealing his face. “Do I look like a demon to you?”

“You could be casting an illusion, sorcerer.” Another guard shouted.

“Enough! I would hear what this man has to say,” the figure on the throne said. “Approach, Dr. Fate. Explain why you’re here.”

Putting the helmet back on, he flew closer to the dais before three guards stepped before his path, their weapons trained on him. “I come from Earth. I felt whatever was summoned here and the significance of that should not be lost on you. Whatever it was, it was strong enough to alert me to come here and I intend to investigate and destroy, if I can, this demon.”

“Whatever it was that was released in my palace,” the figure said, “was no demon. It’s magic was far too dense and potent. Demons we could handle. Efficiently, in fact. Whatever this thing was however, it destroyed my men and their magic as if they were children.”

He studied the figure, his eyes narrowing underneath his helm. After a moment, he asked, “how is it that this place is untouched while the antechamber of your palace, and the rest of the city, is in ruins.”

The man raised another hand and two figures emerged from either side of the throne wearing strange headpieces that covered the upper half of their faces and ended in curved point. “My own cadre of sorcerers managed fight it off before it escaped,” the man explained, then turning to the mages. “Tell our guest what you told me.”

“We suspect,” one of them said, “whatever that heretical cabal summoned, to be a god.”

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There was something beautiful about humanity. He never considered the simplicity of a human life before he found the helmet. The mundane, every day worries that people faced, running from place to place, rushing to meet deadlines. Fretting and stressing about minute things that, in the grand scale of things, mattered very little. And yet, to them it was as though the world would end if they didn't accomplish what they set out to do. Getting filled with anxiety the more they left it, chewing themselves raw.

The jobs, the machine that kept the world turning. Money and the endless struggle to appear richer than they really were, fighting over the latest technology, the newest car, the best looking house. It was all amusing. But it was also more than that. Despite all that chaos, there was an undercurrent of something holding everyone together, keeping them from tearing each other limb from limb. That was the wonder, the beauty came from the realization it was all because they each shared a will to survive and from that will was borne love.

It only took him a step into the shoes of godlike power to realize that. Scary.

He was sitting on a sofa watching his fiancee, sitting on the other end of the large room, reading out a letter that came earlier that day. Appeared right at their doorstep, the box that came with it. Just like that. Even if the letter had been from Lexcorp there was some uneasiness he felt, mainly because it was just a box and it could have been anything inside. Lexcorp logo or not. He watched her with no small amount of curiosity as she brought out a phone, almost squealing in happiness as she booted it up.

"I honestly can't believe it's free! For a year!" She said taking a moment to look at him before turning back to the phone.

"Very generous of Mr. Luther," he said. He was going to say more when another fit of coughing took him, a hand going up to stop Inza from rushing towards him. "I'm fine," he managed to squeeze out as he dug through his pockets and brought out a prescription bottle, "I have my pills. Go back to figuring out your new device."

"You're sure you're okay?" She asked, half-standing from her sofa.

Kent took a moment to pop two pills, feeling the magic he infused in them suppress the poison. "I'm fine, I promise. How's the phone, though? That's what I'd like to know."

"It's amazing!" She said as she thumbed through it, "I mean, this makes Apple look like it's centuries old."

He snorted.

"You sure you don't want one of your own?"

"I have a very reliable phone, thank you. One I'm not exactly keen on giving it up. Besides," I don't need a phone when I can talk right in your head. From anywhere in the cosmos.

"Don't do that," she said waving a hand in front of her face. "I'm still not totally used to it yet. It's so weird hearing you in there."

"Believe me, there's a lot weirder shit out there that you'd rather not know about," he said as he stood with a grunt, "anyway, I'm guessing you're going to be too busy messing with that thing to cook dinner. So what do you want? Chinese? Italian?"

"Anything's fine."

He pulled out his own phone and started looking through the various restaurants when a sudden spark went off in his head followed by a faint, burning rotten smell.

A few moments went by. "Honey, you okay?" He heard Inza ask, her voice sounding a thousand miles away.

"I'm sorry, what?" He said as he snapped back a few seconds later, looking to see she was only a few feet from him, a worried expression on her face.

"You looked like you had a seizure or something. Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," he stood and stretched out his hand and the helmet appeared out of a pocket dimension, his stomach clenching with worry as he put it on. Then, closing his eyes he tried to feel out where the source of the magic was coming from, his mind expanding beyond his body. It took him a moment of concentrating when he finally picked it up.

It couldn't be... how strong of a --?

He felt another spark in his head, the same magic coming from the exact same place. "Oh god."

"What?"

He looked at her. "I have to go."

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Daxam, a planet 7 lightyears from Earth

Multiple columns of smoke rose into the sky, fires engulfed the massive city, and cries of pain and terror rose from the chaos. Only one building remained untouched, every other surrounding it had been reduced to rubble or was slowly crumbling from the fire. Above the chaos, a golden ankh formed in the sky and Dr. Fate emerged.

Shock was the first thing he felt. That and a few other feelings all mixing together to form a fine blend of rage. As he descended he looked around in horror at the aftermath of whatever happened to this place; a few seconds later he landed in a clearing, a sort of massive square that once held a large statue that was now nothing more than a cracked plinth, and of the statue there was no sign save the few large chunks of rubble around the square. From his left he heard the desperate cry for help and flew towards it, his hand waving over the pieces of collapsed building, causing it to lift and land some distance away with a plume of dust. Underneath, within a ditch that he assumed was once the foundations to a home, he saw a mother with three children huddled around her.

He landed and got down to a knee. "What happened here?" He asked.

The mother simply pointed to the massive and untouched domed building. "A demon."

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@Hillan

Metal.

Ultimate One Universe: Season Two

I also got my first arch plotted down as well as the beginning of the second arch pretty much in the works. Might as well work on writing up a draft for the first post tho! Eyy!

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This is Gowi.

He's old, crotchety and doesn't like fun of any kind.

@Lord Wraith

Maybe he's having fun making y'all think he's an old crotchety fella.

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Doctor Fate | Kent Nelson

Powers And Abilities:
While a capable practitioner of mystical arts himself, with the helmet, those powers become something more. He can feel when magic is being used around him, sense it's presence and can tune himself with the cosmos. Along with that are a list of powers that are only limited by his imagination, ranging from mental abilities like telepathy, hypnosis, and others to mystical powers like necromancy, divination, eldritch blast, and astral projection.

Without his helmet however, his powers are severely limited. His magical capabilities giving him telekinetic strength enough to move a car whereas with the helmet he can potentially move an entire planet. He's also invulnerable to normal and most explosive weapons and can fly and use his mystical powers to enhance his strength.

His abilities include medical knowledge, basic hand-to-hand combat, and occultism.

Origin And Backstory (In A Maximum Of Four Paragraphs):
Kent was born to the archaeologist Sven Nelson, and a medical doctor Tracy Nelson. His early childhood was uneventful, living a life that would be considered average to most, save that his parents put a heavy focus on his studies and always made sure that he was on the honour roll every week. Then there was the added sublayer of both parents subtly trying to sway the young Kent to take their individual professions, as if trying to sell them on the merits of either becoming a doctor or an archaeologist. However, because his father often had to go overseas to some newly discovered dig site, his mother eventually managed to convince him to go into a medical field in his senior year of high school.

After four years, he went to Cornell Medical School where he got his medical degree and eventually specialized in cardiothoracic surgery. During those incredibly harsh years of trying to become a doctor, then becoming one and facing the rigorous internship and residency that came afterwards, he had lost most of the social graces that he had learned in high school and became somewhat awkward, sometimes even delving curiously into the occult out of curiosity. Things changed a little for him when he met Dr. Inza, one of the board members of his hospital, at a charity event. The two hit it off quickly, becoming fast friends and eventually got into a relationship with each other, the occult curiosities he had all but forgotten.

Then his father called, adamant that he fly over to Mesopotamia to help him uncover an ancient tomb that he'd discovered. Reluctantly, he booked a ticket and within a week he was deep in the desert with his father, who explained to him that many tombs like those were filled with dangerous traps and they needed a doctor around in case things went bad. Within several more hours, and after a few drawbacks, they reached the pyramid and delved deep into it, using the map that his father had acquired to traverse the maze. They eventually reached the main chamber with a large golden sarcophagus in the centre surrounded by gold coins and trinkets covered in a thick layer of dust and webs. And while his father was looking through one of the gold pieces on the floor, Kent's curiosity got the better of him and he pushed part of the sarcophagus's lid off releasing a cloud of dust.

When Kent came through he found himself in the hospital, his father next to him who gently broke the news to him that whatever toxins were in the sarcophagus were now rapidly killing him and after telling him that his mother would be visiting him in the next couple of days, he left behind a helmet that was found within sarcophagus and told him that he was sorry. Once alone, the helmet spoke to him, the eyepieces glowing with a bright light as a voice rang in his head and told him to put it on. Thinking himself crazy, he threw the helmet across the room but watched it float back to him telling him once more to put it on. Seeing no other choice, he grabbed it and placed it on his head.

What Makes This Character 'Ultimate'?:
This character is different in many ways than the original concept of Doctor Fate. For one, the poison from the sarcophagus didn't kill his father, but rather affected Kent, poisoning him with an unknown agent that is constantly threatening to kill him without his helmet. Another difference is that he's self aware when he wears the helmet, he remembers everything that he does and it's himself that controls his actions instead of Fate. And of course, he's much younger than the current Kent Nelson, being somewhere around thirty-eight.

Supporting Characters:
Inza Cramer
Sven Nelson
Tracy Nelson

Sample Post:

The Sample Post

A cough wracked Kent for several long seconds as he sat, doubled over, at the edge of the bed. He pulled his hand away and saw the blood on his palm, a grimace forming on his face for a few seconds before turning to look for a tissue on his nightstand. Then, he felt a hand on his bare back and paused, his head shifting slightly as he caught the delicate motion of Inza behind him.

"You okay?" She asked.

"I'll be fine," he said trying to suppress another wave of coughs, "I just need... I just the need the pills."

The hand left his back and a few seconds later he saw Inza walking across the condo to the bathroom, his eyes lingering on her when a powerful wave of coughs sent his knees crashing down to the floor. The world was spinning, darkness slowly closing in around his eyes and a deep ring was slowly obscuring the sound of footfalls on the dark tiled floors of his New York home. He looked up long enough, blood dripping down his chin to see Inza, her face paled with worry, rushing Nabu's helmet towards him and placed it on his head.

The coughs suddenly stopped as a rush of power caused a momentary flash of blinding light.

"Thank you," he said caressing Inza's cheek, his boots a yard off the floor. "What would a man do without you?"

"Probably die," Inza said, her face still pale. "I don't understand why you can't use your 'magic' or whatever your powers are to get rid of... of that poison."

"I wish it were that simple," he said, his voice deeper within the helmet, resonating as though there were several people speaking in-tune with him, "but I'm working on it. The occult may give me answers where modern medicine has failed. I'm still learning my powers, it may be that I stumble upon something. Hopefully."

He watched her moved in closer and take a hold of his hands, dragging him down so he was no longer levitating and placed a hand on either side of his helmet. "Well I hope you find it soon, Kent. I don't want to have to look at a helmet all the time."

Suddenly the front part of the helmet became a transparent, a slight grin on his face. "What if I do this?"

She gave him a look. "That's not what I meant."

"I know," he returned, the helmet reverting to normal, "I'll find a cure. Eventually."

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Once again we fell for his tricks and gave him attention.

Damnit guys.

Do not feed the Sep.

@Lord Wraith

I was hyping it. I feel partially responsible.

Still. It's been 24 hrs, can I post my dude in the CHAR tab?