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Ultimate One Universe: Season Two

This RP is really gonna force me to get better at writing fight action.

Ultimate One Universe: Season Two

T H E I R O N F I S T

^{Issue #1: The Winter of Our Discontent}

New York City, New York

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^{December 22nd, 2018 | 1:43am | Chinatown}

It was a pleasant night, though the bitter cold bit viciously at Danny's fingertips. The snow fell softly. It had been little more than a day since his incident at Harold Meachem's apartment, and Danny wasn't entirely sure what his next move should be. His revenge was stolen from him by an unknown assailant. The Triad was getting bolder in New York, with the Golden Tigers being the dominant gang running the streets. For now, all Danny could focus on was bringing the Tigers to justice.

But tonight was slow. No one seemed to be out, instead situating themselves indoors with their families and loved ones. Perhaps even the Golden Tigers took the holidays off. Danny shook the thought. The gang operating out of Chinatown had caused nothing but pain and heartbreak. It was easier to bash skulls when not thinking about their families. So he turned his thoughts back to his own heartbeat. His breath. Every step was a moment of peace. Lei-Kung had taught him this form of meditation when he was a child. Danny's pace slowed down.

It was in this state that his senses heightened. He was simply being present now, the world's distractions washing away into perfect being. In this heightened state, he heard the giggling of a young couple a block away. A small group of young men were gathered outside of a small bar, waiting for their cab. The faint sound of tires crunching snow... before harshly breaking. The doors slammed open. Something was wrong.

Danny's eyes opened, and he dashed into action. From his pocket emerged his mask, which he quickly tied over his eyes. He wore a pair of yellow sweats, a yellow shirt, and a green hoodie. Anyone could easily assume this was just some jogger at first glance. Within moments, he was at the scene of the crime. A black van was idling outside of a small jewelry store. This seemed pathetic for the Golden Tigers.

The Iron Fist approached the front of the store, his fists clenched as the street lights back-lit his figure. Inside, men in balaclavas were shoving as many jewels into their duffel bags as humanly possible. Only four in number. It took them a moment to notice the vigilante in the doorway. A smile cracked Danny's lips. "With the number of superheroes and maniacs in New York, I have to give you credit. You have balls."

The thieves drew hatchets, an odd choice given the nature of their crime. It was relieving that they didn't have guns, though. Bullets were harder to dodge. Two of the Hatchets ran at the Iron Fist, swinging downward. Two quick blocks along the shaft of the weapons, followed with a quick twisting of the wrists and a rip downward. They were disarmed, the hatchets clattering on the ground. Next came swings and blows. Each punch, and kick were expertly blocked and dodged by the Iron Fist. Despite his expertise, they were managing to force him out towards the sidewalk. The two remaining Hatchet's inside dropped their bags on the pavement and surrounded the outmanned vigilante. For a moment, the fighting stopped.

"<Leave now, and you may live.>" One of the Hatchets still armed practically spat out the words in Chinese.

Danny shifted his foot slightly, changing his stance. He took two deep breaths, and then the two armed Hatchets charged. That was their great mistake. One swung towards the Iron Fist's ribs, while the other swung down at his back. Danny reversed the first attack, plunging the hatchet into the side of the other foe while grabbing the handle of the hatchet swinging towards his head. A swift kick at the knee of that Hatchet helped release the grip of his weapon. A few quick swings of the blunt-end of the hatchet at the two foes right next to him knocked them unconscious. He dropped the weapon and watched the other two hatchets skirt around the Iron Fist, having fetched their weapons once again.

Iron Fist was taken aback as he heard the door of the van behind him slide open. Before he could turn around to defend himself, a whip wrapped around his right wrist. A strong force flipped him down towards the ground and onto his back. Danny looked up to see the foe standing over him, a man in a black leather jacket with a whip in his right hand. He wasn't wearing a mask, and his smile was wide with hate in his eyes. With a flick of the wrist, the Iron Fist was flung up into the air and then back down as the foe stepped out of the van. The other two Hatchets quickly circled around and got in to make their getaway.

Danny didn't have much time to react. His left hand quickly reached over to his wrist, loosening the whip's hold and freeing his hand. His right hand clenched into a fist, glowing slightly just as the van's tires began to desperately grip for traction in the snow. Danny's fist lifted up and slammed into the ground, a large fissure in the pavement forming and shooting before the van. It was just large enough that when the van drove forward. The front left tire got caught in the new fissure just long enough for the Iron Fist to jump up to his feet and begin rushing towards the vehicle.

The foe wielding the whip, someone Danny dubbed "Backlash" in his head, swung the weapon directly towards Danny's right fist. This was just the kind of move Iron Fist anticipated. Danny spun around, the whip cracking against the ground less than an inch from his back. He kept his momentum with the spin, managing to strike his fist against front of the van as it had just begun to catch traction and begin to speed up again. His Fist cut through the chassis like butter, reaching the engine block itself and shooting it with force out onto the street. The two Hatchet thieves in the front of the van broke through the windshield and slid onto the snowy Chinatown street, falling limp rather quickly.

All that was left was Backlash, who squared up against Iron Fist as he turned around. Backlash cracked the whip left of the Iron Fist, anticipating Iron Fist to dodge right. The whip went right on the upswing, wrapping around Danny's left bicep. The speed of the whip ripped through Danny's shirt and hoodie, and blood began to seep through the clothing as a sharp gasp of pain escaped the Iron Fist's lips. With a flick of his arm, Backlash pulled the Iron Fist by the arm forward. His arm strained in its socket, an audible pop coming from the shoulder as the snow crunched under foot.

Backlash attempted to meet the Iron Fist with a swift punch towards the face. Unfortunately for him, Danny clenched his right fist and it began to glow as he lifted it up to meet his foe's in defiance. Backlash's left fist crumbled, with the bones in the hand beginning to pierce through the skin. Backlash fell backwards from the force, screaming out in pain himself. His left hand was a broken mess drenched in blood, but he rolled onto his feet and kept his whip in his right hand. The whip cracked towards Danny's Fist, again piercing the skin and drawing some blood as it wrapped around the wrist. A flick of the wrist spun Danny around so the whip wound him up and kept the Fist close to his chest. Backlash let go of the whip briefly to deliver a quick blow to his chin, forcing Danny to spit blood in the process.

Backlash was in control even when his whip had left his hand, as the handle of the whip spun back around and was caught in his grip within only a second. He flicked the weapon to his right, spinning Iron Fist out of the tangle of the whip and straight at the side of the van, creating a large dent in the van's closed door. The Iron Fist fell to his knees, blood tricking down from the corners of his lips and dripping into the white snow. A small smile escaped his lips. It had been months since anyone had even managed to give him a challenge. "Fun gimmick... Why are you working with the Hatchets?"

"They paid for my protection. Knew you've been operating in the area. Said you were dangerous, but clearly they were mistaken." With that final jab, he cracked his whip towards the Iron Fist's neck. Danny could barely breathe... but he was prepared for this. His fist lit up and slammed into the ground, firing a shockwave towards Backlash to launch him backwards. The whip launched Danny forward and tightened its grip around the vigilante. The Iron Fist almost blacked out, but managed to stay conscious long enough to see and grasp at a glint that came from the snow. A hatchet. The blade of the hatchet was raised up and cut through the fibers of the whip, freeing Danny's neck so that he could breathe. Backlash impacted into the glass of the storefront, flying into the jewelry store as Danny slid onto his back in the snow. Danny stayed there a moment, listening to see if Backlash was stirring. Apparently the final blow was too much for him. The Iron Fist rested in the bloody snow, staring up at the sky.

I am Daniel Rand... the Immortal Iron Fist... and I was nearly beaten by an Indiana Jones knock-off.

I really need to step my game up.

The distant sounds of police sirens and a realization of what would happen if he was found here stirred Danny to his feet as he slipped into a nearby ally, disappearing into the cold winter's night.

Ultimate One Universe: Season Two

Given Bruce’s post from earlier, it would probably be after 6am EST.

Ultimate One Universe: Season Two

Just gotta say folks, I am really looking forward to jumping in this season. Missed out on the last season as I couldn't put a sheet together fast enough. Started off inspired this time and have this season's arc pretty much planned out, with the exception of whatever events end up getting thrown into the mix.

Also, @Lord Wraith, use some damn words mate.

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Ultimate One Universe: Season Two

Ultimate One Universe: Season Two Application

Character You're Applying For: Daniel Rand | The Iron Fist

Powers And Abilities:

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Powers and Abilities

• The Iron Fist: While in one sense a subset of his Chi Manipulation, The Iron Fist’s power comes from the stolen heart of a now dead ancient dragon. While most passers-by wouldn’t believe this story, Daniel Rand makes use of his power to punch through walls, steel, and even a few people. He has yet to test the limits of this punch.
• Enhanced Healing: Another by-product of being The Iron Fist, Daniel Rand can choose to augment his chi into healing his physical form over time. This requires great effort and pain. In theory, he could use this to heal others.
• Martial Arts Master: While training in K’un-Lun, Daniel Rand trained hard to become one of the greatest martial artists of the modern age. When he competed for the title of The Iron Fist, Daniel went undefeated against all in K’un-Lun who stood in his way. With his training in Martial Arts, Daniel Rand developed proficiency with a plethora of weapons.
• Master of Acrobatics: Similarly involved in his raining as a martial artist, Daniel Rand has developed excellent agility and remains rather quick on his feet compared to most combatants. He can augment his chi to make himself quicker than the average human, but doing so requires a lot of focus and prevents him from using his fist.
• Supernatural Sense: An augmentation of his chi allows Daniel Rand to augment his senses, allowing him to enhance his natural senses to the point of the supernatural. This is most readily accessed through meditation.

Origin And Backstory (In A Maximum Of Four Paragraphs):

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Born to Wendell and Heather Rand, Daniel Rand was born to opulence and wealth. His father was the CEO of Rand Incorporated, a multi-billion dollar company selling insurance and dealing in construction and real-estate under sub-companies. Daniel spent his young life spending time with his close friend, Joy Meachem, the daughter of his father’s CFO. So it was not uncommon or unusual when Daniel and his parents went on a three month trip during Danny’s summer vacation when he was nine. They travelled throughout Europe, briefly visited South Africa, and then were slated to visit China and Japan.

The plane never made it to China. A freak storm crashed the plane in the Himilayas. In the crash, Danny was separated from his father and Harold Meachem for a short while. They seemingly reconnected, but only as Wendell was dangling precariously from a cliff’s edge with Meachem looming over. Meachem stepped on Wendell’s fingers, and the remaining Rand family members ran in horror at the sight. Daniel and Heather attempted to navigate their somewhat frozen environment, but soon found themselves surrounded by a pack of wolves. They ran as fast as they could, finding a rope bridge across a dangerous chasm. Heather told Danny to run across it before cutting the rope, saving Danny but dooming herself.

The bridge Danny had crossed turned out to be the nexus point to K’un-Lun. He was welcomed there as an orphan and an outsider. With no family and no remaining purpose except revenge, the young Daniel Rand trained under Lei-Kung the Thunder. The immortal Martial Arts Master trained all those who wished to fight to become the Iron Fist. For 10 years, Danny Rand trained to gain that title. And on his 20th birthday, the time came for him to fight for that right. He challenged five opponents, one of whom was Lei-Kung’s own son. He won every fight, and was sent to fight Shou-Lao the Undying Serpent. Victory was achieved through Daniel’s mastery of martial arts and his cunning. He was therefore able to absorb the Shou-Loa’s heart and become the next Iron Fist.

Daniel sought revenge, and therefore abandoned K’un-Lun. He returned home to much fanfare only 2 months ago. He developed the lie that he had managed to hide away at a monastery in the area for years before gaining the means of travelling home. Due to his father’s last will and testament, Daniel was able to regain his father’s shares in the company. As majority shareholder and having a role on the board of now Rand-Meachem Inc., Daniel started up a charity arm of the company that began to attempt to set up homeless shelters in undeveloped countries. Daniel has been waiting and planning for his confrontation with Harold Meachem. Blood will have blood.

What Makes This Character 'Ultimate'?:

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The character is mostly consistent from his portrayal in the comics, with a few exceptions. While not laudable, the Iron Fist series did something interesting in making the conflict with Davos more personal. This version of Daniel Rand is someone who does not shy away from killing at this point in time, and is heavily focused on revenge rather than peace. Daniel is also an interesting character to have in a world where the more Oriental and Mystical parts of the DC universe are up for grabs as well. Danny is someone who can fit in with magical, street-level, or militaristic heroes as well, making him an interesting fit for a Year One universe.

Supporting Characters:

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Colleen Wing: A recent friend of Danny’s, Colleen Wing is the daughter of a professor of Oriental Studies at Columbia University. Their meeting was happenstance at Daniel’s “Welcome Back” party, and Daniel has given her the task of leading Rand-Meachem Inc.’s humanitarian efforts.

Joy Meachem: Childhood friend of Daniel Rand, and member of the Board of Rand-Meachem Inc. She is slated to be the new CEO following the retirement of Ward Meachem, her uncle. She has an electric personality, possessing overflowing charisma and is known for solving conflicts in Board Meetings.

Lei-Kung: Daniel’s mentor. While the two exist currently in separate universes, the two share a powerful connection that can be accessed through deep meditation. Lei-Kung acts as a surrogate father-figure for Daniel.

Davos: He left K’un-Lun with Daniel, and the relationship has remained falsely amicable. In Daniel’s mind, the two are still allies and Davos has started up a dojo in New York called the Thunderer Dojo. It is being funded in part by Daniel personally.

Character Picture:

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Sample Post:

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Blood Will Have Blood

T H E I R O N F I S T

^{Issue #0: Blood Will Have Blood}

New York City, New York

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^{December 20th, 2018 | 11:53pm | Harold Meachem's Penthouse}

Snow billowed before the picturesque floor-to-ceiling window, the lights of the New York City Skyline shifting in and out as it cascaded upon the Persian rug beneath Harold's feet. On the left arm of his reclined chair was a cup holder with a glass of Scotch resting comfortably inside. Harold's glasses were perched at the tip of his nose as his eyes scanned the book before him: a copy of Macbeth. Harold was one who still found joy in the arts and in literature, and Shakespeare was no exception. He hummed slightly as he picked up the glass to take a sip. He relished in this small, private moment.

It wouldn't last.

Harold missed the brief thuds that came in that private moment. He did hear the crash from behind him, forcing Harold to drop his glass and turn around abruptly as he stood. Standing in the doorway to this private lounge in Harold's penthouse was a man wearing a mask. It covered his nose upward, made of a yellow fabric. The eyes of the intruder were visible and present, and the anger behind them was apparent. On the intruder's chest was the black outline of a dragon, and he wore only pants and a belt made of similar material but green and yellow in color (respectively). Harold stood speechless for a moment, taking in the carnage visible beyond his lounge. The security team, all six of them, lay unconscious on the ground in the living room. Some of his priceless vases had been shattered.

The eyes... they were what was most striking. They seemed familiar... and full of rage. Righteous anger. For the first time in his entire life, Harold felt true fear. So he ran to his left, towards an open set of doors and towards his bedroom. He slammed the doors shut as he entered, locking them and rushing towards his nightstand. He pressed a small button on the underside, and a panel in the wall opened up to reveal a small metal room. Meachem managed to rush inside and press the button for the door to close just as the intruder kicked the bedroom door in. The panel in the wall slid shut just as the intruder's feet had nearly reached the panic room. Harold was shut off and safe, for the time being.

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Daniel Rand took a deep breath. He wasn't sure how much longer he had before the authorities arrived. He had been home 2 months, but was still getting used to living with technology. He still wasn't entirely sure how his new phone worked, since the last phone he had was a flip-phone. Regardless, Danny did know a panic room when he saw one, as his family home was installed with one. And this room wouldn't save Harold for long. With another deep breath, Daniel's clenched fist began to glow from the inside. With a swift jab forward, the wall dented. With another, the wall seemed to be caving inward. With a final jab, the panel in the wall flew against the other wall.

The Iron Fist turned his gaze towards the terrified Harold Meachem, who was pissing himself in the corner. "Harold Meachem... your power lies atop the grave of Wendell Rand... My father! Blood will have Blood!" His voice carried weight and anger, and he was practically shouting.

Harold Meachem pleaded for his life, sitting upon his knees before the son of the only man he'd killed. But Daniel's ears were deaf to those pleas, as his clenched fist was raised into the air, ready to strike downward. But the punch wasn't delivered. For but a moment, Danny flinched.

The hesitation wasn't out of pity. There was someone else present now. Daniel heard something being unsheathed and spun around in a defensive stance. A dagger was thrown... but not at The Iron Fist. Instead, the dagger found its sheath in the throat of Harold Meachem. Daniel only caught a glimpse of this figure, an individual in all black with black wrappings covering everything but the eyes. A Ninja? Seriously?

The mysterious assassin dashed away almost immediately, and Danny began his pursuit. The individual was particularly fast, darting into the hallway outside of the apartment just as Danny reached the living room. By the time Danny reached the hallway, there were no signs of anyone else for a moment. The first sound to pierce the air was the "ding" of the elevator at the end of the empty hallway with no doors.

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Joy Meachem's father rarely ever wanted to spend time with her before. But ever since Danny came home, he would come see her at least once a day. And of course he wanted to spend time today as well. She was busy dealing with the paperwork regarding Danny's humanitarian efforts. Her heels clopped against the tile hallway leading to her father's penthouse, and Joy was busy reading a text she had just received. It was her assistant asking her yet another question she had answered a million times before. So the response was short, and Joy placed her phone back into her purse to see a horrid sight. She quickly fished into her purse, pulling out a sidearm and kicking off her heels quickly.

Joy knew that the alarm had to have gone off. The guards were all unconscious. There were no sounds audible yet. She kept her gun pointed ahead of her as she made her way to her father's lounge. The Scotch on the ground was a terrifying sight... but the first sounds coming from the bedroom were more terrifying. Joy quickly made her way into the bedroom, and then the saferoom. The gasps for breath were getting louder. There in the saferoom was Harold Meachem, covered in blood and reclining with his back to the wall. Joy rushed in to embrace her father, covering herself in his blood now too. Harold wasn't able to get out any words, but tears fell from his cheeks as he reached his hands to hold her daughter's head still as he gave a dying kiss. His body went limp, and Joy sobbed, barely able to see.

She did see something... strange, on the wall next to her father. Blood in a pattern that was unnatural. A name. And when Joy managed to bat away the tears enough so that she could see... it was clear what was written on the wall. Something she smeared away with her hand in disbelief. Supposedly, the name of who committed the act, in Harold's own handwriting.

R A N D

Post Catalogue:

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Volume 1: Big Trouble in Little Chinatown
0. Blood Will Have Blood
1. Winter of Our Discontent
2. Something is Rotten in the State of Chinatown
3. To Thy Law...
4. My Services are Bound
5. A Christmas Gambold
6. Methinks you are my Glass
7. That Dreamers do Lie
8. Nothing will come of Nothing
9. The Reveal

Volume 2: Towerfall
10. Setting Up
11. The Constrictor
12. Cool Million
13. Red Dart

Ultimate One Universe: Season Two

Well, since there's so many posts in here already I figured I might as well through up a CS for a little street-level hero you may have heard of while I still can. @Master Bruce

The Iron Fist CS

Ultimate One Universe: Season Two Application

Character You're Applying For: Daniel Rand | The Iron Fist

Powers And Abilities:

Powers and Abilities

• The Iron Fist: While in one sense a subset of his Chi Manipulation, The Iron Fist’s power comes from the stolen heart of a now dead ancient dragon. While most passers-by wouldn’t believe this story, Daniel Rand makes use of his power to punch through walls, steel, and even a few people. He has yet to test the limits of this punch.
• Enhanced Healing: Another by-product of being The Iron Fist, Daniel Rand can choose to augment his chi into healing his physical form over time. This requires great effort and pain. In theory, he could use this to heal others.
• Martial Arts Master: While training in K’un-Lun, Daniel Rand trained hard to become one of the greatest martial artists of the modern age. When he competed for the title of The Iron Fist, Daniel went undefeated against all in K’un-Lun who stood in his way. With his training in Martial Arts, Daniel Rand developed proficiency with a plethora of weapons.
• Master of Acrobatics: Similarly involved in his raining as a martial artist, Daniel Rand has developed excellent agility and remains rather quick on his feet compared to most combatants. He can augment his chi to make himself quicker than the average human, but doing so requires a lot of focus and prevents him from using his fist.
• Supernatural Sense: An augmentation of his chi allows Daniel Rand to augment his senses, allowing him to enhance his natural senses to the point of the supernatural. This is most readily accessed through meditation.

Origin And Backstory (In A Maximum Of Four Paragraphs):

Born to Wendell and Heather Rand, Daniel Rand was born to opulence and wealth. His father was the CEO of Rand Incorporated, a multi-billion dollar company selling insurance and dealing in construction and real-estate under sub-companies. Daniel spent his young life spending time with his close friend, Joy Meachem, the daughter of his father’s CFO. So it was not uncommon or unusual when Daniel and his parents went on a three month trip during Danny’s summer vacation when he was nine. They travelled throughout Europe, briefly visited South Africa, and then were slated to visit China and Japan.

The plane never made it to China. A freak storm crashed the plane in the Himilayas. In the crash, Danny was separated from his father and Harold Meachem for a short while. They seemingly reconnected, but only as Wendell was dangling precariously from a cliff’s edge with Meachem looming over. Meachem stepped on Wendell’s fingers, and the remaining Rand family members ran in horror at the sight. Daniel and Heather attempted to navigate their somewhat frozen environment, but soon found themselves surrounded by a pack of wolves. They ran as fast as they could, finding a rope bridge across a dangerous chasm. Heather told Danny to run across it before cutting the rope, saving Danny but dooming herself.

The bridge Danny had crossed turned out to be the nexus point to K’un-Lun. He was welcomed there as an orphan and an outsider. With no family and no remaining purpose except revenge, the young Daniel Rand trained under Lei-Kung the Thunder. The immortal Martial Arts Master trained all those who wished to fight to become the Iron Fist. For 10 years, Danny Rand trained to gain that title. And on his 20th birthday, the time came for him to fight for that right. He challenged five opponents, one of whom was Lei-Kung’s own son. He won every fight, and was sent to fight Shou-Lao the Undying Serpent. Victory was achieved through Daniel’s mastery of martial arts and his cunning. He was therefore able to absorb the Shou-Loa’s heart and become the next Iron Fist.

Daniel sought revenge, and therefore abandoned K’un-Lun. He returned home to much fanfare only 2 months ago. He developed the lie that he had managed to hide away at a monastery in the area for years before gaining the means of travelling home. Due to his father’s last will and testament, Daniel was able to regain his father’s shares in the company. As majority shareholder and having a role on the board of now Rand-Meachem Inc., Daniel started up a charity arm of the company that began to attempt to set up homeless shelters in undeveloped countries. Daniel has been waiting and planning for his confrontation with Harold Meachem. Blood will have blood.

What Makes This Character 'Ultimate'?:

The character is mostly consistent from his portrayal in the comics, with a few exceptions. While not laudable, the Iron Fist series did something interesting in making the conflict with Davos more personal. This version of Daniel Rand is someone who does not shy away from killing at this point in time, and is heavily focused on revenge rather than peace. Daniel is also an interesting character to have in a world where the more Oriental and Mystical parts of the DC universe are up for grabs as well. Danny is someone who can fit in with magical, street-level, or militaristic heroes as well, making him an interesting fit for a Year One universe.

Supporting Characters:

Colleen Wing: A recent friend of Danny’s, Colleen Wing is the daughter of a professor of Oriental Studies at Columbia University. Their meeting was happenstance at Daniel’s “Welcome Back” party, and Daniel has given her the task of leading Rand-Meachem Inc.’s humanitarian efforts.

Joy Meachem: Childhood friend of Daniel Rand, and member of the Board of Rand-Meachem Inc. She is slated to be the new CEO following the retirement of Ward Meachem, her uncle. She has an electric personality, possessing overflowing charisma and is known for solving conflicts in Board Meetings.

Lei-Kung: Daniel’s mentor. While the two exist currently in separate universes, the two share a powerful connection that can be accessed through deep meditation. Lei-Kung acts as a surrogate father-figure for Daniel.

Davos: He left K’un-Lun with Daniel, and the relationship has remained falsely amicable. In Daniel’s mind, the two are still allies and Davos has started up a dojo in New York called the Thunderer Dojo. It is being funded in part by Daniel personally.

Character Picture:

Sample Post:

Blood Will Have Blood

T H E I R O N F I S T

New York City, New York

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^{December 20th, 2018 | 11:53pm | Harold Meachem's Penthouse}

Snow billowed before the picturesque floor-to-ceiling window, the lights of the New York City Skyline shifting in and out as it cascaded upon the Persian rug beneath Harold's feet. On the left arm of his reclined chair was a cup holder with a glass of Scotch resting comfortably inside. Harold's glasses were perched at the tip of his nose as his eyes scanned the book before him: a copy of Macbeth. Harold was one who still found joy in the arts and in literature, and Shakespeare was no exception. He hummed slightly as he picked up the glass to take a sip. He relished in this small, private moment.

It wouldn't last.

Harold missed the brief thuds that came in that private moment. He did hear the crash from behind him, forcing Harold to drop his glass and turn around abruptly as he stood. Standing in the doorway to this private lounge in Harold's penthouse was a man wearing a mask. It covered his nose upward, made of a yellow fabric. The eyes of the intruder were visible and present, and the anger behind them was apparent. On the intruder's chest was the black outline of a dragon, and he wore only pants and a belt made of similar material but green and yellow in color (respectively). Harold stood speechless for a moment, taking in the carnage visible beyond his lounge. The security team, all six of them, lay unconscious on the ground in the living room. Some of his priceless vases had been shattered.

The eyes... they were what was most striking. They seemed familiar... and full of rage. Righteous anger. For the first time in his entire life, Harold felt true fear. So he ran to his left, towards an open set of doors and towards his bedroom. He slammed the doors shut as he entered, locking them and rushing towards his nightstand. He pressed a small button on the underside, and a panel in the wall opened up to reveal a small metal room. Meachem managed to rush inside and press the button for the door to close just as the intruder kicked the bedroom door in. The panel in the wall slid shut just as the intruder's feet had nearly reached the panic room. Harold was shut off and safe, for the time being.

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Daniel Rand took a deep breath. He wasn't sure how much longer he had before the authorities arrived. He had been home 2 months, but was still getting used to living with technology. He still wasn't entirely sure how his new phone worked, since the last phone he had was a flip-phone. Regardless, Danny did know a panic room when he saw one, as his family home was installed with one. And this room wouldn't save Harold for long. With another deep breath, Daniel's clenched fist began to glow from the inside. With a swift jab forward, the wall dented. With another, the wall seemed to be caving inward. With a final jab, the panel in the wall flew against the other wall.

The Iron Fist turned his gaze towards the terrified Harold Meachem, who was pissing himself in the corner. "Harold Meachem... your power lies atop the grave of Wendell Rand... My father! Blood will have Blood!" His voice carried weight and anger, and he was practically shouting.

Harold Meachem pleaded for his life, sitting upon his knees before the son of the only man he'd killed. But Daniel's ears were deaf to those pleas, as his clenched fist was raised into the air, ready to strike downward. But the punch wasn't delivered. For but a moment, Danny flinched.

The hesitation wasn't out of pity. There was someone else present now. Daniel heard something being unsheathed and spun around in a defensive stance. A dagger was thrown... but not at The Iron Fist. Instead, the dagger found its sheath in the throat of Harold Meachem. Daniel only caught a glimpse of this figure, an individual in all black with black wrappings covering everything but the eyes. A Ninja? Seriously?

The mysterious assassin dashed away almost immediately, and Danny began his pursuit. The individual was particularly fast, darting into the hallway outside of the apartment just as Danny reached the living room. By the time Danny reached the hallway, there were no signs of anyone else for a moment. The first sound to pierce the air was the "ding" of the elevator at the end of the empty hallway with no doors.

---

Joy Meachem's father rarely ever wanted to spend time with her before. But ever since Danny came home, he would come see her at least once a day. And of course he wanted to spend time today as well. She was busy dealing with the paperwork regarding Danny's humanitarian efforts. Her heels clopped against the tile hallway leading to her father's penthouse, and Joy was busy reading a text she had just received. It was her assistant asking her yet another question she had answered a million times before. So the response was short, and Joy placed her phone back into her purse to see a horrid sight. She quickly fished into her purse, pulling out a sidearm and kicking off her heels quickly.

Joy knew that the alarm had to have gone off. The guards were all unconscious. There were no sounds audible yet. She kept her gun pointed ahead of her as she made her way to her father's lounge. The Scotch on the ground was a terrifying sight... but the first sounds coming from the bedroom were more terrifying. Joy quickly made her way into the bedroom, and then the saferoom. The gasps for breath were getting louder. There in the saferoom was Harold Meachem, covered in blood and reclining with his back to the wall. Joy rushed in to embrace her father, covering herself in his blood now too. Harold wasn't able to get out any words, but tears fell from his cheeks as he reached his hands to hold her daughter's head still as he gave a dying kiss. His body went limp, and Joy sobbed, barely able to see.

She did see something... strange, on the wall next to her father. Blood in a pattern that was unnatural. A name. And when Joy managed to bat away the tears enough so that she could see... it was clear what was written on the wall. Something she smeared away with her hand in disbelief. Supposedly, the name of who committed the act, in Harold's own handwriting.

R A N D

@webboysurf

When you literally change a date and “rain” to “snow” and accidentally delay your application’s approval/denial 11 hours.

Ultimate One Universe: Season Two

<Snipped quote by Lord Wraith>

The difference is Marvel waited years in the MCU and actually built up characters to have civil war, which was an event not a reboot. As much as I enjoy DC they do enjoy their reboots.

Also, I wouldn't be a very good Flash if I didn't at least THREATEN the timeline, would I?

@Sep

But... a Civil War event would actually be somewhat interesting in an RP of this scale and when mixing in DC, which had the similar Injustice run.

Marvel | Shadows of Manhattan: Interest Check

@AubergineLamb @rocketrobie2 @Damo021 @Shard @knifeman @RoccanIronclad @geminironin

For those interested, please feel free to write up a CS. I know some of you already are working on them already. Once I get in a few more CSes, I'll begin the approval process and set up an OOC. Don't feel like you need to rush. This RP is very loose and free-form. It's more of a sandbox than a set story, though I will definitely be running plenty of events and possibly tossing in a character or two of my own.

One other note: If you've missed the Discord link, I'll post it here as well. It's just nice to have it to ask any questions about possible characters. I've already answered a few good questions in the server.

Discord Link: https://discord.gg/cAf6hcn

Ultimate One Universe: Season Two

Ultimate One Universe: Year One Application

Character You're Applying For: Adrian Chase & Misty Knight: Heroes for Hire

@Byrd Man

So... if Iron Fist gets accepted, wanna plan a collab? Can’t resist the comics nod to H4H.

Marvel | Shadows of Manhattan: Interest Check

If you allow magical characters, I’d love to try and make one for this.

@Shard

Depends on the CS, and whether the character can stay balanced with the others. The likelihood is no, since magic tends to get OP.