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Rogue Continuum [CLOSED PENDING REBOOT]

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Interesting concepts. A question about the Captain's world, though. Was the entire Earth destroyed and the survivors are on a Skrull world now?

@Retired

Gotta fix up that sheet later. I think the plan was that Steve is surviving on a Skrull world, and the rest of humanity is stuck on an "ark" of sorts floating in space. Not much of humanity left.

Steve is one of the only humans left in Skrull captivity. There's a chance there could be more... And those that are left are in a precarious position. Not a great reality to be stuck in.

Rogue Continuum [CLOSED PENDING REBOOT]

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Primary Concept - The Mad Scientist

_{Doc Green}

| Name |

Bruce Banner

| Age |

35

| Character Differences |

Doc Green more resembles She-Hulk than the traditional Bruce Banner and Hulk dynamic. Bruce is the dominant persona, with the Hulk persona's savage rage merging with Bruce's own persona when transformed. While Doc Green can grow stronger the more angry he gets, the merging of the two personas has placed a significant "cap" on how strong the Hulk can get. The downside for Bruce fully controlling the Hulk persona: Doc Green isn't capable of reaching the heights the Hulk did. Cosmetically, Doc Green is about half the size of the Hulk, and has managed to retain the beard and hair-style of Bruce Banner. He also tries to wear clothes as much as he possibly can... though finding some that fit is a large ask.

| Brief World Background |

Earth 59301 // "Desert Earth"

In this amalgamated DC/Marvel Universe, the world at large has become a wasteland. The world's greatest minds, from Ray Palmer to Reed Richards did their best to find a way to reverse the effects of Global Warming, but it was all for naught. In the year 2030, as the world was plagued with various ecological disasters. While Bruce Banner and Tony Stark experimented with cleaner energy sources in an attempt to at least slow down the coming ecological doomsday, Victor von Doom and Lex Luthor came up with another strategy: speed up the process. The Illuminati, consisting of individuals such as Black Bolt, Doctor Doom, Mr. Fantastic, Black Panther, Gorilla Grodd, Bruce Wayne, Lex Luthor, Norman Osborn, and Tony Stark (at the tail end, when convinced his efforts wouldn't solve the problem) worked together to create their own "safe havens" around the world that would house a limited amount of the world population in climate-controlled and shielded environments. They also worked on another plan: create a device that would speed up the effects of global warming in a hope that it the Earth would "reset" itself.

Their efforts didn't exactly work as intended. The disasters became that much more disastrous, and billions died violent deaths due to these incredibly powerful natural disasters. Those who managed to survive, especially those heroes and villains who noticed that some of their counterparts had disappeared while the world needed them most, began searching for the rumored "safe havens." Those heroes and villains who didn't perish in the natural disasters sought refuge within their Safe Havens of choice. However, even as power shifted hands within some of these safe havens, one thing remained the same: free will and knowledge of the Illuminati's plan could not be allowed to circulate. Order needed to be maintained... for humanity's sake. The rest of the world has practically become a desert wasteland.

| Brief Character Background |

Bruce Banner was born in the mid 1990's, and was not raised in the most healthy environment. His father was an abusive alcoholic who constantly tormented his son. Despite the years of abuse, Bruce did everything he could to study hard. He was admitted to MIT when he was sixteen to study nuclear physics, as he believed that the solution to clean energy lied in nuclear power. It was here that Bruce got in touch with Professor Igor Starsky and fellow student Walter Langkowski. The three formed an intellectual trio incredibly interested in the potential of gamma radiation. The three ended up accepting a government contract to work at Desert Base in New Mexico, working on a gamma device. The device was intended to be an alternative power source, but 8 years of work yielded no results. General Ross, the CO of Desert Base, secretly met with Dr. Starsky to discuss the possibility of retooling the device into a weapon. Starsky ultimately agreed, and he set to work on developing the weapon.

Langkowski, after discovering what Dr. Starsky had agreed to, protested the decision for a time before relenting to continue working on the project. Bruce, on the other hand, never bothered to protest as he knew that he needed Starsky's expertise in the future. Of course, Bruce's life would be forever changed by this. He found himself working late one fateful night, picking up a shift from Starsky last minute. When he entered the chamber with the device that night, he found irregular readings. It turned out that Langkowski was attempting to get revenge on Starsky by tampering with the device. Of course, Bruce was the one who found himself exposed to high levels of Gamma Radiation. The Hulk was born.

For some time, Bruce Banner's story was one of a man tormented by his inner monster. He rampaged through the Southwestern United States for years, until one fateful encounter with Charles Xavier and the X-Men. While Charles' X-Men were keeping the Hulk distracted, Xavier delved into the beast's mind to find and confront Bruce Banner. Together, the two managed to bring Bruce's persona to the forefront once again and establish mental blocks to help Bruce maintain control over his alter-ego. Together, the two could form Doc Green and Bruce could control his angry outbursts to become a positive member of society once again. With the coming ecological crisis, Bruce reached out to famed inventor Tony Stark offering his expertise with gamma radiation to find a clean energy solution.

The two worked together until "The Event" in late 2030. Bruce helped Stark create a more powerful arc reactor that made use of gamma radiation. Of course, while Bruce hoped that this would be used to save the world, Stark ended up having a different idea. Instead of commercializing the device, Stark used the reactor to help power Luther and Doom's device. When the event happened, Bruce found himself in Malibu enjoying a vacation. When the earthquakes hit and began splitting California away from the rest of the U.S., Doc Green and other heroes rushed in to help minimize the damage. Despite their efforts, over a billion people died in the span of two weeks.

Bruce began to put the pieces together when Stark reached out to offer the esteemed physicist a spot in his own personal paradise in Las Vegas. Call it ego or personal responsibility, but Doc Green decided to answer Stark's invitation. Once inside Stark's safe haven, the scientist let his rage seethe to its greatest extent. He managed to storm his way into Tony's personal tower, beating away Stark's drone Iron Man suits, until he got the chance to square off against Iron Man himself. Tony had prepared for this contingency, and had designed a Hulkbuster suit powered by the same gamma-arc reactor that the two geniuses had designed. Doc Green got his ass handed to him easily, and his last memory was of being flown out of Earth's atmosphere by the suit and left to die in the vast coldness of space.

Of course, Mojo couldn't let such a specimen go to waste.

Secondary Concept - The Broken Soldier

_{Hate to borrow from the MCU, but it's the best look I could find.}

| Name |

Steve Rogers // The Captain

| Age |

30 years old

| Character Differences |

In this reality, Steve Rogers was, for most of his life, the hero the world needed. Like the main marvel continuity, he served as Captain America in World War II before taking a bit of a dip in the Artic Circle for a few decades. He was awoken in a post-9/11 world, and brought on to a SHIELD sanctioned Defenders team consisting of Wolverine, Hawkeye, Powerman, Scarlet Witch, Quicksilver, and Justice. Steve Rogers never received his well-known vibranium shield, and instead picked up two collapsible vibranium shields. The biggest change in this Steve from one's traditional understanding of Steve Rogers: he's broken. He has spent two years fighting his fellow heroes to the death, only to get whisked away by Mojo to do the same thing once again.

Some inspiration for this drawn from Marvel's Exiles.

| Brief World Background |

Earth 1313 // "A World Apart"
This Marvel universe is rather lacking of heroes: Reed Richards and his team died from cosmic radiation, Bruce Banner died of cancer from radiation poisoning, and some people like Peter Parker simply missed their happenstance that made them a hero. Of course, that also meant there were few people left to defend the world when the Skrulls invaded. Of course, their invasion was slow and steady at first. Before anyone realized, most world leaders had been replaced by imposters, and humanity was enslaved. The Skrulls had chosen Earth to be the home for their new empire after their own homeworld had been destroyed by Galactus. The strongest and bravest heroes and villains were subjugated and turned into gladiators to fight for sport. The rest of humanity lives either in the Skrull's new colonies on the Earth's surface or on stations in Earth's orbit, living in a lower caste of subservience to their Skrull overlords.

| Brief Character Background |

Steve Rogers was recruited from the age of 18 into Project Rebirth for the United States Army, a secret project designed to create Super Soldiers to stop the war with Nazi Germany. Things didn't go according to plan, and all the research was lost. Steve Rogers remained the only relic of the project, and was drafted into service almost immediately. He became a national celebrity, and was given the name "Captain America." He dedicated himself to fighting HYDRA, a scientific and supernatural research wing of the Nazi army. HYDRA had developed a nuclear bomb, and crafted a bomber to deliver it on New York City in 1945. Steve Rogers caught wind of the plan, and gave his life trying to protect his home city.

Or so he thought. He awoke in the 21st Century to meet Nick Fury, the Director of SHIELD. He was given an offer: continue fighting the good fight and stop the remnants of HYDRA as The Captain. He could hardly refuse, and became an official member of the Defenders team. He helped them successfully defeat the remnants of the old organization, to the best of his knowledge. With his old foes defeated for good, The Captain was made the official leader of the Defenders. But he was unable to stop what was to come.

The Skrull Invasion went perfectly. Galactic threats had occupied some of the strongest heroes, such as Thor and Captain Marvel, when the Skrulls revealed their presence and brought their warships to descend upon the Earth. Earth's mightiest heroes did their best to try and defend the world... but they weren't enough. Within months, only a few pockets of resistance remained. The Captain ended up being captured around this time, and was immediately pressed into hard labor for a short while. To Steve's knowledge, humanity stopped resisting. And once humanity stopped resisting, the Skrulls desired entertainment.

Heroes and villains alike were pitted against each other. With every match, more heroes and villains would fall. A few clear favorites emerged among those who kept winning their fights for survival. Among the favorites, there was no better fan-pleaser to the Skrulls than The Captain. For two years, he fought the Skrulls' games. Steve was in the midst of what was certainly to be his last match against his fellow Defender Wolverine when he found himself plucked from his reality and time. The reality in which Steve found himself was more of the same... for Mojo had use of a gladiator like himself.

[Tatooine, 5 ATC 9] Once Upon a Time in the Outer Rim: Episode I - Last Skiff to Mos Vaada

The Great Dev Arx

He's running with Goshnak currently as backup, a Trandoshan blaster for hire. Basic Equipment in his possession.

[Approved] Captain Dev Arx, Human... Courier?

Haven't heard anything for a few days. Any questions or concerns holding back another approval?

[Approved] Captain Dev Arx, Human... Courier?

Black Sun seemed like an easy canonical pull, since they are a relatively small and recent gang formed by local gang leaders and criminals. I don't have any plans for them, besides the stray bounty or attempt on Dev's life if he's on Coruscant again. He has no intention of "taking them out," since his business was with one man and he understands their attempts to kill him are "just business."

[Interest Check] Once Upon a Time in the Outer Rim: Episode I

If Dev gets ye old stamp of approval, this is something I would like to bring him along for.

X-Men: The New Era - Issue II: Avalon Rising

Nik

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Nikolai Markov

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Character Summary

Name: Nikolai Markov
Nicknames: Nik, Cole, Nikki
X-Men Code Name: Demo
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Mutations:

• Blast/Fire Absorption: The kind of power that helps you jump on top of a grenade and live. Nik is able to absorb the blast of explosives and energy attacks without taking so much as a scratch. The absorption of an explosion helps to minimize and negate the shrapnel that usually accompanies it, usually resulting in a zero-sum gain from this power. In some incidental experimentation, bullets and any other type of attack are still very much effective.
• Bomb Generation: If Nik chooses to, anything he touches can become a homemade explosive. Anything from a pebble to a football to a door can detonate. The radius and power of the explosive seems to be determined both by the size of the object and by Nik's mood. The detonation time is the only factor entirely determined by Nik's force of will and intellect. Explosives can detonate in reaction to physical touch, based off a timer, or by other factors and parameters laid out by the creator. Creating a bomb does require energy that needs to be gained back through either his natural metabolism or through blast absorption.

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Appearance

Height: 5'10"
Weight: 170 lbs.
Build: Athletic Build
Eyes: Stormy Blue
Hair: Dirty Blonde
Skin Tone: Lightly Tanned
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:Nikolai has gained a couple scars on his back and arms as a result of intense experimentation.
Personal Style:Standing in at 5'10" and weighing around 150 lbs, Nik doesn't immediately stand out in a crowd. He worked hard to make himself noticeable, spending much of his teenage life cleaning up his face to near spot-less perfection and making sure his appearance was "god-like," as he likes to put it. Nik typically wears some combination of jeans and a sleeveless shirt, though in the winter months adds on a beanie and black peacoat. He manages to keep his hair combed back and to the side at most times, spending an inordinate amount of hair product to make sure his hair stays exactly where he wants it. He has stormy blue eyes. His most recent change to his appearance: he decided to dye his hair to a dirty blonde.

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Psychology

Nerdy * Hot-Headed * Authoritative * Stubborn * Protective * Arrogant

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: It's Complicated
Personality: Nikolai has changed a lot since he got to Ashford's. First and foremost: Nikolai has managed to regain his confidence. While not exactly the nicest guy at the school, his heart is usually in the right place. He's incredibly nerdy when it comes to film and TV to a near unapologetic extent. If you get on Nik's bad side, he will be sure to let you know. Despite a rather abrasive personality at times, Nik will almost always be the first one to jump to anyone's defense, and cares a lot more about other people's opinions than he lets on.

Hobbies: Nik's biggest hobby: consuming all things American entertainment. He watches action films religiously, but has expanded his taste to most American classics. If he's not working out in the gym or trying desperately to understand his class-work in the library with Una, you can find him in his room watching films.

Likes:

• Movies
• Parkour
• Fighting
• Recreating Famous Scenes
• Vodka
• Working Out

Dislikes:

• Weakness
• Bugs/Insects
• Being Talked Down To
• Crowds
• Nathan

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History

A second-generation immigrant, Nik was born to Natasha and Mikhail Markov in Seattle, Washington. Mikhail had gotten a job at one of the largest software-hardware manufacturers in the U.S. (and even the world) as a programmer. Mikhail spent many days and nights working overtime to optimize the software for the company as part of a team, so Nik spent most of his time being raised by his mother. Nik's parents were sweet and supportive, and still are to this day. When Nik was 3, his mother gave birth to twins (a brother and a sister) named Misha and Anya.

Nik started in public school up until 6th grade, where he switched schools at the end of the year due to bullying. He changed everything about himself to seem more American and attractive before being placed in a private Christian academy. There, he was more well-accepted due to his pleasing nature, though a few physical altercations had broken out between Nik and other students. Nik was only suspended once, however, as Nik's friends would often help him make the case that he was just defending himself. The opposite would usually be more accurate, as the boy had a nasty temper that would manifest itself through violence.

Regardless, Nik achieved moderate success until he reached high school. Due to the manifestation of his powers, Nik accidentally destroyed part of the school building and was ultimately expelled. Since the explosion couldn't be directly linked through evidence to Nik, he was not arrested or charged. His parents did their research and ultimately agreed that Nik needed special education and care, and was therefore sent to The Ashford Institue for the Gifted.

After arriving at Ashford's, Nikolai has had quite a journey. He made good friends with his roommate, started a study group with someone he cares about and her boyfriend, and fought bullies and tresspassers. It all culminated in a fateful night at a club called "Avalon." He made a move on Una, but she ended up drunk and kidnapped. After what happened outside Nocturne, Nik has been a little distant to Una. He just hasn't been sure how to process what happened, but he'll need to confront Una sooner or later.

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Extras

Character Quote: "Go ahead... make my day."
Recap of your mutations awakening: There was nothing that pissed Nik off more than a rich kid preying on someone who couldn't afford to get his uniform fixed after a tumble. Scuffed shoes and worn knees on the pants of an unassuming freshman while Nik was a sophomore was apparently enough for Kyle Masterson, the son of a wealthy donor, to chastise. Nik held his temper for a few minutes, trying to just get the books from his locker and get to his next class. But the arrogance and classist behavior sent him over the edge. The Russian-American went for the throat of the bully, and the two tussled for a minute before teachers came over and forced the kids off of each other. The two kids were sent to the office. Nik received an immediate 3-day suspension, while Kyle got off scott-free.

Nik was beyond furious at the injustice. So much so that when he returned to school, his only goal was getting even. So he broke into Kyle's locker before school started and lit a bunch of firecrackers in it to ruin his ties and schoolbooks. Kyle put the pieces together and decided to up the ante. Nik doesn't exactly remember what happened, except that Kyle had thrown something at him. Everything after that went black. The next thing Nik remembers was being driven home by his parents who were scolding him. Given Nik's understanding of his powers, it was clear Kyle had attempted to create a small chemical reaction to hurt Nik. But it didn't work. And Nik must have gotten his hands on something that caused a slightly bigger explosion. Nothing big enough to cause pain. Just enough to scare the shit out of Kyle.

DJ

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Daniel James "DJ" Harrison

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Character Summary

Name: Daniel James Harrison
Nicknames: DJ, Danny, Dannyboy
X-Men Code Name: Diskman
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Mutations:
Energy Disk Generation: The ability is a bit complex it how it develops. For the most part, the disks of energy DJ generates from his hands are only about 6 inches in diameter. Their typical purpose is to unleash a concussive blast upon impact, but they have two other functions: protection, and cutting. While the disks are in DJ's hands, he can use them to cut through various materials. Similarly, while DJ holds an energy disk, it acts as a rather impressive energy barrier. DJ can change the diameter of the disks while in his hands, but he is incapable of releasing disks of energy greater than 6 inches from his hands without them fizzling out immediately.

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Appearance

Height: 6'1"
Weight: 150 lbs.
Build: Slim Build
Eyes: Green
Hair: Brown
Skin Tone: Pale
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:DJ has a few tattoos on his body, but most are hidden underneath his clothes.
Personal Style: DJ, for the most part, resorts to wearing flannels, jackets, and jeans. He likes to shake up his wardrobe as much as possible, but always claims whatever he wears as his own. He tends to wear beanies once it gets cold, and almost always can be seen wearing boots with whatever style of jean he's got that day.

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Psychology

Passionate * Rebellious * Creative * Unreliable * Determined * Ambitious

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: DJ doesn't want to be at Ashford's, and is only there because he has no other choice. The son of rich LA socialites, DJ has always had everything handed to him on a silver platter. What he hasn't been fond of, however, is that it was always handed over on his parent's terms. Now, he does everything the way he wants to. There's no real negotiating. If he doesn't want to work on a project, he doesn't do it. That being said, DJ is ruthless when it comes to competing. If he wants a victory, he will do everything he possibly can to earn it. Even if he has to resort to underhanded methods. Above all right now, DJ does not like being a mutant and all the trouble and the stigma that's associated with it.

Hobbies: DJ's almost sole interest in life is making music. He's learned how to record and mix music from the music producers his parents have met over the course of hundreds of social events. He learned guitar, the drums, and even the trumpet from some of the biggest names in music. He's bringing a lot of equipment with him to Ashford's, and his roommate is going to have a hell of a time living in DJ's new recording studio...

Likes:

• Music
• Writing
• Dancing
• Drinking
• Women
• Breaking the Rules

Dislikes:

• Sticklers for Rules
• Nice People
• Being Talked Down To
• Cops
• Mutants (to some extent)

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History

Daniel James Harrison is the only child to wealthy socialites Barbarba and Gene Harrison. Since birth, he has lived the high life in LA. He got everything he wanted: he attended the best school his parents could afford, got all the toys and gaming consoles he could have gotten, and especially got the best tutors and private instructors in whatever sport or hobby he wanted to practice on a whim. The Harrison's kept their pride and joy happy and content as best they could to make up for their busy lives and frequent trips. They thought that this would make up for their lack of parenting. It didn't. It certainly didn't help appease DJ into not getting into fights and breaking every single rule at nearly every school he attended. And yeah, he's been to almost every decent school in California at this point.

As every sad child, DJ wanted an outlet through which he could express his frustrations from a young age. The medium he fell in love with was music, mostly because he couldn't draw for shit. There was something cathartic about banging out his feelings on the drums. So DJ fell into his music, and focused on it as much as he could through middle school and high school. He has mostly kept his music collection to himself, constantly refining his sound. Before his incident, he was working on his first solo album.

Now, he's in a car on his way to Ashford's... this ought to be good.

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Extras

Character Quote: "I don't wanna be here... I'm just trying to make music, man."
Recap of your mutations awakening:

DJ's powers actually awoke at home, while he was in the midst of a private jamming lession. He was getting lost in his music, when he noticed that his hands were glowing. As he slammed down on the drums, two glowing disks of energy cut through the drum set and wrecked it. DJ was excited to tell his parents that he was a mutant. Unfortunately, for him, they saw this as a danger to their reputation and immediately enrolled their son in Ashford's new institute.

The Big Score! (Recruiting for a Heist)

Tentative interest in having Dev take on the role of a caser, assuming acceptance.

[Approved] Captain Dev Arx, Human... Courier?

OoC

How long do you usually write?

Usually a couple paragraphs at the very least. Depends on the story and nature of the RP

Do you enjoy writing collaborative posts for things like conversations, combat, etc.?

I prefer collaboration for conversations.

Is grammar and depth of writing important to you?

It's not a deal breaker, nor is it something I would nitpick to death. The meaning and story are far more important than making sure that I use a proper plural.

Are there any writing subjects you particularly enjoy exploring?

Plenty. Anything from romance to thrilling heists to gritty street dramas.

Is there anything you really dislike and want to avoid like the plague?

Nitpicking.

Is there something you are uncomfortable with happening to your character?

Not that I can think of.

Do you have any short-term or long-term goals with this character?

The end goal of Dev's arc: To become a major player in the criminal underworld.

Couriers Holonet Ad

Name: Dev Arx
Species: Human
Homeworld: Coruscant
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Specialisation: Thievery
Current area of operation: Core - Recently seen in the Outer Rim and Hutt Space

Couriers Holonet Metadata Summary

_{Detailed appearance. Imagery insufficient.}

Dev Arx stands at 5' 9", and lacks any features that distinguish him from a crowd. His beard and hair are trimmed in such a way that Dev is able to fly by with minimal detection. He bears a bronzed skin from genetics that is common among those from the Outer Rim, making his Coruscant heritage surprising. His height, weight, and build are particular average for a human of his age, and Dev often wears browns, whites, and tans to blend in to his environment. He is about as toned as one would expect of someone who spends their days moving crates and walking the streets in search of a new mark or target.

Recent Appearance on Tattooine

_{Report on skills and talents, including level of skill.}

Dev's primary talent is his quick hands. He can pick a cred-stick from rancor's tooth without it noticing, so to speak. He is good at blending and charming his way in a crowd, which has made Dev particularly dangerous in an open setting. His quick hands have been suspected to win him a few hands of cards in his day, and he's been able to lie his way out of most consequences. He trained from a young age in flying shuttles and small transports when he attempted to go straight, but it never stuck. The final major skill Dev uses at his disposal: he was a rather impressive communications specialist due to his comprehension of various languages that he picked up from the streets and bars of Coruscant, but his knowledge of these languages is a bit limited. His skill sets would have made for a fine SIS agent.

_{Report on known combat experience, training and weapons training.}

Dev's brief stint in the Republic Army earned him some basic weapons and combat training. He only saw active combat three times before he received an honorable discharge. That being said, Dev has been known to be a quick and accurate draw with a blaster pistol. He only barely passed basic training with blaster rifles and CQC.

_{Does the Courier have, or have they ever had, a bounty on them? Are they wanted?}

Dev has never had a bounty placed on him directly. He always served as a secret partner of Rex the Ripper on Coruscant, and was brought in on charges to Republic officials by Jedi Padawan Jex Saranth as part of a sting operation following interrogation of Rex the Ripper. He has just finished serving his sentence, and is not wanted for any crimes.

_{Detailed notes on common/favored employers and any noteworthy contacts.}

Dev only ever had one employer that he worked for directly: Rex the Ripper. Rex was one of the crime lords who helped form the Black Sun following the Sacking of Coruscant, and was a close friend and mentor to Dev in his childhood. The two of them were low-tier criminals in their youth, before Dev tried to go straight by enlisting in the Republic Navy and piloting transports and cargo transports between warehouses.

_{Detailed notes on known rivals and enemies.}

Dev Arx doesn't have many enemies. He considers Jex Saranth, the Jedi Knight who had him arrested, a significant rival that he would love to jettison into space at some point in the future. He obviously is no fan of law enforcement, especially CSF officials. On Coruscant, Dev has made a recent enemy of the Black Sun by murdering Rex the Ripper (who helped form the Black Sun following the Sacking of Coruscant).

_{List and description of other known associates.}

Dev has worked with the following:

• A Trandoshan hired gun named Goshnak. Despite some misdemeanors and assault charges following a long list of bar fights, has no notable criminal record. His files appear to have been tampered with.
• A partially damaged Astromech Droid designated TC-91. The droid appears to have modifications made and appears to be barely functional, as if some excess systems have been removed.
• A Mirialan woman named [REDACTED] who serves as a "freelance systems expert," and is believed to be a known slicer.

_{List of known belongings, including but not limited to planetary surface property, civilian and military vessels, vehicles, weapons, tools.}

• A modified Dynamic-Class Freighter
• A WL-29 Blaster Pistol
• Blank Cred Sticks
• Card Holder meant to hide in shirt sleeves
• Marked Pazaak Decks

_{Psychological evaluation of Courier.}

Dev Arx is a pathological liar and charmer. It seems to be a sport to him, much like his stealing and cheating: he does it all for the thrill. On multiple occasions, he attempted to charm CSF officials in an effort to get out of custody. When describing his time in Republic service, he talks about it as if it were a mistake. He revels in his years evading security officers and committing illegal actions. He tries to come across as more simple minded and innocent in order to get others to underestimate him, and it's all part of the act. It should also be noted that Dev often believes himself to be the smartest man in the room, even if he acts as if he's just... average.

_{List and description of known and suspected flaws. To be put into restricted database.}

Dev has an addiction to the thrill. In particular, this manifests in a slight gambling addiction and his continued work in the criminal underworld. He is constantly searching for a bigger and bigger thrill. Dev also has a surprisingly weak constitution, and a love for credits that often gets Dev into sticky situations.

_{known interests of the Courier.}

Dev is known to love cards, lying, carnal desires, and watching swoop races.

_{Major achievements on record.}

Honorable Discharge from the Republic Navy
Started up Rex's gang, refused to give him up after Eoban
Believed to have killed Rex the Ripper. No Conclusive Proof or Confession.

_{Major failures on record. Confidential.}

Got caught cheating at cards, outcast by Jobun
The Eoban Job
Captured and Arrested by Jedi Knight Jex Saranth

Interview

_{Personal biography, as detailed by the subject for future record. Acquired shortly after last achievement of note.}

Note on Record: There are about twenty-three different personal biographies delivered by Dev that can be easily found. All of them vary significantly.

Fine, you want my life story? You got it. I was born to two losers: a moisture farmer from Tatooine who used up his life savings getting to the Capital of the Republic. Didn't work out so well. He fell in love with someone he met in a club, and got her pregnant. Turned out that the guy he did the ol' horizontal tango with? Mistress of a crime lord. She was tossed on her ass, he ended up in a damn storage container. So here I am thrust into this world, born in the back of some no-name bar on the lower levels.

She must have been a looker. Don't remember much, except she had quite a few gentlemen callers. We got by for a while, until one day. One of those poor saps didn't bring any credits with him. My mother was a feisty woman, tried to pull a vibrodagger on him. But he was stronger, and she ended up with her throat slit. Guy walked out of the room, tossed it aside, and looked me dead in the eyes. Blood on his hands and everything, and he just says... nothing. Walks out like nothing happened, even combed his fucking hair on the way out. Took me a while to understand what happened... I was maybe eight at the time. Thought she was just sleeping, but she just wouldn't come out. So I walk in there, and she's got her throat open and the blood is dry by that point. It's a lot for a kid, so I just walked. Found an officer of the law, and everything was a blur. Looking back though, I know exactly what happened: no one cared. Happens everywhere, why would someone care about some dead whore when there are thousands dying every day?

Well, I end up walking again, and some kid pulls me aside. Says his name's Rex, asks if I've got any credits. I say no, and he punches me in the fraggin' face! Asks again, and I say no. Another punch, and I'm bleeding out my nose. This time, he doesn't ask for credits. He asks where I live. So I tell him, and he pushes me away and says to take him there. I do, and he sees the place is empty. Starts searching everywhere, and doesn't find a thing. This kid finally asks where my family are, so I told him the truth: no dad, dead mum. The kid, he's about... twelve, I guess, just pats me on the shoulder and says to me, "Well, if you ain't got family, I'll be your family." I... I just didn't have anywhere else to go. So we became family, me and Rex.

You see, Rex was an orphan from birth. Dad left like me, his mom died a little before mine did. Death sticks, nasty crap. He took to the streets, and just started beating up other kids and stealing any credits or shit they had. What he wasn't was subtle. Me, I was a handsome kid. Rex realized that if I asked kindly for credits or food or anything, I could pull in some shit. Rex tried that, but he was one ugly piece of work. So I start begging, Rex keeps beating kids up, and we pull through for a bit.

One day, I'm out begging, and there's this Ithorian watching us. I'm a little freaked that there's some leatherneck watching my every move as I'm asking for credits, and Rex doesn't like it either. So we try to go a different way, and he just starts following us. We make our way out into a more open space, plenty of people around, and we decide "Hey, what's he gonna do in public, right?" So he comes up to us, and I can't understand a damn thing this guy is bellowing. But some droid shambles up behind him and starts speaking the Basic language. Apparently, ol' leatherneck wants to give us a place to stay. Calls himself Jobun. Rex and I, we accept in a heart beat since we're living off scraps.

Short of the story is simple: we got ourselves involved in a fraggin' gang. Jobun, he's a mean piece of work, but a genius when it came to shipping schedules. You see, he was peddlin' spice. Well, he didn't. I did, Rex did. Nobody would expect some nine year old to be carrying around enough spice to space out a whole fucking fire team of commandos. So Jobun has a bunch of us kids running spice for him to different sellers and safe houses, and we get food and a bed to sleep in. Jobun brought in a lot of people of different types. Learned a lot of languages just from living with a crew of Rodians and Duros and such.

After a while, Jobun's people start teaching me a thing or two. They never gave names, and we kept moving around between different places in case one of us kids ever got caught. But these people started teaching me the tricks: first it was how to blend in, then it was picking a pocket. Turns out I had a gift, but Rex was about as nimble as a bantha behind a bar. So I start refining the craft, getting better and better. And I'm good. Rex... he was good at different things. He was a big kid, and by the time he was sixteen he was big enough and strong enough to become full time muscle. Didn't see him much for a while after that.

Me... well, I was getting too old to transfer spice. Got stopped a few times by security, but never searched. So what does Jobun have me do? He teaches me how to play Pazaak. Well, he taught me how to cheat at Pazaak. Gave me a damn good deck, showed me how to hide cards in my sleeves... all the tricks and trades. So I was fifteen, and started playing it on the street. Low stakes, but won every time. Stole from a bunch of younger folk and low-lives. Jobun always sent someone with me, cause I was playing addicts half the time. They'd freak when they lost their credits and realized they couldn't afford a fix. Watched a lot of people die that way.

Eventually, I took my game into bars. Won more money, people just thought it was a damn good deck and skill. Then it got really intense. Someone leaked my name to some big time gambler with a lot of credits, and he challenged me. Eoban Jackard. Became a bigger deal later. Long story short, he could tell I was cheating. So that con was gone, and I lost credibility for a bit as a cheater. Jobun... he blamed me for being sloppy. If I couldn't earn him credits, I was useless to him.

So I was eighteen, and no one wanted to hire me. No one but the Navy. I enlisted, thought I could be a hero. Of course, wasn't meant to be much of a hero. Force, fate... whatever it is wouldn't let me amount to much. I barely based basic training, and I'm not much of a soldier. Saw combat once as a crewman, we took some casualties. Needed some people to step up, and I got a battlefield promotion to specialist. My knowledge of language and their need for someone to take over for one of my fallen comrades got me the job. It was temporary, but I took to it pretty well. Saw combat twice... and you know what they say: third time's the charm. Got blown half to Hell, ended up pretty shook up. Turns out I'm not a huge fan of getting blasted and blown up. Took my down time to run a couple sims and train a little in flying, but didn't get to do a lot with it.

My CO was kind enough to give me an honorable discharge. I got enough credits to float me an apartment back on Coruscant. Moved back home, and picked up some work running shipments. Good old freelance work. Did that for... two years, just about? Until Rex showed up again.

You see, Jobun got caught. Rex was getting a crew back together. Rex... he wanted to pull bigger jobs than Jobun did. We pulled robberies, hostage situations... the like. Anything we could manage. We were doing alright for ourselves. Not making too big of waves, but making more money. Had to quite my job, and often ended up being the bait for Rex's little grifts.

At least, the first few were just grifts. Then it all got... messy. Rex started killing on the jobs. He'd always claim self-defense... but I knew it wasn't. I kept working with him though. Rex offered me a chance to get even with Eoban, and I couldn't pass that up. We planned it all out almost perfect. I had grown up quite a bit, changed my look a bit. It was easy: I'd go to his place for a challenge of pazaak. Keep him stalled, while Rex and the gang would break in to the place and take all the credits they could off him. Honestly, it worked...

Well, it worked out for Rex. Until he showed up at the table and pointed his blaster at Eoban. I tackled him before he could pull the trigger. Rex was the bigger one, knocked me over the head, and I was unconscious. Next thing I woke up, Eoban and some CSF were waiting for me. Brought me in for questioning, but I wasn't going to budge. I couldn't bring myself to turn on my brother. Eoban refused to press charges cause he saw that I tried to defend him. Got out with a misdemeanor on my record.

Turns out, though, Rex really wasn't a brother to me. Because two weeks later, he got busted by the CSF for an older murder. Left some jobs for me to run in the meantime. Specifically, I had to handle helping run a spice deal. Didn't turn out so well, cause some Jedi showed up and made a mess of things. Next thing I knew, I was in custody for contraband. Six year sentence, mere days before the Sacking.

Jex was kind enough to tell me who busted me. See, Rex was able to break out of custody during the Sacking and managed to help start up some sort of major gang calling themselves the Black Sun. I serve my time quietly, but once I'm out and back on the streets, Rex has the choobie's to reach out to me. Says he has an idea, and some gifts.

Now, I'm not at liberty to say what happened next. But let's just say Rex the Ripper... he's out of the picture. And I've gone legit, I promise. Rex had left me a freighter, and what better use for a freighter than running shipments for law abiding citizens and the Republic, right? Trust me... you want someone like me getting your shipment from port A to port B.

Absolute Comics - Season Two: The Monster Within

_{En Route to New York City - Present Day}

Issue 1.02.3: Sabotage

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_{Interaction(s): Arsenal and Captain America}

Previously: Issue 1.02.2: Fight for Your Right

Within minutes, the UN Headquarters had been converted into a makeshift fortress. Two more quinjets had arrived with more troops and supplies before they proceeded to sweep through the city. Steve waited in the new command tent, looking over the makeshift terminals that the SHIELD techs had established. After another minute or so, the good news finally came as one of the techs raised his hand. "It looks like I've got... something, sir. Encrypted signals coming from Four Freedoms Plaza. High concentration of patrolling individuals, and others seem to be huddled up on one of the top floors... risk assessment suggests a hostage situation."

Captain Steven Rogers nodded his head, walking over to half step out of the tent to whistle out and point to Tony and Roy. The two quickly approached, and gathered around a holographic display of Four Freedoms Plaza. Cap pointed towards various red blips throughout the complex, as well as a strong concentration of green dots in the 3D map. "We may have found where the signals are coming from. At the very least, we have a potential hostage situation. If the hostiles are connected with the MSF, we can expect them to be well-armed and willing to pull the trigger on those hostages at the first sign of trouble."

Roy and Tony both nodded along, and Steve turned his gaze towards the former. "It's going to be you and me, Harper. We're going to do a drop on a quinjet fly-by. Suit up, we're going wheels up in 60."

Tony raises his eyebrows, his gaze quickly flicking between Cap and the newbie. "Captain, I should be raiding the Plaza with you." His voice was stoic as always, but the twitching of Tony's eyebrow revealed a simmering anger underneath.

Steve didn't even bothering to look at Tony as he began walking out of the tent, calling out over his shoulder. "I need you helping with search and rescue. End of discussion."

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About 2 minutes later, Cap and Arsenal were standing at the back of a quinjet, the loading ramp lowered. Cap was looking at a small screen built into the inner wrist-guard of his new suit as he counted down. "Three... two... one... go!" The two men let go of the straps from the ceiling and took a running jump, plummeting down towards the roof of Four Freedoms Plaza. Roy had his bow in his left hand, and quickly pulled out an arrow and fired it towards the roof. It impacted only about two seconds before the two came hurdling towards the same spot, but had managed to eject a bed of foam. On impact, the two individuals felt their bodies almost entirely immobilized. Almost entirely. Steve had managed to keep his arms up in the air and out of the foam, pressing a single button on his wrist-guard. The foam suddenly began to dissipate as the initial arrow began to spread a solvent, and the two men were able to free themselves from what was left of the foam with relative ease.

Roy wiped off his uniform and reached into his breast pocket, pulling out a set of red-tinted sunglasses as he tapped the side of it. The edge of the lenses began lighting up as a HUD interface appeared in Roy's vision. While it calibrated, Roy cracked his knuckles and turned his gaze towards Captain America. "What's the plan, Cap?"

Steve walked towards the rooftop maintenance hatch, reloading his sidearm. "Simple enough. We clear floor by floor, secure the hostages, then push to the console. You hack their mainframe, and I will watch your back."

Roy stopped dead in his tracks, his head tilting slightly. "Hold on... one, I'm an engineer and don't have the experience to hack tech of this level. And two... did you seriously just say 'hack the mainframe?' I get you're like 80, but Jesus."

Steve sighed. "Son... Back in my day we punched nazis and flew airplanes with propellers on the front. I assumed you knew how to hack into their... system."

Roy rolled his eyes as he approached the hatch, cracking his knuckles. "Well, I don't. What now?"

Steve sighed, grabbing the handle for the hatch and hoisting it open with a single pull strong enough to break the padlock and deadbolt on the inside. He gave a nod towards the open hatch. "Our first priority are those hostages. We'll figure the rest out afterwards." Without another word on the matter, the veteran jumped feet-first into the hatch.