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Age of Marvels - A Marvel Comics Roleplay [CLOSED]

As a poll:

Would you rather the first mini-event involve an enemy to battle, or be a non-physical emergency that requires creative thinking?

@Retired

A physical emergency I think is a good starting event.

Avengers: Unlimited

I am Iron Man

Name: Anthony Edward Stark
Alias: Iron Man
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Appearance:

The Man

The Machine

Personality: Tony Stark is brazen, egotistical, and slightly condescending. He has a hard time expressing seriousness even in the face of grave danger or cataclysmic odds, instead hiding behind a facade of sarcastic remarks and intellectual superiority. Tony prefers to outsmart, outbuild, and outplay whoever he is opposed to, trying to reserve resources unless absolutely necessary. He feels a tremendous guilt for the devastation caused by Stark Industries, specifically the countless weapons and designs that were stolen and sold illegally by Obadiah Stane. He feels a personal responsibility for each life lost at the hands of the weapons he designed.
Powers:

Iron Man Mk 42 Modular Armor Combat System

Superhuman Strength: The Iron Man suit is capable of lifting upwards of 50-100 tons. Higher levels of strength are possible with the right suit configuration, and with significant energy depletion.
Flight: Max flight speed possible with significant exertion is Mach 1. Higher flight speeds are possible with external boosters, or lighter suit configurations.
Energy Conversion: All Iron Man suits have built in solar panels, conduction generators, and capacitor banks to absorb solar, thermal, and electrical energy. This helps keep the suit from depleting energy during routine operation.
Enhanced Durability/Shielding: All Iron Man suits are, by definition, suits of armor. They protect the wearer from significant physical harm. Heavier suits provide more built in protection and durability, while lighter suit configurations provide less defense.
Repulsors: The standard weapon used by all Iron Man suits. Repulsor technology allows for flight, evasive maneuvers, and for the firing of "repulsor rays" to incapacitate enemies. This technology is a Stark original.
Unibeam: The repulsor to end all repulsors. The Iron Man unibeam is a high risk, high reward weapon system attached to the chest of all Iron Man armors. It unleashes a singular, large beam of energy that is incredibly powerful. Unleashing anything more than a standard repulsor ray from the chest depletes significant energy from the suit.
Precision Lasers: More of a tool than a weapon, precision lasers mounted in the wrist of most Iron Man suits allow for precision cutting.
Stark Industries micro-Smart Missiles: A Stark exclusive weapon, micro-Smart missiles have micro-navigational systems built in and connected remotely to the Iron Man suit to allow for precision targeting. These missiles can pack anything from concussive rounds for non-lethal takedowns to high-grade explosives for remote demolition.
Sensor Arrays: A useful took in granting telescopic, microscopic, thermal, or x-ray visual imaging for quick study and analysis on the scene. On-board microphones, military grade radios and cellular systems also allow for long-range audio scanning and audio enhancement... while also keeping Iron Man connected to the group call.
FRIDAY: The on-board AI program designed to aid in maintaining the equipment and interface with the Iron Man suit in ways Tony can't.

Skills:

Weapons Engineer: Tony's primary skill lies in his ability to craft advanced weaponry. While this is often used to focus on the development of new Iron Man armors, Stark is more than capable of designing or deconstructing high and low tech weapons. He has been known to make do with nothing more than a box of scraps.

Adaptive Intellect: Tony Stark is, undeniably, a genius. He speaks nine languages, is a chess grand master, and a brilliant multitasker. If Tony Stark does not know how to do something already, he's a quick study. And for the things he doesn't know, an incredibly advanced AI that is always on hand can fill in the gaps.

History: Tony Stark has the same history everyone is familiar with. Spoiled rich kid inherits the family business, Stark Industries, once he's an adult and breezes his way through an engineering degree at MIT. At the ripe age of 22, Tony is invited out to a number of events and meetings in the middle east with high ranking U.S. military officers. His convoy is ambushed between meetings, and Stark ends up in a cave with Ho Yinsen and dozens of men connected to the Ten Rings organization. Stark is held captive to make new weapons and as ransom, but spends this time in captivity building himself a suit of armor to aid in his escape. Ho Yinsen dies in the escape, and Tony Stark is brought back to U.S. soil with a new lease on life and a new purpose. He could build a suit of armor and become a hero in a cave with a box of scraps. With his company's resources... the sky was the limit.

To keep in line with early comics and to depart from the MCU, Tony does not publicly announce his identity. The Iron Man primarily focuses on recapturing or destroying weaponry made by Stark Industries. After a year or two, it becomes clear the connecting link is Stark Industries. Tony Stark disavows and claims ignorance of the Iron Man. This buys him a few years time, until Tony discovers that his own right hand man Obadiah Stane has been selling Stark weapons illegally for years. This forces Tony to take down Stane, who has his own Iron Monger armored suit. In the aftermath, Tony Stark admits that the Iron Man is a prototype combat armor developed by Stark Industries. Stark is forced into a deal with the U.S. government to avoid litigation and arrest, in which Stark develops the War Machine suit for Col. James Rhodes. Stark Industries is also forced back into the weapons market, with the biggest buyer being SHIELD.

In more recent years, Iron Man has been chasing leads regarding stolen or missing weapon shipments for SHIELD. Stark didn't realize until Hydra was revealed that he had been almost directly funding HYDRA's war plans and operations. Iron Man joined the Avengers at this time to stop HYDRA once and for all. Tony Stark played a major role in helping clean up the mess HYDRA left behind, and hardly slept for months after the fact. He kept modifying his suits, tinkering like crazy, until he settled on the current Mk 42 design. Once word was beginning to circulate in the hero world about the Unlimited project, Tony Stark reached out to Steve Rogers. After a sit down, Stark pledged significant funds and resources from his company to get the Unlimited Project off the ground. At the press conference to announce the partnership, Tony Stark announced that he was going to be investing personally in the Unlimited Project; after all, he was the Iron Man.

Tony is now publicly known to be the Iron Man, dedicated to the Unlimited Project to make sure what happened with Hydra will never happen again.

Sample Story lines:

Armor Wars: With Stark Industries tech having been used by HYDRA forces, a lot of that technology is still in the wind. There are plenty of mad scientists, villains, or CEO engineers who could have gotten their hands on old Arc Reactors or Iron Man suits to reverse engineer. And Tony is dedicated to shutting all these bootleg operations down.

An Exremis Reaction: Stark has had to consolidate Stark Industries after some massive financial blows following the public revelation that HYDRA weapons were based largely on Stark tech. With FuturePharm closed down, former employees stole proprietary and highly volatile nanite technology and sold some samples to the wrong kind of people.

Extra/Notes:

Just as a note, the Mk 42 Modular Armor Combat System is meant to be a variable catch-all to allow Iron Man to function effectively in any mission environment. Tony can use aquatic, space, stealth, or X-buster configurations as needed to fill whatever role is required as an Avenger.

Avengers: Unlimited

Still working on an Iron Man sheet. Might be able to get it out tonight, just have to wrap up the history section.

Age of Marvels - A Marvel Comics Roleplay [CLOSED]

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

H A W K E Y E

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

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^{"I got a killshot with a single arrow on an armored space whale from five city blocks away. You think the god of thunder could do that?"}

The basic premise of this iteration of Clint Barton taking on the Ronin identity is to focus on the archer becoming more than just a goofy Avengers mascot. This version of Clint Barton served in the FBI briefly, working as a special agent to bring down the Circus of Crime. His undercover work was interrupted by the Chitauri invasion, and Hawkeye was part of the strike team that took down the Mother ship. He became a symbol within the Avengers, and did a lot of PR work for the superhero team. But as anti-mutant sentiment rose, and Clint nearly died in the fight against Gravitron, Hawkeye formally retired. He put away the bow, took a serious cash payout, and retired to Brooklyn.

Of course, that's not where Clint's story ends. Crime is rising in New York and the surrounding area, and a death in the Maggia has smaller gangs crawling out from hiding. When ninja bikers and carney assassins come knocking, Clint has to answer the call.

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

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Allies

• Lucky the Pizza Dog - The best damn Golden Retriever in NYC, if not the world.
• Bobbi Morse (Agent 19) - Shield Agent, total badass, and Clint Barton's emergency contact.
• Barney Barton - Former circus carney and criminal, currently on parole and working various odd jobs.

Enemies

• The Claws - A small time biker gang operating around Brooklyn, led by a man called "Bobcat".
• The Clown - A vicious mercenary, contracted to take out enemies of the Maggia. Seems to have a personal interest in the Bartons.
• Crossfire - A mercenary working with the Maggia, but with connections to Cross Technologies
• Dillon Zarro - Right hand man of the Claws with a rap sheet longer than a CVS receipt.
• The Death Throws - The remnants of the Circus of Crime have fallen into an uneasy peace with the Maggia, but operate around Coney Island. They are now led by Jacques DuQuesne.
• Jacques DuQuesne (Swordsman) - Former mentor to Barney and Clint Barton, and long time member of the Circus of Crime. Has always managed to just narrowly avoid getting implicated in any former crimes of the Circus.
• Maynard Tidbolt (Ringmaster) - The imprisoned leader of the Circus of Crime. Known to be a mutant capable of hypnotizing others if they look into his eyes.

S A M P L E P O S T:

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You try to do the right thing...

"Hey, Stop!" A man with messy blonde hair sprinted full speed down the street, expertly dodging between pedestrians. His eyes locked on his target, an older man nonchalantly blended into the crowd maybe 50 yards ahead. Clint Barton grit his teeth as he continued powering forward, reaching a hand into his winter pea coat pocket. His fingers dug and searched through pocket lint, a used napkin, a theater ticket stub, and a few loose coins. Settling on one of the coins, Barton pulled out a quarter and raised it up towards his ear. His eyes quickly scanned the crowd ahead, as years of training helped Clint to plot out their paths and trajectories. Within but a moment, the former Avenger smiled. He had his trajectory. All he needed was one good shot. And Hawkeye never missed.

Clint snapped his fingers as he flicked his wrist, launching the coin forward in a slight horizontal arc. The coin seemed to seamlessly weave through the gaps between people as they walked. And with expert precision, the coin bounced off the back of the old man's head. The man shook his head and turned around, rubbing the back of his skull and scanning the nearby surroundings. Clint, now only 15 yards away, waved his arms wildly towards the man. The man made eye contact, before noticing the old leather wallet firmly in Clint Barton's left palm. The old man quickly began pushing through the crowd to get towards Clint. Before the former Avenger could even open his mouth, the old man began shrieking and cursing in Romanian. The man snatched back his wallet, and quickly scurried away while yelling things that Clint could recall Natasha yelling at him once.

Clint sighed as he pulled up the edges of his coat to help shield his face from the chill breeze. He slipped into the local bodega, stocked up on some milk and bread, and slipped out the back to get back to his apartment. It was an unassuming building, the brick exterior blending into the various houses and apartment buildings nearby. Most of the building was vacant at this point, with no one left living in the apartment except those who owned their units outright. This was to Clint's liking, as the closest apartment was owned by an old woman who couldn't hear Clint staying up late watching Netflix and tinkering in his spare bedroom/workshop. Clint wasn't surprised to see a few men in leather jackets loitering outside the front of the building, large images of Bobcat heads embroidered on the back with the word "Claws" stitched above it. Another local gang of sorts, from what Clint could tell from the paper. A gang of bikers who have been loitering around Southwest Brooklyn, stirring up trouble in Coney Island and the surrounding area. Clint just ducked his head down, avoiding eye contact. He was retired. The last thing he needed to do was pick a fight. He reached the front door to his building, pulled out his keys, and unlocked his door to try and slip into the lobby. If he wasn't so paranoid, he wouldn't have noticed the bikers quickly following him in the reflection of the neighboring reflective window.

Barton barely had time to react before he felt a fist collide with the back right side of his head. He felt the crunch of the hearing aid looped on his ear snapping, and his blood pulsing around where he was struck. He stumbled in through the now open door, spinning around to face his attackers. Only four guys, none packing any serious heat besides some knives... this wouldn't be so bad. Clint kept his eyes forward as he reached into his pocket, grabbing onto another one of his quarters. One of the bikers reached for a knife on his belt, slowly removing it from its sheathe. Clint gave a small smile as he quickly pulled his hand from his pocket, flicking the quarter with speed directly into the closest biker's eye. The impact was strong enough to leave the target stunned for a moment. The two unarmed bikers swooped in to grapple with Clint, and Barton quickly bullrushed one of them in response. He had wrestled with strong men before. Clint ducked his shoulder underneath the grip of the biker he charged, planting his shoulder right into the man's waist. As soon as he made contact, Barton stood up and used his free hand to help topple the biker face up onto the ground. With a painful thud, the biker groaned.

Clint couldn't react fast enough and was tackled onto his back by the other unarmed biker. The biker got two solid punches in on Clint before the latter could raise his arms in defense. Blow after blow impacted into the archer's forearms, the biker straddling him to keep him down. Clint waited for a moment of pause in the onslaught to reach up for the collar of the biker's shirt. He pulled the man's face down towards him, and drove his forehead into the man's nose. This was enough to give Barton an opening to push the disoriented biker off. He reassessed the situation, and groaned as he saw the biker with a knife rushing towards him. Clint's eyes locked on to the gallon of milk he had dropped lying on the ground next to him, and quickly lifted it to intercept the knife being plunged down towards him. The knife plunged halfway into the plastic jug, and Clint quickly pulled it towards his right while kicking towards his opponent's knee. He felt his foot collide with something hard, and then push a bit too far as the combatant's leg began bending the wrong direction. This was good. One down.

Clint lifted his feet into the air and kipped up, holding the now-leaky jug of milk up as a weapon towards the other three bikers. One was still busy blinking away the pain in their eye, while the other two seemed winded. As everyone took a moment to pause, Clint felt blood trickle down his upper lip. Broken nose, again. He needed to end this fast. He turned his gaze towards the one with an injured eye. Clint reached for the knife impaled into the plastic of his jug and flicked it with grace at his left shoulder. The blade struck true, and yet another biker was down for the count. The last two bikers finally pushed forward, catching Clint before he could react. They slammed him back against the back wall of the lobby, old wallpaper flakes falling harshly to the ground beneath him. Clint used the jug of milk to punch up into the gut of the one on his left, but was met with the one on his right elbowing him in the jaw. Clint fell to the ground with the man on his left, and felt a boot kick into his kidneys. The biker kept kicking into his side, and Clint’s eyes began watering. His head was growing heavy as he looked down at the blood from his mouth and nose dripping down to the ground beneath him, intermingling with the milk pouring out of the jug next to him.

Clint quickly dropped down from his hands and knees position prone as the biker went for another strong kick. As the boot found nothing but air, the biker’s other foot began to slide forward on the pooling milk. Clint eyed the other biker coming near to finish what his friends had started, and reached into his coat pocket for more quarters. The former Avenger quickly launched a quarter up into the screaming maw of his adversary, causing the man to begin gagging and choking suddenly. With a quick kick, the man was on the ground. All of the bikers were groaning and wounded, rolling slightly on the ground. Clint slowly slid his way back to standing on the wall, breathing heavily and head swimming. He quickly fished his phone out of his pocket, dialed in a few numbers, and put the phone to his ear after a moment. ”Hi… I’d like to report a crime… yes, I’ll hold.”

P O S T C A T A L O G:

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This section is not necessary, but a procedural listing of your linked posts will make it much easier and more convenient for all involved.

Age of Marvels - A Marvel Comics Roleplay [CLOSED]

Still shaking the dust off, but got this CS done.

Avian Organ

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

H A W K E Y E

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^{_{C L I N T B A R T O N ♦ R E T I R E D ♦ B R O O K L Y N ♦ E X - A V E N G E R}}

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

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^{"I got a killshot with a single arrow on an armored space whale from five city blocks away. You think the god of thunder could do that?"}

The basic premise of this iteration of Clint Barton taking on the Ronin identity is to focus on the archer becoming more than just a goofy Avengers mascot. This version of Clint Barton served in the FBI briefly, working as a special agent to bring down the Circus of Crime. His undercover work was interrupted by the Chitauri invasion, and Hawkeye was part of the strike team that took down the Mother ship. He became a symbol within the Avengers, and did a lot of PR work for the superhero team. But as anti-mutant sentiment rose, and Clint nearly died in the fight against Gravitron, Hawkeye formally retired. He put away the bow, took a serious cash payout, and retired to Brooklyn.

Of course, that's not where Clint's story ends. Crime is rising in New York and the surrounding area, and a death in the Maggia has smaller gangs crawling out from hiding. When ninja bikers and carney assassins come knocking, Clint has to answer the call.

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

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Allies

• Lucky the Pizza Dog - The best damn Golden Retriever in NYC, if not the world.
• Bobbi Morse (Agent 19) - Shield Agent, total badass, and Clint Barton's emergency contact.
• Barney Barton - Former circus carney and criminal, currently on parole and working various odd jobs.

Enemies

• The Claws - A small time biker gang operating around Brooklyn, led by a man called "Bobcat".
• The Clown - A vicious mercenary, contracted to take out enemies of the Maggia. Seems to have a personal interest in the Bartons.
• Crossfire - A mercenary working with the Maggia, but with connections to Cross Technologies
• Dillon Zarro - Right hand man of the Claws with a rap sheet longer than a CVS receipt.
• The Death Throws - The remnants of the Circus of Crime have fallen into an uneasy peace with the Maggia, but operate around Coney Island. They are now led by Jacques DuQuesne.
• Jacques DuQuesne (Swordsman) - Former mentor to Barney and Clint Barton, and long time member of the Circus of Crime. Has always managed to just narrowly avoid getting implicated in any former crimes of the Circus.
• Maynard Tidbolt (Ringmaster) - The imprisoned leader of the Circus of Crime. Known to be a mutant capable of hypnotizing others if they look into his eyes.

S A M P L E P O S T:

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You try to do the right thing...

"Hey, Stop!" A man with messy blonde hair sprinted full speed down the street, expertly dodging between pedestrians. His eyes locked on his target, an older man nonchalantly blended into the crowd maybe 50 yards ahead. Clint Barton grit his teeth as he continued powering forward, reaching a hand into his winter pea coat pocket. His fingers dug and searched through pocket lint, a used napkin, a theater ticket stub, and a few loose coins. Settling on one of the coins, Barton pulled out a quarter and raised it up towards his ear. His eyes quickly scanned the crowd ahead, as years of training helped Clint to plot out their paths and trajectories. Within but a moment, the former Avenger smiled. He had his trajectory. All he needed was one good shot. And Hawkeye never missed.

Clint snapped his fingers as he flicked his wrist, launching the coin forward in a slight horizontal arc. The coin seemed to seamlessly weave through the gaps between people as they walked. And with expert precision, the coin bounced off the back of the old man's head. The man shook his head and turned around, rubbing the back of his skull and scanning the nearby surroundings. Clint, now only 15 yards away, waved his arms wildly towards the man. The man made eye contact, before noticing the old leather wallet firmly in Clint Barton's left palm. The old man quickly began pushing through the crowd to get towards Clint. Before the former Avenger could even open his mouth, the old man began shrieking and cursing in Romanian. The man snatched back his wallet, and quickly scurried away while yelling things that Clint could recall Natasha yelling at him once.

Clint sighed as he pulled up the edges of his coat to help shield his face from the chill breeze. He slipped into the local bodega, stocked up on some milk and bread, and slipped out the back to get back to his apartment. It was an unassuming building, the brick exterior blending into the various houses and apartment buildings nearby. Most of the building was vacant at this point, with no one left living in the apartment except those who owned their units outright. This was to Clint's liking, as the closest apartment was owned by an old woman who couldn't hear Clint staying up late watching Netflix and tinkering in his spare bedroom/workshop. Clint wasn't surprised to see a few men in leather jackets loitering outside the front of the building, large images of Bobcat heads embroidered on the back with the word "Claws" stitched above it. Another local gang of sorts, from what Clint could tell from the paper. A gang of bikers who have been loitering around Southwest Brooklyn, stirring up trouble in Coney Island and the surrounding area. Clint just ducked his head down, avoiding eye contact. He was retired. The last thing he needed to do was pick a fight. He reached the front door to his building, pulled out his keys, and unlocked his door to try and slip into the lobby. If he wasn't so paranoid, he wouldn't have noticed the bikers quickly following him in the reflection of the neighboring reflective window.

Barton barely had time to react before he felt a fist collide with the back right side of his head. He felt the crunch of the hearing aid looped on his ear snapping, and his blood pulsing around where he was struck. He stumbled in through the now open door, spinning around to face his attackers. Only four guys, none packing any serious heat besides some knives... this wouldn't be so bad. Clint kept his eyes forward as he reached into his pocket, grabbing onto another one of his quarters. One of the bikers reached for a knife on his belt, slowly removing it from its sheathe. Clint gave a small smile as he quickly pulled his hand from his pocket, flicking the quarter with speed directly into the closest biker's eye. The impact was strong enough to leave the target stunned for a moment. The two unarmed bikers swooped in to grapple with Clint, and Barton quickly bullrushed one of them in response. He had wrestled with strong men before. Clint ducked his shoulder underneath the grip of the biker he charged, planting his shoulder right into the man's waist. As soon as he made contact, Barton stood up and used his free hand to help topple the biker face up onto the ground. With a painful thud, the biker groaned.

Clint couldn't react fast enough and was tackled onto his back by the other unarmed biker. The biker got two solid punches in on Clint before the latter could raise his arms in defense. Blow after blow impacted into the archer's forearms, the biker straddling him to keep him down. Clint waited for a moment of pause in the onslaught to reach up for the collar of the biker's shirt. He pulled the man's face down towards him, and drove his forehead into the man's nose. This was enough to give Barton an opening to push the disoriented biker off. He reassessed the situation, and groaned as he saw the biker with a knife rushing towards him. Clint's eyes locked on to the gallon of milk he had dropped lying on the ground next to him, and quickly lifted it to intercept the knife being plunged down towards him. The knife plunged halfway into the plastic jug, and Clint quickly pulled it towards his right while kicking towards his opponent's knee. He felt his foot collide with something hard, and then push a bit too far as the combatant's leg began bending the wrong direction. This was good. One down.

Clint lifted his feet into the air and kipped up, holding the now-leaky jug of milk up as a weapon towards the other three bikers. One was still busy blinking away the pain in their eye, while the other two seemed winded. As everyone took a moment to pause, Clint felt blood trickle down his upper lip. Broken nose, again. He needed to end this fast. He turned his gaze towards the one with an injured eye. Clint reached for the knife impaled into the plastic of his jug and flicked it with grace at his left shoulder. The blade struck true, and yet another biker was down for the count. The last two bikers finally pushed forward, catching Clint before he could react. They slammed him back against the back wall of the lobby, old wallpaper flakes falling harshly to the ground beneath him. Clint used the jug of milk to punch up into the gut of the one on his left, but was met with the one on his right elbowing him in the jaw. Clint fell to the ground with the man on his left, and felt a boot kick into his kidneys. The biker kept kicking into his side, and Clint’s eyes began watering. His head was growing heavy as he looked down at the blood from his mouth and nose dripping down to the ground beneath him, intermingling with the milk pouring out of the jug next to him.

Clint quickly dropped down from his hands and knees position prone as the biker went for another strong kick. As the boot found nothing but air, the biker’s other foot began to slide forward on the pooling milk. Clint eyed the other biker coming near to finish what his friends had started, and reached into his coat pocket for more quarters. The former Avenger quickly launched a quarter up into the screaming maw of his adversary, causing the man to begin gagging and choking suddenly. With a quick kick, the man was on the ground. All of the bikers were groaning and wounded, rolling slightly on the ground. Clint slowly slid his way back to standing on the wall, breathing heavily and head swimming. He quickly fished his phone out of his pocket, dialed in a few numbers, and put the phone to his ear after a moment. ”Hi… I’d like to report a crime… yes, I’ll hold.”

P O S T C A T A L O G:

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This section is not necessary, but a procedural listing of your linked posts will make it much easier and more convenient for all involved.

Age of Marvels - A Marvel Comics Roleplay [CLOSED]

<Snipped quote by AndyC>

Anyone intending to explore the cosmos will have said information and the freedom to do with it as they wish.

@Retired

Hawkeye: Cosmic Avenger incoming.

Age of Marvels - A Marvel Comics Roleplay

Well well we'll, guess it's time to brush this off:

Wrapped in a Bow

Avengers: Unlimited

@webboysurf
Great, let me know when you have a character in mind.

@Martian

Sure thing. The character I probably have the most interest in at the moment (and most fleshed out conceptually) is Iron Man.

Though, I've also got either a Hawkeye or Mockingbird concept cooking at the side as well.

Avengers: Unlimited

Interested. Still deciding which characters I'd be interested in writing this time around.

Gotham City: The Gordian Spring

Always down for some crime time action.