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Camp Athens - Closed

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Camp Athens - Closed

Nate Banes

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Nathaniel "Nate" Banes

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. A B I L I T I E S Luck Manipulation - Nate has always had a penchant for luck, be it calling a coin toss or getting the cards he needs in a game of chance. A bus or train always seems to wait just long enough for him to catch it. He does seem to be somewhat capable of making those around him luckier if he wants... or have their luck dry up if they get on his bad side. Nocikinesis - Nate has always had a higher pain tolerance, mostly because he is able to suppress it supernaturally. He doesn't seem to consciously control this... nor does he seem to consciously make the harm he causes sting even more. Curses and Blessings - Curses and Blessings are a complicated affair. Sickness and malaise are about as bad as curses go for Nate, while blessings have the inverse effect of letting people bounce back quickly from sickness or injury. Curses and Blessings, however, can also allow Nate to extend the effects of his luck manipulation. The process for cursing or blessing is rigid: he needs to write down the person's full name down on a hard surface, bury it a foot underground (or drop it down a well), and give an offering to Nemesis while making his intentions known. Temporary Possession - A minor curse given to him for his initial refusal to go to Camp Athens, Nathaniel is receptive to being controlled/manipulated by other supernatural forces, so long as they believe they are particularly righteous in their goals. What qualifies as "righteous" is unclear... does the person simply need to truly believe manipulating Nate outweighs the cost of autonomy, or do they need to be serving the goals of the gods? S T R E N G T H S Negotiator - For a child of Nemesis, Nate seems to lack the expected conniving and scheming tendencies. He wears his heart on his sleeve, for better or worse, and is usually quick to try and defuse tension between third parties. Scrappy - Nate isn't exactly itching to start a fight, but he is certainly ready to end one if needed (or, more accurately, outlast one) when negotiations fail. Of course, he is more familiar with hand to hand scraps than "classical" warfare. Dealer's Choice - Nate grew up in Vegas, and over the years has picked up knowledge on the meta for nearly every game of chance there is from people of all walks of life. He has excellent hand-eye coordination, and knows a bit of sleight of hand. W E A K N E S S E S Headstrong - Nate doesn't know when to quit when it comes to doing what he thinks is "right." Even if it gets him into a whole heap of trouble or ends up making things even worse. Reckless - Given his tremendous bouts of good luck, Nate has always perceived risk-reward scenarios as guaranteed risks... but when surrounded by others with divine influence, his luck is not as boundless. He can never turn down a game of chance, when offered. Gullible - Nate understands, in the grand-scheme of things, that people lie. Nate has always preferred to play the cards rather than play the people at a table, and ignored a fundamental skill in life. He has always had a hard time knowing when he's being used until he's already in too deep. __________________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y Honest | Self-Righteous | Independent | Gullible H I S T O R Y Nathaniel Banes grew up as an only child in Las Vegas, Nevada. As the story often goes, he didn't know much of his mother. His father only cryptically mentioned that he met her while deployed overseas, and that Nate was born shortly after he got back home. Nate's father never talked about what exactly he went through in the army, nor why he was suddenly discharged and ended up working in low-end casinos off the Strip. Until Nathaniel was 8, he and his father lived a quiet existence. His father would work afternoons and nights, and he would often be in the care of babysitters. But they shared a love for games of all sorts, though his father's poison was always poker. By middle school, Nathaniel would get in trouble every few months for gambling at lunch, but little came in terms of punishment. He was often just forced to return whatever he had won. By high school, everyone knew better than to gamble with the kid who seemed blessed by lady luck herself. Nate was nevertheless quick to make and lose friends constantly, bouncing between social circles. He was athletic, charming, and just being around him seemed to bring a string of good luck. Of course, he also was quick to call folks out for their dishonesty or crappy behavior. Mix in teenage recklessness and hormones, and Nate ended up in trouble constantly for his involvement in fights. He always claimed to never start them, but that mattered little to administrators or his father. He ended up bouncing between a few schools, and just barely graduated from his last school. After graduation, Nate picked up part time work where he could (mostly at gas stations or fast food joints). Of course, his passion was obviously for gambling. So, he started going to smaller casinos off the Vegas strip. He somehow managed to get away with not having to show ID, and made the majority of his living off rotating between various casinos, winning more than he lost. And for the longest time, he managed to avoid detection. Of course, then came the day he lost… badly. The dealer had a sickly sweet smile plastered on her face, her long red hair draped around her. Her eyes seemed trained on him. The other players seemed to grow tired of their own bad luck, but Nate was transfixed. He wasn’t expecting to find his mother in a run-down casino in Reno, nor was he exactly ready to hear what it was she had to say. She spoke of gods and monsters and responsibilities and a camp and war. Nate walked away, banking on it all just being the insane ramblings of a stranger. But he never stopped losing. His bus would always run late or too early, the slots were taking far more than they were giving, and he would see flashes of that same sickly sweet smile in his nightmares. His father corroborated his mother's story, and their relationship has been rocky since. The last year has been a reality check, with Nate’s eyes slowly being opened to a world bigger and more dangerous than he had ever known. And in that time, he has begun to understand that despite his insistence on being independent, all roads lead to a little camp called Athens. He isn’t on board with whatever the gods, especially Nemesis, want from him. But he is due for some luck, and hopefully going to camp will help with that. __________________________________________________________________________________ hexcode . | . #04ed42 ........ faceclaim . | . KJ Apa ........ creator . | . Webboysurf

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(WITHDRAWN) Tess Arlest

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Theresa "Tess" Arlest

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. A B I L I T I E S Weapons Master - Tess has always felt comfortable with weapons. She was winning state championships in fencing and archery at a young age, and even seemed to best her coaches. The last ten years have been a non-stop study of honing these skills to become a proper warrior. She can do more damage with a sharp stick than most mortals could with more modern weapons. She feels more comfortable with swords and spears, but is still a remarkable archer in her own right. Superior Hunter - Tess has always felt at home in the wilds, and seems particularly attuned to her environment. Years of hunting and being trained to be paranoid has made Tess exceptional at tracking and getting the drop on her target. Speak With Animals - Less of direct communication, but Tess and most wild animals have an "understanding". She gives a few whistles and words, and they do as she wishes. She can understand every head turn and subtle sign in their form, and even distinguish bird calls and animal roars for their dedicated purpose. Heal Animals - With a bit of dirt and spit, Tess can nurse most animals back to good health in no time. It certainly saved on vet bills. S T R E N G T H S Silent Runner - Tess is two things: silent and quick. Her father jokes she was born to run, and she lives up to that reputation. She has a strange habit of being able to move silently even at a dead sprint, however... which is almost certainly a trait she got from her mother. Improvise, Adapt, Overcome - Tess isn't a master tactician (especially for large-scale combat), but she sure as hell knows how to survey her environment and use it to her advantage. Years in the wilderness taught her to survive with nothing except what you can find around you. Observant - Tess is quick to pick up on shifts in her environment, be they physical or emotional. She's not a mind reader, but she's quick on the uptake for someone who has been isolated for a while. As she puts it, humans are animals too... and Tess knows animals really well. W E A K N E S S E S Tactless - Not everyone is born with a gift of gab. Tess is short, blunt, and full of biting comebacks. This has a tendency of rubbing people the wrong way. Arrogant - Tess was born to be a warrior, but has not been truly tested against others who are on par (or superior) to her skills. She isn't a graceful loser, and is certainly insufferable in victory. Paranoid - Tess often assumes the worst in people and in her environment, no doubt as a result of her father's delusions. This leads to rash decisions and constant fear of being betrayed and abandoned... which can cause her to lash out. __________________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y Clever | Blunt | Distant | Compassionate H I S T O R Y The world is ending. This was the simple motto that governed Tess' entire life. She was born in Montana, the only daughter of a game warden. While she was young, she lived a relatively normal life. She excelled in sports, and even managed to end up in some local papers for her achievements in archery and fencing. But as she became more and more well-liked, the more concerned her father grew. Friends were a distraction. The world is ending. By the time she was twelve, Tess had been pulled from school and she moved with her father to a remote cabin. Her father quit her job, and dedicated all his attention to "preparing" Tess for what was to come. Tess had always grown up being told her mother was a beautiful hunter goddess, but this belief had faded for a while. But it didn't take too long for her to get roped back into her father's "delusions." After all, the world was ending. Tess and her father dedicated most of their time to training. She was taught to hunt, to make shelter, and to survive on her own. She was taught how to fight with sticks, then bows, then spears, then daggers, then swords. She grew anxious of any out-of-place sound. When she was given time to relax, she dug through her father's collection of classic literature and apocalyptic novels. Some people would visit and stay in the cabin for a few weeks at a time, but most of these folk were strange like her father. Some seemed abnormal in size and appearance, and others claimed to be children of gods (or former lovers of the gods) themselves. None would be allowed to stay particularly long. Tess wished they would stay. But they couldn't. After all, the world was going to end. Tess is now grown. Her father died two months ago, and now lies buried on the family property. She has yet to meet her mother, but did manage to receive a letter (which is strange, as they never got mail) claiming to be from her mother. Tess has grown tired of living alone (except for the company of her old dog Butch). So, with nothing else holding her back, it's time for her to take a leap of faith. After all, it might be the end of the world. Best make the most of the time she has left. __________________________________________________________________________________ hexcode . | . #d18f75 ........ faceclaim . | . Alicia Vikander ........ creator . | . Webboysurf

Camp Athens - Closed

Got a little something in the works myself.

Have At You!!! A Game of Swashbuckling Adventure

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Well, this is more Lady DiVacce attempting to gauge Piero's skill rather than the main event.

@AndyC

Yeah, figured this was a test to see if he is what he says he is and has the chops to do the work.

Have At You!!! A Game of Swashbuckling Adventure

I wasn't sure what to expect for Piero's little quest, but this was certainly not it. Time to scheme at work this week.

Ultimate One Universe: Resistance

| EIGHT MONTHS EARLIER |
The truck crawled to a stop in between two identical looking armored vehicles. Roy placed it in park, and turned his gaze to Bucky in the seat next to him. Both the former assassin and the Amazonian had slipped into the drab fatigued and body armor of the S.O.V., though Roy knew their appearances wouldn't hold up to scrutiny. Bucky seemed preoccupied with inspecting a worn AK in the passenger seat. He turned his gaze back towards Artemis in the back seats, whose uniform was clearly a size too small... most obvious in the fact her pant legs only came down to her mid-calf. She was busy coiling up a length of rope that seemed to somehow reflect the last rays of the desert sun as it was cresting the horizon. Roy looked at the rope weirdly, before looking back at Bucky.

"Did you ask her why the only thing she brought is a rope?"
"It is a lasso."
"Lasso's are made of rope."
"Not the point. Why is it glowing?"

Artemis finished coiling her lasso and affixed it to a makeshift holster on her belt. "It is a gift from the gods."

Roy slammed his palm into his forehead, jostling his helmet slightly. "Great. I got hijacked by a magical cowgirl and the Bionic Commando. What are we going to find in there, evil Superman?"

Bucky finished examining the rifle, pulling back the slide to ensure it was properly loaded. "Unlikely. Last CIA report said we were still about 13 months away from a viable Superman clone." Roy slowly turned to look at him with a mouth agape. Bucky flicked the safety of his rifle off as he turned back to look at Roy, the corner of his mouth upturned.

Roy shook his head and suppressed a nervous laugh, checking his wrist watch. "Ok... ok, they should be loading up the last flight of the day. If we're doing this, we need to do it now."

A metal hand produced a small, handheld detonator and wagged it in Roy's direction. "There's no turning back after this. This is your last chance to get out and walk away. If you join us, you're on the run until the house of cards finally falls."

The red-headed man slowly took the detonator, letting out a long exhale. "Are you sure you're right about all this? Are you sure this isn't a big misunderstanding?"

James Buchanon Barnes looked back at Artemis. She leaned her head in through the gap between the seats. "Your horse symbol is seared in my head. Your arms tore through our children.” She looked at Roy, a rage burning behind her eyes. ”There is no mistake."

Roy squeezed his right hand. A flash of orange briefly illuminated all of their faces.

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_{Location: Coast City, California, United States}

The Black Market #1.03: The Great Die-Off

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Previously: I Don't Wanna Be Here Anymore

| NOW |

"The Day of Wrecking is almost here! We will storm the moment of subjule... errr... subjucation! We will rip it from its base, and we will show those weak little men that we are the future!"

Cheers erupted from the handful of people gathered before the hulking form of Lucius O'Neil. He wore only a set of tight black briefs and a comically large belt sporting a letter 'M' in faux gold. The faint sounds of honking horns echoed through the mesh fabric wrapped around the unfinished windows. The space was littered with refuse, and this mid-level of an unfinished skyscraper was little more than the concrete and steel bones.

The small gathering of meta-humans watched their leader waddle towards the floor-to-ceiling window frames and looked out at the well-lit checkpoint in the heart of town. "We’re gonna smash them… we’re gonna break them into little pieces. We're gonna burn this whole city to the ground until we are in charge!"

"The woman spoke truth... all brawn, no intellect."

All eyes in the room shifted towards the back, where Artemis stepped out from the natural shadows. She had left her leather jacket with the boys, sporting her ceremonial red breastplate. A coil of glittering rope dangled from her belt, but her boots and jeans were far-removed from what the Amazons usually wore. The meta-humans looked on with confusion, but the Mangler's eyes flashed with excitement. "Hehehe... been looking for a good heel, little girl. My boys have been itching for some real entertainment."

Artemis cracked her neck, stepping out into the center of the room amidst the six support pillars. "Barnes insisted I negotiate your surrender." She lifted her fists up, sliding her feet until they were equal with her shoulders. "I would much prefer we get this over with."

Mangler: "Well you heard her, boys. Give us some space." The other men spread out into the fringes of the room, a smile spreading across their lips. The Mangler stalked towards the middle of the room, widening his stance and lowering his upper body. Artemis recognized the technique. The Mangler swung first, his meaty hands grasping through the air at his target with surprising speed.

But Artemis was faster.

She darted right, guiding the man's charge. Just as he was about to reach her, she deftly sidestepped and delivered a kick to his shin. He smashed his hulking form into one of the pillars, ripping through steel and concrete like butter from his sheer momentum. To anyone else, this kind of power would be terrifying. Artemis wasn't particularly impressed.

The game of cat and mouse continued, as the Mangler seemed unable to even lay a finger on the Amazon. She ducked and weaved between punches and attempted grapples, using the pillars for cover to slow him down. Another pillar on the left collapsed, then one on the right, and then another on the left. She just needed a little more time.

A voice crackled through the subtle earpiece in her ear. "Package delivered."

A wicked grin formed on Artemis' face as she moved a hand up in front of her. Her fingers interlocked with the Mangler's as he made another desperate grab. Her other hand intercepted his free hand, her boots digging into the concrete like sand. She let out a deep, guttural growl that resonated through the room. The Mangler screamed, first in rage, as he put everything he had in trying to push his opponent into the proverbial pavement. His scream shifted up a tone as he felt his fingers crack and bend under the Amazon's grip, his elbows buckling as she got the upper hand. Her growl melted into words. "You should have let them walk away."

Artemis twisted her hips and launched the Mangler into one of the last remaining pillars, hearing the grinding of cement and steel strain under the sudden weight. The Mangler groaned as he scrambled back to his feet. "Boys.... get-" He didn't have time to finish his command before a coil of golden rope wrapped around his chest, pinning his arms together. He looked at Artemis with a slack-jawed expression, and she simply gave a firm yank to pull him towards the middle of the room. Artemis looked behind her, out the mesh window coverings, and gave a thumbs up.

The next moment was a flash of manic action. A flick of the wrist uncoiled the rope and sent it flying back to Artemis. A whistling sound filled the air as something seemed to pierce through the mesh fabric. Artemis sprinted out of the window, tearing through the fabric and plummeting to the ground below. Behind her, a sudden explosion sent debris everywhere. Artemis impacted into the ground, creating a spider-webbed crater in the alley. A cloud of dust and a loud crashing made it clear that the upper floor had come crashing down. Artemis slowly picked herself up from the ground, brushing off the dust and searing pain. The distant sound of sirens made it clear she didn't have much time. She slowly exited the alley, piling into the back of a non-descript passenger van parked nearby.

The driver door opened a moment later, and Roy Harper slid behind the wheel. He tossed a compound bow into the back with Artemis as he turned the key. He peeled off, driving down side-streets and alleys until the sirens and flashing lights had all but disappeared. Roy turned his gaze to the rear view mirror, eyeing Artemis in the back. "Good teamwork, eh?"

Artemis stared straight ahead, watching the road through what sliver of windshield she could. "My sisters would have been able to stand toe to toe alongside me. Your theatrics were unnecessary, Harper. I could have ripped them apart and torn the building down on my own."

Roy sighed, guiding the van slowly but surely through the winding streets towards the ocean. "Everyone's a critic.”

Ultimate One Universe: Resistance

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No this is how we give MB an Aneurysm

@Sep

Hear me out... metal sonic who is also a transformer.

Ultimate One Universe: Resistance

Outlaws will be delayed by a day or two I think, been on a cinephile streak again which has eaten my hobby time... though some of it is research.

Ultimate One Universe: Resistance

Hey, guys! Sorry, I think I’ve changed my mind.

I just realized that Dick wasn’t taken just yet on the Character section. I haven’t read every CS there just yet, but if he isn’t too involved in anybody’s CS, I think I’ll just make a CS for Dick, instead of Deathstroke.

What say you, guys?

@Terry Bogard

If you're talking about Nightwing, Dick Grayson and the Batfamily have been claimed as part of Batman's "Robin" network in @Master Bruce's Batman CS, with excerpts below. You'd probably need to reach out to check with MB if you wanted to use Dick.

But The Gotham Bat, or The Batman as he'd become known, knew that he couldn't fight a battle to save the city alone - he'd need soldiers. Drawn to the same sort of victims of crime that he had once been, Wayne began to seek out like-minded individuals to make up an army of informants. He wouldn't place them in the field, preferring to take on the fighting himself, but he would train them to survive. Soon, the wayward youths of Gotham like Jason Todd, Stephanie Brown, Tim Drake, Cassandra Cain, and Duke Thomas would find themselves drawn into his mission.

They would be the hidden weapon of The Batman's arsenal - with them at his side, Bane and his forces would rue the day that they tried to seize the city for themselves.

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Sidenote, but I know that by claiming the Robins as his personal network, I'm limiting the amount of interaction I can readily have. I have a plan to address that, but these games in the past have become rather Gotham-centric at the expense of other corners of a DC and Marvel world. This is both my attempt to explore a concept inspired by Dark Knights of Steel comic and give the other big names some breathing room.

However, if you are looking at a Nightwing-type character, there are always heroes like Daredevil, Iron Fist, Luke Cage, or Moon Knight that could fill similar vibes. But if you're looking for a Drax-like character... I feel like a character like Thor or Hulk could fit well in the setting and even be rooted in a revenge quest narrative (if you're looking for that kind of vibe).

Ultimate One Universe: Resistance

Time to rewrite my plans to kill off Iceman in my next Outlaws post.