Whiskey Business

All-Star Marvel: Audax Mundus Novus - Season 1 (Completed)

I'm definitely down for a team up.

All-Star Marvel: Audax Mundus Novus - Season 1 (Completed)

I decided to switch it up and not go with a Diwatas. I hope this will be okay. I'll try and add a sample post by sunday night. ---- Player Name: Whiskey Business Character You Wish To Play: Shang Chi as the 67th Immortal Iron Fist Moral Alignment: Hero Affiliation: None Character Origin & Backstory: Shang Chi was bred to serve his father, Fu Manchu, a crime lord to one of the most dangerous criminal cartels of the world. He learned from various masters of combat and underwent an excruciating training regiment led by the Si-Fan, elite assassins under his father's employ. Each session left the young boy battered and bruised. Nights rarely offered him a chance to rest, for lectures and philosophy awaited him in the moonlight. These after hour teachings often involved watching his father torture those who had wronged him and his organization. It was meant to strengthen his son's resolve. Fu Manchu hoped to instill the proper foundation for his son to one day rule in his place. Shang Chi, however, had no such desires. Despite Fu Manchu's best efforts, his son's heart was simply incorruptible. In fact, baring witness to such cruelty only invigorated Shang Chi to bring justice for all of his father's wrongdoings. It thus became his motivation in life to thwart any and all of his operations, covertly sabotaging every element of his father's empire. Eventual word of his son's betrayal summoned a merciless demon within Fu Manchu. From that day forward, Shang Chi never stopped looking over his shoulder. The crime lord sent wave after wave of assassins, but none were successful against the prodigal master of combat. To this day, Fu Manchu and his Si-Fan relentlessly pursue the betrayer, stopping at nothing until vengeance is claimed and honor is restored. Shang Chi went on to travel the world, eventually settling down in America where he befriended a few superheroes and martial artists. One of particular note was Danny Rand, the 66th Iron Fist to ever wield the power of Shou Lao the Undying. The two were great friends and formidable allies in the war against crime and villainy. However, overtime it became apparent that the dragon force Rand wielded had corrupted his chi - so much so that Shou Lao possessed the Iron Fist without much resistance, taking full control of his powers in the process. The results were catastrophic. Shou Lao's possession of Danny Rand nearly decimated the entire Eastern seaboard. Shang Chi had no choice but to stop his friend. He hoped to release Danny from the dragon's control without killing him. The feat itself would prove to be impossible. The duel eventually ascended into other-wordly combat, as Shang Chi and the possessed Iron Fist fought on an ethereal battlefield. What passed as minutes went by in years within the trans dimensional pocket of reality where Shou Lao's essence reigned supreme. Shang managed to strike at a vital spot that weakened the dragon's grip over Rand. In this moment, Shou Lao sensed its demise and used a great sum of his power to force the battle back onto earth. With the dragon seemingly vulnerable, Danny Rand was able to temporarily regain control of his body. With much regret, Shang Chi was forced to land the final blow - ending the battle and Danny Rand's life, severing his link between Shou Lao in the process. Such a feat activated the rite of transfer, and contrary to Shang Chi's aversion, became the 67th Iron Fist to wield the dragon force of Shou Lao the Undying. Those affiliated with Shang and Danny are somewhat conflicted with what happened. Some fear that the Shou Lao will try to possess him like it did Rand. Others hold a grudge against Shang, believing there was another way, a better way, to save their friend. The general consensus is that Shang Chi saved the world at a great cost, but there is an underlying sentiment among a select few (namely Luke Cage) that claim he wanted the power of the dragon force for himself. Whether or not that's true remains to be seen... Shang Chi is currently investigating the whereabouts of K'un-Lun. It is one of the capital cities of heaven, the one true haven for all Iron Fists. For reasons unknown, Shang Chi cannot communicate with any of the former Iron Fists, thus making his search even more difficult. His only clue to its location is a myth that says the mystical city appears on earth only once every ten years. He hopes to enter K'un-Lun and somehow bring Danny back from the dead and be rid of the dragon force once and for all. Powers and Abilities: Shang Chi's abilities post-Iron Fist are amplified across the grid. Peak physical conditioning, skilled marksmanship with melee weapons, weapons master, master martial artist, and complete nervous system control, have increased exponentially due to the use of chi augmentation with the dragon force. However, cannot help but use his newfound powers passively. Reluctantly obtaining the Iron Fist mantle at the cost of his friend's well-being has subconsciously dwarfed his true potential. As a result, Shang Chi has become more of a support healer type. He takes on a more defensive approach when fighting crime, under utilizing the near-limitless power of Shou Lao. The dragon force allows him to Mind Meld with others, able to break people free of mind control and can also share memories and emotions. He can also absorb massive amounts of energy, as well as detect various energy signatures. Sample Story Arcs: - A "Game of Death" scenario. Shang Chi must ascend up a tower fighting master martial artists in order to discover a truth about K'un-Lun. - An arc putting Fu Manchu and the Si-Fan at the forefront of world threats. Major truths for Shang Chi are to be revealed. - Any magic-themed plot that could somehow intertwine Shang Chi's ongoing search for K'un-Lun and/or his identity as the new Iron Fist.

Sample Post

I am a single blade of grass amidst a sea of thorn-branched weeds. I will not waver... The soft radiance of the rising sun brought warmth to his body. Shang Chi stood perched on top of a tall oak, perfectly motionless since the night before. He assumed the form of the crane stance, maintaining his entire weight on a single leg with both arms raised above his head. If it were not for the yellow-colored sash and mask, he could've been mistaken as an extension of the branch. His emerald green garbs blended well with the forest in full bloom. The moon exchanges hands with the sun, with it, comes the wild of night. The sun returns to reunite with his brother, with it, comes the wild of morning. Both ends of the spectrum must meet before reaching the peak of their truer essence. With it, brings life dependent upon each cycle... Shang Chi meditated on those words. He did not force their understanding, rather, he continued to let them roll off the tongue of his inner voice. Such was the paradigm of truths as of late. Since dawning the mantle of the Iron Fist, Shang Chi has been caught in a tumultuous flux. Merging with the powerful dragon force of Shao Lou the Undying has bloated his chi. Drunk with power, the Master of Kung Fu has tried religiously to maintain equilibrium with himself. The internal struggle is no doubt caused by the loss of his friend Danny Rand. In his passing, Danny exchanged the power of the Iron Fist to Shang Chi, with it, the pain acquired in order to obtain it. Images of their combat flashed into his mind. The glaring eyes of Shao Lou flickered within Danny's possessed gaze as they battled on. Momentary glimpses of Danny's normal self would resurface during their duel from time to time. It made the fight all the more harder for Shang Chi to overcome. It became abundantly clear that relinquishing Shao Lou's possession of Danny without fatal injury was not possible. After fighting to a standstill, there was no other way. Or was there? Shang Chi frowned. No... there was no other way. Oh? You truly believe so? Shang struggled to remain calm, tried taking deep breaths to control his heart rate. Stop. Claim the high horse as your seat all you like, but no matter which angle you look at it, the apple did not fall far from the tree...son of Fu Man- "GRRRRGGHHH!!!!!" Without hesitation or thought, Shang Chi clenched his fist until it bled with golden energy and slammed it onto the trunk of the oak. A rippling wave of chi splashed into the shape of a spear, evaporating the top end of the tree in its bright aura. The weight of such power came as a shock, and Shang Chi no longer had control of it. The concussive force of the blast immediately broke the large oak from its foundation, then bulldozed through a cluster of other trees behind it. Shang immediately leapt off the falling oak and landed onto the branch of another. The sound of groaning wood and crashing thuds ignited the forest in a frenzy. Birds flew to the skies, cawing in fear. Shang regained his composure, calming the inner storms of his mind and spirit. Somewhere deep within himself, he could feel Shao Lou smiling. It made him sick. You are not worthy of the mantle... I know...

All-Star Marvel (Always Accepting)

Will try to hav

Though I don't think they've been established in the comics, the Diwatas are recognized as lore according to Marvel's handbook on Mythology in the Marvel Universe. I'd like to play as one of those characters if that's okay. The character I'll pick will most likely be part of the Triumph Division. Information on both of these groups in the 616 is pretty limited, but I'm sure I can come up with something awesome - if you'll let me of course.

Whiskey Business

I don't see anything wrong with that right now. Of course I would have to see a final character sheet, but that would be fine. Also, I have a question for everyone. Would everyone prefer to start with a fresh RP thread or would you all not mind using the previous one that I tried to start up before Christmas Break? The old RP thread only has one IC post that you need to ignore. Just let me know your thoughts.

Dedonus

Sounds good. I'll try and have a sheet up by the end of this weekend.

All-Star Marvel (Always Accepting)

Though I don't think they've been established in the comics, the Diwatas are recognized as lore according to Marvel's handbook on Mythology in the Marvel Universe. I'd like to play as one of those characters if that's okay. The character I'll pick will most likely be part of the Triumph Division. Information on both of these groups in the 616 is pretty limited, but I'm sure I can come up with something awesome - if you'll let me of course.

X-Men: The Lost Riders of the Apocalypse (Vivid Whiskey Productions)

Ian exited the subway tunnel and entered Hell's Kitchen, keeping to himself as he paced toward Swann's dive bar. Neither the cold air, nor the sketchy lurkers perusing at this late hour, hindered his purposeful stride. He was on a mission now; focused on his hunt for the truth. His patience had run its course and if Anthony knew something, anything, Ian was going to do whatever he felt was necessary to make him talk. A slither of guilt made Ian conscious of his behavior; forced him to analyze his violent tendencies. From his own mind, the only thing he can recall are childhood memories. Everything after that point, up until four days ago, are blank chapters erased into oblivion.

He was undeniably afraid of what he might discover, but he couldn't choose to simply live in ignorance forever, not with so many questions left unanswered. He sought to fill the gaps in his head with the dream diary now plastered all over his apartment, but some entries were so farfetched, that he didn't know what to believe anymore. His whole concept of reality was in a state of flux, and the line between fact and fiction became more and more obscure. This was further complicated by mutant powers that he barely understood, much less knew how to control. On the first night Ian woke into consciousness, he accidentally shapeshifted into identical pieces of furniture in his apartment. He then watched a boxing match on TV the following day, and perfectly mimicked the champion's KO punch in a bar fight later that night.

Ian reasoned no psychologist or doctor could give him answers that didn't involve crazy pills, or a straitjacket. But it is crazy, ain't it? He thought, feeling uneasy about this sudden realization. If someone finds out about me and sees the writing on my walls, they'll take me for some damn psycho. But what if I am? What if I'm just dreaming all this up in some ward, bouncing around padded walls like a damn loon?

"Sorry,"

Ian shook from his thoughts, completely unaware of his surroundings. He turned, and as he locked eyes with the bystander that bumped into him, a soft face with curly brown hair revealed herself in the dim street light.

"You," She uttered softly, and Ian felt a sense of hostility emanating from her. His eyes widened.

"You know me?!" He yelled more than asked, stomping towards her with an intense expression on his face. "You know who I am?" Ian sounded manic, but this sudden turn of events had opened the floodgates, and he couldn't contain his relief. He nearly convinced himself that he was a delusional psychopath just a minute ago, but now someone knew who he was! Someone real, Ian hoped.

He prayed she wasn't a figment of his imagination, that this wasn't another dream waiting to be added to his scrapbook of possible memories. Ian stepped forward and surveyed her facial features, willing himself to believe that he recognized her, but he didn't. Ian had to touch her, make sure that she was an actual human being and not some illusion. Then, just as he grabbed her by the shoulders, an excruciating beam of pain traveled through his arms, jolting straight through his skull.

"AGHH!!!" He dropped to the ground, cupping his ears in a feeble attempt to shield himself from the sudden attack. A torrent of imagery cascaded into his mind's eye, and through the blitz of scenes that he managed to catch vague glimpses of, Ian realized what he was experiencing. These were dreams, his dreams, but as they projected all around him, they felt realer than ever. He watched his hands wring countless lives into nonexistence. He tasted rich wine in a room full of powerful men in suits. He battled heroes without mercy, and among the capes and masks he dueled with, her face suddenly became familiar. The shrill cry of whinnying horses blared into his ears, and the same hand from his latest dream reached out to grab him. As it did, it grew larger and larger, until it clutched Ian like a helpless doll.

"This isn't real...this isn't real..." He whispered to himself.

"Hey, chica..." A man's voice called out. Ian glanced around, trying to discern reality from the dream canvas consuming him. "This foo botherin' you?" He willfully forced himself to get his bearings straight, allowing a moment's respite from the hallucinogenic episode. Five silhouettes crossed the street and came into view, fanning out until they surrounded both Ian and the woman.

"Yeah, girl," Another voice called out, "That crackhead is tweakin. Come ride with us instead. We'll make it worth your while..." Ian clenched his jaw at the lowlife's suggestive tone, invoking an unpleasant memory about his mother. It was one he wished was erased along with the others, and the mere thought of it had ignited a fierce storm from within. Ian rose from the sidewalk, and as he grabbed hold of a street light pole to catch his balance, its halogen bulb flickered erratically.

The group of thugs hesitated in their advance, but one of them summoned enough courage to lunge forward, knife in hand. "Gut em!" He barked, rallying his posse to follow after him. The knife man went straight for Ian, who was flanked by the biggest member of the gang. The other three went straight for the woman.

X-Men: The Lost Riders of the Apocalypse (Vivid Whiskey Productions)

The cold twilight on my shoulders. The warmth of a burning city under my naked heel. Thousands of voices are screaming in agony. I can taste blood in my mouth, but it’s not mine. The smell of charred flesh fills my nostrils. I can feel what is happening all around me; it’s inescapable. A merciless wrath haunts every crevice, herding defenseless souls like a hound from the underworld. Its thirst for death is unquenchable, and the bleating cries of its victims only intensifies its urges. There are two others with me. They say nothing. Feel nothing. Of the two, one disgusts me more than the other, while the other bares the resemblance of someone very familiar to me. I say something to each of them, but as I do, a giant hand grabs my shoulder as if to supply comfort, but I don’t feel comforted. The fingers dig into me like a powerful beast, far more capable than the monster wreaking havoc on this city. I tremble at the weight of its vice grip.

“You will inherit my legacy, a planet of tombs.”

Ian read the words transcribed from his dream with a furrowed brow. He hunched over the ragged notebook, underlining specific parts like someone very familiar to me and a powerful beast. Circled intensely was the quote, whose unknown voice had infiltrated his mind for the past three nights. Beads of cold sweat cooled the back of his neck, breaking him away from his transfixed state. He leaned back against the cushion of his folding chair and let out a frustrated sigh.

Notes and journal entries, similar to the one he has been working on for the past hour, were scotch-taped, pinned, or glued, along the walls of his studio apartment. They served as remnants of Ian’s shattered memory, unearthed from the hazy recesses of his mind, rarely connecting dots or filling in blanks. He could recall his childhood in Louisiana, how a single mother raised him and his three siblings out of a Volkswagon hatchback before social services came. He remembers, with vivid detail, when he got brutally jumped on his 10th birthday. It was the first time he was called a mutant, and it was also the first time he took a life.

Ian didn’t need a piece of paper for those kinds of memories, but when it came to figuring out where he was a week ago was a whole different story. An expired driver’s license confirmed his name and New York residence. As much as he tried denying it at first, the lease signature to the shithole of an apartment he was living in was undoubtedly his. No car, dog, wife, or family - just a prepaid cellphone in his possession with only two contacts: the number to his warehouse job in Hell’s Kitchen, and Anthony Mosely, his drug pedaling co-worker, who knew about as much as Ian, if not more, when it came to his sudden employment at Armwell Industries. Anthony was the only person he could talk to, the only real connection in this world that made any sense.

"He has to know something, know someone, anything, that can help me piece this all together." Ian grumbled. The dreams were progressively getting worse, and he feared for his mental health.

He checked the time on his phone. It was a quarter past 12 on a Saturday night. Ian thought about drifting back to sleep to try and dream up some more memories, but cringed at the thought of seeing those disturbing images again. You will inherit my legacy… He grabbed his leather jacket off a rickety futon, patting its side pockets for wallet, keys, and cigarettes, then took out his cell phone...

“Hey, Moses!” Ian said with forced enthusiasm. The nickname was a play of words at Anthony’s last name, but mainly served to piss the atheist off more than anything. “Meet me at Swan’s, man. You owe me a scotch.”

Halo: WE ARE ODST, Part One: Spooks, Ghosts, and the Devil.

"Roger, that." Golovkin said as Amber split paths toward the back entrance of the hotel. He sprinted toward the two privates from 2nd Squad and joined them in the firefight. After spending most of his time on Solace trying not to get killed by its own infrastructure, it was an odd relief for Robert to finally be in a fight. "We need to hose these bastards quick." Golovkin said in-between squeezing M739 rounds into the enemy patrol. He pegged two grunts, one through the chest, and another on the gas canister strapped on its back. It was in this moment where Golovkin overheard Corporal Davis' comm message.

"Get out of there the building is about to fall on top of you guys. You don't have to worry about me, I'll be fine. Davis out."

Golovkin felt a lump in his throat as several grenade explosions went off inside the hotel, staggering the covenant patrol unit in the process. "Shit, Davis what the hell are you doing!?" He pressed his chin down on the comm button of his helmet. "Gunny, I hope you and Davis are hauling ass." Robert looked up as he felt the all too familiar sound of a building ready to topple over. "Cause that hotel ain't waiting for new years to drop!" He glanced over to Wiley and Tuck before refocusing on the covenant patrol now in disarray with the sudden turn of events. "Gentlemen, lets maintain this position and pick these fucks off!" Golovkin dashed over to the backside of a parked vehicle for cover, and together, with Wiley and Tuck, fired directly into the covenant patrol.

Halo: WE ARE ODST, Part One: Spooks, Ghosts, and the Devil.

I should have a post up later on tonight too.

X-Men: The Lost Riders of the Apocalypse (Vivid Whiskey Productions)

Name: Ian "Clay" Lazarus
Age: 27
Powers: Before he became one of the four horsemen, Ian had powerful mimicry abilities that went hand-in-hand with photographic reflexes, and power absorption. Apocalypse made extensive genetic altercations that boosted Ian's superhuman strength, speed and durability, by enhancing his body with Bio-Metal Physiology. Ian's powers, post-Apocalypse, have regressed significantly; some of which are no longer active.

Info: Taskmaster's former apprentice, Ian Lazarus, was once the Hellfire Club's most dangerous executioner. He has battled members of the Avengers, X-Men, and X-Force, with relative success. His ascension into Apocalypse's ranks as the horseman of War nearly decimated parts of the northern continent. The details about his exploits during that time are unclear. Most of his memory was wiped after Apocalypse was narrowly thwarted by earth's heroes.

War Horseman Appearance

Steed

Halo: WE ARE ODST, Part One: Spooks, Ghosts, and the Devil.

Welcome back Swift, and good luck! Just glad to know you got power back.