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Screen Name: Batman
Character you'd like to portray: Major Albert 'Al' Simmons - Spawn
Superhuman powers, traits, other attributes of interest: Possessing a link to the paranormal, Spawn possesses superhuman strength, durability, speed, and agility through use of the magical arts. To be perfectly honest, I've always thought the character was a little overpowered, so I want to downplay his abilities to those aspects and play him off as more of a ghostly figure than a one-man-army killing machine. As such, he can be killed and stay dead, it's just a little harder to pull it off when compared to everyday people.
His suit is made of necroplasmic energy, a living symbiotic armor that can allow him to shapeshift and become invisible. It's anthropomorphic cape can literally come to life and attack anyone in Spawn's way, and it's chains can become weapons within themselves. His entire body is riddled with metal spikes that can grow and subside at will, though the pain of using them weakens him to the point that they're rarely used.
Originally appearing from (which comic, and company?): Todd McFarlane's Spawn #1, Image Comics
Fictional history of the character: After years of searching for the right candidate, the United States Government found their ideal subject of Project Ghosthunt in the cunning and ruthless young military cadet, Al Simmons. Taken off the grid and undergoing a process that would erase his entire existence from official record, Simmons was tasked with being the team leader of an ultimate Black-Ops squadron that would tackle otherwise highly controversial missions, such as assassinations and kidnappings of those deemed threats to national security. The project was led by retired CIA operative Jason Wynn, whose true goals remained unclear until the team's overlying objectives underwent several changes. Refusing to lead a mission that would effectively bomb a small nation, Simmons was forced to take action when threatened and tried to out Project Ghosthunt to the public. His efforts were proven futile and in 1987, Al Simmons was murdered by one of Wynn's secondary operatives. He left behind his wife of three years, Wanda Blake, and was laid to rest in his hometown of Miami, Florida.
But something happened. In an unspeakable place, a secret realm known only by it's varying stories and legends, a Devil lurked beneath the surface to bargain with Al Simmons' soul. Lead an army of the dead, and he'd be allowed to return to Earth. Simmons accepted, knowing nothing of the journey he was about to embark on or the true terms of the deal that he had made. 20 years after his death, Simmons was brought back to his own realm as something darker, something deadlier. A Hellspawn, the first of many that the Devil needed to create an army to bring about Armageddon.
After nearly five years of tormented rest, he has finally awakened to a world he does not recognize anymore. And if the Devil has his way, his journey will cause Hell itself to be unleashed.
Hero, Villain, or Walking the line?: Walking The Line
List a few reasons why you chose this character: I've always had a mild interest in the character, going back to the mid-90's, which was Spawn's most popular period. But the crazy stuff they did over the years and the continuity upon continuity turned me off of ever truly following his mythos or investing in the lore. However, my interest was always piqued in the character at his core, and I've longed for a chance to see a version of Spawn that's more simplified, grounded, and accessible. Now's my chance to do just that, aswell explore some of the themes that drive him - the concepts of morality, mortality, religion, the supernatural, and the like.
Write two complete sentences explaining what you can bring to this RPG: My strengths as a writer often lie with these street level vigilantes teetering on the edge, so there's that to consider. I also make a mean lasagna.
How many days a week you intend on posting in the RPG: Once or twice. I'm hoping to stick to one character for awhile before taking the gamble at a second, given my duties with UDC and WOH.
Please provide a small sample post as your character, at least three paragraphs and one line of dialogue in length:
Every inch of him was burning.
His eyes fluttered open as he gasped for what little oxygen he could intake, feeling drops of water hit him across the forehead. Thunder rumbled from the heavens as he finally turned on his side, his muscles aching and throbbing. Like he had been tossing and turning in a long night's sleep. His senses were sharp, sensitive. It hurt to keep his eyes open for long, feeling an intense light course into them. But he was breathing. And as far as he knew, none of his bones were broken. He guessed that it must have been a good sign - he was alive, despite the fact that he didn't recognize even a single brick of the alleyway he was laying in. Fighting off garbage as his vision continually grew sharper, making the world around him grow from a blur to a vivid picture, he got to his feet and looked around.
"Hhh. Hhh. Cold."
He caressed himself, the bitter burn turning to a chill.
"S-So cold."
At least, that's what he thought he was feeling. Due to the pouring rain, and the fact that he felt like a freshly soaked rat. Holding his head in his hands, he wandered off into the distance, looking for an end to the brick labyrnth infront of him. He didn't know what he was doing, where he was even going. But he felt like he had somewhere to be. Somewhere to go home to. And there was this image in his head - it was a vague one. Like a long lost memory trying to break through to the surface.
He turned a corner and tried to hold his balance, but it was useless. His legs instantly gave out and he dropped, like a stone, creating ripples among puddles. As he reeled from the surprising amount of pain that crackled across his skin from touching the foreign water, he caught a glimpse of his own reflection. The ripples distorted it to some degree, but it was enough to give him pause. Something wasn't right about what he was seeing. Trying as hard as he could to produce a mind's eye of what he really looked like, he was shocked to realize that he didn't have a clear picture of that.
But that was impossible. No one ever forgets their own reflection.
Do they?
"Hey, fancy man."
He turned back to see someone approaching him from the other side of the alley. At first, he thought it was a derelict. But the jacket he was wearing indicated otherwise, being too expensive looking to leave that possibility there. The man looked at him oddly, eying him up and down.
"Dig the duds. You headin' to a Halloween party?"
Trying to react, he didn't particularly feel up to it. He simply shook his head and held his palm up to his temple.
"I, whuh... Where?"
The stranger looked confused.
"Where?"
"Where am I?"
"Lying in the stone cold gutter, man. Where else you think?"
"N-No, I..."
Trying to stand, he tumbled forward. The stranger backed away.
"Jesus, you high or something?"
"Jus... Just tell me. Tell me where I am."
"Like, city wise? Country? What're you trying to ask?"
His voice becoming raspy and irritated, he glared up at the man with eyes that nearly sent the stranger into the other direction.
"Whatever you know. Tell me. Right now."
Then the stranger asked the million dollar question. And at the moment it was asked, his entire world came to a grinding halt.
"Who are you?"
He didn't know.
By the lord in heaven, he even didn't know.
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