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"One Universe" RPG SEASON III SIGN-UP FORM
Screen Name: Syn (Mercenary)
Character you would like to play: Superman AKA Clark Kent
Powers: Super strength, Speed, Stamina, durability, senses, intelligence, regeneration, longevity, super breath, heat vision, x-ray vision, and flight
Brief biography of the character's history:
A dying world at the edge of the universe slowly crumbled and degenerated as it died. It's people lived in denial, unbelieving that their world would or could fall. One man tried to warn them, but his cries and pleas went unheard. Knowing time was short, the man put his child, his only son, into a pod to release into space. He knew it was risky, but he also knew that a life was better than no life at all. This man was Jor-El, his son Kal-El, the last son of Krypton.
Kal-El was sent out into space, away from his home, lost in space as he traveled aimlessly for a new home. His old home errupted in fire and was destroyed behind him, a symbolic ending to the way things were. Soon, Kal-El's pod would find Earth, his new world and domain.
Kal-El crashed in Kansas on the farm of a couple. This couple found the child and took him in as their own. Their names were Jonathan and Martha Kent, loving mother and father of their new boy. They raised Kal-El, whom they named Clark, as their own; never treating him differently despite the truth they knew. However, as Clark grew, so did his powers, and eventually, the truth became impossible to hide.
His parents told him of his origins, how they found him and raised him. At first, Clark felt like an outsider; like a freak and alien. But soon, Clark realised the true truth. Though he was different, unhuman, an orphan and the last son of a dead world, his home was here. Earth, where he was raised, taught, and loved. Clark used the knowledge his parents gave him to go out into the world and strive to do more than the average man, hope to make a difference.
With his powers, Clark soon developed a new persona. With a shield of his lineage on his chest and a cape of red to blend to his blue suit, Clark became a Superman to the world. A symbol of hope, freedom, and the comfort that there will always be a tomorrow. Clark fought evil, conquered unsurmountable odds, and became the herald to the world as its savior, its protector. But as Clark fought, saved, and rescued, he soon learned of others with strange powers such as his. His world expanded once more, and Clark had new challenges to face. Coping with the other heroes of the world and their conflicting views with his own.
Over the years, Clark blended more into the superhero community, thwarting both terrestrial evil and extraterrestrial evil alike. He became more than what he was, learning and adapting while remaining the same man he was sculpted to be. Now he fights for what he knows is right, and remains the symbol of mankind's hope. A hero, a son, a Superman.
List a few reasons why you have chosen that character: Superman is my all time favorite hero. Over the years he has changed and adapted to culture while still remaining the same. He inspired the heroes to come, he inspired generations of people, and even in the darkest days, he helped us remember why we fight.
What can you bring to this game?: I can bring my usual Synish writing with my own view of Superman, while still keeping the points that make us all love (or come to love) the big blue boyscout.
Color and font you plan on using for your character's speech: Blue Trebuchet MS
How many times do you intend on posting a DAY IN the RPG: As many as I need to.
Please provide a sample post with original content in the style that you plan to write your character in (must be at least 5 paragraphs long and contain at least 3 line of dialogue):
The city of Metropolis is awake and alive. Even in the earliest hours of the morning, the city is thriving; cars filling the streets, planes flying over the highest building, and boats swimming through the harbor. Civilians walk up and down the streets as they make their daily runs, moving from their homes to work and sometimes the places in between.
The offices of every building are constantly filled with the workers, readying themselves for the long day ahead. In the offices of the Daily Planet, there are no exceptions. Perry White, the publisher of the popular paper, growls in his office as he panics over deadlines and layouts. As he grinds the cigar in his mouth he reads through an article in the rough draft of today's paper. Shaking his head, he throws the article down on the table, and stares at the employee in front of him.
"Lane!" He grumbles, resting his body by his arms on the top of the table. "Another story about Luthor?" He asks with an obvious hint of sacrasm.
"The people need to know, chief." The young reporter responds proudly. "If Luthor's been paying off crime lords in the city to help his fundraisers, the people should know."
"Lane, how many times do I have to tell you the paper is more than Luthor!"
"Perry, you pay me to report on news. If Luthor is the news, I report on it. I can't help how often he makes himself the spotlight, I can only be responsible for my portrayal of the story." She grins haughtily, placing her hands over her chest as her stance resembles one of power and pride. "And to be frank, I think I did a damn fine job."
Perry lets out a heavy sigh and slowly leans back into his chair. He rubs his head with a lessened pace, with his other hand raised he reaches to his mouth for the cigar. He takes it in between his thumb and index finger, takes a quick puff, and pulls it from his mouth. "You're your best critic, Lane." He says with a tone. Suddenly, the door to the office opens, and a man sticks his head in through the opening.
"Mr. White, I have my article on Metropolis' Eco-Center's Statistics done," the man says in a humble manner. "Sorry it's a little late, I was...preoccupied."
"Yeah, yeah, Kent," Perry tells the man, waving him off. "Just get it in faster next time." Lois Lane smiles as she turns over her shoulder. She looks at the man in the doorway, Clark Kent, and gives him a look only she could give.
"Come on Kent, really? Two minutes past deadline and you apologize?" She shakes her head with her usual mocking stance. "Chief's hassling me about my article which I got in an hour ago, and you? He just waves you off with a hand. Try to be like me and get your stuff in on time so I don't take all the heat."
"If he was like you, Lane, I'd have two controversial writers getting me lawsuits up the-"
"Good papers sell, Chief." She cuts in with a quip. "Now, is the article scrapped or...?"
"No...no." Perry says with another sigh. "It's fine...fine. I'll just have to get somebody to be ready for Luthor's lawyers today."
"Thanks, chief." Lois says with a grin. She pushes past Clark gently as she moves through the doorway, and she slinks past him with a walk unique to her own attitude and style. As she passes Clark, she winks at him while saying, "See ya later, Smallville." She exits the room and begins her walk past the desks neatly placed in two rows, each equally spaced from one another. Clark watches her leave, and adjusts his glasses with a dignified smirk.
"Kent!" Perry bellows, catching his attention. Clark turns to his boss as the man waves him in, and he enters the room as the door shuts behind him. "Kent, I have a story for you."
"Thanks, Mr. White." He says with a smile.
"Kent, I've got some sources who told me about a secret project going on down in Suicide slums."
"Secret?" Clark asks curiously.
"Apparently Intergang's been getting in shipments of drugs and armaments." Perry says, shaking his head. "My buddy down in the precinct told me they all know what's going on, but they don't have any reliable proof to make an arrest or even get a warrent." Perry looks up, staring at Clark intently. "I need you to do some investigative journalism down there. Expose their operation and blow it out in the open. It's a win win. Police get a warrent and probably some arrests, we sell some papers, you get to be the hero." Perry leans forward in his chair, keeping his eyes locked on Clark's face. "So, how 'bout it kid? You up for it?"
Clark simply smiles at Perry, an expression of concealed confidence on his face, exposed only by the gimmer in his eyes. "You got it, Mr. White." Clark grins. "But...why didn't you tell Lois about it?" Perry grins as he comfortably leans back in his chair, putting the cigar back in his mouth and taking a relieved puff.
"Because I'd like to see you get a head start. Upset the applecart on her end for a change." Clark smiles as he moves to the door, and he waves quickly back to his boss.
"Thank you, Mr. White. I'll have the story for you, don't worry."
"Don't let me down, boy!" He calls out. "I'm counting on you." As Perry finishes his sentence, Clark is already in the elevator shaft. As the doors close in front of him, he proudly pushes out his chest and grabs the sides of his buttoned shirt. With a quick jerk he pulls it open to reveal a hidden suit beneath. A shield of yellow and red is exposed, the symbol of Superman, the man of tomorrow. "You can count on me, Mr. White," Clark says softly as he shakes his head, allowing a loch of hair to fall freely onto his brow. "Everyone can."
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Screen Name: Syn (Mercenary)
Character you would like to play: Superman AKA Clark Kent
Powers: Super strength, Speed, Stamina, durability, senses, intelligence, regeneration, longevity, super breath, heat vision, x-ray vision, and flight
Brief biography of the character's history:
A dying world at the edge of the universe slowly crumbled and degenerated as it died. It's people lived in denial, unbelieving that their world would or could fall. One man tried to warn them, but his cries and pleas went unheard. Knowing time was short, the man put his child, his only son, into a pod to release into space. He knew it was risky, but he also knew that a life was better than no life at all. This man was Jor-El, his son Kal-El, the last son of Krypton.
Kal-El was sent out into space, away from his home, lost in space as he traveled aimlessly for a new home. His old home errupted in fire and was destroyed behind him, a symbolic ending to the way things were. Soon, Kal-El's pod would find Earth, his new world and domain.
Kal-El crashed in Kansas on the farm of a couple. This couple found the child and took him in as their own. Their names were Jonathan and Martha Kent, loving mother and father of their new boy. They raised Kal-El, whom they named Clark, as their own; never treating him differently despite the truth they knew. However, as Clark grew, so did his powers, and eventually, the truth became impossible to hide.
His parents told him of his origins, how they found him and raised him. At first, Clark felt like an outsider; like a freak and alien. But soon, Clark realised the true truth. Though he was different, unhuman, an orphan and the last son of a dead world, his home was here. Earth, where he was raised, taught, and loved. Clark used the knowledge his parents gave him to go out into the world and strive to do more than the average man, hope to make a difference.
With his powers, Clark soon developed a new persona. With a shield of his lineage on his chest and a cape of red to blend to his blue suit, Clark became a Superman to the world. A symbol of hope, freedom, and the comfort that there will always be a tomorrow. Clark fought evil, conquered unsurmountable odds, and became the herald to the world as its savior, its protector. But as Clark fought, saved, and rescued, he soon learned of others with strange powers such as his. His world expanded once more, and Clark had new challenges to face. Coping with the other heroes of the world and their conflicting views with his own.
Over the years, Clark blended more into the superhero community, thwarting both terrestrial evil and extraterrestrial evil alike. He became more than what he was, learning and adapting while remaining the same man he was sculpted to be. Now he fights for what he knows is right, and remains the symbol of mankind's hope. A hero, a son, a Superman.
List a few reasons why you have chosen that character: Superman is my all time favorite hero. Over the years he has changed and adapted to culture while still remaining the same. He inspired the heroes to come, he inspired generations of people, and even in the darkest days, he helped us remember why we fight.
What can you bring to this game?: I can bring my usual Synish writing with my own view of Superman, while still keeping the points that make us all love (or come to love) the big blue boyscout.
Color and font you plan on using for your character's speech: Blue Trebuchet MS
How many times do you intend on posting a DAY IN the RPG: As many as I need to.
Please provide a sample post with original content in the style that you plan to write your character in (must be at least 5 paragraphs long and contain at least 3 line of dialogue):
The city of Metropolis is awake and alive. Even in the earliest hours of the morning, the city is thriving; cars filling the streets, planes flying over the highest building, and boats swimming through the harbor. Civilians walk up and down the streets as they make their daily runs, moving from their homes to work and sometimes the places in between.
The offices of every building are constantly filled with the workers, readying themselves for the long day ahead. In the offices of the Daily Planet, there are no exceptions. Perry White, the publisher of the popular paper, growls in his office as he panics over deadlines and layouts. As he grinds the cigar in his mouth he reads through an article in the rough draft of today's paper. Shaking his head, he throws the article down on the table, and stares at the employee in front of him.
"Lane!" He grumbles, resting his body by his arms on the top of the table. "Another story about Luthor?" He asks with an obvious hint of sacrasm.
"The people need to know, chief." The young reporter responds proudly. "If Luthor's been paying off crime lords in the city to help his fundraisers, the people should know."
"Lane, how many times do I have to tell you the paper is more than Luthor!"
"Perry, you pay me to report on news. If Luthor is the news, I report on it. I can't help how often he makes himself the spotlight, I can only be responsible for my portrayal of the story." She grins haughtily, placing her hands over her chest as her stance resembles one of power and pride. "And to be frank, I think I did a damn fine job."
Perry lets out a heavy sigh and slowly leans back into his chair. He rubs his head with a lessened pace, with his other hand raised he reaches to his mouth for the cigar. He takes it in between his thumb and index finger, takes a quick puff, and pulls it from his mouth. "You're your best critic, Lane." He says with a tone. Suddenly, the door to the office opens, and a man sticks his head in through the opening.
"Mr. White, I have my article on Metropolis' Eco-Center's Statistics done," the man says in a humble manner. "Sorry it's a little late, I was...preoccupied."
"Yeah, yeah, Kent," Perry tells the man, waving him off. "Just get it in faster next time." Lois Lane smiles as she turns over her shoulder. She looks at the man in the doorway, Clark Kent, and gives him a look only she could give.
"Come on Kent, really? Two minutes past deadline and you apologize?" She shakes her head with her usual mocking stance. "Chief's hassling me about my article which I got in an hour ago, and you? He just waves you off with a hand. Try to be like me and get your stuff in on time so I don't take all the heat."
"If he was like you, Lane, I'd have two controversial writers getting me lawsuits up the-"
"Good papers sell, Chief." She cuts in with a quip. "Now, is the article scrapped or...?"
"No...no." Perry says with another sigh. "It's fine...fine. I'll just have to get somebody to be ready for Luthor's lawyers today."
"Thanks, chief." Lois says with a grin. She pushes past Clark gently as she moves through the doorway, and she slinks past him with a walk unique to her own attitude and style. As she passes Clark, she winks at him while saying, "See ya later, Smallville." She exits the room and begins her walk past the desks neatly placed in two rows, each equally spaced from one another. Clark watches her leave, and adjusts his glasses with a dignified smirk.
"Kent!" Perry bellows, catching his attention. Clark turns to his boss as the man waves him in, and he enters the room as the door shuts behind him. "Kent, I have a story for you."
"Thanks, Mr. White." He says with a smile.
"Kent, I've got some sources who told me about a secret project going on down in Suicide slums."
"Secret?" Clark asks curiously.
"Apparently Intergang's been getting in shipments of drugs and armaments." Perry says, shaking his head. "My buddy down in the precinct told me they all know what's going on, but they don't have any reliable proof to make an arrest or even get a warrent." Perry looks up, staring at Clark intently. "I need you to do some investigative journalism down there. Expose their operation and blow it out in the open. It's a win win. Police get a warrent and probably some arrests, we sell some papers, you get to be the hero." Perry leans forward in his chair, keeping his eyes locked on Clark's face. "So, how 'bout it kid? You up for it?"
Clark simply smiles at Perry, an expression of concealed confidence on his face, exposed only by the gimmer in his eyes. "You got it, Mr. White." Clark grins. "But...why didn't you tell Lois about it?" Perry grins as he comfortably leans back in his chair, putting the cigar back in his mouth and taking a relieved puff.
"Because I'd like to see you get a head start. Upset the applecart on her end for a change." Clark smiles as he moves to the door, and he waves quickly back to his boss.
"Thank you, Mr. White. I'll have the story for you, don't worry."
"Don't let me down, boy!" He calls out. "I'm counting on you." As Perry finishes his sentence, Clark is already in the elevator shaft. As the doors close in front of him, he proudly pushes out his chest and grabs the sides of his buttoned shirt. With a quick jerk he pulls it open to reveal a hidden suit beneath. A shield of yellow and red is exposed, the symbol of Superman, the man of tomorrow. "You can count on me, Mr. White," Clark says softly as he shakes his head, allowing a loch of hair to fall freely onto his brow. "Everyone can."
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