I'll take an extra helping of irony!
"One Universe" RPG SEASON II SIGN-UP FORM
Screen Name: Peter Paker
Character you would like to play: Eddie Brock Jr. aka Venom
Powers: All of the powers of Spider-Man, as well as enhanced strength, and a living suit that can store objects, create organic webbing, and change it's outward appearance to suit Brock's needs.
Brief biography of the character's history: When Eddie Brock was actually a good reporter, he wrote a story for the Daily Bugle. Unfortunately, only a small part of this story was true and Spider-Man uncovered Brock's lies. Now, that would be bad enough, but Brock also managed to get fired by J. Johnah Jameson; and he decided that he was going to commit suicide. He went to a church, asking for forgiveness from God for the sin he was about to commit. Turns out, Spider-Man was at the church, too. Yada, yada, yada... Black-suit, Goo, powers... you know the story...
Three reasons why you have chosen that character:
1. Venom gets such a bad wrap as being a character with no depth. He's just some homicidal freak who only wants to go after Spider-Man. In a sense, that's absolutely right, but I'd like to bring another layer of him to the forefront.
2. Forget that "Lethal Protector" garbage. That's going out the window. This Venom's going to hunt down Spider-Man.
3. I like the character.
What can you bring to this game?: A unique take on Venom.
Color and font you plan on using for your character's speech:
Eddie Brock: Black, Comic Sans, Bold
Venom: Black, Comic Sans, Bold, on White
The fonts will develop, the fonts will change, and they will be altered until I find a place where I like them.

I know, I'm a pain.
How many times do you intend on posting a DAY IN the RPG: As many as possible / necessary.
Please provide a small sample post with original content in the style that you plan to write your character in:
"Peter Parker." Brock spat, embracing his new voice, as he was enveloped in darkness.
Soon, he saw through the darkness that had covered him, and was glaring at himself in his bathroom mirror.
The city glowed through the open window behind him, and he touched the glass mirror, almost wondering if what he saw in front of him was real.
"What are you?" He asked. His voice was deep, monstrous even, and his ears weren't used to the sound.
<"Power, Edward. The power to take what you want.">
Brock glared at the Spider-Man symbol on his chest, and grew to loathe it.
He gripped it with both of his hands and heaved downwards, stretching the liquidy legs of the spider around his torso.
As he stared at himself, a few stray tendrils whipping around his body, he felt a sadistic grind on his face.
The grin soon formed on the suit's face, with sickening fangs protruding from it at every angle.
"What do you want, Edward?" The suit said aloud, somehow through his vocal chords.
"Parker. Scared. Alone. Dead."
Brock's reply was simple, and true. At this point, that was all that he wanted.
CRASH!
The window and bricks behind Eddie Brock shattered with ease as he rocketed through them, still unable to fully control the suit.
Focusing less on the suit's outward appearance, Brock was trying to stay alive. Relying mainly on what he'd seen on the news and in pictures, he thrust his hand out, hoping that Spider-Man's trademark webbing would shoot forth.
Puny Parker. What a goddamned *****. How could he not love this?! Brock thought.
A small, white patch formed on the back of his hand, and webbing spewed outwards, catching a nearby building.
<"Just relax, Edward."> The suit said.
Letting the suit do most of the thinking, Brock just looked the part of a webswinger, soon able to preform acrobatics and elegant maneuvers as he raced through the air.
With all of the knowledge of Spider-Man, it wasn't hard.
Soon, though, he heard gunshots, and landed on a rooftop and heard the muffled cries of a violent felony occurring.
As Brock peered over the edge, he saw three or four guys, all around one partially-clad young woman.
"Open her mouth!" One of them anxiously screamed.
"Yeah, get her pants off!"Another man roared, groping the girl.
Sliding down a webline, just as he thought Spider-Man would, Brock stared at the thugs.
"Dammit, it's Spider-Man!"
"Really?" Brock asked cheerfully.
Then, as if on the flip of a coin, he growled,
"I don't see 'im."
Brock held an outstretched hand into the air and webbing rocketed out of his fingers, engulfing the girl's head.
The grunts looked on in shock as her skull slammed into the brick wall, spewing blood all over the alleyway.
"Holy s**t." The first man said, vomiting on himself as the girl's lifeless body slid to the wet, polluted ground.
BLAM!
A bullet slammed into Brock's shoulder. Unsure of what to do, he let go of the web and crashed to the ground in a heap.
He knew he wasn't hurt, but Brock felt his heart racing. The thugs sprinted over to him, still face-down on the pavement, and began pummeling him with whatever they could get their hands on.
The suit absorbed each and every blow until Brock had had enough.
<"Take them out, Brock."> It commanded.
Springing to his feet, Eddie Brock slammed a fist into one of the man's faces, sending him careening to the ground.
Landing in a crouch, Brock didn't stop to give the group a breather, as he slammed his fangs into one man's kneecap.
The third man tried to run, but Brock was already behind him. Just before he had reached the street, Brock pounced. Placed one hand on the man's chin, and the other on his scalp, Brock twisted, turning the man's head around fully. He died with an unceremonious
SNAP!
Brock spun around once more, facing the man with the gun.
<"Watch this."> The suit said.
Brock leaped into the air a split-second before the gun went off, and he crawled along the wall, hopping to and fro, dodging each bullet with ease.
CLICKCLICKCLICK!
"You're out." Brock muttered, only feet away from the man.
Before the man could even throw a punch, Brock had jammed his face into a nearby wall, slamming it over and over again without mercy. The criminal's blood was smeared all over the bricks.
Brock heard the last man crawling through a puddle and sneered.
"Pathetic." He muttered.
Walking back towards the woman, he planted a foot on the man's back, cracking his spine in half.
Draping the back of his hand over the woman's thigh, he heaved downward, removing her jeans with a stream of webbing. He did the same with her shirt.
Rummaging through the garbage, he found a piece of paper and a pen and scrawled a note to the police.
Courtesy,
Your friendly neighborhood SPIDER-MAN!
With a chuckle, he planted it into the girl's crushed skull, doused the area in webbing, and swung away... an inhuman cackle echoing through his voice.
Do you know how to post pictures on the hype boards?: Yes.