Should I get approved, I am dropping Deadpool. In this case, I must send my sincerest apologizes to Sensei, and promise him I will make it up to him in any manner of his choosing. (Yes, I know what I just agreed to.)
"One Universe" RPG SEASON III SIGN-UP FORM
Screen Name: Syn (Mercenary)
Character you would like to play: Venom, Eddie Brock
Powers: The suit grants Eddie the abilities of the webslinger, a limitless supply of webbing, and the suit is able to hide itself forming into clothes or other things to suit it's host.
Brief biography of the character's history: Eddie Brock was a reporter for the Daily Bugle. The story was inacurate, the his sin was revealed. Jonah in all his gracefulness fired Eddie, forcing him to become destitute. Eddie had thougts of suicide and was planning to kill himself. Seeking some kind of direction or sign, he went to a church asking God for forgiveness about his thoughts. There, Spider-Man rid himself of the suit in the bell tower. As the story goes, Eddie found the suit and became possessed by it, having it bond to him.
After the two beings seemed to become one, Eddie learned everything the suit knew. And with this knowledge, he finally had the information he needed to do what he always wanted. To kill Spider-Man.
List a few reasons why you have chosen that character:
1. Venom is a favorite villain of mine.
2. A man conflicted/possessed is always my game.
3. It's simple. To kill, the Spider-Man.
What can you bring to this game?: Myself. And cause this isn't enough to offer on my own, I can bring beer.
In all seriousness, I intend to bring a good spin and story for Eddie, and hope to show his fall in a way that you root for him, yet, you hate to do it.
Color and font you plan on using for your character's speech: [BLACKOUT]Venom will be white blacked out book antiqua[/BLACKOUT]
Brock is black book antiqua
How many times do you intend on posting a DAY IN the RPG: As many as required.
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):
(NOTE: This will not necessarily be my first post)
You want to hear a happy story? You want to hear the tale of some underdog hero; some guy down on his luck who suddenly gets a great gift and decides to use it for good? If that's the type of story you want to know about, then don't come to me. I've lost my way. I've lost my innocence. And somewhere along the way, I lost my conscience too.
As I walk down the streets of New York, I feel a strange sensation. These streets were once mine. I was the top of the town, big reporter, classy guy. Kinda guy other journalists saw and said,
"Damn, if I were him." Yeah, I was living it good. Til Spider-Man. Til Parker. They took something from us. Out dignity. Our pride. Our innocence.
As I quickly walk across the street, I feel a pain in my chest. This isn't emotional, or spiritual. This isn't some voice telling me, "Stop! It's wrong!" No, no. That's not what it is. There is a voice, and I do hear it. But, it's not telling me what I shouldn't do. It's telling me what I will do. What I...deserve to do.
I walk through the front door of the building and make my way through the lobby. A few people call my name, but I ignore them. One man steps in front of me, trying to explain to me I'm not suppossed to be here. I push him to the ground with ease, knocking him down just as Spider-Man did to me. He's no different. No one is. We're all out for blood. Just the way it is.
As I step into the elevator, I rub my chest slowly. I smile for a moment, thinking about the power I have. The abilities I now posess and control. It's so good. Such a feeling. Knowing no one can stop you. This kind of power could go to a man's head. But not mine. No, everything I'm doing now? I planned this out. All of it.
The elevator rings, and I step through the door. As I walk forward down the row of cubicles and desks, I feel the suit rippling across my skin, anxious, just as much as me. I hear the voice in my head calling me, saying,
[BLACKOUT]"Eddie...do this. You do this, now. Show them who you are!" [/BLACKOUT]I obey, knowing that it's what I want. A little encouragement only makes what I have to do this much more fun.
I reach the end of the row and come to one final desk standing in front of a glass office. I know this room well. This is where my life came crashing down on me. I look to the girl in the desk, seeing the frown on her face.
"Eddie, what are you doing back here?" She asks me in a grimace.
"I thought you were told never to come back."
"You know, babe," I say, ignoring her warnings.
"When this is all over, we should get some drinks."
"When...when what, is all over?" She asks confused. I wink at her as I adjust my collar, the feeling of excitement filling my body. I turn to see a man walk through the door from the glass office. It's him. My enemy. My target.
"And, Robbie, I want page seven to have five articles, and try to fit page ten with ads. I know we promised the companies full page ads, but...eh, give them ten percent off and some discount...forget the discount." He says, puffing smoke from his cigar.
"J. Jonah Jameson." I growl with a twisted smile.
"Brock?" He asks in a confused voice.
"Yeah, J.J., it's me." I smile, walking right up to him.
"Edward Brock. You know, the guy you fired." Suddenly my smile fades, replaced by a malicious frown, slowly turning into an angered sneer. I throw my arm forward and grab his scrawny neck in my hand. I lift him off the floor slowly, in front of everyone who sees him as "the boss."
"So, J.J.," I ask in a snarl.
"How've you been?"
"You're...y-you're insane!" He chokes, gasping for air as I increase my grip.
"Good? Aw that's nice, J.J. You know how my life has been?" I ask with a hopeful voice.
"HELL!" I yell in a growl.
"You disgraced me! Turned me into a bum! My life has been a torent of misery ever since!" I calm myself, lowering my tone and slowing my breathing.
"But, heh, luckily, things have changed."
"H-How...a-are t-things n-now?" He asks in a cough, that cowardly smile creeping across his face. I pull him in close to me and bring his face right up to mine. A smile slowly slithers across my face like a snake, the wide grin terrifying.
"Looking up." I state simply. I wind back my arm, and throw Jameson as hard as I can through his office wall. Glass shatters, sending shards of all sizes into the air. People scream in terror as his body hits the back wall of the room, and his limp figure falls to the ground behind his desk. I spit on the ground with malice, and turn to walk back to the elevator.
As I make my way back down the row of desks, a few men grab me, hoping to stop me and be a hero. I hate heroes. I toss them aside like nothing, as if they were mere insects. Their bodies hit the wall with thuds, knocking them out...or possibly worse.
Who am I? Do you really want to know? My story is for the blood thirsty and evil. It is for the vengeful and troubled souls only seeking penance for all the terrible things other's have done to them. Their deeds were like a poison, slowly killing the society we live in. Well, now it's time to bite back. It's time to fight these injustices, beating them down with their own heinous methods.
Eddie Brock is dead. I am not one being anymore. I am something much bigger.
We, are something much bigger. We are that resolve. We are the one who will finally show them all, everyone, what it means to feel fear. Who are we?
[BLACKOUT]"WE ARE VENOM!"[/BLACKOUT]
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