"One Universe" RPG SEASON III SIGN-UP FORM
Screen Name: Eddie Brock
Character you would like to play: Clark Kent/
Superman
Powers: Superstrength; superspeed; flight; invulnerability; heat vision; x-ray vision; superhearing; arctic breath.
Brief biography of the character's history: Kal-El was the last son of Krypton. When Galactus came to destroy his home planet, Kal-El's father, Jor-El, rocketed his son into space to spare his life. Kal-El's spaceship ended up in Smallville, Kansas. There, the infant alien was raised as a human under the name of Clark Kent. The Kents loved Kal-El as though he were their own, and they instilled in him a strong sense of morals and dignity. As he grew older, Clark became aware of latent abilities he possessed. He spent years learning to control this abilities until he realized his purpose. He was destined to use these abilities to help people. Moving to Metropolis and taking a job as a reporter at the Daily Planet, Clark created an alter-ego. Donning a red cape with his family crest on his chest, Clark set out to rid the city - and the world - of evil. He was given the alias Superman, and it became a name that stood for truth, justice, and the American way.
More recently, Clark has found a link to his past in Kara Zor-El, his long-lost cousin. Clark is weary of Kara - due to past experiences with other Kryptonians such as Zod, Non, and Ursa - but he embraces her like family nonetheless. Now, it is
his job to act as a parental figure - a brand new role for a man who has done so much.
List a few reasons why you have chosen that character: Much like Bruce Wayne, Superman exists on many levels. There is Clark Kent as he was for most of his life. Fun-loving, caring, and open-minded. Then, there is the Clark Kent that the people of Metropolis know. Bumbling, clumsy, and mild-mannered. Meanwhile, both of these personalities are overshadowed by his Superman persona. The hero who gives his all to protect the world from those who would do harm. Finally, there is Kal-El - the last son of Krypton. He is alone in this universe - that is...except for one blond Kryptonian girl. In her, Superman sees a chance to have someone who
understands him. Honestly, who
wouldn't want the incredible challenge of portraying all of these personas? Each one is unique, fun, and important to the Superman mythos. This is the guy that started it all, and he has endured until now. There is a reason for that. The reason is that Superman helps us all see the good inside ourselves. He inspires us to do more with our lives, and isn't that an important message?
What can you bring to this game?: The same dedication and understanding I have implemented with Spider-Man will be present here. You have my word that nothing out-of-character will happen on my watch. Truth be told, this is probably the RPG I enjoy the most, and I hope that comes across in my posts. Plus, there is literally a new world of interaction possibilities that I have never hesitated to tap into. I talked to both Byrd and Master Bruce during their runs as Superman, and they have given me - indirectly - many fresh ideas. I hope to prove myself worthy of their legacy.
Color and font you plan on using for your character's speech: Blue Verdana for Clark/
Bold Blue Verdana for Superman
How many times do you intend on posting a DAY IN the RPG: I don't want to give a definite number, but I can assure you that my reliability with Superman will go untested. Like Spider-Man, he's a character I hold so near and dear that I would
never allow myself to fall behind. If I felt I couldn't keep up, I'd trim characters in other RPG's - or I'd let someone else take on the responsibility. Even so, I doubt that would be a problem, to be honest.
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):
(This is taken from my fanfiction work with the Man of Steel, and it is supposed to be his first appearance. Obviously, this doesn't reflect the RPG continuity, but it does show how I intend to write Superman.)
Clark walked briskly over to the elevators, but as he approached, the doors swung open and reporters filed out onto the floor. Clark hung a sharp left and walked over to the pay-phones situated to the left of the elevator doors. He picked up the receiver and pretended to dial while he waited for the elevators to clear out. When the coast was clear, he slammed the receiver down and approached the elevator door. After checking once more, Clark wriggled his fingers into the crease and forced the doors open. He was greeted by an empty elevator shaft. Clark slid his body through the doors and allowed them to slam shut. Finally, some privacy.
Across town, Lois leaned forward in her seat and yelled at her taxi driver.
"C'mon! Keep going! We're only a few blocks away!" It was so typical. Sometimes, Lois felt like she was the only one in this town with a spine. She wasn't afraid to walk right into danger.
The taxi driver shook his head violently. Sweat was beginning to bead on his brow.
"No, lady, this is as close as I'll take you," he explained nervously. The rumbling was louder, and the shaking more pronounced. He knew he had made a mistake by accepting this fare. This woman was clearly crazy. Throwing up his hands, he announced,
"You're on your own!"
Lois sighed frustratedly.
"Fine!" She shoved the money she owed into the taxi driver's hand and stepped out of the taxi. She took care to slam the door on her way out. As she did, something caught her eye. She looked up to the sky, but nothing was there. Even so, Lois could have sworn she saw something. She shook her head and focused on the task at hand. She still had a few more blocks before she could see what was
really going on.
Jimmy positioned himself carefully on the rooftop. While Perry freaked out about Lois's disappearance, Jimmy took the opportunity to sneak out for himself. Jimmy had hopped into his car and driven as close to the rumbling as he could get. Feeling that he was still a safe distance away, Jimmy parked his car and scrambled to the roof of the tallest building in the neighborhood. Jimmy set up his tripod and waited for an opening. In his gut, he got the feeling that something big was about to happen.
Clark didn't know what to make of it. He watched cautiously from a distance as he planned his next move. Clark didn't have many expectations, but this certainly was not one of them. Standing below him, trashing the city, was something that appeared to be an eight-story tall skeleton - made completely of metal. Clark was under the impression that robots were the work of comic books and science fiction movies. Then again, Clark didn't have room to talk - especially considering what he was about to do.
Jimmy peered through his camera's viewfinder when the shaking became much more violent. Jimmy looked up to see the building in front of him about to collapse. Jimmy closed his eyes, hoping for a painless end. However, the building did not crush him. When Jimmy realized he wasn't going to die, he managed to open one eye. The sight was so magnificent that it forced Jimmy to open both eyes and lean forward. A giant robot was rampaging through Metropolis. Surrounding it was a blue and red blur. Jimmy was so dumbfounded that he forgot to get a picture. By the time he remembered the camera, his line of sight was obscured. Jimmy cursed himself.
Clark made another pass, but the robot did not slow down. Clark began to wonder if this thing could even think. Maybe it could communicate. Clark decided to try that. He flew back around and hovered in front of the robot's cold eyes.
"I'm only going to ask you once," Clark announced with newfound confidence. Clark folded his arms.
"Stop at once." No longer speaking in a timid tone, Clark's voice was nothing short of heroic. Even Clark was impressed by it. The robot, however, was not.
The next thing Clark knew, the robot had raised a giant, metallic hand and swatted him away like a simple nuisance. Clark came crashing down into a double-parked SUV. The driver's side of the SUV was totally smashed. Clark was completely unharmed. He had just been dazed by the robot's attack. Luckily, he came back to his senses with just enough time to roll away from a metallic heel. The robot flattened the already broken remains of the SUV. Clark now knew one thing for sure. This thing was trying to kill him.
Clark flew straight up and transferred all of his kinetic energy into one crushing uppercut. The robot's head snapped straight back as Clark came to a halt. Then, with a metallic crunch, the robot's head righted itself. Clark could almost swear that the robot was grimacing. Clark was so focused that he failed to realize that the attack was coming from the side. The robot clapped its hands together, crushing Clark inside.
Jimmy raced along the rooftops to get another clear shot. Normally, he would never be this brave, but the adrenaline was turning him into a totally different person. He leaped fearlessly from one roof to the next - until he finally had an opening. Jimmy fumbled with his camera before lining up the shot. His finger began to depress the button when something happened. Jimmy looked up from his camera as the robot's hands were thrust apart. Jimmy couldn't believe his eyes, but he was sure he could see a man wearing a red cape in between the robot's hands. This time, Jimmy remembered his job, and he lined up the shot again. He pressed the button, but the Auto-Focus kicked in. By the time the camera took the picture, the robot and the caped man had gone tumbling downward - out of frame. Jimmy cursed again.
Clark didn't know what he was doing. As soon as he broke free of the robot's crushing grip, he flew straight forward and tackled the metallic fiend. Clark and the robot crashed down into the street, causing all kinds of collateral damage. Clark realized that he needed to end this before it got any worse. He could never live with himself if someone got hurt.
The robot reached up and grabbed onto two buildings for support. As it squashed the top stories of those buildings, it pulled itself to its feet. The robot had only begun to sit up straight when Clark came bursting through its chest. Scrap metal flew everywhere as Clark took to the skies and turned back around. The robot shuddered uncontrollably. Clark flew down to its level and smiled.
"Missing something?" he asked playfully. Clark held up his hands to reveal the robot's dislodged power core. Clark effortlessly tossed the power core over his shoulder. He hovered closer until he was inches away from the robot's cranium. With a simple flick, the robot collapsed. The day had been won for Clark. But it was not over.
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