One Universe RPG: Season III OOC Thread

[Carnage27]

Hooray! GL is back!

 

[wiegeabo]

Ok, even though I shouldn't, I'm going to be nice and not remove anyone from the roster during the holidays. But the weekend after New Year's, everyone over the 30 day mark is getting removed. And if someone applies for your character in the mean time, I'll give it to them.

Now, if you're stuck waiting for someone, bunny them. Or just take 60 seconds to write a filler post. Anything to let us know that you're still interested in keeping your character.


No posts

More than 30 days without a post
Shlee - Batgirl - 11/05/08
Steve Rogers - Captain America - 11/19/08
Peter Parker - Daredevil - 10/19/08
Shlee - Elektra - 9/27/08
trustyside-kick - Hawkman - 11/17/08
Master Bruce - Iron Man - 11/15/08
Shlee - Starfire - 11/05/08
Peter Parker - Spider-Man - 11/14/08

More than 21 days without a post

More than 14 days without a post
Blacklight - Kyle Rayner - 12/03/08

More than 10 days without a post

 

[Byrd Man]

"One Universe" RPG SEASON III SIGN-UP FORM

Screen Name: The Bogus Byrd

Character you would like to play: Matthew Murdock/Daredevil

Powers: Though blind, Matt Murdock's other senses are heightened to a peak level, allowing him to perform superhuman feats no other person would be able to accomplish. Daredevil is also trained in various forms of street fighting, boxing, and other martial arts.

Brief biography of the character's history:

Blinded by radioactive waste after seeing his father commit an unspeakable act, Matt Murdock found that all his other senses had taken on superhuman levels of acutness.

After his Father was gunned down for not taking a dive, Matt Murdock swore to protect the innocent and weak as Daredevil, the man without fear!

And this from Wiegabo:

"Matt, Elektra, and Bruce all trained under Stick for a while as teenagers. There was sort of a love triangle going on. After Bruce left, they didn't see each other again until Oliver Queen's party last year. Matt and Bruce figured out they're Batman and DD. Elektra hasn't become an assassin yet and doesn't know about them.

Matt and Elektra rekindled their relationship. But it broke apart after Matt started breaking down (too many hard nights and Foggy finding out who DD is). After Foggy yells at Matt for keeping the secret from him, Matt becomes a bit self destructive and even hits the bottle. While drunk, he and Elektra get into an argument and he hits her. She leaves. And his guilt drives him further down."



List a few reasons why you have chosen that character: Daredevil is one of my favorite Marvel characters, the chance to mingle with DC characters is something I can't pass up.

What can you bring to this game?: Decent RPer with a couple of year's experience.

Color and font you plan on using for your character's speech: Trebuchet MS and dark red for Matt Bolded for DD

How many times do you intend on posting a DAY IN the RPG: As much as needed.

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):

From my run in Marvel:

"Daredevil, this is your last warning. Stand down now!"

He tries to sound calm and cool, but I can hear the nervousness in his voice and smell the sweat dripping off his face.

"No, this is your last warning. I hope S.H.I.E.L.D. briefed you on what I can do. That way It won't be a surprise when I'm standing at the edge of the roof and you're all on the ground in fourty-five seconds."

They're not carrying guns or convential weapons. I'd have smelled the gunpowder long ago. It's something else.

From the back of the small troop, I can hear one of them give a faint whimper. I feel the air get warm around my right shoulder as a laser blast singes my suit.

"Oh ****."

I leap from my pearch and flip over the small group of soldiers. Thunder rolls off in the distance and the rain pours down just as the soldiers boots scrap across the ground and turn to face me.

"Get him!"

Whoever's barking out orders, he has a deep voice and sounds like he'll be trouble later on, I've got to take him down first. He's about three heartbeats to my right. I jump in the air and land on the back of one of the soldier's in my way, my weight forces him to the ground. I hear two of his ribs crack as I push off of him and send a roundhouse kick to the face to another soldier on my left. I hear him bite his tounge and his jaw crack as my boot drives into his jaw.

There finally getting wise to me, some start firing at me, some of the blast hit home as I grab the soldier closest to me and use him as a shield. His body goes limp as blast after blast hits him. He's passed out, but his heart's still beating. The leader of the group tries to take me on, I feel the air pushing forward as his meaty fist tries to hit me. I reach up and grab his fist, I sharply twist his arm, it gives a sicking crack as he screams in pain.

Four down, six to go.

I hear one of the soldier's footsteps get close to me as he charges me, I sidestep him and hold out my arm, he gasps for air as his neck connects with my arm. His heavy body makes a dull thud as he lands on the hard rooftop.

"Where is he? I can't see him."

"All this goddamn rain."

"God?"

I shoot a line out of my billy club, the cable wraps around his waist and I pull the soldier in. My hands are around his neck as I hold him up to my face.

"Don't speak that name in my prescence. God doesn't dare come here, this is my land. The devil's playground."

I headbutt him in the head, his body goes limp, I don't know if it was the fear or the headbutt that did him in, but either way it's another one down. I put the body to good use, throwing it on two of the soldiers to my right.

Only three soldiers are left now, I can hear two sets of footsteps coming in fast. Two of them try to rush me at the same time. I leap in the air and grab their heads midjump, ramming them together. Their heads make a dull thud as the fall to the ground. Only one soldier remains.

"You."

"Me?"

"Yes, you. I keep you awake for one reason, to see what I have done. Nine of your friends and at my last count, two broken ribs, two broken arm bones, three concussions and one bruised lung."

I name off the injuries like a morbid version of the tweleve days of Chrsitmas. The soldier's heart slows down, he's getting calmer and calmer.

"Who had the bruised lung?"

"You."

That's when I toss my billy club at him. Air pours out his lungs as his knees hit the ground and he gasps for air. I walk over to him and listen to him gasp and groan.

"Tell President Stark, I regretfully decline his offer to join him and the US goverment."

The gravel crunches underneath my feet as I walk to the edge of the rooftop.

"I was wrong, it only took my fourty-three seconds to get to the edge of the roof."

I shoot a line out the billy club and wait for it to catch. I swing off the roof and into the stormy night. I wish that I could call it a night after that, but I can't. Somewhere, an innocent young man is sitting in a jail while his guilty "friend" walks as a free man. It's up to me to give him justice.

Because if I don't, nobody will.


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[wiegeabo]

"One Universe" RPG SEASON III SIGN-UP FORM

Screen Name: The Bogus Byrd

Character you would like to play: Matthew Murdock/Daredevil

Powers: Though blind, Matt Murdock's other senses are heightened to a peak level, allowing him to perform superhuman feats no other person would be able to accomplish. Daredevil is also trained in various forms of street fighting, boxing, and other martial arts.

Brief biography of the character's history:

Blinded by radioactive waste after seeing his father commit an unspeakable act, Matt Murdock found that all his other senses had taken on superhuman levels of acutness.

After his Father was gunned down for not taking a dive, Matt Murdock swore to protect the innocent and weak as Daredevil, the man without fear!

And this from Wiegabo:

"Matt, Elektra, and Bruce all trained under Stick for a while as teenagers. There was sort of a love triangle going on. After Bruce left, they didn't see each other again until Oliver Queen's party last year. Matt and Bruce figured out they're Batman and DD. Elektra hasn't become an assassin yet and doesn't know about them.

Matt and Elektra rekindled their relationship. But it broke apart after Matt started breaking down (too many hard nights and Foggy finding out who DD is). After Foggy yells at Matt for keeping the secret from him, Matt becomes a bit self destructive and even hits the bottle. While drunk, he and Elektra get into an argument and he hits her. She leaves. And his guilt drives him further down."



List a few reasons why you have chosen that character: Daredevil is one of my favorite Marvel characters, the chance to mingle with DC characters is something I can't pass up.

What can you bring to this game?: Decent RPer with a couple of year's experience.

Color and font you plan on using for your character's speech: Trebuchet MS and dark red for Matt Bolded for DD

How many times do you intend on posting a DAY IN the RPG: As much as needed.

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):

From my run in Marvel:

"Daredevil, this is your last warning. Stand down now!"

He tries to sound calm and cool, but I can hear the nervousness in his voice and smell the sweat dripping off his face.

"No, this is your last warning. I hope S.H.I.E.L.D. briefed you on what I can do. That way It won't be a surprise when I'm standing at the edge of the roof and you're all on the ground in fourty-five seconds."

They're not carrying guns or convential weapons. I'd have smelled the gunpowder long ago. It's something else.

From the back of the small troop, I can hear one of them give a faint whimper. I feel the air get warm around my right shoulder as a laser blast singes my suit.

"Oh ****."

I leap from my pearch and flip over the small group of soldiers. Thunder rolls off in the distance and the rain pours down just as the soldiers boots scrap across the ground and turn to face me.

"Get him!"

Whoever's barking out orders, he has a deep voice and sounds like he'll be trouble later on, I've got to take him down first. He's about three heartbeats to my right. I jump in the air and land on the back of one of the soldier's in my way, my weight forces him to the ground. I hear two of his ribs crack as I push off of him and send a roundhouse kick to the face to another soldier on my left. I hear him bite his tounge and his jaw crack as my boot drives into his jaw.

There finally getting wise to me, some start firing at me, some of the blast hit home as I grab the soldier closest to me and use him as a shield. His body goes limp as blast after blast hits him. He's passed out, but his heart's still beating. The leader of the group tries to take me on, I feel the air pushing forward as his meaty fist tries to hit me. I reach up and grab his fist, I sharply twist his arm, it gives a sicking crack as he screams in pain.

Four down, six to go.

I hear one of the soldier's footsteps get close to me as he charges me, I sidestep him and hold out my arm, he gasps for air as his neck connects with my arm. His heavy body makes a dull thud as he lands on the hard rooftop.

"Where is he? I can't see him."

"All this goddamn rain."

"God?"

I shoot a line out of my billy club, the cable wraps around his waist and I pull the soldier in. My hands are around his neck as I hold him up to my face.

"Don't speak that name in my prescence. God doesn't dare come here, this is my land. The devil's playground."

I headbutt him in the head, his body goes limp, I don't know if it was the fear or the headbutt that did him in, but either way it's another one down. I put the body to good use, throwing it on two of the soldiers to my right.

Only three soldiers are left now, I can hear two sets of footsteps coming in fast. Two of them try to rush me at the same time. I leap in the air and grab their heads midjump, ramming them together. Their heads make a dull thud as the fall to the ground. Only one soldier remains.

"You."

"Me?"

"Yes, you. I keep you awake for one reason, to see what I have done. Nine of your friends and at my last count, two broken ribs, two broken arm bones, three concussions and one bruised lung."

I name off the injuries like a morbid version of the tweleve days of Chrsitmas. The soldier's heart slows down, he's getting calmer and calmer.

"Who had the bruised lung?"

"You."

That's when I toss my billy club at him. Air pours out his lungs as his knees hit the ground and he gasps for air. I walk over to him and listen to him gasp and groan.

"Tell President Stark, I regretfully decline his offer to join him and the US goverment."

The gravel crunches underneath my feet as I walk to the edge of the rooftop.

"I was wrong, it only took my fourty-three seconds to get to the edge of the roof."

I shoot a line out the billy club and wait for it to catch. I swing off the roof and into the stormy night. I wish that I could call it a night after that, but I can't. Somewhere, an innocent young man is sitting in a jail while his guilty "friend" walks as a free man. It's up to me to give him justice.

Because if I don't, nobody will.


Do you know how to post pictures on the hype boards?:

Well, I wasn't expecting it so fast, but I'll stick by what I said.

Approved.

 

[Byrd Man]

Well, I wasn't expecting it so fast, but I'll stick by what I said.

Approved.

Thanks, wieg. I mean, it's not really that hard to shoot out an app.

 

[Batman]

Well, I wasn't expecting it so fast

That's what she said.

 

[wiegeabo]

That's what she said.

That's Byrd for you. Fast and unexpected. Or unexpectedly fast.

 

[Byrd Man]

That's Byrd for you. Fast and unexpected. Or unexpectedly fast.

Don't forget the part where I roll up into a ball and cry.

 

[Batman]

After a few weeks of convincing myself otherwise, I've decided I'm just going to drop Iron Man. I've been uninterested in writing him for the longest time, but I didn't feel I could drop out in the middle of the arc, since I dragged wieg and Steve Rogers/Syn into it. But I'd rather quit while the arc's in the earliest stages than lead them into it with a bunch of filler stuff.

New app's going up soon. This time, for a guy who doesn't easily play well with others...

 

[wiegeabo]

You're applying as yourself?

 

[wiegeabo]

I'm also going to add all those characters past the one month mark back to the available list on the front page. That way any new players will see them as available.

 

[Blacklight]

"One Universe" RPG SEASON III SIGN-UP FORM

Screen Name: Blacklight

Character you would like to play: Tony Stark, the Invincible Iron Man.

Powers: Through a powerful suit of exo-skeletal armor utilizing his repulsor technology, Tony Stark's suit grants him the abilities of flight, increased strength, and powerful repulsor energy blasts.

Brief biography of the character's history: After being the victim of a brutal missile attack, resulting in many shards of shrapnel being lodged into his heart, Tony Stark became a prisoner, forced to build weapons for the terrorists that held him captive, until he built a device that managed to keep the shrapnel from reaching his heart, and with it, an extraordinary suit of armor that he used to escape imprisonment and begin his superhero career as the Invincible Iron Man.

List a few reasons why you have chosen that character: Iron Man is hands down one of my favorite Marvel superheroes, and I have waited for the oppurtunity to portray him since I've joined this community, and now might be my chance.

What can you bring to this game?: I was hoping I could bring a darn good Tony Stark.

Color and font you plan on using for your character's speech: Red Arial Bold for Tony, Red System for Iron Man

How many times do you intend on posting a DAY IN the RPG: As many as possible

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):

"Sir..." Edwin Jarvis interrupted, after entering his employers office.

"What is it, Jarvis?" Tony Stark replied, still focusing his eyes on the records handed to him from his faithful secretary of his latest sales.

"There's a phonecall on line-one from a Miss Virginia Potts for you, sir."

"Thank you, Jarvis."

Tony sighed before he pressed the button on his telephone that sat patiently on his desk, and bringing the reciever to his ear.

"Mr. Stark?"

"Yes, Pepper?"

"I just recieved a phonecall from a Whitney Frost regarding a proposition she wanted to run by you. Should I arrange a meeting?"

"Sir..." Jarvis interrupted again.

"Hold on a sec, Pep..." Tony asked, covering the mouthpiece with his hand. "What now, Jarvis?"

Jarvis simply pointed to the wall-sized window behind Tony, and Tony turned around in his chair to see a small explosion down below, and a man with a red and silver suit of armor, similar to his own, nearby. Tony quickly removed his hand from the mouthpiece in haste...

"Pepper? You still there?"

"Yes, Tony."

"Good. Tell this Whitney person that I'm available Friday, and while you're at it, cancel all meetings for the next couple hours. Someone apparently needs an ass-kicking..."

"Yes, Mr. Stark." she finished, hanging up on her end, before Tony did the same.

"Jarvis..."

"Yes, Mr. Stark?"

"Prepare the suit." Tony stated, getting up from his desk.

"Yes, sir. Anything else, sir?"

"Yeah..." Tony said, pulling a secret lever on his office wall, revealing the entrance to his Iron Man lab.

"Get me a scotch. Something tells me I'm gonna need it..."


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[wiegeabo]

"One Universe" RPG SEASON III SIGN-UP FORM

Screen Name: Blacklight

Character you would like to play: Tony Stark, the Invincible Iron Man.

Powers: Through a powerful suit of exo-skeletal armor utilizing his repulsor technology, Tony Stark's suit grants him the abilities of flight, increased strength, and powerful repulsor energy blasts.

Brief biography of the character's history: After being the victim of a brutal missile attack, resulting in many shards of shrapnel being lodged into his heart, Tony Stark became a prisoner, forced to build weapons for the terrorists that held him captive, until he built a device that managed to keep the shrapnel from reaching his heart, and with it, an extraordinary suit of armor that he used to escape imprisonment and begin his superhero career as the Invincible Iron Man.

List a few reasons why you have chosen that character: Iron Man is hands down one of my favorite Marvel superheroes, and I have waited for the oppurtunity to portray him since I've joined this community, and now might be my chance.

What can you bring to this game?: I was hoping I could bring a darn good Tony Stark.

Color and font you plan on using for your character's speech: Red Arial Bold for Tony, Red System for Iron Man

How many times do you intend on posting a DAY IN the RPG: As many as possible

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):

"Sir..." Edwin Jarvis interrupted, after entering his employers office.

"What is it, Jarvis?" Tony Stark replied, still focusing his eyes on the records handed to him from his faithful secretary of his latest sales.

"There's a phonecall on line-one from a Miss Virginia Potts for you, sir."

"Thank you, Jarvis."

Tony sighed before he pressed the button on his telephone that sat patiently on his desk, and bringing the reciever to his ear.

"Mr. Stark?"

"Yes, Pepper?"

"I just recieved a phonecall from a Whitney Frost regarding a proposition she wanted to run by you. Should I arrange a meeting?"

"Sir..." Jarvis interrupted again.

"Hold on a sec, Pep..." Tony asked, covering the mouthpiece with his hand. "What now, Jarvis?"

Jarvis simply pointed to the wall-sized window behind Tony, and Tony turned around in his chair to see a small explosion down below, and a man with a red and silver suit of armor, similar to his own, nearby. Tony quickly removed his hand from the mouthpiece in haste...

"Pepper? You still there?"

"Yes, Tony."

"Good. Tell this Whitney person that I'm available Friday, and while you're at it, cancel all meetings for the next couple hours. Someone apparently needs an ass-kicking..."

"Yes, Mr. Stark." she finished, hanging up on her end, before Tony did the same.

"Jarvis..."

"Yes, Mr. Stark?"

"Prepare the suit." Tony stated, getting up from his desk.

"Yes, sir. Anything else, sir?"

"Yeah..." Tony said, pulling a secret lever on his office wall, revealing the entrance to his Iron Man lab.

"Get me a scotch. Something tells me I'm gonna need it..."


Do you know how to post pictures on the hype boards?:

Approved

 

[wiegeabo]

trusty, if you're still around, got some roster changes for you.

Remove Cyclops
Byrd Man is Daredevil
Remove Green Arrow
Blacklight is Iron Man
Remove Wonder Woman
Remove Hulk
Remove Devos the Devistator

 

[Blacklight]

Approved

Sweet. Reply coming your way, wieg, and a Kyle post as soon as possible too.

 

[Matt Murdock]

Isn't there a 24-Hour grace period with dropped character, Wiegabo?

 

[wiegeabo]

Actually, when it's a big character, I think you're right. Gives everyone a chance to apply.

So in Stark's case, I do need to give others a chance to apply.


As for those over the month limit, I've been repeatedly asking for weeks now. I think that's grace period enough.

 

[Matt Murdock]

Oh, absolutely. Characters that are taken away and made unavailable as per the rules are up for grabs. As for those who're dropped, they're the ones who get the 24-hour period.

 

[Matt Murdock]

Your move, Wiegabo.

 

[Keyser Soze]

Awesome Joker posts, PP.

 

[Shlee]

I'm going to try to get an Elektra post up, but I'm officially dropping Starfire. I'm just not feeling it, and it's part of the reason I haven't really been posting at all. PS, I'll be gone from late night tomorrow night until Sunday afternoon. I have to go to Oregon for Christmas and visit my grandmother. -_-;;

So I'll try to get Elektra post up tonight so I'm good till Sunday.

 

[wiegeabo]

Much appreciated. Glad you're sticking with us. We've lost too many other good players as it is.

So I guess that means I can go have Batman kick Joker's ass while you're away?


Oh, and BL is officially approved as Iron Man.

 

[Matt Murdock]

Awesome Joker posts, PP.

Thanks, Keyser.

Much appreciated. Glad you're sticking with us. We've lost too many other good players as it is.

So I guess that means I can go have Batman kick Joker's ass while you're away?

Must you put me down like this at every chance you get? *******!




:heart:

 

[Batman]

"One Universe" RPG SEASON III SIGN-UP FORM

Screen Name: Master Bruce

Character you would like to play: The Punisher

Powers: None. But after surviving both the Gulf War and a career as a New York City police officer, Frank Castle became an expert marksman, tactician, demolitionist, extortionist, and hand-to-hand combatant.

Brief biography of the character's history: Enlisting in the army at a young age, Frank Castle unknowingly entered hell on Earth when he was voluntarily drafted to war. Apart of a small platoon stationed in Iraq, Castle took matters into his own hands when his group was stranded into enemy territory during their trip back to home base. Defending thirteen wounded soliders by killing off enemy troops, Castle eventually managed to send out a code S.O.S to the United States, successfully calling on air support and getting his platoon out of harm's way. For this act of selfless bravery, Castle was honored with a purple heart and many other medals of honor.

Following the war, however, everything changed. Learning that his wife, Maria, was pregnant with twins, Frank quit the army and turned down offers from the Marine Corps to settle down with a simpler job. But Frank's talents could only go so far, and soon, the family relocated to New York, where Frank enlisted in the Police Academy. It was there that he learned how to stake out drug fronts, interrogate dealers, and embark on undercover work. Becoming a member of the SVU, Frank soon became the precinct's star officer. But with fame came a price, as Castle's unit hunted down a notorious mob boss linked to half the city's trades - Don Ceasre, a 99 year old head of the Ceasre crime family.

Finally taking down Ceasre's youngest son, Frank was promoted to Captain and honored with a nickname by his fellow officers: 'The Punisher', due to the high number of the criminals he had taken down during the case. But Frank was more content with a different title, that of husband and father. That weekend, the Castle's celebrated Frank's son's seventh birthday... an event that would take a tragic turn. With a hit ordered on Frank Castle's head by an enraged Don Ceasre, the bullets that were meant for Frank himself ended up killing his wife and children, turning Frank's life of bliss into a cold nightmare. Ultimately surviving the attack, Frank Castle disappeared, thought to be dead with his family.

But as Ceasre gloated, the bodies began to pile high. After two straight years of mob related deaths, each one more gruesome than the last, Ceasre was finally looking over his shoulder in fear. And on his 100th birthday, as his family was gathered in celebration, vicious irony set in as the party was interrupted by a hail of bullets and explosives, killing each and every member of the criminal family before the old man's eyes. The last thing Don Ceasre would see is the returned Frank Castle, armed with a semi-automatic and strapped with a small arsenal of weapons, his gun aimed directly at the mobster's temple. From that day forward, Castle was dead. The Punisher was born.

List a few reasons why you have chosen that character: Frank is possibly the most violent anti-hero either company has to offer, and while I do love character development, sometimes you just need a character you can have fun with. And hell, blowing up people to little bits and pieces? That's the most fun a guy could have.

Oh, I plan to develop The Punisher's supporting cast too, I guess...

What can you bring to this game?: Cookies. Lots of cookies.

Spoiler

Laced with poison...

Color and font you plan on using for your character's speech: Century Gothic, Bold, Black

How many times do you intend on posting a DAY IN the RPG: Once a day.

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):

War Journal, entry 921.

The scum in this city are getting restless. Getting cockier. The drug trades went away for awhile, but no one was surprised by a return. And with the seven families still in town, it was only a matter of time before they got some enforcement. Between the Gnucci's truce with the Pizzi's and the Salvatore gang eliminating their competition, the dealers and the users have more protection than ever. And the people who pay the price? The innocents living in their terrorities. Last week, there were a reported sixteen civillian casualties as a result of crossfire between rival dealers, and this week, the number only rises. The police? They try not to interfere, afraid they'll only add to those numbers if the gangs retaliate. Makes me sick. Makes me want to hurt someone.

So I decided to treat myself.

After jamming a rusted crowbar into a user's skull, his buddies were quick to relay me to the nearest supplier for their goods. It seemed Pier 47 was the talk of the town. Lot of shady operations, but nothing confirmed. Nothing to guage a reaction. The perfect hideaway for the boys who want power over the men looking for a high, at the cost of a few dozen lives and unrecorded OD's. Naturally, I had to pack on the sleek stuff. 43. automatics, 33. Colts., a Remington rifle, and a couple flashbangers. Nothing fancy, sure, but when you're going against young twenty somethings hopped up on god knows what, you don't need the heavy artilery or the high in advance. Just the fast, and the precise.

By the time I made it to the docks, it was closing hour. Their customers had been kicked out of the plant, told to come back tommorow, and the owners were counting their earnings for the night. Didn't leave me with much time to make my way in in. The security that the gangland shootouts had provoked them to hire up didn't help matters. But there's a good thing about people who work for drug dealers - they're not immune to the filth that their employers push. And stumbling on an outside crate full of the powder mixes gave me an idea.

Strapping five of the plastic bags to a flash charge each, I made my way around, setting them in order around where the guards were stationed. Each bag had to weigh a pound or two... plenty to take out a college kid for the rest of the night, much less distract these idiots. Getting to a safe distance, I took out a noseplug from my belt and stuck it in, before igniting the charge. Sure enough, the front of the compound bursted into a cloud of white smoke, choking and blinding every guard within it's reach. Strapping on the heat sensory goggles, I loaded the guns and went in, blasting away the first two with less than half a round.

*BLAMBLAMBLAM*

The second came to quick, telling me that these guys didn't just employ bouncers... they hired their customers, too. The first one that got a look at me as my bullet hit his partner's hand instantly recoiled. Funny thing. I recognized him, too. We had ran into eachother earlier in the week, when I took out his brother's eye. They were Meth users, selling their goods to teenagers. Looks like I found my first rat in the gutter.

Instead of wasting him away, I discarded the rifle and grabbed him by the neck, holding him over the edge of the docks. The freezing December harbor water combined with a system of senses just kicked wide open by a kilogram of cocaine. You do the math. And luckily, so did he.

"P... Please! Please, I just take orders!"

"I know,", I replied, pressing him over the guard rail. "That's why I'm sure you're gonna come in handy."

He was already starting to sweat. And I haven't even loosened my grip. "Wh... what'd you wanna know, man? Anything. Just, please. Please don't kill me."

"Your bosses are getting their supplies in from outside of the city. Who's paying the tab?"

He shakes his head. "N-Nah, man. I'd rather get shot."

"Shot, drowned...", I remarked, bitterly, letting him slip part of the way. "Doesn't make much of a difference."

He started to quiver. A wet spot was forming on his pants. He was about to break.

"Only if you promise not to let me fall! Please!"

I hesitate, but nod. He begins to spill. "O-Okay. I've only heard things from the other gguys, b-but they said the shipments are comin' in weekly from Metropolis."

I let him slip a bit more. Seems he didn't understand the question. "Who from Metropolis?"

"AGH! I... I don't... his name's Edge! Morgan Edge! Please, I swear, that's all I know."

Edge? I've heard the name. Big buisness type. Too big for a drug operation like this. But that's how it usually goes... the big hands in the smaller pockets. Keeps the cops away and the public skeptical. These are the guys that usually walk free. This Edge guy, though... I'll have to make sure he's not one of them.

Grabbing the punk, I pull him up and throw him onto the docks. He breathes a sigh of relief, thinking I'm finished with him. But his breathing stops when I take out the 43. and aim it at his temple.

"Wh... what? Waitaminute! You said you wouldn't kill me!"

I scowl, pulling the hammer. "I said I wouldn't let you fall."

"Nah, man! This ain't right! You're one of those costumed guys! You guys don't kill! You don't-"

*BLAM*

I look down at his corpse, as his body goes rigid and cold. I spared him seconds, maybe even minutes of pain for what he told me. Not that he'd appreciate it.

"I'm not one of those guys."

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"One Universe" RPG SEASON III SIGN-UP FORM

Screen Name: Master Bruce

Character you would like to play: The Punisher

Powers: None. But after surviving both the Gulf War and a career as a New York City police officer, Frank Castle became an expert marksman, tactician, demolitionist, extortionist, and hand-to-hand combatant.

Brief biography of the character's history: Enlisting in the army at a young age, Frank Castle unknowingly entered hell on Earth when he was voluntarily drafted to war. Apart of a small platoon stationed in Iraq, Castle took matters into his own hands when his group was stranded into enemy territory during their trip back to home base. Defending thirteen wounded soliders by killing off enemy troops, Castle eventually managed to send out a code S.O.S to the United States, successfully calling on air support and getting his platoon out of harm's way. For this act of selfless bravery, Castle was honored with a purple heart and many other medals of honor.

Following the war, however, everything changed. Learning that his wife, Maria, was pregnant with twins, Frank quit the army and turned down offers from the Marine Corps to settle down with a simpler job. But Frank's talents could only go so far, and soon, the family relocated to New York, where Frank enlisted in the Police Academy. It was there that he learned how to stake out drug fronts, interrogate dealers, and embark on undercover work. Becoming a member of the SVU, Frank soon became the precinct's star officer. But with fame came a price, as Castle's unit hunted down a notorious mob boss linked to half the city's trades - Don Ceasre, a 99 year old head of the Ceasre crime family.

Finally taking down Ceasre's youngest son, Frank was promoted to Captain and honored with a nickname by his fellow officers: 'The Punisher', due to the high number of the criminals he had taken down during the case. But Frank was more content with a different title, that of husband and father. That weekend, the Castle's celebrated Frank's son's seventh birthday... an event that would take a tragic turn. With a hit ordered on Frank Castle's head by an enraged Don Ceasre, the bullets that were meant for Frank himself ended up killing his wife and children, turning Frank's life of bliss into a cold nightmare. Ultimately surviving the attack, Frank Castle disappeared, thought to be dead with his family.

But as Ceasre gloated, the bodies began to pile high. After two straight years of mob related deaths, each one more gruesome than the last, Ceasre was finally looking over his shoulder in fear. And on his 100th birthday, as his family was gathered in celebration, vicious irony set in as the party was interrupted by a hail of bullets and explosives, killing each and every member of the criminal family before the old man's eyes. The last thing Don Ceasre would see is the returned Frank Castle, armed with a semi-automatic and strapped with a small arsenal of weapons, his gun aimed directly at the mobster's temple. From that day forward, Castle was dead. The Punisher was born.

List a few reasons why you have chosen that character: Frank is possibly the most violent anti-hero either company has to offer, and while I do love character development, sometimes you just need a character you can have fun with. And hell, blowing up people to little bits and pieces? That's the most fun a guy could have.

Oh, I plan to develop The Punisher's supporting cast too, I guess...

What can you bring to this game?: Cookies. Lots of cookies.

Spoiler

Laced with poison...

Color and font you plan on using for your character's speech: Century Gothic, Bold, Black

How many times do you intend on posting a DAY IN the RPG: Once a day.

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):

War Journal, entry 921.

The scum in this city are getting restless. Getting cockier. The drug trades went away for awhile, but no one was surprised by a return. And with the seven families still in town, it was only a matter of time before they got some enforcement. Between the Gnucci's truce with the Pizzi's and the Salvatore gang eliminating their competition, the dealers and the users have more protection than ever. And the people who pay the price? The innocents living in their terrorities. Last week, there were a reported sixteen civillian casualties as a result of crossfire between rival dealers, and this week, the number only rises. The police? They try not to interfere, afraid they'll only add to those numbers if the gangs retaliate. Makes me sick. Makes me want to hurt someone.

So I decided to treat myself.

After jamming a rusted crowbar into a user's skull, his buddies were quick to relay me to the nearest supplier for their goods. It seemed Pier 47 was the talk of the town. Lot of shady operations, but nothing confirmed. Nothing to guage a reaction. The perfect hideaway for the boys who want power over the men looking for a high, at the cost of a few dozen lives and unrecorded OD's. Naturally, I had to pack on the sleek stuff. 43. automatics, 33. Colts., a Remington rifle, and a couple flashbangers. Nothing fancy, sure, but when you're going against young twenty somethings hopped up on god knows what, you don't need the heavy artilery or the high in advance. Just the fast, and the precise.

By the time I made it to the docks, it was closing hour. Their customers had been kicked out of the plant, told to come back tommorow, and the owners were counting their earnings for the night. Didn't leave me with much time to make my way in in. The security that the gangland shootouts had provoked them to hire up didn't help matters. But there's a good thing about people who work for drug dealers - they're not immune to the filth that their employers push. And stumbling on an outside crate full of the powder mixes gave me an idea.

Strapping five of the plastic bags to a flash charge each, I made my way around, setting them in order around where the guards were stationed. Each bag had to weigh a pound or two... plenty to take out a college kid for the rest of the night, much less distract these idiots. Getting to a safe distance, I took out a noseplug from my belt and stuck it in, before igniting the charge. Sure enough, the front of the compound bursted into a cloud of white smoke, choking and blinding every guard within it's reach. Strapping on the heat sensory goggles, I loaded the guns and went in, blasting away the first two with less than half a round.

*BLAMBLAMBLAM*

The second came to quick, telling me that these guys didn't just employ bouncers... they hired their customers, too. The first one that got a look at me as my bullet hit his partner's hand instantly recoiled. Funny thing. I recognized him, too. We had ran into eachother earlier in the week, when I took out his brother's eye. They were Meth users, selling their goods to teenagers. Looks like I found my first rat in the gutter.

Instead of wasting him away, I discarded the rifle and grabbed him by the neck, holding him over the edge of the docks. The freezing December harbor water combined with a system of senses just kicked wide open by a kilogram of cocaine. You do the math. And luckily, so did he.

"P... Please! Please, I just take orders!"

"I know,", I replied, pressing him over the guard rail. "That's why I'm sure you're gonna come in handy."

He was already starting to sweat. And I haven't even loosened my grip. "Wh... what'd you wanna know, man? Anything. Just, please. Please don't kill me."

"Your bosses are getting their supplies in from outside of the city. Who's paying the tab?"

He shakes his head. "N-Nah, man. I'd rather get shot."

"Shot, drowned...", I remarked, bitterly, letting him slip part of the way. "Doesn't make much of a difference."

He started to quiver. A wet spot was forming on his pants. He was about to break.

"Only if you promise not to let me fall! Please!"

I hesitate, but nod. He begins to spill. "O-Okay. I've only heard things from the other gguys, b-but they said the shipments are comin' in weekly from Metropolis."

I let him slip a bit more. Seems he didn't understand the question. "Who from Metropolis?"

"AGH! I... I don't... his name's Edge! Morgan Edge! Please, I swear, that's all I know."

Edge? I've heard the name. Big buisness type. Too big for a drug operation like this. But that's how it usually goes... the big hands in the smaller pockets. Keeps the cops away and the public skeptical. These are the guys that usually walk free. This Edge guy, though... I'll have to make sure he's not one of them.

Grabbing the punk, I pull him up and throw him onto the docks. He breathes a sigh of relief, thinking I'm finished with him. But his breathing stops when I take out the 43. and aim it at his temple.

"Wh... what? Waitaminute! You said you wouldn't kill me!"

I scowl, pulling the hammer. "I said I wouldn't let you fall."

"Nah, man! This ain't right! You're one of those costumed guys! You guys don't kill! You don't-"

*BLAM*

I look down at his corpse, as his body goes rigid and cold. I spared him seconds, maybe even minutes of pain for what he told me. Not that he'd appreciate it.

"I'm not one of those guys."

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