"One Universe" RPG SEASON IV SIGN-UP FORM
Screen Name: Matt Murdock
Character you would like to play: Batman, Identity Unknown
Powers: Exactly what this impostor is capable of is unknown, but he seems to be able to do everything Batman can... and better. He is an expect hand-to-hand combatant, formidable with several types of hand-held weapons. He possesses what appears to be a bat-grapple, several batarangs, and smoke-bombs. He lacks access to some of the other equipment Batman has access to, though.
Brief biography of the character's history: Unknown. Ooh, spooky.
List a few reasons why you have chosen that character: He's a part of the Joker's plan and Wieg gave me the okay.
What can you bring to this game?: 100% more Batman-y goodness.
Color and font you plan on using for your character's speech: Impact, 2, black
How many times do you intend on posting a DAY IN the RPG: As many as are 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):
The police and newschoppers are already circling overhead.
Three goons lay on the concrete of the alleyway, struggling to survive. Batman stands over all three of them as light from the chopper cascades over his frame. Behind his cowl, his eyes narrow, and a slight smirk falls upon his face. The action had been intense for several seconds, but, now, it had subsided, and Batman's cape returned to it's position around his figure.
Good.
He stepped backwards, making his way for the shadows, surveying his handiwork. The news choppers were all here for a reason, and, what could he say? Who didn't love being the center of attention?
He took his time as he moved, steadily easing himself into the darkness, doing his best to look like he was simply walking away.
Suddenly, one of the thugs surged to live, picking up a firearm that had been cast aside earlier in the scuffle. Before Batman could react, the henchman had already fired a single shot, directly into his chest.
Batman flew backwards, and slammed hard into a brick wall, and, for a few seconds, nobody made a sound. Even the choppers overhead seemed to be silent as Batman's cape draped itself over his body.
The thug awkwardly scrambled to check if his friends were breathing. One of them was. The other wasn't so fortunate. As he leaned over his friend, he began to cry, more out of anger and panic than out of remorse or regret. A shadow rose eerily over his frame, slipping over his body and onto the pavement. When it caught his eye, he slowly turned, fear lacing his breath.
Batman stood before him, holding the slug from the gun in an open palm. He dropped it carelessly to the ground, and it clanged angrily.
"Hurrgh!"
The man's body sailed out of the alleyway with enough force to collapse the side of a nearby ambulance.
Batman leaped on top of the transport, stood silently for a moment, and withdrew his grapple, firing it into the night. With a heave, he was airborne, with police hot on his tail.
Do you know how to post pictures on the hype boards?: Yep.