Singular Universe: Brave New World Character Application:
Character Name: Thaddeus Bach - Space Ghost
Alignment (Hero, Villain, Walking the Line): Hero
Character Speech Color and Font (actually say what it is, like Blue Comic Sans): Red Franklin Gothic Medium
Powers and Abilities:
Flight
Super strength
Enhanced agility
Enhanced stamina
Teleportation
Belt that grants Invisibility
Power Bands give an assortment of energy powers and abilities
Also, he's an attractive male.
Character Origin/Major Events:
Left for dead on a barren planet, Thaddeus Bach was found by an alien weapons designer who nursed him back to health. Using his new friend's final inventions, Thaddeus chose to seek vengeance against evildoers as Space Ghost.
Why this character?:
Had a major hard on for Space Ghost since I was a kid. His lore has so much potential that is under used.
What can you bring to the RPG?:
I'm just really interested in writing Space Ghost. It answers the question, "What if Batman were in Space?"
Provide a short sample post as your desired character, in three paragraphs or more and featuring at least one line of dialogue:
Earth, Gotham
Foot steps. Four sets including my own. Unique, however, commonplace. I've heard the sound of boots against the streets of cities all across the cosmos and yet, no matter what system I visit - they still sound the same. I'm no stranger to change. It comes with the territory. But sometimes, it can be comforting to be reminded of the familiar. Even something as subtle as this.
"Sacrifice," the female earthling speaks. She tells me her name is Margaret Sawyer. An enforcer of Earth law in the governmental system known as Gotham. She stands at the forefront of the group. She stares at the obscene scene before us - analyzing every detail. A body strung upside down - nailed to the wall in what the Earthlings call a crucifixion. Strange script is carved into the skin. I know 20 dialects across the stars, and yet, to me this language is alien. A moment's time passes and her head turns to face the rest of us.
"Far from human, though," she grins.
Another member of the team approaches the crime scene. A cool breeze comes over my skin as he passes. Not wearing my suit is strange to me. It makes me feel exposed. Not until this case had I realized how attached I'd become to that mask. So much so that I have begun to wonder if time and circumstance hasn't caused me to unintentionally fall into my own mythos. Or, is it a psychosis?
"Agreed, Detective Sawyer. This being may have once been human, but he is far from that now." Jason Blood. I'm told he's the authority on all things supernatural on this planet. I've encountered magic before. Interesting that, just like language, science, religion, and law, each system - each planet - has it's own type. A native way of explaining or understanding another layer of our universe.
"What is he now?"
Blood's jaw tightens.
"Nothing."
Sawyer frowns.
"Can you give a straight answer for once?"
"Ask the right questions and I will give you the answers you want," he retorts.
"Alright, alright, alright, settle down, crew." The fourth member of our party steps forward to mitigate the brewing argument. He's done this before. He recognizes the signs. He calls himself Booster Gold. He tells me he's from the future. Strangely, I trust his word. After what I've seen, I could believe anything these days.
"Jason, if he is presently nothing, and was originally human, what did he used to be then?"
Jason's tone is cold, almost as much as his aura.
"A portal," he tells us.
"I think we found our smoking gun, then."
"No. The etchings on his body. This was an incomplete incantation."
"So they failed to summon the Demon Wizard?"
Jason extends his hand to the head-dress, now fused, to the victim's head. The humans tell me it is the skull of a creature known as a ram. I think I find the swirl of the beast's horns the most fascinating.
"Yes. It seems they were interrupted."
The air tightens as the group's frustration becomes palpable. Another bread crumb. Another body. And it feels as if we're no closer to uncovering the perpetrator than we were when Booster first brought us all together.
"Great, the hunt continues. Let's go-"
"Wait," Maggie says. She grabs a device from her belt and shines a light onto the wall behind the body. As the orb illuminates the brick work, something catches my eye. She turns to me with a grin,
"You see it too, don't you?" She asks me.
"Yes."
There's something special about her. Her ability to notice the insignificant details in me that no one else ever sees. It's almost as if we resonate on the same wavelength - a shared plane of reality only we occupy. Another reason I feel naked without my suit - without the mask. Insecure, yes. But my history validates the sentiment.
I pull back the arm of my jacket to expose the power band on my left arm. I press the appropriate pattern and shine a beam of highly excited photons at a resonance the beings of this planet have yet to discover. The energy hits the wall, overlapping Maggie's light, to reveal a pattern hidden from plain view. Together we trace the outline until the image becomes revealed to the group.
A skull. Yellow in tinge. Or, at least the wavelength of light appears that way. It's the face of the being our mystery witch has been trying to summon. The Demon Wizard. A name spoken on our plane of existence by only a handful of individuals throughout space and time. A select few of those enlightened enough to know who he is.
"Keldor," Booster breathes his name. He nearly chokes.
"Is he here?"
"No. Not yet."
"How can you be sure."
"If he were here, we would know. He'd make sure of it."
"The witch tried to summon him and failed?"
"No." Jason examines the writings on the body once more - this time more closely.
"I was wrong, this was not an attempt at a physical conjuring. This was a conversation."
"So what does that mean?"
"It means Keldor is preparing for the actual ritual. The one that will bring him to this realm."
"What is he waiting for, then?"
"Alignment," Booster says as his jaw contorts to a frown.
"There's a cosmic event he needs to come here. I remember it from the universe I watched him destroy before."
"Your world," I utter bluntly.
He nods.
Confused as I may be to the minutae that makes up the living breathing matter of this case, I understand the scaffolding - the skeleton - of this monstrous circumstance that brought us all together.
A Detective from Earth.
A Demon bound to a mortal soul.
A peace keeping adventurer, myself, from beyond the stars.
And a being from another timeline - another reality - who watched it all burn in a hell storm before his eyes a thousand times over as he tried an infinite lifetimes to save it.
Booster says time is like a book. It is relative to the reader which point in the timeline you're viewing. All occurring simultaneously, yet individually to those within it's pages. Most books are already written - it is only our mission in life to play out those tales in what we call a life time. But Booster is a man who has seen the face of the universe. The binding force that keeps everything seen and unseen in balance.
He is an ambitious man. He seeks to find a pen and rewrite his own story. He thinks he can do the impossible. I don't know if I believe him. But I trust him. That's all he asked of me. Each version of me. Versions I've never known.
But as much as I'd like to start at the middle, I have to start at the beginning.
My name is Thaddeus Bach of Eidolon. To the universe, I am known as Space Ghost.
And, allegedly, this is the story of how I helped save the universe.