'DAWN OF MARVELS' RPG Application
Screenname: Spidey's Super-Fan
Character You Would Like To Play: The Kingpin of Crime Aka Flint Marko
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Powers:The Sandman has the ability to transform into a malleable sand-like substance which can be hardened, dispersed, or shaped according to his will, something akin to a type of geokinesis limited to sand and small rock particles. Even if his body is blown apart, he is capable of reforming it. His striped shirt and cargo pants are both a part of his mass sand-like body.
Basic History Of The Character (Up until this point): The Sandman has been alive for decades. He volunteered for a radiological experiment in the 1930's that granted him his abilities. At first, Sandman set his sights on the easy prizes: low-level bank robberies and muggings. Soon, though, he learned how to use his power for bigger benefits. Using his considerable wealth, Sandman became an influential member of the 1940's mafia. After a decade in the mob, Sandman had annoyed many other members of rival families. Seemingly being 'whacked' Sandman went into hiding, waiting for all the members of the original gangs to be imprisoned or die.
Three Reasons Why You Have Chosen That Character:
1. Sandman? He's a fun character.
2. I look forward to playing as a character who can do anything he wants.
3. I think that having a classier Flint Marko is an interesting twist.
What Do You Plan On Doing With This Character As A Person (IE: How are you changing him or her?): He's not a petty crook, he's involved in the mob and will be a character who acts behind the scenes.
Two Complete Sentences In Proper English Explaining What You Can Bring To This RPG (As A Player): I can bring a Sandman who will be involved with multiple characters. Spider-Man and Daredevil alike will want to bring down this returned mobster.
What Fonts Do You Plan To Use For Your Characters Speech? (Makes the roster look better): Bold, Verdana, 2, Brown.
Please Provide A Small Sample Post In The Format You Wish To Portray Your Character In:
The man was sat in the waiting room of the office building.
His hands, drenched with sweat, held a single manila envelope.
He heard a faint bell ring and he stood up.
He walked towards a massive, oak door and eased it open.
"Uh... Sir?" The man said quietly.
"Have a seat, son." The man behind the desk said.
Rain poured onto the glass and an occasional lightning bolt was the only thing that would illuminate the room.
The man slid the envelope across the table.
"These are the pictures you asked for, sir."
The man across the table took the envelope in his hand and opened it.
"You took these?" He asked.
"Y-yes, sir." The man replied.
"You know we needed specific shots, right?" He asked.
"Yes, Mr. Marko, but these shots are just as go-" The man attempted to reply, but was cut off with a flick of Flint Marko's wrist.
"We don't have those shots, do we?" Marko asked.
"No, sir." The man said.
"So you failed?" Marko asked.
A shot of lightning struck through the New York sky.
"Yes, sir, I did. Please... don't punish me, Mr. Marko." The man pleaded.
"I'm not going to punish you, my friend." The mobster said, leaning into the light,
"That's what those men outside the door are."
Do You Know How To Post Pictures On The Hype?: Yes.
