The "Heroes vs Villains: Marvel" RPG Season VI Signup Thread

[Eddie Brock]

Currently, no one.

I thought so, because I haven't seen a post from you in here since I rejoined.

Then again, this is you we're talking about...

 

[Byrd Man]

Hmm...

Dibs! Beat'cha to it

 

[Johnny Blaze]

Hmm...

He said "much better writer" which makes you automatically disqualified.

 

[trustyside-kick]

Any continuity important stuff I should know about DD if I consider taking him up?

 

[Byrd Man]

Any continuity important stuff I should know about DD if I consider taking him up?

Everyone important to Matt is dead. Elektra, Karen, Foggy. Dead, dead, deader. All of 'em killed by Bullseye to boot.

 

[Harlekin]

So where are you guys? Kasper is waiting to post again .

 

[trustyside-kick]

Everyone important to Matt is dead. Elektra, Karen, Foggy. Dead, dead, deader. All of 'em killed by Bullseye to boot.

Any clues on where it takes off from Daredevil continuity?

 

[Apprentice]

I'm torn between characters, so who would be more appreciated: Johnny Storm or Iron Fist?

 

[Harlekin]

I'd go with Iron Fist.

And yeah, I posted twice in a row. I couldn't wait.

So, Keyser, I hope you don't mind the implication that Hunter's with the Wisemen. Considering the brilliance of that arc, I couldn't resist tying Hunter to them.

By the by, bhekdr, that gives you a face if Cap ever really does end up fighting that organization.

Anyone doubting that Hunter could be a part of the group: Read Priest's Black Panther run, especially Enemy of the State II. This guy is a ruthless amoral genius.

 

[Apprentice]

For a guy who'd never even heard of the Crew and barely even knew the name White Tiger before you applied for him, Harl, I'm quickly growing to love this character. I'm really enjoying your posts.

 

[trustyside-kick]

The window is finally open for DD, and I do have some ideas. So some time this week (possibly even tomorrow) I will have the application up.

 

[Feature]

Updated roster comin' up.
Sorry this took so long. Some notable additions: Marvels Finest is Beast, Gregor is Taskmaster, and Harlekin is White Tiger. Got a problem? Yo, I'LL SOLVE IT!!!

 

[Feature]

HEROES


Deadpool
Electro UK

Scarlet Spider
Venom160

Scarlett Spider
twylight

Spider-Man
Electro UK

War Machine
Electro UK

Black Panther
Blacklight

Union Jack
Catman_prb

HULK
Byrd Man

Longshot
Harlekin

Captain America
bkhedr

Hawkeye
Spider-Man9X17
(Currently being held by Apprentice)

Iron Man
Red X

Thor
bkhedr

Wasp
MST3K 4ever

Human Torch
Spider-Man9x17

Iceman
Midnight Ice

Wolverine
Apprentice

Gambit
Asteroid-Man

Cyclops
Oh Snap!

Rogue
twylight

Havok
Green Lantern

Kitty Pryde
Eddie Brock Jr.

Colossus
Byrd Man

Beast
Marvels Finest


VILLAINS


Bullseye
Keyser Soze

Kang the Conqueror
Johnny Blaze

Dr. Octopus
ElectroFlare

Kaine
Feature

The Green Goblin
Watchman

Magneto
Midnight Ice

Red Skull
Watchman

Taskmaster
Gregor

White Tiger
Harlekin​

 

[Eddie Brock]

Is White Tiger supposed to be under Villains?

 

[Harlekin]

For a guy who'd never even heard of the Crew and barely even knew the name White Tiger before you applied for him, Harl, I'm quickly growing to love this character. I'm really enjoying your posts.

Thanks, Apprentice. Then I'm doing my job well.

And no, White Tiger should definitely not be under villains. Far from it.

 

[Batman]

MARVEL RPG SEASON VI

Screen Name: Master Bruce

Character you would like to play on Earth: Moon Knight

Powers: Currently none. Formerly able to be ressurected from the dead, and given superhuman strength and agility controlled by the phases of the moon. Was also once able to resist psychic based attacks, based on a residing schitzophrenia.

Three reasons why you have chosen that character:

1. Recently rereading his ongoing series, from beginning to end, a rekindled interest has stemmed in the idea of playing him. And unlike the last few attempts at rejoining this game, I'm doing it for a dedication to the character more than a loyalty to the RPG.

2. An often underrated character, many people see him as a Batman archetype, what with the whole creature of the night/billionaire angle. As similiar as the characters seem, there's alot more to MK that makes him stand out, in my opinion, as one of the more psychologically interesting characters in comics.

3. Somebody has to do this. Somebody has to do the fun stuff. (Fans of the recent series will get that)

Write two complete sentences using proper English grammar explaining what you think you can bring to the RPG: I think I have a good grasp on the character, so there's that. He's been often played but let go through a short amount of time, and I want to try and get him off that pattern. I also like to think I can write a mean, gritty fight scene or two, when I'm prompted enough.

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

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

Sample Post:

Part I: Hitting Hard​

It was the same dream. The same, goddamn dream that had loitered itself over his head for the past few months. The twitching, agonising pain. The cruel, unfaultering laughter. The look in his own eyes as he realised that for once, none of his skills, none of his prowess... nothing that was worth a damn about him at all was going to be able to save him from what he was facing, now. And even still, he held in his wounds, and continued the bitter fight. It was probably the only way he could imagine dying, anyway.

"Get up, Spector."

Marc Spector flinched, as the blood began to seep through his fingers. He was growing tired... drowsy. Which was ironic, given that he knew he was dreaming it. But it felt so real to him. So hauntingly real that whenever he was hit with the next punch, he could swear it hurt worse than any pain he had ever felt in his life. Dropping to the floor, agonising pain rippling through his beaten and bloodied body, Spector reached down for the nearest object he could find, lying next to him in his own puddle of blood: A magnum revolver. Loading it without any hesitation, he weakly held it up, his finger resting on the trigger before he even eyed his target.

And even that action still didn't prove to be worth a damn.

"You worthless coward..."

His attacker immediately disarmed him, cracking his forearm as Spector gritted his teeth, falling down, face first, in his own blood. Trying to get up, he felt a boot smash it's way into his back, pinning him down, and nearly drowing him in the blood that covered his face. But even as he gasped for air, Spector clawed at the foot that held him down, desperate to hold on for as long as he could. Yet his attacker's words stabbed at him as brutally as a set of jagged daggers.

"Did you really think you ever stood a chance, Spector?! Did you ever think, for once, in your pathetic little existence, that maybe it wasn't worth fighting the 'good fight' anymore?! Face it, Spector! You're done with! I've destroyed everything you could possibly hope to stand for! And now I'll destroy you, to finish the job!"

Feeling a strong, unforgiving hand grab at the back of his long, sweat drenched hair, Spector finally screamed out, a bit muffled from the blood, as he was pulled up from lying down on the ground, and forced to his feet. But even so, Spector kept his eyes closed. He wouldn't look at who he was facing. He knew he couldn't handle it.

"Now look at me, you worthless rat."

Spector shook his head, wealkly, as he felt the life drain from his veins. But finally, after a moment's hesitation, Spector swallowed his pride, and his last breath of air, as he looked into the eyes of his killer. His cold, unforgiving, merciless murderer, as it breathed into his face with a harsh stench of death. A stench that, oddly... was his own.

"I SAID LOOK AT ME!"

And that was when Marc Spector's eyes truly opened. Waking up in his bed, a thin pulse caressing through his veins, Spector stared out at the darkness of his own bedroom, the moonlight falling upon his scarred torso, as the only figure in the room that stared back at him wanted to make Spector look away. It was the statue. The statue, or the relic, rather, of Khonshu, the moon-god of vengeance. It stared at him, emotionlessly, as Marc cursed under his breath. Leaning over the side of the bed, Marc bent down, and grabbed the tossed over bottle of water that sat on the floor. Taking a large swig, Spector let it run down his face, before finally dropping it to the floor.

"Damn it all...", He said to himself, before looking back at the relic of Khonshu.

It was the cause of all of his pain, over these long and brutal months. And he suspected, perhaps, that Khonshu was even the reason he kept having that same nightmare, over and over again, rendering his attempts at sleep postively useless. But even so, he had never actually bothered to take it out of the room. Because even Marc Spector couldn't stand the reality of his own predicament. The reality that, months ago, his life had hit a hard rock bottom.

It all started with the decision that, in order for him to tolerate living the rest of his natural life, he could only be two men. Not four. Not six. And god forbid... one. No, he had to have a sense of constance in his life. And he knew that, even if he wanted to, he could never escape the dual nature of his entire being. So he decided to eliminate the ones that no longer mattered. The lives he lived that barely meant anything to him in the first place. Jake Lockely, the New York cabbie, and Steven Grant, the boring billionaire socialite. Now all that had been left was Spector, and Khonshu.

That was supposed to have helped his situation. Instead, it only got worse.

These days, Spector had to remind himself that he wasn't sharing a room, or a bed, anymore. That he couldn't turn over at a moment's notice and feel the warm, loving touch of the woman he loved. Marlene was gone. Vanished, from his life, the moment he committed himself to being the avatar of the moon-god for good. Part of him couldn't blame her. The other part was still enraged with her decision to leave him. But to exert even an ounce of hatred towards Marlene for doing the only thing any sane woman would've done, given the circumstances, made Spector feel like dirt.

And that's exactly what he felt right now, for hating Khonshu. Dirt.

Spector lied back in bed, knowing it'd be useless, but trying anyway, as he stared up into the vicious, unforgiving moonlight that haunted his dreams. And even when he closed his eyes, to avoid the pain that came with every passing night, as he was reminded of his pathetic, misrable existence...

He could still hear Moon Knight laughing at him.

 

[Harlekin]

We should totally get a Marvel Knights team together.

 

[Byrd Man]

We should totally get a Marvel Knights team together.

Urge to pick up Cage rising...

 

[Harlekin]

Do it! Do it!

By the by, I'm dropping Longshot for now. He's not writing himself at the mo', like he usually does.

 

[Byrd Man]

Do it! Do it!

Shh! Peer pressure is my one weakness.

 

[Batman]

Urge to pick up Cage rising...

Moon Knight, White Tiger, and Cage? Pure bliss.

 

[Harlekin]

We should get Falcon in there and call ourselves the Harlem brothers.

 

[Batman]

Best Team nom for '08?

I think so.

 

[Harlekin]

Definitely in the bag.

 

[Apprentice]

The prospect of that is both terrifying and exciting.