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. THE NEW ULTIMATE DC RPG .
Character Application
.Screen name: Eddie Brock
.Character you wish to portray: J'onn J'onnz / John Jones / The Martian Manhunter
.Hero, villain, or walking the line?: Walking the Line
.Powers and physical attributes: Superstrength, superspeed, flight, telepathy, intangibility, shape-shifting, regeneration, enhanced durability, resistance to aging.
.Origin and backstory (as you see it): Born as a Martian, J'onn J'onnz was apart of an ancient race of peace that populated the red planet of Mars. But such peace was short-lived, as tensions grew with the continuing debate between religion and science. When the war between Martian civilization grew hostile, J'onn became the forefront leader for retalliation, and was instantly labelled a war criminal for his subsequent acts of extremism. It was not until J'onn's own wife and child were killed in the conflict that a grief-ridden J'onn surrendered himself to the high council of Mars. Banished from his homeworld as an act of absolute punishment, J'onn was left to drift through space until he could find a new home. Using his telepathy, he settled himself on the planet Earth, studying the world's customs and species over a period of several hundred years. Posing as a human being, J'onn became John Jones, and quietly began a simple life in the city of New York.
But his secrecy amongst civilization would not last. Discovered by the secret organization C.A.D.M.U.S, J'onn was immediately captured and evaluated through various scientists and psychologists, working to discover his intentions. When they realized he posed no threat, they decided that his unusual talents would benefit their cause: to find and capture the blossoming number of metahumans appearing throughout the world. J'onn agreed to become their agent, but only to maintain a life of secrecy, after being threatened to be exposed to the world at large. Now, J'onn is a top ranking agent in the organization's ranks, and known only to few as a fabled metahuman hunter dubbed The Martian Manhunter.
(Backstory by Batman.)
.The burning question - Why this character?: J'onn is a heavy-hitter, which poses a nice contrast to my other character (Selina). Also, I'm perplexed by how underrepresented the Martian Manhunter is in RPGs (that's including WoH and OU). He is, especially with this backstory, a very interesting character to explore. What makes J'onn tick? How does he think? What does he feel? I'd be interested in seeing how this version of J'onn would interact with his fellow Justice Leaguers, as opposed to previous incarnations.
.How will this version of your character differ from others? How will it be Ultimate?: J'onn isn't - at least, for the time being - a hero. He's a shady character with a dark past that he's trying to avoid. He has shown violent tendencies, and he's seeking to reconcile that part of himself with his new life. Emotionally, he is distanced from this world. I intend on portraying him almost like Dr. Manhattan. He is puzzled by human behavior, but he also feels himself inexplicably vulnerable to the same thoughts and feelings.
.What do you believe you can bring to the RPG?: As Batman noted when he applied for J'onn, this is a character that lends itself well to interaction. I want to take J'onn places creatively, and I am more than open to suggestions and collaborations. At the same time, though, he will be following a larger, more personal character arc which will make him a valuable part of our growing universe.
Also, it's a character that doesn't involve Gotham. Heh.
.Provide a sample post as the character you wish to portray, in three paragraphs or more:
"How did ze last mission go, J'onn?" Dr. Thaddeus Sivana asks, quickly adding, "In your opinion."
The crimson-eyed creature blinks before closing his eyes again and returning to his meditation. In a calm voice, he answers, "It was a success. The target was apprehended with little resistance. All told, it was one of my cleanest captures to date." Despite his satisfaction, J'onn does not allow himself to speak proudly. He simply delivers the facts in an unwavering tone.
"Is that all you feel on the matter?" Dr. Sivana probes. He can sense something in his client, and he wishes to explore it further. Despite their multiple talks, Sivana is more than aware of the fact that the Martian is keeping himself distanced from his psychologist.
"Should I feel anything else?" J'onn inquires in return, allowing his voice to carry a certain defensive tone. He is mindful of Sivana's attempts to draw information from the Martian's mind, but J'onn is careful to keep his thoughts private.
"I vas told that you acted out of sorts once the mission was complete," Sivana explains.
J'onn takes a deep breath. Admittedly, he had let his emotions slip, but it did not interfere with the completion of the mission. For that, the Martian was pleased. "Against my better judgment, I decided to take a look into the metahuman's mind," the crimson-eyed bounty hunter admits. "I was hopeful that he might be able to answer some lingering questions of mine."
Sivana arches an eyebrow. "Und vas he?"
"No," J'onn answers simply. He dips deeper into his meditation and hopes that Sivana decides to end his line of questioning.
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Character Application
.Screen name: Eddie Brock
.Character you wish to portray: J'onn J'onnz / John Jones / The Martian Manhunter
.Hero, villain, or walking the line?: Walking the Line
.Powers and physical attributes: Superstrength, superspeed, flight, telepathy, intangibility, shape-shifting, regeneration, enhanced durability, resistance to aging.
.Origin and backstory (as you see it): Born as a Martian, J'onn J'onnz was apart of an ancient race of peace that populated the red planet of Mars. But such peace was short-lived, as tensions grew with the continuing debate between religion and science. When the war between Martian civilization grew hostile, J'onn became the forefront leader for retalliation, and was instantly labelled a war criminal for his subsequent acts of extremism. It was not until J'onn's own wife and child were killed in the conflict that a grief-ridden J'onn surrendered himself to the high council of Mars. Banished from his homeworld as an act of absolute punishment, J'onn was left to drift through space until he could find a new home. Using his telepathy, he settled himself on the planet Earth, studying the world's customs and species over a period of several hundred years. Posing as a human being, J'onn became John Jones, and quietly began a simple life in the city of New York.
But his secrecy amongst civilization would not last. Discovered by the secret organization C.A.D.M.U.S, J'onn was immediately captured and evaluated through various scientists and psychologists, working to discover his intentions. When they realized he posed no threat, they decided that his unusual talents would benefit their cause: to find and capture the blossoming number of metahumans appearing throughout the world. J'onn agreed to become their agent, but only to maintain a life of secrecy, after being threatened to be exposed to the world at large. Now, J'onn is a top ranking agent in the organization's ranks, and known only to few as a fabled metahuman hunter dubbed The Martian Manhunter.
(Backstory by Batman.)
.The burning question - Why this character?: J'onn is a heavy-hitter, which poses a nice contrast to my other character (Selina). Also, I'm perplexed by how underrepresented the Martian Manhunter is in RPGs (that's including WoH and OU). He is, especially with this backstory, a very interesting character to explore. What makes J'onn tick? How does he think? What does he feel? I'd be interested in seeing how this version of J'onn would interact with his fellow Justice Leaguers, as opposed to previous incarnations.
.How will this version of your character differ from others? How will it be Ultimate?: J'onn isn't - at least, for the time being - a hero. He's a shady character with a dark past that he's trying to avoid. He has shown violent tendencies, and he's seeking to reconcile that part of himself with his new life. Emotionally, he is distanced from this world. I intend on portraying him almost like Dr. Manhattan. He is puzzled by human behavior, but he also feels himself inexplicably vulnerable to the same thoughts and feelings.
.What do you believe you can bring to the RPG?: As Batman noted when he applied for J'onn, this is a character that lends itself well to interaction. I want to take J'onn places creatively, and I am more than open to suggestions and collaborations. At the same time, though, he will be following a larger, more personal character arc which will make him a valuable part of our growing universe.
Also, it's a character that doesn't involve Gotham. Heh.
.Provide a sample post as the character you wish to portray, in three paragraphs or more:
"How did ze last mission go, J'onn?" Dr. Thaddeus Sivana asks, quickly adding, "In your opinion."
The crimson-eyed creature blinks before closing his eyes again and returning to his meditation. In a calm voice, he answers, "It was a success. The target was apprehended with little resistance. All told, it was one of my cleanest captures to date." Despite his satisfaction, J'onn does not allow himself to speak proudly. He simply delivers the facts in an unwavering tone.
"Is that all you feel on the matter?" Dr. Sivana probes. He can sense something in his client, and he wishes to explore it further. Despite their multiple talks, Sivana is more than aware of the fact that the Martian is keeping himself distanced from his psychologist.
"Should I feel anything else?" J'onn inquires in return, allowing his voice to carry a certain defensive tone. He is mindful of Sivana's attempts to draw information from the Martian's mind, but J'onn is careful to keep his thoughts private.
"I vas told that you acted out of sorts once the mission was complete," Sivana explains.
J'onn takes a deep breath. Admittedly, he had let his emotions slip, but it did not interfere with the completion of the mission. For that, the Martian was pleased. "Against my better judgment, I decided to take a look into the metahuman's mind," the crimson-eyed bounty hunter admits. "I was hopeful that he might be able to answer some lingering questions of mine."
Sivana arches an eyebrow. "Und vas he?"
"No," J'onn answers simply. He dips deeper into his meditation and hopes that Sivana decides to end his line of questioning.
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I really, really liked your take on MM, and it fit with a lot of what I was thinking about doing with him. I would love to have a meeting of the minds at some point to discuss any lingering stories you had in mind - either by PM or MSN.....
Well that's rather pleasantly surprising!
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Alrighty let's see if this works.
. THE NEW ULTIMATE DC RPG .
Character Application
.Screen name: SenseiofCheese
.Character you wish to portray: Zauriel
.Hero, villain, or walking the line?: Walking the Line
.Powers and physical attributes: As an angel it is impossible for Zauriel to show his true form to humans. Were they to see his true form their eyes would burst into flames and if they heard his real voice their brains would probably explode. This is why, when walking on Earth, he must travel in a vessel. In essence, he possesses a human body. In this vessel he possesses a great deal of attributes. Immense superhuman strength, a limited ability to fly (levitation), greatly enhanced speed and reaction time, completely impervious to most, if not all, earthly injuries. As a demon, Zauriel possesses some knowledge of satanic black magic, though he hesitates to use it. This includes summoning minor demons, creating firebolts, and the ability to know a man's sins just by touching him.
.Origin and backstory (as you see it): One day the angel Lucifer decided his Father, God, had gone insane. He could not understand how He could love humans, nothing more than plumbing on two legs, more than his legion of angels. So he waged war against his Father. Recruiting like-minded angels to his cause, Lucifer would fight for his Father's love. But after a battle so fierce it could not be recounted, Lucifer and his angels were banished to hell. Zauriel was one of these angels.
After siding with Lucifer, Zauriel spent the next millenia in hell. Over time these once beautiful creatures turned into unspeakable atrocities; demons. And as far as demons went, Zauriel was quite powerful. The poor souls who were sentenced to eternity in the Pit, Zauriel tortured, maimed, raped and brutalized.
But that was then. Now, Zauriel has been set free on Earth. Given his angelic form back, he is told that God has seen fit to give him a second chance. Do good on Earth and he will be allowed back into Heaven. Zauriel jumps at the chance, but not everyone is so enthusiastic about it. Zauriel's old friends from the Pit would like nothing more than to have him back, and his former brothers from Heaven, like Michael, are not quite as quick to forgive and forget as their Father. Now Zauriel must walk the line, protecting the humans he has despised since their birth.
.The burning question - Why this character?:
I like him. My him, that is. I was looking for some characters to apply for when I stumbled upon my old Zauriel posts and I got that feeling of really wanting to write again. I always wanted to continue telling his story, so off I go. It's also nice to be able to flesh out the Ult. DC Universe, as I think I'd be the first to establish a set mythos for the mystical side of the UDCU.
.How will this version of your character differ from others? How will it be Ultimate?:
If you read the Powers and History sections, and have a passing knowledge of mainstream Zauriel, you'll notice that the two are completely different characters. Also, if anyone watches Supernatural, you'll notice that Zauriel is heavily influenced by Castiel, as well as my view of Heaven and Hell in the Ultimate DC universe is molded from the Supernatural mythos.
.What do you believe you can bring to the RPG?: A reinvigorated player, some enthusiasm, an oft forgotten side of the DC Universe fleshed out. And hopefully a "OMG HOLY ****" mega-crossover.
.Provide a sample post as the character you wish to portray, in three paragraphs or more:
The people walking past me fall into two categories. There are those afraid of me. Understandable, seeing as my appearance is...distorted. My clothes are tattered, more than usual. My vessel's face is white as chalk, the eyes as if they are sinking into their sockets. And to make things better, I reek of a strong, sour smell that most will assume is the stench of rotten eggs. It's really sulfur. The people that are afraid of me take special care to walk around me, careful not to come too close. In this city, this is something people learn early on. Then there are those who don't fear me, but are disgusted by me. After all, I look like nothing more than a 'stinking, dirty hobo' as one woman whispered to her husband as they trotted past me.
Needless to say, my reunion with the demon Etrigan has left me in a sorry state. I can still feel my vessel's skin sizzle where he touched it, and I'd like nothing more than to abandon this body and search for another one. Alas, this was the vessel bestowed me by Father. Flashes of acts committed over centuries, acts of unspeakable evil, appear before me eyes. Things I did down in the Pit that would make the most hardnede souls scratch their eyes out....and I did them all with a smile on my face.
Suddenly I wretch. A feeling of intense guilt and pain surges through me, traveling down to my stomach and growing. As if I was punched in the gut, I double over and, with a horrid sound, I vomit over the sidewalk. One of the more charming human traits. Passerbys cover their noses and mouths in disgust, carrying on their way. Not one of them reach down to lend a 'dirty stinking hobo' a helping hand. My Father's children, indeed.
Feeling another surge of sickness, I hurry to my feet and enter the nearest alleyway, welcoming the relief of darkness. I reach out and touch the nearest wall, balancing myself. I wait for another torrent of vomit to reach my mouth when a voice comes at me from the dark.
"Hello, Zauriel." my name is spoken with a barely hidden disdain. "You look.....well."
From out of the darkness steps an old man, small and frail. He hobbles over to me, looking as if the smalles breeze would knock him over. His eyes are drooping, his hands shaking, his legs barely able to support the frame. But I can see past the pathetic human shell. I can see what is inside. The bright, beautiful light; the stunning being that resides inside the old man. I am bathed in it's warmth. Whatever sense of sickness that was in me retreats like a shadow escaping the sun. I feel....home.
"Hello Michael."
The old man smiles; a kind smile. His hands have stopped shaking, and his face suddenly seems rejuvinated, and he straightens his back. The old man before me seems years younger. "Interesting choice of vessel."
"He is a good soul, he prayed for this." the Archangel responds, defensively. "There is a sickness inside him. Spreading through his body, killing his cells. It is gone now. He his whole."
"Good job." I say half-heartedly, not knowing what else to say.
"Don't bother bowing to me, Zauriel. It is Father who afforded you your second chance. Despite my insistance that you could not change. None of you can." he states harshly, abandoning his attempt to hide his dislike.
"I beg to differ."
"I am sure you do. But tell me..." he trails off, taking a few steps towards me. He stops, a single step away from me, and takes a deep, long breath. "...about the company you have been keeping."
"A visit from an old friend." I respond without hesitation, without betraying my composure. "His speech sounded a lot like yours, actually."
I knew my abscence would not go unnoticed in the Pit. And I also knew, as did Father, that once they realized I was gone that they would come for me. That they would try to get me back. Or, failing that, drag me down there by force. I have no intention of returning. "You should show me some respect." Michael warns, his voice almost as commanding as Father´s. "I could strike you down where you stand, demon. I don't understand why Father gave you this second chance. I don't understand why He seems to have faith in you." he says, his voice growing louder, more agitated. "I don't understand how He could be so--"
"Careful." I cut him off, my voice a calm contrast to his. "You're dangerously close to blasphemy." Michael takes a step back, seething with barely contained rage. I can only imagine how much he wants to whip out his flaming sword and cleave me in two. Much like he did all those millenia ago.
"You....would lecture me?!" he growls, the blinding light within the old man glowing brighter yet, at the same time, darker.
For a moment the silence becomes so heavy I fear the buildings towering over us might crumble around us. "Is that all?"
"No. That is not all." he takes a breath, regaining composure. "You were put on this Earth to be tested. To do good."
"And have I failed?" I ask, merely to annoy him.
"You have not. Yet. But good as stopping muggers and adulterers may be, the time has come for bigger things. Your first real test, if you will." he tells me and for a second I think I seem him smile.
"I live to do His bidding." I say, unsure, with a slightly cocked head.
"Good. There is a man that is of great interest to us. A soul that possesses great power. He is capable of amazing feats, of astounding good. He could truly change the world for the better." Michael recites. "He could also bring about Armageddon; Hell on Earth."
I raise an eyebrow. "If the Forces of Lucifer get to him first...get to him at all, he will no doubt bring about the End of Days. Whether he wants to or not."
"That certainly sounds interesting. And what would you have me do?"
"You will protect him. For now."
"And where is he?"
This time Michael doesn't hide his smile. Turning, he motions towards a dark corner in the alley. A large heap, a heap I thought nothing more than a pile of garbage, writhes. I now see a single hand drop to the ground, clasping an empy bottle of alcohol. I also see the large puddle of urine at the man's feet, and a pile of cigarette butts. He grunts; something about voices. In short, I see a dirty, stinking hobo.
"Zauriel, meet John Constantine."
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. THE NEW ULTIMATE DC RPG .
Character Application
.Screen name: SenseiofCheese
.Character you wish to portray: Zauriel
.Hero, villain, or walking the line?: Walking the Line
.Powers and physical attributes: As an angel it is impossible for Zauriel to show his true form to humans. Were they to see his true form their eyes would burst into flames and if they heard his real voice their brains would probably explode. This is why, when walking on Earth, he must travel in a vessel. In essence, he possesses a human body. In this vessel he possesses a great deal of attributes. Immense superhuman strength, a limited ability to fly (levitation), greatly enhanced speed and reaction time, completely impervious to most, if not all, earthly injuries. As a demon, Zauriel possesses some knowledge of satanic black magic, though he hesitates to use it. This includes summoning minor demons, creating firebolts, and the ability to know a man's sins just by touching him.
.Origin and backstory (as you see it): One day the angel Lucifer decided his Father, God, had gone insane. He could not understand how He could love humans, nothing more than plumbing on two legs, more than his legion of angels. So he waged war against his Father. Recruiting like-minded angels to his cause, Lucifer would fight for his Father's love. But after a battle so fierce it could not be recounted, Lucifer and his angels were banished to hell. Zauriel was one of these angels.
After siding with Lucifer, Zauriel spent the next millenia in hell. Over time these once beautiful creatures turned into unspeakable atrocities; demons. And as far as demons went, Zauriel was quite powerful. The poor souls who were sentenced to eternity in the Pit, Zauriel tortured, maimed, raped and brutalized.
But that was then. Now, Zauriel has been set free on Earth. Given his angelic form back, he is told that God has seen fit to give him a second chance. Do good on Earth and he will be allowed back into Heaven. Zauriel jumps at the chance, but not everyone is so enthusiastic about it. Zauriel's old friends from the Pit would like nothing more than to have him back, and his former brothers from Heaven, like Michael, are not quite as quick to forgive and forget as their Father. Now Zauriel must walk the line, protecting the humans he has despised since their birth.
.The burning question - Why this character?:
I like him. My him, that is. I was looking for some characters to apply for when I stumbled upon my old Zauriel posts and I got that feeling of really wanting to write again. I always wanted to continue telling his story, so off I go. It's also nice to be able to flesh out the Ult. DC Universe, as I think I'd be the first to establish a set mythos for the mystical side of the UDCU.
.How will this version of your character differ from others? How will it be Ultimate?:
If you read the Powers and History sections, and have a passing knowledge of mainstream Zauriel, you'll notice that the two are completely different characters. Also, if anyone watches Supernatural, you'll notice that Zauriel is heavily influenced by Castiel, as well as my view of Heaven and Hell in the Ultimate DC universe is molded from the Supernatural mythos.
.What do you believe you can bring to the RPG?: A reinvigorated player, some enthusiasm, an oft forgotten side of the DC Universe fleshed out. And hopefully a "OMG HOLY ****" mega-crossover.
.Provide a sample post as the character you wish to portray, in three paragraphs or more:
The people walking past me fall into two categories. There are those afraid of me. Understandable, seeing as my appearance is...distorted. My clothes are tattered, more than usual. My vessel's face is white as chalk, the eyes as if they are sinking into their sockets. And to make things better, I reek of a strong, sour smell that most will assume is the stench of rotten eggs. It's really sulfur. The people that are afraid of me take special care to walk around me, careful not to come too close. In this city, this is something people learn early on. Then there are those who don't fear me, but are disgusted by me. After all, I look like nothing more than a 'stinking, dirty hobo' as one woman whispered to her husband as they trotted past me.
Needless to say, my reunion with the demon Etrigan has left me in a sorry state. I can still feel my vessel's skin sizzle where he touched it, and I'd like nothing more than to abandon this body and search for another one. Alas, this was the vessel bestowed me by Father. Flashes of acts committed over centuries, acts of unspeakable evil, appear before me eyes. Things I did down in the Pit that would make the most hardnede souls scratch their eyes out....and I did them all with a smile on my face.
Suddenly I wretch. A feeling of intense guilt and pain surges through me, traveling down to my stomach and growing. As if I was punched in the gut, I double over and, with a horrid sound, I vomit over the sidewalk. One of the more charming human traits. Passerbys cover their noses and mouths in disgust, carrying on their way. Not one of them reach down to lend a 'dirty stinking hobo' a helping hand. My Father's children, indeed.
Feeling another surge of sickness, I hurry to my feet and enter the nearest alleyway, welcoming the relief of darkness. I reach out and touch the nearest wall, balancing myself. I wait for another torrent of vomit to reach my mouth when a voice comes at me from the dark.
"Hello, Zauriel." my name is spoken with a barely hidden disdain. "You look.....well."
From out of the darkness steps an old man, small and frail. He hobbles over to me, looking as if the smalles breeze would knock him over. His eyes are drooping, his hands shaking, his legs barely able to support the frame. But I can see past the pathetic human shell. I can see what is inside. The bright, beautiful light; the stunning being that resides inside the old man. I am bathed in it's warmth. Whatever sense of sickness that was in me retreats like a shadow escaping the sun. I feel....home.
"Hello Michael."
The old man smiles; a kind smile. His hands have stopped shaking, and his face suddenly seems rejuvinated, and he straightens his back. The old man before me seems years younger. "Interesting choice of vessel."
"He is a good soul, he prayed for this." the Archangel responds, defensively. "There is a sickness inside him. Spreading through his body, killing his cells. It is gone now. He his whole."
"Good job." I say half-heartedly, not knowing what else to say.
"Don't bother bowing to me, Zauriel. It is Father who afforded you your second chance. Despite my insistance that you could not change. None of you can." he states harshly, abandoning his attempt to hide his dislike.
"I beg to differ."
"I am sure you do. But tell me..." he trails off, taking a few steps towards me. He stops, a single step away from me, and takes a deep, long breath. "...about the company you have been keeping."
"A visit from an old friend." I respond without hesitation, without betraying my composure. "His speech sounded a lot like yours, actually."
I knew my abscence would not go unnoticed in the Pit. And I also knew, as did Father, that once they realized I was gone that they would come for me. That they would try to get me back. Or, failing that, drag me down there by force. I have no intention of returning. "You should show me some respect." Michael warns, his voice almost as commanding as Father´s. "I could strike you down where you stand, demon. I don't understand why Father gave you this second chance. I don't understand why He seems to have faith in you." he says, his voice growing louder, more agitated. "I don't understand how He could be so--"
"Careful." I cut him off, my voice a calm contrast to his. "You're dangerously close to blasphemy." Michael takes a step back, seething with barely contained rage. I can only imagine how much he wants to whip out his flaming sword and cleave me in two. Much like he did all those millenia ago.
"You....would lecture me?!" he growls, the blinding light within the old man glowing brighter yet, at the same time, darker.
For a moment the silence becomes so heavy I fear the buildings towering over us might crumble around us. "Is that all?"
"No. That is not all." he takes a breath, regaining composure. "You were put on this Earth to be tested. To do good."
"And have I failed?" I ask, merely to annoy him.
"You have not. Yet. But good as stopping muggers and adulterers may be, the time has come for bigger things. Your first real test, if you will." he tells me and for a second I think I seem him smile.
"I live to do His bidding." I say, unsure, with a slightly cocked head.
"Good. There is a man that is of great interest to us. A soul that possesses great power. He is capable of amazing feats, of astounding good. He could truly change the world for the better." Michael recites. "He could also bring about Armageddon; Hell on Earth."
I raise an eyebrow. "If the Forces of Lucifer get to him first...get to him at all, he will no doubt bring about the End of Days. Whether he wants to or not."
"That certainly sounds interesting. And what would you have me do?"
"You will protect him. For now."
"And where is he?"
This time Michael doesn't hide his smile. Turning, he motions towards a dark corner in the alley. A large heap, a heap I thought nothing more than a pile of garbage, writhes. I now see a single hand drop to the ground, clasping an empy bottle of alcohol. I also see the large puddle of urine at the man's feet, and a pile of cigarette butts. He grunts; something about voices. In short, I see a dirty, stinking hobo.
"Zauriel, meet John Constantine."
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Hot damn, that was quick. You'll make a man want to pick up more characters with this sort of tomfoolery.
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Good post, EB. Looking forward to reading your MM.
I'm starting work on my first Zauriel post. When I dropped him I left him hanging in the middle of a story I'm going to resume as if nothing happened. For those who don't remember, or never read it, here's what happened.
A former 'friend' of Zauriels' from Hell, Etrigan, came to Earth to taunt him. He told Z it was only a matter of time before he was back in the Pit. Later on, the archangel Michael visited Zauriel. He told him God finally had a real job for him to do; protect the human John Constantine. For reasons unknown to Zauriel (or Constantine, for that matter), John must be protected at all costs from the forces of Hell, who are coming after the human. Zauriel brings Constantine to a diner where he explains that he's an angel sent by God to protect him. Needless to say, even though John is a crazy, alcoholic hobo, he doesn't believe a word Z says and makes a run for it. When Zauriel finally catches up with John he's just been ambushed by a rather large, and angry, demon. That's where my next post picks up, with Zauriel about to rescue John.
I'm starting work on my first Zauriel post. When I dropped him I left him hanging in the middle of a story I'm going to resume as if nothing happened. For those who don't remember, or never read it, here's what happened.
A former 'friend' of Zauriels' from Hell, Etrigan, came to Earth to taunt him. He told Z it was only a matter of time before he was back in the Pit. Later on, the archangel Michael visited Zauriel. He told him God finally had a real job for him to do; protect the human John Constantine. For reasons unknown to Zauriel (or Constantine, for that matter), John must be protected at all costs from the forces of Hell, who are coming after the human. Zauriel brings Constantine to a diner where he explains that he's an angel sent by God to protect him. Needless to say, even though John is a crazy, alcoholic hobo, he doesn't believe a word Z says and makes a run for it. When Zauriel finally catches up with John he's just been ambushed by a rather large, and angry, demon. That's where my next post picks up, with Zauriel about to rescue John.
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Thank you, Sensei. Glad you're back and contributing. It's been a while.
Also, I'd like to extend an open invitation to anyone who wants to interact with MM. If you're looking to get hunted, let me know.
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Woops, sorry once again.
Yeah, maybe that would be helpful - Thanks
EDIT: Would Ethan Bennett be alright?
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Let's see. So far, this is including the cops that have been introduced that I remember we have: Jim Gordon, Gil Loeb (dead), Arnold Flass (dead), Stan Merkel, Renee Montoya, Michael Akins, Branden, Crispus Allen, Marcus Driver, Charlie Fields, Ethan Bennet, Jim Corrigan I & II, Slam Bradley, Clancy O'Hara (dead), Harvey Bullock, Oliver Hammett (dead), Jack Grogan.
In addition to that, Selina Kyle, Edward Nygma, Vic Sage, Barry Allen, and Jay Garrick are all police officers in the UDC continuity.
In addition to that, Selina Kyle, Edward Nygma, Vic Sage, Barry Allen, and Jay Garrick are all police officers in the UDC continuity.
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Great, that really helped. I'll search for an un-used Police Officer.
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Great, I will.
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Ah, the magic of an Ultimate Universe where we write the rules.
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I know. J'adore was using Akins and Allen as commissioner in Metropolis, I believe.
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Turpin wasn't created for Supes TAS. He first appeared in the New Gods comic in 1971. He played big roles in the Death and Return of Superman arcs.
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im dropping Freeze, that creative spark to write his jsut pretty much died... i might have an app up for someoen else later though
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