xman:blacklight, I'd prefer you left the Ultimate Defenders alone...I've got a lot of plans for them.
ULTIMATE MARVEL RPG SIGN-UP FORM
Screen Name: Apprentice
Character you would like to play: Luke Cage, the so-called Power Man
Powers and a brief description of the character in proper English: Leader of the rag-tag group of "heroes" known as the Defenders, Luke is supposedly a street-wise superman - in reality, he's a loser with limited super-strength.
Three reasons why you have chosen that character:
1. Ultimate Luke Cage sucks. I wanna make him cool.
2. By the time I'm finished, the Defenders are going to be in an extremely different place than when they started, and with Luke as their leader, he's going to play a major role in that.
3. He's only got super-strength? Let's see if we can give him some more power...
What can you bring to this game? Luke Cage and the Defenders. Duh.
How many times do you intend on posting a DAY IN the RPG: Once or twice.
Do you know how to post pictures on the hype boards: Yes.
Provide a small sample post for your character, about 4 paragraphs with at least one line of dialogue:
Crap.
This is the third time I've woken up the the ****in' gutter this week. I feel like my brains have been splattered across the sidewalk...I wish invulnerability or whatever it's called coulda come hand in hand with this super strength stuff. Would make this damn job a lot easier. Cursin' all the way, I stumble to my feet, trying to ignore the agony that is yankin' at every muscle in my body. Damn thugs, thinkin' they own the place. And now, I've gotta go do my leader thing. Hell to that. Freakin' losers can take care of their freakin' selves for all I bloody well care.
"Get up. Now."
Instead of doin' what I say, they just groan and grumble. Ain't this just my luck? My team is strewn across the road, and now they won't even obey my orders. How'd I end up with these jerks? God, what kinda moron lets a group of adults ('cept Valkyrie, of course) get on the wrong side of an ambush involvin' five teenagers with alien masks and baseball bats? I feel blood trickle down from my lip but don't bother to wipe it away. After all, it'll just keep comin' anyway. Bruises are already swelling up across my body, but I'm more concerned about the sharp pain that keeps stabbin' me around my chest. Broken rib, I think. I guess someone had to take one for the team.
I s'pose though, we shoulda agreed on who took that blow first off. Seems like everyone decided to take one.