ULTIMATE MARVEL RPG SIGN-UP FORM
Screen Name: Syn (Mercenary)
Character you would like to play: Nathan (Summers) Winters AKA Ultimate Cable
Powers and a brief description of the character in proper English: Teleportation, Telekinesis, marksmen (skill, not ability), skilled fighter.
Once the son of Jean Grey, Cable was chosen before his birth to be the anchor for Apocolypse. In order to stop the monster from arriving in our world, Cable was killed before he was born, his birth aborted, life ended.
Years later a new Cable has arrived in this universe, this time, his identity Nathan Winters. He is now the ruler of Rumekistan, taking the once third world country and turning it into a powerful nation.
Because of his life, Cable has vowed that he will gain revenge against those who killed him before he had the chance to breath his first breaths. As the leader of his country, he practices genocide against the mutant population. Taking their rights, exiling them from his country, and having them slaughtered by his secret police the ULTIMATUM.
The population of Rumekistan love Nathan so much as a leader, no one really cares to speak out against these injustices. Instead, they look the other way, and show no compassion to the mutant kind.
As Nathan sets events into motion, he begins his evil plans. His theft of the super soldier serum from the EDI (European Defense Initiative), Nathan has now built a powerful army, filled with many super soldiers as high ranking officers. He has dubbed these men his Flag-smashers.
With a country wiling to follow, a strong army, and a strong hunger for revenge, Nathan Winters is ready to carry out his vengeance, and in turn, begin his plans for world domination. In his eyes, by conquering the world he is not destroying it. He believes he is saving it, and he will let nothing, not even death, stop his plans.
Three reasons why you have chosen that character:
1. When I found out the fate of Cable in season 1, I knew he needed to return.
2. Cable rules. Lets face it.
3. Glowing eyes.
You know.
What can you bring to this game?
An uber-n00b who wants only to bring mayhem and awesome story arcs. What else?
How many times do you intend on posting a DAY IN the RPG: As many as I need to.
Do you know how to post pictures on the hype boards: Yep
Provide a small sample post for your character, about 4 paragraphs with at least one line of dialouge:
Rumekistan, Capital City
Inside the government building of the flourishing nation, President Winters sits in his office. He sits in his chair, turned away from his desk. He stares out the two large windows in the back of his office, looking up at the bright sky.
He watches the birds fly through the sky, gracefully and elegantly flapping their wings. Winters smiles at the peaceful sight, and closes his eyes. He takes a deep sigh and folds his hands together, bringing them in front of his face.
His calm rest is suddenly interrupted by the sound of the doors to the room opening. Winters frowns, and turns his chair around to face the person entering.
As he turns, he sees his advisor, Ivan Rice, standing at attention. Winters waves him off with a salute and leans forward in his chair.
"Ivan," he starts, his voice calm and commanding. "What news do you have?"
"It's...from the front in the South Pacific, sir." The man says with a disheartened tone. "It's Straka."
"Well," Winters asks impatiently. "What is it? Tell me, Rice."
"Straka engaged Namor, sir." He starts. Rice takes a deep breath, placing his arms behind his back. "They seemed to be even."
"Seemed?" Winters asks, his hope fading fast.
"Yes, sir. The report states that somewhere in the middle of the fight, Namor caught him off guard and...broke him."
"Broke him? Is he dead?" Winters asks impatiently. "Don't beat around the bush with this, Rice. Tell me! What happened?"
"Namor beat Straka, sir." An expression of shock and dissapointment comes across Winters face as he leans back in his chair. "The medics say Straka's body is broken in over a hundred places...and he seems to have experiance...brain trama."
"How bad?" Winters asks, his dissapointment turning to frustration.
"They expect him to regain seventy-five percent mobility and sixty percent brain function. Even with his accelerated healing."
As Rice stands silently, Winters sits in his chair, deeply thinking. Rice stands in the awkward silence, waiting for a response from his leader. His eyes look around the room as he waits, staring at the various maps around the room. His eyes look to their country's flag, its elegant colors and symbol shining as a beacon of hope.
Rice's eyes move to a suit, proudly displayed in a frame behind glass. The gray suit has many pieces of armor attached to it on various places. Lime green lines are stitched into some of its creases. All throughout the suit are various bullet holes and burn marks, signs that the uniform has seen many battles.
As Rice becomes lost in the stories the suit could tell, his concentration is interrupted by a laugh. He looks over and sees President Winters laughing, a smile on his face. Rice quickly becomes confused, and stares at his leader with an unsure look.
"Sir, what's so funny?"
"Oh, come on, Rice." He says as he slows his laughter. "This isn't bad news. This is excellent news. It means a super soldier can take on a god! If he could hold his own with Namor for even thirty seconds, imagine what he could do to regular infantry! Regular people! He'd rip them to pieces!"
"I'm not sure I understand, sir. I thought Straka was our only super soldier."
"No, Rice. Far from it." Winters leans forward from his chair and places his hands on his desk comfortably. "Tell me, did the General say anything about...project Flag?" Rice stands quietly for a moment as he thinks back to the report.
"Actually, sir. I believe he said something about Project Flag being a go." He stares at Winters for a moment, taking a deep breath. "What is project Flag, sir?" Winters smiles, his face showing an expression of secrecy and pleasure.
"It's the future of Rumekistan. Tell Luft that he may continue with his plans. If Project Flag's test was a success, then we are ready to finish the experiment completely."
ULTIMATE MARVEL RPG SIGN-UP FORM
Screen Name:Syn (mercenary)
Character you would like to play: Ultimate Blackheart
Powers and a brief description of the character in proper English:
Blachheart is the son of Mephisto. In Mainstream, his ultimate goal was to steal the demon realm from his father. He succeeded, only to be killed by Ghost Rider. But I am going to put a different tweak on Blackheart for Ultimate.
Abilities:
Superhuman strength, speed, durability, endurance and intelligence,
Energy manipulation,
Magical and cosmic powers,
Flight
Three reasons why you have chosen that character:
1. Ghost Rider needs a good villian.
2. Blackheart is powerful enough to branch off and fight other heroes (That have abilities obviously)
3. I am very good at being evil.
What can you bring to this game?
Death, destruction, and mayhem.
How many times do you intend on posting a DAY IN the RPG: As many as I need to.
Do you know how to post pictures on the hype boards: Yeah.
Sanctum Sanctorum
Deep in the heart of Greenwich Villiage, Dr. Steven Strange practices his mystical arts by meditation. As he meditates hovering above the floor, his apprentice bursts in the room.
“Steven! Steven! I feel a dark presence coming!”
"I know. I have felt it too. It comes to us. For me."
“What will you do?”
"I will see what it wants. I wish only to fight if necessary."
They both wait readily. Dr. Strange stops his meditation, and lands his feet on the floor. He stands ready for the evil he must face. His apprentice stands by and watches. Suddenly, the windows burst open, and a cold breeze blows through the open window. They both stares at the window as the wind comes through.
"It is here."
Dr. Strange stands firm and ready as he waits for the presence to show itself. His apprentice watches, and tries to sense the location of the entity. Suddenly, a figure appears to them. A dark blue being stands on the ground before them. Its body seems burned, and the smell of brimstone and ash fills the room. His appearance is one not familiar to Dr. Strange, and he still caustiously waits.
"Who are you, and what is your buisness here?"
The being laughs, and begins walking toward him.
“I’m Blackheart, and I have a proposition for you Steven.”
ULTIMATE MARVEL RPG SIGN-UP FORM
Screen Name: Syn (Mercenary)
Character you would like to play: Ultimate Kaine
Powers and a brief description of the character in proper English:
Superhuman strength (capable of lifting more than Spider-man), durability, reflexes and agility, "spider-sense" (with a variation)
Wall-Crawling
Organic Webbing
Shape-shifting
Accelerated Healing Factor
Immunity to Spider-Man's "spider-sense"
Three reasons why you have chosen that character:
1. I have many plans for Kaine.
2. It will be fun to show the difference in personality between Peter Parker and Kaine.
3. He’s got the Venom Suit.
What can you bring to this game? A crazy symbiotic creature and a new take on Kaine.
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: Yes.
One-Month Ago
I wake up in a hospital bed at St. Benjamin’s. My body is completely limp. I muster enough energy to raise my arms. I look at my hands, and see the white gauze wrapped around them. As I gain consciousness, I realize my head is also wrapped up, and I have a tube in my nose. I try to yell, but I can barely speak. I try to get up, but to no avail, I flop back on the bed. Suddenly, a nurse walks in the room.
“Well. You certainly recovered fast.”
“What…” I cough. “What happened? Where am I?”
“Some paramedics found you lying on the ground inside the run down Oscorp facility. You apparently experienced some trauma. Electrocution was it?”
It comes back to me. The suit. The circuit box. The freedom. I rest my head back and smile. All is as it should be. I am free, and I can start my life over now. I look up at the nurse, and she smiles.
“You know, you look familiar. But then again, see enough people come in and out of here as I do, someone is bound to ring a bell right? Ha, ha.” She walks to the edge of my bed, and picks up a clipboard.
”Alright, Mr…” A look of shock comes across her face. Her face turns red, and her eyes begin to tear. She stares aimlessly at the page on the clipboard, and she struggles to hold back tears. I look at her again, and I suddenly realize why I look familiar to her.
“…Emily?” I say. She turns to me, her face shows so many emotions. Shock, happiness, hate, love, and confusion. I sit up, and try to get out some kind of sentence.
“Emily…I’m so sorry. I…love you. Please…” I cough and struggle to breath for a moment. She continues to stare at me, as tears fall down her face. “Forgive me.” My head falls back on the pillow, and I blackout once again, back into the darkness.
Oscorp
Kaine lies on the ground, motionless. He stares at the ceiling, struggling to speak, struggling to move. His face contracts from struggle and fear, to shear hate and fury. He tries with all his might to move any part of his body. But instead, he continues to lie immobile, frozen in the position he had fallen in.
A black puddle moves across the floor. Tendrils string out from it as it crawls on the ground in one fluid motion. Like a spider on its web, it senses prey, and it moves toward it with great tact and speed.
Kaine moves his eyes across the room to survey his assumed tomb. His eye catches the movement of something across the floor. He begins to panic, wondering what is in the room with him. He tries to move, to escape from the impending monster. Suddenly, the black puddle reaches him, and he realizes it is too late.
The puddle engulfs Kaine. It expands and stretches to cover his body, tightly adhering to his skin. As the parasite begins to take its host, Kaine’s eyes widen. He doesn’t know what is happening, or what this creature is. All he knows is that he can do nothing to stop it.
Within a few minutes, the parasite covers Kaine’s entire body. The suit tightens, around his form, and begins to act as a second skin. Suddenly, white eyes appear on the head of the suit. The eyes squint to an expression of anger. The new being rises from the ground. Black smoke begins to emit softly and smoothly from the exterior of the new creation. As it gets to its feet, it begins to survey its body. It moves its arms, almost as if for the first time. The creature looks up, and a smile comes across its face, it’s white teeth shining in the blackness of the room.
[blackout]“So.”[/blackout] It speaks in a deep and distorted tone. [blackout]“It looks like commencement isn't a myth. I thought I would have to lie there for an eternity thanks to that heartless *****.” [/blackout]
The being begins to walk about the room. It walks to the window, and stares aimlessly at the city’s skyline.
[blackout]
“This new feeling. It's familiar. Like…I've had it before.”
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Parker…
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[blackout]“What? Who’s there?”[/blackout] The being looks around the room, searching for someone who isn't there.
[blackout]Inside…Mind…[/blackout]
[blackout]“So…Ha. Ha. Ha.” [/blackout] Said the being . [blackout]“You’re alive?”[/blackout]
[blackout]
Yes…
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[blackout]“Amazing. I feel great. I feel powerful. What are you?” [/blackout]
[blackout]Perfection…[/blackout]
[blackout]“Ha! Ha! Ha! I’m completely healed. My neck is no longer broken! And on top of that, I feel more powerful than I have ever felt before! This…union…is amazing! It’s unlimited! What do we call ourselves?” [/blackout]The being pauses, and stays silent for a few seconds.
[blackout]Venom…[/blackout]
[blackout]
“No! That was your union with Brock! We are new! We are perfection!”
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[blackout]Kaine…[/blackout]
[blackout]“Yes. Kaine.” [/blackout]
The being walks to the window, and breaks through the glass. He outstretches his arm, and a tendril extends and latches onto the nearby rooftop. He swings to the top of the building, and lands at the edge. He stands to his feet, and looks out over the edge at the city below.
[blackout]“You and me…we’re going to have one hell of a time.” [/blackout]
Suddenly, a white spider forms on the creature’s chest, and white veins begin to bulge all across the suit. It leans back and extends its arms. Its mouth opens as the needle white teeth shine in the darkness, and it lets out a dark and ominous laugh.
[blackout]
“We are Kaine!”
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t: 
) teenage hoodlum that was given a new experimental drug that gives him super-strength almost in the same class as the Hulk and the Thing, and also gives him abnormally green skin, but only for a short period. He and Kate Bishop had just recently agreed to join Johnny Storm's "Young Ultimates" resistance force for the upcoming "Nexus" attack that they know little about.
