I'll be dropping Namor if this application is accepted. Also, just wondering...do we want a 3rd AGM with Syn's absence?
Screen Name: Mr. Marko
Character you would like to play: Peter Parker/Spider-Man/Ricochet
Powers and a brief description of the character in proper English: Basic known Spidey powers. Super-strength, wall-crawling, he made web-shooters, spidey-sense, agility
Three reasons why you have chosen that character:
1. I've wanted to play Spidey since I started this RPG.
2. Its friggin Spidey!
3. Webs!
What can you bring to this game? A consistent posting of Spider-Man in this RPG, which great Spidey quips and compelling stories. I really want to give this Ricochet arc a proper run and conclusion.
How many times do you intend on posting a DAY IN the RPG: Enough
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 dialouge:
NOTE: Not in continuity...
"Now that's something new..." Peter Parker stared out the window of the classroom at a black portal appearing on the side of a building across the street.
"Mr. Parker?" Mr. Bendis, his chemistry teacher, stood at the front of the class, his toe tapping impatiently.
Peter quickly turned his attention back to the class. Ugh...stoichiometry. He awkwardly flipped through his binder to where the rest of the class was: a chapter behind where he was.
"Well?" It was immediately evident to Peter that he was being made an example of.
Peter sighed.
"Sorry, can you repeat the question?"
"No, Peter, I can't. Detention after school."
Peter couldn't believe it.
"What?!"
"Intellect does not free you from the need for classroom ettiquette, Mr. Parker. You seem to have more important things on your mind, so you can make up for our lost -"
Suddenly, Peter's spider-sense went off like crazy, warning him of danger. He turned his gaze just as a small pickup truck launched through the black portal across the street.
"EVERYBODY GET DOWN!" Peter fell to the floor as the truck smashed through the wall and skidded across the floor, pushing desks out of the way before screaching to a hault.
After a few moments of deafening silence, Mr. Bendis picked himself up.
"Is everybody okay?"
The rest of the class began picking themselves up. Some were screaming. Some were crying. All were shaken and upset. All except Peter Parker. He grabbed his backpack and ran out of the room, unseen by the rest of the class. One minute later, he was on the roof, in costume, staring into the street.
"Well, you've gotta give him points for originality."
In the streets was a man completely white with black...spots?...floating around on his body. He was throwing these spots from his body onto things and causing all sorts of chaos. Spider-Man jumped from the roof and in one quick movement, planted both feet hard into his chest.
"Look, I don't mean to butt in, but Grandma is going to be pissed if you stain the carpet!" He flipped backward and landed on a lamp post.
"Let me guess, you're the Spot."
Silently, the man's face narrowed at him angrily. He suddenly threw a spot at Peter, narrowly missing him and landing on a wall near him. Spidey chuckled.
"You know, most super-villains have better aim."
Without a word, the man threw another spot directly underneath him, launching himself through it, coming out and smashing hard into Peter. Before he could react, the two tumbled through another hole and appeared high above the streets. Spidey quickly grabbed onto the wall, sending Spot falling toward the streets.
"See Spot fall. Fall Spot, fall!" He fired a web at him, attaching to his ankle seconds before hitting the concrete.
"Spot falls fast! Slow down, Spot!" He held onto the web and jumped down to the street below, attaching the web to the lamp post nearby. Spot gumbled silently to himself, hanging upside down. With a quick flip of his web-shooters, he webbed up the man as he struggled.
"You're not one for words, are you? Wait...I bet you're like Daredevil! You lost your sense of...talking...so you got powers! No, wait, that doesn't make sense..."
Suddenly, sirens were heard as three police cars turned the corner. Spidey chuckled as Spot.
"Well, that's for getting me detention. Now I have something to remember while I'm cleaning chalk brushes for an hour while I could be...working on Jonah's website?" He rubbed his chin.
"I guess its not that bad afterall!" He shrugged.
"Well, see ya, Spotty! Good luck with the stains!"