With Venom160's blessing, I'll be dropping Powerboy in favor of:
DC RPG Season VI Application
Screen Name: Eddie Brock
Character you would like to play (please include the color and font you plan on using to portray the character): Superboy (
Bold blue Tahoma)
Powers and Brief Origin (provide at least two sentences) If you copy/paste this information from another website, link back to it, or it is considered plagiarism and is not allowed.: Superboy has most of the abilities of Superman: strength, speed, flight, heat-vision, x-ray vision, invulnerability. But Superboy has an added bonus of tactile telekinesis.
Superboy is a clone of Superman mixed with Lex Luthor. Superboy started as a replacement for Superman when he died. Superman embraced his clone, giving him the Kryptonian name Kon-El. Superboy then lived with the Kents under the name of Connor Kent. He fought alongside the Teen Titans - while simultaneously courting Cassie Sandsmark. Connor's life was put on hold when he went into a coma. One year later, he returned to the life he once knew. The new Dark Alliance ruined everything, however, as Connor was able to be manipulated by the Luthor DNA in his blood. During his short tenure as a villain, Connor paralyzed his teammate and long-time girlfriend, Cassie.
Group your character is aligned with (if applicable): Teen Titans
Write two complete sentences using proper English grammar. One to explain what you plan to do with the character you've chosen. The other to explain why you've chosen this character. (i.e. What are your goals? Will you be doing anything different with the character than is usually seen?): Frankly, the Teen Titans are being played by some of the most talented writers I know, and working with them is a privilege. I have much planned for Connor this year, and I intend to see it through. It should be another fun ride.
Do you have an Instant Messenger? Which one, and what is your screen name?: MSN - Mantis_05
If you know how to post pictures, please provide a picture of your character you wish to be used for the Character Roster (if you do not know how, or do not have a preference, please say so and a default picture shall be picked for you):
Please provide a small sample post with original content in the style that you plan to write your character in (must be at least 3 paragraphs long and contain at least one line of dialogue):
It's one of my favorite pictures. As I playfully roll my eyes, Cassie plants a soft kiss on my cheek. In the background, the bright lights of the boardwalk add a finishing touch to a magical evening. Suit unbuttoned and tie loosened, I sit quietly on the edge of my bed, holding the picture in my hands. It came from one of our first dates after 'officially' becoming a couple. Life was simpler back then.
Okay, maybe it wasn't
simpler, but we were all so optimistic - maybe even
naive - that it didn't
matter. There were still wars, people still died, and hearts were still broken. But the Titans, all of us, used to think that everything was going to be okay. We were all
sure that we could change the world. Maybe we have, but it's not what we had hoped for. We see now that it was childish to think that we could solve
all of the world's problems, but we had certainly hoped for better results.
Now, as we grow older, it's getting progressively harder to keep that mentality. We're reaching a very turbulent time in our lives. Our days as
Teen Titans are numbered. Adulthood - and all its subsequent problems - breathes down our neck terrifyingly. We've even begun to outlive our mentors, albeit prematurely. The world we grew up in has turned a cold shoulder to us. Gone are the days of Superman and Batman patting us on the back, assuring us that everything would work out.
We're beginning to see that everything
won't work out - not always. Maybe that's a lesson that we're
meant to learn, but that doesn't make it any easier. The world is testing us, and it feels increasingly more difficult to succeed. Sure, we have each other, but we really
don't. Kara is gone. Bart has withdrawn into himself. Tim is dealing with yet
another hardship in his life. Rose is fighting feelings of isolation. Cassie, though she insists otherwise, is burying a pain deep inside her. In fact, Zach seems to be the only one of us
left that isn't emotionally scarred beyond all salvation.
Me? I wish I knew where to start. Actually, I know
exactly where to start. Cassie. It all begins and ends there. I always promised her that I would
never hurt her, and I did just that. If I can't even stop myself from hurting the
one person who means the world to me, who's safe? I'm so afraid of spiraling downward into a world where I hurt
everyone around me until I'm utterly alone. Then again, solitude seems to be my lot in life. I'm going to outlive them all. That's my greatest fear. I don't deal with it often, but - with all the death - surrounding us, that sad reality rears its head again.
No matter what, I
will outlive them all. Tim, Zach, Rose, Cassie, the whole world. They're only human. I don't know how Kal deals with this ever-present threat of being utterly alone. He already knows what that feels like. He's lost one home. What will happen when he loses another? How can he just put on a happy face and kiss Lois goodbye every morning when he
knows that one day he'll stand at her funeral? That's why I can never be Superman.
More and more, as life's adversities pound upon me, I remain standing somehow. This prompts everyone to assure me that I'm following in
his footsteps. But I know that can't be true. Kal handles everything so well. He carries the weight of the world on his shoulders, and he
never complains. Obviously, I can't know what he's thinking, but he doesn't
appear to be so wracked with fear and uncertainty as I am. I'm not Superman. I never will be. I have his genes. I bear his symbol. But those alone do not make the man.
I don't know how I got
here. I don't know how I became the person, sitting on the edge of his bed, that I am today. What happened to the guy on the boardwalk, his girlfriend's arms around him and a smile on his face? Was that
ever me? He seems so faraway now.
"Knock, knock?"
Still holding the picture, I look over my shoulder to see Cassie in the doorway. Like me, she hasn't gotten out of her funeral clothes yet. Somehow, through the mourning colors and the wheelchair, her beauty continues to shine through. It astounds me.
"Whatcha doin'?" Cassie asks casually, looking at my hands.
I place the picture back on my dresser and shrug.
"Just thinking," I answer simply. It's so much more than thinking, but I don't want to burden her with my inner feelings. That's
my cross to bear.
"I know today was a rough day," Cassie admits. She rolls down to the foot of my bed and sits in her chair next to me. Looking me in the eyes, she continues,
"But they're not all going to be like this."
"I know."
"This is just something that we all have to deal with in our own way, y'know?" she asks rhetorically.
"And I know 'strong and silent' has always been your style, but I'm here to listen to you."
I close my eyes for a moment.
"Thank you," I respond sincerely.
Smiling, Cassie reaches out and takes my hand in hers. We don't need to say anything more. The comfort of our interlaced fingers tells us all we need to know. And just for a fleeting moment, I suddenly feel much better about the future. I realize, looking at Cassie and seeing the genuine concern in her eyes, that I'm not really alone. And for a moment, I think I gain some insight into Kal's head. Sure, Cassie won't be here forever. But she's here now.
And, for what it's worth, that's all I need.
