Gotham: A New Generation (OOC)

[United States of Brainy]

Amelia lives mostly in the Narrows, which is one of the poorer communities in Gotham and is rife with gang violence and such. She operates throughout Gotham. Of course, her building is rather... secure, usually by people rather thoroughly enthralled by her power.

Despite the fact she can barely tolerate the chaos of the Narrows, she lives there precisely because no one would suspect someone like Edict to live in a place like that. In her civilian guise, she was a 'mute' waitress at a restaurant elsewhere in Gotham. She communicates by notepad, mostly, since it is most likely a common civilian will be able to understand that better.

Of course, her handwriting is in perfectly sized and written cursive, as though she'd typed the words into the notepad's paper.

With the money she's earned (read: stolen from gangsters) and such, as well as her powers, she could easily live the 'high life' - but that's what people would expect. Just because she hates chaos doesn't mean she's going to allow herself to be caught by being predictable.

She isn't a waitress anymore since she almost got caught. Now, she mostly lives as Edict.

Wow, that's really interesting. I can see you've thought a lot about your character!

[The Frozen Forest]

Just a few more thoughts because I'm bored-

I could see Elias(Crimson Thorn) and Amelia(Edict) being a couple/working as a team because they seem a good match in both their civilian and costumed identities. They both seem like upper-class, high society folks that are sticklers for good manners. Elias doesn't like loud noises and Amelia is a mute for most of the time. And they're both ruthless and have god complexes and believe they're right about everything. Also, @TheVOID, I'm assuming Amelia uses sign language to communicate in everyday situations?

I think D'Arte or Scarecrow would be interested in Phlegethon as a test subject, involving his powers or because of his f'd-up mental state.

I could see Riddler and Batgirl as flip sides of the coin. They're both hackers; Riddler likes to leave clues behind and Babs has the photographic memory to uncover them.

D'Arte, Gunslinger and Babs all work for the University but at different professional hierarchies- D'Arte's a tenured professor, Babs is a research librarian and Ed is a security guard. Might be interesting in seeing how that dynamic plays out- D'Arte giving Babs orders, Babs giving Ed orders, Ed trying to assert university security rules over his academic superiors.

Last thought- Maybe Jack is a regular visitor to the library because he's a custodian and doesn't have much money and the library's free and he can study the religious texts. He's not a university student so technically he's not supposed to be there but Babs lets him in because she feels sorry for him and Ed doesn't like that she does it because it's a security issue?

Like I said, I'm bored and when I'm bored, I come up with stuff. They're nothing more than suggestions, take them or leave them. If you feel like I'm stepping on your toes or if you're just annoyed, Flutter, just tell me and I'll quit it.

You wouldn't be wrong, actually. I was planning on him using cheap or free public facilities for things, which actually tends to leave him near criminals as well, because of his financial problems. It might be a reoccurring problem throughout the Roleplay, him struggling to get by and possibly being tempted to commit to crime. I think it would be interesting if they all had that sort of close connection without realizing that one another are villains/hero's.

[Tiekerrick]

1. Good observation Brainy on the whole relationship dealy-do of D'Arte. He is very much an authoritarian and interested in experimenting with alternative biology.

2. For Flutterlands, I put in a hero app for consideration. If there are tweaks that need to be done to it let me know.

[The Flutterlands]

1. Good observation Brainy on the whole relationship dealy-do of D'Arte. He is very much an authoritarian and interested in experimenting with alternative biology.

2. For Flutterlands, I put in a hero app for consideration. If there are tweaks that need to be done to it let me know.

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[Tiekerrick]

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[The Flutterlands]

Hero APP: (Delete Everything in Parentheses including this)
Name/Alias:Dr. Harold Cordon / White Samurai
Age:33
Gender:Male
Appearance:Day:

(Image)

Night:

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Personality:Honorable, inquisitive, disciplined
Faction:Disciples of Batman, formerly Followers of the Hood
Race: Human
Backstory: Harold Cordon was born to international sales liaisons John and Carol Cordon. With most of the business they represented for Wayne Enterprises being in the Asian continent, Harold spent most of his school time in Japan. With it being infrastructurally central to the rest of the operation, the Cordons left Harold alone as they made trips for business. Every major holiday though they would return to Gotham to be with their extended families, and these times led Harold to see the darkness coming upon the city. He grew up to study biotech and medicine in Japan, and moved to Gotham upon completion. He would come to Gotham with not only certification, but the ability to fight crime.

Harold began work in the Hospital E.R., and would use this to confirm suspected criminals. At night he would go out in black robes and white mask to behead the criminals as an example. This attracted the Followers of the Hood, and he was brought in as he continued his work. Then one day came. The Followers came to know of an arms deal going down, and desired the participation of Harold considering the head dealer was a recent patient. They prepared the ambush and went in for the kill. They were able to take down many of the dealers, but one hopped into their car and drove right into Harold. He was down, and all the Followers would do. is return him home. In immense pain he removed his costume and put on loose clothes and called an ambulance. After going to the hospital it was found that his hip was shattered. He had to get it replaced and was committed to bedrest for months. This time he meditates often, which he had neglected since he came to Gotham. He felt a battle within his soul. This was not the way he had been taught. He tried to go through all of his teachings, but he just remembered that the Followers killed and left. There was no remorse. The E.R. Was toxic for his soul. With work being impossible for him in the hospital, he began to reach out to some family contacts at Wayne Enterprises. They agreed to a trial run with online consultation. When he was well enough to stand and move, he went to the offices and began to work in lab.

He was out of vigilante work for a year, but one day he was walking home when he was attacked. He defended himself, turn the mugger around, and held his head and neck, but before snapping the neck he just choked him out. He called the police and left the scene promptly. He was seen by a member of the Disciples of Batman and followed before being stopped all together. Harold had actually stopped the target of the disciple and was asked at that point to join them. Knowing the history of the Disciples he agreed and began to work with them nightly. He added more armor to his outfit, and blunted his blade as to never kill another again, only bruise.
Powers/Weapons/Tech: Blunt Katana, sleeper darts, calf recoil system for reduction of landing shock, climber claws for grasping smooth surfaces, and Kevlar armor suit
Weaknesses:breach of moral code dilemma will put severely distract him, choosing compassion over necessity, and due to his metal hips blunt force and temperature extremes cause immense discomfort and stiffness
Skills:martial arts(shorinji kempo, jujitsu, karate, kenjutsu[swordsmanship]), biotech handling, Understands multiple languages(Japanese, Mandarin, Hindi, Korean, German, Latin, and Greek)
RP Examples:RP Examples: I have experience in RP just no examples in this site, so the examples below are from some of my other exploits.
Entering into the town on his steed, Jaokim Melora rides up to the stables. After paying for the stay in the stable and inn, he makes way toward the town center where a small crowd was gathering around some bards playing their tunes. Forcing himself into the front of the crowd he smiled at the two battle bards and took out a coin, waiting to see who would slip first.

Mark looked over his domain, a small series of boxes of workers at their desks when he heard this bit of news.(prior to this a friendly competitor called to inform the middle manager character of a possible merger between the two companies) Contemplating the situation, he turned back to his phone, "Looking at the market shares it seems that this merger can only be mutually beneficial. There isn't much we can do about it now if the administration decides to join, we just roll. I plan on rolling to the top, and if you were smart you'd stay out of my way instead of cluttering my path with rumors. I'll talk to you later." At this he hung up the call and sat down.
There was too much at risk now, so Mark thought about his prospects. If he didn't adapt he wouldn't survive, but if he did adapt, it could prove a hurdle he may not get over. He began reviewing his accounts and comparing them to the Market. He picked up the phone to get in contact with Hector, the stock trader who can help him with the upcoming trouble with his finances.
Extra Information (Optional, and for enjoyment and Immersion)
Day Job: R&D director of biotech in Wayne Enterprises
Living Place: An apartment in Burnley
Voice Actor: Michael J. Fox
Likes/Dislikes:Likes-biology, philosophy, and martial arts
Dislikes-dishonorable conduct, stupidity, and goodbyes
Theme Song:The Plains-Knights of Neon
Did you read the rules?yes

Accepted

[The Flutterlands]

WIP - ALL INFORMATION SUBJECT TO CHANGE

Hero APP:

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Name/Alias: Isaac Elliott / Phlegethon
Age: 38
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Personality:
Faction:
Race: Human
Backstory:

Born in the East End, 112 Franklin Street, Isaac’s early life was full of crime and criminals. There were no jobs, no opportunities to make money, and many a kid looked at the costs versus risks and asked themselves the question “How to make the most money”. Many saw crime, from selling drugs to murder, as the answer to their issues, taking it up with the gangs there and working for the bigger boys. They made their own families, of a sort, a brutal class that had few rules except the families, who ascribed to no morals except the ones they made. Isaac’s father was one such criminal, a higher-ranking boss who had connections to cocaine for the rich, roofies for the poor, prostitutes for the streets, and murders along the waterfront. The man had power in spades, of a sort, never really coming home for fear of leading footprints there. Isaac’s mother was a former prostitute, one whose pimp was at one time Isaac’s father, one who had really been elevated only by catching an eye that mattered, and one who hated her husband for what he was and what he did. Isaac was conceived out of wedlock, a party without restraint, and yet despite all the hate, all the evil, his father decided to take a little thing upon himself, marrying.

And so, Isaac was born into a life where muscle mattered, where goons of his father’s watched the house, watched him at school from afar, watched him play and watched him sleep. To call him safe, at the time, would be aa most definite understatement. His mother hated it, hated it all, hated that it was necessary and hated that it was done. She really felt that all she could was watch from afar, though over time that facade and that strength deteriorated. What would happen when Isaac got older, she asked herself, what would happen when he was eleven, twelve, fifteen? Would her husband want a son in his gang, a son to be a lieutenant, a son to be an underling? Would he want to bring him into the fold? The thought of him being out there, out there among the fiends and criminals, that brought a fear she had not really felt. When Isaac was nine, his mother called the police, giving that location and giving that lead.

She didn’t last the year. The police ruled it as a traffic accident, a truck T-boning her little car on the highway at 90 MPH, the tin can crumpling and the mother dying on impact. The police ruled it as a traffic accident, and Isaac was sent to his father, sent there and taken to a safehouse. His mother turned into a maid, worn and tired and cowed to fear, and his father turned to brutes and goons that were always changing in that revolving door of life. A new face every day, that was how that went. Isaac went to school, went to bed, ate and slept and lived in only the most technical of senses. He became suspect, no friends at school and no friends on the streets. People about him, from teachers to kid, became bribed and chained to his father.

At age eleven, after two years of ash and paper-thin lives, a power began to awake in Isaac. His ‘mother’ began to, over the course of those two years, grow gaunt and aged, back strained against the earth and feet turning unsteady on hardwood floors. His ‘father’ turned aged as well, lines on his faces turning into furrows so deep one could plant there, arms turning weak and eyes turning squinting. A month later, the maid died of heart failure. The goons got Alzheimer’s from their close contact. Then a teacher died, at his school from a heart attack. Isaac had been in the classroom at the time. It might have been normal, though amazingly grim, had he not been twenty-two. Classmates turned incapable at PT, strong boys becoming like victims of famine, thin ones becoming walking skeletons, and Isaac ran away. He knew what was happening, and he ran away. He ran home, ran to an abandoned house that held memories, and there his father came. The man’s presence was like a giant, a titan of myth, and he seemed to very large. Childish hatred, unrestrained by thoughts and complexities of the older, was released by Isaac, the young boy running at his father, trying to punch the bulk of him, trying to do something, anything, anything at all to give a measure of vengeance to his mother, to his own life. The father laughed, laughed and laughed, said it was cute that his son had spirit, that his son had vim. And then the laugh died-down, the father’s eyes sinking into his skull within minutes, a hand grasping for a heart beneath flesh. The father stammered, falling into a lean against the wall with a heavy step, and his other hand grasped ahold of his son’s collar. Even as his hand turned just as gaunt, varicose veins bulging and arthritis setting-in, the father asked if he’d been poisoned, what had the son done, what had he done. He died in confusion, eyes bulging as the heart fell-away, and the corpse clattered against the ground. Some measure of vengeance was granted then.

Isaac ran away again, knowing that there was no place for him in normal society, knowing that there was no home that could be, no apartment that could give normality, and knowing that no friendship could last as it was. He ran away, turning himself into Gotham Police, and wild claims of lunacy and insanity granted the young adult an apartment. It was a single room, no walls, one door, one toilet, no table. He was in a cell, surrounded by so, so many bodies, surrounded and exuding a force upon those who were deserving. The young man was an anomaly for Arkham Asylum, always calm, always collected, and as such he was given more attention than whatever could be considered ‘rank and file’. The murders he said he had committed were various, each not at all matching others and each being brutal, and the sense he gave was that of a normal person. His interviews, however, were bloody, violent things of screaming and yelling, of restraints by guards and manufactured rage. Isaac wanted them to go away, go away and be away, go away and keep there, and the doctors came, came and came, different ones and weird ones and always calm, calm, calm. They came, and Isaac changed.

His face drew death, death and dead things, skin rotting-away without pain and muscles giving dominance over to bone, clean and unsullied. His eye fell-away, fell out during an interview, and hair turned to ash when the young man slept. Doctors came and came, yet could never find the issue. All the hate, all the anger, all the death and dead things and influences, all that became bottled-up in Isaac’s head. All of it was bottled-up there, a side-effect of his interviews, of his wishes to not kill the psychiatrists and doctors and guards, of people doing jobs they did, and all of it made it’s home in the man’s head. It pruned the home of things it did not take to, the skin, the hair, the flesh and muscle and eye, and left only that which was of death, only that which did not leave in death. Isaac was left with one eye, a bit of nose gone, a bit of the flesh about his mouth gone. The interviews kept coming.

Isaac stayed at Arkham and the guards stopped turning old. The doctors stopped growing gaunt and tired. He felt that he was controlling whatever he had, controlling what he was given, and eventually, just a little, he stopped being so angry, stopped wearing a mask he wore to them. Of course, Isaac had a reputation for being violent, for throwing fits and chairs, and they were twitchy at first. The mood-swings that had seemingly marked him before seemed to come back, yet after five months of the young man talking like a normal human, they started to treat him as such, to understand him as such. They talked and talked, eventually leading to three doctors recommending Isaac Elliot’s transfer from the Asylum, his integration into normal society. Isaac would be released, aged twenty-five, a man who had become reborn in a way. He had no job prospects, however, nothing because of his face and his eye, nothing because of time spent locked away, of a recond he himself had partially falsified, and as such took-up a job online as an artist. He stayed at home, barely going-out because everyone always was watching, because there was a world out there with eyes and minds and they were always thinking, always always, and they were thinking those same thoughts the goons who had once watched him. Isaac couldn’t really stand it.

He would become a recluse, an outcast from normal society. At least, he was a recluse until the man head of new forces and factions in town. Wanting to find someone, something, that would accept him, Isaac Elliot joined the Followers of the Hood, his hatred of his father, of what his father had done, an easy benefit to his own life.

Powers/Weapons/Tech:

• The Shadow
  Isaac is supremely capable of exerting the influences of death upon individuals, causing rapid aging and the diseases that come with, physical ailments assaulting persons within his range. This might be done at range, with no physical contact, which has a lengthier time of ten minutes, this might be done with the general area Isaac is in, which would be a far longer period, or this might be done via physical contact. The first signs of his power comes with a slowing and degradation of the musculature, as though by disuse and stagnation, along with an aging of the skin and hair of the person, such as white streaks there or balding. This is followed with vein issues, blood clots and varicose veins, arthritis setting-in at the person’s joins. The final steps involve organ failure, central regions having supreme issues in doing such things as living.
• Weapons:
  • M9 Beretta
  • Lightweight Ballistic Vest
  • Ballistic Helmet
  • K-Bar

Weaknesses:(Actual weaknesses, not just a stronger person or that they are human)
Skills:(Mundane Abilities not related to your powers)
RP Examples: (At least Two regardless of whether i have rp'ed with you before or not)
Extra Information (Optional, and for enjoyment and Immersion)
Day Job: (what job do you have when not a hero or vigilante saving Gotham from itself?)
Living Place: (What district does your chracter reside in, and where is their home base, separate from Wayne manor)
Voice Actor: (name and preferably a sound bit if possible)
Likes/Dislikes:
Theme Song:
Did you read the rules?

Accepted

[United States of Brainy]

What's up? Anyone got anything to say?

[Yaana Noore]

What about weaknesses?

[United States of Brainy]

What about weaknesses?

Yeah, Ormata's app for Phlagethon is still missing a lot of stuff. Weaknesses, skills, the whole last part.

[Luminesa]

Okay, last time it was a fluke, this time for real. Flutter, this App is incomplete, it even says it’s a WIP in the post. You have to let him finish before you accept it.

[Greater Meme Land]

Hero APP: (Delete Everything in Parentheses including this)
Name/Alias: Thomas Axel Harris/Templar
Age: 47
Gender:
Appearance:

Personality: Thomas is a loud, jovial man with a good sense of humor. He’s known for his love of drinking, and is commonly seen out at some bar or another. He treats any younger disciples than him as children to some degree, and is fiercely protective of any younger comrade.
Faction: Disciples of Batman
Race: (would prefer an established DC race, if not human)
Backstory: (how did they get their powers, and why turn to a life of crime, Two Paragraphs)
Powers/Weapons/Tech:
Abilities:
Enhanced Physical Capabilities: Thomas, along with being in peak physical condition, also has physical capabilities greater than that of even some of the most physically fit people on the planet, with a top running speed of around 33 mph, a maximum lifting weight of over 200 lbs, almost unlimited stamina, etc.
Divine Flame: Thomas is able to create a blazing white fire from his fingertips that conforms completely to his will. It does not behave as normal fire, instead being capable of being shaped into various forms. This fire is only able to be extinguished at Thomas’ command.
Weapons/Equipment:
Desperate Thorn: A gun-lance (basically a giant bayonet with a gun inside) that Thomas uses as his primary weapon. The lance measures at almost 9 feet long, and weighs in at around 145 lbs. It uses six various firing modes:

Semi Auto: One round at a time.
Full Auto: Fires at a rate of about 950 rounds per minute.
Three Round Burst: Three shots per trigger pull.
Shotgun: You guys know what a shotgun is right?
Railgun: Fires of short steel bots at a speed of around 8,270 ft/s.
Grenade Launcher: It shoots grenades.

Templar’s Armor: A heavy suit of armor, equipped with a communicator, respirator, a heads up display (similar to the Iron Man suit), a bulletproof/fireproof exterior metal plating, a fully auto driven attack drone, equipped with a machine gun and spyware (a microphone, video camera, basic hacking tools).
Weaknesses:(Actual weaknesses, not just a stronger person or that they are human)
Skills: Hand to Hand combat, Marksmanship and gun based combat,
RP Examples: (At least Two regardless of whether i have rp'ed with you before or not)
Extra Information (Optional, and for enjoyment and Immersion)
Day Job: (what job do you have when not a hero or vigilante saving Gotham from itself?)
Living Place: (What district does your chracter reside in, and where is their home base, separate from Wayne manor)
Voice Actor: (name and preferably a sound bit if possible)
Likes/Dislikes:
Theme Song:
Did you read the rules?

[Bycrest]

Just a few more thoughts because I'm bored-

I could see Elias(Crimson Thorn) and Amelia(Edict) being a couple/working as a team because they seem a good match in both their civilian and costumed identities. They both seem like upper-class, high society folks that are sticklers for good manners. Elias doesn't like loud noises and Amelia is a mute for most of the time. And they're both ruthless and have god complexes and believe they're right about everything. Also, @TheVOID, I'm assuming Amelia uses sign language to communicate in everyday situations?

I think D'Arte or Scarecrow would be interested in Phlegethon as a test subject, involving his powers or because of his f'd-up mental state.

I could see Riddler and Batgirl as flip sides of the coin. They're both hackers; Riddler likes to leave clues behind and Babs has the photographic memory to uncover them.

D'Arte, Gunslinger and Babs all work for the University but at different professional hierarchies- D'Arte's a tenured professor, Babs is a research librarian and Ed is a security guard. Might be interesting in seeing how that dynamic plays out- D'Arte giving Babs orders, Babs giving Ed orders, Ed trying to assert university security rules over his academic superiors.

Last thought- Maybe Jack is a regular visitor to the library because he's a custodian and doesn't have much money and the library's free and he can study the religious texts. He's not a university student so technically he's not supposed to be there but Babs lets him in because she feels sorry for him and Ed doesn't like that she does it because it's a security issue?

Like I said, I'm bored and when I'm bored, I come up with stuff. They're nothing more than suggestions, take them or leave them. If you feel like I'm stepping on your toes or if you're just annoyed, Flutter, just tell me and I'll quit it.

Considering the Bat-family are the only people Riddler will even acknowledge (at least my version of him), I can see that working. He'll see all the new heroes as just decked-out thugs with no intelligence and pretty much be bummed out that Batman isn't the one trying to solve his riddles. You can probably guess that a common excuse he'll use is that he eased up on his challenges because no one else could possibly solve his real material.

[Yaana Noore]

I find it funny in the Batman universe that the villains are just as dependent on Batman as the good guys. Without Batman there the bad guys like Joker and the Riddler find it hard to even motivate themselves.

[The V O I D]

I find it funny in the Batman universe that the villains are just as dependent on Batman as the good guys. Without Batman there the bad guys like Joker and the Riddler find it hard to even motivate themselves.

HEY! VILLAINS HAVE FEELINGS TOO, YA KNOW? THEY HAVE NEEDS.

[Shadowwell]

Mind if i put in my two cents or give suggestions or such here, Flutter?

[The Flutterlands]

Mind if i put in my two cents or give suggestions or such here, Flutter?

Sure.

[Shadowwell]

Mind if i put in my two cents or give suggestions or such here, Flutter?

Sure.

Firstly, since you are going about this slightly differently than i was, you could change some of the wording in the places of interest for one, as the bit referring to lucius fox's illness was going to play into a plot point involving Gothcorp (or another prominent DC company) to take over, and the illness would be revealed to be a ploy by one villain or group or another.

Additionally, this is more towards the various rpers, but you lot have to be careful with your bio's and such, as though this is not strictly canon, you still want to make sure that your back stories for canon characters leave possibilities for other characters that are canon to be done, for example, if someone wanted to play another batgirl, or the femal robin or such, current apps could restrict those for possible players.

[Ormata]

My confusion is great.

[Bycrest]

My confusion is great.

What are you confused about?

[Yaana Noore]

When can we expect the IC?

[Ormata]

My confusion is great.

What are you confused about?

Why am I accepted. Haven't even finished the character.

[Yaana Noore]

What are you confused about?

Why am I accepted. Haven't even finished the character.

Oh, none of us know. Would you mind filling the app out anyway though please? Helps for all of us to RP against your character.

[Bycrest]

What are you confused about?

Why am I accepted. Haven't even finished the character.

I feel like that was an error in judgment on the OP's part. Until you finish your application you are not accepted.

[Ormata]

Why am I accepted. Haven't even finished the character.

I feel like that was an error in judgment on the OP's part. Until you finish your application you are not accepted.

Well, yeah of course. I'll do so.