Gotham Ascending

Aura

Aura

One Thousand Club
Villain name:


Alias (the name given before they assumed their villain identity):


Background/abilities (if an OC, I can google any characters that I don't know otherwise)


Writing sample: Write a small sample as the character that you would like to play (3-4 ish)


I will provide my example shortly.
 
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Villain name: Scarecrow


Alias: Jonathan Crane


Writing sample:


The lingering sun hung to the corner of the horizon casting the harbour in a fiery orange light. The stench of fish wafted through the air though its overwhelming nature was gradually decreasing with every minute that he stood watching the scene. Crane yawned loudly and readjusted the mask upon his face before barking out an order at one of his lackeys to handle the materials more carefully. The man grumbled something back in response though Jonathan chose to ignore it, there was no point to dealing with his crew's disrespect at this particular moment. His latest shipment had come in earlier than anticipated, so he had great reason to celebrate.


Well, he had reason to celebrate until a large shadow passed overhead. It was too rapid to be a cloud obscuring the setting sun and too distinctive to be anything but him. Crane cast his eyes skyward but found nothing indicative that Batman was present. That was no surprise. He cursed and reached into his pocket pulling out three vials of his infamous fear toxin. A distant scream of one of his henchmen told him that his suspicions were correct and that the infamous Batman was present. His heart skipped a beat and Crane grinned from underneath his mask... he had spent so long working with fear and with his toxins that the feeling was rare and special. Batman was one of the few things that could elicit such a response from him.


"Keep working. I need this shipment!" Crane barked at the henchmen who were now paling after hearing the scream. To ensure their productivity Crane snarled and a dark green puff of smoke sprayed forth from his wrist at the nearest unfortunate worker, something Lestrade... was his first name Gerald? Lestrade immediately began clawing at his throat and screaming in terror and the other hired men jerked back to their tasks. Batman was a terrifying prospect to them, but he was better than the alternative which was to experience Scarecrow's infamous fear gas for themselves. Lestrade's cries of terrified anguish echoed into the night as he slumped to his knees clawing at his neck as if an invisible noose had been strung around it.
 
Villian Name:


Kingpin


Alias:


Samuel Swift


Writing Sample:


Samuel strolled across the catwalk of an old warehouse in Metropolis. Men beneath him were busily loading boxes into trucks and pulling apart weaponry. He grabbed a nearby pipe and walked into a rusty, decaying room. Bound to a chair was a man from the Joker Gang, he had been kidnapped from Gotham by Samuel's men. Samuel pulled the bag off this enforcer's head and began speaking.


"Now, I'm going to ask you a few questions, and you will answer them. Do I make myself clear?" He said in a heavy Metropolitan accent, The enforcer replied "Fuck you!" and spit on Samuel's new suit. Samuel quickly replied "Ah, ah, ah, not the answer I was looking for." Samuel grasped the rusty pipe and swung it into the enforcer's chest.


"Ugh" the enforcer choked out and he vomited on the floor. "Go to hell!" He choked out, just barely. Samuel was in no mood for games. He gestured to a nearby goon and was given a syringe. Samuel pushed it into the enforcer's arm and smiled. The enforcer began convulsing wildly, nearly breaking free of the ropes binding him. Then, as quickly as the convulsing had started, it stopped. The enforcer's eyes were now a midnight black. Samuel asked "Now that I have


your cooperation, when was the last time The Batman has been sighted?" The enforcer replied in a monotone voice "Two weeks ago." Samuel grinned and began to walk out of the door as the enforcer slumped in the chair. Samuel held out a hand and was given a megaphone. He spoke with a booming presence "Men, we're going to Gotham."
 
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Villain Name: The Riddler


Alias: Edward Nigma


Background/Abilities: Edward Nigma is a villain obsessed with riddles, puzzles, and brain teasers, who took the alias of the Riddler to commit crimes. Riddler frequently tries to outsmart Gotham's hero Batman, but is always defeated by the Dark Knight. After spending some time 'reformed' working as a Private Investigator in Gotham, he has returned to his old villainous ways.

  • Genius-Level Intelligence
  • Connections/Technology


Writing Sample:


Hardly a sound could be heard through the metallic structure, except of course for the scuffling of three captives, clearly officers judging by their uniforms. The dank surroundings were dark with grime, and the sickening smell of gunpowder permeated the air. "I swear, Riddler's really lost it this time..." said the bulkiest captive, who looked as though he had seen better days. He was covered in cuts, and his uniform of partially ripped at the torso. He appeared to have a freshly bleeding wound around his shoulder, a deep gash from the looks of it. He, as well as the other officers appeared to be following a particular path. Oddly enough, none of them looked restrained, a first. Riddler had left them free to wander, free to plan their escape...


"That bastard has always been mad, that ain't new," interjected the second cop, who appeared to also be sporting a few injuries, particular to his hands. " Still dunno why he didn't tie us up. Not that I'm complaining, of course," He added. The final one remained silent, and the other two officers couldn't blame him. Being abducted was enough to scare the living heck out of anyone, being abducted by the Riddler of all people, and it was a miracle that he hadn't lost it. Gingerly, they edged around a corner, their skin growing pale as they heard some sort of metallic scrapping underneath the floor. The captives generally assumed that there was another trap ahead of them. Gradually, everything, the fact that they hadn't been restrained, why there appeared to be traps all around the place, it was beginning to make sense...


"Maybe Riddler wanted us to be free. That psychopath probably wants us to get killed by his traps! Hes sick!" The bulky officer growled.


"Makes sense... where the heck is Batman? He should be here by now!"


"Easy, officer. The Big Bad Bat doesn't even know you're hear!" Piped up the distinctively taunting voice of Edward Nigma.


The officers stumbled forward in shock. The one that hadn't said a word suddenly jumped, darting down the corridor. He ignored the calls from his colleagues, and most unfortunately, stumbled upon the next trapped. He yelped as a title beneath him suddenly turned red, seemingly sliding from under his feet. The metallic noise that they had heard suddenly made sense as he fell underground, his scream echoing through the structure. The gruesome sound of blood splattering across the wall was heard as he fell onto a spinning blade, ending the man's life in a most horrendously painful way...


"You... twisted bastard! Let us go!" The leaner officer roared, his eyes wide with shock from the sudden death of his colleague.


"Oh, but officer," Nigma began, his tone mockingly sympathetic, "I HAVE let you go. You're free to leave any time. If your tiny brain wasn't so hopelessly mundane, you might be able to get out. But you may want to hurry, because if you haven't found your way out of there in the next... say 3 hours, I'm afraid you'll each find yourselves buried in the remains of this cesspit..."
 
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@Deadkool - Accepted. I hadn't even thought of incorporating villains from outside of Batman's rogue gallery, like Kingpin, but I'm really excited about that idea. Kingpin is a perfect character for this story.


@Dreadpool - I'm so impressed that you captured the Riddler's mocking speaking patterns so perfectly, I totally read his words in his Arkham Asylum/City voice. Accepted.


Also, did we want to wait for any others to sign-up or to just start? The good thing about this story is that people should be able to jump in at any time.


I'm also going to take Mad Hatter to ally with Scarecrow and Two-Face just to add some more characters to this. Let me know if either of you want to double, I'm quite happy with your level of writing so you've easily earned the right to more characters.


Just let me know what you two think. :)
 
I'm ready to start whenever you guys are. I'm sure I'll think of another character somewhere down the line.


I can't wait to see where the plot takes us. This is going to be fun.
 
@Gilmoregirl12 Of course! I could really use a Penguin right now, but I'd be fine with any character.


@Dreadpool @Deadkool I also have my first post up. A little lengthy, but I hope I've given you something to work with. I also noticed your similar names.
 
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Villain name: Harley Quinn/ Poison Ivy


Alias (the name given before they assumed their villain identity): Dr. Harleen Frances Quinzel / Dr. Pamela Lillian Isley


Writing sample:


Two figures stood on top of a building. There hair was blowing in the wind as they watched the city of gotham. Both were intelligent and both had looks. Ones hair was bright red the flowed past her shoulders her skin had a green hint to it. Her eyes were an emerald color. She was known as Dr. Pamela Lillian Isley or better known as Poison Ivy. She was a deadly beauty. Her kiss was the kiss of death the last breath any mam who looked her way would take.


Her lovely friend next to her was a blonde a bit more unstable and had a boyfriend who was just as insane as her. They both just wished to see the world burn. She unlike her friend had shorter that she kept in pigtails. She liked to wear black and red and slightly play with her victims before she killed them. Her eyes were a crystal blue the opposite of her wonderful poisonous friend.This woman to the community was known as Dr. Harleen Frances Quinzel. To her Puddin pop and Friends she was known as Harley Quinn.


These two deadly and unstable woman stood at the top of the building they were waiting,but for what. What were they waiting for? A signal? The world to burn? A friend? Who knew. One thing you could know though they were up to no good and it would not end well for those involved or who crossed these deadly beautiful woman's paths.


DeathToAllBetrayers
 
Also I hope no one minds me taking over the roles of Bane and Blackmask. Bane is just really interesting to play but you can't really have a criminal war and no Blackmask, right? Also I do apologize if I play these characters outside of the typical Batman video game area (though they shouldn't differ greatly), I am just more used to them in the comics and animated movies/shows.
 
oh yeah sorry about that. Yeah me and Aura rp a lot. She also is aware of my intense comic obsession. Sorry if that sort of threw anyone off. But I didn't want to just interject a random villain, since that would be rude to everyone without mentioning it.
 
I suggest when it comes to DC, particularly in Batmans universe you should keep the power "simple" and not too crazy.
 
Yep, Hazak and I are Internet buddies, I know him. Ah good, Black Mask definitely is someone this roleplay needs.


Make a CS sheet and I'll look it over. I'll need more information than a writing sample as this character doesn't exist in the lore. As for powers, I'd definitely keep it low-key. This story is shaping up to be more about power struggles, alliances, and strategy than about coming in and throwing fireballs at Penguin.
 
Villain name: Disruptor


Alias: Tyson Evans


Background: Tyson was an exceptional kid, doing good in both intelectual and physical subjects, but he was not modest. His arrogance and superiority complex made him become the target of bullying, even if his powers kept him away from most harm, that didn't stop him from getting beaten up by a large number of bullies. Even after getting revenge and beating everyone that beat him ,one by one, from middle school to highschool things still didn't change. As an adult he'd still meet people who were gelous of his capacity and got in his way, even if he was smarter, even if he was stronger or faster, even if he was more handsome , people who were bellow him , from every point of view, still tried to get in his way. Therefore he choose to become a villain and use every method necessary to gain a great amount of power, regardless of its type, and his first target in his 'power-hunting' adventure is none other than the city of Gotham.


Abilities:


>Peak human condition;


>Sixth Sense;


>High-level intelect;


>Krav maga and combat sambo expert + highly skilled knife and dagger user;


>Self-illusion- he can create the illusion of having more than six (but not more than twelve) hands, legs or heads whenever he wants to , usually for combat purposes. You never really know which hand , leg or head is the real one therefore this helps him a lot in close quarter combat, but it means nothing against bullets and projectile weapons.


+Equipment: a full-body dark grey bulletproof suit , a cherokee ceremonial mask made of wood and a kukri knive which he keeps sheathed and hidden in a special 'compartiment' of his suit, which is around the chest.


Writing sample:


A new figure appeared on the streets of Gotham. A rather tall man, at about 185 cm, with a rather muscular build. He had black medium sized spiky hair and his emerald green eyes where analyzing the area. A little birdie told him that the great 'hero' of the city took himself a 'well-deserved vacation' from his everyday fights against crime. This was his chance of obtaining power with less obstacles in his way. He was really confident in himself this guy known as Tyson Evans. He wasn't in his Disruptor persona. Yes, he liked it, having a dual life ...a bright side and ...a dark side.


As Tyson walked through the streets he came across a group of three thugs who tried to rape a teenage girl.


'Hey , hey...stand still , if you don't it will only hurt you more...Heh heh' said one of them as he took a butterfly knife from his pocket. 'Help meee someoneeee!' screamed the girl. 'Shup up!' said another thug before hitting her. All three thugs were of average build and height, but he couln't care less about that, for some reason he was really angry. 'You know...' he said in a cold tone, the three thugs stopped what they trying to do , they were surprised and kind of intimitdated by the tall and muscular guy with an ice cold stare that appeared before them.


'Huh...what is it tough guy, you think you can stop us up just because you're taller and muscular?'


'Don't get too full of yourself or we will kill you!'


That's what the thugs said but the truth was they were pretty scared.


Tyson continued his sentence '...EVEN VILLAINS HAVE STANDARDS!' he shouted as he used his illusion ability to give the impression of having about six hands, disarming the guy whith the knife and breaking his arm in the process and after that he quickly took the knife and cut the throats of his commerades before they had a chance to react. After killing them , the remaining thug begged for mercy but Mr.Evans broke his neck . The girl was extremely scared but she did mustter the courage to say something: 'Th-th-thank yo-you!'


'You should run...I am not a hero. I only saved you because I have my standards...Now go!' said Tyson.


The girl ran away.


'This city is rotten...I am too but not like this. Even the devil has his own rules. I will gain power, more power . Be it physiscal, mental, wepons or even man-power. Then my dream will come true...I will be so strong that no one will dare challenge me, that even challenging me wil be considered a SIN!' he said to himself as he disappeared in the night.
 
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