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Princess Amethyst

2012-03-09T04:34:25Z

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Title=Princess Amethyst
|Image=[[Image:PrincessA01.jpg|200px]]
|Name=Amy Winston
|Alias=Princess Amethyst
|Species=Homo Magi
|Age=17/24
|Affiliation=None
|Quote=''"I am Amethyst, princess of Gemworld!"''
|Powers= 
* Sorcery
* Archery
* Swordfighting
|}}

==Background/Timeline==

* On her thirteenth birthday, Amy Winston received a magical amethyst necklace; it transported her to the magical dimension Gemworld, where she instantly transformed into a full-grown woman. There, she is Princess Amethyst, rightful ruler of Gemworld.

* Amy made more jaunts to Gemworld over the months that followed, terrifying her parents with each days or weeks-long disappearance. She was guided by the Witch-Mother Citrina, who told Amy of how she spirited the newborn daughter of Lord and Lady Amethyst to Earth to protect her from Dark Opal, the dread tyrant who ruled over much of Gemworld; with the help of Citrina and a bevy of new friends from Gemworld's twelve kingdoms, Amethyst was given a crash course in conjury and combat to prepare her for an inevitable battle with Dark Opal and his forces. Though she and her friends suffered a number of setbacks and losses - including the death of Citrina - during their adventure, they were eventually victorious.

* Rather than immediately return to her life of adolescent normality, Amy continued journeying to Gemworld to protect her friends from new threats--until the day when Mordru the Merciless came to lay claim to Gemworld. Amethyst fought alongside a number of Earth's sorcerors to imprison him in stone somewhere far away; in the aftermath, she had a few minutes to speak with Dr. Fate.

* Dr. Fate swiftly, and in no uncertain terms informed Amethyst that Citrina's romanticized version of her origins was a lie, that she was conceived by Lady Amethyst and a Lord of Order as Castle Amethyst was besieged by Dark Opal and the forces of Chaos. Her parents loved one another, and they loved their daughter; they still agreed with the Witch-Mother when she proposed hiding the child away until she was of age to be trained as a weapon against their foes. Then he left.

* Thoroughly disenchanted, Amethyst left too--never to return; with her parents' marriage crumbling under the stress of her disappearances, she spent the next few years trying to get her life back on track. Now and again, Gemworld sent envoys and messengers to Earth, urging her to return and protect her native world; she bitterly ignored them all.

* Not long after she turned seventeen, a final envoy visited Amy: Flaw, a monstrous crystalline golem who sought to murder her parents at the behest of his master. Though she managed - barely - to stop him, her subsequent efforts to return to Gemworld and investigate his appearance were futile: the portals she took for granted wouldn't open, and more focused teleportation magics were useless. The evil Gemworld begged her to protect it from had finally taken control, and she was powerless against it.

* Plagued by guilt, she now patrols Metropolis and abroad in the hopes of discovering some way back to Gemworld--and to atone for her selfishness.

==Personality==

* Confident: Despite the awful things wrapped up in her experiences on Gemworld, there's no denying how much Amy learned and grew from them--and nobody is more aware of that than Amy herself. She is far more sure of herself and her abilities now than she was four years ago, but this hard-earned resolve sometimes tips dangerously into youthful arrogance, leaving her vulnerable to smarter or more experienced opponents.

* Strong-Willed: Her abandonment of Gemworld notwithstanding, Amy's resolve to see whatever goals she sets for herself through to the end is fairly strong; even /after/ shirking her magical responsibilities, the adroitness with which she got her post-Gemworld life back on track speaks to this determination.

* Cynical: The youthful wonder that tempered Amy's earliest adventures as Amethyst is all but gone, replaced by the disillusionment of a young woman who feels as though she now knows better. While not outright, aggressively pessimistic, she is easily roused to suspicion, particularly where adults are concerned; between her father and Citrina, she's had to deal with her fair share of dishonest authority figures.

* Anger: While it would be unfair to describe her as short-tempered, when Amy /is/ roused to anger - often by dishonesty or other injustices - the shift can be explosive. As Amy, this can lead to loud arguments, though outright violence is rare, as she isn't the type; as Amethyst, tapping into this anger can actually be somewhat beneficial, as it intensifies her spell-casting. It can also be quite dangerous, for obvious reasons.

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2012-03-09T04:33:11Z

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2012-03-04 - Rockstarz Karaoke Bar Opening Night

2012-03-06T06:01:48Z

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{{Logsummary|
Title=Rockstarz Karaoke Bar Opening Night
|Summary=Liberty Belle, AKA Jesse Chambers, has extended a invitation to various superheroes to show up as normals for an opening of the new Rockstarz Karaoke Bar. Everything goes as planned?
|Who=[[Liberty Belle]], [[Speedy]], [[Kinetic]], [[Raven]], [[Superman]], [[Wonder Woman]], [[Cassandra Cain]]
|Date=March 4th, 2012
|Where=Rockstarz Karaoke Bar, New York City, New York
|}}

-----==[ RP Suite 2 ]==-------------------------------------------------------

The outside of this Karaoke Bar is almost normal in signage - 'THE ROCKSTARZ BAR' it proclaims, which might make one almost wince in irony, but in reality, the tinted windows and the occasionally thumping beat from the building coming out when people enter and exit marks it as pretty hopping.

There's that, and the 'opening night' sign hanging over the building as well, which is about why the crowd standing outside is ridiculously large.

Entering the bar requires getting ID'd, and a mandatory coat check in a warm area. Two dark curtains, aiming to cut off the sound from the actual bar area and when one steps through, it's pretty clear why: the speakers are top of the line and it's loud - but still not loud enough to drown out quiet conversations. Indeed, it seems to be the perfect type of bar to have fun and still carry on ... under the table deals.

The layout of the bar is not really traditional: going through the curtains takes you to the very back of the room, which is very open floor plan and very large. Two bars run up the side of the room, about half of the way over them, providing ample stools to sit in. The reason the bars don't end up all the way wall to wall is the center stage provided, just large enough for a four person band. Around the stage and to the edge of the bars is dancing space, with small tables taking up the area between the bars for more seating arrangements.

Everything is dark polished mahogany, with rough bits here and there. It is not an elite bar. It is, however, with the pictures of the best of the 80's bands and vocal performers around, very old-school, and kind of awesome, considering the various displays over the bars.

Just past the end of the bars, two circular staircases go up into a mezzanine area, which consists of two fifteen-person private rooms, with the option to leave the doors open to be able to look down on the dance floor and the stage.

The waitresses and bar-types are all very into the style of the bar, with jeans and shoulderpads, some leg warmers, mini skirts... all of the good and the bad of the fashion of that time, and more. It's almost campy.

Welcome to Rockstarz.

Sing your heart out.
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<Pose Tracker> Liberty Belle has posed:

Roy G. Harper, Jr., is slightly fucked. Jesse Chambers managed to bail on him and everyone is streaming in, and the microphone on the stage is empty. All she asked was for him to cover for ten minutes. Anything. Be silly. Be stupid. Amuse them. Save her ass, yet again (not that he ever really did that, either, mind): just be Roy.

After all, she'll pay him back.
She promised.

ACDC's 'For Those About to Rock (We Salute You)' is playing in the background.

Speedy? Showtime. Amuse them.

<Pose Tracker> Raven has posed:

To be honest, Raven is not the party girl, far far from the normal teenager girl stereotype, the sorceress' idea of fun consisted of locking herself in her room with a book, the further apart the covers the better. Sure, replace the book with a laptop and maybe Raven wasn't as far from the stereotype as she would like to think. Deep down she is liable to very human weaknesses, anger, happiness, laziness, bravery..it was why she undertook such grueling training, so that her emotions could never get the better of her. Useful for controlling would be demons inside of her, but her training sadly didn't cover very many stress managing techniques.

Raven was stressed, she truly was. This superhero stuff was getting to her and she's been making more and more mistakes lately, mistakes than in her profession could be fatal for her and others. Which is why she decides to leave the comfort of the Titan Tower and brave the outside world, even if Starfire wasn't pulling her kicking and screaming every step of the way.

Thinking that just about any bar would do, fate takes her to this aptly named establishment Rockstarz and the sorceress just ambles in cloak and all to sit at an empty table. As she sits there staring to the abyss, the thought strikes her that she doesn't really know what people do at parties.

Guess she'll just have to wait and see.

Hopefully there aren't any adventurers in this bar, she has the nasty tendency of attracting them like a magnet due to her mysterious cloaked stranger attire. She really doesn't feel like handing out quests either.

<Pose Tracker> Speedy has posed:

Roy grumbles as he steps out towards the stage from the back, taking a deep breath as he runs a hand through his hair, ensuring its just disheveled enough to look stylish. The light hits, and the spotlight shines down on him as he walks over to the microphone in the center of the karoke stage.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, my name is Roy, and I'm here to try and keep you pacified until the lady who put this all together manages to return." There's a few moments where he's wondering JUST what in the hell he's going to do or say, but then he decides on what just to do.

"I am going to request that everyone enjoys a drink on me, and try and relax until we're fully ready to kick off tonights festivities. Of course, if drinking isn't your thing.. You could always just head on over to the big book o' songs and get your song requests in while we wait."

<Pose Tracker> Kinetic has posed:

Ethan Webb really hated that he'd been roped into this. His parents had been the ones invited but had gotten sick and couldn't go. That would have been the end of it but they insisted that Ethan go in their place to say something to the friends they were supposed to meet. And that's why the young man is there now. With a little band around his wrist indicating that he isn't to be given alcohol, the blond's wandered away from the boring adults that didn't want anything to do with him. Leaning against a wall near the stage, he's actually debating hitting the song book.

<Pose Tracker> Liberty Belle has posed:

Roy's ass is saved basically because of Jesse being a speedster. All of the the lights click off in the bar, aside from the faint bar lights for the bartenders to see on, and Roy is hustled off of the stage as a voice comes up on microphone: male, not Roy: "Once upon a time... not so long ago..."

Then a single light comes on, shining down on ... Jesse?

The woman's blonde hair is all teased out, light, fluffy: a denim miniskirt over black leggings, and a pair of hightops paired with fluffy ankle socks. A over-sized off the shoulders sweater hangs on her top, with a pair of dangling golden earrings.. and a microphone, glancing over the darkened room.

"Welcome to Rockstarz. Thank you, Roy, for your general kindness; you've done a lot for me today." Jesse tosses out his way. "Some of you had certain reasons to contact me, and trust me, I'll be talking to you privately later - but for now, enjoy the drinks ... or the soda." Jesse eyes Ethan. Figures. "And the music."

The lights die down again, before it they all kick up at once along with the music. "Tommy used to work on the docks... union's been on strike, he's down on his luck, he's tough..."

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lDK9QqIzhwk

"Oh... so tough." Jesse is a fairly good singer.

<Pose Tracker> Raven has posed:

Raven decides that she doesn't need to be covered by her cloak if it's going to get dark anyway. Removing her hood, a purple eyed glance is cast to the stage where some people seem to fumble about themselves to attend their guests. It hardly concerns her however as she's not in any immediate need of any service, although she's apathetic and generally reeking of party killer vibe, at least she's a polite customer and accepts the offer for a free booze getting a surprisingly girly drink with an Appletini. Getting anything stronger would probably not suit her very much.

Once the lights deem, she stands from her seat to check out the song book. Might as well enjoy herself and perhaps she can request an equally morbid song that will match her mood.

<Pose Tracker> Speedy has posed:

Roy quickly makes his way off the stage, giving Jesse a quick thumbs up. Thank the heavens that his job is done, and now he can get onto getting out of the limelight.

Navigating through the crowds, Roy makes his way to the bar, reaching behind it to grab a bottle of water. Jesse's done a lot of work, so he's taking a liberty himself and snagging a bottle of water before he's roped into going back onto the stage.

"God, this isn't as bad as it could be.."

<Pose Tracker> Kinetic has posed:

Ethan just sighs when eyed. He's not the type that would be going for the booze even if he didn't have that band on his wrist. Not enough peer pressure for that. Thinking about it does get him thirsty though. Wandering over to the bar, he spots Roy first and guesses he's the bartender. "Hey, could I get one of those sodas, please?" he asks.

<Pose Tracker> Speedy has posed:

"Huh? Oh, sorry. I'm not the bartender, but I don't think they're going to really notice if I grab one for you." A quick grab, and one of the cans behind the bar is snagged, only for Roy to toss it at the kid. He then reaches into his pocket and pulls out a rather crumpled ten dollar bill which is left on the bartop for whenever the bartender manages to get over to it.

"You look to be a bit young hanging around in a bar. So, you have a killer fake ID or something?" A slight wink and a grin is given towards Ethan, as Roy once more scans the audience, trying to look for key figures he may or may not know.

<Pose Tracker> Cassandra Cain has posed:

Free drinks? Awkward, attractive teenagers? Public humiliation?

This is the kind of party an awful lot of people would love...

Others can't even begin to understand the appeal. There's a special type of word for people that turn up at parties they don't really want to be at, with no idea what they're going to do when they get there, who wear introspective frowns on their darkly made-up faces when they make an approach to said party. Just like the teenage girl clad all in black, from scuffed Doc Marten's and black leggings, black denim shorts and - a pattern begins to unveil itself - black midriff-baring baby tee and short, BLACK leather jacket. There's definitely a word for those kind of people, particularly when they've topped it off with purple lipstick and heavily-applied eyeshadow, equally dark hair flopping across their lowered eyes. What's that word, again?

Oh, right.

Goths.

But unlike the poseurs of this world, Cassandra Cain /really/ doesn't belong here. Her gaze flitters around with guarded caution as she navigates through the bustle to reach the curtains surrounding the rear area, Batman's latest outcast protégé glad at least for the dim lighting as she reaches out with one hand - clad in a very eighties fingerless glove - to brush the separation aside and duck her head through the gap. She pauses for a moment, quickly taking stock of the scene; as though it were a dangerous backstreet slum more than a happening partay, and then she releases a breath and steps inside, the curtain falling behind her.

A couple of nearby heads turn immediately. It might be an understatement to say she's ill at ease, but the little runaway wears her look well. She holds herself well, too, all quiet poise as she slips through the gathering throng to instinctively pop up alongside the only person who looks even vaguely like she might provide some form of likeminded company. Blend in; that's the first rule of going unnoticed amongst a crowd. Which is why Cassie emerges beside the Titans own testament to the power of goth.

Hazel eyes peek sidelong at the other girl, and her lips part in readiness, to offer a greeting:

"......"

Hoo boy. It's time to kick this party into overdrive.

<Pose Tracker> Kinetic has posed:

Ethan blinks then sighs. He starts to apologize but ends up snagging the soda out of the air instead. "Thanks," he glances at the bill put down. "Thanks twice," he adds with a grin. "They let me in as long as I have this," he lifts his hand and shows off the band on his wrist. "Allowed in as long as I don't try to drink any booze."

<Pose Tracker> Liberty Belle has posed:

Jesse's song wraps up relatively well and easily, and there's a collective 'phew' noise from some members of the audience before someone else replaces her with some good old fashioned ACDC from the 80's. Jesse winds her way through the tables, pausing just once to take in the scene as Roy and Ethan converse.

However, her attention is on a waiter, one who visibly pauses when Cassandra Cain pops up right next to Raven. The poor waiter seems to understand that maybe he should be over there -------> and duly departs.

<Pose Tracker> Speedy has posed:

"Nice." A slight nod is given towards the wristband on Ethan's wrist, as Roy notices Jesse finishing up her song, only for her to make her ways towards them, and then get distracted. "Well kiddo, I think you should get up there and sing for us."

Whatever it is that Roy is plotting, he's obviously got something planned as he notices that no one really wants to get up there and truly sing at the moment. It IS a karoke bar.

"Go pick a song, since everyone is being wallflowers. I'll try to make a call to bring one of the best people for parties ever. You'll thank me for it."

<Pose Tracker> Kinetic has posed:

"It's Ethan," the blond introduces himself. When its suggested he should sing, Ethan goes pale. "Wh-what? Me sing? But...I uh...what should I sing?" he asks, suddenly nervous. Facing down supervillains...easy. Getting on stage in front of a bunch of people...not so much.

<Pose Tracker> Raven has posed:

Darkness attracts darkness, that much Raven can attest to even in an otherwise jovial place such as this. The dark sorceress sure tends to appear as a walking, breathing certification of Murphey's Law in a way that if she's anywhere in the vicinity one can be absolutely certain trouble was closely behind her steps. Sometimes it would be horrid Eldricht abominations, warping from the deepest bowels of the abyss to usurp her body and devour the immortal soul of any hapless victim that happened to be around her at that moment. Other times it would be simply attracting more of her type, emo, broody teenagers.

The jury is still out on which one is worse.

Raven would like to say that Cain's prowling abilities are so advanced that she catches her off guard. But the sorceress is perfectly aware of her own nature as a magnet of trouble and about the millisecond she felt a dark presence sliding next to her she merely sighed knowing full well that she was probably not going to enjoy whatever she was going to see as she turned around.

Violet eyes meet Hazel and Raven stares at a kindred soul in the form of Cassandra giving her a silent nod of understanding once she sees her expression.

"......"

Clearly, that's like the Goths' secret handshake

<Pose Tracker> Liberty Belle has posed:

Jesse comes up behind Ethan and says, calmly, "Whatever in the world you want to. The 80's has good music, when you get to the back, talk to the DJ. She'll be able to figure out something that'll make you look good and be fun to see." Over Ethan's head, she grins at Roy.

"Who in the world are you inviting, Harper?"

<Pose Tracker> Cassandra Cain has posed:

There's a certain tension in the shoulders when Raven first turns around, Cassandra's mouth closing in the wake of her silence - attempt at any actual speech aborted in favour of maintaining that level stare. She was briefed before coming out, and told that 'mingling' is what you do at parties; that it's a good place to meet people and make friends. She's dubious up until the moment that her fellow gloomypants offers that nod, and then her shoulders relax, just enough to express herself in lieu of that which would be sin cardinal...

Instead of *shudder* smiling like normal people, she nods back, chin dipping but gaze not removed from Raven's for an instant. When she straightens up, it's with a determined intake of breath, only released when she jerks her expressive chin toward the book in front of the other girl. She considers for a moment, mouth puckering into her left cheek as though chewing over the mysteries of life itself; as goths are want to do.

And then she glances at Raven again, quirking an eyebrow. "...?" She asks.

<Pose Tracker> Raven has posed:

The greeting is what Raven would consider cordial, she's elated in fact, as one can plainly see by her half narrowed, sleep deprived eyes, to see someone with enough sense on her head to know that life truly is nothing but sadness and despair. Let not yourself be fooled by the happy ambiance of the party people, they are all crying on the inside, Raven is just honest enough with herself to demonstrate accordingly.

However, that doesn't stop her from socializing. Sadness is always much better when it is shared after all and she sees in Cassandra a trustworthy enough confidant to let her know of her plans.

No words need to be spoken, at Cassandra's silent quandary, the dark sorceress with a simple gesture of her own to show the other mysterious girl what she's planning. ".....!" Exclaims she.

Perhaps she'll like her idea as she shows her 'Lucretia, My Reflection by The Sisters of Mercy' see what she thinks.

<Pose Tracker> Kinetic has posed:

Ethan doesn't seem surprised at all when Jesse appears, having sensed her walk up. "I don't know the music of the 80's though..." he trails off. "Or the 90's for that matter," the blond has never known much music. Nodding, he heads off to talk with DJ as suggested.

<Pose Tracker> Cassandra Cain has posed:

Indeed, this world of parties and idle chatter is an impenetrably strange one, frequented by those who seem not to know the first thing about the reality around them. On this city block alone - right this second - there are seventeen crimes taking place, though at least half a dozen of these should be swiftly prevented in the next minute by the person responsible for Cassie's fine display of costuming. Particularly the eye-liner.

It turns out being a highly-skilled human weapon doesn't prepare a girl for applying her own make-up, and she'd spent half an hour leant over the sink, splashing cold water incessantly into her right eye before deciding enough was enough, and asking for help. That's true pain. That's real suffering.

They /definitely/ understand one another.

Raven's statement draws a blink of black-rimmed eyes, the younger inceptive-goth immediately glancing toward the stage with a meaningful widening of the same. There's something of a 'deer in headlights' look to her now, though, somewhat ruining the grace suggested by her toned and ebon-clad form. It doesn't get any better when her attention is drawn to the book below, gaze canting down, mouth once more pinching to the side.

Her shoulders hunch, an almost suspicious glance going to Raven, and then once more to the stage. A hand lifts to her chin as the other folds over her bared abdominals. An instant later, it's like a lightbulb has gone off. A very black lightbulb. Fingertips cupping her cheek, she looks back to the Titan.

Her chin dips, and the opposite edge of her mouth tugs into an encouragingly sardonic smirk.

"......!!"

It's about as excited as any goth should be allowed to get.

<Pose Tracker> Liberty Belle has posed:

The DJ looks at Ethan.

"DeBarge. Rhythm of the Night." She says, professionally. "It's either that or Cyndi Lauper."

<Pose Tracker> Kinetic has posed:

Ethan just nods. He's never heard of the song but he's figuring the DJ knows what she's talking about. Taking a deep breath, he heads up on stage and waits for his cue to begin. Once he gets it, Ethan gives the best performance he can. He's not a bad singer but he probably thinks he's being terrible.

<Pose Tracker> Raven has posed:

Truly, bone shattering and limb wracking fights against criminals and demons alike pale in comparison to the woes such as them must endure in their miserable existence. How can anyone expect them to keep the streets clean from scum when they have not even been properly educated in the arts of black lip gloss and pale mascara? Morale is just as important in the world of crime fighting as powers are, if they cannot express their inner angst true their fashion, then their dark powers cannot manifest with their true power.

See? This kind of stuff is important, people should /really/ not make light of it.

But wallowing in the despair that is life will have to wait for now, this moment was a moment of mischief, a moment of expression to let break the sickeningly happy atmosphere of the bar and share the despair with all present. Raven's eyes narrow when Cassandra silently approves of her devious plan and offers yet another nod of agreement. The stage is set and she is ready.

".......o/~" A regal flick of her cloak signals that she is ready to proceed giving Cassandra the honors of being apathy's very own emissary for tonight.

<Pose Tracker> Cassandra Cain has posed:

Looking in the mirror back in the hallway of Stately Wayne Manor, Gotham's newest dark vigilante wasn't sure about this look - she's never had a 'look' before, but now she's found a comparison and can watch it at work on someone else... she likes it, that encouraging gesture threatening to become quite the pleased smile as Raven stylishly billows her enshrouding garment, eye narrowed and aspect dramatic.

But she keeps it in check. She's new to this, but she's a /fast/ learner.

A neophyte pupil of made-up misery she may be, but Cassie certainly delivers on the apathy as Ethan takes to the stage before the Titan can play her hand. The raven-haired runaway's devilish little smirk slips surely to a nonplussed stare, and then her brow crinkles into a frown as the song proceeds. New in general to most forms of actual honest-to-god culture, this is her first full-blown exposure to the combination of timpani and synthesizers, and she's not sure she likes it. She waits until the young undercover hero is done...

And then tips her head to one side curiously, gaze canting to take in a group of drunken revellers who actually break out into applause. She glances at Raven, as if checking if this reaction is 'normal', and then resolutely folds her arms across her chest, chin dipping as she sinks beneath the dark bangs of her fringe. When it's all over, she flicks her eyes sidelong once more with an expectant, "......!?"

She's so got this.

<Pose Tracker> Liberty Belle has posed:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cAQSZhazYk8

Rhythm of The Night is fairly catchy and it gets people on the dance floor, so even if Ethan does massively flub, no one gives a crap. Jesse, from the bar, gives the boy a big thumbs up and a just as big of a grin. She's managed to conquer a Bloody Mary from somewhere, as well, not that she's been really drinking it.

However, blue eyes flick over to Cassandra and Raven. "... ?" She asks, absently to herself.

<Pose Tracker> Kinetic has posed:

Ethan's blushing furiously as he leaves the stage. That's the most embarrassing thing he's ever done. Out of costume anyway. Stepping back over near the bar, he looks to Jesse. "I wasn't bad?"

<Pose Tracker> Raven has posed:

Raven can be slightly trendy herself when the situation calls for it. Admittedly, she had given her attire some thought before leaving the tower and hit the local clubs. It was the right thing to do, according to Starfire anyway, and staring now at Cassandra she may regret the fact that she chose to keep her robes simple. They would have made a much stunning pair if Raven had dressed up for the occasion, but sadly she lacks the scrying capabilities necessary to warn her about this fated meeting. Now she must work with what she has and match Cassandra's style with the simple gear she wears every day, her work clothes at that.

Truly, will her suffering never end!?

It gets worse. Just as Raven is about to execute her master plan, Ethan beats them to the punch and takes the spotlight they sought. Raven allows herself one expression, frustration, and Cassandra is greeted to the sight of a pouty lipped Raven who then begins clenching her fist tightly. Looks like they have to endure through another song, it's not particularly awful, but not to the grand scale she was planning.

Finally the time to act comes and Raven gives a few claps of her own to Ethan's..umm..acceptable performance before giving a decisive nod to the other Goth. "......!!!"

It is now or never, Raven reaches for Cassandra's arm and lead her to the stage despite the strange look Jeese gives them. They won't be silenced now that they are so close, the dynamic duo will take center stage one way or another.

And the world will be blanketed in darkness.

<Pose Tracker> Speedy has posed:

Roy eventually returns, a slightly confused look upon his face. There is slight wink towards Jesse as he walks back towards the bar for a few moments. He motions for the bartender, and then whispers something into the poor guy's ear. The bartender seems to be rather shocked and amazed at this, only to nod and wander off to root around under the bar.

Roy once more pulls out his phone, and quickly types out a text message, only to glance towards the great Goth-Off going on. A quick nod is given towards Jesse, and he then points towards the two wall-flowers that seem to be having a conversation of immense proportions, that is beyond the scope of normal man.

Roy's going to make this night interesting now.

<Pose Tracker> Liberty Belle has posed:

"You did wonderfully. You got the party really going, although now I'm slightly worried." Jesse admits, giving Ethan a gentle nudge to look at Cassandra and Raven as the pair start to take over the stage. "It's probably a good thing we both went before them. We're probably going to get outshone."

Blue eyes flick over to Roy, and one eyebrow raises. "What'd you do?" She hisses softly.

<Pose Tracker> Kinetic has posed:

Ethan, unaware of the spotlight he stole, continues to blush when nudged. "Thanks," he murmurs. He looks towards the stage and blinks at the sight of the epic goth-off. Popping open his soda, he leans back to listen.

<Pose Tracker> Cassandra Cain has posed:

Reading body language is wonderful, but it's not entirely perfect; Cassandra can get a read on someone's character, their motivations to some extent, but she can't pre-empt anything beyond the very next action they take. She's left guessing piecemeal as to the long-term plans of those she makes contact with - not so much a problem when lurking in the shadows, observing, awaiting a chance to act. But in this scenario?

It's absolutely useless. She thinks she's guessed right, so she's not even looking at Raven--

"...!!!" When she's promptly grabbed and hauled toward the stage, at least possessing the instincts to stop herself doing something terrible like stumbling and snagging her leggings. Her eyes are wide, however, as she attempts to keep her posture on the way to the stage, walking up to one of the microphones as if in a dream. With no idea what the heck she's going to do, she takes it in both hands, easing close to it in a way that gets a few men whistling, but all she's trying to do is HIDE behind it. She needs a plan!

Which is when the music starts.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IuezNswtRfo

Her mouth is a broad line, her eyes showing absolute horror when she actually responds to the music, her hips jerking side to side, heavy boots twisting against the floor to aid the motion. Her head bobs a horizontal counter-rhythm; she opens her mouth as if to object, and then smiles like a delighted child, completely ruining the goth thing but replacing it with something entirely, unbelievably /cute/. But then she gets ambitious.

The intro plays out, and with instinctive rhythm she starts to sing the opening line.

"I---..."

Oh dear.

"......"

Oh dear, oh dear.

"......"

By sheer luck she gets the very first note, but Raven's going to need to pick up the slack pretty fast.

At least Cass isn't smiling any more. She looks MORTIFIED.

<Pose Tracker> Speedy has posed:

Roy just waves a hand dismissively at Jesse. "Trust me." A quick glance is given towards his watch, hoping his secret plan works. He knows that he'll most likely end up paying for it in some fashion. Then again, he really doesn't care. Downtime IS downtime, and everyone needs to take advantage of it at times.

The former ward grins slightly as he takes a sip of his water, knowing full well that if what he just did works, things are going to get even more entertaining for all those who did show up.

Gotta make the cute girls happy every so often, right?

<Pose Tracker> Superman has posed:

Opening night is crazy enough. There's a large crowd that's abuzz with the excitement of the evening with the opening of this new club; so much so that the line wraps the block. Yet, there is suddenly a new energy to the crowd that instantly ripples through the club. If the voltage was at 1000 Watts before, think of the level of excitement suddenly ramped up to about 100 times that.

The reason for this excitement becomes clear very shortly-- and sadly, it does not have to do with the mortification of the heroes singing on the stage. Rather, it has to do with the fact the two Justice Leaguers have shown up at the entrance to the club. Two of the big hitters, even. They are not asked to take their coats-- or capes, or bracers, even. It takes a moment, but the bouncers pull the velvet ropes aside and allow Superman and Wonder Woman into the madness beyond.

Leading the way, Superman just seems to casually stroll through the crowd that inexplicably melts away in front of him, allowing him the ease of walking pretty much anywhere he wants to. He has a mildly pleasant expression on his face, though anyone that knows him will be able to see the slight signs of irritation at something probably rather recent, his eyes scanning the crowd for a person, or a small group of people, in particular.

The Man of Steel turns to say something quietly to Wonder Woman, and then strolls casually over towards a certain Roy Harper and Jesse Chambers. "Ms. Chambers. Mr. Harper," he states casually, though Roy's name carries the slightest of edges to it, "Thank you for the invite this evening."

<Pose Tracker> Raven has posed:

Who would have thunk it? The caster of the group turns out to be the most assertive despite her role not being delegated to beating people to pulp with her fists. Usually, in dynamic pairs of warrior and magician such as this, it is the spellcaster who is usually more reserved whilst the muscle has the wild attributes that peerless fighters should. The opposite proves to be true as soon as the dark due enter the stage and they both begin swaying their hips with the music, it's pretty clear who has done this before and who hasn't.

Though their movements are the same, most of the loud whistles are more than likely directed to Cassandra seeing as Raven is dressed a fair bit more conservatively, sure they leotard may be a little revealing but that cloak isn't exactly form fitting. Furthermore she lacks certain...'attributes' so to speak, and no amount of hip swaying will put her on par with her improvised teammate.

It is of no consequence, once the music begins, Raven's lungs fill with air ready to let the world know the true meaning of suffering in stereo just to hear Cassandra frog out the first lyrics before shocking up with apparent stage fright.

Well..if anything Raven is used to huge disappointments such as this. Beast Boy comes to mind.

o/~ "I hear the roar of a big machine
Two worlds and in between
Hot metal and methedrine
I hear empire down
I hear empire down" /o~

You gotta give the girl some credit, she certainly seems to know what she's doing, but with the statuesque Cassandra delegated to nothing more than a back up dancer the coming of the darkness is not as overwhelming as it ought to have been.

<Pose Tracker> Kinetic has posed:

The appearance of Superman makes Ethan tense almost instantly. He hasn't seen the hero since the Watchtower but he remembers he was Kinetic then. Right now he's just mild mannered artist Ethan Webb so he fakes some surprise and excitement from his spot near Jesse. "Wow..." he trails off. Raven and Cassandra's performance draws his attention next though. "Wow again..."

<Pose Tracker> Diana has posed:

Diana of Themyscira rarely wore a cape, anyways. Tall, regal, proud, Diana lightly lands on the block besides Superman, quirking a brow at the long lines around the club. "Somehow," Diana confides to Superman as she leans towards him, her jewelry glittering like fire from every light that was playing across them, "I think we just gave this club all the free publicity that it could ever hope for," she says, straightening up again for the stride inside.

Far from being upset, Diana seemed gently amused by the prospect.

She was content to let Superman lead the way through the gawkers and the crowds, capitalizing on the path that he was creating for the pair. When the pair stops, the faint look of bemusement on Wonder Woman's features fades a bit at Clark's quiet words, Diana bobbing her head in a brief nod to him.

"Indeed," Diana says, stepping out from behind Superman's shadow, taking a place beside him as equals. "You do us honor by inviting us to your..." Diana says, tapping a finger against her chin as her eyes narrow a bit, and take in the room as a whole. It wasn't sarcasm that led to her pause, simply attempting to find the word - and the smile that plays across her features when she finds it may lend truth to the moment. "...celebration?" she offers. "But may I ask what is being celebrated?"

<Pose Tracker> Liberty Belle has posed:

"Hello, Superman." Jesse says, ever the businesswoman before she Frowns at Speedy, who wanders off, probably to flirt with one of the cuter girls in the area. The act on the stage draws Jesses' bright blue eyes, gawking slightly. At Diana's question, Jesse turns back to her, smiling brightly. "A celebration of friends, who work hard for all they have." Jesse says, simply.

"That, and it's not like most of us ever talk frequently outside of business." Jesse herself is massively guilty of this. "So this is a way of helping a new business get to their feet - which I believe they have, at this point-" Her tone is somewhat wry; "As well as getting to meet old friends all over again."

<Pose Tracker> Cassandra Cain has posed:

Struck by complete, useless horror she may be, but the assassin-turned-diva does her best to keep up the performance; shifting more awkwardly if still astonishingly rhythmically to the music as Raven picks up the ball and runs for the touchline, dragging her on behind. At least the audience still seems to be enjoying it, until the halfway point of the song where a literal, honest-to-Hera AMAZON comes striding in alongside the most famous hero on the face of the globe. Cassie's not one to be starstruck, but...

Well, the general populace can't resist a celebrity. Let alone two of them.

Biting down on her lip as the lyrics hit their three-minute lull, the raven-haired runaway takes her hands from the microphone - her knuckles absolutely white from gripping onto it, fingers still quivering with tension - and glances sidelong to Raven. Her hazel eyes are quite wonderfully expressive, though the lip-biting quirk of her mouth says it well enough. 'Sorry'. She doesn't literally say it, but she would if she could!

Maintaining eye contact for just long enough, she's off in an instant, going from statuesque gothic princess to vanishing black blur as she vaults from the stage and darts through the crowd. She's too fast to be waylaid by a couple of attempts to get her to dance, nimbly evading a grasping hand and making it to the curtain with a gasp, pushing her way through and trying to gather her senses out in the front area of the bar.

Even if she could string a sentence together, she'd have NO idea how to begin explaining this to Batman!

<Pose Tracker> Raven has posed:

Ah, upstaged by people who aren't even singing. Raven does believe that today she has achieved a new low, something for her to write on her diary later tonight as she sips on some tea and dwells on the events that took her here.

Raven knows that it is futile to continue singing after the appearance of none other that THE cape and the Queen of the Amazons. While she wasn't gripping her microphone -quite- as tightly as her goth compatriot she does relinquish it's hold as a defeated general relinquishes his sword. What she doesn't expect is Cassandra giving her the wide puppy eye look of apology as she begins to shake on her expensive boots, oh she knows that look very well, it's the exact same look that Starfire gives her before---yep, she's running away.

A sigh is exhaled from Raven's dark painted lips as she is abandoned and just clears her throat deciding to cut her losses while she can.

"Thank you very much....good night!"

Says she to the crowd and offers them a departing magic trick. Raven covers herself with her cloak and now you see her and....

*Poof*

Now you don't.

<Pose Tracker> Superman has posed:

"Certainly both things that we support, Ms. Chambers." Superman agrees with Jesse, even as he watches Roy disappear from her side, his slight irritation disappearing even as Mr. Harper does. When he looks back to both Diana and Jesse, the Man of Steel offers a genuine smile that is not quite full wattage and yet is impressive nonetheless.

His attention turns to the stage briefly as the young Cassandra Cain makes her own hasty exit, followed by the more spectacular disappearing act of Raven's, and then he turns back to Jesse. "I apologize if we drew too much attention from the real show here," the Man of Steel starts with slight regret, "Wonder Woman and I thought it would be best if some of us were at least to show support for your initiative, though." He looks sideways to Diana, tilting his head slightly, "Perhaps we should mingle for a few moments while we have it?"

<Pose Tracker> Kinetic has posed:

Ethan watches Roy go and shrugs. Sipping his soda, he frowns as Cassandra flees the stage. The artist feels bad for her. Then Raven pulls a disappearing act. Ethan winces, putting a hand to his head for a moment. People suddenly vanishing from his spatial awareness is always a shock. "Ow..." he mutters. Turning back to observe Jesse and the Leaguers, Ethan idly looks Wonder Woman over. After concluding she looks better in person than in her pictures, he smiles a bit. "I wonder who's going to take the stage next," he muses aloud to no one in particular.

<Pose Tracker> Diana has posed:

It was fickle fate that when Diana's attention is finally drawn to the stage, the key players vanish from it. Was that...? The Princess of the Amazons shakes her head, bringing up a hand to lightly fold one arm over her other arm, turning her brilliantly blue eyes back towards Liberty Belle. Likewise, her own smile wasn't quite full wattage, but she certainly seemed a bit more happy than Superman's might have been.

"A celebration of friends. I can approve of such a thing," says Diana, her smile lifting a few more notches. At Superman's question, Diana turns her eyes towards him and nods her head, once. "I believe that I will get a drink - and try to encourage the singer to try again," Diana says, her eyes shifting towards the bar proper. In the crowd, it was difficult to follow Cassandra, but... Diana felt that she could manage. "I'm not certain that we can help the one who vanished," she says, giving Superman a sideways sort of smile and a shrug.

<Pose Tracker> Liberty Belle has posed:

Cassandra disappears into the Coat Check area, and Raven just /disappears/, and Ethan and Jesse are both standing there very confused, considering Speedy had just pulled the same trick. Her mouth open, Jesse looks utterly /displeased/ and /happy/ all at the same time. Finally, she looks back at Superman and Wonder Woman.

"Thank you very much for showing up, as well. If you could, that'd be nice... I feel sorry for them, and worried that they both just disappeared like that." Jesse says, somewhat sadly. "I'm sure the crowd wonders if Superman can carry a tune...?" She offers, slightly mischeviously to said hero.

<Pose Tracker> Cassandra Cain has posed:

On the other side of the curtain separating off the stage and its twin flanking bars, Cassandra takes one more deep breath and briskly shakes her head. Her cheeks are still warm and flushed with a reddish shame that does little credit to her dark attire, but she's at least got the presence of mind to choose her next course of action wisely...

Or at least, as best serves the purposes of a teenage girl who's thoroughly embarassed herself.

Glancing one last time over her shoulder, she starts forward toward the exit, her lingering haste carrying her away as swiftly and stealthily as a trainee goth in Doc Marten's can really be. But also causing her to make a very silly mistake. In her rush through the curtain, a handful of tiny items slipped from the raggedy back pocket of her black denim minishorts to scatter surreptitiously on the floor. Gas Pellets. The type employed by Batman. Not quite Cinderella's glass slipper, but she doesn't plan to turn into a pumpkin either...

She's stepping from the door and off down the lamplit street long before she notices they're gone.

<Pose Tracker> Superman has posed:

Superman allows himself a semi-amused smile directed at Jesse's offered suggestion, along with a slight shake of his head. "I'm afraid they will just have to keep on wondering, Ms. Chambers," the Man of Steel begins, trying NOT to sound like a stick in the mud, despite appearances to the contrary with the not singing. "Singing is not one of my strong points."

There's something in the room that, despite the din, catches Superman's ear, and his eyes turn away from Jesse and Diana briefly as he gives the room a quick once over. It takes him but a moment to find what he's looking for, though-- and a moment later, he offers a brief apology to the ladies. "Excuse me just a moment, would you?"

Unerringly, Superman arrives at the dropped gas pellets just a few moments after the young Ms. Cain departs from the club, and while he does not mover at superspeed, he does move rather quickly to scoop up the items left behind into one of his hands. Another brief examination of them, and they are tucked underneath his cloak into what must be a small holding pocket of some sort before anyone else gets a really good look at them. In another moment or two, he is back again with Diana and Jesse.

<Pose Tracker> Kinetic has posed:

Ethan can't help but chuckle a little at Jesse's suggestion that Superman sing. He's got a feeling that would draw a crowd alright. When the Man of Steel declines, the artist shrugs. He quirks a brow as Superman heads off, frowning a little. When the hero comes back, Ethan shrugs again. At first, he just keeps sipping his soda. Then spatial awareness picks up on those little gas pellets in that pocket. He remembers how those feel from his encounter with Batman. Tensing again, the blond first looks right at Superman's cape and then glances a little nervously around the bar. His fight with Joker in Metropolis a few days ago and the whole fiasco in Guam have him a little worried Batman might be angry. And if Batman's in the room, Ethan wants to hide.

<Pose Tracker> Diana has posed:

At least, just Jesse. While Superman hears the snap-hiss of gas, Diana hears something else. The beep of her communicator. The odd device was powered by Man's World technology, but it served its purpose - that is, enough for Wonder Woman to lift the communicator to her lips, and speak into it. A brief, if muffled conversation occurs, any trace of joy fading from her features.

Looking deathly serious now, Diana hurries back towards Superman and Jesse, giving both a nod. "I'm afraid that I'll have to cut this short. Trouble," she offers, flickering her eyes back towards Jesse. "I wish you the best of luck on your opening night - thank you for inviting us to stop by," Diana says, before she turns, less to tempt her fate with the crowd, and more to head towards a door beside the stage. Not to sing, sadly, but to find a back entrance to make a less crowded escape from.

<Pose Tracker> Liberty Belle has posed:

"... Ethan? It might be a wise idea to get out of here." Jesse says in a calm voice as Wonder Woman ducks out of a side door tha tleads to the kitchens and then out. Jesse is not getting Ethan-the-teenager into trouble. Kinetic, she's not allowed to scold.

"Superman, do we need to...?" She trails off, raising an eyebrow at him, cautiously.

<Pose Tracker> Superman has posed:

Attention captured by Wonder Woman's conversation and departure, the gas pellets in Superman's cape are quickly forgotten in the face of trouble elsewhere. There is a brief moment where his attention focuses on Ethan as he is addressed by Jesse, but it ends when Jesse asks her own question of the Man of Steel.

He gives Jesse a half rueful smile that speaks volumes; he knew that sooner or later their night was bound to get cut short. "I'm afraid so, Ms. Chambers. It seems that there's some trouble over in Spain. J'onn can send the coordinates to your communicator."

The Big Blue Boy Scout turns to leave, pausing only for a moment to look back over his shoulder, "Sorry we couldn't stay longer. Perhaps this is a good idea for another time, though. And maybe a more secure location."

Then, Superman speaks to the crowd, even as he heads back out for the exit, "Sorry about the interruption, folks. Nothing for you to worry about-- enjoy your evening!" And in moments, he is out the front door, and then-- Up, Up and Away!

<Pose Tracker> Kinetic has posed:

Ethan blinks, confused for a moment. He manages to fake a little more nervousness as he notices Wonder Woman going. "What do you mean? Is trouble coming here?" he asks, glancing around again. He's hoping its not. And then Superman's going off and Ethan just looks confused.

<Pose Tracker> Liberty Belle has posed:

"Thanks." Jesse says briefly to Superman, before looking at Ethan, one eyebrow raising. "Nothing special, just a bit of a Kinetic charge in the air." She says, casually. "I need to go. If Roy comes back, tell him I'm sorry... if you're still here." Jesse smiles.

<Pose Tracker> Kinetic has posed:

And again, Ethan tenses up. He's not told anyone that he's Kinetic yet so its a shock if anyone's found out. "I uh...sure, Miss. If he comes back I'll let him know," the blond replies, swallowing.

<Pose Tracker> Liberty Belle has posed:

Jesse smiles at Ethan, winking at him before she disappears after the route Wonder Woman took, effectively bringing the party to a mostly close, aside from the ever missing Speedy.

<Pose Tracker> Kinetic has posed:

Lingering for a few moments, Ethan finishes off his soda in a few chugs. Tossing the can in the nearest recycling bin, he's headed out the front entrance. If there's trouble, he's not going to sit back and do nothing after all...even if he's pretty sure he won't be welcome there.

The Question

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|Name=Victor Sage
|Alias=The Question
|Species=Human
|Age=32
|Affiliation=[[Justice League|Justice League]]
|Quote=''"It's like looking in a mirror."''
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* Brawling
* Computers
* Firearms
* Forensics
* Interrogation
* Investigation
* Journalism
* Vehicles
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==Background/Timeline==

The story of The Question begins with investigative reporter Vic Sage. A Randian libertarian, Vic Sage never pulled punches in his on-air interviews. But his public status made it necessary to disguise himself when he needed to investigate a special story. His old professor, Aristotle Rodor had come to him with information regarding an old colleague of his named Dr. Arby Twain. The two had invented a special plastic called Pseudoderm which was intended to be used as an emergency bandage due to its skin-like properties. However, Rodor had discovered that the chemicals in it were actually harmful to humans when applied to exposed wounds. He and his partner had agreed not to use the product, but the partner had reneged on his promise and was attempting to sell it to hospitals in Third World countries despite the health risks.

Vic Sage realized that he wouldn't be able to stop the sale simply by doing a news story. He would need to take action, but had no desire to get himself arrested for vigilantism. So Professor Rodor suggested that he use a mask made of the Pseudoderm to disguise his very public face. Using the blank mask that Professor Rodor devised, Sage was able to stop the sale and extract a confession from Dr. Twain. Vic Sage was conveniently the first reporter to get wind of the story.

This marked the beginning of The Question, though his superhero moniker didn't catch on overnight. When Sage wanted to get information that wasn't available to a reporter, he would put on his featureless mask, spray himself with a color-changing chemical, and go about his crime-fighting business. After he started leaving behind business cards with a question mark on the front, he earned the name by which he is now known. For a while, his superhero antics proved beneficial to his career as an investigative reporter. However, he gradually began spending more time behind the mask than he did in front of a camera.

Eventually, whether from repeated exposure to the chemicals that facilitated his costume change or from the psychological stresses he placed upon himself, Vic started to become a bit unhinged. The more investigating he did, the more he became convinced that there was a vast conspiracy behind virtually every component of commerce, government, and the media. His lack of attention to his job resulted in his being let go from his cushy network job, and he began to spend virtually all of his time as The Question, sometimes going for long periods without taking the mask off or changing his clothes.

Despite being clearly unbalanced, he still managed to gain enough of a reputation as a detective to be recommended by Batman as a new member when the Justice League expanded its roster. While there, he spent the majority of his time hunched in front of a computer screen and worrying the other members. But on a few occasions he was able to provide members of the team with aid, such as the time he helped Supergirl get to the bottom of her nightmares or the time he helped the Huntress go after the man who murdered her father. He even proved instrumental in proving the link between Lex Luthor and Cadmus Labs, bringing himself closer to discovering the truth behind the conspiracy. He also discovered video footage of a parallel universe, which showed that world's version of Superman killing Lex Luthor and ushering in the age of the Justice Lords. Determined to prevent that, he attempted to kill Lex Luthor himself to protect Superman from having to make the choice. This ended badly.

The Question's attempt to kill Luthor failed, and The Question was tortured for information. He proved to be very hard to interrogate, as he ultimately started spouting nonsense when pushed to the point of breaking. However, he was eventually rescued by Superman and the Huntress, and was able to sit out most of the ensuing crises.

Recently, he has taken even more of a backseat role with the Justice League, preferring to focus on what he does best: finding answers to questions. In order to get his message out, he has started writing once again as Vic Sage, operating from an obscure newsblog with barely enough advertising revenue to cover the costs of hosting the site.

==Personality==

To the outside observer, The Question appears to suffer from a complex of progressively worsening neuroses. He is suspicious of everyone, notably digging through the trash of everyone he knows. And he is paranoid to the point of having agoraphobia-type symptoms. He can go days without leaving his rooom, never taking off his mask or bathing.

However, focusing solely on his questionable mental stability gives one a very narrow perspective of his personality. He is, at his core, a very heroic person. Without the use of superpowers, years of training, or a vast fortune, The Question is doing his best to make the world a better place. However, he isn't especially interested in chasing down purse-snatchers or foiling bank robberies. There are plenty of heroes doing those sorts of things. The Question tends to focus on trying to find the root of the problem, rather than treating symptoms.

Despite his proclivity towards making people uneasy, The Question has come through for his teammates often enough that many of them trust him or even consider him a friend. The general consensus seems to be that his heart is in the right place even when his head isn't. Furthermore, The Question is actually /right/ about a lot of his claims. Cadmus really was involved in a conspiracy against the Justice League, and Baskin Robbins really was hiding a secret flavor from the public. It's easy to make fun of The Question when he's in full-on hermit mode, sticking pins into newspaper articles and linking them to other articles with yarn, but the fact remains that he's frequently able to find information that nobody else can.

So no, The Question isn't completely stable. But he's also not insane. If he likes someone, he'll get over his personal issues long enough to help them should they need it, but good luck getting him to change his shirt more than once a week.

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|Affiliation=[[The League of Assassins]]
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==Background/Timeline==

He is Arabian. That is the most important thing one may glean from the centuries of time that Ra's al Ghul has existed on this earth. He was born to a nomadic tribe some seven hundred to eight hundred years ago, though his name was different then. What it was is a matter of some speculation. In truth, the details have ceased to have importance to the only person alive to remember exactly what happened back then.

He had left the tribe early on, to move to the city to pursue his interests in science and alchemy. He became a physician, a profession at which he excelled and through which he found contentment and companionship in a wife, Sora. That was a very different time.

Eventually his name--or at least, the name that was known back then--gained some notoriety as belonging to a genius medicine man. Of course, this largely translated to wealth and status, and the attentions of more privileged people. Unfortunately, the city's ruler had seen his skill and offered him a great sum to heal his dying son. It is through the treatment of the young man that Ra's al Ghul discovered a rare chemical existing deep in the natural earth. HE had discovered his first Lazarus Pit, and he was able to successfully restore the prince to full health.

What he did not, could not fathom was the inevitable outcome.

The prince went mad upon rising from the pit, his body revitalized to the point where he was able to overpower the physician, and strangle Sora alive when she intervened on his behalf. Unfortunately, the sultan refused to believe his son could be at fault for the heinous act, and had the physician declared guilty of murder.

He was to be buried alive with his wife's corpse for his so-called sins.

It is unfathomable, how someone could survive being buried alive with the love of their life, as a reviled member of society while the men responsible walk free. It is inconceivable. Truthfully, it is not possible.

The part of him that truly cared for people began to die that day.

He ended up being saved by a young boy, who felt indebted to him for his charity in easing his dying mother's last hours soe months before. He took him under his wing, and returned, a different man, to his nomadic tribe. Understanding the germ theory of disease before anyone else, he was ably to infect the sultan's son with a deadly illness by sending him fine linens, repenting and begging his forgiveness. When the sultan and his son came to demand that the physician save him once more, the physician killed them both.

He erased all evidence of his existence from that point onward. Leading his tribe to prosperity through war, he razed the city that was once his home to the ground. He and his riders killed everyone within the walls, pillaged every house, and burned every thatch until there was nothing left of the city but a smouldering ruin. He erased his name, he erased all traces of his history within that damned place. This was the beginning of the man--the group--feared as The Demon. His name from then on was "Ra's al Ghul."

There was to be nothing left of his legacy there, nothing that existed or could be traced. The influence of iniquity in men was too strong in this world, their minds too ready to persecute and corrupt. There was only on option. To be something stronger than men, something elemental. The world was in peril.

Ra's al Ghul and his brethren would save it.

He took the boy and his uncle with him through eternity, the Pits that he'd discovered bringing them and him to the precipice of immortality. Together, they had forged a formidable thunderhead of fortune. Wars were fought. Atrocities witnessed and atrocities eventually committed. The world, civilization as it was, was corrupt, and at the heart of that corrupt was the heart of man itself. Though good people still existed, they were preyed upon by their own decadence.

Even the boy who he looked after as he might have his own son, had fallen to the succor of potential fame.

There was to be no mercy. Ra's al Ghul strangled him himself, though his uncle escaped with the memoirs that he had expressly forbidden writing.

Since then, Ra's al Ghul has existed only as a suggestion, the apparition of a man who is said to be at the head of the worst organization imaginable. He has destroyed and brought ruin to countless cities all without 'They' ever knowing exactly who it was behind their downfall. For those privileged few who know him, he is nightmare personified, genocide his left hand and atrocity his right. There can be no mercy for the criminal or the corrupt.

He is the Demon.

==Personality==

To first understand how he thinks, one must understand the wear of time upon the mortal mind as it ascends to immortality. Over the span of centuries, the words of any one human ceases to have meaning, and each becomes unto themselves a representative of the species; a dull, iniquitous and puerile little thing whose lifespan in the great scheme has only been measured in the span of a single raindrop. As a result, Ra's al Ghul has precious little pity to waste on mewling parasites, and no concept of limiting honor or moralities.

He is a thing of fear, an elaboration of rumor more than man at this point. Few have had the dubious pleasure of meeting him, but those that do rarely find the will to doubt his influence and power, comensurate with that of a great sleeping dragon. He is completely ruthless, and endlessly destructive--one glimpse into his eyes will tell anyone they need to know of their value in them; none.

He truly has no limitations as to what he will and will not do. As he sees it, the world he lives in is inextricable from corruption and he has no love for it nor owes it any kindness. Ra's al Ghul's goals are nothing short of the absolute destruction of modernized society as humanity has molded it. He wishes to return everything to ash and plunge the world back into the Dark Ages, in the hopes that humanity will rebuild itself in a vastly more moral form.

It is not to say that Ra's al Ghul hates humanity. It is more specific to point that he abhors their excesses. In his mind, dishonesty and sin have colluded in the hearts of men, causing them to build a system so corrupt that it can be manipulated with only a few pieces of gold. To him, this is the antithetical of justice: A world that allows rapists and killers to go free while innocent men rot in prison for the rest of their lives for failing to pay the correct tithe. To Ra's al Ghul, there can only be one solution to such a system: A great purge.

Following this, Ra's al Ghul is almost priestlike in his devotion to the concept of absolute justice. However, his is not the understanding with which most would associate. While killing a hundred to save one may be considered abhorrent by society, Ra's al Ghul would not hesitate. He would not only kill a hundred criminals to save one innocent life, he would kill a hundred innocents to punish one criminal. Even more--he would kill a thousand. Criminals thrive on society's indulgence, but there is no society that would harbor criminality knowing what the true cost of their own sloth and laziness would be.

Though a violent idealist and one that will not hesitate to kill when necessary, Ra's al Ghul is not by measure an impatient or rash man. He is an intellectual, rarely one who gets his hands dirty, preferring instead to wage his wars from miles away. He is deceptive and manipulative, not hesitating to use his considerable resources, intimidation and knowledge against others, leveraging against their weaknesses until they do his bidding. It is not uncommon at all for them to be doing so without their knowledge in the slightest.

Though his ideals may be noble at heart, his methods, means and modes are not. Make no mistake, Ra's al Ghul is incurably insane from his centuries of life, and everything that was 'noble' about him has been eroded away by the sands of time. Though appearances may on occaision seem otherwise, there is nothing that means anything to him but his goals and his mission. All that is left of that noble Arabian doctor centuries ago is a desert wolf, a predator that sees nothing before it but prey.

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2012-02-26T16:30:34Z

Spypoet:

Batwoman

2012-02-26T01:23:38Z

Spypoet: Created page with "{{Characterbox| Title=Batwoman |Image=200px |Name=Kate Kane |Alias=Batwoman |Species=Human |Age=20s |Affiliation=Gotham |Quote=''"I'm a goddamn sold..."

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|Name=Kate Kane
|Alias=Batwoman
|Species=Human
|Age=20s
|Affiliation=Gotham
|Quote=''"I'm a goddamn soldier."''
|Powers= 
* Human
|}}

==Background/Timeline==

Kate Kane was born the daughter of a famous and influential colonel in the US military, a member of military intelligence. She grew up happily, playing with her twin sister in their fairly luxurious family home--her father was one of "those" Kanes though he was not in line for the full weight of the family fortune.

When Kate was still quite young, she, her sister, and her mother were kidnapped by terrorists seeking to ransom Kane children and strike at the US military in one blow. A rescue was staged, and Kate's sister and mother were killed. Kate suppressed the memory for many years. Her father remarried, to a wealthy socialite who wanted his family's connections. Kate and her stepmother are not friends, though they do not fight.

When she tried to serve her country to fight against those who had hurt her, she was ejected for being gay. After a period of dissolute aimlessness, she found a new identity in taking the fight into her own hands, on the streets, as the Batwoman. She didn't ask permission for the cowl, but she hasn't faced any objections yet.

The past refuses to stay buried, however, and shortly after Batwoman emerged onto the streets of Gotham, she faced the challenge of 'Alice', a killer who seemed to know her as she knew herself--because she was herself. Almost. Kate Kane's twin sister somhow survived the terrorist attack, unknown to Kate, and possibly unknown to her father. Batwoman battled with Alice in a feud that ended with Alice falling from an airplane, seemingly again to her death.

Kate blames her father for this, and has ceased speaking to him.

==Personality==

Kate Kane is a conflicted, angry, driven young woman. She lost two of the most precious people in the world to her at a young age, but she was able to channel her rage at this injustice into a desire to serve righteous order. She wanted to be a marine, like her father. This was denied to her due to the military's policy of Don't Ask, Don't Tell, which was a powerful blow to her sense of self. She was too bound by her oath to lie in order to preserve her possible military career, but she still felt the draw to defend, to set things right that had been made wrong.

This drive for justice is powerful, and Kate has encountered several ways in which the laws may fail even the lawful. Bad things happen to good people, and often through indifference--this is something that she must change, that she can change, herself, personally. Kate's desire for control and direction pushed her finally into vigilantism and the carefully orchestrated violence of the hero in the shadows. She took her name from the Bat, as there was a -man, so could there be a -woman.

All of this purpose from the shadows has made it difficult for her to stay connected to Kate Kane as a person, and a long string of broken relationships and poorly-mended friendships testifies to that. She tends to react to failure or frustration by taking her anger out on others, and this has lead to her current state of estrangement from her father. The loss of her sister and mother is an aching wound that will not heal without family's help, but she pushes Jake Kane away, blaming him for keeping her sister's survival a secret.

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2012-02-26T01:21:21Z

Spypoet:

Blue Beetle

2012-02-26T01:17:56Z

Spypoet: Created page with "{{Characterbox| Title=Blue Beetle |Image=200px |Name=Jaime Reyes |Alias=Blue Bettle |Species=Human |Age=16 |Affiliation=Unkown |Quote=''"These ar..."

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|Name=Jaime Reyes
|Alias=Blue Bettle
|Species=Human
|Age=16
|Affiliation=Unkown
|Quote=''"These are my rules. No-one hurts innocent people. Got that? Good!"''
|Powers= 
* Combat Analysis
* Energy Manipulation
* Enhanced Sensory Spectrum
* Health Boosts
* Shielding
* Superhuman Ability
* Tracking
* Translation
* Travel
* Weapon and Object Generation
|}}

==Background/Timeline==

Jaime Reyes was just a normal kid. He lived in El Paso, had a large extended family and was best friends with a pair of other teens named Paco and Brenda. That seemed to be about where life was going to leave him, until one day, a blue scarab fell out of the sky and landed in an abandoned lot. Jaime and his friends found it, and Jaime took it home. In the night, it ended up crawling into his body and bonding with the base of his spine, though it took a bit for him to learn that.

Over the next few days, he ran into a gang of limited magic-users in El Paso, the Posse. After their mindreader, Probe, panicked upon running into the Scarab's mind in Jaime's body, the Posse started a fight. Jaime tried to flee, and when cornered, the Scarab manifested, forming the Blue Beetle armor and taking over. He defeated the Posse in combat, and the Scarab would have killed them if Jaime had not controlled it, sensing that one of the Posse was pregnant and fleeing.

Jaime tried to deal with the chaos as best he could, trying to come to terms with the strange, alien voice in his mind and his new powers. A (currently undefined) event involving numerous superheroes and villains took place near enough that Jaime was pulled into it, heading to Gotham City and meeting up with the superheroes to help. In the meantime, his father was shot by a desperate employee at his car repair garage and left needing a cane. Jaime would not become aware of this until he returned.

On returning, Jaime felt the need to inform his family about his new powers. He also felt responsible for his father's getting shot, since he wasn't there for it - especially now that he had the power to prevent it. While his family was afraid at first, eventually his mother, father and little sister accepted the existence of his power, as did his friends, Paco and Brenda. They (and Jaime's grandmother) are the only people who know about the Blue Beetle, though he does have a very large extended family. Now, with the help of his friends, Jaime works as the first real superhero of El Paso.

However, unknown to Jaime, the creators of his scarab, an alien race known as the Reach, are coming towards Earth now that their creation has awakened. His friend Brenda's aunt, Ampara Cardenas, is working with the criminal Intergang as the main crimeboss of El Paso, La Dama. A former hero called Peacemaker is trying to find Jaime, because he contains the information half of the Scarab and knows its dangers. And, of course, there's all the chaos of the greater world and El Paso's own vigilantes, the Posse, whom Paco has gotten involved with.

==Personality==

Jaime Reyes is a good kid. His parents raised him to be respectful to others, kind and generous. He does his best to live up to their expectations. He tries to help those in need, and when he can't he blames himself. His first thought after getting out of the chaos of his first days as a hero was to tell his family, because hiding it from them would just feel wrong.

In fact, that is a lot of what drives Jaime: he trusts his family and friends, and they believe in him. He does not want to let them down. They taught him to use his abilities to help others - and now that he has superpowers, what can he do but try even harder and do even more? That is Jaime's ultimate goal as a hero, though not his ultimate goal in life. In fact, Jaime doesn't really want to be a superhero for all of his life.

Instead, Jaime wants to be a dentist. He doesn't like fighting and he isn't very good at it. The Scarab is, to be sure, but it fights to kill, and Jaime was not raised to kill. Indeed, the idea of killing someone disgusts him, and Jaime would never do it. As a dentist, on the other hand, he would be helping people! Besides, dentists make a lot of money. Jaime's from a rather poor family, and that kind of money would help put his little sister through college.

The Blue Beetle scarab, whose name is currently unknown to either itself or Jaime, is rather more ruthless. It has trouble understanding concepts like 'emotion' or 'mercy'. It operates entirely on threat determinations, analyzing every person it meets for powers and potential danger to the host. It is much more watchful for this than Jaime itself, though he often ignores and overrules it.

This isn't to say that the scarab has no emotions. It may be an AI, but it does have curiousity and a desire to learn more about itself, since it lacks the vast databanks and memories that it was meant to have. It is also, slowly, learning from Jaime. However, this is a very slow process, and at present it still tends to present itself as a ruthless, emotionless intelligence that wants only to protect its hosts existence and eliminate his enemies.

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2012-02-26T01:17:43Z

Spypoet:

Lobo

2012-02-24T22:25:07Z

Spypoet: Created page with "{{Characterbox| Title=Lobo |Image=200px |Name=Lobo |Alias=Bo |Species=Czarnian |Age=Unknown |Affiliation=N/A |Quote=''"What's the matter?"'' |Powers= ..."

{{Characterbox|
Title=Lobo
|Image=[[Image:Lobo01.gif|200px]]
|Name=Lobo
|Alias=Bo
|Species=Czarnian
|Age=Unknown
|Affiliation=N/A
|Quote=''"What's the matter?"''
|Powers= 
* Bloodhound Smell
* Regeneration
* Super Strength
* Willpower
|}}

==Background/Timeline==

Born on the planet Czarnia, to everyones misfortune. 
First homicide at five. 
Fragged entire race with high school science project, gave himself an A. 
Tried out many jobs from police work to bartending until he found his true calling of hunting people for cash. 
First boss, Bob Bastich, liking his last name so much he made it his own personal swear word. 
Hunted across the universe for several years till Preserver hired him for his first run-in with Superman. 
Helped the Supergeek break outta the ship, hasn't been seen near Earth for some time. 

==Personality==

Lobo is a big, bad biker on steroids. Not as stupid as he looks, he enjoys nothing better than bloody violence, booze, babes, and terrorizing the whole galaxy just by being around. Many compare him to a walking powder keg ready to explode at any moment, for any lousy reason, not only because he can but because he really enjoys it. The only people he respects are people that have the guts to stand up to him. Otherwise everyone else just better get outta the way or they end up as good as fragged, unless they have his word they'd be safe or provide him with plenty of opportunities for cash and violence. Bo is a man that is in love with the idea of vendetta and will go to ridiculous lengths to avenge himself over any perceived slight. Besides that he's in love with concept of slumming. And torture. Many will agree that he is the most ruthless, cruel, stubborn, and down-right despicable being in the known universe. As well as an addict to physical violence, the more graphic the better. In his own words he hates "square-jawed, short-back an' sides, goody-goody feebs", (pretty much every superhero), since forever. Course he hates just about everyone that gets on his nerves anyway.

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2012-02-24T22:24:28Z

Spypoet:

Red Hood

2012-02-24T19:51:23Z

Spypoet: Created page with "{{Characterbox| Title=Red Hood |Image=200px |Name=Jason Todd/Red Hood |Alias=JT |Species=Metahuman |Age=20+ |Affiliation=Solo |Quote=''"I never get tir..."

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Title=Red Hood
|Image=[[Image:RedHood01.jpg|200px]]
|Name=Jason Todd/Red Hood
|Alias=JT
|Species=Metahuman
|Age=20+
|Affiliation=Solo
|Quote=''"I never get tired of watching you work."''
|Powers= 
* Just One Man
|}}

==Background/Timeline==

Jason Todd entered the Batman family in a somewhat more odd fashion than most; he was caught stealing the tires off of the batmobile. Shortly after he earns the right to fill the recently opened role of Robin that was vacated by Dick Greyson when he departed and took up a new name for himself as a protector of Bludhaven. Serving for little over a year in the red and green tights, Jason proved to be one of the most troubled of Wayne's wards. Filled with anger and aggression, Jason found a outlet for these emotions in his role as a masked vigilante. Batman did his best to help Jason deal with this anger, trying to find a way to help quell the anger inside of his young ward before it got the better of him... Sadly, it was too little, too late.

In the end, Jason proved to be a poor fit for the role of Robin. He was too angry, too brutal, too aggressive in his pursuit of justice. His brash, short-tempered nature ultimately lead to his death at the hands of the joker, leaving Batman alone once more. Bruce often views his inability to save Jason from himself as well in his final moments as one of his greatest failures.

Having hired The Joker as a destraction for one of his schemes, Ra's al Ghul is struck with a odd sense of guilt over the death of The Detective's newest apprentice and seeks to make ammends for his miscalculation in thinking that he could control The Joker. Stealing Jasons remains and replacing them with a starkly realistic decoy, Ra's al Ghul ressurects Jason in a roiling pool of his Lazarus Pit. Stolen from the realm of the dead, Jason is brought back to life only to be consumed by the psychosis that those that use the Lazarus Pits fall victem to. In the chaos that ensues, Jason escapes Ra's grasp, only to find himself far from home once he ragains his senses. In the years that follow, Jason sets out on a journey, treking across the world on a quest that darkly mirrors Bruce's own travels in the time that lead to him becoming The Batman.

Now back in Gotham, Jason Todd has taken on a new identity as the Red Hood. Having decided that crime could only ever be controled rather thean eliminated completely. Using his newly learned skills as well as those that yet reside with him from his previous life, The Red Hood has set about gathering every last hood, thug, pimp and drug dealer into his employ, seeking to make Gotham a safer place through his own, vicious means... as well as claim his revenge against the man he holds responsible for his death.

==Personality==

Jason Todd is a far different person than he used to be. Once a idealistic boy that prowled roof tops and alley ways as a brightly-colored spectre of justice, Jason has become something much more sinister than he once was... and who could blame him, really? Death... has ways of changing people. Be it the death of a stranger, a loved one, a enemy... or even the person themselves. Jason Todds idealistic vigor that was then only slightly shadowed by the viciousness and anger that laid beneath the surface is gone. Now there is a hard, brutal determination that drives this man. Crueler than the cruel, more vicious than the vicious. He has made himself into a bitter vaccine for the sickness that infects Gotham. Devoted now to not just treating the symptoms as they pop up in the alleys and on the streets but rather controling them at their source. It is a old and sad addage; If you can't beat them, join them.

Cock-sure and brash, Jason is a case of a arrogant bastard that is arrogant for good reason. He is as skilled as he plays himself off to be. He is also a careful man in some respects. He has a odd sort of patience about him, a keen mind for long plans and schemes even if he cannot often restrain himself in the moment.

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2012-02-24T19:50:42Z

Spypoet:

Witching Hour Lurker

2012-02-23T21:23:35Z

Spypoet: Created page with "{{Characterbox| Title=Witching Hour Lurker |Image=200px |Name=Abel Thatcher |Alias=WHL |Species=Vampire |Age=Who knows? |Affiliation=Unknown |Quote=''"Tast..."

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|Image=[[Image:WHL01.jpg|200px]]
|Name=Abel Thatcher
|Alias=WHL
|Species=Vampire
|Age=Who knows?
|Affiliation=Unknown
|Quote=''"Tasty."''
|Powers= 
* Dark Regeneration
* Hunter's vision
* Vampface
* Vampiric Might
* Hunter's Senses
* Undead
* Vampiric Hypnotism
* Vampiric Speed
|}}

==Background/Timeline==

There was a time, in which all a young boy wanted to do was to get a good education at a prestigious university, and then become a poet. And oh, he was smart enough. Made it into the University of London purely on his academic performance and various odd jobs he'd worked throughout the UK, the boy had become a self made man, and his out of work butcher father couldn't have been prouder!

And then? The boy disappeared. Nobody knew what happened, save the long plotting, soon to be King of the Dark, Usurper of the Count, Lord of all Undeath...

And a million other ambitions that never really came to light, as his own vampiric sidekick he'd made, ended up staking him through the heart, and quickly taking his leave. These were hard days for the young man who was learning what being a monster was. Figuring out he was a vampire after he drained the first 12 rats dead, he stopped to think a moment, after satisfying his unholy thirst and actually being -able- to think, that there had to be a better way! He'd always been called clever, yes? And surely, this problem was no different than anything else, with a solution just there, waiting to be discovered! And so, to the library he went every night, retreating to the sewers before daybreak, and stealing clothing to at least -look- presentable.

After unofficially continuing his education for a number of years, he felt confident, able to take on this challenge, and became 'Dr. Johann Faust'. A bit obvious for a name, but it served his purposes as a purported man of science and medicine. He was able to survive off blood samples he took whilst making genuine medical advances, and generally saving lives when he could. It was a good life for the Undead, but of course, all good things must come to an end, mustn't they?

In his instance, he realized he needed to do something after his lack of aging started making him suspicious in the eyes of others. And so, deciding it was time for a change of scenery, he fled to Ireland, continuing his act with a different name. He in fact made his way through most of Europe like that, halfway through Russia by the time news of some truly grim and ghastly occurances reached him...

Apparently, somebody was stalking the streets of Whitechapel at night, brutally slaying prostitutes, and in general, terrorizing fair London. Not trusting police to handle something as alien to them as this, and figuring enough time had passed that he would be unrecognized in his home country, he made his way back home, donning a black costume, complete with cloak and tophat, and became...The Black Peeper! Of course, the name carried different connotations back then, and the name brings a chuckle to him if mentioned today. Still, despite the silly name, he managed to do some good, breaking up some ruffian gang violence, as well as stopping some highly dangerous cult slayings from ever occuring. Still, the infamous Jack the Ripper eluded him, and would become something of an obsession for the young Vampire even to this day.

The turn of the century brought a name change from him, going from The Black Peeper, to the Witching Hour Lurker. Streamlining his costume, and now carrying a few musket pistols, he continued his work as an 'off the books' detective, finding this to be something he could truly help with, something that just felt right to him. And of course, when World War Two came around, he discovered that he was not alone: There were others who dressed in costumes, and did their parts to keep order in this world! He found it fascinating, and while he never went overseas to battle the Nazi forces in Germany, it was only because he was quite busy protecting his home turf from all sorts of trouble. Hitler's interest in the occult meant lots of his devoted followers trying to awaken horrible creatures with names that cannot be spoken, right there in London. Of course, The Witching Hour Lurker stopped them...sometimes, at all costs.

Fast forward to present day, and the Witching Hour Lurker must again flee from his homeland, but now treating this as a learning experience, the vampire has taken on the identity of 'Abel Thatcher', a young food critic who does most of his reviews online, and refuses to do any business until nightfall. While he does this, he also furthers his business as his detective alter ego, wanting to do good...and also wanting a chance to meet up with existing heroes, who have become something of a fascination for him, as of late.

I think that's good, don't you?

==Personality==

Abel has a rather positive attitude for being Undead. He might not be as smart as some of the more nonpowered characters in the DC Universe, but he is every bit the detective, which has only increased with time. He's the sort to not jump to conclusions, no matter how bad things look, and even if things have gotten miserable, he tries to see the silver lining, the light at the end of the tunnel.

Well, maybe not literally. Medical condition, nasty allergy, you understand.

In terms of morality, Abel is rather relaxed, not a murderer like the Wild Dogs or rare killing heroes out there, but he also doesn't regard every life as precious like Batman or other heroes. Living long enough to see many die has given him an almost spiritual view of death, regarding it as a natural process, nor does he try to impose morality on others. In short, he'd save Jason Todd from being killed, because both would be heroes at the time. But if the roles were reversed and Jason wanted to kill Joker, Abel is not his brother's keeper, and would not weep much for a murdering clown's death. Alternatively, although he would be slightly saddened if Joker instead killed Jason, he wouldn't feel much more sadness than that. A life has ended, as will lives always end. His role is not to save the world, but rather to police it, and neutralize those mentally ill and unsound individuals who would do their fellow man wrong.

He has many more personality quirks, but as these are due to his Vampirism, they will be found under Weaknesses.

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Wyld Knight

2012-02-23T18:51:04Z

Spypoet: Created page with "{{Characterbox| Title=Wyld Knight |Image=200px |Name=Emily Taylor |Alias=Wyld |Species=Metahuman |Age=22 |Affiliation=Unaligned |Quote=''"Ooo."'' |Pow..."

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|Name=Emily Taylor
|Alias=Wyld
|Species=Metahuman
|Age=22
|Affiliation=Unaligned
|Quote=''"Ooo."''
|Powers= 
* Advanced Healing
* Electrical Powers
* Armor Abilities
* Super Human Strength
* Super Human Agility
|}}

==Background/Timeline==

Emily was the black sheep of a rich British Family, who had a long history of military service. They tried to make a proper lady out of their daughter but save for the traditional fencing and sword play the members of the family practice she'd have nothing to do with anything else her parents wanted her to do, until she later enlisted in the army. Which was more a way to get away from them than wanting to do the family proud. Still when she did enlist. Her family hoped it would sort her out. She had only finished her training and been on her first assignment for a short time when the Thanagarian invasion happened and this is one of the few things Emily was ever proud of.

She was amongst the soldiers who fought back against the winged aliens. When the true nature of their plans was revealed to the world at large. It made her proud that she'd been part of resisting the genocidal aliens. Still this didn't last, one thing lead to another and after several incidents with her superiors she washed out of the armed forces. It's not something she enjoyed talking about much. She'd failed in the end.

She drifted about for a while until she fell in with a fairly well to do PMC. The jobs were all right the pay was good. Still she was unhappy on some deep level and just hated herself more and more. Finally one job from Lex-corp came and that's where things all went bad.

Only a few of the officers knew what they were guarding and even then only the basics needed for Safety otherwise they knew little about the apparent bio-hazard they were guarding. They had expected trouble from criminal elements not a band of three super heroes who stormed the train after the illegal technology on board.

The unit put up a fight but in the end they were overwhelmed and during the take down she was accidentally launched into the already damaged containment container. She came into contact with the armour and it started to fuse with her after sensing a living being. The last anyone saw her was stumbling off the train as it passed over a river trying to futility use her combat knife to cut some of the infestation free.

The woman who pulled herself out of the river was not for all intents the woman who fell into the river. She was a creature born of the fusion of machine and human. Taking the name of Wyld Knight for herself she only had memory fragments of her past life to help her. She remembered how to fight and survive well enough at least and the idea of selling one's sword as it were appealed to her. She now operates as an independent mercenary working for whoever pays her. So long as they meet her personal code of honour standards. So now the newborn is left with a question, what now?

==Personality==

Wyld Knight is a very young person really when you realize she's only existed for a very short time. While she has a few things in common with her former self she is a different person. She's quite bold at times and considers herself to be daring. She's not the sort to back down from fighting a stronger foe. The idea is actually something that excites her and she looks forwards to, a chance to actually test out her abilities and skills.

She's fairly combative in her personality she likes challenges things that may very well be beyond her skills. She's also fond of contests and challenges of any sort be is strength, skill or wits. She also has a love of Arthurian lore, while not too well knowing of it she has a keen interest and intends to learn more. She's also make it a goal to seek out and find any actual relics of said era should she ever discover it's not just a myth.

She however is not without her standards, she takes no pleasure in picking on the weak when there's nothing to be gained from it. She's not the sort to go throwing about her powers at the average person for laughs. Should it be someone in the way of her goal she leans to using a low amount of force to disable them. The unskilled are not fitting foes and not ones to waste the effort or dishonour herself, at least in her own eyes.

When not actively up to villainy or various jobs she's quite curious about the world she's in, the people the places and such. It leads her to wander and seek out new things. It's a big world and she only knows a little bit about it. She's quite eager to find out and experience more of what is out there. But this also leads to her being naive about many thing which leads he to be exploited by those who are quite crafty or good at manipulating people. Be they a hero or a villain they can capitalize on it.

In regards to her code of honour she has a sense of fair play, she'll let a foe recover their weapon. She will also not finish off a already defeated foe and sees little point to wonton killing. After all why kill a worthy foe, even when defeated they have proven them selves at least with the courage to fight. She also does not like those who would seriously harm a child or kill them. It's one thing to make your foe think they are in danger or make use of them as a hostage. It's another to actually harm the young one, this can seriously be something to anger her if it's done in front of her.

As for Emily she's still worth nothing as there's something of her left, she's rather grim, in her out look. She really doesn't like herself really. She's only proud of two things in her life, those two things are resisting the alien invasion and choosing to give Wyld Knight a chance. She's retreated to a corner of her mind and really won't come out willingly. She feels it's Wyld's life now and she's just something that doesn't belong any longer.

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Supergirl

2012-02-21T18:11:40Z

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|Quote=''"We don't do it for the glory. We don't do it for the recognition..."''
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* Costume
* Invulnerability
* Flight
* Super-Speed
* Super-Strength
* Super-Senses
* Super-Stamina
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==Background/Timeline==

- Kara In-Ze was born and raised on Argo, where she thought she might follow in her mother's footsteps and become a doctor someday.

- When she was sixteen, the planet froze to death around her, thanks to the event that shattered Krypton, and she was put into stasis to wait things out.

- Eventually Superman found her in the only intact stasis pod, and brought her to Earth.

- Kara lived in Smallville for three years, with periodic visits to Metropolis (and occasionally Gotham) and exploits as Supergirl; she donned the costume out of admiration for Clark's activities and a deep-seated need to use her newfound strengths for good. "I watched one world die around me, and I was powerless -- I won't stand by again when I have the power to help people in need!"

- Kara met Barbara Gordon, and the two of them fought some crime together and forged a friendship that has lasted many years.

- As Supergirl, she fought a variety of villains, most notably Darkseid (who beat the bejeezus out of her, twice) and a brainwashed Clark (same result). Despite all this she was determined to see her chosen path through.

- After Clark put her on life support, she was cared for by Professor Emil Hamilton, who saved her life -- and took samples of her DNA for cloning.

- Eventually Clark deemed her adjusted enough to Earth life, skilled enough with her powers, and responsible enough to be trusted with Justice League membership. She was immediately one of the more powerful members of the League in terms of sheer brute force, but had a great deal to learn.

- But Kara learned, both from the school of hard knocks and a great deal of intensive training from Green Lantern and Green Arrow, who were both her mentors and friends, once she earned their respect. League training and missions became her life, and she grew steadily more distant from any sort of civilian identity, while becoming more and more dedicated to her work.

- During her first year in the League, Supergirl started having terrible nightmares in which she killed people; this was eventually revealed, with help from Green Arrow and the Question, to be a psychic connection to Galatea, a Cadmus clone whom the government had trained to be a living weapon. Tea was better trained with a fully mature body, and utterly determined to kill the original to prove her worth as an individual.

- When the founding members of the League turned themselves in to US custody after the Watchtower fired on Earth, Kara held down the fort in space. Ultimately she confronted her copy and defeated her, as usual, with brains as much as brawn.

- Time passed, Kara grew, and became increasingly active worldwide, achieving a wide following. She changed her uniform, which had been homemade and extremely simple, to be more like her cousin's, whom she was extremely proud of. By her 21st birthday, Jon Stewart admited there was little more he could teach her; she had power, control, tactics, and excellent judgement.

- Kara needed all of these traits to survive a trip to the 30th century, where she single-handedly held off the entire Legion of Super-Heroes (minus Brainiac 5, plus Jon Stewart) long enough for her allies to deactivate the brainwashing controlling them. Having started to feel more and more like an Outsider on Earth, Kara was surprised by how much she felt at home in the future.

- Brainiac 5's extreme cuteness didn't hurt matters; it was love, or at least crush, at first sight. She decided to stay in the 30th century, where she felt she could make more of a difference than in the hero-deluged 21st.

- However, not long thereafter, the future was drastically and apocalyptically altered overnight by some sort of time manipulation. Kara, being from the past, was the natural choice to send back to try to set things right.

- Kara is deeply worried about these events, but also aware that it could well be years before the time villain reveals himself; she's doing her best to find herself, and her place, back on Earth, while patiently searching for signs of the trouble.

==Personality==

Kara is fundamentally an outsider on Earth in a way that Clark is not, and having to deal with that informs a great deal of her personality. It is incredibly frustrating to live in a (relatively) low-technology time; and unlike Clark, Kara remembers, directly, the catastrophic events that killed her entire planet and everyone she knew.

In general she uses those memories to drive her to fight tirelessly to defend those who cannot defend themselves. She buries her trauma under a playful spirit, a bright, enthusiastic and occasionally cocky personality. She is hip and independent, and endlessly eager to explore the Earth she now calls home.

Kara would die before allowing any harm to come to her adopted world, and has nearly done so, many times, stepping up alone against powers orders of magnitude out of her league because there's no one else who can. "Suicidally brave" is not an unreasonable description of her dedication to protecting those she cares about -- which is everyone. Her deep-seated sense of responsibility defines her as little else does; she is, at the beginning and end of the day, goodhearted.

She has a reputation for being headstrong, and there's something to this, though Kara has learned how to take orders gracefully over the years and has become a great deal more mature. Her straightforward self-confidence sometimes rubs people the wrong way. She no longer looks before she leaps quite as drastically, having been seasoned by experience. She is even occasionally suspicious of others' motives, slower to trust than some heroes are, in part because she's been betrayed several times by those close to her.

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2012-02-21T18:11:26Z

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Wonder Woman

2012-02-19T01:55:42Z

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|Image=[[Image:DianaWonderWoman.jpg|200px]]
|Name=Diana of Themyscira
|Alias=WW
|Species=Metahuman
|Age=Appears to be 22
|Affiliation=[[Justice League]]
|Quote=''"Peace is a virtue. A state of mind, a disposition for benevolence, confidence and justice. It is not simply the absence of war."''
|Powers= 
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==Background/Timeline==

-The isle of Themyscira; the gift to the Amazon people, faithful to the Greek pantheon. The gift had come after a bloody rebellion after long period of being enslaved, of their men killed, leaving but the women behind on the island. The Greek gods gifted their devotion with the island sanctuary, and leading those people was Queen Hippolyta.

-Part of the gift the gods had granted the women of the isle was immortality - they needed no men to replenish their numbers, and the gods likewise hid Thymyscira from the world, so that the women could live in peace.

-But Hippolyta was lonely. She sought a daughter, a family - someone to raise - and the gods, specifically, Hades granted her wish, as well.

-She sculpted a clay infant from the earth, and the god of the underworld breathed life into it. The being that was formed would be named Diana, the new Princess of Thymyscira.

-Diana grew like a normal person would, but it became clear rather quickly that she was stronger than most her sisters; faster, quicker-witted, and more dextrous.

-As a child, she was raised in the Amazon tradition, learning the weapons of the Amazon, and other skills - horseback riding, hunting, and learning of the gods themselves.

-Diana was most fond of the goddess Athena, like a great many Amazons, and often tended to her shrine.

But Diana was restless; the gods had helped create her for greater things than the idyllic Thymyscira could offer. Diana yearned to see the world outside, something Hippolyta felt that she could never allow.

-And so Hippolyta attempted to keep control of the restless Diana by imposing all sorts of rules upon her. And for a time, it did work. But once Diana reached her teenage years...

-She became known as a bit of a troublemaker around the island. Often sticking her nose into things she really should not have, and /especially/ doing things her mother disliked. There was an issue with some horrible creature that had made its way into a cave on the other end of the island? Diana often accompanied the Amazons that went to take care of it.

-Hippolyta did not have malice in mind, but what drove her to be so controlling was fear of losing her daughter.

-So when they had heard of Man's World coming under attack by some strange otherworldly force, Diana saw her chance - this was as good an excuse as any to go to Man's World - they had to help them fight off this invasion, or risk becoming isolated when the aliens won!

-Hippolyta would have none of that, however. She bore great bitterness against the world of Men, for starters, and doubly did not wish to see her daughter die attempting to fend off some alien invasion. She forbid Diana to go.

-So Diana waited until the dead of night, and snuck into the temple of the goddess that she so admired, Athena. Stealing the magic armor of the goddess, she flew to answer the call that the rest of the Amazons had ignored, joining the fight against the alien Imperium.

-Come to find out, that distress call that had alerted them to the alien invasion in the first place had originated from the Martian, J'onn J'onzz. His summons had gathered a collection of heroes to form a resistance against the alien invaders.

-When the threat had passed, those heroes who had originally answered the call would help form a League of heroes, and would come to be known as the founders of the Justice League, Diana counted amongst them.

-Taking the name Wonder Woman, she served with the League for a while, righting wrongs, even as she learned about Man's World.

-But soon enough, Diana began to feel guilty for what she did. Returning to Themyscira, she found everyone had turned to stone, at the hands of a man, Felix Faust, who sought to release Hades from his prison unto the world proper.

-Reluctantly, she accepted for the help of the League in defeating Faust and Hades both, but upon restoring her sisters, she found herself exiled: she had brought men to the island, and broken the sacred laws of Themyscira.

Now exiled, Diana returned to the one home she had left, the Justice League...

==Personality==

At this point, the public knows very little about just who Wonder Woman is. Some might see her as a paragon of justice, much along the lines of Superman, some might see her as a role model, and some may even see her as vaguely threatening, and a foreigner.

But just who is the woman behind the pretty smile, and red white and blue getup?

First and foremost, Diana is the daughter of the Themysciran isles, and a proud Amazon. The stereotype of the average Amazon is a martial sort of woman who is confident, kind, and courageous almost to a fault, and Diana fits that stereotype rather nicely.

Diana is confident in herself and her abilities, and usually has an honest, open sort of manner; a trait that may seem brusque at times. Diana also tends to trust her friends rather than mistrust them, preferring to see the good in people than the bad.

Diana seeks solutions that uplift herself and those around her, although she has very little patience for many types of villains: those that seek to destroy the world and the people of Earth will be resisted utterly, although your average pursejacker might get away with little more than a collection of bruises, and being left in a dumpster for the police to find.

Diana tends to be naive in the ways of Man's World still, but in spite of what her slightly xenophobic sisters back in Themyscira widely believe, she has hope for the other inhabitants of those they share the Earth with. Their ways are different and alien to a fault, but it is together that they will find a way to a better tomorrow, and she can see those in Man's World take steps towards that tomorrow.

With a little bit of help from herself and the Amazons, they just might make it, too.

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2012-02-19T01:55:09Z

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Liberty Belle

2012-02-17T02:34:42Z

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|Name=Jesse Chambers
|Alias=Belle
|Species=Metahuman
|Age=23
|Affiliation=[[Justice Society of America|JSA]]
|Quote=''"I like to make sure things are done right."''
|Powers= 
* Super Strength
* Flight
* Super Speed
* Non-friction aura
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==Background/Timeline==

* Jesse Belle Chambers is born to Elizabeth "Libby" Lawrence Chambers (the original superheroine Liberty Belle) and Johnny Chambers (superhero Johnny Quicke) in Queens, NYC.

* Johnny Chambers starts teaching Jesse about life as a superhero as a young child.

*Libby and Johnny divorce a few years later after an argument about life as adventurers and superheroes.

* Jesse remains with her father post-divorce.

* Johnny trained Jesse on the use of the spoken formula X2(9YZ)4A to gain the power of super-speed and flight.

* Jesse eventually graduates from the local high school, and goes on to Gotham University at the age of 18.

* Majors in Meta-Human knowledge with a minors in business.

* Graduates from Gotham University at the age of 21.

* Starts working at Quick Start Enterprises with her Father after graduation.

* Takes on her first costumed identity as Jesse Quick.

* Goes into graduate school for business.

* Joins the Justice Society.

* Retires identity of Jesse Quick, adopts her mother's old Persona as the new Liberty Belle. Doing so grants her the power of super strength as well as super speed and flight.

* Opts to join the Justice League as a reservist in case of problems.

* Continues working with the JSA and Quick Start Enterprises, working as the CEO/general go-to when Johnny is busy with other work, using it as a study for her graduate work.

==Personality==

If there was a dictionary nearby and someone looked at it, one would see Jesse Chambers face under quite a few headings, the three biggest ones being 'workaholic', 'perfectionist', and 'knowledge of the past, current, and thoughts about the future'... not that the last one is in a dictionary anyways.

Jesse is a workaholic and a perfectionist, and while she's not entirely proud of it, when push comes to shove, she works hard for everything she does and everything she works for, and when she gets asked to do something, she puts her all into it - because if she's doing it, then it deserves to get done right. This often leads to a frequent lack of something called 'free time', which is... admirable, in its' own way.

Jesse is something like a present living in the past - she grew up the daughter of two notable superheroes, and many people, other superheroes, always came by the Chambers household to visit, and even after the divorce, she often was able to see or discuss views of the world - after all, these people lived through it all, she can learn from them. It's good, in its own way - the past shapes the present shapes the future, after all.

Jesse, even if she is a bit of a perfectionist, she is actually rather practical. While she does have some impulses, typically, she's the one in the back going 'guys? Guys. Think about this.' It helps in a group of impulsive speedsters, because once they get going, it's very hard to stop(ha, ha, ha.)

Jesse's a compassionate, solid person to have around. While she sometimes does things that may not make sense, to her, it's all about doing small things to fix the overall, larger problems - after all, quick fixes are nothing more than bandages on a spreading wound; she likes getting into the middle of things and making sure things are fixed right.

She's sweet, responsible, and kind - what more can one ask for in this world, aside from some general stability?

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2012-02-17T02:34:01Z

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2012-02-07 - I'm Under Your Spell

2012-02-16T06:36:45Z

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|Date=2/07/12
|Where=Residential District - Keystone City
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Reality rewrites so that instead of Barry Allen being present, Jay Garrick is.

The weekly Flash Family get together doesn't always have every speedster present. This week, however, seems to be one of those special weekends where just about everyone in the extended family shows up. Iris West, Jay Garrick, Jesse Chambers, Johnny Chambers, Max Mercury, and Joan Garrick are all here.

Wally, per usual, has a 'Kiss the Cook' apron on as he tosses on some burgers, bratwursts, and hotdogs onto the grill. There's a big family table with plenty of room for everyone. Right now, Wally is chatting with Max Mercury at the grill.
"I'm telling you, Wally, there is more to the idea of the Speed Force than we can possibly guess. It’s almost as if the thing is alive."

Jesse Chambers shows up in a business suit, which is generally received via chuckles from most of the Flash Family that know her all too well. Her response is a standard 'I'm changing, back in seconds.' However, it actually takes such a noticeable length of time(two minutes!) that Libby gives her daughter a look, having actually shown up to the meeting. Jesse shrugs at her.

The dame, decked out in jean shorts and a tank-top, slumps into the nearest large, overstuffed chair, practically sinking into it - it is not often that she deliberately lets herself relax, so her frame, reposed over the chair, looks almost a bit out of place.
Wally's apron is eyed, and a ... somewhat mischievous glance sets in her eyes. Libby notices, and actively(although quietly) makes sure she's out of the way of any speedster shenanigans.

Wally has half a smile on his face as he listens to Max. Wally's just not the type of guy to delve too deep into the mystical aspects of the speed force that powers all of them. But he's learned to appreciate and value Max's thoughts enough not to just brush him off like Wally use to do when he was younger.

"I just don't know Max. If it were alive, it'd explain some of the connections we have as a family... I just don't know how much of that was chance though." The burgers and bratwurst begin to sizzle on the barbeque as he lays them out one at a time.
Wally turns to the crowd, a half-second second glance is given to the way Jesse is dressed compared to her usual. "Okay, who wants what? I've got brats, burgers, and dogs. Special orders will require someone to run out and grab it." Which for speedsters mean a three second jaunt.

Libby leans over and pokes her daughter in the upper arm. "Alright, 'fess up, who replaced my Jesse with this carefree not quite as beautiful as Jesse businesswoman?" Jesse's head falls back over the arm of the chair, gazing at the room upside down. "Mother, you of all people would be able to know me. Well, Dad would too, but he's busy."

Jesse's drawl of the word 'busy' means that Jesse's probably not had a lot of sleep and she's kind of energized herself to be able to be in a good mood, and it's actually showing as she flashes the room a genuine smile. "Hey Wally, does anyone actually ever read your apron?" She calls across the room. "Also burger, please."

Om nom nom probably not quite healthy food that works out anyways. Yay speedster abilities!

"Huh, what?" Wally says as he looks down at his apron. He shrugs a bit, "Just one of those things Jesse."

He then promptly takes the various orders and throws the various items onto the grill for the first batch of food (speedsters means there will be at least three to eight servings). He begins to flip the burgers as Max continues.

"Think of it more like a spiritual force instead of an energy force. It has a type of soul, making it greater than any simple energy force. That soul is what directs it to the various people it is connected too." Max is prone to a lot of hand motions as he speaks but does his best to cut down on it.

Jesse and Libby both share a significant, if not very brief look at Wally's answer to the question about the apron. Libby, after a second, gets a small smile on her face and goes back to her book, Jesse continues hanging backwards over her hair to watch the grill, her nose twitching every time a waft of food scent drifts her way.

Her belly rumbles, and she looks down at it. "You'd think I didn't eat." She says, plaintively. "But I eat the biggest breakfast out of anyone in my area every morning." Libby, from behind her book: "That's because you don't like cooking for yourself."

Jesse wrinkles her nose. "I need to live with someone like Wally, I know."

"But if it’s a spiritual thing," yes, thing, not force... this is Wally after all, "then what caused it to come about? Stuff like that doesn't just spring into existence. Did someone or something create it? I dunno... thinking of it as an energy force just seems simpler. Barry would back me up on this, Occam’s Razor, or whatever it was called, would too."

Wally flips a set of bratwurst over and presses down with the spatula. A nice sizzling sound comes from the grill as the juices drip down onto the coals.

"Hey now, cooking is fun!" Wally calls out as he hears Jesse's comment.

Jesse blinks when she hears the words 'Occam's Razor' come out of someone's mouth, carefully hopping to her feet to peer at Max and Wally. "Occam.. you mean you're saying that we should go for the principle or idea that makes the fewest new assumptions, based on what we know about the force at the time, right?" She inquires.

Jesse's face is genuinely lit-up with excitement over this conversation now that she's tabbed into it, and poor Libby starts reaching for the earplugs, knowing her daughter all too well. "If we take that into account, you can start with the fact that things that start one thing - like Dad finding the formula - also tends to work again on others - like me, although considering I'm genetically related, that might be a thing."

Her mouth quirks. "Occam at work." She leans in over Wally, not drooling but happily enjoying the scent rising from the barbeque. "Mm mm."

The barbeque, in fact, smells /amazing/. Wally is a master at barbeque-fu.

"True. I've used the formula before to give myself a boost." Something that by the looks on Wally's face he's likely never to try again as it sent him hurdling toward the speed of light. He'd only do it in a dire, Brainiac-Luthor situation. Thank god that hasn't happened.

Yet.

"And the fact the formula works just seems to reinforce the energy field idea," Wally adds.

Max just shrugs. He /knows/. But until the other speedsters experience it for themselves, they'll always be skeptical. He looks at Jesse with a raised brow, however, then back at Wally. A small smirk falls across his lips before he says, "I think I'll go try and convince your father some more instead." Johnny and Max's conversations on this subject are epic. Science vs. Mysticism, round 32.

Jesse knows Wally's barbeque-fu is strong, so she has controlled drooling reflexes. There's always enough for thirds, but she's staking her claim at 'first shot at food' at this point. Max's raised brow gets a look from Jesse, one that says 'whatever you're reading into this you're probably very, very wrong, or absolutely correct and I'm not going to tell you.'

"Let us know when you finish the convincing. I believe I'll have grey hair by then." Jesse says to Max dryly. Libby actually snorts from her chair. "Don't even start, Mom." Good old fashioned Libby and Jesse shenanigans.

"We can speed through everything else, but we still have to wait for food to cook." She says, sighing. "It figures." Poor Jesse. Poor, poor Jesse.

These words most would never expect to come out of Wally's mouth:

"Sometimes the best things are the ones that come slowly."

A blur of flesh and blue sweatshirt accompany Wally flipping every single item on the grill ten feet into the air and then catching and pressing each in fast succession onto the grill. "Doesn't mean we can't use a little speed here and there to assist though."

Wally glances over at the way Jesse is dressed. He bites back the immediate comment, something he's been struggling to do the last few months and instead says, "How are things down with the Society?

Jesse and Libby both actually take a moment longer than a couple of seconds to stare at Wally West, Libby's mouth hanging open slightly, Jesse's mouth quirked up into an odd little smile. Mother and Daughter share a small, little smile before Jesse turns back to Wally in time to catch his speed trick.

"Also to show off." She suggests, innocently, even as she's aware he looks over her. She then sighs. "It's actually really quiet lately. I've been taking care of the business side of things with Marvel, and between the two of us we keep things in hand." She finds the nearest wall to lean on, humming faintly. "Probably should use some training, but, most of us can take care of ourselves."

"Admittedly, trying to be an interim CEO and getting my graduates degree at the same time as a hero kind of cuts into my free time." The workaholic perfectionist grins, her nose wrinkling the slightest bit.

"Showing off is half the fun of super speed," Wally says with that type of smile that he has whenever he's just enjoying a good run.

A few moments later the first round of food is done. "Food's up!" The group begins to move forward with plates, Jesse given the first spot, as Wally flips the food up onto plates. "You really need just to kick back sometime, Jes. Catch a Combines game or something here. Or a Metropolis Monarchs game. Just something to take the edge off and live a little."

"I'm already getting Saturday off!" Jesse protests. "I know I have super speed so I don't have to worry about travel times or anything but still, I'm working eight hour days at Quick Start and I know that I'm not completely a CEO but since I can sit on Dad at any point I'm in charge, and then I'm in my last year of my doctorate, so ..."

Libby is watching Jesse from across the room and Jesse becomes acutely aware of her mother's extraordinary ability to say a whole conversation with her daughter without saying a word, and Jesse looks over at Libby, then back at Wally.

"... you know me." She finally says quietly. "I like to make sure things are done right." Which leads to problems. Which is an understatement.

Wally walks around the barbeque (the barbeque is one of those circular pit ones that make it easy to move about) and gives Jesse a friendly tap in the shoulder. "Come on, you could totally make time to relax."

He flips a burger up onto a bun, gives it all the fixings, and hands over the plate to you.

"Otherwise, what good is all the doctorates and company meetings if you don't live life?"

Jesse chuckles. "I'll let you know when I actually try to live life. You know, with the boyfriend and actually trying to terrify my parents for the first time in my life." She takes a big bite out of the sandwich, managing to keep the fixings from getting everywhere. Nom, nom. Nom.

Libby looks over. "Boyfriend?" She asks, scandalized. "Like you even know what it feels like to have a crush on someone, Jesse Chambers!" Johnny is wisely very /very/ quiet on this topic. Jesse's face flames red. "Mom!"

Wally West, Mr. Oblivious, sometimes.

"Oh come on, Libby. She could totally get a boyfriend. Hell, all she'd have to do is wink at half the guys up in the Watchtower and they'd be following her around like a puppy dog."

Libby chuckles. "The problem is, half of the boys in the Watchtower know her lineage and the fact that if someone messes with our baby Liberty Belle, they're going to be facing at least half of the Flash Family, if not every single one of them in complete order." Jesse's mouth is full the whole time Libby is talking, which is a good thing, because she nearly just spluttered at Libby's words.

Finally she clears her throat, and she says, face still tinged red: "I don't want a puppy dog! I want someone that can keep up with me!" Libby's eyebrow raises. Significantly.

"Ha, as if anyone but one of us could keep up with you," Wally says. Mister. Oblivious.

Johnny walks out of the house a moment later with a fridge full of soda. He pops it open and offers everyone one, to which Wally just sad faces, literally and says, "No beer? Come on Johnny."

... Libby goes back to her book, a smile on her face. Johnny is one very lucky man that Jesse has a reign on her temper and impulses(more than quite a few other speedsters in the room.) Finally she takes a deep breath, hamburger gone, and gives Wally a nod.

"Right. I'll go get the beer." She disappears into the house. She doesn't give off an air of being 'mad', more ... well, more like being Jesse who has emotional control *perfected.*

OOC Note: The rest of Jesse & Wally's evening can be read [[2012-02-15_-_Gotham_is_being_invaded_by_the_Reds.|right over here.]]

2012-02-15 - Gotham is being invaded by the Reds.

2012-02-15T15:05:35Z

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{{Logsummary|
Title= Gotham is being invaded by the Reds.
|Summary= An Archer, Two Speedsters, a girl with funny hair, and a guy from the future all walk into a bar...
|Who=[[Terry McGinnis]], [[Speedy]], [[Flash]], [[Ember]], [[Liberty Belle]]
|Date= 2/07/12, and continued on 2/15/12
|Where=[[Gotham City]]
|}}
Gotham's financial district is truly a place where more problems occur then actual business. It's a wonder that any of the shops have truly remained open.

Of course, while Batman is busy trying to protect his city, there are things that slip through the cracks. Some villians from other cities have taken to trying to cause mayhem while Gotham's caped crusader is busy dealing with more pressing issues, such as the Justice League.

This means that while Batman is away, some other questionable people will come out to play, and one such person sits positioned on the nearby rooftops, staring down a scarlet arrow which is pointed the doors of one of the smaller jewlers that calls this place home. At any moment, Speedy's prey will reveal themselves, and like an experienced hunter he will take them down. He's been ready for this moment for all his life, and nothing the League can say well deter him. He's a hero,not a sidekick.

The wait however, is really boring.

Man.

Gotham City is *weird*.

From a certain point of view, though, nothing really changes. Terry McGinnis hasn't been back in time for very long - maybe a day or so at most - but he's been back long enough to recognize that the Gotham of years ago isn't much better than his own. The docks still smell like fish, there's still crime all across the place, and the financial district is still a craphole.

Terry's Batsuit may have some pretty severe damage - and the only reason he hasn't gone right to Bruce is of course that he's afraid of screwing up the time continuum - but he's still not the sort of person to just sit around and wait for something to happen. He's been patrolling Gotham under camoflague, stopping periodically to let the system recharge, and occasionally stopping periodically to kick the living hell out of troublemakers. It was okay, he figured; most of them would attribute their beating to Batman, and Bruce would hear about it, and...

...okay, he didn't think that part through, but the old man was probably just as smart now as he was then. Maybe he'd figure it out.

As he coasts invisibly through the skies of the Financial District, scanning for problems, Terry inevitably spots Speedy (or Red Arrow, or Arsenal, or whatever he's calling himself today) crouched on a rooftop. It wouldn't be a good idea to...

...then again, if he's staking something out, and he winds up needing help...

Terry lands on the other side of the roof, crouching low and remaining silent. It's fine. It'll be fine. He needs to work out some aggression anyway, and Speedy probably had a bead on something to punch.

Terry, he thinks to himself, you're an idiot.

The Tomorrow Knight hops up, landing on a spot on the roof above and behind Speedy. He decloaks, standing tall and crossing his arms, and puts on his best gravelly Batman voice. "Waiting for someone?"

Oh yeah. He's got the old man's grumpiness /down pat/.

There is a brief moment where Speedy spins about, and stares down the arrow towards the Dark Knight of the Future, a look of confusion appearing on his face.

"Who in the.." The arrow is kept primed, which seems to have a large round 'nozzle' on the end. Perhaps it'll fire something once its launched. There's something off about the guy now standing before him, which leads the younger hero of Star City completely off about how to handle this situation.

"..You have five seconds to start talking before I start firing, and let me assure you, I'm damned good at hitting my mark. Who are you, and why are you dressed like Batman?" The smart thing to do in this position would to be call the Bat in himself. But Speedy isn't all that smart at times. This would look good for him if he can take care of an imposter..

There is a brief moment where Speedy spins about, and stares down the arrow towards the Dark Knight of the Future, a look of confusion appearing on his face.

"Who in the.." The arrow is kept primed, which seems to have a large round 'nozzle' on the end. Perhaps it'll fire something once its launched. There's something off about the guy now standing before him, which leads the younger hero of Star City completely off about how to handle this situation.

"..You have five seconds to start talking before I start firing, and let me assure you, I'm damned good at hitting my mark. Who are you, and why are you dressed like Batman?" The suit is obvious as to who its supposed to be, but there's the fact that it doesn't look like its in that great of shape.

The smart thing to do in this position would to be call the Bat in himself. But Speedy isn't all that smart at times. This would look good for him if he can take care of an imposter..

Oh, great.

Terry's eyes go wide at the arrow. He raises his hands immediately, holding them in front of his face. "Woah, woah, woah! I'm on your side!"

The Tomorrow Knight steps forward a bit. "I'm not dressed like Batman. I...I am Batman." If Speedy can tell, he's not lying; his breath doesn't quicken, his heartbeat doesn't change, there's no little tic of lie on his (admittedly masked) face.

Terry takes another step forward. "Look, if I was an imposter, would I land right behind Red Arrow and introduce myself? I mean, come on." Terry gestures at Speedy's mask. "You're in the red and gold, you've got the diamond mask. I'd have to be an idiot to land in front of Arsenal and..."

Shit. Shit, shit, shit. Red Arrow or Arsenal? Red Arrow or Arsenal? Which one was he?

"...I mean, in front of Roy?" Terry finally defaults. Yeah. Roy. That was safe. /Roy/ wasn't time-based, /Roy/ was his *name*.

'Way to protect the Space-Time Continuum, Terry,' he thinks to himself angrily.

The arrow is lowered, especially as the Tomorrow Knight starts listing off his alias', and then busts out Speedy's name. This is truly a first, and he isn't quite sure how this is to be handled. There are a few more tense moments, until the arrow is finally placed back in the quiver, leaving Speedy to motion for Terry to follow him.

The scarlet archer reaches into his own utility belt (because every hero seems to have one), and pulls out a small communicator. A button is pressed, leaving the scarlet archer a moment before he starts speaking. "Speedy to Justice League. Robbery in progress at the Smith and Son's jewelers in the Gotham Financial district. Notify Gee Pee Dee. I'm having to pull out."

The transmission button is released, he stares at the Tomorrow Knight once more. "/WHO/ are you?" This truly smells wrong, but there has to be more to this story and leaving it unheard could pose problems not only for himself, but for the person standing before him.

"You're not /Batman/, but you aren't lying either which could mean you're damned good at lying, or you're telling the truth.. Why don't you tell me who you are and what is really going on." That's it Roy, actually be nice for once. Maybe it'll help you out.

"I /am/ Batman," Terry replies, a bit more insistently. "Just not the Batman you know. Listen, I'd love to sit here and tell you everything about this, but I *can't*. It's bigger and more important than that. If I told you everything, I'd be putting a lot of people at risk, people I care about."

"Roy...Speedy. Whatever you're calling yourself right now. Listen to me. This is going to sound completely crazy, but I need you to help me get into the Batcave without the Batman you know knowing." Terry knows /exactly/ how crazy this sounds, and it's painfully clear from the look on the cowl that he's aware of it, too; the eyes are widened and the mouth is frowning. "But he can't find me. I can't let him see me, or there'll be...problems. And I don't mean with him."

"A lot of people could die, or worse, if Batman sees me."

There's a moment where Speedy seems to have think this kid has gone batshit crazy. It almost gets a laugh from the younger member of the archer duo. It's a ballsy move, thats for sure.

"Have you gone crazy? Seriously? You want to break into the /Batcave/ without Batman knowing, all while you claim you're Batman as well?" Speedy shakes his head, as if this is really starting to get too crazy for even him to handle.

"First off, I don't know where the Batcave is. Secondly, why would I even want to do that? You're talking about breaking into the most secure place in the world, most likely second to The Watchtower, but even thats a stretch. Fort Knox has /nothing/ on the Batcave, or so I'm told."

Terry just rubs his forehead. "Would it help if I told you Booster Gold was involved?"

"Oh hell no. You're insane.. Yet, you're serious.." Speedy grumbles once more as he idly reaches down to his belt once more, pulling out a different communicator, mulling over it. A button is pressed, and once more the scarlet archer starts to speak.

"..Speedy to the.. Titans. Nightwing.. Flash, respond if you're there.. There's an issue in Gotham." The communicator is once more placed into his belt, knowing full well that by using it once again he's opening himself up to another can of worms of some sort.

"Look Not-Batman. If.. anyone could help you it's going to be them. I'd suggest you stay put until they actually respond.. If they do."

"To be honest," Terry admits with a kind of defeated sound, "At this point, I've pretty much given up trying to keep it a secret. I don't exactly have any other options. But you /can't/ tell Batman. It could...put my entire future at risk."

Meanwhile, in a backyard in the dark swamps...

Wait, that isn't right... in a town named Central City...

./~ I've got time to think of the beauty of a thousand variations. Of the beating of a wing... Of a hummingbird suspended in the aspic of the world. ./~

Wally is standing over his grill flipping a few burgers. Iris West and Barry Allen are sitting chatting out on the patio. Johnny Chambers is standing chatting with Wally while he cooks. "I'm telling you Wally, you should call that reporter. Linda Park was her name? Definitely seems to swoon whenever you're around."

"Nah," Wally says with half a smirk, thinking back to that moment in the museum. "Doubt it. And more importantly, things have been too crazy lately." Wally flips another burger. The sound of his communicator going off in his pocket missed as the music continues to play.

./~ I've got time to think about my past as I dodge between the bullets. How my life was so exciting before I got this way... ./~

Just as Wally flips the fourth burger on the grill, he feels the vibration in his right pocket. Time slows down for Wally as he accelerates to superspeed, pulling out the communicator and hooking it to his ear. The burger has raised another inch in the air by the time he grabs the spatula. "Sorry Johnny, a second..."

He listens to the call. His face tightens as he hears who it is. While Speedy might have burned his bridges, and despite everything that happened, Wally is never, /never/ one to hold a grudge.

"Here, take this," Wally says quickly as he zooms around and puts the spatula in Johnny's hand. Its a good thing Johnny is a speedster so he can keep up as Wally blurs into a small tornado as he changes and zooms out of the house, leaving his guest behind.

Thirteen point two seconds later there's the sound of five very loud crashes around Terry and Speedy. A half second later, the Flash is standing in the doorway nearby, leaning against the frame with a quirked eyebrow. "Another bat? Gotham definitely has a running theme."

Jesse Chambers walks back out of the house, beers in one hand, sliding her cellphone into her pocket with the other, not even blinking when her eyes blur with red. She looks over at her father, standing there continuing to flip burgers and asks, "He got a call, didn't he?" Johnny Chambers nods, and she makes sure to put the beers down after a couple of seconds.

"Right."

Johnny gives his daughter a quick, wry wave, then Jesse Chambers moves, spinning into her own blue and yellow blur as she changes, then she books it to the Financial District after the Flash. Of course, she gets there just a second or two too late, and comes to a neat stop, glancing over at Terry, the Speedy, then at Flash.

"I'm late again, aren't I?" She deadpans.

Ember has been basicly helping out the Justice leage since they'd given her a roof over her head. She also has been doing clean up duty, going after more minor problems in an effort to prove herself, also leave the more powerful people better able to focus on things. Tonight she's in Gotham and has been dealing with petty thugs and the like. She'd got the report of the robbery. She's sadly too late as she arrive not only are Not-Batman and Speedy there? The second that the Flash has handled the thugs, she just pops out of a shadow. Tech armor, goggles, blue hair. Zoom, there's another speed type there namely Liberty Bell.

"That makes two of us being too late."

There's a slight frown from Speedy as standing there is.. was a close friend until things went sour for the Scarlet Archer. "Flash. There's an issue, considering I had already called it into the League to notify Gotham Police, you went ahead and took care of the first bit." Yep, no 'HEY WALLY! How've you been?' for the crimson speedster. Only business, and thats it for the most part.

"This guy knows who I am. As in, /knows/. And if he knows about me, I'm guessing thats not all he knows about, especially since he said Booster is involved."

"And then, not only does he know.. Get this. He wants into the Batcave, without you know who knowing. There you go. You're up to speed."

The Tomorrow Knight batsuit is one of the most advanced things in the world. It is cutting edge, technology so far beyond the current age that it could not possibly exist in the 'now'. A simple glance, for Wally and Jesse, should be more than enough to make that blatantly clear; the damage to the suit exposes its impossible workings for all to see, at least now that Terry isn't hiding in the shadows trying to conceal his identity.

But at the moment, that's not important at all.

Terry's eyes widen - the Batsuit's cowl-eyes expanding - at Wally's arrival. As much as Terry McGinnis is an angry punk, as much as he's a kid with a host of problems in his home and his school life, as much as he's a teenager trying to find his way and his calling, he's also a kid who grew up with stories of the Justice League. He's a kid who's been to the Flash Museum, who owned books about Superman, who studied the adventures of the Justice League Unlimited of his time and their predecessors with a great deal of enthusiasm. It's a reminder of a happier time for Terry McGinnis, before his father's murder, and the look on his face shows as much.

After all, it's not every day one meets one of the heroes of their childhood, let alone one of the Original Eight.

"You're...Flash. You're the Flash. The actual...you're the Flash. You're Wal-"

Suddenly, Terry cuts himself off, flicking his eyes over at Jesse and Ember. "And the second Liberty Belle, and..."

"Dark Ember?!"

And now the Batsuit immediately does what the Batsuit does; Terry reflexively adopts a combat stance, the Batarang sliding out of the wrist (somehow - Flash and Liberty Belle might notice it unfolding but there's no way that's possible under current technology) and into his palm.

No, hang on. As soon as he's adopted that stance, he stops. This didn't make any sense; Wally and Jesse and Roy would've done something if this was a problem. The Batarang vanishes into his sleeve, and he relaxes.

Terry takes a moment to tap the cowl on the side and bring up the biometrics. A quick readout...

Terry's eyes widen again. "Your heart..."
"Pfft," the Flash cracks half a laugh as he assumes Speedy attempts to make a joke about someone wanting to break into the Batcave without the Bat knowing. What stops the laugh is Speedy saying that this black and red bat costumed guy knows who Speedy is.

"Well, Speedy, you've done a few things where..." What he's about to say dies in his mouth as he hears this kid dressed like the bat start to say his real name.

The Flash just gapes at Terry for a moment. His jaw might hit the floor.

A breeze of wind whips across the building top as the Flash is now right in Terry's face, his eyes narrowed as he leans in. He pokes a finger right into the middle of that red bat symbol. He might have seen the batarang but he's not worried.

"Just who are you, eh, buddy?"

Liberty Belle's jaw twitches when she's correctly named as the 'Second' of Two, but it's so quick that it's stupidly hard to notice. Then Wally gets all up in Terry's face and the speedster female sighs. "Flash, come on, take a deep breath, and take at least two steps away so you won't accidently bite his nose off." She's joking, but also actually serious about him cooling off.

The dame crosses her arms, leaning against the nearest wall, waiting for details.
Ember is trying to make heads or tails of the suit, she's noticed it very high tech, more so than about anything she's seen. She hasn't heard much about the Flash other than he's a pretty down to earth guy. She's still wondering about the Batman like guy as he's looking at her. He says that name and there's a frown on her face.

"Woah woah!"

Then comes the comment about her heart and she finishes Terry's thought.

"The other side? Yes, its suposed to be there and it's a long story. Also it's just Ember"

Oh please don't let this turn out like when Lobo thought she was Dark Ember. She really needs to go find the other her and knock some sense into the girl. She really does, but right now she's making to not fight this guy.

"So just who are you, I don't remeber seeing you on the roster."

Ember had gone over rosters of the various heroes and villains of this world, so she'd not end up in an incident like with the Joker again.

There's a brief smirk on Speedy's face as Flash gets sidelined by a kid in a suit. It's not often something like that happens, but it is always hilarious when it does. "And this is why I actually contacted you or Nightwing. I'd have gone to Bats directly, but I'm really not in the mood to piss in his wheaties again, if you catch my meaning."

The sheer idea of making Batman grumpier again is kind of fun for some of the Leaguers, but Speedy doesn't quite want to do that JUST yet. Then again, he's going to anyways before Wally has a chance to go opening his mouth to the rest of the league about this. "Hey, Crimson Speedster, keep quiet on this. The poor kid is going out of his mind with worry about sending Batman into a berserker rage and killing us all." Speedy grins slightly, only to glance at Ember and Jesse. "Sorry girls, Flash is busy fillin' his pants faster then the speed of light. If you want, maybe I can take you both out to dinner after this. I know a few places that're pretty fast with their service."

Terry McGinnis is Terry McGinnis. No amount of Batman development, no amount of being the future's Batman, no amount of maturity, and no amount of time progressed in one time or the other will ever cause Terry McGinnis to stop being Terry McGinnis. So, Terry being Terry, he does what Terry does when Flash gets up in his face and pokes him:

"I'm guessing this isn't a good time to ask for an autograph."

Jesse encouraging Flash to back off, combined with Terry taking a step back so he can put a little distance (although as far as Flash is concerned, it might as well not even be a step forward) between the Fastest Man Alive and the Tomorrow Knight, and maybe kind of regain his dignity after his mistake about Ember's identity.

"I know this is going to be hard to believe, but I'm Batman. Not the Batman you know. I don't want to get too specific about it, but let's just say that when I'm from, the old Batman needed a gofer, and I happened to be available."

"It's really important that I get into the Batcave so I can fix my suit without the current Batman seeing me. If he does...I'm not sure what will happen, but I don't really feel very eager to experiment with time and space, if you fly my lane."

Oh, futureslang.

Terry looks over at Speedy. Yeah, he wasn't really worried about Batman at all, he was worried about time and space going completely upside-down topsy-turvey, but Speedy and the others would probably gather that with a little bit of work.
Speedy gets one of those looks that say 'you, of all people, shouldn't be talking smack right now or hitting on women, especially Jesse' before he looks back at Terry McGinnis. He takes a step back and crosses his arms, raising his left hand up to his chin as he begins to think about the situation.

"I've not known Batman to fly into a berserker rage," Flash says, deadpan, "but then here's always a first. Speedy has a tendency to tick the Bat off."

He cracks a small smile as Terry attempts to break the sudden tension by asking for an autograph. A second later, Flash is standing next to Terry and has his arm around Terry's shoulder. "The batcave is a no go. But I bet I know another place that may just be better suited to the task."

The Flash raises a hand to his right ear, "J'onn, I need a visitor pass tagged for a friend of mine down here."

Flash gets one of those Looks from Liberty Belle when Flash gives Speedy a Look about Flirting With the Girls, especially Her. It's that look that reads 'I'm 23, when did you turn into my dad?' She actually sticks her tongue at the Flash too, a moment of silliness for the somewhat bored speedstress.

Liberty shakes her head. "Flash owes me a hamburger." With mayo, and lettuce, and tomato, and lots of yummy, melty cheese. She gives Flash another look when he asks for a guest pass, giving a low, thoughtful chuckle before she looks over at Ember. "You ever notice how it's always the men that get excited and trip over themselves?"

There's a innocent look on her face: Classic Liberty Belle at her finest.
Ember pushes her goggles up into her hair and she seems to relax now and grins a little bit. "Don't worry about it" She pauses again as he says he's Batman, and doesn't seem too freaked out. She seems quite suprised about Terry's answer none the less. However she's a dimensional traveler, not by choice mind you but still? Time travel? Time travel, it had to be time travel didn't it? She was going to say something to speedy, she might be foolish enough to say yes, but the world will never know thanks to Batman Future's crashing in on things. "So your Batman's gofer? Well if we head to the tower we might be able to get something in the mess. They really do that a lot don't they."

She grins back at Liberty Belle. She likes her already!

Flash is given a return glance of 'Pssh, and you don't do this at the worst times ever yourself?', causing Speedy to reach into his quiver, pulling out an arrow. "And you don't think that Not-Batman is actually going to be detected by So-Batman the moment you get onto the Watchtower? Come on."

The fact that Roy is telling Wally to use his head is a bit ironic in a lots of ways, only for the scarlet archer to idly play with his now drawn arrow. "Flash. Look. I'm not going to pry further into what is obviously league business now that you've involved the Martian, but this Not-Batman is going to be trouble. I /really/ think you should try and figure out another way. Maybe Terrific could have an idea on how to help."

Of course, Speedy draws closer to Liberty Belle, a half cocked smile on his face. "Well, while I know you speedsters love your food.. Maybe you and I could have dinner sometime, and make you know who a bit more cranky." A casual wink is given to the blonde girl, only for a glance to be given back to Ember. "Offer stands for you as well. You've got my number as well."

Terry's eyes go wide at the idea of going to the Watchtower. /The/ Watchtower, the Justice League Watchtower, high above the Earth, looking down on its inhabitants for protection and safety, *the* Watchtower that by his time...

...Well. Spoilers.

He was just about to say something to Wally before Speedy cuts him off. That's right - the fewer people who saw the Tomorrow Knight Batsuit, the better. He couldn't risk going to the Watchtower, as much as he really, really wanted to; Batman would check the logs, ask questions...they'd just get in trouble. Terry frowns, crossing his arms. "As much as I appreciate the offer, your Batman would just check the security logs later. I'm starting to think anything but me going in alone is going to be a problem."

"And could you stop calling me 'Not-Batman'?"
"Not-Batman does kind of suck..." The Flash taps his chin again. "The Batman of the Future? Nah. The Not-So-Dark Knight? Bah. Batman Beyond? Phooey." The Flash snaps his fingers, "got it! The Tomorrow Knight. So much less brooding and moody."

A moment and then Flash is back on topic.

"J'onn will keep this quiet and help you, if you let him do his Martian mental mojo to scan whether you're telling the truth," the Flash says to Terry, ignoring Speedy's snarky comment. The Flash is a trusting guy and is taking Terry at his word that having the Bat find out would be a bad thing, afterall.

"And trust me, using the resources up on the Watchtower will be a lot less painful than getting caught by Batman." Wally makes a face. It's one of those 'I'm The God Damn Batman and am Super Serious' faces that Batman does. "Do you really want him to give you this look?"

He's surprisingly very good at doing the face.

Because he's seen it a hundred-odd times now.
"Not-Batman does kind of suck..." The Flash taps his chin again. "The Batman of the Future? Nah. The Not-So-Dark Knight? Bah. Batman Beyond? Phooey."

The Flash snaps his fingers, "got it! The Tomorrow Knight. So much less brooding and moody."

A moment and then Flash is back on topic.

"J'onn will keep this quiet and help you, if you let him do his Martian mental mojo to scan whether you're telling the truth," the Flash says to Terry, ignoring Speedy's snarky comment. The Flash is a trusting guy and is taking Terry at his word that having the Bat find out would be a bad thing, afterall.

"And trust me, using the resources up on the Watchtower will be a lot less painful than getting caught by Batman." Wally makes a face. It's one of those 'I'm The God Damn Batman and am Super Serious' faces that Batman does. "Do you really want him to give you this look?"

He's surprisingly very good at doing the face.

Because he's seen it a hundred-odd times now.

Liberty Belle murmurs along with Flash, "...want him to give you this look?" While she's not primarily active around Batman, she survives weekends and various other activities with the Flash on a rather frequent basis, so unfortunately, she knows him. Or is that /fortunately/? Ember gets a wink, even as Speedy goes all...

... casually flirty with her.

"Some of us speedsters manage to maintain our frames through more than just an active metabolism..." Liberty Belle drawls to Speedy. She tilts her frame slightly, looking at Speedy through her eyemask, lashes helping to give the 'dame look' a bit more of a effect. "That and that dear Flash of ours standing over there is ... well." She smiles slightly. "I can think of many ways to make him cranky *without* you." Eyelash flutter.

Ember nods in agreement Batman Beyond is a terible name, "Tommrow Knight seems to be a good one." She then can't help but laugh out loud at Flash doing Batman impression. "I can vouch for that. I got gassed when I first met Batman." She seems amused about it more now than anything. She fiddles with her goggles a little bit. Then looks at speedy with him.

"Why do you want to make the Batman cranky that's not conductive to our health!"

She seems to be trying to size up what Speedy's game is but from Liberty Belle's reaction she's a little bit wary. But she's not sure what to make of the guy and who knows what the counter part on her world is like, if she's even aware of alt Speedy. There has only been one thing the same between both worlds. Lobo is astill a fraggen bastage, and that all there may be.

"Well Belle, if you ever change your mind.. The over protective big brother you have over there can get in touch with me." Another casual wink is offered towards the blonde speedster, only for the scarlet archer to glance once more over at Wally. "While it's a great idea to give him the league's resources..." The arrow that was pulled from the quiver is pointed towards the Tomorrow Knight.

"Pull the mask. It's not quite conducivce to sit there and pull our names out, when you're still hiding behind a mask and asking us to trust you." There's a lot of ways to get to the same point, and for a super? Pulling the mask is one of the biggest ways to pull trust quickly.

"Pull the mask, and give us a name."

"Tomorrow Knight." Terry tries it out for a moment, then shrugs. "Anything's better than Not-Batman. Fine. So what, we just march into /the/ Watchtower, walk through dozens of heroes, avoid all the probably billions of dollars worth of security given Batman paid for the thing, go up to the Martian Manhunter and ask him to please help me fix a suit whose technology won't exist for twenty years, and by the way don't ask questions or you might destroy the entire future, and don't say a thing to Batman?"

"This is starting to sound like an idea just as bad as breaking the Batcave."

And then Flash does a Batman impression, and Terry just bursts out laughing.

Yeah. A Batman, laughing. It's kind of weird.

"I guess some things are timeless," the Tomorrow Knight observes. "He's practically stuck in that face by the time I join."

Speedy's comment prompts a frown from Terry. "My name wouldn't mean anything to you anyway, seeing as how I won't exist for another twenty years. I could tell you my name was John Smith and it wouldn't matter. And if I did tell you my real name and showed you my face, what if you knowing does something to my future?" He sounds kind of angry, actually; he's been driving this point home, and while he really does understand that the Justice League doesn't trust him - and he really does want to make them trust him - he also realizes that he can't risk it.

Terry's hands clench into fists. "It's not worth it. Sorry. I'll do this on my own." He turns around and moves towards the edge of the roof, looking out at the unfamiliar Gotham city. He was in the financial district, so...shouldn't be too hard to find Wayne Manor on his own.

Terry looks over his shoulder at them. "Sorry," he repeats

And then he leaps, the wings of the Batsuit spreading outwards, the rocket boots in his shoes suddenly kicking into being; the Tomorrow Knight goes flying forward, then suddenly vanishes as the cloaking system kicks into gear.
The Flash just stares at Terry as he describes a worst case scenario.

"Or I just ask J'onn to meet us up at the teleporter and deal with it there," he deadpans. Why do the Batclan always have to imagine these horrible scenarios. He just shrugs though, knowing full well how Dick could get once he set his mind on something and assuming that trait is a general theme with anyone tied to Batman and his brooding ways.

"Well, if you change your mind, give me a call. You obviously know who I am, so." There will be questions about that later but for now Wally is willing to give the kid space. He doesn't sense any real malice in the kid and thus is always willing to give the benefit of the doubt.

Wally steps back over toward Jesse and glanes over at Speedy, "He'll tell us if he wants to eventually. For now, I'm willing to trust that he's just trying to fix his suit and get back home."

For some reason, the 'over-protective big brother' thing from Speedy gets a small, light smile on Liberty Belle's face. Everyone in the world knows the one: it's the one where 'you just completely misread a situation and I'm going to enjoy your reaction to this.' It's almost classically used by females only. Especially female superheroes. They *might* just like getting others into trouble.

She peers after the Tomorrow Night, not very fussed, but very confused. She has degrees in metahuman and superhero knowledge and that was /way/ out of her league. "... whatever in the world that was, or whoever in the world that was, that was very, very strange."

She glances over at Flash as he steps over. "You owe me a hamburger and a date." She says blandly. "Since I happen to like you, you can do both at the same time."

Ember gets what's Tommrow Knight is saying, he's in his past. One wrong move and everything he cares for or even himself might go poof. Prehaps something terrible happened to him, prehaps someone if they even knew his name might try to watch out for him. "Take care all right?"

After Terry ihas made his way from the group she just stares at himthen looks to the other heros. All of Tomorrow's actions, his reasons for why he won't show him self. It all leads her to one thing, which she says to the rest before it's time to go.

"...He really is Batman."

She also has designs on a hotdog from the mess, she may put it on Batman's tab. He owed her a hotdog anyway.

"Listen, Speedy, next weekend, you're coming over for beers." Wally hasn't seen Speedy in a long time and its time to start mending fences. Wally, however, is the easy one on this front. Dick and the rest are going to be far less forgiving.

Then Wally registers what Jesse says. All the comments that Jesse was making earlier at the barbeque suddenly come into a stark type of contrasted focus. He looks at her and then just smiles kind of dumbly and nods.

Jesse flashes one of those geninune, sweet smiles towards Flash. "I'll see you next weekend, then. You too, Speedy." With a quick whirl - did she just blow Flash a ki-- no way, that's ... maybe? Don't think about it to hard. -- she takes off. Presumably back towards hamburgers.

Terry McGinnis

2012-02-15T07:51:38Z

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Title=Terry McGinnis
|Image=[[Image:TMcginnis01.jpg|200px]]
|Name=Terry McGinnis
|Alias=Tomorrow Knight
|Species=Human
|Age=16
|Affiliation=LFG
|Quote=''"I /am/ Batman."''
|Powers= 
* Tomorrow Knight Batsuit
|}}

==Background/Timeline==

-Terry McGinnis is the future son of Warren and Mary McGinnis. Unbeknownst to Terry (or anyone in the current time), Terry is also the genetic son of Bruce Wayne thanks to the machinations of Cadmus and the Batman Beyond project.

-Terry, at an early point in his life, was a member of a fairly violent street gang led by Charlie "Big Time" Bigelow. He was put in juvenile hall for three months, during which time his parents were undergoing a major divorce.

-After a chance encounter with the Jokerz leads Terry to Wayne Manor, Terry discovers the secret of the aging Bruce Wayne: that he is the retired and legendary Batman of the past.

-This meeting happens at the exact same time as Derek Powers, corrupt corporate executive, is having Warren McGinnis murdered. Terry uncovers the truth, and takes the evidence to Bruce.

-When Wayne refuses to be Batman again, Terry steals the Batsuit and, with Wayne's help, brings down Powers' nerve gas production. Afterwards, Bruce decides to take Terry McGinnis under his wing, deciding that the city still needs a Batman to protect it.

-Terry continued in his role as Batman for some time, before an event involving Booster Gold's time travelling suit overloading sent Terry spiralling back to the present, damaging his suit severely in the process.

==Personality==

Terry McGinnis is the Batman of the Future. He's aggressive, he's headstrong, he's straightforward, and he's a little bit of a jerk at times, just like one might expect the Batman of the grim Gotham City to be. While he's starting to level out, Terry is filled with a lot of pent-up aggression, over a number of situations: his parents' divorce, his father's death, and (now) his being flung back in time by a situation not under his control. While he is exceptionally cunning and very very clever - almost as intelligent as Bruce, if not as well-trained or well-honed - he isn't yet capable of wielding that intelligence the way he does his raw anger. Instead of fighting foes with cunning, traps, and perfect plans, Terry tends to rely on his wits; Terry's the sort of person who'll make smartassed remarks in any situation, no matter the trouble it'll get him into, the sort of guy who knows how to make people get angry and lose their cool, and takes frequent advantage of that skill.

That doesn't mean that Terry is nothing but an angry thug, however. Terry has a strong sense of right and wrong behind him; without it, he would never have become Batman in the first place. For Terry, the world isn't a good place, but as long as he's around, he can make things a little better for the people within his power to help. Whether this means standing up to a bully for a helpless kid or beating down a supervillain, Terry is always there to lend a helping hand, though it might be in a gruff and somewhat aggressive manner.

Ultimately, it is his heart, not his strength or his intelligence, that makes Terry the Batman Gotham City needs and deserves. He's a jerk with a heart of gold, and he knows it well. He might have some control issues, he might have a problem with his temper, he might not think before he leaps every time, but his heart is always in the right place, no matter what.

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2012-02-15T07:50:28Z

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Maxima

2012-02-15T07:44:35Z

Spypoet: Created page with "{{Characterbox| Title=Maxima |Image=200px |Name=Maxima |Alias=Lady Maxima |Species=Alien |Age=25! (SHUT UP SAZU) |Affiliation=Team Maxima |Quote=''"As y..."

{{Characterbox|
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|Image=[[Image:Maxima01.jpg|200px]]
|Name=Maxima
|Alias=Lady Maxima
|Species=Alien
|Age=25! (SHUT UP SAZU)
|Affiliation=Team Maxima
|Quote=''"As you can see, nothing may harm me ever."''
|Powers= 
* Superhuman Physicality
* Psychokinesis
* Telekinesis
* Space Flight
* Mind Control
* Teleportation
|}}

==Background/Timeline==

- The most recent evolution of a centuries-old breeding program designed to produce genetically-superior stock, Maxima was born into a glorious birthright as heiress to the great Almeracian Empire. Inheriting a dizzying array of superhuman powers, she was considered a masterpiece.

- With the people of Almerac bearing lengthy lifespans, Maxima spent many years being trained in the ways of war, as well as learning the proper mannerisms and ethics of a good ruler. Never a particularly good student, she was heir nonetheless, and received the proper treatment from those to become her subjects. For whatever reason, the belligerent girl bonded closely with a servant's daughter called Sazu. Over time, she would take advisements from nobody else, and so Sazu was appointed handmaiden to the princess.

- When Maxima's mother was killed in battle, she was elevated to the throne immediately, with Sazu her Royal Advisor. A living goddess to her people, she was hailed as the present and future of their race; the paragon of Almeracian strength and virtue. This had always been the way - and though they are a warlike race, former rulers have always done so with a measure of wisdom and compassion.

- Unfortunately, no amount of careful tutoring or foetal eugenics can account for a horrible personality. Maxima became a selfish tyrant, putting aside the immediate needs of her subjects as she became ever more completely fixated on a single purpose: mating. Almeracian tradition demands that a suitable breeding partner can only be decided through trial by combat, and so tournament after unending tournament was held, males from all worlds flocking to the royal palace to try their hand. Maxima defeated them all.

- Growing ever more frustrated, Maxima continued to punish her subjects, sending them deeper into the far reaches of the universe to seek more potential mates. Meanwhile, the challengers kept coming from closer to home; until one in particular, by the name of De'Cine, decided to try a new angle.

- Easily defeated by the Warrior Queen, De'Cine instead turned his attention to her advisor. Unbeknownst to the self-absorbed Lady Maxima, he was able to seduce her confidante and plant the seed of a plan to liberate the unrestful populace of Almerac. He passed along information of another candidate.

- On seeing footage of this 'Superman', Maxima was excited. She had never seen one so fast, so strong, or so pec-poppingly handsome. Refusing the aid of her armies or her elite Royal Guard, she decided to set out alone for the distant backwater known as Planet Earth. She had found her mate!

==Personality==

Born to a life of luxury, pampered by smiling hordes of royal lickspittles from the moment she could gurgle her smallest desires, Maxima was always destined to grow up with a certain sense of entitlement. As the successor to an illustrious royal line, some might argue that she deserved what she was given. Governmental systems exist for a reason, after all. What few could possibly stomach is the idea that somehow the full-grown Empress Maxima of Almerac is an acceptable person.

Obnoxiously arrogant, she holds her head high in the belief that not only is she a rightful Queen, but the most powerful and beautiful creature in the known universe; and probably the unknown parts, as well. Accustomed to getting precisely what she wants, when she wants it, Maxima is stubborn in her unwillingness to bear the whims of lesser beings. Impatient and easily bored, she will rarely allow others to have more than a cursory say in her life, and makes not the slightest effort to remember names, faces or even the vague details of the encounters that inevitably occur during her travels.

In some ways it's probably fortunate that such a strong and selfish person only wants a fairly simple thing: a husband. Convinced of the importance in continuing her succession with a worthy mate, she'll happily put aside anything that doesn't concern this very single-minded goal. But therein lies a hint of complexity, because Lady Maxima - for all her horrible qualities - truthfully only wants to bear children and settle down to a life of simple, albeit highly luxurious, womanly pleasure. The route there may /happen/ to contain a fair number of conquered planets and defeated foes, but if she could find an easier way she'd probably take it. She's not evil; just so hugely misguided she might as well be.

Up to this point, Maxima has trusted only one person with any sense of camaraderie. With others considered obstacles at best, it's her Royal Advisor whom gets at least borderline decent treatment. Sazu is the only individual privy to the woman behind the queenly mask, understanding better than anyone that beneath it all Lady Maxima isn't quite the demoniac presence that most are led to believe.

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2012-02-15T07:44:15Z

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Allison Stonebender

2012-02-15T03:56:49Z

Spypoet: Created page with "{{Characterbox| Title=Allison Stonebender |Image=200px |Name=Allison Stonebender |Alias=allison |Species=Metahuman |Age=32 |Affiliation=Stone..."

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|Image=[[Image:AsslisonStonebender.jpg|200px]]
|Name=Allison Stonebender
|Alias=allison
|Species=Metahuman
|Age=32
|Affiliation=Stonebender Gym
|Quote=''"Oh."''
|Powers= 
* Growth
* Strength
* Toughness
|}}

==Background/Timeline==

The exact origin of Allison's superhuman abilities is a bit murky, even to her. So far as she can tell, she simply had an intensive growth spurt in her early college years; she assumes it was some random mutation. What has been more important to her life is what she's done with them.

Allison had always been something of a fitness buff, and unlike many who aquire great abilities she didn't feel an overwhelming urge to grab a set of tights and punch crime. Even so, she wanted to do *something* positive... so she started a gym in Metropolis aimed at the metahuman population. After all, exercise equipment built to handle those of superhuman physical ability is very expensive and only independently wealthy or well-supported heroes can easily afford such. By purchasing some and charging a slightly more than modest membership fee, Allison hoped to bring the ability to fully develop heroic potential to the regular folk who got hit by cosmic rays or glowing goo or nanorobots.

It says something about the state of the world that Allison has been very successful, although she's not wealthy. The "baseline" section of the club is what actually keeps the place afloat (as starry-eyed hero watchers wait to catch a glimpse of a favorite figure, or perhaps hope something will rub off) but a number of street level and 'local' heroes are members, even a few slightly bigger names.

Allison uses this access to the metahuman 'community' to keep tabs on rumors and scuttlebutt, occasionally quietly offering a little help in the form of 'muscle' to a few up-and-comers, and also keeps an eye on few supercrooks who have registered as members under false names and aren't nearly as good at disguise as they think. She reasons that if they behave, hopefully it all means they might be going straight. And if not, then keeping them around and engaging them in csual conversation might allow her to tip off one of the pros, one day.

(On a final note, despite its appropriateness, 'Stonebender' is not an assumed name - Allison believes it's an old family name with roots in Ireland, although it's been quite a few generations since the family came over.)

==Personality==

Allison has always been an outgoing, extroverted 'cheerleader' sort. Becoming strong and resilent enough that she rarely has a problem with conflict has exaggerated this for both good and bad. She treats just about *everyone* as a potential friend, but she's got the overconfidence of a big fish in a small pond. While she is fairly potent physically, not engaging in world-saving shenanigans on a regular basis means she never really finds herself over her head, which means she almost never recognizes it when she IS.

While it's not quite arrogance, she also has a bit of well-intentioned bully in her. She always believes she knows better even when she really shouldn't, and thus is liable to push someone into a situation they'd really prefer to not be in in the belief that it'll be character-building. The natural exception to this is in her line of work, curiously enough, where she's very careful to not put someone on an exercise scheme too intense for their powers or development to handle. She just doesn't have much of a sense of perspective outside that domain.

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Wildcat

2012-02-15T01:55:27Z

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|Name=Ted Grant
|Alias=Wildcat
|Species=Human
|Age=In his 50s.
|Affiliation=[[Justice Society of America|JSA]]
|Quote=''"Personally, I think it's more of a job for ... Wildcat!"''
|Powers= 
* Nine Lives
|}}

==Background/Timeline==

- Ted Grant grew up the son of father Henry Grant, an only child to a single father, his mother having died during childbirth. Not wanting his son to grow up timid and fragile, Henry encouraged Ted to participate in any sports he could well into college.

- While in college, Ted's father died, leaving him bereft of any financial support. Unfortunately for Ted, his athletic ability was not capable of sustaining him through scholarships, and his academic aspirations were not his strong suit, so left college soon finding himself penniless and hungry on the streets.

- One night, Ted came to the rescue of heavywight champion "Socker" Smith who took him in to be his sparring partner. Smith's manager Skinner trained Ted, and this is when Ted found that he took to boxing like a fish to water. It was his time training with Skinner and Smith that Ted found his first love of boxing.

- Unfortunately for Ted Grant, Skinner owed some big debts and decided to pay them off by rigging the fight between Ted and his mentor, Smith. The match went wrong and Smith died; with all evidence pointing towards Ted Grant, he became a fugitive from the law. Thus, Wildcat was born.

- While clearing his name, Ted Grant found a taste for being Wildcat. While he returned to the boxing ring as the heavyweight champion, he continued to moonlight as Wildcat, both in the fighting circuit and as a hero.

- Eventually, Ted Grant met up with one of his childhood heroes, Alan Scott, and became part of the Justice Society. Here he developed many of the friendships and relationships that still survive to this day.

- As Ted Grant found himself getting older, he found himself mentoring some of the up and coming heroes in the Justice Society and Justice League, as well as those who sought him out for his skill. However, his star pupil was Dinah Lance; even though she had trained with many others, Wildcat was able to find a fighting style that worked for the young woman, which became the core of her training.

- Following the Thangarian invasion, Wildcat found himself as part of the Justice League as both the Justice League and the Justice Society merged. While he was on the semi-active roster of heroes, he found his presence on any missions less and less. This type of idle time grated on Wildcat and he craved more action, and so got himself involved in an underground Metabrawl, run by Roulette. he became so mired into the fighting circuit that it took Black Canary and the Green Arrow to break him of his psychosis.

- Still wishing to play a part in training the new heroes, Ted has stayed a member of the Justice League to train any that wish to learn from him. Of course, he still participates with his old teammates from the Justice Society as they need him, always willing to lend a hand.

==Personality==

First and foremost, Wildcat is a fighter. It is what he was encouraged to be from a young age, and his mentor was the heavyweight champion, so the lifestyle of a fighter has been ingrained into Wildcat's being for better or for worse. It's his belief that the best way to determine someone's character is by fighting them. To him, fighting is honest and straightforward.. the way a person holds themselves in combat can tell him a lot about them. The best way for him to understand the people he fights with and fights against is to study them by putting them into a position of combat, whether it's under the guise of training, or if it's for a worthy cause. (Like saving the world.)

At the same time, his exposure to the world of professional boxing has skewed his view of the world, and he often comes across as a male chauvanist. It's not that he doesn't appreciate women, but he has an old school view of how men and women should act, and what behavior dominates either sex. Because of this perception, he often speaks plainly and honestly, and will often earn him rebuke from those who find his viewpoints offensive and outdated. Even so, Wildcat's not one to let something like that perturb him.. or even change his ways. He is who he is.. and if you don't like it, then that's your problem.

One of the biggest sources of his pride comes from being a mentor to those who wish to learn how to fight properly; learning the sweet science from him. He has found value in teaching other what he was taught back when he was a teenager on the streets, homeless and hungry. He feels that by giving back in such a manner, he is teaching these youngsters valuable lessons that they can use for the rest of their life.

Also, to be sure, Ted Grant is a hero. He has clear ideas of what's right and what's wrong.. but at the same time, he has a full appreciation for all the shades of gray people come in. He's not interested in classifying people as heroes and villains, as not everything in life is quite that clear-cut. He understands different motivations drive different people, and is more likely to be more forgiving than other do-gooders, and at times may even seem like he would be inclined to participate in some less-than-savory side activites.

To his enemies, he is tough, stubborn and can be quite a pain in the ass who won't give up until he's forced to. To his friends, Wildcat is someone who has your back no matter the circumstances. He'll be there to bail you out of whatever mess you've gotten yourself into, even if it's to his detriment. He's someone to count on when the chips are down, and while people may have issues with his personality, he often checks any personal difference he has with others at the door in order to serve the greater good, or to simply kick some ass.

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2012-02-15T01:55:10Z

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Flash

2012-02-15T01:47:11Z

Spypoet: Created page with "{{Characterbox| Title=Flash |Image=200px |Name=Wally West |Alias=The Flash |Species=Metahuman |Age=25 |Affiliation=Justice League |Quo..."

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|Image=[[Image:Flash01.png|200px]]
|Name=Wally West
|Alias=The Flash
|Species=Metahuman
|Age=25
|Affiliation=[[Justice League|Justice League]]
|Quote=''"My name is Wally West. I'm the fastest man alive. I'm the Flash."''
|Powers= 
* Superspeed
* Phasing
* Vibration
* Non-friction Aura
* Agility
* Accelerated Metabolism
* Speed Control
* Speed Vs Mass
* Accelerated Thought
* Spinning Limbs
|}}

==Background/Timeline==

When you grow up idolizing the heroes of the world, specifically Central City's original Flash, it's quite a shock to find out that your uncle is that very same hero. Wally learned as a teenager that his uncle, Barry Allen, was the Flash. This one bit of knowledge would forever change the way that Wally looked at the world -- he wanted to be out there with his uncle. And as fate would have it, as Wally was visiting the very lab that Barry was working in, the Speed Force wanted him out there as well. As Barry Allen laid out the chemicals in the same location they were in that fateful night, lightning struck twice and gave Wally the powers of superspeed.

(OOC Note: I'm leaving the reason for Barry Allen disappearing as the Flash open. Should someone app him, we can discuss whether it was Barry retiring or if he died in some Crisis event. In any event, Wally likely spent some time as Kid Flash in this universe as well.)

When Barry Allen finally hung up the tights, Wally West took up the mantle of the Flash. Just an everyday guy in college, Wally spent his early career balancing the last year of his time in Central City University and protecting the twin cities of Central City and Keystone City. Graduating with a degree in forensic science, much like his uncle, Wally found that his place wasn't in the lab -- it was in the motorpool. Wally felt much more at ease and at home working with his hands in the motorpool and quickly rose from just one of the many mechanics to the head mechanic for the CCPD.

The world would grow much larger for the Flash over the next few years. Essentially the 'everyman' member of the Justice League, the Flash was taken out of his hometown arena and put onto the global stage when he helped found the Justice League. No longer able to focus just on the twin cities, the Flash was running at even faster speeds to balance his life fighting threats a thousand times larger than his native Rogues.

Wally was there for the Imperium Invasion, the Thanagarian Invasion, the Justice Lords, and so much more over the next few years. And despite his sometimes infuriating jokes and winking at any female superhero nearby, Wally quickly became the anchor that kept the Justice League tied to their consciences. And now, Wally's story continues here on the game.

==Personality==

Everyman. This term gets thrown around a lot by various fans of Wally West, both from the comics and cartoon, with good reason. Wally is just a smalltown kid who grew up in the age of heroes idolizing the second Flash who then got the chance to be the Flash himself. His dreams have, in essence, come true. He's even found his own identity in both the role of the Flash and outside of the costume as just one of the guys down at the motorpool of the CCPD. Wally is the guy everyone in the office loves hanging out with. He's the one who holds the big weekend barbeque parties in his backyard. He's the one who is willing to go to a ballgame or hockey game with anyone who needs a buddy to hang out with. And not so surprisingly, he's the one easiest to talk to about their problems.

Carefree. While this has been dulled in recent years, Wally West is one of those guys that just does not let things easily bother him. Wally just doesn't know how to hold a grudge. His view on this is simple -- if he held a grudge against every punch thrown his way, every lightning bolt from Weather Wizard, cold beam from Captain Cold, or every dimensional threat by the villain of the week... then he'd be as jaded and as brooding as Batman. And what fun would that be?

Impetuousness. This personality attribute breaks down into one of his flaws as well. When you can move at near the speed of light the question of time becomes a much bigger cornerstone of your life. To quote 'The Ballad of Barry Allen', "And you say the world goes rushing by. But it seems so slow to me. And you see a blur around you fly, but it takes too long, it seems so slow to me.' Wally just sometimes forgets that people move on a much slower frame of rate when it comes to time and thus jumps the gun at times.

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Main Page

2012-02-15T01:40:19Z

Spypoet: Adding MUSH connection info.

[[File:welcome.png|Welcome]]

[[File:Flash01.png|right|The Flash]]
Thank you for taking an intrest in DC Animated MU*. (Sometimes referred to as DC Animated Multi-verse) DCAM is a text-based role playing game intended as a world of super heroes and masterful criminals doing battle in a universe inspired by the animated DC Comics series. Titles like Batman: The Animated Series, Batman and Robin, Superman: The Animated Series, Static Shock, Justice League Unlimited, and the recent movies like Superman Doomsday, Green Lantern: First Flight, and Wonder Woman.

It's a world where anything can happen yet gratuitous violence is kept at a minimum. Where the Joker, while still a murderous madman, is more willing to keep the victims around as an audience than melt them in a vat of acid. It's also the worlds many of us grew up with.

For more information please check out our rules page or log on and speak to a member of staff.

In order to receive a character bit, please review the [[Character Request]] page. 
Once you have settled on a character, check out the streamlined [[Application]] to get into play! 
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Mr. Freeze

2012-02-15T01:38:47Z

Spypoet: Created page with "{{Characterbox| Title=Mr. Freeze |Image=200px |Name=Victore Fries |Alias=Mr. Freeze |Species=Metahuman |Age=38 |Affiliation=Unknown |Quote=''"Think of i..."

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Title=Mr. Freeze
|Image=[[Image:MrFreeze.jpg|200px]]
|Name=Victore Fries
|Alias=Mr. Freeze
|Species=Metahuman
|Age=38
|Affiliation=Unknown
|Quote=''"Think of it. To never again walk on a summer's day with a hot wind in your face, and a warm hand to hold. Oh yes. I'd kill for that."''
|Powers= 
* Suits
* Freeze Rays
|}}

==Background/Timeline==

-Victor Fries is born in Gotham City, son of Charles and Lorraine Fries.

-Victor develops a hobby of freezing animals. His father, a control-freak not understanding how to help his son, sends him to a boarding school. He feels detached from the rest of the world here, developing an apathy for others.

-Fries discovers the love of his life, Nora. Though she's an athelete, and him an egghead hoping to become a scientist in the field of cryonics, the two fall deeply and happily in love. They marry.

-Fries discovers Nora has been diagnosed with a rare and deadly disesase several years out of college. He takes on a job working for a drug company called GothCorp, and uses their funding to develop a method of cryogenically freezing someone perfectly.

-Victor is discovered by the CEO, Ferris Boyle, and he angrily storms into his lab, demanding that the illegal procedure be stopped. Desperate to save his wife, the two enter a fistfight, during which Fries is pushed into a series of cryogenic chemicals.

-Victor's body structure is painfully changed, terrifying Boyle enough that he flees the lab and calls the police. In the ensuing chaos, Fries manages to steal his wife's cryogenic chamber, and flees.

-Fries, feeling his body steadily become more and more susceptible to heat, develops a suit which keeps him at sub-zero temperatures at all times. Infuriated by this injustice, and terrified his wife may die, he weaponizes his cryonics systems, creating a suit with super-strength and durability, as well as a gun capable of freezing objects or firing ice with deadly force.

-Dubbing himself Mr. Freeze, Fries goes on a rampage through Gotham, looking to steal the funds of Gothcorp to fund his research again, killing anyone who stands in his way. He nearly kills Boyle, when Batman stops him, discovering the truth of the situation, and sending Boyle to jail with evidence he'd managed to scrounge from GothCorp's libraries.

-Fries is interred in Arkham Asylum, Nora's whereabouts undiscovered by others. Eventually he escapes, and finds that now that Boyle is rotting in prison, his desire for revenge is unquenched. He now seeks to spread misery wherever he can, as long as it furthers him towards his goal of saving his wife. He is a man obsessed.

==Personality==

Overview

Mr. Freeze, fittingly, has a personality best described as "cold". He views the world with detatchment from his fellow humans, not viewing himself as the same as them. He does not see himself as above or below them, instead finding himself somewhere separate, yet equal. He is alien to most people, and subsequently they are alien to him. He feels no kindness or sympathy, gives no charity, and feels no sense of honor. All he wants is vengeance; and since his vengeance against the man who made him like this was taken by the Batman, he seeks to make all others who stand in his way, or who may even be bystanders in his crimes, as miserable as he is. He does not care if he takes someone's limbs through frostbite simply because they were nearby when he robbed a jewelery store; they are not important.

Nora

Mr. Freeze obsesses over Nora. He wants to find a way to rejuvenate her, to bring her back to life and hopefully one day live a happy life with her again. He is filled with that single, desperate hope, clinging to it like a castaway to driftwood. And yet, it is impossible, and somewhere, in a part of his mind he seeks to drown out, he knows it. He hates the thought because, of course, it means the love of his life is taken, but he also hates it because he has already committed such terrible acts in the search for a cure. He suffers from the sunk cost fallacy very deeply, not realizing what is wrong in the least. And worst of all, he banishes the possibility that Nora would awaken horrified at what he's done from his mind. That is a fate he simply cannot stand.

Bitterness

Make no mistake, Mr. Freeze is bitter. He is bitterly frustrated at the fact that all his life he has felt imprisoned. As a child, he was stuck in a boarding school; working for GothCorp, he was trapped under Boyle's thumb, especially before his secret got out. And now, he is locked inside his suit or a specially-made cell for the rest of his life, unable to ever feel truly free. His only out, that being Nora's companionship, has been taken away from him, and his frustration has been frozen into cruel fury. He hates his life, he hates existence, and cannot fathom ever being truly happy again. Smiles on his face are mockeries of happiness, usually only worn when he gains the upper hand or quips at someone before killing them--and yes, he has /no/ qualms about killing someone, if anything viewing it as cruel mercy, removing them from this terrible world. He is not convinced that there is happiness to be found for him, or anyone else, no matter where he goes, and the sight of laughter only serves to anger him.

Companionship

Mr. Freeze seeks no friendship, and can offer none in return. If he allies with another person, it is exclusively so that he can gain from it, and if they have nothing to offer, neither does he. As a result, most of the people he works with are either thugs or villains; thugs because they want a cut of the profits, villains because they seek to use him, and offer him money or power in return. It's getting harder to find people willing to work with him nowadays; many thugs have seen that, when injured or suffering from the cold, he's willing to leave them behind and forget them, knowing it's very close to a death sentence to hang around him too long. The fact that he has a propensity for diamonds and cash, however, as opposed to simply killing people randomly or stealing odd items, means that the desperate and destitute will seek him out. It doesn't matter what reasons people have for working with him. All he wants is enough money to continue his research. People don't factor into that cost. At the very least, he gives what he owes; while he's left people to die, he's never killed men to take their cuts from them. Bad for business.

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2012-02-15T01:38:23Z

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Starfire

2012-02-15T01:33:01Z

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Title=Starfire
|Image=[[Image:Starfire.jpg|200px]]
|Name=Koriand'r
|Alias=Starfire
|Species=Alien
|Age=25
|Affiliation=[[Titans|Titans]]
|Quote=''"Friends mustn't do this!"''
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* Flight
* Fortitude
* Solar Sustenance
* Alien Physiology
* Super Strength
* Language Absorption
* Starbolts
* Strength of Emotion
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==Background/Timeline==

The Tamaraneans are a people of peace, despite their respect for their warrior heritage and training they would wish to resolve their disputes through diplomacy rather than force of arms. They, however are not so blind to the world around them that they would let their skills as a warrior people dull, in the off chance peace becomes a lost cause. Their martial tradition demands a great deal of preparedness and constant tests of ability, thus their abilities always outstripped what was needed becoming so much part of their way of life even the children are fearsome foes with little to no training relying upon generations of honed instinct to guide them. The cruel Gordanians value Tamaranean children as slaves as this dangerousness in one form or another can be useful to those with whom the Gordanians deal. Though the Tamaraneans were always successful in the defense of their planet the sheer numbers of The Citadel and its allies was enough to persuade the then Queen of Tamaran, as her husband was already dead, to give herself over to them as a prize to save her people from an unwinnable war. The deal was struck and the Queen's daughter Myand'r became the new queen. She would then marry a powerful noble whose name was Luand'r, they would have three children born to them.

The eldest of the three children was Komand'r. Her birth should've been very special as she was the first princess to be born to her people in over a hundred years, however events transpired to rob her of this honor, she was born darkly hued both of the eye and hair. This trait alone earned her the scorn of many of her people, this scorn made her a bitter and hateful soul. The second of the children was the cheerful and lovable Koriand'r, she too was a princess and given the treatment that should've been given to her elder sister, the second daughter was also chosen to be the heir to the crown. Finally the two sisters were given a younger brother named Ryand'r. The siblings grew up together, though do to the unfairness in her mind Komand'r took out her bitterness for her situation on her younger sister, the elder hating her younger for everything that Koriand'r was given that should've belonged to her. Kori for her part dearly loved her older sister and tried her best to soothe Komand'r as much as she could, her attempts only ended in failure though. As all Tamaraneans, especially the nobility, do the sisters went to the warlords of Okaara to learn the arts of war and broaden their minds with education of a scholarly nature. They both excelled at their scholarly studies , though Komand'r always surpassed her sister by being just slightly better. This victory helped ease the fighting between he two sisters, until their combat training began. In this field Koriand'r proved to be superior sister picking up what she was taught more easily than Komand'r. This was too much for the elder to take and she flew into a violent rage while sparring with her sister and actually injured Koriand'r. This event caused Komand'r to flee the school in fear of reprisals for her injuries of her sister, her flight took her straight to the Gordanians where she proposed a way to crush Tamaran.

Komand'r made her deal with the secrets of how to overcome the powerful planetary defenses of Tamaran and the promise that another member of the Tamaran royal family would be taken as a prize, she could think of no one better than Koriand'r to serve in this position. With the deal made the assault on Tamaran began, with the secrets of the defenses in their hands the Gordanians made short work of the planet's defenders upon storming the palace the demand for Koriand'r to be given into slavery so that her people would be left in peace was made. Luand'r and Myand'r had no choice but to concede and gave over their younger daughter to the Gordanian slavers and were given the peace they were promised in exchange. Kori's time as a prize was anything but pleasant the Gordanians taking pleasure in mistreating her any way they could think of, though they still feared her, this was only made worse because of her defiant stubborn streak. Finally being pushed too far by the abuse she snapped and she fought back, busting out of the ship and flying quickly to the closest planet so that she could free herself from the rest of her restraints. She made her landing and prepared for the pursuit and the inevitable fight she knew had to be coming any minute and the adrenaline that coursed through her body didn't help her to get herself off edge and ready to tear into anything remotely threatening.

The alien girl was confronted by teen heroes as she rampaged in her attempts to break her bonds. After a short scuffle a truce of sorts was made. Needing to be able to communicate with the people of Earth she chose to give Robin a surprise and learned English with a kiss, then shortly after the teens were assaulted by the Gordanians. Banding together they saved Jump City from being destroyed and with those heroics founded the Teen Titans. Since this time she has been on many adventureous missions with her friends, learned about this weird world called Earth, made new friends, and generally grown as young people are want to do. Now a bit older, more experienced, and perhaps a bit less naive she hopes to help the Titans grow by helping a new generation of teens, help save the world when it needs it, and generally continue to become the heroine she knows herself to be.

==Personality==

Koriand'r is a very upbeat individual, she's so cheerful and carefree that some might assume she can't be serious. This of course isn't true as she was the heir apparent of her world she knows more than her fair share about discipline and how to keep herself level headed. She possesses a truly kind and gentle heart, wishing nothing but the best for others and believing the best in them as well. She is also a bit naive and trusting as one might imagine, which combined with the fact she is so very alien to the Earth can leave her frustrated and confused about the world around her and easily taken advantage of. Finally, she's very open with her feelings making it very clear to those around her exactly what she's feeling.

She's extremely upbeat, nothing can seemingly get her down when she's happy and she's almost always happy. Her enthusiasm for life and the world around her make it very easy for her to find joy in the simple things, whether that is enjoying a sunny day or learning how to play a game, it all excites her. It is very easy to make her even more cheerful when others around her are also happy, this can lead the normally positive girl she is to become almost overbearingly free spirited especially to those with a darker outlook on life. While she may seem to be always happy she understands the importance of being serious. She looks at the bright side of things always trying to make the best of the situation she finds herself in, this boundless hope has seen her through some darker days, far darker than anyone would think from how she acts.

Starfire was the heir apparent of her world, as such, she was trained to know when she needs to dampen her cheerful nature and maintain a proper attitude for serious situations. She is very reasonable and fair at most times but when she's serious this trait becomes even more apparent as her decisions and actions seem to reflect that she's using her head more than her heart to guide her. This discipline of making choices with her head can crack very easily though when someone or something she feels very strongly about is brought into a situation. Things she loathes are, however, easier to maintain her composure around while those people and things dear to her heart, though only in some truly life or death situations, are much more likely to cause her to act irrationally.

She's a very kind hearted and generous person, despite the things that have happened to her. She will go out of her way to help anyone she can putting everything she can into it, she'll willingly risk life and limb to help someone in need. To a lesser degree she will give others gifts on special occasions or even when the mood strikes her. Her life before her enslavement was nothing if not idyllic, she wants others to experience this so much that at cost to herself she'll try to provide it for them. Her kindness and belief in others might leave her, as some would say, too trusting and naive of the realities of the world. She dearly believes the best of others as she herself is a genuinely good person and is honest to a fault, those who betray her trust in them will find one very hurt and most likely very angry Tamaranean the next time they deal with her. She'll take people at their word, trusting whatever they tell her to be true, even if she doesn't know them as long as they approach her in a friendly manner. This naivety isn't all consuming she is aware that not everyone is a good person and that they might take advantage of her but her heart is what guides her and this can easily overcome the rational part of her mind when dealing with others.

Starfire is a Tamaranean and as such is pretty open with her emotions. If's very easy to guess her mood as she broadcasts it to anyone around her if she's happy she almost glows with it while if shes irritable one can almost see the stream building up in her system. Given their open emotions it shouldn't be a surprise that Tamaraneans, and Starfire, are given to radical changes in their mood when given the right stimulus. The thing that makes the mood swings potentially dangerous is that very little things can set her off, be it a poor choice of words or giving her an unexpected gift. What she does after her mood changes depends on what was done and her relationship to the person, the less close the person is to her the bigger the action has to be while the closer they are means smaller and smaller things can provoke big reactions. Someone she doesn't know makes fun of her she might ignore them or just fly away while if a friend did it she might slip into a depressed state or be glacially cold to the offender. By the same token if a stranger complemented her she'd be pleased but if a friend did it she'd be positively radiant the rest of the day, almost to a sickening degree. Furthering the possibility of her emotions getting the better of her is the fact Earth confuses her.

Being a non native of Earth is slightly trying for Koriand'r, as she is very much a stranger in a strange land. Her mastery of any Earth language is spotty at best taking things at the dictionary meaning leaves her very oblivious to the subtleties of what's being said to and around her. Puns, jokes, innuendo, subtext, double meanings, slang, and cultural specific terms will leave her confused and totally lost often times she'll ask for clarification or make an assumption based on what she thinks the meaning to be and she might just be confused enough to remain silent till she can work out the meaning on her own. Furthermore, she has her own culture and customs that influence her for example while she may be kind and generous she will take a person's arm off if they get in her way during a meal and like all other Tamaraneans Kori isn't body shy at all, nudity doesn't really phase her nor does she get embarrassed by it. That's not to say she's going to run around naked all the time as even on Tamaran clothing is important it's just that nudity doesn't have the same social taboo there as it does on Earth. This cultural difference also has numerous other odd effects not limited to the way she sleeps on a bed to holidays and food she cooks. These differences can cause further clashes and frustration with her adopted home.

As has been implied a number of times, Kori is a little uncomfortable on Earth due to the constant reminders that she is an outsider. This can leave the emotional girl feeling a bit insecure at times, whether it is her appearance, her behavior, her customs, or any other issue caused by alieness..Starfire is sensitive to this criticism, she tries very hard to fit in but she just can't quite manage to fully blend in amongst the people of her adopted home. This is one area that harsh words even from a stranger can really hit the sensitive woman as hard as those from a close friend. Due to this, Kori can get a bit overly awkward and try way too hard to fit in after such an event, something those that know her well are all too aware of. Most of the time it's easiest for others to just ride the wave until she's rebuilt her confidence but in more extreme cases it might be necessary to take her aside and comfort her. Thankfully the longer she has been on Earth, the quicker she recovers and the less likely she'll go into an extreme phase of overcompensation as her confidence about fitting in has grown over that time. That said, Kori is still insecure about this and a tad more prone to react badly to it.

The product of a warrior people, warriors training, the life of a slave, and a prized experiment. It's amazing that she's as optimistic, helpful, and fair-minded as she is, she may be accused of being mercurial but Tamaraneans as a people are mercurial. She maintains a pride in who she is and what has happened in her life, though her time as a slave wasn't pretty she realizes it was for the good of her people that she suffered so much the less said about the experiments, however, the better. She is also humble and values others' abilities, experiences, and friendship often focusing on their best qualities and even going as far to respect the abilities of her foes. Her respect of others is also present in how she deals with those who need a ear to listen to their problems as she'll do so happily and offer the best advice she can, though due to her cultural differences this advice can vary between extremely helpful if odd to completely useless and embarrassing. Lastly, for someone who is so honest and has few secrets Starfire knows how to keep something a secret when she is told something in confidence she won't betray the trust given to her no matter what, she's naturally very stubborn and defiant against anything that tries to force her to do something she doesn't want to do as the Gordanians found out. All in all she's surprisingly kind and well rounded even though her life hasn't been easy.

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Starfire

2012-02-15T01:28:34Z

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