Brother Shatterstone
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Kalanyr said:
It’s not really a modern phenomenon… Batman, the second oldest modern superhero, won’t be able to pass a psych test.
(Obsessive/Compulsive, survivor’s guilt, just to name a few.)
"You are Vengeance, You are the Night. You are ... ?" Super's Vigilante Game (Open)
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It’s not really a modern phenomenon… Batman, the second oldest modern superhero, won’t be able to pass a psych test.
(Obsessive/Compulsive, survivor’s guilt, just to name a few.)
Brother Shatterstone
Dark Moderator of PbP
Kalanyr said:
No I understand you just fine, you want someone who will help out the cops and turn the criminals in and not kill them on sight.
correct?
Kalanyr
Explorer
Heh. Yeah pretty much and even preferably.
Though killing criminals sometimes (or even most of the time) isn't going to bother me a great deal and isn't going to result in me rejecting the concept (thats the dark side of grey thing that I mentioned).
I just basically realised there was a problem when 2 of the character concepts so far are pretty much as likely to kill perfectly innocent bystanders as anyone else.
Though killing criminals sometimes (or even most of the time) isn't going to bother me a great deal and isn't going to result in me rejecting the concept (thats the dark side of grey thing that I mentioned).
I just basically realised there was a problem when 2 of the character concepts so far are pretty much as likely to kill perfectly innocent bystanders as anyone else.
Brother Shatterstone
Dark Moderator of PbP
Kalanyr said:
Really? You must have a really bad opinion of the punisher then cause while he'll kill villains without sympathy or ceremony he doesn’t kill innocents.
Concept Mark II, or: the not-quite-as-psycho soldier guy:
Graham 'Sarge' Grocott is something of a legend in the right circles. As the name implies, he served as an army seargent during the War. Of the 215 men he commanded during the course of the war, not a single one had died or suffered permanent injuries while serving under him. This was not due to tactical genius as much as 'cowardice under fire and direct disobedience of orders', according to his dishonourable discharge papers. A dubious honour, but better, as he likes to say, than the more honourable honour of being dead.
Being out of a job and with no peacetime skill to speak of, Graham found work as a hired gun. Handy though he is with weapons, he was inexperienced in the field, and was caught by the secret services.
The top-ranking agent is an ex-soldier that knew him. He was offered a deal: he would 'dispose of' those that needs disposing, for a tidy sum per head, and it would be passed off as 'vigilante activity', with the police conveniently failing to catch him.
There is a security box in the bank on Main Street, containing a list of names. Periodically, they would be crossed out, and new ones added, along with a stack of unmarked notes. The names belong to those that cannot be dealt by the law by normal means - those who are skilled enough to avoid capture, those who could afford long and expensive trials, those in powerful positions and, perhaps, those with inconvenient opinions and large followings. Graham harbours no illusions on being a defender of justice or righter of wrongs - to him it is no different from the contracted killings he had done in the past.
"Government scum", he would say, "is still scum. But at least they pay well."
Graham 'Sarge' Grocott is something of a legend in the right circles. As the name implies, he served as an army seargent during the War. Of the 215 men he commanded during the course of the war, not a single one had died or suffered permanent injuries while serving under him. This was not due to tactical genius as much as 'cowardice under fire and direct disobedience of orders', according to his dishonourable discharge papers. A dubious honour, but better, as he likes to say, than the more honourable honour of being dead.
Being out of a job and with no peacetime skill to speak of, Graham found work as a hired gun. Handy though he is with weapons, he was inexperienced in the field, and was caught by the secret services.
The top-ranking agent is an ex-soldier that knew him. He was offered a deal: he would 'dispose of' those that needs disposing, for a tidy sum per head, and it would be passed off as 'vigilante activity', with the police conveniently failing to catch him.
There is a security box in the bank on Main Street, containing a list of names. Periodically, they would be crossed out, and new ones added, along with a stack of unmarked notes. The names belong to those that cannot be dealt by the law by normal means - those who are skilled enough to avoid capture, those who could afford long and expensive trials, those in powerful positions and, perhaps, those with inconvenient opinions and large followings. Graham harbours no illusions on being a defender of justice or righter of wrongs - to him it is no different from the contracted killings he had done in the past.
"Government scum", he would say, "is still scum. But at least they pay well."
Radiant
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to throw in my opinion (that nobody wants to hear but I never cared for that ) :
I don't realy have any problem to undestand what Kalanyr is looking for. Every second hero in Gothham city fits what he described. Both their heroes and villains are nuts but the villains tend to be ones who leaves scores of dead bodies in their path. Especialy if said bodies don't even belong to criminals.
) :I don't realy have any problem to undestand what Kalanyr is looking for. Every second hero in Gothham city fits what he described. Both their heroes and villains are nuts but the villains tend to be ones who leaves scores of dead bodies in their path. Especialy if said bodies don't even belong to criminals.
RobotRobotI
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>.>
Hum.
How about a sentient undead? Here's what I have in mind.
Solanum
Richard Levy is not alive. He is dead, he has been for years. It's a long story, then, as to why he's still here. We'll give you the abridged version.
Now, it's a known fact that the streets of Nocturne City aren't exactly the friendliest, especially late at night. Unfortunately, this is a fact that Richard had to put out of his mind that night, four years ago, when he got the call from the hospital. "She's in Labor, mister Levy, she wants you to be present.
Mr Levy, Richard Levy, did not have a car. He still doesn't, but that's beside the point. From several miles away, with no cash in his pocket and nothing but his jacket to keep him warm in the rain, he set out to the hospital. The rain pounded on his head, water soaked in through his shoes and socks, and he was wearing what was left of his soles into oblivion. But it didn't stop him ; he'd be there for his daughter's birth if it killed him. Apparently, even after the fact.
He was pulled into an alleyway. Not just pulled; more like yanked. Grab by his collar and slammed into the stone wall. He was shot dead, then and there, by a group of street thugs he'd never seen before. Blood poured from his open body into the rain-soaked alleyway. Unfortunately, he didn't stay dead for long. He got back up, he moved towards them, and with a sort of strength he didn't know even existed, he shredded them.
When he arrived at the hospital, coated in blood, he was admitted to the emergency room and put under heavy sedatives when he tried to object. He was declared dead that night, the same night his daughter was born.
His body was nowhere to be found in the morning.
He's not just a walking corpse, of course. Walking corpses need a life source, right? Brains. Like a zombie, Richard now survives on human brains. This is not something he takes likely, and he refuses to feed on the heads on the innocent - indeed, he goes out of his way to bring justice to criminals. The thought that anyone else might be taken away from their lives as he was taken from his is revolting to him - he goes out of his way to keep it from happening.
>.>
Better?
Hum.
How about a sentient undead? Here's what I have in mind.
Solanum
Richard Levy is not alive. He is dead, he has been for years. It's a long story, then, as to why he's still here. We'll give you the abridged version.
Now, it's a known fact that the streets of Nocturne City aren't exactly the friendliest, especially late at night. Unfortunately, this is a fact that Richard had to put out of his mind that night, four years ago, when he got the call from the hospital. "She's in Labor, mister Levy, she wants you to be present.
Mr Levy, Richard Levy, did not have a car. He still doesn't, but that's beside the point. From several miles away, with no cash in his pocket and nothing but his jacket to keep him warm in the rain, he set out to the hospital. The rain pounded on his head, water soaked in through his shoes and socks, and he was wearing what was left of his soles into oblivion. But it didn't stop him ; he'd be there for his daughter's birth if it killed him. Apparently, even after the fact.
He was pulled into an alleyway. Not just pulled; more like yanked. Grab by his collar and slammed into the stone wall. He was shot dead, then and there, by a group of street thugs he'd never seen before. Blood poured from his open body into the rain-soaked alleyway. Unfortunately, he didn't stay dead for long. He got back up, he moved towards them, and with a sort of strength he didn't know even existed, he shredded them.
When he arrived at the hospital, coated in blood, he was admitted to the emergency room and put under heavy sedatives when he tried to object. He was declared dead that night, the same night his daughter was born.
His body was nowhere to be found in the morning.
He's not just a walking corpse, of course. Walking corpses need a life source, right? Brains. Like a zombie, Richard now survives on human brains. This is not something he takes likely, and he refuses to feed on the heads on the innocent - indeed, he goes out of his way to bring justice to criminals. The thought that anyone else might be taken away from their lives as he was taken from his is revolting to him - he goes out of his way to keep it from happening.
>.>
Better?
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