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Post by Colonel Nick Fury on Oct 31, 2007 19:59:32 GMT -5
Approved ~ Colonel Nick Fury
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Toad
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Post by Toad on Nov 1, 2007 1:53:37 GMT -5
Toad had been a wreck all of his life looking like a freak now after the transformation using the new technology he had found he looked perfectly normal and managed to keep his abilities. He had left the Brotherhood to go on a solo career which didn't go well for him. So he decided to cut his losses and buy a loft in New York, he filled it with his ever growing collection of possessions. He even met a girl who he is still dating her name is Samantha, he keeps his powers secret somehow.
He sighed at his foolish choice he had been so happy with her she was his life, the moment played in his head over and over again her scream as he cried out after her. How she ran he wanted to follow her but he thought it unwise but he called her to no but got reply. Mortymer sat on his lounge and wept she had called him a freak he'd registered five months ago but decided not to tell her. Why did he have to be as secretive as he had been, he driven away the only person he had ever truly loved.
He looked up at the news bulletin and saw the picture, the picture that drove him to cry out in agony her with a noose around her neck. He ran to the window and jumped out the pavement was where he thought he was destined to fall but somehow he fell short and landed on a truck causing only a slight pain to be afflicted. He looked up at the man who had put him there it was Magneto "What is wrong with you Toad?"
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Post by Colonel Nick Fury on Nov 1, 2007 7:27:30 GMT -5
Approved ~ Colonel Nick Fury
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Loki
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Smite me! You know you want to 8D!
Posts: 8
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Post by Loki on Nov 1, 2007 19:33:35 GMT -5
The matter of reattaching one’s own head was nothing new for Loki, along with the whole end-of-the-world business. How many times had Asgard almost come to an end? Across the different plans, realities, and whatever else, the dreary hole had probably ended a million times. If they thought one Ragnarok was going to keep him dead for good, they were wrong. Staging his own death was even a necessity at times.
But, the past was the past. Loki had always prided himself on being one ahead of the rest of Asgard, particularly Thor, and after he miraculously escaped from yet another close call, he had already started his scheming.
Earth was a bore. While Thor hadn’t likely even yet learned to read many years ago, Loki had mastered the culture and learned all there was to know about the planet. Certainly, the little beings had their small advances, but their general aims never had changed. Really, the only purpose the mudhole served was his amusement. Mortals of course were plentiful means of amusement, but even that became cliché after a time. Earth was cliché, in a sense. That didn’t mean he would be visiting the Dark Dimension and Dormammu anytime soon, though. Some methods of amusement provided the least danger. Honestly, while Loki did enjoy excitement, he was no suicidal buffoon.
That was Thor's duty.
However as boring earth was, no other world that welcomed him with “open arms” came to mind. True, there were a few pitiful little self-styled heroes meandering about, but he knew the turf. With his abilities, he would have no problem surviving.
Void, Abyss, Hell, or whatever the lack of light had experienced for a time contained him only so long. Loki was a sorcerer, after all. Asgard's best (or so he considered himself) at that. Hopefully Thor had perished; he deserved it, considering he had cut the string of fate, the dullard he was. They absolutely had no tact, the Asgardians. That didn't stop the small fear in the back of Loki's mind, as he opened a transdimensional portal, that the entire lot of them weren’t gone, considering he had survived. It only seemed fitting. He had received the shortest lot so many times already.
He fell out of the portal rather unceremoniously, colliding with a wooden floor. The Sanctum seemed much the same as it had been the last time he had visited it. After finally collecting himself from the floor, he tested what was arguably one of his most powerful abilities shapeshifting, and transformed his somewhat imposing green-clad form to that of a more mortal-friendly businessman. Adjusting his fedora, he looked in a mirror and gave himself a toothy smile, before opening the nearest door and searching for the good doctor.
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Post by Colonel Nick Fury on Nov 1, 2007 19:43:28 GMT -5
Approved ~ Colonel Nick Fury
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Venom
Newbie
"Come out, Come out, where ever you are Web Head....."
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Post by Venom on Nov 1, 2007 21:35:55 GMT -5
My Audition for Vemon!
It was a cold, dark, and rainy day as Eddie Brock walked into the church. It was his down point in his life, and he came to ask forgiveness, hoping to recive some answer in how to turn his life around. The bell in the churh, began to ring. Eddie, thinking his prays were coming true, held his hands out, hoping to get some sort of blessing from God. Instead he reicived a black sticky substance. It quickly connected to his face, forever changing his looks on life, and he soon became Vemon........
Vemon was on the roof, of the Daily Bugle. He had Rhino tied up, and knocked out, on the roof top with him. He knew Spiderman was good, and Rhino was evil, but Vemon knew spider-man would come. He had always came, and Vemon would "Play" with spiderman. Mind tricks, death, and nightmares always came to Parker, when he would hear the name Vemon. Vemon laughed uncontrobbly on the roof. "Ugnnnn" Rhino's grunts suggested that he was waking up. "Who are you?" Rhino asked, as his head cleared up. A long tongue touched the face of Rhino, as Vemon came face to face with the brute. "I am the one who will kill spiderman.... and your the bait who dies for to do it." Vemons laughter echoed across the night, as the wind seemed to carried it to spiderman. Web head was on his way........
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Post by Doctor Strange on Nov 1, 2007 22:17:54 GMT -5
“Would you care for some tea, master?”
Wong was always so thoughtful, but honestly.. a man could only drink green tea so many times a day, much less so many times a week before it finally grew tiresome. Why not English Breakfast? Perhaps some Earl Grey, or even oolong? But alas, Stephen did not have the heart to turn Wong away, so he graciously accepted the piping hot cup of fragrant tea.
“Thank you, Wong.”
He placed the tiny ceramic cup to his lips and quickly downed the tea that his manservant had so meticulously prepared, and then set the cup back down onto the tray that gracious Wong was holding. He nodded at the manservant, who then bowed deeply to the Sorcerer Supreme before leaving the good doctor to his meditations. It was after the door clicked shut that Stephen let out a long sigh, and he turned to begin to make his way to the Orb of Agamotto.
However, he was halted in mid-step when he heard the sound of fine china crashing against the floor. Immediately, Stephen turned, his eyes widening as he suddenly felt .. a disturbing aura. That, coupled with the fact that Wong was far too schooled in his movements to clumsily drop his tray, led Stephen to deduce that something was very wrong here.
Immediately, Stephen made a run to the door, and upon opening the door his eyes fell upon a most ominous figure. His brows furrowing together, his words shot forth a stream of words that were the only ones apt for such a situation.
”By the hoary hosts of Hoggoth!”
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Post by Thaddius Gone on Nov 2, 2007 1:48:13 GMT -5
Audition for Hulk
There was always something.
Ever since that day, the fateful occurance that changed him from the man he was, to the monster he now is. A normally quiet man, but inside, such anger. A normal person can express such to another, even if undeserved. Unfair, but it always acted as a way to release such emotions. Bottling them up only made them worse, something that Banner had scoffed at. It didn’t seem important, it only got in the way of progress, the work at hand. David could only reflect on the past occurences for now. There was not much else he could do after all. The monster within him, his unexpressed rage had been released the day his body was wracked with gamma radiation. It did not matter what he did, how calm he tried to keep. There was always a chance that beast inside, the one that everyone had sated with measured cruelty, the one that had only grown stronger, bigger in himself, would escape. It always has, and it always would despite Banner’s own mental fortitude.
No one was safe when that happened.
It almost dawned to Banner that the Hulk him… itself was an entirely separate entity. He tried his best not to personify The Hulk, to separate it from himself, but it was hard. After all, it was merely a reflection of his own inner loathing, his hate and fear as he had come to realize. His isolation had made this more and more apparent. Banner knew he had to separate himself from others, from society. If only he could bring his equipment with him, if he could work in peace.
But that was just not to be.
As he wrote his notes, scrawling on paper the formulas that had caused his transformation his mind did wander. It didn’t matter where he went, there was always something against him. Always someone that wanted him for what The Hulk could do. The worth of a nigh unstoppable, rampaging beast was apparently high. They always found him, and as he pressed the pencil to the paper harder as his thoughts irked him, almost haunted him. He snapped to attention as he realized that the lead of his pencil had broken, the letters he had been writing out had been getting bolder with the increased pressure. The frusteration he felt should have been minor, but it was merely another little thing that was loaded onto his back. Gripping his fist, he took a deep breath, attempting to calm himself down. His eyes looked across the walls of the cabin he resided in, the walls covered in charts and notes. Analyitical notes and scientific jargon. The same science that had landed him in this mess so long ago. Yet with all of his work, there was nothing to show for it.
He soon found himself clawing at the walls, tearing down the paper furiously as he screamed. Not at anybody, but just to hear the gutteral sound of his own anger expressed. He gnashed his teeth, feeling himself become embroiled with his sheer rage, his fingers were widening, growing stronger. His clawing soon became violent punches to the wall walls, that at first did nothing but hurt his hands… but soon the very cabin shook with each and every single one of his blows. The shirt, odiferious and stained with his sweat began to tear as his chest expanded, his jeans also swelled, and then burst. The last article of clothing to last on him were the shoes he wore, which soon split as his large green toes burst forth.
He was no longer Banner. He had laid his head to rest, to recover. Hulk was in control now.
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Post by Colonel Nick Fury on Nov 2, 2007 5:59:25 GMT -5
My Audition for Vemon! It was a cold, dark, and rainy day as Eddie Brock walked into the church. It was his down point in his life, and he came to ask forgiveness, hoping to recive some answer in how to turn his life around. The bell in the churh, began to ring. Eddie, thinking his prays were coming true, held his hands out, hoping to get some sort of blessing from God. Instead he reicived a black sticky substance. It quickly connected to his face, forever changing his looks on life, and he soon became Vemon........ Vemon was on the roof, of the Daily Bugle. He had Rhino tied up, and knocked out, on the roof top with him. He knew Spiderman was good, and Rhino was evil, but Vemon knew spider-man would come. He had always came, and Vemon would "Play" with spiderman. Mind tricks, death, and nightmares always came to Parker, when he would hear the name Vemon. Vemon laughed uncontrobbly on the roof. "Ugnnnn" Rhino's grunts suggested that he was waking up. "Who are you?" Rhino asked, as his head cleared up. A long tongue touched the face of Rhino, as Vemon came face to face with the brute. "I am the one who will kill spiderman.... and your the bait who dies for to do it." Vemons laughter echoed across the night, as the wind seemed to carried it to spiderman. Web head was on his way........ Approved ~ Colonel Nick Fury “Would you care for some tea, master?” Wong was always so thoughtful, but honestly.. a man could only drink green tea so many times a day, much less so many times a week before it finally grew tiresome. Why not English Breakfast? Perhaps some Earl Grey, or even oolong? But alas, Stephen did not have the heart to turn Wong away, so he graciously accepted the piping hot cup of fragrant tea. “Thank you, Wong.” He placed the tiny ceramic cup to his lips and quickly downed the tea that his manservant had so meticulously prepared, and then set the cup back down onto the tray that gracious Wong was holding. He nodded at the manservant, who then bowed deeply to the Sorcerer Supreme before leaving the good doctor to his meditations. It was after the door clicked shut that Stephen let out a long sigh, and he turned to begin to make his way to the Orb of Agamotto. However, he was halted in mid-step when he heard the sound of fine china crashing against the floor. Immediately, Stephen turned, his eyes widening as he suddenly felt .. a disturbing aura. That, coupled with the fact that Wong was far too schooled in his movements to clumsily drop his tray, led Stephen to deduce that something was very wrong here. Immediately, Stephen made a run to the door, and upon opening the door his eyes fell upon a most ominous figure. His brows furrowing together, his words shot forth a stream of words that were the only ones apt for such a situation. ”By the hoary hosts of Hoggoth!”Approved ~ Colonel Nick Fury Audition for Hulk There was always something. Ever since that day, the fateful occurance that changed him from the man he was, to the monster he now is. A normally quiet man, but inside, such anger. A normal person can express such to another, even if undeserved. Unfair, but it always acted as a way to release such emotions. Bottling them up only made them worse, something that Banner had scoffed at. It didn’t seem important, it only got in the way of progress, the work at hand. David could only reflect on the past occurences for now. There was not much else he could do after all. The monster within him, his unexpressed rage had been released the day his body was wracked with gamma radiation. It did not matter what he did, how calm he tried to keep. There was always a chance that beast inside, the one that everyone had sated with measured cruelty, the one that had only grown stronger, bigger in himself, would escape. It always has, and it always would despite Banner’s own mental fortitude. No one was safe when that happened. It almost dawned to Banner that the Hulk him… itself was an entirely separate entity. He tried his best not to personify The Hulk, to separate it from himself, but it was hard. After all, it was merely a reflection of his own inner loathing, his hate and fear as he had come to realize. His isolation had made this more and more apparent. Banner knew he had to separate himself from others, from society. If only he could bring his equipment with him, if he could work in peace. But that was just not to be. As he wrote his notes, scrawling on paper the formulas that had caused his transformation his mind did wander. It didn’t matter where he went, there was always something against him. Always someone that wanted him for what The Hulk could do. The worth of a nigh unstoppable, rampaging beast was apparently high. They always found him, and as he pressed the pencil to the paper harder as his thoughts irked him, almost haunted him. He snapped to attention as he realized that the lead of his pencil had broken, the letters he had been writing out had been getting bolder with the increased pressure. The frusteration he felt should have been minor, but it was merely another little thing that was loaded onto his back. Gripping his fist, he took a deep breath, attempting to calm himself down. His eyes looked across the walls of the cabin he resided in, the walls covered in charts and notes. Analyitical notes and scientific jargon. The same science that had landed him in this mess so long ago. Yet with all of his work, there was nothing to show for it. He soon found himself clawing at the walls, tearing down the paper furiously as he screamed. Not at anybody, but just to hear the gutteral sound of his own anger expressed. He gnashed his teeth, feeling himself become embroiled with his sheer rage, his fingers were widening, growing stronger. His clawing soon became violent punches to the wall walls, that at first did nothing but hurt his hands… but soon the very cabin shook with each and every single one of his blows. The shirt, odiferious and stained with his sweat began to tear as his chest expanded, his jeans also swelled, and then burst. The last article of clothing to last on him were the shoes he wore, which soon split as his large green toes burst forth. He was no longer Banner. He had laid his head to rest, to recover. Hulk was in control now. Sorry mate. Hulk's already taken. Shoulda checked the taken characters post. Hope you audition for another character though.
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Post by Thaddius Gone on Nov 2, 2007 15:02:44 GMT -5
Ah, d**nit...
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Magneto
Newbie
I'm the true master of Magnetism!
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Post by Magneto on Nov 3, 2007 19:55:26 GMT -5
Sample post for The Master Of Magnetism:
Magneto flew through the door to is very own office and twirled his hand. As he did so his chair came to life and flung itself outward. Sitting down, Magneto, grabbed a pile of paper that had been sitting there all week. Skimming over the top two pages of the pile he, Eric, stopped. Was there something he missed? Was there just one thing he didn't get at all? These are the questions that ran through his head as he looked out the window that sat in the wall to the left of him. "Metal" Magneto said as he noticed that that is what he needed. Eric's chair moved out of the desk and he stood. Magneto started to hover and then flew through the door and used his powers so that they bended around him. He had been wondering what he needed to make a detonated ice frost shooter.
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Post by Carnage/Cletus Kasady on Nov 4, 2007 7:17:40 GMT -5
Aproved ~ Colonel Nick Fury
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Post by Carnage/Cletus Kasady on Nov 4, 2007 10:32:46 GMT -5
Approved ~ Colonel Nick Fury/Carnage/Iron Man
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Post by cloak on Nov 4, 2007 14:36:32 GMT -5
< I haven't been able to find much happening with Cloak and Dagger, and I hope this does not clash with any comic that I missed. It seemed like Dagger was not in house of M, so, I thought maybe they had split up for a while. Also, I was wondering if he could be a villain? I would like to have him become good later in the story though...if I get him.> ;D
Cloak pulled away from the light. The glaring street lamp illuminating the sidewalk. He watched the two men walk by. The sound of their shoes hitting the pavement help Cloak to focus on them, his anger rising slowly.
They deserve death, they deserve to see all the evil they have done, to see the darkness of their souls.
He followed them to the ware house, the dim lighting hiding Cloak's shape. Cloak watched them unlock the large door and enter the building.
Alone... He slipped into the building, hiding in a shadow. I never thought I would be so far from Dagger.
The taller of the two men looked around nervously. "You know when he's coming?" His voice was a whisper, his eyes fearful.
Cloak stepped out onto the sickeningly florescent light. He tried not to scare the men into attacking. The tall one was shaking, the other seemed nonplussed.
The second thug grabbed a brief case off the floor, opening it to show the weapon. A small gun of some kind, a green fluid sloshed in a small clear canister on the top.
Cloak nodded, "I will give you your payment, slide the brief case closer."
The taller man shook his head, never taking his nervous eyes off Cloak. "Our money first."
Cloak straightened, feeling the darkness hunger within him. "Who I work for has promised you money, I promised you nothing." Opening his cloak, he surged forward. The men had no time to escape.
Taste your own darkness. Cloak, finished with them, dropped them to the ground. Both sickened at what he had seen in these men and what he had done to them. He knew his soul was slowing fading out of his grasp, his soul was always dark, but now he was on his own, and light was fading quickly.
This is her fault... No. She wanted me to stay. I left her...and with out her THIS is what I'm reduced to? Cloak grabbed the handle of the case and traveled through the dark dimension. Children grow and choose their paths. Mine took me away from her.
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Post by Frank The Punisher Castle on Nov 4, 2007 14:38:07 GMT -5
Audition for The Punisher
(I can change if need be )
But here is My Sample Post:
Upon seeing that the battle seems to be over, thus ending his need to stay in this God-forsaken place, The Punisher backs his battle van in a nearby spot, putting it in park and pulling out his cell phone.
"Hello, Mr. Corrigan? This is Frank. I have a job for you. $800 up front, $800 more upon arrival in New York as discussed. Ready to fly? Upon getting confirmation from pilot Archie Corrigan,
The Punisher turns his van around and heads to the airstrip. Arriving, he hands Archie the money, grabs his gear, and jumps aboard the plane... next stop, New York."
The plane landed at an abandoned airstrip just out side of New York. After stepping off the plane Frank gives Archie Corrigan 400 dollars as a bonus
"Thank you, here is the money sorry for the trouble.”
Frank notices a gas station pump near the back of the airstrip for fuelling vehicles. So the punisher refuels the black van (located Near the airstrip), Frank and Archie, talk about old times for a while, as the van is fuel up with gas. While Frank hands the pilot 1,600 dollars
While saying “I might need your help once more.”
"Well Castle Just call me again and take care my friend", says
Corrigan while turning around the plane and then it tappers off the airstrip and takes off in to the night sky.
(if I get the Part of The Punisher, do want me to write out a bio for the punisher as well or what it is not a problem to me I was just wondering)
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