Who Watches the Watchmen?

WARNING:

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This SB will contain some major spoilers from the movie Watchmen. If you don't want to know what happens, stop reading now!

The year 1985. Using the ancient knowledge of Rameses II, Ozymandias creates a weapon of mass destruction, killing 15 million people and betraying the Watchmen in the process. Roschach and the Comedian are killed, Dr. Manhattan leaves the galaxy.
Present day, 2012. A new power has arisen in secrecy, using dark arts learned from the texts of another ancient civilisation, the Mayans. They prophesied that the world would end on December 21st, 2012, and the vicious Chac cult will stop at nothing to see it happen. With the clock counting down, the world must call on a new generation of Watchmen to put a stop to the brutal cult before they bring about the end of the world.

So, in this storybook you will control one of a new group of Watchmen. Normal storybook rules apply:

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No Godmodding. I'm saying that first because it's no fun for the rest of us. Watchmen are meant to be pretty normal people (One Dr. Manhattan is enough!).
Swearing is allowed, but not in every sentence you write, please.
Violence please. The gorier the better. If you don't like violence, this probably isn't the SB for you.
No sex please. We all remember how awkward the sex scene is in the movie, lets not have a repeat.
No trolling.
Stay committed. If you die I'll let you off, otherwise keep commenting.

Here's the layout for the character. Be creative, there are already two Silk Spectres and Nite Owls, no more please.

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Name:
Superhero identity:
Age:
Gender:
Abilities (Doesn't have to be a superpower!):
Personality:
History:
Other:

I'm aiming for five or six Watchmen in order to keep the SB alive long enough to get somewhere. Enjoy!

Name: John Smith (He either changed his name, or doesn't reveal his real name)

Superhero identity: Anonymous

Age: 38 (But unknown to anyone other than himself)

Gender: Male

Abilities (Doesn't have to be a superpower!): Incredible intelligence, incredible computer skills, incredible power and influence over the internet. Those memes? John. Those hackings? John. Those riots in America, and all over the world? John organises them all, attending the ones he can, all behind the government's back.

Personality: Does not talk. Ever. Attending meetings, John usually sends a computer and an assistant, typing messages, his assistant (also "named" John Smith) reads them back. In his messages, he comes across as logical, reasoning and placid, if a little arrogant at times.

History: The "leader" of the internet group Anonymous, John was called upon as soon as disaster struck. He has a legion of followers within the group, and they all agreed that he was the best of the best. Not agreeing with dictatorships, they selected John as a representative, still contacting him for advice and encouragement.

Other: This category is usually saved for "Up For Love?" Needless to say, being, when all is said and done, an assistant and a computer, John simply can't find love within the group.

It should also be noted that his assistant wears a black suit and the "V" mask that has become a synonymous image regarding Anonymous.

I'm going to go first so we can all get a feel for things.
Name: Dutch Connors
Superhero identity: Snake
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Abilities: Trained in a variety of martial arts, as well as having great stamina, speed and strength. He uses his bare fists in combat for much of the time, but will occasionally use a sword if he is hunting 'special prey'.
Appearance: Snake has the dishevelled look of a man who gets far too little sleep. He wears a trenchcoat and hat most of the time, both of which are reversible to help him blend in with a crowd. His most prominent feature is the scarred and smudged tattoo of a cobra which adorns his left cheek just below the eye.
Personality: They don't come tougher than Snake. He has little patience for others and doesn't seem to feel happiness, love or, more concerning still, mercy. In truth, he is simply more driven than most, sometimes overlooking those around him in an effort to reach the next milestone.
History: Dutch was the son of an American martial arts master, and was brought up training in traditional Japanese arts. At the age of twenty, he travelled to the far east, where he was able to train under a variety of different disciplines from India to Japan. However, he returned to find his parents murdered by a local gang. Vowing revenge, Dutch trained day-and-night for a week, creating the vigilante persona of 'The Snake' to match. He proceeded to track down and murder the entire gang, despite many of them being innocent. Afterwards, something snapped in his mind; Dutch Connors seemingly ceased to exist, along with all feelings of compassion or guilt.
Other: As a young man, Dutch Connors won a variety of award for martial arts practice, and dusty medals still hang on the wall of his old house, which he visits sometimes to remind himself of why he does what he does.

Or I will not go first. Whatever floats your boat, Napier.

Sorry, I know I posted way too early. Most of the storybooks I've done are kind of fizzed out, so forgive me if I seem eager!

Don't worry, I can definitely relate. It's good to see someone's interested.

*Let me know if this is ok. Sorry, it got kind of lengthy.*

Name: Marie Witvliet
Superhero Identity: Catena
Age: 32
Gender: Female
Abilities: Taking after her chosen identity Catena, meaning "chains" or "fetters" in Latin, she has the ability to restrict any type of physical freedom in a subject by inhibiting certain bodily functions using her mind. (Including but not limited to, by picturing nerve endings in the spine, she can temporarily restrict their movements and thereby paralyzing her subject.) She is also adept with poisons and has a wide knowledge of the weaknesses of the human body both mentally and physically.
Appearance:

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She has a very tired look to her and appears very world weary, a strange look on someone so young. She is thin with defined features and a strong but modest stature. She is very reserved about dressing and would call little attention to herself. She wears her black hair in a french braid and her grey eyes are intelligent but often appear lost in thought. She dresses simply and practically for combat, wearing a basic black suit built for utility. Her mask is what makes her recognisable.

Personality:

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She speaks very well, given her intelligence and worldliness, however she does not speak unless she believes something needs to be said. She is very subtle and will leave much communication up to body language and actions rather than words. She works strictly behind the scenes in every sense and, though she has a sense of independence when it comes to creativity and problem solving, she easily cooperates with others. She has a dark sense of humor and enjoys the creative freedom that her powers grant her. In some ways she has a slightly warped moral compass and will rely on logic and reasoning over feelings and emotions as she holds justice over mercy.

History:

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She began studying medicine at a very young age and got deeply involved in the politics of the medical field. As she matured, she began to notice how much medical science relied on the manipulation of power and money and, at first, welcomed it as a way to rise through the ranks to the position of a young surgeon, a prestigious level of medicine for a young woman to reach. She discovered her powers when she noticed her incredible affinity for pinpointing patient's problems, and her ability to work her powers into use in the operating room. Eventually though, she began to see the immorality of treating patients as tools in a greater game and rejected the field altogether, turning to vigilante work.

Other: Though she is a valuable asset offensively and defensively, she often works with the team on a different level by acting as both the mediator and the psychologist as well as dealing with physical conditioning and therapy when members are injured.

Love it, thanks for joining. Will get the SB up and running after a few more people join.

Honestly, I'm not stalking you Crow.

Name: Isabelle Ser
Superhero identity: Umbra
Age: 19
Gender: Female

Appearence: (Images included at bottom) In reality, and normal every day life, Isabelle is a long haired ginger girl who is actually quite the 'dork'. She's apoximatley 5'9" in height and is terribly pale in skin colour. In her Watchmen guise she wears an outfit inspired by her favourite videogame: Assassin's Creed.

Abilities: Her brain and body recact faster than anyone else's, meaning her senses are constantly on overload. She can observe a situation in miliseconds and be reacting while others arounds her are still prossesing what's going on, but she does not have superhuman speed (Just felt I had ut that in) She also trained herself in a few martial arts through internet videos but her style is far more raw than traditional martial artists.

Personality: She's quite proud and is a little too serious at times, but is open to having a laugh and is very loyal to her fellow Watchmen.

History: As a child Isabelle never really had a family, she lived with her dad after her parents went through a rough divorce but he eventually became a constant drunk leaving Isabelle to fight for herself. From this she gained a strong sense of independence and became incredibly proud of herself. At the age of 15 she managed to get a decent paying job and thus started her videogame craze. She became Umbra two years latter.

Other: She has a taser in the form of revolver strapped to her left thigh.

Hi guys, I'll probably start this up if we can get one or two more people. So tell your friends!

Name: Professor Olimide Perou

Superhero identity: Pandemic

Age: 32

Gender: Male

Appearance:

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6 feet 2 inches.

Abilities (Doesn't have to be a superpower!): Pandemic has an extremely logical mind, and due to an expiriment that he performed on himself, no longer contains sentiment of any kind. Because of this, Olimide is insensitive to anything he does, and is not affected by pain. Furthermore, he has inhuman indurance and stamina, and has a greater access to his strength than others. However, due to the lack of pain in his nerves, he can take serious damage without knowledge of doing so.

Personality: As said before, Pandemic doesn't have emotions, so he can be very offensive a lot of the time. He is extremely devoted to his biological experiments, in which he attempts (and occasionally succeeds) to forge lethal biological weaponry to test on involuntary human subjects.

History: Originally a biological weapons engineer, Olimide's laboratory was shut down by the American government. His history ends there, nobody knows much about him.

Other: Up for love? Definitely not. His primary weapon is a heavy titanium baton attached to his belt. Never removes his mask in the prescence of others.

Well now we have our five watchmen, I might bully my friend into joining but otherwise I would say we're ready to start. People can still join for the next week, no more after 3rd April. I'll kick it off and we'll see where we go...

Snake

Snake stood in the centre of his parent's dusty old apartment, eyeing his childhood medals. He did not remember getting a single one of them; his entire past was becoming increasingly blurred with each passing day. Still, the memory of his father's face in the hospital mortuary stuck like glue, the tack in his mind around which everything else orbited.
The ticking clock irritated the back of his mind, as it had every time he had visited. Whether or not the persistent chiming had irked him so as a child, he was unsure, but he tolerated the noise, unwilling to change a single thing in the room. It was his own time capsule, where he could come to try and remember what had been.
The clock struck midnight. Snake wheeled and stalked away, rolling his shoulders to warm his body, much as he would for any other fight.
The street was full of criminals, and it was time for them to pay.

Catena~
I stood in the shadows watching one man making his way around the darkened city. I had been tracking him for the day and his situation hit me very close to home. He was the cause of death for three young women, prostitutes none the less, but I respected them in a strange kind of way. He was a lead surgeon at the hospital I worked at during the day, and the man I had entrusted my position to when I stepped down to become a Family Practice doctor. I thought I could trust him, but then again, you never know with doctors anymore.

If I had known he was performing abortions on the street I would have watched him earlier. Those operations should have been performed with the utmost care and respect in a sanitary hospital for the safety of all involved. Instead he had found a closed warehouse and stolen soiled tools from the hospital's refuse. I'm sure it was money that had driven him, otherwise he would have been more careful. All three of the woman bled to death or died of blood infection. It was time to put him down.

I followed him back to his house and watched him turn on the radio as he prepared his dinner. I stepped closer to him and slowly shut down his body one system at at time. I suspended all but what was necessary to keep him on the brink of life. I stood over him as he stared up at me. I relished in his helplessness, knowing that he was feeling the same way the three woman had felt before their death. Then I stopped his heart and left the house.

After any operation like this I had to go for a walk. Still dressed in my vigilante attire I wandered through the shadows of the city, hoping to walk off some of the adrenaline that had built up during the job.

Umbra

"Bye Dad!" I called over my shoulder as I practically ran out of the door. My black satchel was bluging with my new outfit as I ran to my little hide out. My Dad kinda slurred a reply but it was uncomprihensable; he was drink himself to death sooner or later...

The city was beauftiful at night. Dark, mysterious... Everything that I would want from a relationship, the only difference been I had to protect the city rather than him protect me from the big bad world. A big bad world I knew only too well already. I pearched on top of a building looking over the city, deciding where to go and what do now. Finally I jumped off the edge, activating my own mini parachute on the way down creating a leap of faith from Assassin's Creed. As it happend, I landed in the midddle of a drug master dealing out to his couriers...
"Hi," I said, "I'm Umbra and I'll be kicking your asses this evening. Any questions? No? Then lets begin." They swarmed me but they weren't the biggest group I'd ever fought.