June 8, 2012.
Moving through the revolving door, you enter the waiting room and quickly walk toward the receptionist's desk. Each step you take clomps loudly on the stainless floor tiles under you, and you can feel your heart rapidly beating in between each step. The receptionist, a graying old lady, is currently on the phone and holds a finger up at you, motioning for you to wait until she's done with her call. Time passes by as you nervously fidget with your fingers, seconds agonizingly pass as seemingly as fast as minutes. Finally, though, the receptionist finishes her call and hangs up, before turning back to you and smiling warmly.
"Good morning, sir, what can I help you with today?"
Swallowing your saliva and adjusting the neck of your shirt, you quickly respond that you're here for a job interview with a Mr. Roscoe Sweeney.
"One moment, sweetheart," she says as she opens up something on her computer. You watch as she types into the computer, impatiently tapping your knee. Eventually, the receptionist finds your name and your appointment before grabbing a nearby landline
"Mr. Sweeney will be with you shortly, but in the meantime, please fill out this form Mr. Sweeny said to give to you," she says, handing to you a fountain ink pen and a form.
Taking the pen and paper, you nod and thank her before walking up to one of the nearby tables. Grabbing a nearby chair and dragging it to the table, you sit down and start writing down the necessary information.
[][Name]
-[] Write-in.
[][Gender]
-[] Male.
-[] Female.
[][Appearance]
-[] Write-in or provide a picture.
[][Age]
-[] 18-28.
[][Nationality]
-[] "Latveria" Born under the oppressive rule of Victor Von Doom to one of his most fervent critics, you grew up with a spirit of freedom firmly instilled inside you. Your disdain for tyranny only grew when you helplessly watched your mother and father being dragged away in the middle of the night, never to be seen again. When you grew up, you joined a like-minded group of freedom fighters. Carrying out acts of defiance against Doom whenever and wherever you could, to varying results, your group would for a short time prove to be a small, yet persistent, thorn in Doom's ankle. Eventually, though, mounting pressure from the army against your group proved too strong, and you had to flee the country and seek life elsewhere in a freer land. (Gain the Trait: Freedom Fighter)
-[] "Wakanda" Once upon a time, you had been the heir to one of Wakanda's richest and most powerful noble families. Prodigious in your work and studies, all those who met you proclaimed that you would someday become one of Wakanda's greatest leaders. All that promise and potential came crashing down, however, when you angered the wrong person at the wrong time. Framed for murder, you were judged guilty and exiled from Wakanda, sentenced to never return to your homeland. (Gain the Trait: Disgraced Scion)
-[] "Madripoor" Growing up as a homeless orphan in Madripoor, life was rough. In a nation ruled by murderers and mobsters, you did as the old saying went; if you can't beat 'em, join them. So that's exactly what you did to survive. Eventually, though, after years of pickpocketing, drug dealing, mugging, and thievery, you had had enough of Madripoor. Determined to get out of the dump that people called a "City of the Future," you sneaked aboard a ship heading to America (Gain the Trait: Career Criminal)
A/N:
Hey SV. So, here's another quest I'm making. Hopefully, I'll be able to actually finish this one. Also, this will be a true mook quest for now; you have no powers to speak of unless you get into a terrible accident, a science experiment goes horribly wrong, or you just use fancy gadgets instead.
Also, there will be a lot of experimentation with possible mechanics here, so player feedback is something that makes me really happy.
Also, also, updates can be infrequent at times, unfortunately, but I'll try my best.