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Player Nickname: Wayne, Gunther
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Character Origin:
Raised as the third and final member of a family in a growing everyone-knows-everyone town in the Virginia Mountains, Gunther had always been encouraged and driven toward greatness. Athleticism? He excelled in any sport he played, becoming a star Football player and shortly after a star Baseball player, he earned medals and ribbons all throughout his years of schooling and eventually had been hailed as a prodigy in the making - Institutions everywhere would've fought to have him on their sports rosters, though he'd not go. Gunther, while not having been raised to be ambitious, was. His hunger for greatness, or rather for the betterment of himself lead him to the enlisting of himself into the Navy, a decision that would forever change the course of his life. Within a year of graduation as valedictorian of his class, he'd be bused off to a training base where he'd learn new skills and hone all of his old ones.
Weeks passed and he excelled in any given scenario forced upon him by his instructors to the point even they were impressed. Gunther seemingly had a natural aptitude toward anything involving physical strain, and showed little change in aptitude toward any academic problem they tossed his way - any challenge was one he strove to beat, any obstacle something he sought tirelessly to overcome. By the end of his basic training he'd been referred to the SEAL program, and immediately after graduation was bused once more to BUD/S.
Almost right after his graduation the government put him to use in special operations that saw his years fly by, until eventually in his mid-thirties he'd be honorably discharged, though for what he will not share with anyone. Returning home to his now large Virginia town he chose to move deeper into the Mountains, where isolation was guaranteed; He only ventured out in order to gather what little supplies he could not forage in the wilderness, such as toilet paper and other such necessities. Months rolled into years, very rarely would he be seen trekking about in the town he'd once known to be so small and simple.
One night, when watching the night sky and taking in the stars a concussive boom lifted to the air like artillery fire, Gunther having watched in shock a comet-like object strike just a mile or so from his home, deeper into the woods. Gathering up his flashlight and shotgun, an 8-gauge passed down through the family, he ventured bravely into the wilderness he knew so well to discover what had made such a sound upon impact. What he discovered would change his life forever.
A cube that was as large as his head sat nestled in a crater of black, humming with energy that pulsed through red markings all along its surface. Curiosity called to Gunther in the form of whispers, beckoning him to touch the object he'd discovered. At war with himself, he could determine already this object he'd stumbled upon was unique - the markings demanded he know that much about it at least. When he went to fumble with his cell phone to alert authorities, he stopped himself and thought; Give this to the government to weaponize, or use whatever it is for myself? The choice was obvious. With an outstretching hand he touched the cool metal of the box, and was immediately clung to. He drew back in fear and choked out a startled cry as the metal followed the path of his finger as it whipped through the air, the cube thinning out into a string that would sink against his body until eventually he'd be coated with armor, gifted with an axe he'd never seen before and a lantern at his left hip.
Something roused in Gunther this day, something that opened his eyes. There was a war to be fought, and he'd just become a soldier again. All the stories of meta-humans, of aliens trying to invade the world came back to him right then and there in one big wave that made him, for the first time in a long time, have hope. As twisted as it might be, he felt a new purpose in fighting these creatures, in killing these creatures.
In time, Gunther would learn to use the tools this armor provided to him, he would learn its limitations and its gifts so that he could travel the States and fight crime, all manners of evil.
Model / Actor's name: Zachary Quinto
Name: Redacted (Gunther W. Lancer)
Alter Ego: Huntsman, Laughing Man
Age: 42
Birthday: 9/22/74
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Height: 6'5"
Weight: 230 lbs
Hair:
Dark Brown
Eyes:
Dark brown
Physique: Large frame of course due to his height and previous occupations, Gunther has worked to achieve the pinnacle of human condition all his life and is still considered in his prime even at the age of 42. Built like a modern day "Strong Man" body builder, he's not just lean muscle - he's raw physical power and fury. As large as he is, he retains the ability to be graceful and maneuver about in a fight unhindered by size and his weight.
Training: Military basic training, BUD/S, Bajiquan, Krav Maga, Combat Jiujitsu, Muay Thai, Boxing, Interrogation, Hunting/Tracking, Mechanics, Engineering, Indomitable Will, Marksmanship, Enhanced Vitality, Extraordinary Pain Tolerance, Strategist/Tactician, Extensive Medical Knowledge, Close Quarters Combat, Deep-Sea Diving/Combat Diving, Swimming, Disciplined Mind and Body.
Equipment: Full-Body Power Armor (Pressurized and Seal-able, capable of handling submergence and places of zero gravity, ergo space and similar environs, made of Kevlar and Depleted Promethium), 9mm Handgun, Ka-Bar USMC Combat Knife (Made of same material as armor, Depleted Promethium) 8-Gauge Shotgun (Slug/Gaulbo Steel Slug, Flechette munition types. Mounted Bayonet), Arsenal 40x46 mm MSGL (Grenade Launcher, Impact Grenade munitions), Magna-Boots (Automatically polarize to surfaces, allowing traversal across them), Shock Gloves (Lethal to Non-Lethal amperage), Grapnel Gun (Wrist mounted, allows for quick movement), Promethium Axe (Capable of being super-heated and maintaining integrity, allows for cutting through most surfaces like paper), Lantern (Can be shot, in which case a raging fire will explode outward and consume anything it touches), Customized Harness for Ka-Bar.
Description
Appearance: In the event of him not having any armor, he will wear attire appropriate for the location (At the beach? Swim trunks.). Though almost any time he's out of his armor, which will be rare, he will be wearing black cargo pants with the legs tucked into black steel-toed combat boots, a dark brown box-frame buckled belt with a black long-sleeve shirt (Sleeves will usually be rolled to his elbows). Beneath his shirt lying vertical on his spine in its custom harness is his Ka-Bar. Dark brown buzzed hair, dark brown eyes and beard, scar running diagonally from right hip to left shoulder at the front of his body. Heavily scarred knuckles and forearms, patterned like barbed wire on forearms. Gunther is at the pinnacle of human conditioning, and therefor has extraordinary strength, a feature not properly portrayed by his stature and physique.
Personality: Introverted and cautious, very observant and calculated. Boisterous and rowdy to those he considers friends.
Significant relationships
Wife - None
Daughter- None
Son - None
Parents - Deceased
Grandparents - Deceased
Batman - Gunther respects Batman greatly for his prowess as both a combatant and a detective, admiring that he, the only notably human member of the League will hold his ground against both League and the foes of often extraterrestrial origins. If there is anyone Gunther would stay his hand for, it would be Batman - his opinion, to Gunther, holds great weight.
(Person name) - (title or role of the character)
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Vehicles
No vehicle
Vehicle Name: None
Type: None
Armaments: None
Armor type: None
Abilities: None
Audition post
The symphonic screaming of scum had begun to seep its way into Huntsman's ears for a while now, where they would stay as he razed flesh and bone with the heavy blade of his cruelly-designed axe, the meaty thunk of dismembered limbs striking the ground one after another caught him and suspended him in a state of limbo where his thoughts might focus and cultivate, guiding his proficient hand with the blade of his axe in tow to rip apart the mortality of the criminal scum he'd caught plundering the virginal riches of a young woman now long-gone from this scene of brutality. Huntsman wouldn't dare to rip such filth apart before the eyes of innocence onlookers, and so he'd tossed this middle-aged, mildly obese heap of meat down the streets of Gotham carelessly until he'd found a suitable, scummy alleyway that they'd not be disturbed in.
Gunther knew oh so well that Gotham was someone else's territory - someone 'Big Time'. He'd been hoping that that particular someone might find him so that they could talk, though he knew that his methods wouldn't be ones Batman'd approve of. They both stood on different sides of the spectrum, though both were united and fought under the same banner: Justice. That's why with the fourth swing of his axe, the balding head of this captured criminal rolled with a meaty splash into the gutter water of the alley's paved flooring so that his blood might pool about Gunther's booted feet and the slumping body it'd once been circulating through. The vigilante hadn't experienced any trouble in hauling this tub of lard and filth through the streets, struggling as he had, to throw him into his place of death, and so his armored chest wouldn't move sporadically like it might for someone who'd be breathing hard, no his chest moved rhythmically up and down to show his breathing was steady and paced, controlled.
Dark brown eyes watched from behind the immaculately designed visor of his face plate the blood soak into Gotham's seedy bedding until it ran thoroughly through most of the cracks in the pavement before the man they belonged to turned in an about-face to exit the alleyway, the blade of his axe sizzling quite literally as heat expunged the pig's grimy life essence from its proud metal surface, evaporating into the misty Gotham night around him. Street lamps illuminated what was already distinguishable; A horn, singular in design, arching up from his forehead with a glowing tip and shaft and a broad set of shoulders, and a hood that sat easily on what could be the armored man's nape. Swinging limp at his left hip a strangely colored lantern, its glow eerie as it bathed the ground around his feet in its magenta hue - even a soft creak of a hinge could be heard as it swung at the movement of his legs, the subtle transitioning of weight from booted foot to booted foot. Gotham would learn to fear The Huntsman as it had learned to fear The Bat.
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Player Nickname: Wayne, Gunther
Profile URL: Adding this within two days if that's alright.
Do you want other role players to give you feed back?: Yes
Which DCU Earth are you applying to?: Earth 4 (Default for Batman Inc. Leave this alone)
Please link the URL to our rule page to confirm you have read them. Here or JLA Forum (http://dcdarkestnight.proboards.com/thread/283/dcu-rules-4th-annual-revision)
Please link the URL to our activity policy to confirm you have read it. Can be found on the JLA forum. (http://justiceleaguerp.proboards.com/thread/327/activity-policy-leave-absence-request)
Character Origin:
Raised as the third and final member of a family in a growing everyone-knows-everyone town in the Virginia Mountains, Gunther had always been encouraged and driven toward greatness. Athleticism? He excelled in any sport he played, becoming a star Football player and shortly after a star Baseball player, he earned medals and ribbons all throughout his years of schooling and eventually had been hailed as a prodigy in the making - Institutions everywhere would've fought to have him on their sports rosters, though he'd not go. Gunther, while not having been raised to be ambitious, was. His hunger for greatness, or rather for the betterment of himself lead him to the enlisting of himself into the Navy, a decision that would forever change the course of his life. Within a year of graduation as valedictorian of his class, he'd be bused off to a training base where he'd learn new skills and hone all of his old ones.
Weeks passed and he excelled in any given scenario forced upon him by his instructors to the point even they were impressed. Gunther seemingly had a natural aptitude toward anything involving physical strain, and showed little change in aptitude toward any academic problem they tossed his way - any challenge was one he strove to beat, any obstacle something he sought tirelessly to overcome. By the end of his basic training he'd been referred to the SEAL program, and immediately after graduation was bused once more to BUD/S.
Almost right after his graduation the government put him to use in special operations that saw his years fly by, until eventually in his mid-thirties he'd be honorably discharged, though for what he will not share with anyone. Returning home to his now large Virginia town he chose to move deeper into the Mountains, where isolation was guaranteed; He only ventured out in order to gather what little supplies he could not forage in the wilderness, such as toilet paper and other such necessities. Months rolled into years, very rarely would he be seen trekking about in the town he'd once known to be so small and simple.
One night, when watching the night sky and taking in the stars a concussive boom lifted to the air like artillery fire, Gunther having watched in shock a comet-like object strike just a mile or so from his home, deeper into the woods. Gathering up his flashlight and shotgun, an 8-gauge passed down through the family, he ventured bravely into the wilderness he knew so well to discover what had made such a sound upon impact. What he discovered would change his life forever.
A cube that was as large as his head sat nestled in a crater of black, humming with energy that pulsed through red markings all along its surface. Curiosity called to Gunther in the form of whispers, beckoning him to touch the object he'd discovered. At war with himself, he could determine already this object he'd stumbled upon was unique - the markings demanded he know that much about it at least. When he went to fumble with his cell phone to alert authorities, he stopped himself and thought; Give this to the government to weaponize, or use whatever it is for myself? The choice was obvious. With an outstretching hand he touched the cool metal of the box, and was immediately clung to. He drew back in fear and choked out a startled cry as the metal followed the path of his finger as it whipped through the air, the cube thinning out into a string that would sink against his body until eventually he'd be coated with armor, gifted with an axe he'd never seen before and a lantern at his left hip.
Something roused in Gunther this day, something that opened his eyes. There was a war to be fought, and he'd just become a soldier again. All the stories of meta-humans, of aliens trying to invade the world came back to him right then and there in one big wave that made him, for the first time in a long time, have hope. As twisted as it might be, he felt a new purpose in fighting these creatures, in killing these creatures.
In time, Gunther would learn to use the tools this armor provided to him, he would learn its limitations and its gifts so that he could travel the States and fight crime, all manners of evil.
Model / Actor's name: Zachary Quinto
Name: Redacted (Gunther W. Lancer)
Alter Ego: Huntsman, Laughing Man
Age: 42
Birthday: 9/22/74
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Height: 6'5"
Weight: 230 lbs
Hair:
Dark Brown
Eyes:
Dark brown
Physique: Large frame of course due to his height and previous occupations, Gunther has worked to achieve the pinnacle of human condition all his life and is still considered in his prime even at the age of 42. Built like a modern day "Strong Man" body builder, he's not just lean muscle - he's raw physical power and fury. As large as he is, he retains the ability to be graceful and maneuver about in a fight unhindered by size and his weight.
Training: Military basic training, BUD/S, Bajiquan, Krav Maga, Combat Jiujitsu, Muay Thai, Boxing, Interrogation, Hunting/Tracking, Mechanics, Engineering, Indomitable Will, Marksmanship, Enhanced Vitality, Extraordinary Pain Tolerance, Strategist/Tactician, Extensive Medical Knowledge, Close Quarters Combat, Deep-Sea Diving/Combat Diving, Swimming, Disciplined Mind and Body.
Equipment: Full-Body Power Armor (Pressurized and Seal-able, capable of handling submergence and places of zero gravity, ergo space and similar environs, made of Kevlar and Depleted Promethium), 9mm Handgun, Ka-Bar USMC Combat Knife (Made of same material as armor, Depleted Promethium) 8-Gauge Shotgun (Slug/Gaulbo Steel Slug, Flechette munition types. Mounted Bayonet), Arsenal 40x46 mm MSGL (Grenade Launcher, Impact Grenade munitions), Magna-Boots (Automatically polarize to surfaces, allowing traversal across them), Shock Gloves (Lethal to Non-Lethal amperage), Grapnel Gun (Wrist mounted, allows for quick movement), Promethium Axe (Capable of being super-heated and maintaining integrity, allows for cutting through most surfaces like paper), Lantern (Can be shot, in which case a raging fire will explode outward and consume anything it touches), Customized Harness for Ka-Bar.
Description
Appearance: In the event of him not having any armor, he will wear attire appropriate for the location (At the beach? Swim trunks.). Though almost any time he's out of his armor, which will be rare, he will be wearing black cargo pants with the legs tucked into black steel-toed combat boots, a dark brown box-frame buckled belt with a black long-sleeve shirt (Sleeves will usually be rolled to his elbows). Beneath his shirt lying vertical on his spine in its custom harness is his Ka-Bar. Dark brown buzzed hair, dark brown eyes and beard, scar running diagonally from right hip to left shoulder at the front of his body. Heavily scarred knuckles and forearms, patterned like barbed wire on forearms. Gunther is at the pinnacle of human conditioning, and therefor has extraordinary strength, a feature not properly portrayed by his stature and physique.
Personality: Introverted and cautious, very observant and calculated. Boisterous and rowdy to those he considers friends.
Significant relationships
Wife - None
Daughter- None
Son - None
Parents - Deceased
Grandparents - Deceased
Batman - Gunther respects Batman greatly for his prowess as both a combatant and a detective, admiring that he, the only notably human member of the League will hold his ground against both League and the foes of often extraterrestrial origins. If there is anyone Gunther would stay his hand for, it would be Batman - his opinion, to Gunther, holds great weight.
(Person name) - (title or role of the character)
(Person name) - (title or role of the character)
Vehicles
No vehicle
Vehicle Name: None
Type: None
Armaments: None
Armor type: None
Abilities: None
Audition post
The symphonic screaming of scum had begun to seep its way into Huntsman's ears for a while now, where they would stay as he razed flesh and bone with the heavy blade of his cruelly-designed axe, the meaty thunk of dismembered limbs striking the ground one after another caught him and suspended him in a state of limbo where his thoughts might focus and cultivate, guiding his proficient hand with the blade of his axe in tow to rip apart the mortality of the criminal scum he'd caught plundering the virginal riches of a young woman now long-gone from this scene of brutality. Huntsman wouldn't dare to rip such filth apart before the eyes of innocence onlookers, and so he'd tossed this middle-aged, mildly obese heap of meat down the streets of Gotham carelessly until he'd found a suitable, scummy alleyway that they'd not be disturbed in.
Gunther knew oh so well that Gotham was someone else's territory - someone 'Big Time'. He'd been hoping that that particular someone might find him so that they could talk, though he knew that his methods wouldn't be ones Batman'd approve of. They both stood on different sides of the spectrum, though both were united and fought under the same banner: Justice. That's why with the fourth swing of his axe, the balding head of this captured criminal rolled with a meaty splash into the gutter water of the alley's paved flooring so that his blood might pool about Gunther's booted feet and the slumping body it'd once been circulating through. The vigilante hadn't experienced any trouble in hauling this tub of lard and filth through the streets, struggling as he had, to throw him into his place of death, and so his armored chest wouldn't move sporadically like it might for someone who'd be breathing hard, no his chest moved rhythmically up and down to show his breathing was steady and paced, controlled.
Dark brown eyes watched from behind the immaculately designed visor of his face plate the blood soak into Gotham's seedy bedding until it ran thoroughly through most of the cracks in the pavement before the man they belonged to turned in an about-face to exit the alleyway, the blade of his axe sizzling quite literally as heat expunged the pig's grimy life essence from its proud metal surface, evaporating into the misty Gotham night around him. Street lamps illuminated what was already distinguishable; A horn, singular in design, arching up from his forehead with a glowing tip and shaft and a broad set of shoulders, and a hood that sat easily on what could be the armored man's nape. Swinging limp at his left hip a strangely colored lantern, its glow eerie as it bathed the ground around his feet in its magenta hue - even a soft creak of a hinge could be heard as it swung at the movement of his legs, the subtle transitioning of weight from booted foot to booted foot. Gotham would learn to fear The Huntsman as it had learned to fear The Bat.
Supervillain Plot and Story written for the Roleplay (All other characters can remove this section)
It is a requirement that Leading villains create a story that forces the heroes into action. By now you should have seen the "Story Guide" section
(Story arc title)
Heroes: (The Heroes you want involved)
Villains: (The villains or key side-kicks you want involved)
Plot: (A summary of what the RP is about)
(Story arc title)
Heroes: (The Heroes you want involved)
Villains: (The villains or key side-kicks you want involved)
Plot: (A summary of what the RP is about)