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ideal world an alternate universe marvel + dc roleplay
synopsis The world is once again in an age of heroes. After the events of New York, the world has been in chaos, with threats to the world's safety coming more often than they ever have. SHIELD could no longer conceal the presence of metahumans, and when they fell, taken down from the inside by Hydra, they left humanity vulnerable to threats it never could have imagined, until the forces of evil managed to rupture the divide between universes. With the fate of the world balancing upon the shoulders of these rising heroes, just where will your place be in this new ideal world?

ideal world is an alternate universe Marvel + DC roleplay hosted on Jcink Premium since December 2016. Set following the events of Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Justice League, and X-Men: Apocalypse, we are based primarily within the cinematic universes but with more than enough flexibility to allow for inspiration to be drawn from other sources, such as comics, video games, television series, animated shows, and more. We pride ourselves on our relaxed environment and easy-going nature to create a safe and welcoming community for all of our members.
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 Trespassers, robbie (cole)
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Vicki Vale
Vicki Vale
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posted on Dec 15 2017, 12:26 PM
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we are the children of arkham

It was the subtle alarm that flashed through her earpiece that alerted her to trouble, and Vicki stilled for a moment, her eyes narrowing behind her mask. Could it be the Bat? But no. She was doing good work, the sort of thing that the Batman would likely approve of, even if he wasn't the same Child that he likely had been in her world (because there had been no doubt in her mind, not after she had glanced at him and seen the stark lines, the vicious methods, something so akin to her own methods). But then, even if it were the Bat, he likely would not take kindly to her Children, if past history was any indication. She hesitated a moment longer, toying with the plans, before she nodded to her lieutenants. "Clear out," she instructed simply. "I'll deal with this."

Her hand tightened on her staff as she turned on her heel, flexing the fingers of her free hand and tapping her boots against the stone side of the railing to check that the things were properly outfitted for a spar with the Bat. She could keep up with him, sure, but she had to strain through some of the motions, even with her gear designed to enhance her capabilities, and bouts with him had always left her sore afterwards, albeit pleasantly so in the morning, when she woke with the marks of their fight blossoming across her skin as though remnants of another kind of fight. She jumped over the side of the last landing to the staircase, landing heavily with the thump of metal on concrete, and moved swiftly, her thumb flicking off the safety to her staff, which prompted it to hum slightly in her hand, comforting, as she came through to the other area of the warehouse where the Children of Arkham had gathered to discuss and sort through some of their resources to distribute to those within the ranks who had need of them.

Except that this.... was not Batman. It drew her up short when she saw the figure with the flaming skull, and her eyes widened behind the mask before she clenched her hand tightly. She could not afford to hesitate. The people in power never did when they threatened her Children. "You are trespassing," she stated as she stepped out, the modulator of her mask disguising her voice as completely as it always did. "You're not welcome here. Leave."

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Robbie Reyes
Robbie Reyes
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posted on Dec 18 2017, 02:07 AM
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AND I DIED. AND THERE'S NOTHING. IT'S JUST DARKNESS. then i heard a voice. it was asking me if i wanted a second chance. Robbie was still hanging around Gotham City. The Rider still wanted to be here and he wasn't one to argue with the demon living inside him. The Rider still wanted to punish the citizens of this city and there were a few that Robbie was even nervous about. It didn't matter what happened to him, but if anyone found out his true identity, which the Rider really wasn't concerned about, then Gabe, Robbie’s younger brother, could get caught in the crossfire. This was entirely possible, especially since the Rider was after big names in Gotham. These names were people who had power, people who pretty much ran this city or had some say in where things went. It was corrupt, and the sinners of this place was what the Rider hated most.Robbie drove the Hell Charger to the next location, which he wasn't even sure that there would be anyone here that the Rider wanted, though he could always be wrong. Robbie stepped out of the charger after waiting a few minutes and his eyes narrowed. Robbie started walking towards the building where he saw a masked guard. β€œWhat the hell?” He asked himself, just staring at the guy from the shadows. The Batman, the hero of this city, wasn't the only one who hides in the shadows. Robbie stepped forward and pulled the chain off of his shoulder. He was able to wrap it around the guard in one toss and pulled him closer to him. Robbie then felt everything burning. The Rider was coming out, showing his true self. Thank goodness for that. His right hand wrapped around the terrorist’s mouth as he pulled him closer. The flesh started to burn beneath his grasp. The Rider was burning the man alive beneath his hold. The man was soon nothing but ash. The Rider, now visible as a flaming skull.The Rider made his way inside and he looked around. He had heard a voice that told him he was trespassing and that he wasn't welcome here. The Rider just stared at the masked figure. He was the silent type, not really one to talk to anyone. Heck, he rarely talked to Robbie. Robbie placed a hand on his forehead. He felt the Rider changing him back, holding back. It was so that they could talk to Lady Arkham. Robbie stood before the figure in front of him, not a flaming skull anymore. He was back to his regular self, almost. His eyes were still burning, and he knew that she could probably see that. It was a warning that if she were to attack him, he would immediately change back and unleash all the power that he had to kill her. It was strange though. It was almost as if the Rider just wanted to scare her anyway and not necessarily kill her.β€œYeah, try telling him that.” Robbie muttered under his breath as he stared at her. β€œI’m here as a warning. I dont think the other guy likes what you are doing very much.” Robbie stated, not really knowing what kind of message the Rider wanted to give her. Usually a bunch of dead, burnt bodies was the message, not actual words. for Vicki Vale any notes go here, keep brief & .redhandtemp { position: relative;font-family:'Roboto Condensed',sans-serif; width:375px; margin: 0 auto 30px; padding:20px; text-align:center; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/Jv6Flp6.png); border:5px solid #FFF; box-shadow:0 0 0 1px #E7E7E7; } .redhandtemp img { max-width:375px; display:block; margin:0 auto 30px; border:5px solid #FFF; box-shadow:0 0 0 1px #E7E7E7; } .redhandtemp h1, .redhandtemp h2, .redhandtemp h3 { font-weight:normal; margin:0; padding:0; line-height:1em; text-shadow:1px 1px #FFF; } .redhandtemp h1, .redhandtemp h3 { font-size:13px; font-family:'Monda', sans-serif; text-transform:uppercase; letter-spacing:0.2em; margin:0 0 -5px; color:#474747; } .redhandtemp h2 { color:#842521; border-bottom:1px solid; margin:0 0; height: 21px; line-height: 25px; } .redhandtemp h2 span { background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/Jv6Flp6.png); padding:0 15px; text-transform:lowercase; position:relative; top:8px; font-size:22px; font-family:'Great Vibes',cursive; } .redhandtemp h3 { letter-spacing:0.05em; margin-top:16px; }.redhandtemp p { color: #333; text-align:justify; font-size:12px; padding:0 10px; }.redhandtemp p:last-of-type { margin-bottom:30px; } .redhandtemp p:first-of-type { margin-top:42px; } .redhandtemp b,.redhandtemp q { color:#9F2F2B; font-weight:normal; text-shadow: 1px 1px #FFF} .zeddit { position: absolute; bottom: -30px; left: 0; right: 0; }
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years old
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year old
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Vicki Vale
Vicki Vale
β€” guest
posted on Dec 20 2017, 07:16 PM
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we are the children of arkham

Vicki's hand tightened around her staff, and for once, she was rather glad for the totality of her mask; it allowed for her to conceal the lingering unease pooling in her gut, the bone-deep return to the flight-or-fight response as she stood down the flaming figure. Her Children were behind her, moving things now that they'd been found out, and she refused to abandon them to their fate. Not when so many had done the same to them. She was their protector. She merely had to hold her own until she got the all-clear from her lieutenants.

Her back straightened a touch when she saw the way that the flames melted down the figure's body, revealing the form of a man beneath the fire, and she felt the leather of her gloves strain for a moment before she easily shifted her weight so she could kick the boosters in her heels if she needed to. She was ready for a fight, if he decided to bring one, her stance every inch as much of an acknowledgement of the tension as the burning fire in his own eyes.

She raised an eyebrow behind her mask, eyes flickering around while the mask betrayed nothing for a moment, Vicki waiting a few beats to take in the scene before she spoke once again, using the impassive face of her mask to cloak her emotions, pretend that she was unphased by his appearance. Gotham had seen its share of strangeness, she supposed, but nothing like that of a burning man, not as far as she could recall. "Well, my Children and I don't like that you decided to take care of one of our own," she retorted simply, head held high and proud, as though she wasn't being confronted where she was vulnerable. "Who are you to come before the Children of Arkham?"

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posted on Jan 7 2018, 01:47 AM
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AND I DIED. AND THERE'S NOTHING. IT'S JUST DARKNESS. then i heard a voice. it was asking me if i wanted a second chance. Robbie stared at the masked figure and didn't know what to think right now. There was a lot of uneasiness in the room and he knew that it wasn't entirely from him. Sure, anyone would feel uneasy after seeing a flaming skeleton break into a room and kill people with a look or the touch of his hand, but mostly the fact that he was just on fire. That was one of the perks of being a demon from hell.After transforming back into his usual self, he didn't know what to think of the figure behind the mask. He knew that the Rider wanted this person, but he was kept in the dark as to why. The Rider wasn't normally like this, but this time he was. He wondered if it was because he was in a different place, and he wasn't in East Los Angeles. Maybe he had his reasons but Robbie hated when he was kept in the dark. It was still his body, but the Rider seemed to take control a little more often than he would have liked.The masked person started speaking. Robbie looked up at them, revealing one amber eye and a brown eye. His amber eye had appeared after he became possessed by the Rider. He didn't mind it, and usually just called it a condition if he was asked by a friend or someone he knew. In this case, It didnt matter since he wasn't home and had no idea who this person was. It also wasn't like this person could figure out Who he is, right?It was funny how quickly Robbie turned back into himself and wasn't in the form of the Rider anymore. The Rider never talked and made Robbie do all the talking.She mentioned she didnt like that Robbie had killed some of her men. Yeah, like Robbie had a choice in the matter. She had then asked who he was and Robbie wondered if he should even tell her who he is, but again, he wasn't from here and didn't think he should care in the end. At Least the Rider never really cared if people knew who Robbie really is, where he lives, etc."They call me the Rider." Robbie responded to the masked figure. "children of Arkham?" He then asked her curiously. for Vicki Vale any notes go here, keep brief & .redhandtemp { position: relative;font-family:'Roboto Condensed',sans-serif; width:375px; margin: 0 auto 30px; padding:20px; text-align:center; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/Jv6Flp6.png); border:5px solid #FFF; box-shadow:0 0 0 1px #E7E7E7; } .redhandtemp img { max-width:375px; display:block; margin:0 auto 30px; border:5px solid #FFF; box-shadow:0 0 0 1px #E7E7E7; } .redhandtemp h1, .redhandtemp h2, .redhandtemp h3 { font-weight:normal; margin:0; padding:0; line-height:1em; text-shadow:1px 1px #FFF; } .redhandtemp h1, .redhandtemp h3 { font-size:13px; font-family:'Monda', sans-serif; text-transform:uppercase; letter-spacing:0.2em; margin:0 0 -5px; color:#474747; } .redhandtemp h2 { color:#842521; border-bottom:1px solid; margin:0 0; height: 21px; line-height: 25px; } .redhandtemp h2 span { background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/Jv6Flp6.png); padding:0 15px; text-transform:lowercase; position:relative; top:8px; font-size:22px; font-family:'Great Vibes',cursive; } .redhandtemp h3 { letter-spacing:0.05em; margin-top:16px; }.redhandtemp p { color: #333; text-align:justify; font-size:12px; padding:0 10px; }.redhandtemp p:last-of-type { margin-bottom:30px; } .redhandtemp p:first-of-type { margin-top:42px; } .redhandtemp b,.redhandtemp q { color:#9F2F2B; font-weight:normal; text-shadow: 1px 1px #FFF} .zeddit { position: absolute; bottom: -30px; left: 0; right: 0; }
Villain
years old
Offline
45
year old
Villain
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played by Kira
Vicki Vale
Vicki Vale
β€” guest
posted on Jan 13 2018, 06:51 PM
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we are the children of arkham

Something about him seemed familiar in a way that she just couldn't place, she decided as she took in his appearance, the face and those mismatched eyes of amber and mud. She knew him in a way that brushed across her, like a ghost or returning to a high school reunion, the sort of familiarity she lived and breathed as a reporter. It wasn't the kind of tickling brush she would have known from someone in Gotham - Vicki Vale had, at one point or another, seen just about everyone in the city and rubbed elbows with almost all the ones society said she ought to admire, even if they oft ended up on the wrong side of her pen, or at least, the subject to words less than the fawning praise they felt they were due - of that much she felt certain of. She would have known if other criminals within the city limits were regularly being visited by such a nightmarish creature as the guise of the one he had first appeared to her while wearing.

The Rider. She would have to remember that, and perhaps do a little research of her own. Gotham bred all sorts from her corruption, but nothing akin to this Rider; she doubted the city had been the first time he had stepped out like this, and once the story hit, it wouldn't be unreasonable for the Gotham Gazette to be doing a bit of poking around.

The mask across her face hid her expression, the raised eyebrow and the small scowl, although it did not conceal the way her fingers slipped across the staff in her hand. She did ever so hate the reminder that she had begun from scratch in recollecting her Children. "We are the ones the city would like to forget. The poor. The sick. The ones who scrabble in the dirt and end up in the middle of the games the elite of this city like to play. The ones the bosses and the government discount, as though their lives are nothing more than garbage before their eyes." Even with the modulator to disguise her voice, the disgust seeped into her tone, poisoning it every inch as much as the smoke that cloaked the city in the morning. "Arkham's walls contain more than just those who run afoul of the Bat. We shelter these souls and seek justice for them in a city that would otherwise throw them away. We are... a revolution, if you would, and one that is long overdue."

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Ideal World was established in December 2016 as a site idea by Kira from the assorted Marvel, X-Men, and DC Cinematic Universes and with heavy inspiration from other sources, namely the original comics by Marvel and DC.

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