Post by Arthur Curry on Aug 23, 2012 22:04:45 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=valign, top][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, border: 10px solid #f1e3b4; width: 450px; background-color: #f6f7f1;][STYLE=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 36px; color: #191919; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 2px;]PERSONAL FILE[/style][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 8px; color: #FF0000; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 2px;]HIGHLY CLASSIFIED AND CONFIDENTIAL[/style][STYLE=float: right; margin: 10px 10px 0px 0px; padding: 0px; border: 10px solid #FFFFEE;][/style][STYLE= color: #000000; background: #BBDD22; font-family: courier new; font-size: 15px; text-align: center; width: 296px; margin-left: 05px; font-weight: bold; padding: 02px;]GENERAL INFORMATION[/style][STYLE=color: #191919; font-size: 10px; margin-top: 10px; margin-left: 10px;]NAME: Arthur Curry ALIAS: Aquaman, King of the Seas, King Aquaman, AC Curry GENDER: MALE AGE: 30 OCCUPATION: Adventurer, lighthouse keeper former King of Atlantis ALIGNMENT: GOOD AFFILIATION(S): Aquaman family, Carter member of Justice League [/style] [STYLE= color: #000000; background: #BBDD22; font-family: courier new; font-size: 15px; text-align: center; width: 296px; margin-left: 05px; font-weight: bold; padding: 02px;]PHYSICAL PROFILE[/style][STYLE=color: #191919; font-size: 10px; margin-top: 10px; margin-left: 10px;]HEIGHT: 6’1 WEIGHT: 325 LBS EYES: Aqua Blue HAIR: Blonde CLASSFICATION: HUMAN/ATLANTEAN HYBRID UNUSUAL FEATURES: N/A BEHAVIOR PROFILE[/style][STYLE= margin: 0px 10px 0px 10px; border: 2px solid #191919; padding: 2px; font-family: verdana; height: 125px; overflow: auto; font-size: 11px; color: #000000; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; opacity: 0.8] Arthur Curry is a product of contradictions and duality. On the one hand, thanks in no small part to a warm, working class family life in a loving single parent house hold Arthur is an amicable and personable individual. The other segment of his existence is as a feral child that would be king; the end creation of these duel lives come together to make an interesting whole, more complex than the sum of it’s parts. A warm sympathetic and kind son of a lighthouse keeper; Yet not quite the boyscout as Superman. So too is he is also stern and decisive, a competent and compassionate leader, authoritative, but more approachable than the Batman. Passionate, wondering, his natural inquisitive nature inspired in childhood and early teens a wonder lust that that took him around the oceanic world. Because of his background in a warrior culture, the murder of his father and status as a leader he is much more hard nosed and pragmatic when it comes to the meeting out of justice and punishment. He has a strong sense of honor and decency, an unflinching warrior code and code of honor. As it stands he is seen as somewhat of a hothead when pressed or an anti-hero because of his readiness to utilize lethal force. Quick to anger, slow to forgive, a passionate lover and supportive friend, he goes to incredible ends for those he dubs friend, and is far more cruel to his enemies than the super ilk he stands with would have him be. To his family he is protective, strong, loving and stern yet, to the woman he loves his fealty is unflinching and his heart passionate. All in all, he may well be considered a shrewd man, a pragmatic middle ground between the man of steel and the dark knight, though more assertive than either would be with each other. He demands from allies all he would give if so earned: respect and loyalty, the the only among the League to strike Superman and stare down Batman when he feels he’s been disrespected, dishonored or mistreated. [/style][STYLE=color: #191919; font-size: 10px; margin-top: 10px; margin-left: 10px;]DOCUMENTED HISTORY[/style][STYLE= margin: 0px 10px 0px 10px; border: 2px solid #191919; padding: 2px; font-family: verdana; height: 125px; overflow: auto; font-size: 11px; color: #000000; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; opacity: 0.8] (Brief DCNU synopsis b/c I’m not writing one covering 50 years of the char’s various incarnations, histories and retcons. From his time as an under the sea Conan to a squid faced Jesus to a water elemental Arthur has one of the most scatterbrained histories in all of comics) The man who would be Arthur Orin Curry- Aquaman started life with an auspicious birth, at least, questionably given later years. His father, a lighthouse keeper of no renown and former ship captain claimed at one point to have came upon a mermaid along the Bay and the two had a torrid love affair. As it would later turn out this woman was an Atlantean queen, bequeathing upon the young child her throne when he came of age. Arthur grew up much as any child would, with a loving father and a bright outlook despite absent mother, especially enjoying splashing about in the water and swimming at an exceedingly young age with uncanny ability. Before puberty he began to show signs of powers that would eventually propel him into the upper echelon of the super hero community, and his father searched out a famed marine biologist to help him master these new and frightening gifts. In due time Arthur mastered his abilities and their life for a time resumed happily with only occasional bouts of bittersweet sadness when Tom Curry would visit the dock where the two had engaged in their passionate tryst. Tom would insist Arthur engage in activities not involving the sea or water and as such the two vacationed frequently to various land locked areas, including the mountains to learn to ski. Arthur looks back at these fated times as the happiest in his life, gone too soon, as often such times are. This changed when Stephen Shin, the biologist that Tom enlisted to aid the young Curry with his abilities came out to the press about his experiences with the Currys. Effectively outing Arthur not only as an Atlantean/Human hybrid but the royalty of Atlantis(a revelation that not only shocked young Arthur but caused sizeable rift between father and son due to Tom’ precieved secrecy about his son’s birth) which lead to a media frenzy. In the midst of this the retreating Currys were attacked in their seclusion by the criminal known as Black Manta, who klled Tom in cold blood with a harpoon. Bitter, and angry at the glory seeking betrayal of Shin and the supposed callousness of the uncaring human masses Arthur cast of any real semblance of humanity, delving further into the depths than ever and presumably taking up the throne and title accrued to him by noble birth. For 6 long years he ruled, putting together a team of treasure seekers questing for the fabled relics of Atlantean ancient history and- on a more personal note- revenge against Black Manta. This team, dubbed “The Others” was largely successful in both endeavors, each member gaining a relic of their own- Arthur taking the trident of the first unnamed king, The trident of Poisden, as legend held- and eventually leading in some fashion to the death of the original black manta. After a time Arthur looked upon his life unfavorably and began to live it in a fashion more befitting the human family values he was raised with, namely taking up the lighthouse and charge of his late father. During this time he also met and married Mera, an assassin initially set to regicide before he won her over. Together the two form a protective vanguard over the oceans and shores of the world, saving it from all the mysteries that crawl out of the darkest trenches of the world’s deep, dank floors… The monsters on the edge of the map… [/style] [STYLE=color: #191919; font-size: 10px; margin-top: 10px; margin-left: 10px;]POWERS AND ABILITIES[/style][STYLE= margin: 0px 10px 0px 10px; border: 2px solid #191919; padding: 2px; font-family: verdana; height: 125px; overflow: auto; font-size: 11px; color: #000000; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; opacity: 0.8] KNOWN POWERS:
STRENGTH LEVEL: Aquaman’s strength is dependent on how hydrated he is and the environment he is in at the time he’s accomplishing any given feat of strength(IE on land or submersed in water). The lower end of a dehydrated Arthur is anywhere from 60 tons to lower, the higher end at 100,000 tons and significantly higher. WEAKNESSES:
(Note: Dark blue indicates Aquaman when hydrated and submersed in water. Light Blue while dehydrated. Not completely to the bare minimum of death, but low) [/style] [STYLE=color: #191919; font-size: 10px; margin-top: 10px; margin-left: 10px;]PARAPHERNALIA[/style][STYLE= margin: 0px 10px 0px 10px; border: 2px solid #191919; padding: 2px; font-family: verdana; height: 125px; overflow: auto; font-size: 11px; color: #000000; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; opacity: 0.8] EQUIPMENT: TRANSPORTATION:
WEAPONS:
[STYLE=color: #191919; font-size: 10px; margin-top: 10px; margin-left: 10px;]EXAMINATION RECORD[/style][STYLE= margin: 0px 10px 0px 10px; border: 2px solid #191919; padding: 2px; font-family: verdana; height: 125px; overflow: auto; font-size: 11px; color: #000000; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; opacity: 0.8] The warmth. The heat of the surface, the sun beating down, through windows it reached, a door ajar it would grab it him, stifling and suffocating and hurtful as the crowds restless and agitated, barking and caterwauling, clamoring out there for a sound bite. A quote. Lightbulbs, the hum of electricity coursing through cord veins of all the appliances, the glare of a great lamp atop the very peak of the lighthouse Arthur had so called home all these years, he and his father. It showed all the captains of all the ships home, didn’t matter if it rained, if it snowed, they always had that all seeing eye, always glaring, peaking from the clouds and cutting through them like a beacon of hope. As Arthur sat at the table of Amnesty bay, running hands through blonde hair, sandy from collapsing on the beach, his aqua blue eyes red and puffy laden with tears that made unbecoming paths down tanned moist cheeks, he knew his father would never come home, never have a beacon to follow back to their house. Back to life. And finally his mewling, his angered caterwauling was ceased by a man of all things. He tried to climb through the window of Arthur and Tom’s home, spouting questions Arthur didn’t care to hear as he hoisted the man ungraciously by his collar and threw him back whence he came. It was there fault! Men like him, men who cared more for personal glory and accomplishment than a good man’s life! His father was dead because of men like that! The unmitigated, unending rage that built up within the king of the seas was reaching eruption levels, as if it might well burst out of him like lava from an underwater fissure! How could they do this? His father wasn’t even cold in the ground and they cared more about his biology than the fact that the manta had killed him! Killed him in cold blood! That man, has the totality of his rage focused for but a moment on a more worthy, deserving target he thought how much he’d rend the man limb from limb as he couldn’t take it anymore! He couldn’t take them anymore, he burst through the door of his home, literally knocking it off it’s hidges in a whining squeal and a groan escaped as it collided with the nearest reporter, he hadn’t been so amazed by the masses of reporters, it was more like an endless sea of meat than the sea itself was. More than ever he felt like he was looking on a school of unending fluttering flapping fish as he shouted “What do you people want with me!” “We want to know what you are!” one of the voices let out as he hoisted up a copy of the newspaper, if ever there was an icon, an avatar of his misery it was that. He read the article outing him as heir apparent of atlantis, as a half atlantean, and so exposed it was as if that newspaper reporter had pushed the harpoon through his father’s breast. The thought shot liquid fire coursing through pounding, pulsing veins as he looked to them all, tearing off his light blue t-shirt with a gesture, a gasp followed from the gathered both from the group of fear as to what this sea creature might do, and from the women at the physique of the young man. “I know I’m not one of you! I’m not like ANY OF YOU!” with that he burst off his porch shoving aside any hapless reporter weary enough or dumb enough to not get out of the way of a charging hammerhead and jumped off the rock face into the slamming ocean tides below as they gushed in and out with all the torrential power nature had to offer. As he fell into it and it swept him up below the blue green surface the cool of the water, the luminescence of it beautiful as the rush of cool was soothing and exhilarating at the same time. Arthur felt as if he might boil the water around him his anger was so great. The cool of the water, the colors below, the peaceful lull of the oceans as they called to him.. He knew he wasn’t going back. As Arthur awoke in his bed, the sheets white, cool and pristine, the woman he loved to his side, resting comfortably, the mesmerizing, hypnotic beat of rain water tapping at the glass of the bedroom balcony door. He found himself hoisting his tanned form, tired and yet spry, naked as the day he was born he walked to the shoreline, looking out to it as moonlight lit the water ablaze in a sea of effervescent effulgence. He remembered that dream, a dream of an angry boy who lost his father, and remembered words told to him some time before. Asking his father why he would rather be a lighthouse keeper than a captain of his own ship. It was the light house keepers job to get those ships home, return those captains to safety, they were the heroes of the maritime world, he’d to honor his father’s memory by guarding the shore. Like his father did. It took him 6 years to get the anger in his heart to quell enough to remember that, 6 years from that day in the dream. He was more than he’d been then, no longer the lord of atlantis, he was Aquaman. [/style][STYLE=color: #191919; font-size: 12px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: center; font-family: courier new]subject examined by Doctor Cyber[/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 40px;][STYLE=background-color: #f1e3b4; font-family: times new roman; font-size:30px; color: #404040; min-height: 150px; padding: 5px; text-align: center; moz-border-radius: 0px 10px 10px 0px; -o-border-radius: 0px 10px 10px 0px; border-radius: 0px 10px 10px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 10px 10px 0px;]A Q U A M A N[/style] |
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