Who watches the watchmen

Nightwatch

Steven Saint

Height: 6 ft
Weight: 200 lbs.
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Blue
Age: 35


History

Steven Saint was born in Long Island, New York, to Howard Saint and Maria Collins Carbonell Stark. Shortly after he turned 9, the "Alien Invasion" that destroyed New York took place. Steven and his father were at their alifornia home when they heard the news. Steven's mother, who was visiting family in Long Island, died that day.

In his youth, Steven Saint was a precociously intelligent young boy. By the age of 15 he had enrolled in MIT (The Massachusetts Institute of Technology) in Boston, Massachusetts. He graduated at the top of his class at age 19. He immediately went to work for his father at Saint Solutions, a mega-corpoation that mostly dealt with weapons for the United States Military and it's allies (which since the Invasion is most of the world). Saint Solutions created the most advanced weapons the military had ever seen, focused on the defeat of any future Alien invasion.

At the age of 26 his father was tragically killed in a an incident involving a super-villian, afterwards Steven inherited Saint Solutions. That's when he discovered the truth of how his father was able to position the company to be the primary manufacturer of the U.S. weaponry. Howard was an associate of Adrian Veidt, and actually assisted in Veidt's plan. He hid the involvement very well, and used the vaccum left by the seizure of Veidt Industries, to make Saint Solutions a mega-corperation.

Feeling both a sense of guilt over what his father had helped bring about, as well as a need to protect mankind from supers gone bad, he began working in secret on a state of the art armor.

It took him 9 years to develop a process using nanites to make his battlesuit. The suit is as tough as titanium, and yet as flexible as lycra since it was made from the molecules up. Being made of nanties also gave the suit the added ability to repair itself.

The suit gives Steven the ability to surpress pain, enahance his speed and strength to superhuman abilities.

It has state of the art sensors (including multi-optics, communications systems, volcal modulator).

From the gauntlets he is able to fire force beams of various intensities (stun to lethal). The spikes on his guantlets are
as hard as diamonds and can cut through most things, and if needed he can fire them like projectiles.

Using a ant-gravity belt and a special cape of his own design he is able achieve flight at sub-sonic speeds.

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It took him 9 years to develop a process using nanites to make his battlesuit. The suit is as tough as titanium, and yet as flexible as lycra since it was made from the molecules up. Being made of nanties also gave the suit the added ability to repair itself.

The suit gives Steven the ability to surpress pain, enahance his speed and strength to superhuman abilities.

It has state of the art sensors (including multi-optics, communications systems, volcal modulator).

From the gauntlets he is able to fire force beams of various intensities (stun to lethal). The spikes on his guantlets are
as hard as diamonds and can cut through most things, and if needed he can fire them like projectiles.

Using a ant-gravity belt and a special cape of his own design he is able achieve flight at sub-sonic speeds.


I thought this was a "Watchmen" roleplay...
 
This is twenty years past the Watchmen. Given the types of things that were possible in the original Watchmen, I would say that there is no issue with the capability of Vic's armor. If cloning and creating life forms from scratch are not an issue, I see no reason why nanites are.

Vic has already run this all past me. Also, each of the Watchmen were a retelling of a previous hero. I have no problem with retelling others.
 
Aw, goddamnit.

I thought this roleplay was based on the comic, not on the movie. That explains everything...
 
It is indeed based on the Comic. The Comic where Adrian Veidt created a creature that didn't exist, that was a living being until it was teleported into NYC. In the comic book where there was clean, affordable, and super reliable electric cars. Where Nite Owl had an airship that he he had had since the 60s. That could hover, shoot flames and do other things. Where Nite-Owl had repulsor bikes that he had mentioned having used several years before.

The technology in Watchmen is FAR superior to anything we have now.
 
Ok, Ok, I got it. I forgot about those details.

What I have not forgotten about, is that the Watchmen were supposed to be sad clowns fighting crime. I don´t think this fits that description:


It took him 9 years to develop a process using nanites to make his battlesuit. The suit is as tough as titanium, and yet as flexible as lycra since it was made from the molecules up. Being made of nanties also gave the suit the added ability to repair itself.

The suit gives Steven the ability to surpress pain, enahance his speed and strength to superhuman abilities.

It has state of the art sensors (including multi-optics, communications systems, volcal modulator).

From the gauntlets he is able to fire force beams of various intensities (stun to lethal). The spikes on his guantlets are
as hard as diamonds and can cut through most things, and if needed he can fire them like projectiles.

Using a ant-gravity belt and a special cape of his own design he is able achieve flight at sub-sonic speeds.
 
Nite Owl was based on The Blue Beetle, who in his Charlton Comics days was a joke. However unless you have stopped following DC, Blue Beetle became a pretty important character.

Also there is not a single power that Vic's character is using that has not been used by Blue Beetle. Beetle had wrist blasters. Beetle had super armor and at times it was implied that his armor enhanced his abilities to a super level.

Bottom line is Katamari, that I have no problem envisioning someone in the world of the Watchmen taking Nite-Owl to the next level, which is essentially what Vic is doing.

Also, I never saw anyone from the Watchmen as a "sad clown" well except the Comedian. Rorschach was about as serious as you can get.
 
I see there world as one full of futility. A world where no matter how hard they try, there is no happy ending. Even if they believe that they can fix it all, they never will. There is no winning.

Adrian Veidt made a sacrifice, one that he hoped would forever change the world. To make it a better place. However, Humans are lazy. We want a perfect world, but only if we can still have all the things that we want. No one is willing to change, to work. We want it handed to us. This is what Veidt did. He handed them the building blocks of this new world. But, as usual humans have screwed it all up. The world is once again beginning to fall apart. Old grudges, old hatred. People trying to take the easy path.

To me, throughout the majority of the book, the only characters who say this sad truth, were Rorschach and The Comedian. Nite-Owl, Silk, and Ozy all truly believed they could fix the world. The fact is, the world can't be fixed, because humans are fundamentally flawed.

Also... I intend to have a second post up in the new few hours if all goes well. In the meantime, those of you that I have cleared characters for feel free to post.
 
Serenity - "Dead Man Walking"

Good morning friend, today is the day
A sleepless night is over now
The tower bells toll majestically
Strangle my fear, cold hands on my neck

Time’s running out, it’s all in vain
I can feel the pain

Here is the day I’ll end
Blood is still on my hand
Remains from the shades of the past
God doesn’t see me now
You cannot take this vow
There’s only one thing I request
Walk my last way to its bitter end
Help me to die

I raise my head towards the threatened sky
Thank you my friend, my companion in life
I’m caught between hope and despair
I think today is a good day to die

Time’s running out, it’s all in vain
Think I go insane

Here is the day I’ll end
Blood is still on my hand
Remains from the shades of the past
God doesn’t see me now
You cannot take this vow
There’s only one thing I request
Walk my last way to its bitter end
Help me to die

Now it’s over, now it’s done
No chance to repent all my lies
In my memories I can see the signs
The sign of pain and agony
The sign of might and glory

Time’s running out, it’s all in vain
Think I go insane

Here is the day I’ll end
Blood is still on my hand
Remains from the shades of the past
God doesn’t see me now
You cannot take this vow
There’s only one thing I request
Walk my last way to its bitter end
Help me to die
 
Still trying to come up with that post. My muse hasn't given me anything I like yet.
 
"Imitation sincerest form of flattery. Sincerest imitation sincerest form of reincarnation."

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Alisa "A" Rosenbaum
AKA
Charlotte Victoria Sage
AKA
Rorschach

[No picture in-costume yet. Viable photographic evidence of subject seems dubious prospect.]
 
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"Irony works best in classic sense. Ha ha."

Frou Frou - "Holding Out For a Hero"

Where have all the good men gone
And where are all the gods?
Where's the street-wise Hercules
To fight the rising odds?
Isn't there a white knight upon a fiery steed?
Late at night toss and turn and dream of what I need

I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night
He's gotta be strong
And he's gotta be fast
And he's gotta be fresh from the fight
I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light
He's gotta be sure
And it's gotta be soon
And he's gotta be larger than life

Somewhere after midnight
In my wildest fantasy
Somewhere just beyond my reach
There's someone reaching back for me
Racing on the thunder and rising with the heat
It's gonna take a superman to sweep me off my feet

I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night
He's gotta be strong
And he's gotta be fast
And he's gotta be fresh from the fight
I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light
He's gotta be sure
And it's gotta be soon
And he's gotta be larger than life

Up where the mountains meet the heavens above
Out where the lightning splits the sea
I would swear that there's someone somewhere
Watching me

Through the wind and the chill and the rain
And the storm and the flood
I can feel his approach
Like the fire in my blood

I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night
He's gotta be strong
And he's gotta be fast
And he's gotta be fresh from the fight
I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light
He's gotta be sure
And it's gotta be soon
And he's gotta be larger than life
 
"Semi-biographical. Except when otherwise."

Dar Williams - "Are You Out There?"

Perhaps I am a miscreation,
No one knows the truth,
There is no future here.
And you're the deejay speaks to my insomnia
And laughs at all I have to fear,
Laughs at all I had to fear.
You always play the madmen poets,
Vinyl vision grungy bands,
You never know who's still awake,
You never know who understands and

Are you out there, can you hear this,
Jimmy Olsen, Johnny Memphis
I was out here listening all the time,
And though the static walls surround me
You were out there, and you found me,
I was out here listening all the time.

Last night we drank in parking lots,
And why do we drink, I guess we do it cause.
And when I turned your station on,
You sounded more familiar than that party was,
You were more familiar than that party,
It's the first time I stayed up all night,
It's getting light, I hear the birds,
I'm driving home on empty streets,
I think I put my shirt on backwards,

Are you out there, can you hear this,
Jimmy Olsen, Johnny Memphis
I was out here listening all the time,
And though the static walls surround me
You were out there, and you found me,
I was out here listening all the time.

What's the future, who will choose it,
Politics of love and music,
Underdogs who turn the table,
Indie versus major labels,
There's so much to see through,
Like our parents do more drugs than we do.

Corporate parents, corporate town,
I know every TV set that has them lit.
They preach that I should save the world
They pray that I won't do a better job of it,
Pray that I won't do a better job,
So tonight I turn your station on,
Just so I'd be understood,
Instead another voice said I was just too late and just no good.

Calling Olsen, calling Memphis,
I am calling, can you hear this?
I was out here listening all the time.
And I will write this down and then
I will not be alone again, yeah,
I was out here listening,
I was out here listening,
I am out here listening all the time.
 
I laughed thinking of this playing behind Rorschach as he sets ablaze the house of the child murderer.

And then I threw up in my mouth.

D'you see, though, the twisted humour involved in this song?

Irony in the classic sense.

A's not waiting around for someone else to save the world, she's getting up to her elbows in the muck and she's doing it herself. And she's certainly not waiting around for some idealised myth of a y-chromosome to make her life complete. Like a Rorschach blot, she's symmetrical, complete unto herself.
 
Ok. So I did not particularly care for the casting of Jon and Adrian in the movie version. So I have recast them.

Hugo Weaving as an Alan Moore character? Preposterous!

X) ...cute.

Also, thought this was funny.

...the Chrysler Building in the background is a nice touch. Recurring geographical reference point in the comic.

Also, Linus is bad-ass.
 
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