Post by Victor Von Doom on Apr 20, 2014 3:04:18 GMT -5
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DESCRIPTION AND PERSONALITY
The name Victor Von Doom was synonymous with success in the fields of business and science long before it became one to be feared. Victor was a man of status who kept himself well. Using his wealth, Victor kept with the latest fashions as he maintained his fitness. He could often be seen greeting his business associates as well as the press with his head held high, a veritable symbol of what any business man aspires to be. That was before the solar flare.
When the solar flare struck, Victor was exposed to the space station’s electrical grid by way of exposed wiring from a nearby console. The sun’s energy reacted with the electricity, infusing it within Victor’s body. As the violent reaction left him with great power, the cost was his handsome appearance. The electricity had scarred much of his body but his face saw the worst of it.
From the day he returned from the station, Victor was a changed man. Having his winning looks as well as his reputation in the accident, he grew bitter at the success of his equally afflicted colleagues as they began to fight crime. But, as all successful men do when they fall from grace, Victor decided to rally as he dawned a custom titanium mask and strode back into the spotlight as Doom.
Now the times of Victor Von Doom are long past and all that is left is Doctor Doom, powerhouse of international business and the leader of a small country. Doom is more often seen fully clad in his armor but in more delicate situations, the mask is the only thing that has to stay. As he remains reclusive for the most part, the world is unaware of what Doom might casually wear but in the public eye he can either be found in fine suits or his power armor. His time in the shadow of the fantastic four had only strengthened his resolve to keep himself well enough to rise again, keeping his body well trained and fit.
When times call for action rather than artful diplomacy to meet Victor’s ideals, the power armor of Doctor Doom more than suffices to leave both the minds and bodies of his adversaries in a state of terror and pain. His armor is made of titanium among various reinforcing compounds magically crafted by monks in a Tibetan monastery, specially tailored to move to his body’s whim. The suit contains a wide array of equipment causing its appearance to be notably larger than the average armored human.
With sturdy roots in the worlds of advanced science and business, Victor Von Doom is as ruthless as he is innovative. Rising from the status of wealthy entrepreneur to leader of a small nation to banished enemy of humanity and back to villainous mastermind, Victor has seen a wide gamut of successes as well as consequences, whetting his mind into a fine-tuned tool for domination and villainy.
As the conquering ruler of Latveria, Victor carries a constant air of strength and dominance meant to either inspire or intimidate. Nearly all interactions with Victor prove to be a means to an end due to his tumultuous past. Essentially, if you don’t prove to assist Victor’s goals, you may find yourself on the wrong side of a fatal electric pulse. Doom remains a difficult man to relate to primarily based on all of the things he as seen in his life. The titles of world class scientist, contender for sorcerer supreme, Cabal member and global fugitive have built an nigh impenetrable ego that defines the way Doom operates. Ruthless, calculated and distrustful are three words that make up the tip of the iceberg that is the mind of Victor Von Doom. Great success as well as villainy have left their mark on his personality, teaching him to stay many steps ahead of his competition whomever they may be. This has left Doctor Doom to a lonely life of great achievement as he tends to alienate anyone he could call an ally, that is if they show no deeper purpose.
POWERS AND ABILITIES
Born to a Latverian gypsy sorceress, Victor Von Doom was raised around magic. As he knows just how powerful magic can be, his mother’s mistake and later death in pledging he soul to the demon Mephisto has taught him caution. From his background in magic, Doctor Doom can fire bolts of eldritch energy, exchange minds with others and summon mystical entities to aid him in battle.
As his life unfolded, his mystical powers shifted to the background as his genius intellect won him fame and fortune. But, when the solar flare threw him into the shadows, Doom had to draw from the darkest corners of his mind to mount his revenge. The Solar flare imbued he and his colleagues with unique abilities that relate to their actions as it struck. Doctor Doom’s exposure to electricity as the flare impacted left him with grotesque scarring and the ability to control electricity. From this trait, Doom can project electricity and shield himself with an electric field.
Because of the severity of his scarring and his narcissistic need to keep a healthy public image, Doom had his armor finely tailored to fit his image as well as his revenge. His nuclear powered, titanium battlesuit was magically crafted by Tibetan monks and equipped with a vast array of features including jets for flight, personal forcefield that doubles as a concussive force generator and a four hour air supply that can be sealed for travel both underwater and into outer space. Beyond the added gadgets, Doom’s suit grants him super strength by way of cybernetic technology and can be electrified by way of his electric manipulation.
Without his powers, Doom is a genius in physics, robotics, cybernetics, genetics, weapons technology, bio-chemistry, and time travel. Doom is a natural leader, a brilliant strategist, and a sly deceiver.
HISTORY
Victor Von Doom was born in Latveria to gypsies. His father was a gypsy doctor and his mother was an experienced sorceress. His mother went on to sell her soul to the demon Mephisto for greater power. Her bargain granted her such power but her power overcame her and led to her death. Victor’s father was later summoned by the king of Latveria to cure his wife’s cancer. Realizing that he could not do it, Victor’s father took him and fled into the icy wilderness where he later froze to death saving Victor from the cold. As time went on and grief spurred a young Victor into harnessing his vast natural talent for math and science as well as sorcery, he mounted a personal war against the king of Latveria. Afterward, Victor received a full scholarship to Empire State University where he met his colleague and future nemesis Reid Richards. Some time later, during the pinnacle of his scientific career the solar flare incident occurred, transforming Victor into the terror known as Doom. After seeking much needed recovery in Tibet, Doom crafted his armor there and set out to claim Latveria from the new king. A mission that he easily accomplished with his newfound powers.
In his time, Doom had seen an empire of his making reach incredible heights of progress, innovation and glorious achievement only to be undermined and dragged through the dirt by the so called champions of earth’s interests. Such achievements culminated in the creation of the glorious Doombot, a creation with purpose as flawless as its image as it spread his will of innovation beyond the bounds of the world’s established societal constraints. But of course, not all genius can be handled by those of lesser understanding. As the actions of his beautiful creations brought less than ideal publicity to his name, Doom opts to lend aid to the world to preserve his rightful image as a great world leader. This end was easily accomplished by opening his nation of Latveria to refugees from the recently destroyed Atlantis.
Just when all seemed well and settled, the highly mistrusted agency known as S.H.I.E.L.D. detained Doctor Doom for crimes against humanity as one of his nation’s satellites was found to carry the Venum Virus. While incarcerated, Doom could only think of the love he held for Morgan le Fay, a love that grew in his time as her pupil in the mystic arts. What had started as an easily profitable arrangement in Doom’s favor had turned into an elaborate distraction, throwing him from his prime an into the hands of the Avengers. But his incarceration was short lived as he was soon released by the Fantastic Force, an organization from the future who then took him prisoner to use his mind along with the ingenuity of Johnny Storm in the creation of their time machine from the dead body of Galactus. Life thus far has been, in a word, chaotic for Victor. At this point in his life we find him tossed to the wind to fade into obscurity as he escapes the clutches of the Fantastic Force, exacting his revenge with his righteous murder of a future Sue Storm.
Doom’s current motivation can be outlined in three goals: To conquer the world, To reclaim his mother’s soul from the underworld and to prove his superiority to his arch nemesis, Reid Richards and his Fantastic Four.
ROLE-PLAYING SAMPLE
The cataclysm of Galactus’ fall had torn the earth, leaving the resulting crater of the Fantastic Force’s departure but a fitting hole in a treacherous, broken landscape. Although they had suffered together at the hands of their captors Johnny torm was long gone, leaving Victor alone out of both respect and a need to inform his loved ones of his wellbeing. Victor chuckled to himself at the weak notion of such dependence as he surveyed the raw magnitude of the fallen behemoth’s wreckage. To his eyes, there was much beauty to behold here despite the fact that all salvageable components were consumed in the creation of the time travel device. He spat at the thought of such a waste.
Taking some ashes from the ground in his metallic hands and casting them to a swelling breeze out of boredom, a group of small, fast approaching shapes brushed the periphery of his vision. In all the recent intrigue, Doom had nearly forgotten his newfound status of global fugitive and the onset fleet of five S.H.I.E.L.D. jets served as a not so gentle reminder. Victor took to is feet and then to the air, flying with as much speed as he could muster in the general direction of his home in Latveria. As the jets soon caught up and matched his speed just as Victor reached the ocean, he could not help but laugh at the sound of each respective jet’s weapons springing to life over the roar of their engines as they fell into a firing formation. Recognizing a handsome set of light weight deployable electro magnetic pulse generators when he sees them, Doom opted to hover passively, raising his hands as the helicopter far behind the fleet came into view. The tight ring formation soon inherited by the five jets opened to reveal the cold faces of a S.H.I.E.L.D. detention squad staring at him from the open hatch of the side facing helicopter. Victor surrendered quietly and was quickly shackled to his seat as they departed for the nearest S.H.I.E.L.D. facility, the Helicarrier.
“Victor Von Doom, by fleeing our custody you have...” “Doctor” Victor interrupted, “Doctor Doom.” After a long pause, the S.H.I.E.L.D. agent continued, “Doctor Doom, by fleeing our custody you have broken international laws and regulations classifying you outside the bounds of international jurisdiction. Thus you now fall under the regulations created and enforced by S.H.I.E.L.D. and parties affiliated with it.” “Yes, yes this recurring bureaucratic song and dance is as elaborate as it is amusing but can we skip to the end? I have fled custody, you have recaptured me, bravo by the way, very efficient, and we are now heading to the director for my new detention assignment because you peons don’t know what do do with me right?” There was a long pause as the swooshing of the helicopter’s blades as well as the engines of the escorting jets overtook the scene. “Very good, its been a long day and I would prefer a quiet ride.” Suddenly, the helicopter shook, struck by an unseen force as a bright light could be seen swelling in the distance. “Brace for impact!” the apparent commanding officer yelled as the light struck the helicopter, Victor felt the aircraft topple sideways, striking one of the jets producing a bright orange explosion that added to the pure white of the scene before he lost consciousness.
Victor awoke sharply to the soft, distant bustle of cars and people otherwise as perceptible as a fly’s buzzing had the room not been so quiet. He sat up and looked around hearing the smooth friction of his armor plates allowing his spine to bend. He could smell the smoke of his hooded cape, lightly burned as the fire of the crash lightly licked at it before he was apparently transported. Looking around he found himself in one of his favorite places. The penthouse of one of his favorite New York City hotels. He slowly rose to his feet, leaving an ashen smear on the pristine sheets of the bed as he moved. Looking to the bedside table, room service had already be in and out, he then remembered his favorite aspect of this hotel, their boundless discretion. Tucked between his glasses of orange juice and water was the morning’s paper. He lightly took it and opened to the headline that read DOME MYSTERY THICKENS.
Taking some ashes from the ground in his metallic hands and casting them to a swelling breeze out of boredom, a group of small, fast approaching shapes brushed the periphery of his vision. In all the recent intrigue, Doom had nearly forgotten his newfound status of global fugitive and the onset fleet of five S.H.I.E.L.D. jets served as a not so gentle reminder. Victor took to is feet and then to the air, flying with as much speed as he could muster in the general direction of his home in Latveria. As the jets soon caught up and matched his speed just as Victor reached the ocean, he could not help but laugh at the sound of each respective jet’s weapons springing to life over the roar of their engines as they fell into a firing formation. Recognizing a handsome set of light weight deployable electro magnetic pulse generators when he sees them, Doom opted to hover passively, raising his hands as the helicopter far behind the fleet came into view. The tight ring formation soon inherited by the five jets opened to reveal the cold faces of a S.H.I.E.L.D. detention squad staring at him from the open hatch of the side facing helicopter. Victor surrendered quietly and was quickly shackled to his seat as they departed for the nearest S.H.I.E.L.D. facility, the Helicarrier.
“Victor Von Doom, by fleeing our custody you have...” “Doctor” Victor interrupted, “Doctor Doom.” After a long pause, the S.H.I.E.L.D. agent continued, “Doctor Doom, by fleeing our custody you have broken international laws and regulations classifying you outside the bounds of international jurisdiction. Thus you now fall under the regulations created and enforced by S.H.I.E.L.D. and parties affiliated with it.” “Yes, yes this recurring bureaucratic song and dance is as elaborate as it is amusing but can we skip to the end? I have fled custody, you have recaptured me, bravo by the way, very efficient, and we are now heading to the director for my new detention assignment because you peons don’t know what do do with me right?” There was a long pause as the swooshing of the helicopter’s blades as well as the engines of the escorting jets overtook the scene. “Very good, its been a long day and I would prefer a quiet ride.” Suddenly, the helicopter shook, struck by an unseen force as a bright light could be seen swelling in the distance. “Brace for impact!” the apparent commanding officer yelled as the light struck the helicopter, Victor felt the aircraft topple sideways, striking one of the jets producing a bright orange explosion that added to the pure white of the scene before he lost consciousness.
Victor awoke sharply to the soft, distant bustle of cars and people otherwise as perceptible as a fly’s buzzing had the room not been so quiet. He sat up and looked around hearing the smooth friction of his armor plates allowing his spine to bend. He could smell the smoke of his hooded cape, lightly burned as the fire of the crash lightly licked at it before he was apparently transported. Looking around he found himself in one of his favorite places. The penthouse of one of his favorite New York City hotels. He slowly rose to his feet, leaving an ashen smear on the pristine sheets of the bed as he moved. Looking to the bedside table, room service had already be in and out, he then remembered his favorite aspect of this hotel, their boundless discretion. Tucked between his glasses of orange juice and water was the morning’s paper. He lightly took it and opened to the headline that read DOME MYSTERY THICKENS.
OUT OF CHARACTER INFORMATION
USER NAME: SilentQYEARS RPING: About one year before a long hiatus.REFERRED TO BY: EsterkOTHER: On a previous X-men forum I played Forge primarily along with Toad and Agent X.
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