forum Second Coming (Marvel Generation 2!)//Open

Started April 12, 2019 by Deleted user

tune

Edit topic

"C'mon then." She motioned for him to go ahead of her, into the lobby.

He did so, trying his hardest to mask his limp. "What's gonna happen when we get to wherever we're going?" he grunted, rubbing his chin.

"I've got no clue. I'm usually passed out by that point." Peggy admitted, ushering him through the lobby and past a concerned receptionist. She pressed the button for the elevator, tapping her foot as the waited.

"What the hell was that thing? It collapsed a fucking building with a single punch." He shook his head in shock.

"No clue man. Someone here might though." Peggy mused as she pretty much shoved him, gently, into the elevator before the doors had opened all the way.

He stumbled inside, wincing. "Ow. I can walk, you know."

"And you're too slow. You could have a punctured something." She said, slipping in after him and pressing a button for a floor.

"And pushing helps how?" he asked, stepping back and giving her space.

"Gets you going where I need you to go. And it's fun." Peggy said simply, leaning against the elevator wall.

He grunted in response, hurting to bad to argue with her. "Thanks for helping me back there."

"No problem. I don't make a habit of letting cute guys die when I could've helped." Peggy said casually, playing with her dog tags.

"How's that date with the Captain Marvel girl?" he said, grinning slightly.

"I didn't get one. Got a little caught up with you, mister." She heaved a dramatic sigh. "Alas, I will have to find another crush."

He snorted, then winced because it hurt like a bitch. "Ow, ow, and ow."

"God, looks like I'll have to put my natural humor and hilarity on hold." Peggy said, studying him. "So the limp, you think you broke something else?"

"No clue. But I wouldn't be surprised I was thrown from a fucking building." He was obviously not happy about the battle.

"Probably not broken, since you can semi-walk on it." Peggy decided, fingers moving like she was typing at invisibly keys, a habit of hers. "The fact that you're still conscious at all is quite a feat though."

"The symbiote took most of the hit," he admitted. "Still fucking hurt."

"Is your symbiote okay?" She seemed a bot concerned, furrowing her brows. "I know you aren't, but what about…it? Them?"

"That thing doesn't get hurt," he said, snorting. "Don't know why, but it never happens."

Name: Robin Brooke
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bi
Parents: Venom, though he doesn't know it.
Hero, Anti-Hero, or Villain?: Who knows, it seems that they just do what he wants, whether it has a good or bad outcome.
Shipping or nah?: Sure
Appearance (Links welcomed): https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/camphalfbloodroleplay/images/c/c5/KS1.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20150302172954 This with completely black eyes. He is a tol boi with black markings creeping up his arms.
Personality: Robin is usually pretty calm, however, sometimes primal instincts take over and he goes fully "Venom". He's pretty nice but his humor has hints of just blunt sarcasm, he tends to be very bi-polar going from manic states to extreme depressive states. He is extremely smart and enjoys experimenting on random things.
Everyday Outfit: A large and baggy black sweatshirt with paint splatters on them from when he went through a painting phase. he has ripped jeans and a messenger bag with a bunch of pins on it.
Costume (If Applies): Nah bro.
Powers: Uh… Whatever Venom can do I guess.
Likes: Unkown
Dislikes: Unkown
Background (Optional): He has no idea he's Venom's kid, he thinks he just has a random symbiote.
Other:

"Well, that's good." Peggy nodded, looking relieved. "Less to worry about. So, how'd you get the symbiote?"

"My dad. You know, Cletus Kasady?" He sighed. "Carnage? Well, his symboite cloned itself and it bonded into me."