APPLICATION
PLAYER
NAME: Jill
JOURNAL: SephyGirl
IM: ComeHereHand
E-MAIL: SephyGirl [@] gmail [.] com
[CHARACTER INFO]
CHARACTER NAME: Mitchell Hundred AKA The Great Machine
FANDOM: Wildstorm! I believe it’s a separate world from any other, but Wildstorm/DC
CHRONOLOGY: Issue 30, right before he goes to visit with the Pope.
BACKGROUND:
Mitchell was born in 1968 to Thomas and Martha Hundred. His mother was a civil-rights activist, and deeply involved in the Civil rights movement, while his father was a miner. When Mitchell was around a year old, his father, who came home drunk one night, was killed by his mother after beating her. Mitchell grew up believing that his father was killed in a mining accident, due to the fact that his mother had enlisted his father’s friends to stage the mining accident to ensure that Mitchell would grow up comfortable, as the pension his mother received from his death wouldn’t have come her way if he was killed in self-defense. Mitchell’s life from then on was relatively normal. While his mom was an activist, he grew up wanting to draw comic books, inspired by a man who helped raised him who he affectionately called “Kremlin”. Eventually, Mitchell grew to be a Civil Engineer, but that all changed on October 18th, 1999. He was called out to investigate the Brooklyn Bridge by a guy named Bradbury, when there was a large explosion from a piece of debris that pulled away from what they were investigating. The Resulting explosion blew off half of Mitchell’s face, and in the event, he shut off all the power in New York City.
Mitchell spends a good few months recovering from the explosion, and he dealt with a bit of depression regarding the loss of his job and livelihood. By February, however, his old friend Kremlin helped convince him that his abilities would be used for good, and he begins building both a suit and an array of gadgets to help him save the citizens of New York. In this New York, there is no Superman, no Iron Men, no Justice League or Avengers, there are literally no heroes, and Mitchell was the first. Unfortunately, he also wasn’t very good at what he was doing. Mitchell was reckless, and somewhat obsessed with the idea of being a superhero that he didn’t do a very good job of being one. His first attempt at spreading Goodwill ended in disaster as he tried to pose as Santa and fly gifts to an orphanage. Unfortunately, this ended in the bag catching on fire from his jetpack, and he crashed into a roof, having to destroy his first model of jetpack in an effort to stop the fire.
Unfortunately, even though the Great Machine wasn’t a stellar hero, he did attract the attention of a sound technician, who wanted to duplicate his powers for profit. Pherson’s replaying of Mitchell’s voice allowed his parrot to pick up the specific sound, and when the Parrot replayed Mitchell’s ability, Pherson was imbued with the ability to control wildlife like Mitchell does machinery, and Pherson seemed to also have a greater understanding of what their mission was “meant” to be. Regardless, after several altercations, eventually Pherson was believed to be killed by a pack of his own Animals when Mitchell replayed his own voice back in a fight. The building was burned, although Pherson’s body was never found.
On July 24th, 2001, Mitchell officially hung up his jetpack, and outed himself as the Great Machine. Instead, he decided that using his abilities to save people wasn’t changing the world in the way he wanted, and he announced his candidacy for Mayor as an independent ticket on the same day. Unfortunately, this wasn’t without consequences, as although Mitchell promised to stop being a superhero, he collaborated with the NSA about his abilities once they discovered his identity.
Then, of course, there was September 11th. The twin towers were attacked, just as in our world, as well as the Pentagon, but on this day, Mitchell was able to stop Flight 175 from crashing into the second tower. Though because of this, and what may have been cheating on Mitchell’s part (it hasn’t been proven whether the “White Box” was the cause of Mitchell’s victory in the election or not) Mitchell was elected the Mayor of New York City on January 9th, 2002.
Although being the mayor has been rife with troubles. There have been people who wanted to imitate his work as the Great Machine, as well as racist paintings in the BMA, assassination attempts by both gun and a bow and arrow. (This has been found to be too simple for Mitchell to control.) He has also dealt with the schizophrenic wife of an NSA agent, and been invited to speak with the pope at the Vatican. His flight overseas to the Vatican is when he will arrive in the city.
PERSONALITY:
Mitchell is not necessarily a bad person. Although he is a politician, he has stuck to what he considers his own values when making decisions for the city. He was listed as an Independent for the election, and has refused partisanship for any decision he has made. He legalized gay marriage in NYC, but has enforced slightly draconian defense measures in the city in an effort to cut down on Terrorism in a post 9/11 city. However, Mitchell also doesn’t deal with bullshit. He will use cut-throat tactics to make sure his name isn’t slandered, and has threatened to stop a man’s pacemaker when he tried to blackmail Mitchell with false allegations.
He dreams of changing the world for the better, but at the same time, he fears his persona as the Great Machine. He felt like he hadn’t been able to do enough, and instead fuels his life into bettering the city within the system, instead of as a vigilante. He also has a notorious potty mouth and a short temper at times. He trusts the people around him, but will not put up with any crap, as shown when his Deputy Mayor tried to resign, and Mitchell wouldn’t take the resignation after another member of his cabinet, Journal Moore, was hospitalized and later killed. He takes the wellbeing of his friends and staff very seriously, and although he doesn’t have a Messiah complex, he does want to save the people around him and feels increasingly powerless when he cannot.
Mitchell is also something of a fanboy. He grew up reading DC comics when he was a kid, and the love for these is what inspired his brief stint as a hero, and he still holds this propensity for comics.
CLASS: Hero
SUPERHERO NAME: The Great Machine
ALTER EGO: Mitchell Hundred. Former mayor of New York City
POWER: Mitchell’s canon ability is something similar to technopathy, but not quite. Instead, he can speak to machines, and they speak back to him. Not just complex machines, but also simple machines such as lamps and toilets. This is how he used his abilities to save lives as the Great Machine, as he can jam and stop guns, order vehicles to do what he wants, and things of that nature.
COMMUNITY POST SAMPLE: [ Voice ]
You are fucking kidding me!
I quit! You mean to tell me that I’m supposed to be getting back in the spandex and doing this gig again? No, that’s not how it works! When you quit, you’re actually done and now I’m supposed to fucking run around and try to do this again? I was already a hero. Here’s a newsflash: I was shit at it. Whoever’s running the goddamn place isn’t going to do any better than the guys back home at getting me to suit back up.
THIRD PERSON:
Loud. It was so loud. Millions of individual voices crashed against his senses. Stoplights screaming that they were going to go red, the subtle whisper that it was almost time to turn green. Cars raced by, and he could tell by their individual voices what types of cars they were. His communicator whispered information in his ear, alerted him when there was a new posting on the network. Mitchell held a hand to his head in frustration, and he leaned against the brick wall .
Quiet. It didn’t stop, he needed quiet. He couldn’t even think. The clamor of millions of machines crashed against his skull, and normally he could deal with the constant noise, but not now. Not while he was trying to figure things out. He needed a few minutes, just a few moments to sit and think, try and figure out this goddamn mess.
He was supposed to be beyond this by now. Weird shit like this wasn’t supposed to happen, but no matter how many times he tried to pull away from being the Great Machine, people still expected him to break through. He had actually been changing the world, making a difference. He cut through the partisan crap, and changed New York for the better, actually improved things. Hell, he had been on his way to see the damn Pope and here he was in a new world. A goddamn brand new world.
Mitchell leaned his head back, and his fist tightened against the concrete, fingers digging into the rough wall, swallowing as he hung his head.
”Quiet.” he whispered, and anything within earshot went dead.
NAME: Jill
JOURNAL: SephyGirl
IM: ComeHereHand
E-MAIL: SephyGirl [@] gmail [.] com
[CHARACTER INFO]
CHARACTER NAME: Mitchell Hundred AKA The Great Machine
FANDOM: Wildstorm! I believe it’s a separate world from any other, but Wildstorm/DC
CHRONOLOGY: Issue 30, right before he goes to visit with the Pope.
BACKGROUND:
Mitchell was born in 1968 to Thomas and Martha Hundred. His mother was a civil-rights activist, and deeply involved in the Civil rights movement, while his father was a miner. When Mitchell was around a year old, his father, who came home drunk one night, was killed by his mother after beating her. Mitchell grew up believing that his father was killed in a mining accident, due to the fact that his mother had enlisted his father’s friends to stage the mining accident to ensure that Mitchell would grow up comfortable, as the pension his mother received from his death wouldn’t have come her way if he was killed in self-defense. Mitchell’s life from then on was relatively normal. While his mom was an activist, he grew up wanting to draw comic books, inspired by a man who helped raised him who he affectionately called “Kremlin”. Eventually, Mitchell grew to be a Civil Engineer, but that all changed on October 18th, 1999. He was called out to investigate the Brooklyn Bridge by a guy named Bradbury, when there was a large explosion from a piece of debris that pulled away from what they were investigating. The Resulting explosion blew off half of Mitchell’s face, and in the event, he shut off all the power in New York City.
Mitchell spends a good few months recovering from the explosion, and he dealt with a bit of depression regarding the loss of his job and livelihood. By February, however, his old friend Kremlin helped convince him that his abilities would be used for good, and he begins building both a suit and an array of gadgets to help him save the citizens of New York. In this New York, there is no Superman, no Iron Men, no Justice League or Avengers, there are literally no heroes, and Mitchell was the first. Unfortunately, he also wasn’t very good at what he was doing. Mitchell was reckless, and somewhat obsessed with the idea of being a superhero that he didn’t do a very good job of being one. His first attempt at spreading Goodwill ended in disaster as he tried to pose as Santa and fly gifts to an orphanage. Unfortunately, this ended in the bag catching on fire from his jetpack, and he crashed into a roof, having to destroy his first model of jetpack in an effort to stop the fire.
Unfortunately, even though the Great Machine wasn’t a stellar hero, he did attract the attention of a sound technician, who wanted to duplicate his powers for profit. Pherson’s replaying of Mitchell’s voice allowed his parrot to pick up the specific sound, and when the Parrot replayed Mitchell’s ability, Pherson was imbued with the ability to control wildlife like Mitchell does machinery, and Pherson seemed to also have a greater understanding of what their mission was “meant” to be. Regardless, after several altercations, eventually Pherson was believed to be killed by a pack of his own Animals when Mitchell replayed his own voice back in a fight. The building was burned, although Pherson’s body was never found.
On July 24th, 2001, Mitchell officially hung up his jetpack, and outed himself as the Great Machine. Instead, he decided that using his abilities to save people wasn’t changing the world in the way he wanted, and he announced his candidacy for Mayor as an independent ticket on the same day. Unfortunately, this wasn’t without consequences, as although Mitchell promised to stop being a superhero, he collaborated with the NSA about his abilities once they discovered his identity.
Then, of course, there was September 11th. The twin towers were attacked, just as in our world, as well as the Pentagon, but on this day, Mitchell was able to stop Flight 175 from crashing into the second tower. Though because of this, and what may have been cheating on Mitchell’s part (it hasn’t been proven whether the “White Box” was the cause of Mitchell’s victory in the election or not) Mitchell was elected the Mayor of New York City on January 9th, 2002.
Although being the mayor has been rife with troubles. There have been people who wanted to imitate his work as the Great Machine, as well as racist paintings in the BMA, assassination attempts by both gun and a bow and arrow. (This has been found to be too simple for Mitchell to control.) He has also dealt with the schizophrenic wife of an NSA agent, and been invited to speak with the pope at the Vatican. His flight overseas to the Vatican is when he will arrive in the city.
PERSONALITY:
Mitchell is not necessarily a bad person. Although he is a politician, he has stuck to what he considers his own values when making decisions for the city. He was listed as an Independent for the election, and has refused partisanship for any decision he has made. He legalized gay marriage in NYC, but has enforced slightly draconian defense measures in the city in an effort to cut down on Terrorism in a post 9/11 city. However, Mitchell also doesn’t deal with bullshit. He will use cut-throat tactics to make sure his name isn’t slandered, and has threatened to stop a man’s pacemaker when he tried to blackmail Mitchell with false allegations.
He dreams of changing the world for the better, but at the same time, he fears his persona as the Great Machine. He felt like he hadn’t been able to do enough, and instead fuels his life into bettering the city within the system, instead of as a vigilante. He also has a notorious potty mouth and a short temper at times. He trusts the people around him, but will not put up with any crap, as shown when his Deputy Mayor tried to resign, and Mitchell wouldn’t take the resignation after another member of his cabinet, Journal Moore, was hospitalized and later killed. He takes the wellbeing of his friends and staff very seriously, and although he doesn’t have a Messiah complex, he does want to save the people around him and feels increasingly powerless when he cannot.
Mitchell is also something of a fanboy. He grew up reading DC comics when he was a kid, and the love for these is what inspired his brief stint as a hero, and he still holds this propensity for comics.
CLASS: Hero
SUPERHERO NAME: The Great Machine
ALTER EGO: Mitchell Hundred. Former mayor of New York City
POWER: Mitchell’s canon ability is something similar to technopathy, but not quite. Instead, he can speak to machines, and they speak back to him. Not just complex machines, but also simple machines such as lamps and toilets. This is how he used his abilities to save lives as the Great Machine, as he can jam and stop guns, order vehicles to do what he wants, and things of that nature.
COMMUNITY POST SAMPLE: [ Voice ]
You are fucking kidding me!
I quit! You mean to tell me that I’m supposed to be getting back in the spandex and doing this gig again? No, that’s not how it works! When you quit, you’re actually done and now I’m supposed to fucking run around and try to do this again? I was already a hero. Here’s a newsflash: I was shit at it. Whoever’s running the goddamn place isn’t going to do any better than the guys back home at getting me to suit back up.
THIRD PERSON:
Loud. It was so loud. Millions of individual voices crashed against his senses. Stoplights screaming that they were going to go red, the subtle whisper that it was almost time to turn green. Cars raced by, and he could tell by their individual voices what types of cars they were. His communicator whispered information in his ear, alerted him when there was a new posting on the network. Mitchell held a hand to his head in frustration, and he leaned against the brick wall .
Quiet. It didn’t stop, he needed quiet. He couldn’t even think. The clamor of millions of machines crashed against his skull, and normally he could deal with the constant noise, but not now. Not while he was trying to figure things out. He needed a few minutes, just a few moments to sit and think, try and figure out this goddamn mess.
He was supposed to be beyond this by now. Weird shit like this wasn’t supposed to happen, but no matter how many times he tried to pull away from being the Great Machine, people still expected him to break through. He had actually been changing the world, making a difference. He cut through the partisan crap, and changed New York for the better, actually improved things. Hell, he had been on his way to see the damn Pope and here he was in a new world. A goddamn brand new world.
Mitchell leaned his head back, and his fist tightened against the concrete, fingers digging into the rough wall, swallowing as he hung his head.
”Quiet.” he whispered, and anything within earshot went dead.