First Universe Problems

After an unexpected and frankly fucked up hiatus, I've hopefully returned to playing Star-Lord regularly again.

Regarding the new Guardians of the Galaxy series, after mulling it over for a few issues, I've decided that I won't be updating Star-Lord at this time. Currently I've taken the character from the end of The Thanos Imperative (no spoilers) and I feel like that's a good comfort zone for me regarding his voice and character progression, but as I continue to follow the new series I'll definitely consider updating somewhere down the line if I feel like it wouldn't be too jarring.

I'm not sure how I would handle the whole blonde retcon either, but I suppose I'll cross that bridge when I come to it.

Character: Star-Lord / Peter Quill
Series: Guardians of the Galaxy (Marvel)
Character Age: Early 30s
Job: Security Guard
Canon: What do you get when you take an Earthling, give him some guns and throw him out into space? You get Peter Quill, AKA Star-Lord. The title of “Star-Lord” was bestowed upon him by an alien being, and his main responsibility was to maintain peace throughout the galaxy. No pressure or anything.

Staying true to his Earthly origins, Star-Lord is not afraid to shoot knock some sense into the cosmic nonsense that surrounds him. Through thick and thin he leads the Guardians of the Galaxy, never afraid to stare down cosmic beings whose powers can erase his entire existence in the blink of an eye, and he's always ready with a smirk and a quip. Because when the universe is in danger of being torn apart, why shouldn’t you crack a few jokes before it all goes to hell?

Sample Post:
Debrief Log: Star-Lord (Peter Quill)

I tell ya, I've been all across this galaxy and there is nothing quite as unremarkable as the American midwest.

I'm not exactly sure how I ended up here, or why I just saw what appeared to be a flock of drug-dealing chickens, but it doesn't take a genius like me to see the blatant abnormalities here. Then again, in my line of work talking animals aren't exactly a foreign concept, so this might actually seem kind of normal if I were on Alpha Centuari. Not so much the heroin or the mushrooms, though.

When I scoped out the general vicinity a bit, I noticed there were many unholy abominations roaming round, which has the potential to get ugly. And by ugly I mean I put a bullet in their head and the result looks ugly. Not that I would take any joy in that or anything, certainly not — but I'm not going to deny that it would feel d'ast good to let loose a little bit. Plus it seems that there's some kind of campground nearby, and the last thing I want is to put innocent people in danger.

I wasn't exactly sure what kind of compound was situated on the campground, since the last thing I want is to awkwardly burst in on a cult having a punch-drinking contest (it would NOT be the first time that has happened), but everything appears to be innocent enough. Kind of a grab bag of people from different walks of life, with some super-powered guys in there. None of them really look like they'd be able to stop an out-of-control cosmic demigod from the eighth dimension, but I guess coming from me that would be the pot calling the kettle black.

I suppose now I'll attempt to establish a dialogue with them and figure things out. I hope they like me, for my sake. Or their sake.

Whoever has the bigger gun, I guess.

End Log