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OOC
Name: Ash
Contact: muriatique @ plurk or PM!
Other characters: N/A

IC
Name: Johnathon Ohnn, presently going by "The Spot"
Canon: Spider-Man: Spiderverse (or MCU, not gonna lie I'm a little fuzzy on if it counts as its own deal or not)
Canon point: After confronting Miles and using his mini-collider!
Age: Late 30s/early 40s? Going with 41!

History:

There isn't a lot of concrete info on Johnathon's life before he began working with Olivia Octavius on the Super-Collider, at Kingpin's behest - he at least has some amount of family, definitely spent plenty of time on schooling to get the degree(s) necessary to hold his position at Alchemax, and seems to have devoted a hefty amount of time to work on the multiverse experiments that would eventually lead to bringing a radioactive spider from Earth-42 into his home universe of Earth-1610. When Miles Morales and Peter Parker snuck into the Alchemax facility, he was one of the scientists to give chase and the one that Miles ended up beaning in the head with a bagel. He was also present in the room with the Collider when Miles blew it up, causing a container of concentrated dark matter to break and warp his body into a smooth, mostly featureless white outline of a man covered in black "spots" - actually miniature portals, which he initially couldn't control or use effectively.

In the wake of the accident - which he was both aware of Miles causing, and who he ultimately began to resent for it - Johnathon was fired from his position at Alchemax, essentially disowned by his family (according to him, they won't even look at him anymore), was unable to find work, and was treated as a laughingstock by his former coworkers and pretty much everyone that didn't actively ignore his existence. A year on, he'd been forced into petty crime to try to support himself, having reimagined himself as "The Spot" - Spider-Man's nemesis. Their first fight didn't actually go great and Miles essentially mocked and barely paid attention to him the entire time, even dismissing him as "barely a villain of the week", a comment that Spot would internalize and seethe over. It ended after he accidentally kicked himself into his own inner multiverse... dimension thing peppered with portals to other universes, coincidentally right before he was apparently going to murder Miles with his bare hands. Soon after, he managed to build a miniature version of the Collider and managed to get enough dark matter going to kick himself across a smattering of different universes, eventually ending up in Earth-50101's Mumbattan to access a full-sized Super-Collider and reenact his accident.

He did so, battling and defeating Miles, Gwen Stacy, Pavitr Prabhakar, and Hobie Brown (all Spider-Man variants) before apparently supercharging himself with dark matter, transforming and apparently gaining total mastery of both his powers and seemingly reality itself, given that he was capable of flying, causing intense visual distortions to reality around him as well as himself, and sharing a glimpse into the future with Miles where he returned to Earth-1610 and wreaked havoc, wounding or killing numerous Spider-People before eventually causing the death of Miles' father. He disappeared from Mumbattan and later reappeared in Miles' home dimension to carry out his plans.

ALSO in a deleted scene (that seems to have still happened canonically, given that Miguel O'Hara watches it play out on his various screens from his own universe), at some point Spot tried to pay a visit to the Bar With No Name, a watering hole for Spider-Man's villains. In his initial visit he was mocked and run off - in his second, more confident in his abilities, he took Kingpin's seat and ended up starting a massive bar fight that apparently went well for him given that he's still, you know, alive to carry out the rest of the plot.

Personality:

Spot has two distinct "modes" of his personality, shifting from one extreme to the other through repeated mockery, dismissal, and humiliation. The first is goofy, awkward, and wounded, the would-be joke villain - the second, much more dangerous aspect comes out over time, and that's his arrogance and bitter, all-consuming hatred that turns him into a legitimate threat to everyone and everything.

Initially, he's genuinely kind of a goofy weird ass dude. He makes funny, quippy comments while trying to kick Miles' ass during their initial fight, little jokes like what, you turn your phone off in a movie theater but you won't turn it off when fighting me? and I think this is going great! while they're both flying through the air from portal to portal and getting attacked by geese and whatnot. Even when someone is trying to hit him with a bat, he stays pleasant about it, even kind of polite as he begs the store owner please, just let me rob you! with an audible crack in his voice. He offers up excuses and shrugs and even mild self-deprecation, clearly so painfully awkward in his own weird skin that he stands with knock-knees and creeps around without a shred of confidence, as if he hates the fact that he takes up space at all. He has it in him to be pretty nice, actually! Compassionate, at the very least, even if it's highly conditional. Johnathon clearly wasn't too outright terrible of a person to begin with, given that his first robbery targets an ATM because according to him, he's technically robbing the bank, not an individual, and the fact that he teleports all the Mumbattan Alchemax scientists to safety before starting up the Super-Collider there. He seems genuinely apologetic when one of his unintentional portals snatches the bat and sends it flying into the store owner's face. When talking to Venom's Mrs. Chen, he's still pretty decently polite, asking if he can have some gum rather than just demanding it because he knows he can't be stopped. Even after deciding to go full supervillain, he frets at Pavitr when the latter accuses him of cultural appropriation, wanting to be seen as bad but not that kind of bad.

Miles, as always, is the turning point.

Spot makes it clear in their first interactions that despite his attempts to stay chipper, he's absolutely devastated by what the Collider accident did to him, what it took from him. He's grieving who he used to be and the life he can't have anymore, and when Miles cuts him off and dismisses him again and again throughout their fight as a mere nuisance (that "he's barely a villain of the week" comment clearly stung), Spot shifts from trying to make him understand to actively trying to make him suffer for it. Beneath the thin veneer of calm, he's absolutely furious - he made Miles into Spider-Man and Miles repaid him by turning him into what he clearly considers a freak, a monster, a joke. Not just to Miles, but all his former coworkers, all the other villains in the Bar With No Name, his family, everyone. No one has taken him seriously for a solid year and it's clearly driving him insane to be the butt of everyone's joke, the cow or dalmatian or someone not even worth calling a nemesis despite the fact that Miles is very much his nemesis. The jokes he played along with in the beginning of their fight are eventually met with bitterness and vitriol, showing how desperately hurt he is by the fact that he's not considered worthy of any respect. By the time they've squared off in the ruins of the Collider room, he's so desperately wrapped up in what's been done wrong to him and Miles' total lack of understanding or sympathy that he audibly sobs his words and foregoes the powers to just charge at him, apparently with the intent to tear Miles to pieces with his bare hands.

And then he gets better control of his powers. Rather than commit himself to discovering the secrets of the multiverse or something else beneficial, Spot realizes that he can use them to ruin Spider-Man's life. Because of everything about him, the one sole thing that defines Spot the most is hatred. Hating the people he perceives as having taken everything from him, hating the people that wouldn't give him a shred of compassion or respect, hating himself for what he is now. He hates, and it eats up whatever was left of Johnathon Ohnn after the accident. He doesn't seem to care much about destroying the multiverse or killing anyone he has to if they stand in his way. There's a split-second still in the future sequence that shows him hovering above dozens of dead or injured Spider-People after what seems to have been an enormous clash, and he did basically end up destroying the Bar With No Name on his second visit to teach them all a lesson. The fact that his entire motivation after charging himself up is to kill Miles' loved ones (literally take everything from him, tit-for-tat) is a given.

By the time he arrives in Mumbattan, Spot is a far cry from the awkward, stuttering joke villain he was in the beginning. Even his body language has changed - he's confident, even arrogant, with sassy little hand gestures and easy strutting, quips either dismissing or outright insulting the Spiders (Gwen calling him a cow gets him drawling wow, is that the best you got? instead of upsetting him like it had when Miles had done it), taking pleasure in tossing them around and beating them down. He very visibly enjoys being a threat, and that only intensifies after he charges himself up with the Mumbattan Super-Collider and becomes a literal eldritch reality-warping stain on time and space. Miles already made him into a monster, he's just adding the finishing touches. And wouldn't you know it, it ends up earning him the respect he's so desperately craved the entire time.

Spot's story is as much a story of self-realization and coming into oneself as Miles' is. It just plays itself out in the worst possible way.

Powers/Abilities:

dark matter physiology/portal creation: In the wake of the Super-Collider's explosion, a broken container of concentrated dark matter weirdness bonded with Spot's body and completely remade him into a human-shaped, colorless form without distinct features or normal proportions (he's got a weird oval abdomen and oddly long limbs that he doesn't seem to have had before the accident, as well as the same type of "blocking" artists use in the initial sketching processes at his joints and middle) save for a varying number of black "spots" across his entire body. These spots are actually miniature portals between two points in reality - when they're on his body, they seem to connect to one another, as any object that enters one comes out somewhere else on him.

However, Spot can also manifest these spots into the world around him, either by accident, by deliberately removing them from his body and placing them somewhere else, or later by willing them into existence. At first they pop up unintentionally, usually when he's startled or angry, but over time he gains the ability to throw them as projectiles or manifest them seemingly at will and control where they lead to, putting his hand through them to reach distant objects and send items/people thrown into them to specific destinations. He can also repel objects/attackers caught in them with enough force to crack walls, and in one of Miguel's screens of the aforementioned deleted bar scene, seems to be able to gather them up on his arms and use them as a small-range energy blast immediately in front of him.

multiversal travel: By entering a spot into "himself", Spot has access to an apparent inner dimension full of portals to other universes. Doing so exhausts his spots and will eventually leave him completely blank, forcing him to try to find or create more dark matter to replenish them. This is obviously super crazy stupid broken from a gameplay standpoint so it's getting nerfed! No more going across the Spotiverse, oops.

super mode: literally don't know what else to call it but from what little we've seen of it, once Spot bathes himself in the energy from the Mumbattan Super-Collider, he seems to have absolute control over his powers and potentially the multiverse itself. He can reject gravity and float through the sky, travel between universes instantly at will, create portals large and strong enough to suck in entire buildings and cars to shoot them back out as projectiles, and seems to have some measure of difficulty even keeping his original humanesque form (he's constantly sprouting split-second twitches of new limbs and heads that fade back into his main body). It probably won't be a thing in-game ever because there's so little info on it and it's super broken, but it's here for completion's sake.

Regret:

The Super-Collider explosion that turned him into his present weird state of being. Make him a real boy again, dammit.

Suitability:

Although presently not in great control of his powers, Spot's ability to warp space and time via his "holes" proves to be incredibly useful (and honestly kind of broken) once he gets proper experience with them! Even with the multiverse-hopping aspect nerfed, it's essentially localized short-range teleportation - he can use it to reach across rooms and behind physical barriers like walls or windows, move himself through walls or across spaces quickly, and make himself an unholy pain in the ass to fight via redirecting his opponents away from him or run them into hazards/each other. (At least in the comics, his attacks don't trigger Spidey Sense either due to starting in a different dimension.) He can still be hurt, but it's always when he's distracted or being caught by surprise, which also kind of still happens pretty often whoops.

Aside from that, at his current canon point, Spot would be incredibly motivated to get the missions done (and done right!) for a chance to get his old life back. The more desperate he gets, the greater the incentive that he's offered, the more he'll follow his path in the movie and lose his grasp on morality to get what he wants, no matter what (or who) he has to destroy to get it. OR he could meet some really great influences that make him ~love himself again~ or at least come to terms with what he is now, being that the main motivator for hating who/what he's become is that everyone in his life has abandoned, laughed at, or otherwise turned their backs on him after the accident. He's got a ton of room for growth in either direction and it could lead to either being the super bestest team player ever or an absolute unholy monster of selfish desire, and either way, cooperating with the mission and his teammates to get them gotdang orbs is a major part of it.

Inventory:

Nothing! Literally nothing. Just the spots on his back.

Sample:

1.

Johnathon used to sleep like a baby. Worn pleasantly ragged by his work, by those endless long nights that bled into dreary, coffee-soaked mornings, his eyes blurry from straining at dozens of screens filled with microscopic text and his own chickenscratch writing - probably why he needed the glasses, honestly - he'd stagger home and fall into bed, sleep like he was dead. Dreamless, cloying, and wonderful. True peace.

Spot doesn't sleep that much. He usually spends his nights folded up in his bed staring at the shitty popcorn ceiling, thinking. At least it isn't mostly crying anymore.

Dreams are... bad, these days. He never had enough left in him to dream before, save his days off, and those had been mild and forgettable. Nowadays they're mostly just horrible, smears of black and white and a riot of noise, Spider-Man flickering at the edges and out of his reach no matter how hard he tries to catch the awkward, boyish outline of him. Sometimes it's worse than that - a sea of laughter again, pointing fingers, faces he'd once found friendly turned jeering and twisted. His parents looking at him in horror, turned away like he was a fucking leprosy case. He tries not to sleep if he can help it.

Tonight, though. Tonight's different. Back to peaceful black like the old days, the good days.

But the voice is new.

The first bit scalds him, just a little. Yeah, he knows about regrets, okay? He knows things can't be changed, he's tried so, so hard to find a way to make this waking nightmare into something different. Fix himself. The math never works out anyway and they kicked him out of Alchemax, so even if there were a way to reverse what's been done to him, there's no way he'd have access to the right equipment, materials. No one will help him. No one wants to help, they just want to laugh.

"I know, you don't--" Yes, he's talking to the weird dream voice. This is all so weird that it probably doesn't hurt anything, right? Nevermind his snappy, miserable voice echoing off of nothing, talking to his - his subconscious or whatever is hardly the craziest thing that's happened to him lately. "Don't have to remind me--"

But, the voice says. Spot's head lifts abruptly, the dot on his face flickering riotously as he absorbs the rest. I'm offering you that chance.

To undo it. To undo everything. He wants it so badly he can taste it, nevermind that none of this is real. That he's probably just torturing himself in a new and exciting way, about to wake up in his cold bed and start weeping again. Or screaming. He's done a fair bit of both. The voice hardly even gets the last word or two out before he jerks forward, reaching out one clawing, desperate pale hand to the void.

"Yes!" It's raw, almost embarrassing in its desperation. He's been embarrassed far too much this past year to care. "I'll do anything! I'll help, just--"

Fix me.

He startles upright in a bed, nearly on the verge of betrayed not-tears before he realizes this isn't his claustrophobic, cramped little studio apartment anymore. No more Brooklyn stink on the air. Clean, cool lines, a bed moderately more comfortable than his own. Somewhere different. Somewhere new.

Maybe Spot does cry just a little bit, before he goes out. But it isn't the grief-stricken misery that wracks him like sickness. It's an unbearable sort of relief, a nervous buzzing excitement that he'd feel tight in his chest if he still had one.

"Thank you," he says to no one, his voice unmuffled by his hands. Still manages to be thick and snotty sounding, though, and how the hell does that work without a nose? "Thank you--"

It isn't grief this time. It's hope.

2.

They've got a lab here. He nearly pukes from the excitement, and it has nothing to do with his weird physiology. He just gets so excited about science, okay.

Granted that absolutely none of it is sorted correctly, which is kind of irritating, but it's - honestly, it's not that big of a deal, he's patient. Has nothing but time these days, outside of whatever little team-building adventure he'll end up getting shipped out to, and it's easier to drown himself in picking through boxes than focus on how worried he is that he's going to get laughed right out of whatever first big meeting they get all the volunteers into. It doesn't matter, he's not letting anyone else get between him and being a semi-attractive normal guy again instead of an oh god what the hell is that, but still! It hurts his feelings. May or may not fill him with a simmering, indescribable rage that he's really trying not to focus too hard on. Mostly it just kind of bums him out really bad, hurts his confidence.

(Sure, he's a weird aberrant crime against reality, but what living mind doesn't crave at least some kind of company? Someone who understands, at least sympathizes? He doesn't get to have that anymore.

He doesn't get to have anything.)

So he does what he always does and dives into the comfort of numbers and circuits and safe, reliable science. Spends a good hour or two hunched awkwardly over boxes like a vulture, picking through things he recognizes and even more that he doesn't, thrilled beyond belief that he has no idea what they are. This is great stuff! He's on a space station and everything is so cool and for once in a solid year, he almost feels like himself again, whistling a pleasant, crooked tune as he hauls a collection of junk to a nearby table and parks himself in front of it, fingers steepled as he surveys his little collection of crap. Fancy stuff, this. He wonders where they got it from, where and when they'll get more. Shit, actually - if he just takes this bit and connects it to that over there, twists some wires loose and plugs that into this, if he just grabs that screwdriver over there and makes this one little adjustment--

The door opens at his back. He spooks like a huntsman spider, and immediately, the whole room devolves into chaos.

The would-be gizmo in his hands disappears into a sudden flickering spot, drops into his head from another one that opens up above him. That freaks him out worse, which makes everything worse, because the momentum sends him tipping back in his seat with a wail into a floor that he never makes contact with. Another spot catches him, and this one spits him out into the boxes of junk he'd just been digging through, momentum and all. Little bits of metal and circuitry go flying, he flails desperately, and that makes his screwdriver go disappearing out of his hand and - flying at whatever unlucky soul managed to walk in here, oops. It's unfortunate that said tool has enough force to dig into the wall beside them (he's not getting that back, is he?) instead of their probably soft, fleshy self, at least. Spot's miserable groaning cuts off sharp at the sound of metal on metal, his head popping up from a wreckage of boxes and building materials.

"I'm so sorry!" And he is! He means it! Nevermind how hideously embarrassed he is right now, the spot on his face shrunk to the size of a quarter as he lets the embarrassment wash over him - self-consciousness too, of course, writ in every line of him as he stumbles and staggers his way up on gangly legs that pinch in at the knees, hands that wring themselves once he picks a bit of wiring out of a spot on his arm that may or may not be dangling out of the small of his back in the most embarrassing position possible. Ughhhh. "Wow that was - close, huh? You, uh... almost got screwed."

A beat. He offers a weak laugh, a little shrug.

"Because... it was a screwdriver? Right? You - you get it. Hah."

Wow just throw him in a blast furnace. He's twiddling his pale fingers now, self-consciousness rolling off of him in waves. He picks up his would-be invention gingerly from its place near his foot, studies the wrecked heap of machinery before sighing deeply, tossing it over his shoulder. Great. Awesome. So cool.

"Y'know what, I'm just gonna go."

And he does, muttering at himself all the way back to his room. Can't even have this without causing some sort of awkward chaos, huh? Maybe he needs to find some more goofy disguises he can wear around the place so nobody pays attention to him. At least not until they have to. With any luck, he'll be right as rain before long and they can get to know Johnathon, not Spot.

He traces his way back to his room, fidgeting with a - a little gear fit within a larger one, something he can play with while he thinks. Something small, something he won't break.

He has to do this right. Has to be fixed.

No matter what it takes.