<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn3.whatculture.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/01/aquaman.jpg) </div><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong> Name: Aquaman </strong><br/>  <strong>Location: Metropolis Harbor Fair </strong> <br/>  <strong>Tagging: Black Manta </strong> <br/></span></span><hr/><br/><br/>There are usually forces at play beyond the normal or mortal comprehensive level. Entities, effigies, ideal conceptions given personality or purpose, as well as paranormal beings all comprise the list of these forces, but only scratch the surface. One of these forces was something that drove man - metahuman and mundane alike - to act on intangible contexts; a force we all call 'fear'. There are many subcategories of emotion that stem from this very basic, yet powerful, term. Doubt, anxiety, skepticism, and even courage are some of these emotions. The last one, courage, being the one placed in the light of idolization and a measurement of worth revered. This is what drove the man currently speeding past the reinforcing naval ships on approach to the Metropolis Harbor Fair. A trail of parallel streams of rising water were left in the figure's high velocity movements, giving only a distorted shadow with a humanoid figure. Who could this figure be?<br/><br/>Arthur Curry, half-human and half-Atlantean, was this figure. A man born in Amnesty Bay, Maine and heir to the Atlantean Throne. He had been a vigilant peacekeeper for the oceans for years. Years he had bled, cried, and sweat through heralding hardship and danger almost at a consistent rate. So consistent was this streak of struggle, many knew his name - knew his reputation. They called him the<strong>Aquaman</strong>, and right now a man who had become a thorn in his side through all these years was making (yet another) mess of things, weaving threads of chaos into the security and order the citizens much enjoyed. He would have none of it, and it was his responsibility to put a stop to it. He owed it not only to the waters Black Manta had plagued for years, but to the men and woman under attack that fought towards their mutually shared goal.<br/><br/>The water behind the human bullet moving faster than ship could every hope to accomplish began to rise, slowly forming a wave that peaked at twenty feet. A mere testament to the speed Arthur carried himself forward with furrowed blonde brows. Eventually, so too did Aquaman emerge from the current bee-lining to the submerging black vessel owned by one of his greatest foes.<strong>"Black Manta!"</strong>He shouted out as loud as his lungs would carry him, merely wanting the villain's attention and hoping to draw his fire away from the men and women in arms.<strong>"It's about time we end this game of cat and mouse!"</strong>