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54,102 | 1,471 | 38 | 1,304 | 784 | I'm gonna f**cking kill you, Silus... Knew it was too good to be true. Should've just capped him in the cantina, save us all the trouble... Luckily for the group, Jax had been quite intuitive and used his body as cover for them, saving a few of his companions from a deadly volley of fire. Shouts from the other side of the room from the bandits erupted loudly, as they panicked from the sight of the huge machine. "You didn't say there'd be f**king battle droids, Jousa!" Their ranks broke too, as Korrin flew in, whirling his stingers through the air in majestic precision, more akin to a complicated dance than lethal close quarters combat. As for the sniper, they hadn't fired at them in a while...
The sniper was lining up shots on the group when the ledge started to chip and crack from shots dangerously close to her head. She looked into the direction of the fire, seeing a lone figure professionally walking along slowly, yet firing continuously and methodically with unnatural accuracy. 'Who the hell is that?' She said aloud to herself, as she fired two rounds back at him, going wide of actually getting a hit. She ducked down, and reloaded, before popping up to see his position now. This proved to be a lethal mistake, as a round slammed into her head right at that moment, killing her instantly. Her body flew back as the back of her head exploded out, and she fired a shot into the sky, before hitting the ground with a loud thud.
With the chaos, Kintya had failed to notice Silus at first, due to the bull man caving a wall in right beside her: With his head? Damn, that's pretty bad ass, actually, she thought aloud to herself, and began to move towards the new escape route. Wait, what the hell is that box? She started to move back, thinking it was an explosive charge, when a map popped into existence and showed red dots along the roof, with weapon stats and types indicated for each dot. Who left this here... Kintya looked up, and saw Silus, firing in the direction of the sniper. Damn, can't believe I doubted you for a second, Bounty Hunter.
the thugs had had enough, and one of them, an insect like creature, had it's throat slit by Korrin, throwing up a massive pile of tentacles and clutching it's throat before crumpling to the ground. "Screw this, Jousa! I'm out! You win, assholes!" The remaining two thugs, the ringleader and another slug man, began to retreat down the stair well and run through the next floor for their lives, unaware of Temujin running in the opposite direction towards them.
The smoke cleared, and Kintya huffed happily, glad to be alive still. She holstered her gun, and let the silence swarm over her, peaceful and envigorating. "Alright, give a shout if you're not dead. Oh and Silus, get down here so I can either kick your ass for setting up the ambush, or hug you for these new guns." She picked up the holo recorder, placed it on the table for all to see and started to procure the various weapons. "Alright. First in, best dressed. Santa Silus up there has new toys lying around the place, just for us, so grab what you can. Oh, and Elin, we'll call it even now, yeah?" | Name: Kintya Pol
-Race: Genetically modified human
Gender: Female
-Age: 34
Personality: Kintya Pol has always been fond of travel and adventure, never staying in the one place for too long. She is gritty and determined to find the people responsible for the destruction of Outpost 32, eager to get her revenge on them. Kintya is also jaded and suspicious of strangers, accepting that death is a part of life, and will shoot someone she doesn't know if they are acting suspiciously enough. She considers newcomers to Tryliin dead men walking, and has no close friends to speak of.
Weapons: -10mm Assegai Ind. Machine pistol (with AP ammo)
Combat knife (kept in boot strap)
Abilities: Photosynthesis – One of the genetic alteraltions the S-GAF decided would be crucial to the colonization effort was alternative food sources, especially regarding the frontier engineering teams. As such, all Engineering Corps. personal can supplement their diet with energy from the sun. While not completely eloiminating the need for food, it does mean she can survive a lot longer without it, useful when the supply lines are devastated by raiders.
Bio: Kintya Pol was born to a family in poverty on Earth, missing out on what most children took for granted at the time. She has always wanted to travel the galaxy, and studied from a young age, sacrificing things like friendship and enjoyment. Kintya worked hard and eventually graduated top of her class in The Academy, with engineering and mathematics majors.
She immediately accepted a job offer with S-GAF, and was deployed with the 233rd Engineering Corps to Tryliin, who specialised in consturction of fortifications and outposts on hostile and desolate worlds. Their goal was to attempt to set up a second colony after the first failed attempt, and Kintya settled into a peaceful life, helping to build Outpost 32.
Then, the unthinkable happened: While on a routine patrol to repair a damaged Thumper on the perimeter fence, a settler of 32 betrayed the colony, arming the local raiders with the weapons from the armory, disabling the outpost's defenses and severing radio communications. The assault was brief: Entire families were murdered and burnt to death in their homes while they slept, with the survivors captured as slaves, with no way of defending themselves. When the patrol returned to Outpost 32, it was nothing but ash and bodies.
When the inquiry into what happened determined sabotage, Kintya became outraged when her superiors refused to do anything to bring those responsible to justice. They claimed it was simply too dangerous, and it was better to cut their losses than risk angering the local bandit clans. Kintya left for the deserts, determined to find and bring to justice those who destroyed Outpost 32. Her current whereabouts are unknown, and she has been declared AWOL, presumed dead.
Personal Equipment:
-Toolkit: Kintya uses her toolkit to anlyse and repair damaged devices she finds on her travels, selling them to passing travelers.
-Chomper: Her companion, Chomper is a Coslot (a popular beast of burden with the many races) missing an eye and part of his tail, which he lost to a pack of Hoppers as a calf. Kintya saved him, and the two have been inseparable since. |
54,103 | 1,471 | 39 | 192 | 758 | Silus gave a smirk under his mask as he saw the sniper go down. "Guess I still got it, well that should take care of that." he thought to himself before turning his attention to the battle going on in the apartments. Things seemed to be going in their favor so he decided to sit out and save his ammo for the real fight coming up. And with the others mopping up the ambush Silus went to go gather the two bags full of weapons he had stashed elsewhere. By the time Kintya was yelling at Silus he was already gone off getting the rest of his equipment. It wasn't long before Silus came walking down the hall with the two bags. "And the hidden weapons were just scraps thrown to help you with this fight, Although it looks like you didn't need the extra help. Well there is more Ammo and a few more guns and some grenades in this bag so stock up, the next part won't be as easy as the first." He said while tossing one of the bags onto the table. "As for this one, well lets just say its my little bag of tricks. I'll be keeping these to help out later" he added motioning to the bag he was still carrying. "As for the ambush, our "rivals" heard we were going after the bounty as well and tried to stop us from getting to the mansion at all. So I think we have wasted enough time, Stock up and prepare to move, our distraction will be moving soon and we would be stupid to miss our chance to attack." He continued before turning and moving to disarm the unused traps while the others picked up weapons to help with the attack. | -Name: Silus Gray
-Race: Human
-Age: 37
-Appearance:
Stands 6’2” Athletic build
-Personality: Silus is a Cunning and Ruthless man and not usually very friendly. Years on Tryliin have taught him a thing or two. Primarily never to trust anyone in Oasis, that and shoot first or not at all. But every gruff and tough guy has a soft side somewhere and those who stick around him long enough get to see bits and pieces of his at times.
-Weapons:
5.56 mm Carbine with red dot sight.
M1911 Pistol
-Abilities:
Black Ops Training – Trained to be the best of the best Silus is very skilled in marksmanship, and hand-to-hand combat. He also received Wilderness Survival tactics during his training which has been augmented by his stay on Tryliin.
Roguish Abilities – Years in a Street gang have given Silus quick hands. He is a skilled pickpocket and lock-picker. And can hide quite well if he has to.
Cooking – A man has to eat. Silus has always had a secret love of cooking and although few get to enjoy his cooking he is quite good at it.
-Bio: Silus was born on the backwater planet of Keldoran near the edges of colonized space. His early years were tough and as soon as he could understand how bad things were, he had to fight for not only his survival, but that of his family as well. By the age of 10 he was already part of a gang acting as a lookout, and sometimes a thief. Years went by and Silus worked his way up in the gang all to provide for his family. At the age of 15 he made his first kill, some poor merchant wouldn’t pay his “protection” money and the order was given. But that was the nature of things on Keldoran and no one even gave it a second thought. And at 18 Silus’ life changed, the family he had always been working so hard for died when their house was caught in a fire that had started a few doors down. Losing everything he had worked so hard for nearly broke Silus and he sank deeper into the gang life with no hope of looking back.
It wasn’t until Silus was 20 when he got himself into real trouble with the law, the gang wanted to step-up their operations and tried to rob a Federal Bank. The operation didn’t go well and most of the gang wound up dead. Silus had managed to survive the shootout and was captured alive but wounded. Prisoner of the Federal Government Silus was given two options, bleed to death in some back alley for his crimes, or try to make amends for his past crimes as a soldier. It was an easy choice for Silus, life was better than death so he choose the life of a soldier.
It was clear during his training that there was something different about Silus and he seemed to stand out in the crowd of recruits and in a good way. And it wasn’t long before he was separated from the normal pack and taken into Black Ops Training. It was grueling training, but turned Silus into something more. He was no longer the little gang boy of his childhood, he was now a trained killer for the S-GAF.
The next five years of his life in service to the S-GAF are covered in black and he doesn’t even talk about it, but that chapter of his life came to an end. His team’s mission, Eliminate a crime lord on Tryliin. Things started nicely and due to his criminal background it was easy enough for Silus to infiltrate the criminal syndicate, and things started smoothly. That was until somehow the mission was leaked and instead of ambushing the Crime Lord, his team was the one lead into an ambush. Luckily Silus and two of his team were able to kill the crime lord and escape the trap, but being black ops they had been cut loose and left on their own. And it wasn’t long until the three of them split up and went their separate ways. He never knew what became of the other two, but Silus remained on Tryliin and became a bounty hunter. Because in a place like Tryliin there would always be money to be made hunting the scum of the galaxy. And over the past 12 years he has made a living for himself now calling the planet home and its scum still easy to make a living off of.
-Personal equipment:
Desert Survival Suit
-Airtight suit with a built in air conditioner to make even the desert bearable
-Armored pads to protect the wearer
Black Notebook – a notebook in which Silus keeps his contacts information and a record of bounties collected. Encrypted in case someone else were to come across it. |
54,104 | 1,471 | 40 | 1,258 | 1,191 | With the enemy forces being wiped out Jax raised from his cover, now towering over it as he simply stepped over and looked over the battle field, a poorly planned out attack given who they were dealing with, and as suspected Jax had found a rather talented group of people. Turning around to the group he walked over to Kintya "Observation: Enemy has been dealt with in a rather bloody way, however it could have been bloodier still." Listening to the two talk Jax raised his left arm and allowed the bolter to deploy for a moment. "Statement: Sadly these weapons are not adapted to my frame work, however the weapons I have are more than enough to deal with any meatbag or machine that we may encounter." Retracting its weapon Jax observed the bodies. "Suggestion: Looting the bodies may prove to be useful in deducing who sent them." | -Name: Jax
-Race Robotic: Developed by E-Corp
-Age: 12
-Appearance:
-Personality: Strangely enough Jax is not the cold emotionless machine he seems to be at first glance, and generally seems to enjoy his work with a certain amount of glee. He shows great insight to their activities as humans are "Such interesting creatures" He always sees to start his words with what the sentence is meant to imply, mainly due to the fact his voice is mostly monotone. "Upset: This sand gets everywhere..."
-Weapons:
Cradeene Needle gun: A chain gun like weapon developed by the Cradeene. Normally meant to be put onto small vehicles, the corporation that sent Jax found it fitting to equip it onto him.
Bolter cannon: A fold out cannon like weapon from his right arm, fires large heated bolts for keeping things attached to other things... includes enemies attached to walls.
-Abilities:
Hacking: Jax is able to hack and control other machines, but it is much easier when linked up directly rather than trying from longer range.
The Machine: Jax, if you may not have guessed, is a machine. Being a machine allows him not to bleed like organics and not die as easily due to the fact what he is, is really just software. He can be placed within any body he wishes after his old one is destroyed, as long as someone is there to pick up what is left. Being a machine his body depends on his abilities.
Frickin HUGE: Jax's current body is HUGE when compared to normal humans. He is at least the size of a large Torros, and so rivals the strength of one as well.
-Bio: At first J-33-x was developed to be a scavenging robot to support mining operations on the planet. Programmed with simple orders to go and retrieve broken down wrecks in order to repurpose them, as sending down new vehicles and robots was getting expensive. It is far from safe on Tryliin, and soon he was gunned down and then taken by bandits to be used for their own needs. Though what happened back at the bandit base is unknown as only a few days later Jax had returned to the company to be reworked on, though they thought it was a trap at first they soon discovered that nothing was wrong with Jax, and the bandits had not been seen since. Whatever happened there only Jax knew, but he insisted his memory had been wiped. With the sudden reveal of what lay under the planet, the company decided to use their spare J-33-x robot to explore them, outfitting him with all that he would need... However, now he has not been heared from since as he wonders the planet, calling himself Jax.
-Personal equipment:
COM unit: Jax has a long range Com unit built into himself
Plasma torches: On his two spare arms he has powerful plasma torches for cutting metal.
Night vision third eye |
54,105 | 1,471 | 41 | 814 | 415 | Korrin flicked his wrists lightly, wicking off both blood and venom from his stingers, and then felt as the muscles in his arms contracted, pulling the spikes back up in-between the bones in his arms. "I am alive," he stated calmly in response to Kintya's role call. He rolled his shoulders and stretched out to stand up at his full height. "Though unsurprised by the fact. This enemy had little training, and little chance to have truly survived. An unprepared assailant is as good as a dead assailant." He spoke calmly, drawing a small square of cloth from his pocket, he dabbed the glands above his eyes with it to get some lubricating oils, and then cleaned his eyes lightly, with motions as smooth and practiced as the ones he had used to execute his opponents. "I am less interested in who was attempting to kill us then as to how they found where it was we were meant to meet, and when." | -Name: Korrin'Tyritiani'Dashento for ease though it also goes by Korrin or Kory
-Race: Kin'eko'chi
-Age: 21
-Appearance: Korrin is a rather tall wiry man, standing at 6' 4''. His body is covered in light lean muscles, and while he may not be thick his muscles are taught and strong, well honed over his years of training. His face is tanned and angular, with sharp planes and high cheekbones, and he wears his blond hair short, closely cut to his scalp, usually by himself with a knife, without the aide of a mirror. His arms, legs, body, and face all bear light scars of healed cuts and gashes. He also wears light loose fitting pants and an incredibly loose tanktop.
-Personality: Korrin is was a very happy outgoing person until his Kan'eko'chi'nii. Since then he has become very quiet and reserved, sombre in most all situations, filled with cold intellect, however on occasion the old Korrin, who used to be kind will show through.
-Weapons: Connor carries no close ranged weapons, instead preferring to use either his stingers or his fists up close. He does carry a weapon similar to a cross between a taser and a shotgun, the weapon sends out a concentrated pulse of electricity capable of knocking most humanoid creatures off their feet at a range of five meters, the weapon has a three shot maximum before needing to swap cartridges. He also carries a Kan'kami a weapon similar to a sniper rifle that fires crystal shards charged with an electric pulse.
-Abilities: Connor can see into both the infrared and ultraviolet spectrum allowing him to see in both the dark and very lowlight, he also doesn't blink. He was trained by his people as a political assassin, a relatively common job among his people. He is an excellent marksmen with his kan'kami(the way to end) and a master of kage'bushiro a form of martial arts developed specifically for assassins of his species. In addition to this he is also a relatively versatile pilot, having learned to pilot multiple different types of craft, ranging from the atmo-skimmers made by his people to frigates and shipping vessels of the human race to even war vessels made by the K'yaSynth.
-Bio: Born on the Kin'eko'chi home world of Dith'alla'om, Korrin was a happy child, however he came from a long line of Uta'eko'kami, which translates to those that end the path. Uta'eko'kami are elite political assassins that are used in order to both ascend the political ladder or crush political opponents. As a boy he loved flying, and his parents indulged him in buying Dith'skalli or world skimmer, a single person in-atmo skimmer, which he flew daily. He even began studying how to fly other types of craft, and when he was twelve he wanted to go to a temple to learn to be a pilot, but it was expected of him that he become an Uta'eko'kami, like his father and mother before him, and so with a heavy heart he did.
He spent eight long years first learning the art of thinking, how to conceptualize, plan, and speak, then he learned the arts of languages, those of his people, those of the peoples of the stars, and those of nature, and finally he learned arts of killing, first with his bare hands, then with his stingers, and finally with the vast assortment of weapons his species had created. He was assigned several tasks as a journeyman originally with a master of the craft, then later with a small group of other journeymen. As his final assignment as a journeyman at his masters temple he was assigned his first solo assignment. He killed the target easily, and with that became a man.
His first Job as an Uta'eko'kami, however did not go so easily, for his hit knew that he was to be killed. The target, knowing the only way to stop an Uta'eko'kami was with another Uta'eko'kami hired an experienced killer, a man from a skilled and well respected bloodline, and in the dark of their planets night, Karrin fought the other killer. It was a close fight, but in the end young vitality trumped aged skill, and Karrin killed the other Uta'eko'kami. He then slated his hit and as he walked out turned on the lights inside the house. It was then that he realized that the man dead on the floor, the man he had fought and killed, was his own father. Among the Kin'eko'chi Uta'eko'kami are immune from most all laws regarding murder, however patricide is a different crime altogether. His punishment was exile from the home world, and while he could have chosen any planet to go to, he chose Tryliin as a form of self punishment.
-Personal equipment:
The Shun'Hii an atmo-skimmer, a modified Dith'skalli capable of carrying several passengers and leaving the atmosphere for up to an hour at a time.
A digital star map, with known habitable worlds marked and those that have maps available downloaded and stored. One of his personal dreams is t fly to each of them himself one day, once he feels his penance is done. |
54,106 | 1,471 | 42 | 1,304 | 784 | Deep inside the Catacombs, time - Unknown
"The current species are so interesting... For, in all actuality, they cannot help their urges, as it has always been. Natural selection is so powerful, but also cruel..."
She continued to observe, as they pressed ever closer to discovering the nature of Tryliin, and Her abode. This had happened before. Only once, but the evidence was there. Something stirred within her, ancient memories of a time long past and forgotten, but amazingly still relevant. For it was playing out exactly the same as it had before, and She felt that it would end just as it had previously. But, there was a sensation... Something barely tangible, but still a cause of concern. Something was different, and for the first time, she couldn't anticipate the outcome.
"They fight, for it is all they know. War, and treachery, and murdering their brethren. Nothing has changed regarding that. But one is different. One, is imbued with The Presence, and that will indeed anger the Defender. And even He may fall this time. Then what will happen? Will I finally see a world greater than what I could imagine? Only time will tell..." She floated above the pit, Her home, and continued to watch, as those who came before worked towards their goal... In time, all would be revealed. And, for the first time in a long while, She felt hope.
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"Well, Korrin, they were probably the guys from yesterday, wanting to get revenge. Hope they don't regret that decision now..."
Lighting up another cigarette, Kintya pulled a heavy drag, and noticed the bodies strewn like dolls on the floor. it was evident that they were vastly inexperienced and out gunned, and she wondered how the other thugs would fare against Temujin. Not too well, she imagined. They had collected the guns, and Kintya claimed the sniper rifle for herself, as she was probably the best shot. Then she glanced at Korrin, and his weapon, and thought otherwise. They could sort it out with a little race to get the highest body count later. Dumping the weapons on the ground, Kintya placed her hands on her hips, smiling.
"Alright, everything else is fair game, Temujin probably would prefer to use his fists anyway. And we should be up any minute now..." She heard the firing begin, as the other group of bounty hunters started their assault. "Alright, let's move, we came this far already, no turning back now!" | Name: Kintya Pol
-Race: Genetically modified human
Gender: Female
-Age: 34
Personality: Kintya Pol has always been fond of travel and adventure, never staying in the one place for too long. She is gritty and determined to find the people responsible for the destruction of Outpost 32, eager to get her revenge on them. Kintya is also jaded and suspicious of strangers, accepting that death is a part of life, and will shoot someone she doesn't know if they are acting suspiciously enough. She considers newcomers to Tryliin dead men walking, and has no close friends to speak of.
Weapons: -10mm Assegai Ind. Machine pistol (with AP ammo)
Combat knife (kept in boot strap)
Abilities: Photosynthesis – One of the genetic alteraltions the S-GAF decided would be crucial to the colonization effort was alternative food sources, especially regarding the frontier engineering teams. As such, all Engineering Corps. personal can supplement their diet with energy from the sun. While not completely eloiminating the need for food, it does mean she can survive a lot longer without it, useful when the supply lines are devastated by raiders.
Bio: Kintya Pol was born to a family in poverty on Earth, missing out on what most children took for granted at the time. She has always wanted to travel the galaxy, and studied from a young age, sacrificing things like friendship and enjoyment. Kintya worked hard and eventually graduated top of her class in The Academy, with engineering and mathematics majors.
She immediately accepted a job offer with S-GAF, and was deployed with the 233rd Engineering Corps to Tryliin, who specialised in consturction of fortifications and outposts on hostile and desolate worlds. Their goal was to attempt to set up a second colony after the first failed attempt, and Kintya settled into a peaceful life, helping to build Outpost 32.
Then, the unthinkable happened: While on a routine patrol to repair a damaged Thumper on the perimeter fence, a settler of 32 betrayed the colony, arming the local raiders with the weapons from the armory, disabling the outpost's defenses and severing radio communications. The assault was brief: Entire families were murdered and burnt to death in their homes while they slept, with the survivors captured as slaves, with no way of defending themselves. When the patrol returned to Outpost 32, it was nothing but ash and bodies.
When the inquiry into what happened determined sabotage, Kintya became outraged when her superiors refused to do anything to bring those responsible to justice. They claimed it was simply too dangerous, and it was better to cut their losses than risk angering the local bandit clans. Kintya left for the deserts, determined to find and bring to justice those who destroyed Outpost 32. Her current whereabouts are unknown, and she has been declared AWOL, presumed dead.
Personal Equipment:
-Toolkit: Kintya uses her toolkit to anlyse and repair damaged devices she finds on her travels, selling them to passing travelers.
-Chomper: Her companion, Chomper is a Coslot (a popular beast of burden with the many races) missing an eye and part of his tail, which he lost to a pack of Hoppers as a calf. Kintya saved him, and the two have been inseparable since. |
54,107 | 1,472 | 0 | 716 | 5,251 | EAST RAGE DISTRICT, OUTSIDE THE STONE GYM, 8:53PM
The streets were dark and gloomy, this part of town would usually be populated by crackheads, the homeless and cockroaches, and In East Rage district, those three weren't mutually exclusive. But tonight they weren't around, they cleared out, they were scared. There was a dangerous presence here, a confrontation. 4 men from the viciously notorious Water Dragon Triads. They had confronted a very dangerous street fighter who had just shown up to the Stone Gym, he was invited by Missy Stone from jail, but they were not about to let him.
Mr Chambers, the Water Dragon has no current issues with you, but I'm afraid you wont be able to use this Gym, you know that the triads control the flow of dope through this district and our 'customers' need Somewhere to shoot up.I understand that some other random vigilantes are supposed to be meeting here, I'm not sure what this is all about but Lesser Captain Chi is in the same prison as Ms Stone and has informed us. Now you will have to leave the district, your kind isnt welcome here Mr Chambers, this is a Triad district.
The calm but visibly sadistic captain smirked slowly, as he turned around to see his 3 henchmen soldiers all pull out a weapon each, Nunchucks, Butterfuly Knives and a wooden training sword. He turned back to Dante Chambers and folded his arms in smug contempt.
So Mr Chambers, are you going to heed our gracious warning or are me and the Water Boys going to have to FUCK YOUR SHIT UP? | Name: 'Pretty Boy' Matt Marcus
Age: 26
Height: 6'0
Weight: 180
Apperance:
Fighting Style:
Self Taught 'Freestyle' Karate and Krav Maga
Other Skills: Excellent motorbike rider, specializes in japanese 'super bike' models. Also has very sharp tongue and knowledge of the criminal auto dealer market. Also excellent swimmer.
Personality: Matt is cocky, and self assured, and his superior fighting skills have given him no reason to think otherwise. He is also quite selfish, only pursuing goals if he can see a benefit for himself. Also despises authority, which has gotten him into plenty of fights in the criminal underground.
Bio: Matt Marcus was a typical punk in Rage City driving around on his scrambler motorcycle commiting petty crime for cheap thrills until he accidentally crashed his bike into the Police Vehicle of Detective Blaze Fielding who had since rejoined the force since the events of Streets of Rage and became a detective, although she was in her early 40s, she was still a master fighter and not only caught up to the young punk but beat him quite handily in a street fight, warning him to change his ways or she would be back to arrest him.
This had a strange effect on Matt, he didn't reform from criminal lifestyle but became a lot more shrewd and disciplined, turning his focus on to the illegal street racing scene as apposed to handbag snatching. And never wanting to get beat so badly in a fight ever again, started training his body for comabat, teaching himself a wild but effecting version of karate with the help of his local (corrupt) Dojo.
Now an infamous street racing demon, he seeks to take the 'final stand' as his opportunity to rid the streets of the more powerful gangs and criminal organisations so, he can continue to expand his racing circuit without any interference.
Theme Song: |
54,108 | 1,472 | 1 | 1,244 | 9,387 | After getting the time and place to meet, Dante found himself walking down the dark streets with a demeanor of wanting to take care of business. His eyes switched back and forth to notice not a single crackhead, Homeless, or cockroaches could be seen. Hell, not even a 2 dollar ho on the side giving a douche bag deep throat in a phone booth. It was normal to see that but it was as if Dante felt he was going to find out the reason why it was so quiet.
Once the gym came into sight for the fighter, he was welcomed by a fake ass Ip Man wannabe as he came forth giving him the rundown of what's happening and what will happen if he didn't leave and let the Triads continue doing what they're down. Looking at the guy who spoke and his back up that were holding weapons, Dante gave a nod and smirked "Oh...I'm sorry...well pardon the fuck me then...didn't know who I was fuckin with...excuse me sir...."
Dante took a quarter turn before swiftly throwing a quick right cross, aiming for Xao's chin to show that Dante wasn't going to back the fuck up for no one. | Name: Dante "New Blood" Chambers
Age: 28
Height: 5'10
Weight: 180
Apperance:
Fighting Style: Freestyle and Hybrid Boxing: Hybrid boxing is a combination of Boxing, Muay Thai, Wrestling, Taichi, and Dirty fighting but solely revolve around the use of your arms. the style includes leg moves but mostly in defending and supplementary for dirty fighting. So...he can use grabs, slams and take downs, elbow shots, open hand moves for defense and evasion and use cheating moves like eye gouging and throat punches and etc. He created this style to give him better chance at winning fights and to have an effective way to counter other styles.
Other Skills: lock picking, parkour, basic weapon usage: weapons I'm talking about are things you find on the street like lead pipes and such.
Personality: Fearless, hotblooded, and a bit arrogant, Dante never backs down from a challenge. He loves a good fight if it's worth his time....and even if it is not, he'll make it entertaining. He's a bit of a show off as he used to have homeboys of his video tape his street fights and knockout he causes so that he can put it on a broadcasting website. He can work with others but he usually want to be the spot light in the team as he loves to have and gain a greater reputation. He's not above admitting someone having skill or needing help if a time calls for it but he tries not to put himself in that situation. All in all he's someone that would be a great asset to the team, that's if you can tolerate his attitude.
Bio: Dante was really young back when Axel and his partners first fought Mr. X's crime syndicate. when he heard about the events, that inspired him to want to fight. He even witnessed some fighting the following year which was the events when Eddie got involved in the fights to get his brother back. Ever since then, Dante practiced Boxing and through the years, fought kids in his school who were bullying others. later down the line he got into street fighting to make a little money hear and there. After years of honing his skills and adding to his new hybrid style, Dante encountered a situation where he fought a guy from one of the new gangs in the city and defeated him as his homeboys recorded it. Because of the embarrassing loss and the humiliation of having the public eye witness his ass whooping, the guy found out where Dante's mother lived, beat and raped her, leaving her laid out on the living room floor for dead. Because of this, and the increasing problems and acts these gangs cause in his hood, Dante is now on a personal quest to payback the bastards that harmed his mother and to make sure nothing like this ever happens again. Beware bitches New Blood is coming for you. |
54,109 | 1,472 | 2 | 716 | 5,251 | Xao laughed under his breath, he heard all the stories about Dante Chambers, he knew this man was essentially fearless and there was no way he was going to back down, offering him a chance to walk away was a formality, Xao WANTED a fight. His mind went calm as he watched the position of Dante's stance as he took a small angle as he was 'turning away'. And then thats when it came, a roaring right hand straight punch aimed straight for the Triad's chin. Xao expected it and raised his forearm to block
How fucking stupid do you think I am Mr Chambers?, Okay Waterboys, lets skin this Idiot alive and the we can...AHHH
Crrrrunchhh!
Xao blocked the attack succesfully but his forearm didnt like the punch at all, Dante threw the punch with an impact of a sledge hammer and it slammed into Xao's arm painfully as he absorbed the shot!
Ahhh you fuck, youre DEAD!
And with that threat the first henchman approached Dante like a gust of wind, snapping a low kick aimed at his right knee which made a sound like a whip as it impacted hard, and then Xao who was still reeling in pain, shot out a lighting fast palm thrust, striking Dante Square in the chest and knocking him back a few inches. The other 2 henchman had already circled behind Dante, each getting ready to attack with vicious round house kicks to Dante's blindside.
What? you expected a fair fight Mr Chambers? these are the Streets Of Rage or did your dumbass forget?! | Name: 'Pretty Boy' Matt Marcus
Age: 26
Height: 6'0
Weight: 180
Apperance:
Fighting Style:
Self Taught 'Freestyle' Karate and Krav Maga
Other Skills: Excellent motorbike rider, specializes in japanese 'super bike' models. Also has very sharp tongue and knowledge of the criminal auto dealer market. Also excellent swimmer.
Personality: Matt is cocky, and self assured, and his superior fighting skills have given him no reason to think otherwise. He is also quite selfish, only pursuing goals if he can see a benefit for himself. Also despises authority, which has gotten him into plenty of fights in the criminal underground.
Bio: Matt Marcus was a typical punk in Rage City driving around on his scrambler motorcycle commiting petty crime for cheap thrills until he accidentally crashed his bike into the Police Vehicle of Detective Blaze Fielding who had since rejoined the force since the events of Streets of Rage and became a detective, although she was in her early 40s, she was still a master fighter and not only caught up to the young punk but beat him quite handily in a street fight, warning him to change his ways or she would be back to arrest him.
This had a strange effect on Matt, he didn't reform from criminal lifestyle but became a lot more shrewd and disciplined, turning his focus on to the illegal street racing scene as apposed to handbag snatching. And never wanting to get beat so badly in a fight ever again, started training his body for comabat, teaching himself a wild but effecting version of karate with the help of his local (corrupt) Dojo.
Now an infamous street racing demon, he seeks to take the 'final stand' as his opportunity to rid the streets of the more powerful gangs and criminal organisations so, he can continue to expand his racing circuit without any interference.
Theme Song: |
54,110 | 1,472 | 3 | 904 | 2,988 | WOOHOO!
Flooded the alleys as Kai "Thunder-Kid" Williams grinded down a stair railway on his roller blades. Roller blading is so fun, and is such a good trick for getting out of trouble when he's not looking for it. Kai loved the rush, and the way the air parted around him as he surged forward on top of the metal railing. Kai jumped off, twisting a hundred and eighty degrees before landing and bending his knees. He shook his fist in excitement, self-congratulating himself. "Nailed it." He commented.
With the surprise letter from Missy Stone, Kai almost set off immediately. He also hated what the streets have become, however he wasn't old enough in the past two events where the gangs took over. Now, again, but this time Kai was older, and more training. Kai was more ready than ever. This area was particularly rough, the so called Water Dragons controlled this place, mainly through drug trades and muscle. Fortunately for Kai, Thunder did not mix well with water. It was actually quite a shock when he turned the corner, twisting around again to face forward, to see at least four of them fighting one man, right outside the gym he meant to be at. This wasn't good at all.
Kai lowered his torso, skating faster. "Hey!" He yelled, trying to get their attention. Kai drifted to the wall, and jumped up towards it as he got closer to the group. As he pushed off the wall, he pulled his right fist back, and as he propelled forward, he extended the fist outwards, trying to punch one with the butterfly knife right in the head. Kai planned to roll forward on landing and immediately turn to face the other three. | Name: Kai "Thunder-Kid" Williams
Age: 19
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 158 lbs
Fighting Style: Self-taught Mixed Martial Arts, usually following the style you see in UFC or cage matches, however his true skill lies in the boxing art. Jabs, hooks and uppercuts is where Kai excels at. However, he is almost always seen using his roller skates, which gives him incredible (yet sometimes unstable in situations) mobility on the streets. Wheels hurt man...
Other Skills: Kai is actually really good in parkour-like movements, as well as being kind of skilled on roller blades, which helps him out getting to and from places.
(his roller blades)
Personality: Kai is incredibly outgoing and friendly with a deep, deep hatred for bullies. He's funny and caring and above all loyal to friends and allies but if you mess with a friend, you've messed with him, and that's when he can completely switch. He's very serious in fighting situations and can get extremely reckless when a friend has been hurt. Kai is essentially a loyal dog with a lion deep inside that comes out when you've hurt the pride. His hobbies include training and roller blading on the streets.
Bio: Kai has had a history with bullies, and it's mostly him getting involved with someone bullying another person. Since 8, Kai has recklessly got in the way of the school bully, usually ending in either one of them landing on their backside. It wasn't his fault people were assholes. However, Kai usually drifts between groups and doesn't really try to fit into a mould, because if he did that he couldn't be friends with everyone he wanted to be. When growing up, the bullies got bigger and bigger, and so did his mindset on learning how to actually fight. Kai's father was very big into UFC and World Championship Boxing, and Kai has fond memories cheering in front of the TV set with his Dad as a world class fighter slugged his way against another world class fighter. It was also a way of examining the fight. Kai got hold of clips from the internet and videos, and copied all of the moves over and over again, countless nights in a row. He also found a training regime at about 16, to condition and mould his body even more so he could become a fighter. And now that the streets are becoming known as the Streets of Rage once more, and a mystery letter from one Missy Stone, Kai finally buckled on his skates and is ready to set out against the criminals. In a way, they're bullying the city, and Kai despises bullies. |
54,111 | 1,472 | 4 | 1,244 | 9,387 | Smiling at that moment, from the damage he did to Xao's forearm, Dante watched on and was ready for the attacks that were to come as one of the henchmen gave Dante a sound kick to the right knee which, even with him bracing himself, it still stung. Dante couldn't counter since the fact Mr. Fucked up forearm swiftly assisted with a palm attack to the chest being knocked back.
Dante noticed the two that just attacked him but like back when he fought in unfair fights times before, he knew that he'd get jumped from all sides when he didn't see the other two in sight. Dante not taking the time to think about it, instinctively got into a peek-a-boo guard, crouched and dashed forward to try and get out of range of the two who was more than likely trying to hit him from behind. Since Xao was already hurt, he dashed straight for the one that kicked him as he opened his hands slightly in his peek-a-boo guard just in case he needed to deflect or grab any next on coming attacks from Xao if he tried.
Watching the two closely, he went to step on the foot of the one that attacked his knee so to go for an attempt to elbow strike the left side of his head and spin so to use the guy as a shield if anyone was to try and attack Dante from behind. Dante heard someone calling out but didn't bother to look at who it was since his focus was on the fight at the moment. Was it help for the Water Dragons or was it the cavalry who Stone recruited? He was going to find out. | Name: Dante "New Blood" Chambers
Age: 28
Height: 5'10
Weight: 180
Apperance:
Fighting Style: Freestyle and Hybrid Boxing: Hybrid boxing is a combination of Boxing, Muay Thai, Wrestling, Taichi, and Dirty fighting but solely revolve around the use of your arms. the style includes leg moves but mostly in defending and supplementary for dirty fighting. So...he can use grabs, slams and take downs, elbow shots, open hand moves for defense and evasion and use cheating moves like eye gouging and throat punches and etc. He created this style to give him better chance at winning fights and to have an effective way to counter other styles.
Other Skills: lock picking, parkour, basic weapon usage: weapons I'm talking about are things you find on the street like lead pipes and such.
Personality: Fearless, hotblooded, and a bit arrogant, Dante never backs down from a challenge. He loves a good fight if it's worth his time....and even if it is not, he'll make it entertaining. He's a bit of a show off as he used to have homeboys of his video tape his street fights and knockout he causes so that he can put it on a broadcasting website. He can work with others but he usually want to be the spot light in the team as he loves to have and gain a greater reputation. He's not above admitting someone having skill or needing help if a time calls for it but he tries not to put himself in that situation. All in all he's someone that would be a great asset to the team, that's if you can tolerate his attitude.
Bio: Dante was really young back when Axel and his partners first fought Mr. X's crime syndicate. when he heard about the events, that inspired him to want to fight. He even witnessed some fighting the following year which was the events when Eddie got involved in the fights to get his brother back. Ever since then, Dante practiced Boxing and through the years, fought kids in his school who were bullying others. later down the line he got into street fighting to make a little money hear and there. After years of honing his skills and adding to his new hybrid style, Dante encountered a situation where he fought a guy from one of the new gangs in the city and defeated him as his homeboys recorded it. Because of the embarrassing loss and the humiliation of having the public eye witness his ass whooping, the guy found out where Dante's mother lived, beat and raped her, leaving her laid out on the living room floor for dead. Because of this, and the increasing problems and acts these gangs cause in his hood, Dante is now on a personal quest to payback the bastards that harmed his mother and to make sure nothing like this ever happens again. Beware bitches New Blood is coming for you. |
54,112 | 1,472 | 5 | 716 | 5,251 | Xao was disturbed by Dante's smile, in this situation any normal man would have been terrified, but Xao had to remind himself that Dante 'New blood' Chambers was not Normal in any way. The man was outnumbered but moving deceptively fast for his stocky build, already getting a super fast approach on the henchman #1 the one who just kicked him. Xao tried to interrupt his approach but the 'peakaboo' stance was a rock hard defense when done properly, and Dante had obviously been training.
SWWWWAPPPP!!!
Xao attempeted to back-hand strike Dante with his non-sprained arm but the the parry was even deadlier than the attempted block, the peakaboo postion allowed Dante to raise his own forearm at an angle and impact against the traid captain's wrist to parry. The result ended in a sickening snap as Xao's wrist clicked in a ver unnatural direction, anyone watching would think Xao's bones were made of glass, but it was all technique.
Fuuuckk, what the....Li, watch that guard....hes....shit! someone fucking STAB THIS FOOL.
The butterfly knife wielding Henchman #3 silently nodded, and like lightning was already moving in positon to shank Dante in the back, just as he completed his parry, but the eccho of a young man's scream filled the alley way and distraced him for a split second in time for.....
KKKKKAPPPWOOOWW
There wansn't even time for the henchman to think, out of nowhere the The Thunder-Kid had smacked the living daylights out of him. The punch was a roaring smite from the blindside, having being propelled off the wall at an angle aided by gravity and razor sharp technique the knife weild henchman didn't stand a chance. #3 went spinning from the punch, dropping his knife and sailing right into the dumpster bins on the side of the back alley....One-Punch Surprise Attack Knock-Out.
The brawl continued, with Dante now clear to continue his attack, he cracked Henchman #1 in the face with a short sharp elbow strike, really feeling the weight behind his own attack as the smaller henchman staggered, but didn't quite succumb to the attack, as he was braced for it. As Dante went to grab the man for a human shield attack, the Henchman countered with a 'can opener# grapple break smacking Dante's forearm's outward with both arms and countering with two quick punches in his chest, and regaining his stance.
Xao, whos arms were both fairly useless, took a short backstep before letting loose with vicious side kick that smacked into Dante's right shoulder, while he was vulnerable after his grapple break, the kick was enough to knock him slightly off balance, while henchman #1 now attempts to capitalize and try and trip Dante with a low sweep.
Henchman #2 who has just seen his fellow Water Dragon get blindside KTFO'd now pulled out the nunchucks and took stance as he swung them in a showy fashion figure 8, and snapped two neck-pass strikes at Kai Williams, one aimed at his face and another at his torso.
Henchman #2:
I'll teach you martial arts, Lucky-punch Roller Boy! | Name: 'Pretty Boy' Matt Marcus
Age: 26
Height: 6'0
Weight: 180
Apperance:
Fighting Style:
Self Taught 'Freestyle' Karate and Krav Maga
Other Skills: Excellent motorbike rider, specializes in japanese 'super bike' models. Also has very sharp tongue and knowledge of the criminal auto dealer market. Also excellent swimmer.
Personality: Matt is cocky, and self assured, and his superior fighting skills have given him no reason to think otherwise. He is also quite selfish, only pursuing goals if he can see a benefit for himself. Also despises authority, which has gotten him into plenty of fights in the criminal underground.
Bio: Matt Marcus was a typical punk in Rage City driving around on his scrambler motorcycle commiting petty crime for cheap thrills until he accidentally crashed his bike into the Police Vehicle of Detective Blaze Fielding who had since rejoined the force since the events of Streets of Rage and became a detective, although she was in her early 40s, she was still a master fighter and not only caught up to the young punk but beat him quite handily in a street fight, warning him to change his ways or she would be back to arrest him.
This had a strange effect on Matt, he didn't reform from criminal lifestyle but became a lot more shrewd and disciplined, turning his focus on to the illegal street racing scene as apposed to handbag snatching. And never wanting to get beat so badly in a fight ever again, started training his body for comabat, teaching himself a wild but effecting version of karate with the help of his local (corrupt) Dojo.
Now an infamous street racing demon, he seeks to take the 'final stand' as his opportunity to rid the streets of the more powerful gangs and criminal organisations so, he can continue to expand his racing circuit without any interference.
Theme Song: |
54,113 | 1,472 | 6 | 694 | 2,138 | “You realize what you're doing is career suicide right Mike?”
“Yeah after the 15th time you've told me that.”
“Well I have to keep telling you because YOU DON'T LISTEN!”
“I was listening, except for everything you just said...”
“GGGGGRRRRRR...”
“I'm kidding! But I'm still not going back, not yet at least.”
Mike Hardwick spoke into the bluetooth headset as he eyed the really sad looking streets and buildings he slowly drove past. He knew Rage City was kind of a shit hole but seeing it all in person really confirmed it. He stuck out of it all like a sore thumb too, a nice rental sports car, custom made gray vested shirt and slacks with leather shoes. Mike wasn't one to care though, he wasn't about to lower his personal standards just because of where he was.
“Look I'll call you later Dave, I'm almost at the site...”
“For the love of God Mike I'm finished as your...”
Mike hung up on his agent before he had to listen to yet more whining and complaining. The guy was right of course, giving up a prestigious title shot just for personal payback was a reckless move. He didn't understand the ramifications though. Max Thunder wasn't just his teacher, he was a role model, someone to look up too when everything around him just looked the same. The RCPD weren't doing a damn thing about the murder, and Mike was just too frustrated to let the charades go on like this without getting involved.
As he reached the address of the gym everyone was meeting up Mike pulled up onto the curb of a nearby parking space and killed the engine. Sighing as he locked the car thankful that he got insurance on it because frankly he wasn't sure the thing would be there when he got back. As Mike turned the corner though he quickly realized the gym seemed to be a bit... busy... at the moment. A group of Chinese looking guys beating up two random other guys. Certainly not quite how he excepted this whole thing to begin.
“Uh, you guys mind scooting out of the way? I got some business to take care of in the gym...” Mike called out hoping it was some weird random thing he didn't have to get involved with. The suit was expensive, he wasn't letting it get drenched in some asshole's blood. | Name: “Maximum Destruction” Mike Hardwick
Age: 23
Height: 6'2
Weight: 184
(Taking a picture with two fans before Wrestle Heaven 14 at the Tokyo Dome in Japan)
Fighting Style: A decent bit of jiu-jitsu and judo training, but the majority of Mike's fighting involves professional wrestling taught to him by his teacher and mentor Max Thunder. While he uses a variety of his teacher's strong style wrestling, Mike has a selection of moves from his time in Mexico wrestling in the lucha libre style.
Other Skills: Fluent in Japanese, acrobatic and has a small history practicing free running, has a knack for making just about anything into a weapon.
Personality: Mike believes in himself almost to a fault, he sees himself as the greatest pro wrestler in the world and has yet to be proven wrong in his mind. Though he is a good guy, at least he tries to be, his ego can rub people the wrong way. Mike has tasted the good life wrestling at the highest profile so he might have his standards a bit too high for whats to come.
Bio: As much as Mike would love for his story to be about surviving on the hard streets, learning to be street smart as he fought his way through all comers. The truth was though Mike's childhood is actually kind of boring. He grew up in the small city of Buttehaven, a suburbs of sorts to Rage City. His family was blue collar to a tee. His father worked at the docks in his hometown while his mom was a stay at home. While Mike was popular and liked in school, he was miserable as he felt like Buttehaven was a dead end, and moving to Rage City was a gamble to put it nicely.
It all changed when Mike was in school during career day, one of the people who came to the school was former pro wrestler Max Thunder. He came to advertise his wrestling academy 'Reign of Pain Academy'. Most of the students ignored him but Mike became enamored by the idea, especially when Max took him to a pro wrestling show. It became the moment Mike saw exactly what he wanted to do. A figure larger than life, with a stadium stuffed to the brim with people calling your name.
Mike went through everything Max Thunder's training called for. When Mike graduated he took up the nickname "Maximum Destruction" in honor of his tutor, and began traveling to hone his craft. From hardcore wrestling in Philly, lucha libre in Mexico, and technical wrestling in Germany, Mike Hardwick was picked up finally by World Japan Wrestling Championship when he turned 21. Mike quickly rose the ranks and became a fan favorite despite being American. Life was grand, Mike was experiencing the good life he always wanted. It all came to a head when the owner of the company told Mike he was getting a shot at the WJWC World Championship. He called Max Thunder, and asked if Max would manage him for the big match. After wiping the tear of joy from his eye Max happily accepted.
That was the last time Mike ever spoke to Max.
Max was shot down shortly after Axel's murdering. Leaving Mike completely gob struck and frustrated at a lack of answers as too why. Rage City police were extremely uncooperative, leaving Mike feeling helpless until Missy Stone's message got to him. Mike had his championship match rescheduled to everyone's shock, and took the first plane out to Rage City. He wanted answers, and he was getting them. |
54,114 | 1,472 | 7 | 904 | 2,988 | Kai put up his fists, ready to block the oncoming attacks, using his forearms to take on the brunt of the nunchucku. It was fortunate that Kai was wearing his plates, otherwise that two pronged attack would have hurt a LOT more than it did, still, if he took more hits like that, he wouldn't last much longer. If this guy wanted to see some martial arts, then Kai would happily oblige. With a smirk, Kai pushed the henchman away with a palm strike, using that momentum to roll backwards a bit too on the skates. Kai charged forward with the added distance to put some extra power behind the oncoming sidekick. Kai raised his left leg up, slicing through the air, trying to use the extra inch of wheels to hit the goon with. After completing the kick, Kai used the spinning motion to follow up with a right roundhouse kick, also aimed to the head. Hopefully, these kicks would be enough to send the guy reeling, but instead of hoping, Kai planted his feet down and pushed forward to keep in the inside of the fight. Kai went for a left cross, going diagonally downwards across the body. A three attack combo should have been enough. He hoped it was enough, there was still two more to fight.
It was then that a third contestant arrived at the scene, presumably heading for the gym. It was fortunate that he had confirmed Kai's suspicions, another fighter should even the odds. "Hey! Us too! These guys are blocking the way!" Kai called out, trying to wave him over. Stupidly, Kai had naively left himself blindly open as he tried to persuade the suited man. | Name: Kai "Thunder-Kid" Williams
Age: 19
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 158 lbs
Fighting Style: Self-taught Mixed Martial Arts, usually following the style you see in UFC or cage matches, however his true skill lies in the boxing art. Jabs, hooks and uppercuts is where Kai excels at. However, he is almost always seen using his roller skates, which gives him incredible (yet sometimes unstable in situations) mobility on the streets. Wheels hurt man...
Other Skills: Kai is actually really good in parkour-like movements, as well as being kind of skilled on roller blades, which helps him out getting to and from places.
(his roller blades)
Personality: Kai is incredibly outgoing and friendly with a deep, deep hatred for bullies. He's funny and caring and above all loyal to friends and allies but if you mess with a friend, you've messed with him, and that's when he can completely switch. He's very serious in fighting situations and can get extremely reckless when a friend has been hurt. Kai is essentially a loyal dog with a lion deep inside that comes out when you've hurt the pride. His hobbies include training and roller blading on the streets.
Bio: Kai has had a history with bullies, and it's mostly him getting involved with someone bullying another person. Since 8, Kai has recklessly got in the way of the school bully, usually ending in either one of them landing on their backside. It wasn't his fault people were assholes. However, Kai usually drifts between groups and doesn't really try to fit into a mould, because if he did that he couldn't be friends with everyone he wanted to be. When growing up, the bullies got bigger and bigger, and so did his mindset on learning how to actually fight. Kai's father was very big into UFC and World Championship Boxing, and Kai has fond memories cheering in front of the TV set with his Dad as a world class fighter slugged his way against another world class fighter. It was also a way of examining the fight. Kai got hold of clips from the internet and videos, and copied all of the moves over and over again, countless nights in a row. He also found a training regime at about 16, to condition and mould his body even more so he could become a fighter. And now that the streets are becoming known as the Streets of Rage once more, and a mystery letter from one Missy Stone, Kai finally buckled on his skates and is ready to set out against the criminals. In a way, they're bullying the city, and Kai despises bullies. |
54,115 | 1,472 | 8 | 1,244 | 9,387 | After his first attempts to fight back and getting a lick or two in parrying and using his elbow strike, His hold on henchmen #1 didn't last as his grapple break put Dante in a position that left him open enough to get tagged in the chest twice and then stumble from the kick to the shoulder.
Dante at first thought of these guys as some everyday gang scrubs but these guys were actually a nuisance now and it was getting aggravating with their stubborn attempts to stay conscious and lay the brawler out. A serious look came upon his eyes "You know...I'm gonna stop playing around with you bitches." as the henchmen went for the low sweep, Dante stepped his left leg back and lifted his right leg to avoid the sweep and went for a downward superman punch to put some of his weight behind it to hopefully connect and and rock this dude. If that worked, he was going to go for a ground and pound to unleash an 8 hit combo utilizing his fists and elbow but, just in case Xao wanted to step in, he was going to stay alert with his surroundings to counter any kick, which was all he could fight with now, that he'd try and attempt on him.
Dante could hear someone asking for them to move so he could get into the gym. Without looking, he spoke up "The quicker you knock that crippled arm fuck out, the quicker we can get in." | Name: Dante "New Blood" Chambers
Age: 28
Height: 5'10
Weight: 180
Apperance:
Fighting Style: Freestyle and Hybrid Boxing: Hybrid boxing is a combination of Boxing, Muay Thai, Wrestling, Taichi, and Dirty fighting but solely revolve around the use of your arms. the style includes leg moves but mostly in defending and supplementary for dirty fighting. So...he can use grabs, slams and take downs, elbow shots, open hand moves for defense and evasion and use cheating moves like eye gouging and throat punches and etc. He created this style to give him better chance at winning fights and to have an effective way to counter other styles.
Other Skills: lock picking, parkour, basic weapon usage: weapons I'm talking about are things you find on the street like lead pipes and such.
Personality: Fearless, hotblooded, and a bit arrogant, Dante never backs down from a challenge. He loves a good fight if it's worth his time....and even if it is not, he'll make it entertaining. He's a bit of a show off as he used to have homeboys of his video tape his street fights and knockout he causes so that he can put it on a broadcasting website. He can work with others but he usually want to be the spot light in the team as he loves to have and gain a greater reputation. He's not above admitting someone having skill or needing help if a time calls for it but he tries not to put himself in that situation. All in all he's someone that would be a great asset to the team, that's if you can tolerate his attitude.
Bio: Dante was really young back when Axel and his partners first fought Mr. X's crime syndicate. when he heard about the events, that inspired him to want to fight. He even witnessed some fighting the following year which was the events when Eddie got involved in the fights to get his brother back. Ever since then, Dante practiced Boxing and through the years, fought kids in his school who were bullying others. later down the line he got into street fighting to make a little money hear and there. After years of honing his skills and adding to his new hybrid style, Dante encountered a situation where he fought a guy from one of the new gangs in the city and defeated him as his homeboys recorded it. Because of the embarrassing loss and the humiliation of having the public eye witness his ass whooping, the guy found out where Dante's mother lived, beat and raped her, leaving her laid out on the living room floor for dead. Because of this, and the increasing problems and acts these gangs cause in his hood, Dante is now on a personal quest to payback the bastards that harmed his mother and to make sure nothing like this ever happens again. Beware bitches New Blood is coming for you. |
54,116 | 1,472 | 9 | 1,258 | 2,264 | The military issue gray rain coat fluttered in the wind as she hurried towards the gym, an excited grin already spreading across her face as she got closer and closer in excitement of meeting her rival once again! Though she was sure it was not to be in person she was at least interested in what the girl had to say, after all it may even lead to her freedom and in turn to their final battle!
She had not been within this city for a few years now, not since those fools hired her to defend their worthless asses against Missy. She had failed and in turn one of them was killed in the ensuing battle. Some times the solider wondered what would have come of this city if she had stopped Missy, or at least hurt her enough to think twice of killing... It was not her place to worry about such things, she couldn't think about such things but even so here she was at her rivals request in this god forsaken city to take up arms to correct her mistake. An angel within a city of devils.
"Heh... An angel without their wings as they say."
Val's downcast glare was suddenly drawn to the sounds of battle that she was getting closer too, and once again her grin returned to her face! Picking up the pace once again her jackboots slamming into the concrete below as she cared not for stealth or silence within this city, the sounds of the fight would easily cover up her approach. A few moments and she had arrived, the sight of the street brawl was a nice once but it seemed one side was becoming more and more outmatched by the moment, a foolish battle to try and join in on and one that would not give her any sort of satisfaction. She would remain there, cloaked in darkness and review the other fighters, after all this way she would have an advantage on them. She did not even flinch when one of the henchmen slammed into a dumpster next to her, she had to wonder if that was all he had or if he would rejoin the fight, despite them looking like common mooks they were keeping their own rather well after all. | Name: Valentina "Valkyrie" Angelvolk
Age: 24
Height: 5'6
Weight: 146
Apperance:
"A women of golden hair, snow white skin, and piercing azure eyes
would normally sound like she was taking after her namesake,
however those eyes hold a sharp warriors lust for battle like none other."
- Gang member commenting on their former boss
Fighting Style: Elite Commando Sambo: Sambo has roots in Japanese judo, international styles of wrestling, plus traditional folk styles of wrestling. However unlike normal Sambo, the ECS has been updated to incorporate parts of the Krav Maga fighting style, more so towards the use of reverse weaponry, while the Sambo retains it locking techniques and the use of compact body power.
Val's own personal mix on this style is a little more aggressive since she often actively engages the enemy by the use of weaponry such as tonfas. As they say all fair in love and war and Val wont show mercy or pull punches to the ill equipped as she will gladly use a stowed away flash grenade to give her a opening to batter her opponent senseless before the sensations end.
Other Skills: Driving, Shooting (Also counts as aiming with throwing knives etc.)
Personality: Val is loyal to a fault and seems to take great joy when given a mission she must complete, more so when it includes a fight, which even lead her butting heads with Missy Stone. She is extremely cunning and can judge peoples ability fairly well, but until proven to her otherwise she sees everyone as 'pray' and is the very reason that she works for Missy Stone now, since she respects the women too much to say no. Even though she seems to enjoy fighting a little too much, even to a point where she gains a rather frightening expression, this by no means she is a monster without a heart, it is just hard to see as she is very protective, especially towards younger people. She also has a soft side and is weak to girlish flattery such as 'cute', but thankfully given how the city is she rarely has to deal with such things.
Bio: Born into the military family of Angelvolk the girl knew what it meant to be a solider before she had even lost her first set of teeth, but even as she grew up into a fine young women and pushed into service she felt something was missing... It was when on holiday to this very city when she discovered what it was, she was no solider like her mother wanted her to be, no she was a warrior that lived and breathed the thrill of the fight. No more war zones battled across vast distances, she would become a mercenary and fight up close and personal! Tho disapproving of her daughters choices her mother told her that she only had a year to enjoy such a freedom, and so she did. Being employed by a high ranking business man, who happened to run several of the larger gangs in the city she was able to enjoy herself to the fullest...
Until she came. Missy Stone was to be her rival on that night, high in the construction of a new skyscraper and she ended up loosing in what she saw as a wonderful battle, yet it taught her much. Leaving the employ of the man after his defeat at the groups hands she returned to the military to retain and mature, and now she has once again been called by that very same women that changed her life to return once again to the Streets of Rage... "Well.. So be it~" |
54,117 | 1,472 | 10 | 716 | 5,251 | #1 Henchman was pissed, his low sweep missed but because of the force he put into the kick, it left him terribly off balance, he was open for the counter attack....CRAASSSHHHH. Dante Chambers hit the triad gangster like freight train, his stocky build was perfect for these kind of attacks, the much smaller henchman didn't have the strength or the equlibrium to stop it, he hit the floor with his back smacking against the hard paved floor, with nearly 180lbs of black fury on top of him imposing his will and rage. Warm sprays of blood were flying from the face of the downed triad, one of which flew in the direction of Mike Hardwick and splattered on his grey vest.
Crunch...SMACKK...CRACKKSH...WHACCKK...
Blow after blow rained down on #1 henchman's face, his once cocky smirk was being pounded into bloody hamburger meat, by the much larger Dante, the sounds were sickening, after 4 hits it got the attention of Xao who was now visibly terrified seeing two new vigilantes entering the scene.
Ahhh what the fuck is going on? where did all these bastards come from? Some army bitch and pro wrestler? does Missy Stone think its '93 again? Mr Chambers I'm going to kill you now. All this noise weve been making is sure to get hisattention now, and ALL OF YOU WILL BE DEAD.
Xao winced as he reached out with his sprained wrist, but was able to reach over to one of the dropped butterfly knives and hold it in his backhand, ready to stab Dante in the back. His hand raised over him as he landed his 7th ground punch to the now barely twitching henchman's face. His hand descended fast but never reached the target.....A red leg hit him with the force of an aluminium bat.
Xao flew side ways and smashed into the alleyway brick wall, he hit the wall forearm first which made a sickening CRACKK sound as it was further fractured.
Arggghhhhh MY ARM!!!! , who the fuck was that? where did that come from?
I'm Matt Marcus, Bitch. And that's what you get for scratching the paint on my FUCKING bike!
Matt Marcus had just hit Captain Xao with a roaring side kick that would have made his Tae Kwon Do Instructor very proud. He stood tall and angry clenching his fists just arriving on the scene on his Motorcycle.
On the other side of the fight, Henchman #3 had just laid two semi succesful stikes on Kai Williams, who was now loading up on a vicious combo, the first kick was blocked, as the henchman raised his nunchucks at a successful angle and protected himself. The second follow up kick had more momentum, it flowed so smoothly, forceful but graceful. The henchman attempted to block this one too but the added force kiced the nunchucks out of his hand, leaving him open for the lighting quick body punch which rocketed into his gut, which robbed him of his breath.
Henchman #3
OOOF you fucking brat, I'm not some punk brawler, you know Chinese boxing?
The triad assumed the traditional stance and gritted his teeth and countered hard with a swaying right hook into Kai's gut which landed HARD, and followed with a spinning back elbow which glanced across Kai's cheek, before returning to stance ready for the next attack, spitting blood out of his mouth as he snarled with rage.
.....In the shadows heavy footsteps were heard thudding over to the scene, the rats that were squeaking suddenly went quiet. Right behind Mike and Valentina was the imposing figure of....
HEH....HEH.....BIG WRESTLER MAN AND CAMO LADY.....YOU FUCK WITH THE WRONG DRAGONS TONIGHT....HONG WILL MAKE YOU CRY...HONG LIKE IT WHEN PIGLETS CRY....HEH HEH
Hong Lee, followed up his odd intro by grabbing Valentina's wrist, ready to throw her across the alley way like a rag doll. | Name: 'Pretty Boy' Matt Marcus
Age: 26
Height: 6'0
Weight: 180
Apperance:
Fighting Style:
Self Taught 'Freestyle' Karate and Krav Maga
Other Skills: Excellent motorbike rider, specializes in japanese 'super bike' models. Also has very sharp tongue and knowledge of the criminal auto dealer market. Also excellent swimmer.
Personality: Matt is cocky, and self assured, and his superior fighting skills have given him no reason to think otherwise. He is also quite selfish, only pursuing goals if he can see a benefit for himself. Also despises authority, which has gotten him into plenty of fights in the criminal underground.
Bio: Matt Marcus was a typical punk in Rage City driving around on his scrambler motorcycle commiting petty crime for cheap thrills until he accidentally crashed his bike into the Police Vehicle of Detective Blaze Fielding who had since rejoined the force since the events of Streets of Rage and became a detective, although she was in her early 40s, she was still a master fighter and not only caught up to the young punk but beat him quite handily in a street fight, warning him to change his ways or she would be back to arrest him.
This had a strange effect on Matt, he didn't reform from criminal lifestyle but became a lot more shrewd and disciplined, turning his focus on to the illegal street racing scene as apposed to handbag snatching. And never wanting to get beat so badly in a fight ever again, started training his body for comabat, teaching himself a wild but effecting version of karate with the help of his local (corrupt) Dojo.
Now an infamous street racing demon, he seeks to take the 'final stand' as his opportunity to rid the streets of the more powerful gangs and criminal organisations so, he can continue to expand his racing circuit without any interference.
Theme Song: |
54,118 | 1,472 | 11 | 694 | 2,138 | Getting the not very subtle hint that the others were all apparently on Missy Stone's mailing list. Though needless to say the others were impressive, even as the numbers were against them they were holding their own. Mike had to question the kid on roller blades though. Max told him about how one of the people who he was with when the city was cleaned up last time had roller blades, and Mike had as hard a time understanding it then as he was now.
Things only got more interesting as first a lady in military gear and a guy street biker guy both had showed up. Valentina stood next to him and seemingly wasn't paying him any mind as she watched on. Mike glanced over at her already getting weird vibes from her. She seemed to be enjoying watching the hand to hand combat a BIT too much. Still if he had to do this sort of thing with anyone. It should be crazy people who enjoy fighting in a way that is creepy.
Turning around Mike adjusted his tie a little at the very large... thing. “Well, at least I'm known around these parts.” Mike noted to himself aloud as he watched Hong quickly grab Valentina's wrist. Reacting quickly Mike grabbed a nearby filled garbage can. Letting the junk fall out as he jumped up, throwing down a rain of trash and the trash can's opening down onto Hong's head and body. Hopefully crazy lady could actually defend herself. | Name: “Maximum Destruction” Mike Hardwick
Age: 23
Height: 6'2
Weight: 184
(Taking a picture with two fans before Wrestle Heaven 14 at the Tokyo Dome in Japan)
Fighting Style: A decent bit of jiu-jitsu and judo training, but the majority of Mike's fighting involves professional wrestling taught to him by his teacher and mentor Max Thunder. While he uses a variety of his teacher's strong style wrestling, Mike has a selection of moves from his time in Mexico wrestling in the lucha libre style.
Other Skills: Fluent in Japanese, acrobatic and has a small history practicing free running, has a knack for making just about anything into a weapon.
Personality: Mike believes in himself almost to a fault, he sees himself as the greatest pro wrestler in the world and has yet to be proven wrong in his mind. Though he is a good guy, at least he tries to be, his ego can rub people the wrong way. Mike has tasted the good life wrestling at the highest profile so he might have his standards a bit too high for whats to come.
Bio: As much as Mike would love for his story to be about surviving on the hard streets, learning to be street smart as he fought his way through all comers. The truth was though Mike's childhood is actually kind of boring. He grew up in the small city of Buttehaven, a suburbs of sorts to Rage City. His family was blue collar to a tee. His father worked at the docks in his hometown while his mom was a stay at home. While Mike was popular and liked in school, he was miserable as he felt like Buttehaven was a dead end, and moving to Rage City was a gamble to put it nicely.
It all changed when Mike was in school during career day, one of the people who came to the school was former pro wrestler Max Thunder. He came to advertise his wrestling academy 'Reign of Pain Academy'. Most of the students ignored him but Mike became enamored by the idea, especially when Max took him to a pro wrestling show. It became the moment Mike saw exactly what he wanted to do. A figure larger than life, with a stadium stuffed to the brim with people calling your name.
Mike went through everything Max Thunder's training called for. When Mike graduated he took up the nickname "Maximum Destruction" in honor of his tutor, and began traveling to hone his craft. From hardcore wrestling in Philly, lucha libre in Mexico, and technical wrestling in Germany, Mike Hardwick was picked up finally by World Japan Wrestling Championship when he turned 21. Mike quickly rose the ranks and became a fan favorite despite being American. Life was grand, Mike was experiencing the good life he always wanted. It all came to a head when the owner of the company told Mike he was getting a shot at the WJWC World Championship. He called Max Thunder, and asked if Max would manage him for the big match. After wiping the tear of joy from his eye Max happily accepted.
That was the last time Mike ever spoke to Max.
Max was shot down shortly after Axel's murdering. Leaving Mike completely gob struck and frustrated at a lack of answers as too why. Rage City police were extremely uncooperative, leaving Mike feeling helpless until Missy Stone's message got to him. Mike had his championship match rescheduled to everyone's shock, and took the first plane out to Rage City. He wanted answers, and he was getting them. |
54,119 | 1,472 | 12 | 1,258 | 2,264 | Valentina only took a quick glance over to Mike as he stood along side her, though the battle was far more interesting at the moment so soon her attention was returned to the street brawl that was going on but it seemed her peaceful show was about to come to a end. Turning to the sound of the footsteps that she could swear she could feel before she even heard them her gaze stopped for a moment at the belly of the large man and then slowly trailing up at just how tall the big guy was compared to her! Giving off an impressed whistle to just the guys sheer mass she was caught off guard by just how fast the guy was as he grabbed onto her wrist from under her raincoat.
However it seemed she had a ally in this scuffle as a trash can was suddenly slammed down onto the monstrous mans head, giving her a perfect opening for her own attack! Striking down with her palm onto the mans wrist to allow her the chance to get out of his grip by twisting in just the right way before slamming down with all her weight. "Thanks." She gave a curt thank you to Mike before looked back to the mass of flesh that dared call itself a man.
The Hunter Unleashed
Grabbing onto the side of her raincoat Val tore it from her body, throwing it behind her as she was finally shown to be in her full military gear, a manic grin across her otherwise beautiful face as the excitement built at now being in the middle of the battle! Kicking off the ground she rammed her entire shoulder into the mans gut, a futile effort given his size but only a step in her technique as soon she pivoted on her foot to spin around the man and use that momentum to drive a elbow into his lower back! Her plan was to push him into the battle fray or more accurately towards Mike for another combo attack, if the man could follow up that is. | Name: Valentina "Valkyrie" Angelvolk
Age: 24
Height: 5'6
Weight: 146
Apperance:
"A women of golden hair, snow white skin, and piercing azure eyes
would normally sound like she was taking after her namesake,
however those eyes hold a sharp warriors lust for battle like none other."
- Gang member commenting on their former boss
Fighting Style: Elite Commando Sambo: Sambo has roots in Japanese judo, international styles of wrestling, plus traditional folk styles of wrestling. However unlike normal Sambo, the ECS has been updated to incorporate parts of the Krav Maga fighting style, more so towards the use of reverse weaponry, while the Sambo retains it locking techniques and the use of compact body power.
Val's own personal mix on this style is a little more aggressive since she often actively engages the enemy by the use of weaponry such as tonfas. As they say all fair in love and war and Val wont show mercy or pull punches to the ill equipped as she will gladly use a stowed away flash grenade to give her a opening to batter her opponent senseless before the sensations end.
Other Skills: Driving, Shooting (Also counts as aiming with throwing knives etc.)
Personality: Val is loyal to a fault and seems to take great joy when given a mission she must complete, more so when it includes a fight, which even lead her butting heads with Missy Stone. She is extremely cunning and can judge peoples ability fairly well, but until proven to her otherwise she sees everyone as 'pray' and is the very reason that she works for Missy Stone now, since she respects the women too much to say no. Even though she seems to enjoy fighting a little too much, even to a point where she gains a rather frightening expression, this by no means she is a monster without a heart, it is just hard to see as she is very protective, especially towards younger people. She also has a soft side and is weak to girlish flattery such as 'cute', but thankfully given how the city is she rarely has to deal with such things.
Bio: Born into the military family of Angelvolk the girl knew what it meant to be a solider before she had even lost her first set of teeth, but even as she grew up into a fine young women and pushed into service she felt something was missing... It was when on holiday to this very city when she discovered what it was, she was no solider like her mother wanted her to be, no she was a warrior that lived and breathed the thrill of the fight. No more war zones battled across vast distances, she would become a mercenary and fight up close and personal! Tho disapproving of her daughters choices her mother told her that she only had a year to enjoy such a freedom, and so she did. Being employed by a high ranking business man, who happened to run several of the larger gangs in the city she was able to enjoy herself to the fullest...
Until she came. Missy Stone was to be her rival on that night, high in the construction of a new skyscraper and she ended up loosing in what she saw as a wonderful battle, yet it taught her much. Leaving the employ of the man after his defeat at the groups hands she returned to the military to retain and mature, and now she has once again been called by that very same women that changed her life to return once again to the Streets of Rage... "Well.. So be it~" |
54,120 | 1,472 | 13 | 2,654 | 2,774 | Finn wasn't sure if the letter sent to him was legit, but he was willing to give it a shot since he was so desperate to do something about the sickened city that had become infested with crime. It was getting late and Finn not having a car meant that he would have to travel there on foot since he could get around quicker than taking the bus. His destination was the East Rage District where the Stone Gym was located. This definitely one of the more shadier side of Rage City, but Finn had no problem with that since he had toughened up for years to one day start his way against the criminal element of his home city.
"I'm probably going to be late to this party, oh well I just hope that there will still be some action for me to take part in" he said to himself as he jumped from one building rooftop to another. Now that he was sure to be a crime infested part of town, Finn would have to be careful while traveling like this in case some of the gangs took him for a rival trespassing on their turf. Passing so many dirty and gratified buildings as well as the crack-houses and red districts made him give a sigh of sadness at how rotten his city had become.
He was determined to get this town back on the right track and fight the good fight. It wasn't too long until he got to the East Rage District. He got down from the roof tops of the buildings and walked in the direction of the Gym on sidewalk. Finn made extra sure to try and keep as casual as possible so he didn't draw too much attention to himself. When he came to the area with the gym Finn saw that there was a fight going on and from the look of it, it was the Water Dragon triads. The name was familiar to him and he was going to watch and see if the other fighters would need assistance. He would step in if it seemed like they were in more need of help. | Name: Finn "Iron Knuckles" Macbride
Age: 31
Height: 6ft
Weight: 187 lbs
Apperance:
Fighting Style: he is very disciplined in the three Irish martial arts Dornálaíocht, Coraíocht and Batadóireacht. Dornálaíocht is a form of boxing, Coraíocht is a style of wrestling and Batadóireacht relies on kicking techniques. Irish boxing uses bare knuckle style and doesn't utilize a glove. Coraíocht is referred to as Celtic wrestling and features a wide array of trips, mares, takedowns, slams, pins, advancements, submissions, grapevines, and escapes. The most quoted "modern" way of describing the philosophy behind Coraíocht is "use balance and speed to obtain position so that strength can then be applied to the leverage created". Batadóireacht utilized kicks to the shin as well as using the shin to attack an enemy. Finally he is incredibly skilled in the art of stick fighting with a Shillelagh club.
Other Skills: very athletic, good eyes, very perceptive, great driver and skilled city explorer.
Personality: Finn is a very lawful individual and has great respect for the authorities of this great nation, but with the corruption and fall of Rage City Finn has decided that it was time to take things into his own hands and take it to the horrible criminal element of his home city. He is willing fight with all that he's got to save his city from the horrors of crime and corruption. Finn is determined in his goal no matter how many schools he has to break in order to liberate Rage City from its terrible fate.
You don't want to piss him or he will give you a taste of what he likes to call the Celtic Fury and try to beat the ever loving shit out of you. He will not back away from a necessary fight and even though he has drive to constantly improve himself Finn will try to chose his fights carefully and will not show off all of his strnegth unless necessary. He firmly believes that a truly smart fighter keeps his capabilities unknown to all enemies. He's also a religious man and views his fighting as crusade against evil
Bio: Finn was the son of Irish American Shamus Mcbride who was one of Rage City's finest police officers and did whatever he could to help the city against the infectious criminal element. His dad taught him the necessities of just authority and not misusing power. Finn's childhood was good, but there was always the shadow of the city's problems not too far behind since his family was middle class and lived close to some of the worse parts of the city.
Ever since he was boy Finn wanted to learn how fight in case he needed to protect himself or those that he cared about. His dad preferred him to focus on his education and not get involved in the dirty business of fighting, but Finn told his dad that it was just for self defense purposes. His dad allowed it and had him taught by his best friend who was a champion in Irish martial arts. Finn was glad to be learning the ways of combat of the Irish people.
With his new skills he defended kids from bullies at his school and had gotten into trouble over his fights with them, but he always told his parents that his choice of fighting were just. Things were fine until the horrible day that his father became crippled. His father had been investigating possible corruption in Rage City's police department and before he could acquire any evidence against those involved, he was shot during an arrest that went wrong.
The bullet went through his spine and he lost the ability walk. Now bound to a wheelchair for the rest of his life, Shamus quit the force and had to retire. Finn was sure that his father's crippling was not just a horrible coincidence and that it was intentional to get him off of the corruption investigation. Now angry with how worse the city had gotten over the years, Finn was more determined than ever to save the city from its fate, no matter the cost.
Finn in his many fights has gotten the nick name Iron Knuckles and he's ready to dish out some rough justice to those that have poisoned his city. |
54,121 | 1,472 | 14 | 716 | 5,251 | Hong Lee was giggling as the trash went over him, his laugh was like a thick nightclub bassline his body was so huge any sound that resonated from him seemed to shake the very air itself. As the trash can came down, with a flick of elbow he back handed the metal cylinder and it flew to the right of him like a cannonball, crashing straight into Matt Marcus who was knocked over by the makeshift projectile. While doing this though, he was distracted from his iron grip on the wrist of Valentina, who broke his grasp with her knife hand strike which she pivoted into perfectly, it had just enough force to catch him off guard.
HEHEHE NICE MOVES ARMY GIRL, HONG LIKES THE AGILE ONES HAHAHAHA
Valentina threw off her coat ready for battle, and Hong grinned at her as her face became like that of a demon. Her first attack was an elbow charge which Hong blocked with his elbow. She then made a trick turn and spun behind him, at speed with he did not expect, and drove her elbow into his lower back which made him flinch quite noticeably.
HAHAHA YOUR SO SMALL BUT THAT KINDA HURT!
But Hong was 7'9 and close to 400 ilbs, there was no way this mountain of a man would be moved by any normal means. Grunting after being hit, he spun around quickly with his arm outstretched like a half tornado and his forearm stuck the military lady hard in the shoulder. Knocking her 3 feet away from him as if she was a stray puppy.
Hong then turned his sights on Mike Hardwick, with his hand fast like a cobra strike, he clasped his massive shovel hands around the pro wrestlers neck and began to lift him up from his neck, choking him.
YOURE NOT THAT BIG, WRESTLER MAN, HONG THINKS YOU LIGHT LIKE AN ACTION FIGURE! BWAHAHAHAHAHA | Name: 'Pretty Boy' Matt Marcus
Age: 26
Height: 6'0
Weight: 180
Apperance:
Fighting Style:
Self Taught 'Freestyle' Karate and Krav Maga
Other Skills: Excellent motorbike rider, specializes in japanese 'super bike' models. Also has very sharp tongue and knowledge of the criminal auto dealer market. Also excellent swimmer.
Personality: Matt is cocky, and self assured, and his superior fighting skills have given him no reason to think otherwise. He is also quite selfish, only pursuing goals if he can see a benefit for himself. Also despises authority, which has gotten him into plenty of fights in the criminal underground.
Bio: Matt Marcus was a typical punk in Rage City driving around on his scrambler motorcycle commiting petty crime for cheap thrills until he accidentally crashed his bike into the Police Vehicle of Detective Blaze Fielding who had since rejoined the force since the events of Streets of Rage and became a detective, although she was in her early 40s, she was still a master fighter and not only caught up to the young punk but beat him quite handily in a street fight, warning him to change his ways or she would be back to arrest him.
This had a strange effect on Matt, he didn't reform from criminal lifestyle but became a lot more shrewd and disciplined, turning his focus on to the illegal street racing scene as apposed to handbag snatching. And never wanting to get beat so badly in a fight ever again, started training his body for comabat, teaching himself a wild but effecting version of karate with the help of his local (corrupt) Dojo.
Now an infamous street racing demon, he seeks to take the 'final stand' as his opportunity to rid the streets of the more powerful gangs and criminal organisations so, he can continue to expand his racing circuit without any interference.
Theme Song: |
54,122 | 1,472 | 15 | 1,244 | 9,387 | With the satisfying smashing of his knuckled pounding the henchman's face, he watched to make sure the henchman was almost out. Dante could hear Xao going off about this ass whooping his group was getting by the seemingly increasing allies who were showing up. Attempting to go for the 8th and last hit, Dante turned his head a little hearing Xao coming up to try and attack from behind since double teaming people seemed to be the bastard captain's style.
Dante gave a smirk while going for the 8th and final blow on the henchman #1 as Matt jumped in and took Xao down "At least somebody got that annoying fuck off me." Dante said not minding Matt's assistance. He looked back down at henchman #1 and raised his fist in case he still didn't have enough but the fighting behind him with Kai, and the two new individuals left him wondering will there be more and wanted to see what the other supposed allies were capable of. | Name: Dante "New Blood" Chambers
Age: 28
Height: 5'10
Weight: 180
Apperance:
Fighting Style: Freestyle and Hybrid Boxing: Hybrid boxing is a combination of Boxing, Muay Thai, Wrestling, Taichi, and Dirty fighting but solely revolve around the use of your arms. the style includes leg moves but mostly in defending and supplementary for dirty fighting. So...he can use grabs, slams and take downs, elbow shots, open hand moves for defense and evasion and use cheating moves like eye gouging and throat punches and etc. He created this style to give him better chance at winning fights and to have an effective way to counter other styles.
Other Skills: lock picking, parkour, basic weapon usage: weapons I'm talking about are things you find on the street like lead pipes and such.
Personality: Fearless, hotblooded, and a bit arrogant, Dante never backs down from a challenge. He loves a good fight if it's worth his time....and even if it is not, he'll make it entertaining. He's a bit of a show off as he used to have homeboys of his video tape his street fights and knockout he causes so that he can put it on a broadcasting website. He can work with others but he usually want to be the spot light in the team as he loves to have and gain a greater reputation. He's not above admitting someone having skill or needing help if a time calls for it but he tries not to put himself in that situation. All in all he's someone that would be a great asset to the team, that's if you can tolerate his attitude.
Bio: Dante was really young back when Axel and his partners first fought Mr. X's crime syndicate. when he heard about the events, that inspired him to want to fight. He even witnessed some fighting the following year which was the events when Eddie got involved in the fights to get his brother back. Ever since then, Dante practiced Boxing and through the years, fought kids in his school who were bullying others. later down the line he got into street fighting to make a little money hear and there. After years of honing his skills and adding to his new hybrid style, Dante encountered a situation where he fought a guy from one of the new gangs in the city and defeated him as his homeboys recorded it. Because of the embarrassing loss and the humiliation of having the public eye witness his ass whooping, the guy found out where Dante's mother lived, beat and raped her, leaving her laid out on the living room floor for dead. Because of this, and the increasing problems and acts these gangs cause in his hood, Dante is now on a personal quest to payback the bastards that harmed his mother and to make sure nothing like this ever happens again. Beware bitches New Blood is coming for you. |
54,123 | 1,472 | 16 | 694 | 2,138 | Mike wasn't ready for the massive mitt to be grasped around his throat as he felt his feet start to dangle off the ground. Awkwardly kicking lightly in the air Mike had to try to get his fingers into the giant hand to try and relieve some of the force closing in on his neck and not pass out. "Hong needs to stop talking in the 3rd person..." Mike gasped out as he started to swing his legs back and forth. "Better yet, Hong needs to go up another octave..." With that Mike swung back his right leg as far back as it'd go and with as much momentum he could muster swung it towards the space between Hong's legs.
If Hong's grip loosened enough that Mike was able to pull himself out of the hold, the wrestler got a seriously needed breath of air. The Rage City putrid musk was never so good as Mike huffed it in and out for a moment as he was on a knee. When he looked up and saw Hong though was upright Mike quickly got back to his feet. Taking a step back and rubbing his right leg a bit before stepping forward, unloading a superkick onto Hong's chin. He didn't contact it perfectly seeing as how the porker was tall. But his been able to land the superkick on higher targets before. | Name: “Maximum Destruction” Mike Hardwick
Age: 23
Height: 6'2
Weight: 184
(Taking a picture with two fans before Wrestle Heaven 14 at the Tokyo Dome in Japan)
Fighting Style: A decent bit of jiu-jitsu and judo training, but the majority of Mike's fighting involves professional wrestling taught to him by his teacher and mentor Max Thunder. While he uses a variety of his teacher's strong style wrestling, Mike has a selection of moves from his time in Mexico wrestling in the lucha libre style.
Other Skills: Fluent in Japanese, acrobatic and has a small history practicing free running, has a knack for making just about anything into a weapon.
Personality: Mike believes in himself almost to a fault, he sees himself as the greatest pro wrestler in the world and has yet to be proven wrong in his mind. Though he is a good guy, at least he tries to be, his ego can rub people the wrong way. Mike has tasted the good life wrestling at the highest profile so he might have his standards a bit too high for whats to come.
Bio: As much as Mike would love for his story to be about surviving on the hard streets, learning to be street smart as he fought his way through all comers. The truth was though Mike's childhood is actually kind of boring. He grew up in the small city of Buttehaven, a suburbs of sorts to Rage City. His family was blue collar to a tee. His father worked at the docks in his hometown while his mom was a stay at home. While Mike was popular and liked in school, he was miserable as he felt like Buttehaven was a dead end, and moving to Rage City was a gamble to put it nicely.
It all changed when Mike was in school during career day, one of the people who came to the school was former pro wrestler Max Thunder. He came to advertise his wrestling academy 'Reign of Pain Academy'. Most of the students ignored him but Mike became enamored by the idea, especially when Max took him to a pro wrestling show. It became the moment Mike saw exactly what he wanted to do. A figure larger than life, with a stadium stuffed to the brim with people calling your name.
Mike went through everything Max Thunder's training called for. When Mike graduated he took up the nickname "Maximum Destruction" in honor of his tutor, and began traveling to hone his craft. From hardcore wrestling in Philly, lucha libre in Mexico, and technical wrestling in Germany, Mike Hardwick was picked up finally by World Japan Wrestling Championship when he turned 21. Mike quickly rose the ranks and became a fan favorite despite being American. Life was grand, Mike was experiencing the good life he always wanted. It all came to a head when the owner of the company told Mike he was getting a shot at the WJWC World Championship. He called Max Thunder, and asked if Max would manage him for the big match. After wiping the tear of joy from his eye Max happily accepted.
That was the last time Mike ever spoke to Max.
Max was shot down shortly after Axel's murdering. Leaving Mike completely gob struck and frustrated at a lack of answers as too why. Rage City police were extremely uncooperative, leaving Mike feeling helpless until Missy Stone's message got to him. Mike had his championship match rescheduled to everyone's shock, and took the first plane out to Rage City. He wanted answers, and he was getting them. |
54,124 | 1,472 | 17 | 1,258 | 2,264 | Soft padded dancing shoes putter patterned across the fire escape as Ling Mae stopped for a moment the gym coming into view, but that wasn't what caught her eye. It was the fight between a myriad of people facing down what she knew to be the Triads. These were the water dragons to be specific and she knew them all too well from living in China Town herself all of these years. Completely astonished at the size of the street fight and the rather non uniform look of the other fighters she knew this wasn't a gang fight.
Ling had to help, so she picked a target and saw a rather large man choking another. Feeling the need to intervene in what looked like a rather one sided affair and ran to the edge of the fire escape dropping down behind Hong just as Mike got out of his grip. She noticed the way Mike was preparing to kick and quickly knelt towards the back of Hong's to try and make it buckle and cause his face to meet Mike's foot all the faster and harder | Name: Valentina "Valkyrie" Angelvolk
Age: 24
Height: 5'6
Weight: 146
Apperance:
"A women of golden hair, snow white skin, and piercing azure eyes
would normally sound like she was taking after her namesake,
however those eyes hold a sharp warriors lust for battle like none other."
- Gang member commenting on their former boss
Fighting Style: Elite Commando Sambo: Sambo has roots in Japanese judo, international styles of wrestling, plus traditional folk styles of wrestling. However unlike normal Sambo, the ECS has been updated to incorporate parts of the Krav Maga fighting style, more so towards the use of reverse weaponry, while the Sambo retains it locking techniques and the use of compact body power.
Val's own personal mix on this style is a little more aggressive since she often actively engages the enemy by the use of weaponry such as tonfas. As they say all fair in love and war and Val wont show mercy or pull punches to the ill equipped as she will gladly use a stowed away flash grenade to give her a opening to batter her opponent senseless before the sensations end.
Other Skills: Driving, Shooting (Also counts as aiming with throwing knives etc.)
Personality: Val is loyal to a fault and seems to take great joy when given a mission she must complete, more so when it includes a fight, which even lead her butting heads with Missy Stone. She is extremely cunning and can judge peoples ability fairly well, but until proven to her otherwise she sees everyone as 'pray' and is the very reason that she works for Missy Stone now, since she respects the women too much to say no. Even though she seems to enjoy fighting a little too much, even to a point where she gains a rather frightening expression, this by no means she is a monster without a heart, it is just hard to see as she is very protective, especially towards younger people. She also has a soft side and is weak to girlish flattery such as 'cute', but thankfully given how the city is she rarely has to deal with such things.
Bio: Born into the military family of Angelvolk the girl knew what it meant to be a solider before she had even lost her first set of teeth, but even as she grew up into a fine young women and pushed into service she felt something was missing... It was when on holiday to this very city when she discovered what it was, she was no solider like her mother wanted her to be, no she was a warrior that lived and breathed the thrill of the fight. No more war zones battled across vast distances, she would become a mercenary and fight up close and personal! Tho disapproving of her daughters choices her mother told her that she only had a year to enjoy such a freedom, and so she did. Being employed by a high ranking business man, who happened to run several of the larger gangs in the city she was able to enjoy herself to the fullest...
Until she came. Missy Stone was to be her rival on that night, high in the construction of a new skyscraper and she ended up loosing in what she saw as a wonderful battle, yet it taught her much. Leaving the employ of the man after his defeat at the groups hands she returned to the military to retain and mature, and now she has once again been called by that very same women that changed her life to return once again to the Streets of Rage... "Well.. So be it~" |
54,125 | 1,472 | 18 | 716 | 5,251 | Hong recoiled after being kicked in the groin, but not as much as you would think for a normal man, he obviously had a very high threshold for pain. Mike Hardwick was able to just about able to scramble out of the grip and counter with a 'sweet chin music' style superkick which was aimed for his chin.
BWWWAPPP
The impact was substantial, although it didn't hit his chin, the power of the kick thudded hard into his solar plexus, knocking him a few steps backwards, staggering his balance just slightly and making him pull a face of reaction. A small woman had made him fall forward secretly, which made the kick so much harder.
AHHH HONG FELT THAT! SNEAKY GIRL MAKE WRESTLER MAN KICK VERY HARD, NOW HONG'S TURN.
Hong decided to counter very quickly, kicking Mike very hard in the stomach which made him double over, to which Hong followed up by dropping a heavy downward elbow on his back, which crumpled him to the floor. He then turned towards the new fighter Ling Mae and swung his arm in a low sweeping motion to bat her away, temporarily taking his focus off the downed wrestler.
The Man that Dante Chambers was mounting and beating on was probably dead, only faint twitches came from his body and his bloody unrecognizable face had stopped spluttering more blood. Xao looked over in horror and screamed.
How could you idiots let this happen? These are nothing but STREET RATS, brawlers for hire from that incarcerated bitch Missy Stone, you let that thug Chamber kill one of our water dragons! I will have revenge!Starting with you, boy.
The arm that Xao used to block Dante's earlier punch had went numb now, so he found himself able to use it, with great focus, he managed to regain his stance and face the new boy Matt Marcus in head on position. But Xao was not interested in a martial arts match he reached into one of the trash can next to him and grabbed a brick. Water Dragons may dress like kung fu fighters but they are just as thuggish as anyone else in Rage city. Xao hurled the brick straight at Matt's Face, snarling as his other wrist burned with pain.
I'm not gonna try and catch that with my face, play baseball somewhere else bro...
Matt deflty pivoted on his backfoot and turned away from the center line of the throw and dodged the flying brick easily, but Xao smiled as Matt Marcus got out of the way.
Wasn't aiming for you, dickhead....
The Brick soared downwards towards the back of Dante chambers and struck him directly in the side of the head. | Name: 'Pretty Boy' Matt Marcus
Age: 26
Height: 6'0
Weight: 180
Apperance:
Fighting Style:
Self Taught 'Freestyle' Karate and Krav Maga
Other Skills: Excellent motorbike rider, specializes in japanese 'super bike' models. Also has very sharp tongue and knowledge of the criminal auto dealer market. Also excellent swimmer.
Personality: Matt is cocky, and self assured, and his superior fighting skills have given him no reason to think otherwise. He is also quite selfish, only pursuing goals if he can see a benefit for himself. Also despises authority, which has gotten him into plenty of fights in the criminal underground.
Bio: Matt Marcus was a typical punk in Rage City driving around on his scrambler motorcycle commiting petty crime for cheap thrills until he accidentally crashed his bike into the Police Vehicle of Detective Blaze Fielding who had since rejoined the force since the events of Streets of Rage and became a detective, although she was in her early 40s, she was still a master fighter and not only caught up to the young punk but beat him quite handily in a street fight, warning him to change his ways or she would be back to arrest him.
This had a strange effect on Matt, he didn't reform from criminal lifestyle but became a lot more shrewd and disciplined, turning his focus on to the illegal street racing scene as apposed to handbag snatching. And never wanting to get beat so badly in a fight ever again, started training his body for comabat, teaching himself a wild but effecting version of karate with the help of his local (corrupt) Dojo.
Now an infamous street racing demon, he seeks to take the 'final stand' as his opportunity to rid the streets of the more powerful gangs and criminal organisations so, he can continue to expand his racing circuit without any interference.
Theme Song: |
54,126 | 1,472 | 19 | 694 | 2,138 | Mike took the punch to the gut a brief moment of preparing, thus he was able to take it better than otherwise but it still felt like a sledgehammer to the guts. The big bastard was starting to get on Mike's nerves and if he was going to take Hong down for good Mike was going to need to weaken the fat boy first. In his desperations for air Mike in his kneeled state glanced over, and eyed a pair of nunchuks that some other goon dropped. It gave Mike an idea, something he had done in a Philly deathmatch before only with slightly different equipment. Grabbing them Mike saw Hong was going after the woman who helped him connect the superkick all the harder.
Before Hong could get too many more attacks in Mike leapt up and attempted to climb onto Hong's shoulders, where he twirled out the nunchuks, not so much to swing them like they're suppose to, but use the chain on them to choke out the big man. Pulling himself as far as back as possible to really wring the air out of Hong's windpipes. | Name: “Maximum Destruction” Mike Hardwick
Age: 23
Height: 6'2
Weight: 184
(Taking a picture with two fans before Wrestle Heaven 14 at the Tokyo Dome in Japan)
Fighting Style: A decent bit of jiu-jitsu and judo training, but the majority of Mike's fighting involves professional wrestling taught to him by his teacher and mentor Max Thunder. While he uses a variety of his teacher's strong style wrestling, Mike has a selection of moves from his time in Mexico wrestling in the lucha libre style.
Other Skills: Fluent in Japanese, acrobatic and has a small history practicing free running, has a knack for making just about anything into a weapon.
Personality: Mike believes in himself almost to a fault, he sees himself as the greatest pro wrestler in the world and has yet to be proven wrong in his mind. Though he is a good guy, at least he tries to be, his ego can rub people the wrong way. Mike has tasted the good life wrestling at the highest profile so he might have his standards a bit too high for whats to come.
Bio: As much as Mike would love for his story to be about surviving on the hard streets, learning to be street smart as he fought his way through all comers. The truth was though Mike's childhood is actually kind of boring. He grew up in the small city of Buttehaven, a suburbs of sorts to Rage City. His family was blue collar to a tee. His father worked at the docks in his hometown while his mom was a stay at home. While Mike was popular and liked in school, he was miserable as he felt like Buttehaven was a dead end, and moving to Rage City was a gamble to put it nicely.
It all changed when Mike was in school during career day, one of the people who came to the school was former pro wrestler Max Thunder. He came to advertise his wrestling academy 'Reign of Pain Academy'. Most of the students ignored him but Mike became enamored by the idea, especially when Max took him to a pro wrestling show. It became the moment Mike saw exactly what he wanted to do. A figure larger than life, with a stadium stuffed to the brim with people calling your name.
Mike went through everything Max Thunder's training called for. When Mike graduated he took up the nickname "Maximum Destruction" in honor of his tutor, and began traveling to hone his craft. From hardcore wrestling in Philly, lucha libre in Mexico, and technical wrestling in Germany, Mike Hardwick was picked up finally by World Japan Wrestling Championship when he turned 21. Mike quickly rose the ranks and became a fan favorite despite being American. Life was grand, Mike was experiencing the good life he always wanted. It all came to a head when the owner of the company told Mike he was getting a shot at the WJWC World Championship. He called Max Thunder, and asked if Max would manage him for the big match. After wiping the tear of joy from his eye Max happily accepted.
That was the last time Mike ever spoke to Max.
Max was shot down shortly after Axel's murdering. Leaving Mike completely gob struck and frustrated at a lack of answers as too why. Rage City police were extremely uncooperative, leaving Mike feeling helpless until Missy Stone's message got to him. Mike had his championship match rescheduled to everyone's shock, and took the first plane out to Rage City. He wanted answers, and he was getting them. |
54,127 | 1,472 | 20 | 1,244 | 9,387 | After the brutal beating Dante gave the first henchman, he wanted this bloody mess and gave a 'hmph'. It was his fault, he had it coming and well...he's been fucked and no longer a problem. Dante could hear the shit talking from Xao about how unfair this turned out. Yeah, like he had any room to talk about fairness when they ganged up on him but now he's bitching since back up came for Dante and he ended up on the shit end of the fight.
Dante shook his head at the man he just defeated and was about to get up until *bam!* something hit him hard on the side of his head, "Urrggh!!" he held on to his head and looked at his hand with some blood on it. rolling off the guy he defeated and stumbled to his feet holding his head "who.....who the fuck HIT MEEEE!!" Dante got up turning around looking at both Matt and Xao. His head was throbbing a little and now he wanted someone to feel the same pain he was feeling. | Name: Dante "New Blood" Chambers
Age: 28
Height: 5'10
Weight: 180
Apperance:
Fighting Style: Freestyle and Hybrid Boxing: Hybrid boxing is a combination of Boxing, Muay Thai, Wrestling, Taichi, and Dirty fighting but solely revolve around the use of your arms. the style includes leg moves but mostly in defending and supplementary for dirty fighting. So...he can use grabs, slams and take downs, elbow shots, open hand moves for defense and evasion and use cheating moves like eye gouging and throat punches and etc. He created this style to give him better chance at winning fights and to have an effective way to counter other styles.
Other Skills: lock picking, parkour, basic weapon usage: weapons I'm talking about are things you find on the street like lead pipes and such.
Personality: Fearless, hotblooded, and a bit arrogant, Dante never backs down from a challenge. He loves a good fight if it's worth his time....and even if it is not, he'll make it entertaining. He's a bit of a show off as he used to have homeboys of his video tape his street fights and knockout he causes so that he can put it on a broadcasting website. He can work with others but he usually want to be the spot light in the team as he loves to have and gain a greater reputation. He's not above admitting someone having skill or needing help if a time calls for it but he tries not to put himself in that situation. All in all he's someone that would be a great asset to the team, that's if you can tolerate his attitude.
Bio: Dante was really young back when Axel and his partners first fought Mr. X's crime syndicate. when he heard about the events, that inspired him to want to fight. He even witnessed some fighting the following year which was the events when Eddie got involved in the fights to get his brother back. Ever since then, Dante practiced Boxing and through the years, fought kids in his school who were bullying others. later down the line he got into street fighting to make a little money hear and there. After years of honing his skills and adding to his new hybrid style, Dante encountered a situation where he fought a guy from one of the new gangs in the city and defeated him as his homeboys recorded it. Because of the embarrassing loss and the humiliation of having the public eye witness his ass whooping, the guy found out where Dante's mother lived, beat and raped her, leaving her laid out on the living room floor for dead. Because of this, and the increasing problems and acts these gangs cause in his hood, Dante is now on a personal quest to payback the bastards that harmed his mother and to make sure nothing like this ever happens again. Beware bitches New Blood is coming for you. |
54,128 | 1,473 | 0 | 276 | 729 | Gnarl laid in his bed, listening to a music box playing the lullaby that he had sung to every Overlord child he had helped raise through the centuries. On the table across the room sat 5 pictures. on the far left was Lord Gromgard, the first Overlord and the man Gnarl had originally been loyal to, followed by his son as an infant. On either side of the boy's crib were his older siblings, the Elven brother and Dwarven sister. The picture in the center was the third Overlord, one that had once been human before becoming greater. Next was his son, a small boy running through the northern town of Nordberg with a small band of Minions. Finally, the picture on the far right showed multiple infants, each of them resembling their father and their differing mothers.
"It's time." he said to himself as he climbed out of bed to begin getting dressed. "Today is the day they must be told. Their mothers have made me wait this long. I can wait no longer. The children must know." Once dressed, he left his room with a sigh as he shook his head.
Giblet ran past him, laughing as he leapt over the elder's head.
"Giblet!" Gnarl yelled in response. "Aren't you supposed to be at the forge?"
Giblet stopped and spun to look at Gnarl's frown. "But, Gnarl, forges be gone."
"Gone?!" Gnarl yelled. "What happened to them?"
"Dwarves take Arcanium, elves hide Durium and halflings steal steel." the smith replied sheepishly.
Gnarl stomped angrily to the throne room, grabbing an apple as he passed through the kitchen. "You!" he yelled, pointing at a group of minions. "Go get the Overlord's children. It's time they knew their jobs."
The four of them ran off, each one disappearing down the hall from Gnarl's view.
"It's time." he muttered again with a frown.
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Each of the minions that had run from the throne room on Gnarl's command arrived in different rooms, each one waking the dark children from their slumbers with near unintelligible babble of Gnarl, the throne room and their father. | Name: Luna
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Mother: Fay
Minions: Reds
Compatibility: As well as anyone can work with her. If someone tries to be her teammate, as long as she doesn't hate them, she'll try her best to be a good partner.
Weapon: Sword
Spells: Fireball, Fire Wall, Fire Cage and Enrage (doubles all nearby minion powers for the next minute)
Worshipers: Halflings |
54,129 | 1,473 | 1 | 901 | 2,059 | Oya slowly awoke to the gibering of strange growling creatures. She looked at one of the brown minions as it had crawled onto her bed. She backed up a bit at first startled by the sudden glowing yellow eyes in her face accompanied with sharp toothpick teeth. "Gah! No, get off the bed! Your feet are filthy, and these are silk sheets for crying out loud. Oh whatever I'm awake now anyways," she said. Then slowly got out of bed she was wearing a dark red shirt with a hood, and black pants that hugged her figure. A black mask, and her red hood obscured everything but her glowing yellow and red eyes. "So what do you little cretins want," she asked. She slowly put on brown leather boots. The brown goblin spoke to her in gibberish, and she sighed. Then stood up grabbing the minion by the throat, and threw it out the door. She was right behind the minion going straight for the throne room. She was smiling behind her mask, finally she'd become the overlord. Who better than she? One who can compell with a single word, and bend ones will to do what she wants; and all without magic. | Name: Oya
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Mother: Juno
Preferred Minions: Browns
Compatibility: Oya has learned spells and styles specific to working with a group. As she knows she has to in order to get the most out of her minions. As such she can work with another if it furthers her agendas. Finding having allies in positions of power fo be most lucrative. However, she will not hesitate to kill them if they betray her.
Weapon: Urumi
Spells:
Vortex: Creates magical whirlwinds that suck up anything but allies, and thrashes them around violently. While also allowing allies to pound on them with their own spells.
Lightning bubble: forms a protective barrier around the overlord. That when attacked sends out a bolt of lightning to damage the enemy to even paralyzing them.
Deadly Rainbow: Creates a rainbow that shimmers with different colors. Enemies with lesser minds are forced to stare at, and cannot look away. If left active long enough it causes hallucinations, and seizures.
Legion of Boom: Enchants the minions with the power of wind, and lightning. Doing different things for different minions.
~Browns: They get an aura of wind, and lightning that makes them even more destructive than before.
~Reds: They occasionally shoot lighting instead of fire, and when fire balls land creates a small vortex of fire.
~Greens: Paralyzes those that they attack, and can move poison clouds by blowing it at the enemies with a gust of wind. That dissipates after scattering to the wind.
~Blues: Helps revive more minions as a chain of lightning connects up to three of the recently deceased. While their movement speed gets a great increase.
Worshipers: Dwarves |
54,130 | 1,473 | 2 | 1,347 | 749 | Within his private magical chamber, Avalon, along with five of his Councillor Blue Minions, in their ceremonial robes, were locked in a trance like state. Their minds stretching far into the Magika Realms, summoning a sense of clairvoyance. Looking at Events of the Past, Present, Future, those that could happen and those that will happen. A shadowy figure emerged in Avalon's mind, his face obscured by the dark mist that surrounded him. He reached out to him, but before he could go any further a minion carrying a message, beckoning that he attend to the throne room.
Avalon grabed the minion by the neck and threw him into the central magical crystal, whose magical energy was so unstable it vaporised the minion. After cracking his knuckles, he silently made his way to the throne room. | Name: Avalon
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Mother: Fay
Preferred Minions: Blues
Compatibility: Avalon has the tendency to use others for his own personal gain. While he may seem cooperative, he always has a hidden agenda.
Weapon: Sword
Spells:
Attack: Ice Splinters: Fires hundreds of razor sharp splinters.
Shield: Ice Armour: A layer of magical ice covers over Avalon’s body like a second suit of armour.
Mental: Cold Hearted: Causes his foes to lose all sense of empathy for their comrades and will begin to fight each other.
Minion: Magical Juggernaut: Using the power of the Blues, Avalon will fuse an entire hoard of minions into one giant beast, whose powers change depending on the dominant minion strand.
Worshipers: Dwarves & Humans |
54,131 | 1,473 | 3 | 1,118 | 7,627 | soulless was working in his laboratory the poison room that he preferred to call it since in the middle of the clearing he had an alchemy table. Soulless felt he wasn't as close to his family other then his own mother who seemed to understand that killing everything in sight yield little to no reward in the long run. What use are the mystical creatures if they cant serve him and give him whatever they have for an eternity, now that's how to rule! Soulless also knows that one of them will become the next overlord and he knows it will be him, after all who is better to have the world then one who knows how to control.
Soon a brown minion came by knocking on the room. Soulless sighed and pressed a button on the wall to get rid of all the poison plants in the room. What is it? Soulless asked as he started to change and the browns started to talk their unintelligible gibberish but he got the gist of it and he needed to go to the throne room. Soulless grabbed a vial and threw it to the brown drink that and he did so without question soon coughing up a storm and quickly falling dead Soulless made sure to check his body to make sure he was dead. damn to much concentrate, need to pull it back so it only paralyzes Soulless said as he headed to the throne room to meet his brothers and sisters... | Name: soulless
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Mother: Juno
Preferred Minions: Greens!
Compatibility: fairly well when the need is apparent otherwise id rather just send my minions to kill in secret
Weapon: poison sword
Spells: attack: enhancer blade, increases the damage I can do with my own weapon
shield: Poison shield
mental: mind control, serve me!
minion: poison enhancement, each deadly poison strike causes double damage (greens only)
Worshipers: dwarves |
54,132 | 1,473 | 4 | 2,096 | 5,087 | Conner was sound asleep in his private quarters, and snoring rather loudly as well. The quarters was also lit by candles and torches, as well as a roaring fireplace in his sleeping area. Then, Conner's eyes opened, having been woken up by the sound of footsteps. Getting up and grabbing a nearby axe, he wondered what could be so important that he had to be woken up. Exiting his room, he was greeted with the sight of incoming Brown minions. Raising an eyebrow, he watched as the Browns ran towards him and bowed in his presence.
"Burning Master!" one of the minions greeted him. "You are needed by the Old one!" Conner knew exactly who the minion meant by "the Old one". Gnarl. Conner didn't like Gnarl one bit. There was something in that evil glint in the old minion's eye that he distrusted. Still, whatever this summons was for, it was probably very important, at least to Gnarl. "Whatever this is, it better be good enough to wake me up," Conner said grumpily, disliking having to be woken up when he didn't feel like it. Leaving his private quarters, with the Browns in tow and axe still in hand, he made his way toward the Throne Room. There was work to be done, it seems. | Name: Conner
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Mother: Kelda
Preferred Minions: Reds
Compatibility: Not very well. Just don't get in his way and you'll probably not get hit by him.
Weapon: Axe
Spells:
-Attack: Fireball: a classic for anyone.
-Shield: Firestarter: anyone trying to melee him will most likely get set on fire.
-Mental: Flame Aura: anyone in his presence (minions not included) will begin to hallucinate flames surrounding them.
-Minion: Flames of Fury: increases speed, strength, and fireball-throwing speed (reds only).
Worshipers: Halflings |
54,133 | 1,473 | 5 | 351 | 2,365 | With a small sigh, Zyphus closed the book that he had been reading as the door to his room was opened. It had been another sleepless night; If he wanted to be completely honest with himself, he really needed to work on his sleeping habits but then he was sit down in bed with a good book sleep was the last thing on his mind because he needed to know what happened next.
Looking towards the brown minions that had come to his room, Zyphus listened to the excited tones and noises for a moment before nodding his head, understanding it better then most would have actually. Getting out of bed, he simply asked "Give me a moment alright? Need to get dressed then I'll be on my way." The minions nodded their heads before leaving the room, no doubt waiting for him to come out.
Getting dressed was a simple affair; Just some simple brown leather armor and a black hooded cloak was all that he need at the moment. Picking up his war pick from where he kept it, he opened the door and offered the minions a small but honest smile and a "Lead the way." before following the warband in motion that was any gathering of brown minions. | name: Wolfram
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Mother: Kelda
Preferred Minions: Brown
Compatibility: Though he is ultimately only in it for himself (like everyone else really), Wolfram does recognize the worth of at least a few allies that have the faintest idea what they're doing. Of course, he'll subtly try to nudge everyone around to suit his own interests. He would risk his life to save someone else as long as there's a reasonable chance of succes. But don't count on him to go on some ill-conceived million-to-one chance of succes quest.
Weapon: A warhammer of considerable size. The head consists of cast tungsten, a metal considerably heavier than iron. This gives it more than enough weight to send whoever is unlucky enough to be on the receiving end of a strike on an extended flying lesson.
Spells:
Iron fist: No, this is not a figure of speech. It is a literal fist of conjured cast iron launched at the noggins of the enemy with predictably messy results.
Lead blockade:It is a block of lead large enough to take cover behind. That's really all there is to it... Wolfram isn't particularly inclined towards flashy overcomplicated magic.
Concussion: Dazes people as if they were hit over the head with an ingot of copper. See above sentence.
Minion MK2.0: Temporarily infuses a minion with magical metals. Considerably increasing their size, strength, endurance and unpleasantness.
Worshipers: Dwarves, humans. |
54,134 | 1,473 | 6 | 1,347 | 749 | Avalon strolled into the throne room, giving a cold glaze over his older siblings. Even though they were in the bowls of the underworld with raging lava around them, the room's temperature had dropped greatly with his presence.
"Why have we been summoned?" Avalon asked, his voice cool and collective. | Name: Avalon
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Mother: Fay
Preferred Minions: Blues
Compatibility: Avalon has the tendency to use others for his own personal gain. While he may seem cooperative, he always has a hidden agenda.
Weapon: Sword
Spells:
Attack: Ice Splinters: Fires hundreds of razor sharp splinters.
Shield: Ice Armour: A layer of magical ice covers over Avalon’s body like a second suit of armour.
Mental: Cold Hearted: Causes his foes to lose all sense of empathy for their comrades and will begin to fight each other.
Minion: Magical Juggernaut: Using the power of the Blues, Avalon will fuse an entire hoard of minions into one giant beast, whose powers change depending on the dominant minion strand.
Worshipers: Dwarves & Humans |
54,135 | 1,473 | 7 | 351 | 2,365 | A small wave of brown minions heralded the arrival of Zyphus, bursting into the throne room with an excitement more akin to that of small children then the servants of an Overlord. The excitement was somewhat tempered by the strange chill that filled the throne room, causing the minions to start cuddling themselves to try and warm up again.
Zyphus himself walked into the room with his war-pick resting on his shoulder as if this were merely any other stroll through the castle; It was quite clear just from looking that he was much more approachable then his younger half brother Avalon. Looking towards the browns, he offered a warm smile as he simply said "Thanks lads. Go and get something to eat from the kitchens and tell them I sent ya." The promise of a free meal and warmth was more then enough to get the browns minions to vacate the throne room in a chaotic hurry.
Walking forwards to stand closer to Gnarl and his half brother, Zyphus politely nodded his head to both as he said clearly "Good morning. I take it we're waiting for everyone else to arrive before you tell us why you summoned us Gnarl?" | name: Wolfram
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Mother: Kelda
Preferred Minions: Brown
Compatibility: Though he is ultimately only in it for himself (like everyone else really), Wolfram does recognize the worth of at least a few allies that have the faintest idea what they're doing. Of course, he'll subtly try to nudge everyone around to suit his own interests. He would risk his life to save someone else as long as there's a reasonable chance of succes. But don't count on him to go on some ill-conceived million-to-one chance of succes quest.
Weapon: A warhammer of considerable size. The head consists of cast tungsten, a metal considerably heavier than iron. This gives it more than enough weight to send whoever is unlucky enough to be on the receiving end of a strike on an extended flying lesson.
Spells:
Iron fist: No, this is not a figure of speech. It is a literal fist of conjured cast iron launched at the noggins of the enemy with predictably messy results.
Lead blockade:It is a block of lead large enough to take cover behind. That's really all there is to it... Wolfram isn't particularly inclined towards flashy overcomplicated magic.
Concussion: Dazes people as if they were hit over the head with an ingot of copper. See above sentence.
Minion MK2.0: Temporarily infuses a minion with magical metals. Considerably increasing their size, strength, endurance and unpleasantness.
Worshipers: Dwarves, humans. |
54,136 | 1,473 | 8 | 2,718 | 262 | Tucked into a bed far too large for just one girl of her modest stature with a peacefully content expression on her sleeping face, one might mistake Pix for some vapid princess of cheery goodness. That is, if one dismissed the ominous blue taint to her skin and the fiery red hair that spilled out around her. As well as the fact that the room she was sleeping in had an all together dark and foreboding aesthetic. So, essentially, she was hardly like some vapid princess of cheery goodness at all.
In any case, her peaceful sleep was not to last as a group of browns barged in all hollering and hooting. A grumpy scowl formed on Pix's face, burying her head underneath a pillow in an attempt to ignore them. Unfortunately for her, if Browns did anything well, it was be annoying to an impossible-to-ignore degree. One hopping up onto her bed, the rest lining up along the side, they woke up the young mistress in the only reliable way they knew.
With a 'heave' and a 'ho' shouted from the one on the bed, the rest set to lifting up with their scrawny and deceptively powerful claws. The bed tilted up, and both the commanding brown and Pix went tumbling to the cold hard floor in a chaotic pile of blankets and pillows. The Browns all cheered and clapped, the one in the pile thrashing and flailing to free itself all while cursing them for laughing at it. After a moment, it victoriously popped a lopsided head up from the pile with a triumphant grin on it's face.
Only to swiftly find a pillow smashed into it's face and flailing to the floor once more. Pix, eyes glowing a burning orange, held the pillow to it's face as it kicked and thrashed in an attempt to free itself. Although she was by no means of a particularly intimidating stature, the young woman was none the less far larger and stronger than any single brown. The other browns continued to laugh and cheer at the sight, though a few were distracted by the fact that their mistress was only clad in her rather flimsy nightclothes.
When the pinned brown finally stopped struggling and fell limp, Pix tossed the pillow aside and stood to her feet. Standing on the aforementioned brown, which was only mostly dead and not quite all the way there, she swept her displeased gaze over to the remaining browns. Deep frown on her face, hands on her hips, most of the browns had the good sense to look intimidated. A few remained yet distracted by her state of dress, while others were busy laughing at their abused comrade.
"Why have you barged in here and woken me up?" Pix questioned in an even, demanding tone. Not wishing to draw her wrath upon themselves, because then it would hardly be as funny, they quickly told her. | Name: Pix
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Mother: Fay
Preferred Minions: Blues
Compatibility: Extremely well, because you can never have too many meatshields.
Weapon: Dagger
Spells:
Lightning Spike: Creates a crackling bolt of lightning to tear through foes.
Barrier: Creates a powerful protective bubble around the overlord.
Temptation: Creates evil, seductive thoughts in the target to make them your ally.
Sacrifice: Fills a minion with magical energy until it becomes a walking, living bomb. (Blues Only).
Worshipers: Elves |
54,137 | 1,473 | 9 | 276 | 729 | In another corner of the castle, the silent Wolfram had his room. It was quite a comforting room, at least to him. Crystals of all sorts of color were embedded in the walls, and the room was deep enough to profit off of the toasty warmth of the underworld. He was just sitting in a corner of the room, reading a book. "100 ways to torment people with molten metal" it was called. It had been a personal recommendation from gnarl to someone with his specific preferences.
Then, the silence was broken by a minion. "Metallic master!" he shouted. "You are requested by the old one". Wolfram sighed deeply. What did the old geezer want now? If it werent for the fact he organized all the tedious parts of managing the castle, wolfram would have made a silver sculpture out of the bastard already. "Right" He simply said. He stood up, took his hammer out of the weapon rack, and threw his book at the minion to place back in the bookshelf. He left the brown looking somewhat hopeless, as the book belonged on the top shelf.
He stepped forth up the stairs, and up the stairs... and up some more... He quite liked his deep room, but the stair climbing was one maddeningly tedious downside to it. He would really have to look for a solution to that problem sometime... perhaps he could chain some minions to a quant-looking box suspended in a shaft... what did the dwarves call that recent invention... a lift? He would have to get Gnarl on it sometime.
Soon, he came upon the throne room. He siad nothing to announce his presence, but his arrival was quite hard to miss between the clanking of his armor and the uncaring manner with which he threw open the door. | Name: Luna
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Mother: Fay
Minions: Reds
Compatibility: As well as anyone can work with her. If someone tries to be her teammate, as long as she doesn't hate them, she'll try her best to be a good partner.
Weapon: Sword
Spells: Fireball, Fire Wall, Fire Cage and Enrage (doubles all nearby minion powers for the next minute)
Worshipers: Halflings |
54,138 | 1,473 | 10 | 2,718 | 262 | After hearing their explanation for disturbing her, Pix had to concede that Gnarl was never one to really waste someones time. Dismissing the minions, the blue-skinned red-head was quick to dress. A task made simpler by the minimal nature of her outfit of choice, as she favored revealing silken garments over the suits of armor some of her siblings were partial to. Sauntering out of her room to see what the ancient and shriveled brown wanted, she found her siblings already assembled in the throne room.
"Well then, I certainly hope we haven't all been called together at this delightful hour for tea and crumpets." The question was largely a joke, though the way she said 'delightful' and 'tea and crumpets' sounded far more like a despicable proposition than a pleasant way to spend a morning. | Name: Pix
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Mother: Fay
Preferred Minions: Blues
Compatibility: Extremely well, because you can never have too many meatshields.
Weapon: Dagger
Spells:
Lightning Spike: Creates a crackling bolt of lightning to tear through foes.
Barrier: Creates a powerful protective bubble around the overlord.
Temptation: Creates evil, seductive thoughts in the target to make them your ally.
Sacrifice: Fills a minion with magical energy until it becomes a walking, living bomb. (Blues Only).
Worshipers: Elves |
54,139 | 1,473 | 11 | 276 | 729 | I'm sorry for disturbing you. Gnarl said, looking around at the 8 young adults. "But the humans, dwarves, halflings and elves have begun to, once again, defy us. With your father... away on business, It is up to you to make them fear us again. Giblet has been holding gifts from your mothers in the armory."
The mentioned minion smithy waved from one of the downward staircases. "This way." he said, disappearing down the staircase.
Luna looked around with a sigh before punching a nearby pillar. Wordlessly, she followed Giblet towards where the forges had once been. | Name: Luna
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Mother: Fay
Minions: Reds
Compatibility: As well as anyone can work with her. If someone tries to be her teammate, as long as she doesn't hate them, she'll try her best to be a good partner.
Weapon: Sword
Spells: Fireball, Fire Wall, Fire Cage and Enrage (doubles all nearby minion powers for the next minute)
Worshipers: Halflings |
54,140 | 1,473 | 12 | 901 | 2,059 | Their subjects wanted to break free again. "outrageous" Wolfram simply muttered. iT appeared he would have use for those books in his room after all. He was quite indifferent to the disappearance of the tower heart, bloody thing just gave him flashy magic stuff. He had learned magic more to get Gnarl of his back about it rather than any personal interest. What he was quite angry about was that the forges appeared to be missing now."unacceptable" he muttered. It would appear he would be participating in a protracted session of ser-stomping with his siblings.
He clunked down the stairs after gnarl. Already thinking up which mixture of metal he would be pouring in people's eyes soon. | Name: Oya
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Mother: Juno
Preferred Minions: Browns
Compatibility: Oya has learned spells and styles specific to working with a group. As she knows she has to in order to get the most out of her minions. As such she can work with another if it furthers her agendas. Finding having allies in positions of power fo be most lucrative. However, she will not hesitate to kill them if they betray her.
Weapon: Urumi
Spells:
Vortex: Creates magical whirlwinds that suck up anything but allies, and thrashes them around violently. While also allowing allies to pound on them with their own spells.
Lightning bubble: forms a protective barrier around the overlord. That when attacked sends out a bolt of lightning to damage the enemy to even paralyzing them.
Deadly Rainbow: Creates a rainbow that shimmers with different colors. Enemies with lesser minds are forced to stare at, and cannot look away. If left active long enough it causes hallucinations, and seizures.
Legion of Boom: Enchants the minions with the power of wind, and lightning. Doing different things for different minions.
~Browns: They get an aura of wind, and lightning that makes them even more destructive than before.
~Reds: They occasionally shoot lighting instead of fire, and when fire balls land creates a small vortex of fire.
~Greens: Paralyzes those that they attack, and can move poison clouds by blowing it at the enemies with a gust of wind. That dissipates after scattering to the wind.
~Blues: Helps revive more minions as a chain of lightning connects up to three of the recently deceased. While their movement speed gets a great increase.
Worshipers: Dwarves |
54,141 | 1,473 | 13 | 1,118 | 7,627 | I wondered when I could use my favorite poisons" soulless said with a grin following Gnarl down the stairs. Honestly soulless wondered if he would ever go out of his own home and see what's out their. He also wanted to get the chance to use his poisons on the magical creatures and watch them suffer. If he can get his subjects loyal to him then he can get them to give him a forge to make an even better mace then what he has now. So many possibilities so little time to get ahead of his siblings to do so... | Name: soulless
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Mother: Juno
Preferred Minions: Greens!
Compatibility: fairly well when the need is apparent otherwise id rather just send my minions to kill in secret
Weapon: poison sword
Spells: attack: enhancer blade, increases the damage I can do with my own weapon
shield: Poison shield
mental: mind control, serve me!
minion: poison enhancement, each deadly poison strike causes double damage (greens only)
Worshipers: dwarves |
54,142 | 1,473 | 14 | 2,718 | 262 | I suppose whipping them back into line is important. Pix acknowledged, though she looked no less grumpy about her abrupt awakening. Following Giblet alongside her brothers and sisters, she pondered with a frown what had become of the Blues. Their revival magic made them easily the most valuable of the minions, capable of making even a single brown an endlessly reusable meat shield. If they and their hive had been stolen from the castle, then some actual whipping might be in order. | Name: Pix
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Mother: Fay
Preferred Minions: Blues
Compatibility: Extremely well, because you can never have too many meatshields.
Weapon: Dagger
Spells:
Lightning Spike: Creates a crackling bolt of lightning to tear through foes.
Barrier: Creates a powerful protective bubble around the overlord.
Temptation: Creates evil, seductive thoughts in the target to make them your ally.
Sacrifice: Fills a minion with magical energy until it becomes a walking, living bomb. (Blues Only).
Worshipers: Elves |
54,143 | 1,473 | 15 | 351 | 2,365 | Zyphus had never really had the knack for magic that some of his half siblings had but that did not mean that he was stupid. Quite the opposite in fact. As he followed his siblings and Gnarl down towards the armory, when he finally spoke he betrayed a vastly different line of thought to that of his various kin. "We can hardly blame them for seeing an opportunity to seize more power for themselves at the cost of another and taking it; Any of us would have done the same in their shoes in a heartbeat. What I'm more interested in is how exactly this opportunity presented itself to them. The way I see it, there are three possible ways that this went down. The first is that they attacked with overwhelming force and claimed our artifacts as spoils of conquest, in which case we should have been alerted about what was going on. The second is that our security was so poorly organized as to be considered grossly incompetent. The last is that we have been betrayed from within our ranks."
Turning his gaze to rest solely on Gnarl, Zyphus's smile seemed to gain an unnervingly sharp edge to it; Much like a knife in the hand of a mugger in a dark alleyway. "So Gnarl, who is it that is in charge of the security of our home in the absence of our father?" Considering that the old minion was in charge of the day to day affairs of their home, it was clear that Zyphus had a strong inclination about who was head of security. | name: Wolfram
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Mother: Kelda
Preferred Minions: Brown
Compatibility: Though he is ultimately only in it for himself (like everyone else really), Wolfram does recognize the worth of at least a few allies that have the faintest idea what they're doing. Of course, he'll subtly try to nudge everyone around to suit his own interests. He would risk his life to save someone else as long as there's a reasonable chance of succes. But don't count on him to go on some ill-conceived million-to-one chance of succes quest.
Weapon: A warhammer of considerable size. The head consists of cast tungsten, a metal considerably heavier than iron. This gives it more than enough weight to send whoever is unlucky enough to be on the receiving end of a strike on an extended flying lesson.
Spells:
Iron fist: No, this is not a figure of speech. It is a literal fist of conjured cast iron launched at the noggins of the enemy with predictably messy results.
Lead blockade:It is a block of lead large enough to take cover behind. That's really all there is to it... Wolfram isn't particularly inclined towards flashy overcomplicated magic.
Concussion: Dazes people as if they were hit over the head with an ingot of copper. See above sentence.
Minion MK2.0: Temporarily infuses a minion with magical metals. Considerably increasing their size, strength, endurance and unpleasantness.
Worshipers: Dwarves, humans. |
54,144 | 1,473 | 16 | 276 | 729 | That would actually be Biter. Gnarl said with a frown. "But I haven't seen him since he went to wake Lady Pix this morning."
Luna looked at her sister with a hidden smile. She had known what had happened, as every other minion had returned from the woman's room.
Giblet stopped at the bottom of the stairs before looking at the three older women that stood before them.
"Our children are all grown up." Kelda smiled.
"Ready to take on the world." Juno added with a chuckle.
"Ready to conquer it, you mean." Fay laughed. "Each of them alone is strong enough to do so. Just think of the chaos they could spread together."
"Anyways." Kelda jumped back in, an unpleasant look towards Fay. "You've come for your gifts."
Juno moved towards each cabinet, opening it wide to reveal each of the young adults' new set of armor and weapons.
"You don't have to wear them but we thought you'd like them anyways." Fay said, looking at each of the armors.
Luna was quick to slide the armor on and pick up her sword, giving it a few practice swings. | Name: Luna
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Mother: Fay
Minions: Reds
Compatibility: As well as anyone can work with her. If someone tries to be her teammate, as long as she doesn't hate them, she'll try her best to be a good partner.
Weapon: Sword
Spells: Fireball, Fire Wall, Fire Cage and Enrage (doubles all nearby minion powers for the next minute)
Worshipers: Halflings |
54,145 | 1,473 | 17 | 901 | 2,059 | Oya made a purring noise as she walked to the cabinet that was meant for her. She easily slipped the armor on which had a dark steel plating protecting the entire torso, head, legs, and forearms down. While her vital spots, and joints were protected by a very light yet incredibly strong dark brown leather. A softer padded leather also lined the inside of the gauntlets, boots, and torso for comfort. All of her armor made as to accentuate her fine figure. Around her waist was a thick metal plate belt that hugged the hips, and dipped down at the front with a minions face as a face in the center, and a cloth train connecting to the belt. The train was an electric blue on the outside, and black on the inside, and was open at the front, stopping just above the ankles. The gauntlets being talons at the finger tips, and the right being thinner than the left; both had an almost feather looking layering to them. The left gauntlet was what controlled her minions as evidence by the large white glowing gem imbedded in it. Her helmet covering her entire head save for a narrow slit of darkness with two glowing yellow almond shaped lights that were her eyes, and a hole where her long brown hair came out of. While three long feather looking blades jutted out from both sides in a fan going up towards the cranium while the design resembled a birds beak with its curving sharpness in the front. An intricate jagged and swirling storm like pattern adorned the entirety of her plate armor. A steel evil looking avian face with glowing brown gems in the eyes protected the left shoulder, while leaving the rest bare skin between the shoulder, and gauntlet. While the right arm had a wide billowing sleeve of electric blue cloth coming down to just above her hand. Her boots being thin, with many sharp plates that reached up her thighs, and metal minion heads on her knees. With the feet having the sharp claw like blades at the toe, which was only 5 centimeters long.
"Oho this I like," she said. Then turned to look at her siblings hefting her new Urumi onto her back. Which had a black blade, and a brown handle with fur lining the hilt like a mane. She could tell it was forged with a good many minion sacrifices with the way the white jewels glowed on each blade segment where it connected to the cord inside, with a brighter shine than her previous Urumi. This weapon had no element of its own, but it was powered to be impossible to sever the cord of the weapon. Unlike her other one where one good slash could sever the thing apart. While the blade segments of the weapon were incredibly sharp and could slice through solid stone. | Name: Oya
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Mother: Juno
Preferred Minions: Browns
Compatibility: Oya has learned spells and styles specific to working with a group. As she knows she has to in order to get the most out of her minions. As such she can work with another if it furthers her agendas. Finding having allies in positions of power fo be most lucrative. However, she will not hesitate to kill them if they betray her.
Weapon: Urumi
Spells:
Vortex: Creates magical whirlwinds that suck up anything but allies, and thrashes them around violently. While also allowing allies to pound on them with their own spells.
Lightning bubble: forms a protective barrier around the overlord. That when attacked sends out a bolt of lightning to damage the enemy to even paralyzing them.
Deadly Rainbow: Creates a rainbow that shimmers with different colors. Enemies with lesser minds are forced to stare at, and cannot look away. If left active long enough it causes hallucinations, and seizures.
Legion of Boom: Enchants the minions with the power of wind, and lightning. Doing different things for different minions.
~Browns: They get an aura of wind, and lightning that makes them even more destructive than before.
~Reds: They occasionally shoot lighting instead of fire, and when fire balls land creates a small vortex of fire.
~Greens: Paralyzes those that they attack, and can move poison clouds by blowing it at the enemies with a gust of wind. That dissipates after scattering to the wind.
~Blues: Helps revive more minions as a chain of lightning connects up to three of the recently deceased. While their movement speed gets a great increase.
Worshipers: Dwarves |
54,146 | 1,473 | 18 | 1,118 | 7,627 | Soulless grinned as his mother went and opened the cabinets for each of them then Soulless went to his cabinet looking at the amazing spiked skull armor (the one on the left) putting it on noticing that in the front where the chest plate was a symbol of a minion painted on with green crossbones behind the head and the eyes on the skull on his shoulder was glowing from the crystals already set to green. This armor was perfect for Soulless showing others the fear and death that came from him. His weapon was the embodiment of his love for poisons The poison basher at least that's what minions started to call it and he couldn't blame them because of the design and the fact that it was mace he looked carefully and noticed that each spike was tipped with poison. This armor and this weapon together will make Soulless feared among all who dare to look at him and those stupid enough to attack him will die in agony. This was perfect for him This is me was all Soulless could say bowing lightly to his mother despite how much she spent time on herself she did have her moments of being a good mother like this. | Name: soulless
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Mother: Juno
Preferred Minions: Greens!
Compatibility: fairly well when the need is apparent otherwise id rather just send my minions to kill in secret
Weapon: poison sword
Spells: attack: enhancer blade, increases the damage I can do with my own weapon
shield: Poison shield
mental: mind control, serve me!
minion: poison enhancement, each deadly poison strike causes double damage (greens only)
Worshipers: dwarves |
54,147 | 1,473 | 19 | 2,718 | 262 | Serves the pest right. Pix muttered under her breath, wishing she had done more than simply smother the minion after Gnarl's passing the buck.
The presence of her mother, as well as the mothers of her half-siblings, brought about her curiosity. It was rare to see the three older women in a room together and not constantly trying to one-up each other. As they spoke, Pix corrected her mistaken first impression. As usual, even something as simple as presenting gifts to their children involved thinly veiled fighting.
The gifts in question quickly took the young woman's attention anyways, a smirk forming on her face and an ominous twinkle in her glowing orange eyes. Approaching the set of armor and weapons that was hers, Pix couldn't help but approve as she set about putting it on.
"How ever did you know, Mother?" Pix commented, as if receiving a much-desired birthday present.
A blood red bodysuit of leather served as the undermost layer, tailored to hug her form. To such a degree, in fact, that she suspected the minions of sneaking her measurements when she was asleep. The armor itself was so deep a blue as to appear black, and after donning it all, all that could be seen of the red leather was her upper arms, thighs, and around her waist. Though the heavy metal added some bulk to her stature, the design was sleek and alluring in a manner that served to enhance her form rather than obscure it.
The helm, last to be put on, was almost as sleek and rounded as the rest of her armor. A gap in the front left her mouth and chin exposed, while thin slits let the ominous orange glow of her eyes shine through. Allowance was made for her red hair to spill out like flames across her back and shoulders unhindered. Finally, a pair of horns attached to the side swept back and upwards in a twisting manner.
After admiring her armor, Pix took the accompanying dagger in one of her claw-like gauntlets. Though most thought of daggers as thin and short, this blade was nearly the length of her forearm and had a thick and hexagonal shape. A dagger meant for precision stabbing, not wild cutting, and it's weight and shape was such that a well-directed thrust could send it's sharpened point through even heavy plate mail. As someone who preferred not getting her own hands dirty, it was well suited to her as a weapon of strategic use or last resort. | Name: Pix
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Mother: Fay
Preferred Minions: Blues
Compatibility: Extremely well, because you can never have too many meatshields.
Weapon: Dagger
Spells:
Lightning Spike: Creates a crackling bolt of lightning to tear through foes.
Barrier: Creates a powerful protective bubble around the overlord.
Temptation: Creates evil, seductive thoughts in the target to make them your ally.
Sacrifice: Fills a minion with magical energy until it becomes a walking, living bomb. (Blues Only).
Worshipers: Elves |
54,148 | 1,473 | 20 | 351 | 2,365 | Wolfram looked at his mother... and other mothers, they had always been... understanding, accepting even. It seemed their nurturing had lead up to this day. Wolfram's armor quite fit his preferred tactic. It was quite simply enormous. Segmented plate over chainmail, and padding on the inside for the sake of comfort. It was a perfect fit. Not that he was expecting otherwise. There really wasn't much else to say about the armor other than its sheer bulk. Wolfram had never really cared about looking fashionable on the battlefield. As long as equipment fulfilled its function, he couldn't care less if it looked like Giblet designed it after smoking a loaf of elven tobacco.
The accompanying weapon was where he couldn't hide his enthusiasm anymore. "Adequate", he simply said as he compared the new weapon to his old one. Though it had sentimental value, there was no denying the old hunk of metal he had forged on a whim one day was of rather inferior quality. He had always held on to it however, as to not concede his inferior smithing skills to his siblings. He now threw the hammer to some nearby minions. "Return to room!" He said curtly. The new hammer was a work of art. Its head was made of pure tungsten. A metal that the dwarves had recently confirmed to in fact really exist. The handle was ergonomically sized for maximium efficiency in maiming. Again, the aesthetic design looked utilitarian and standardized, but he wouldn't have it any other way. | name: Wolfram
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Mother: Kelda
Preferred Minions: Brown
Compatibility: Though he is ultimately only in it for himself (like everyone else really), Wolfram does recognize the worth of at least a few allies that have the faintest idea what they're doing. Of course, he'll subtly try to nudge everyone around to suit his own interests. He would risk his life to save someone else as long as there's a reasonable chance of succes. But don't count on him to go on some ill-conceived million-to-one chance of succes quest.
Weapon: A warhammer of considerable size. The head consists of cast tungsten, a metal considerably heavier than iron. This gives it more than enough weight to send whoever is unlucky enough to be on the receiving end of a strike on an extended flying lesson.
Spells:
Iron fist: No, this is not a figure of speech. It is a literal fist of conjured cast iron launched at the noggins of the enemy with predictably messy results.
Lead blockade:It is a block of lead large enough to take cover behind. That's really all there is to it... Wolfram isn't particularly inclined towards flashy overcomplicated magic.
Concussion: Dazes people as if they were hit over the head with an ingot of copper. See above sentence.
Minion MK2.0: Temporarily infuses a minion with magical metals. Considerably increasing their size, strength, endurance and unpleasantness.
Worshipers: Dwarves, humans. |
54,149 | 1,473 | 21 | 276 | 729 | With each of the young Overlords in their armor, Gnarl smiled. "This way, Masters and Mistresses." He began heading back up the stairs with a sigh. "Now, since we don't have the Tower Heart, I can't send you as far as I'd like. However, with the help of Mistress Fay and a few blues, I should be able to get you close enough. In the field, you won't be able to call any minions except browns."
"Old one!" a young, loincloth-clad brown called, running up to him from atop the stairs. "They took the stones."
"What stones?" Gnarl scowled, walking past the young one.
"The spell stones. The Minion Totems. All of them." it replied, rushing to keep up with the elder as to not end up under the feet of one of its masters.
"Those aren't a priority." Gnarl yelled back at him.
Luna was the first to react once they reached the pool where the Tower Heart was supposed to be. The pool looked muddy and disgusting. She kicked the young messenger into the pool with a smirk before stepping in herself, making sure to step on its back.
"Mistress Luna has the right idea." Gnarl nodded. "Mistress Fay, if you would."
Fay rolled her eyes but stood at the opposite end from gnarl, 4 blues taking their spots around the pool. | Name: Luna
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Mother: Fay
Minions: Reds
Compatibility: As well as anyone can work with her. If someone tries to be her teammate, as long as she doesn't hate them, she'll try her best to be a good partner.
Weapon: Sword
Spells: Fireball, Fire Wall, Fire Cage and Enrage (doubles all nearby minion powers for the next minute)
Worshipers: Halflings |
54,150 | 1,473 | 22 | 1,118 | 7,627 | Soulless sighed softly as he followed and soon seeing that they had to get in the water to be transported, honestly it wasn't that soulless mind getting dirty its just that he wanted the first thing on his armor to be the blood of his enemies not muddy water. Reluctantly Soulless walked into the pool after his half sister his mace behind his shoulder as he waited for the others to join them. So much for calling on the only type of minions that Soulless can say was the most useful to him which were the greens. He made sure that his skull on his right shoulder had been set to browns before walking into the pool itself. while were gone try to figure out what happened to the other minion hives gnarl, I cant very well make good poisons without the greens around Soulless said already taking charge of having gnarl search for the minion hives. While the greens were his minion servants he knew that his other brothers and sisters would want to have their own favorites by their side as they fight. | Name: soulless
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Mother: Juno
Preferred Minions: Greens!
Compatibility: fairly well when the need is apparent otherwise id rather just send my minions to kill in secret
Weapon: poison sword
Spells: attack: enhancer blade, increases the damage I can do with my own weapon
shield: Poison shield
mental: mind control, serve me!
minion: poison enhancement, each deadly poison strike causes double damage (greens only)
Worshipers: dwarves |
54,151 | 1,473 | 23 | 351 | 2,365 | As the messenger arrived to inform them of the disappearance of yet more of the artifacts of the tower, Zyphus started to grind his teeth a little as the anger started to boil. But he wasn't going to throw a fit and randomly break things like some spoiled brat or a petty thug; He was an Overlord after all. He was going to remain calm, make some inquiries, find out who exactly was reasonable for the situation they now found themselves in and then he was going to start breaking things, but with precision.
He glanced towards his little brother Soulless before starting "We'll get your friends back soon enough little brother, don't worry. But first..."
Turning his attention towards Gnarl, Zyphus's smile would have made the old minion and Aunt Fay proud if they could actually see it under the shadows of the hood that consumed his face; Thankfully it seemed to carry over into his voice through. It was the kind of tone of voice that belongs to a man in a dark alley that calls you 'Friend'. Such people are not friendly. "Gnarl, while we are gone I want to you gather every minion left in this tower and I want you to sweep the whole thing from top to bottom for any remaining invaders, how they got into our home and if possible how they left after they stole just about everything. I for one do not want to go through all the effort of getting our stuff back only to have it stolen out from under us again."
"And do be thorough Gnarl. Because after witnessing the grossly incompetent mess that has been the security of our tower under your oversight I am not in a forgiving mood. If I learn that there are still trespassers and ways into our home after your search is complete then I'm afraid you're going to have to be demoted... to a talking head on a stick. I'm sure that Quaver would love to have a straight minion to enhance his performances don't you agree?"
With his own set of instructions given, Zyphus took a step into the dirty water that was going to be teleporting them soon. Such was life after all. | name: Wolfram
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Mother: Kelda
Preferred Minions: Brown
Compatibility: Though he is ultimately only in it for himself (like everyone else really), Wolfram does recognize the worth of at least a few allies that have the faintest idea what they're doing. Of course, he'll subtly try to nudge everyone around to suit his own interests. He would risk his life to save someone else as long as there's a reasonable chance of succes. But don't count on him to go on some ill-conceived million-to-one chance of succes quest.
Weapon: A warhammer of considerable size. The head consists of cast tungsten, a metal considerably heavier than iron. This gives it more than enough weight to send whoever is unlucky enough to be on the receiving end of a strike on an extended flying lesson.
Spells:
Iron fist: No, this is not a figure of speech. It is a literal fist of conjured cast iron launched at the noggins of the enemy with predictably messy results.
Lead blockade:It is a block of lead large enough to take cover behind. That's really all there is to it... Wolfram isn't particularly inclined towards flashy overcomplicated magic.
Concussion: Dazes people as if they were hit over the head with an ingot of copper. See above sentence.
Minion MK2.0: Temporarily infuses a minion with magical metals. Considerably increasing their size, strength, endurance and unpleasantness.
Worshipers: Dwarves, humans. |
54,152 | 1,473 | 24 | 901 | 2,059 | Oya looked at the water sighing as she walked into the muddy gunk filled water. All the while being rather annoyed that this muck was getting on her brand new armor. Oh well, at least they were going to go retrieve their stolen property, and destroy the lives of the ones responsible. So at least there was that bit of fun to look forward to. Then heard her brother talking, and looked at him. This wasn't just the minions fault, they were just as to blame as they were. To blame the minions for everything gone wrong was childish. However, the fact remains we should've quite easily seen the thieves coming, and just as easily stopped them. We are stronger than most creatures and beings roaming this land, not to mention we had countless minions at our disposal. To put the blame on Gnarl who's merely an old attendee is childish brother. We are the overlords even if in training, still we should've done our jobs in ensuring the security of our fortress, and not left everything to the minions. Who all save a few are as dumb as a bag of rocks. We got lazy, and thus we became careless. We failed to see them, and failed to realize what had happened till it was too late. It's a humiliating turn of events to say the least not just for us, but for everyone here. However, the true trick is to learn from these failures, and grow from them. To stay adamant that none of us made a mistake that resulted in these turn of events is quite simply put, idiotic. I know my siblings are not idiots. Or am I mistaken in that assumption? Then crossed her arms standing beside her siblings she knew better than to think less of them. After all they shared the same bloodline, and thus deserved a decent amount of respect. After all to underestimate ones opponents is a good way to end up dead. | Name: Oya
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Mother: Juno
Preferred Minions: Browns
Compatibility: Oya has learned spells and styles specific to working with a group. As she knows she has to in order to get the most out of her minions. As such she can work with another if it furthers her agendas. Finding having allies in positions of power fo be most lucrative. However, she will not hesitate to kill them if they betray her.
Weapon: Urumi
Spells:
Vortex: Creates magical whirlwinds that suck up anything but allies, and thrashes them around violently. While also allowing allies to pound on them with their own spells.
Lightning bubble: forms a protective barrier around the overlord. That when attacked sends out a bolt of lightning to damage the enemy to even paralyzing them.
Deadly Rainbow: Creates a rainbow that shimmers with different colors. Enemies with lesser minds are forced to stare at, and cannot look away. If left active long enough it causes hallucinations, and seizures.
Legion of Boom: Enchants the minions with the power of wind, and lightning. Doing different things for different minions.
~Browns: They get an aura of wind, and lightning that makes them even more destructive than before.
~Reds: They occasionally shoot lighting instead of fire, and when fire balls land creates a small vortex of fire.
~Greens: Paralyzes those that they attack, and can move poison clouds by blowing it at the enemies with a gust of wind. That dissipates after scattering to the wind.
~Blues: Helps revive more minions as a chain of lightning connects up to three of the recently deceased. While their movement speed gets a great increase.
Worshipers: Dwarves |
54,153 | 1,473 | 25 | 1,347 | 749 | Wolfram heard his siblings bickering about who to blame. It did not interest him. TO him, there was a different priority, getting it all back. "Just let gnarls searché He simply said as he marched into the pool. Sure, on some level he had heard Oya's long-winded speech about their own responsibility in the matter, but hell if he was going to concede he was to blame partially. "Almost good they stole it... gives us a reason to go and show them we"re as good at this as our father has been." | Name: Avalon
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Mother: Fay
Preferred Minions: Blues
Compatibility: Avalon has the tendency to use others for his own personal gain. While he may seem cooperative, he always has a hidden agenda.
Weapon: Sword
Spells:
Attack: Ice Splinters: Fires hundreds of razor sharp splinters.
Shield: Ice Armour: A layer of magical ice covers over Avalon’s body like a second suit of armour.
Mental: Cold Hearted: Causes his foes to lose all sense of empathy for their comrades and will begin to fight each other.
Minion: Magical Juggernaut: Using the power of the Blues, Avalon will fuse an entire hoard of minions into one giant beast, whose powers change depending on the dominant minion strand.
Worshipers: Dwarves & Humans |
54,154 | 1,473 | 26 | 276 | 729 | With everyone in the pool, Gnarl, Fay and the 4 blues cast the spell that would put the 8 of them near a small town.
Luna looked around as she stepped from the spire, looking at the four colored lights on the ground. As she got closer, the brown light became a hole in the ground. She lifted her left hand, calling forth 5 minions. Leading from the spire were 4 paths.
Ahead of them, the path was easy to follow, leading to a small farm in the distance. Blocking the path was a small piece of a fallen pillar, one easily moved by 5 minions.
To the right of the spire, a small, nearly hidden path shot out. In front of it was a small piece of a wall that, if felled, would act like a bridge.
Behind the spire was a thin path which spread wide for a turn blocked by a trio of nearly complete pillars. Each pillar alone would take 10 minions to move.
To the left, there was a small path that led to a hill filled with sheep.
Luna looked at her siblings, picking out Avalon. She looked at the sheep then back at her brother with a half-shrug, suspecting him to be the best to slaughter anything living, even if it was just to harvest souls. She then looked at the minions she had summoned, pointing at the pillar piece blocking the path. | Name: Luna
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Mother: Fay
Minions: Reds
Compatibility: As well as anyone can work with her. If someone tries to be her teammate, as long as she doesn't hate them, she'll try her best to be a good partner.
Weapon: Sword
Spells: Fireball, Fire Wall, Fire Cage and Enrage (doubles all nearby minion powers for the next minute)
Worshipers: Halflings |
54,155 | 1,473 | 27 | 2,718 | 262 | Pix was hardly in the mood for any sort of adventure to recover their stolen property, but she was perfectly willing to admit it was an important task to be done. The prospect of punishing whoever had done so, and thus was also responsible indirectly for her rude awakening, did manage to put more pep in her step. Standing with her arms lightly crossed, drumming clawed fingers against her armored forearms, she waited to see what her siblings would do. As eager as she was to inflict some pain and reinforce their superiority on the shortsighted races of the world, there was little reason to do all the hard work getting there herself.
Of course, it would be her minions doing the hard work anyways, but that was beside the point. | Name: Pix
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Mother: Fay
Preferred Minions: Blues
Compatibility: Extremely well, because you can never have too many meatshields.
Weapon: Dagger
Spells:
Lightning Spike: Creates a crackling bolt of lightning to tear through foes.
Barrier: Creates a powerful protective bubble around the overlord.
Temptation: Creates evil, seductive thoughts in the target to make them your ally.
Sacrifice: Fills a minion with magical energy until it becomes a walking, living bomb. (Blues Only).
Worshipers: Elves |
54,156 | 1,473 | 28 | 1,347 | 749 | Avalon would smirk under his helmet at his half-sister. She knew him all to well; it wasn't the fact he enjoyed the killing, it was the fact he knew the importance of gathering as much life-force as possible.
His grip tightened around his sword as she sluggishly marched towards the ship, his other hand charging up a ice fury than encompassed his entire fist. The nearest sheep looked up at him in total confusion as to the events that would be bestowed upon it, and with a mighty chop the sword came swinging down upon it, collapsing to the floor.
Before the other sheep had the chance to run, Avalon fist opened into an open hand, shooting thousands of ice splinters that tore through the flesh of the sheep.- Not a single one remain standing.
Avalon raised his gauntlet in which a dragon had been forged into it. The life-force was drawn to the bright purple stone that laid embedded in the silver. He turned back to his siblings with a proud look, as if to tell them that this is how it was to be done.
"Let us press on towards the village." Avalon announced coolly. | Name: Avalon
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Mother: Fay
Preferred Minions: Blues
Compatibility: Avalon has the tendency to use others for his own personal gain. While he may seem cooperative, he always has a hidden agenda.
Weapon: Sword
Spells:
Attack: Ice Splinters: Fires hundreds of razor sharp splinters.
Shield: Ice Armour: A layer of magical ice covers over Avalon’s body like a second suit of armour.
Mental: Cold Hearted: Causes his foes to lose all sense of empathy for their comrades and will begin to fight each other.
Minion: Magical Juggernaut: Using the power of the Blues, Avalon will fuse an entire hoard of minions into one giant beast, whose powers change depending on the dominant minion strand.
Worshipers: Dwarves & Humans |
54,157 | 1,473 | 29 | 901 | 2,059 | Oya rolled her eyes at her brother then looked at Pix. "So your just going to stand there lazily? Let your siblings do all the grunt work? Doesn't that eventually get boring?" Then summoned her browns who had a bird skull for helmets as to tell them apart. Oya grabbed her sword, and with a flick of her wrist the wall was sliced, and the Browns pushed it over creating a bridge. She walked over it sheathing her sword on her back again. Oya's browns followed her happily, and any that ran ahead getting in her way were kicked out of the way, either into the brush or a tree. My siblings are ridiculous, but I love them all the same. I just wish we'd get along easier, if we did we would be unstoppable. Control more power than any of our predecessors before us. Yet they're so focused on one upping eachother or being the overlord in charge. When a partnership would work so much better as we all bring different things to the table. Soon Oya came to a stop hearing someone following behind her. | Name: Oya
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Mother: Juno
Preferred Minions: Browns
Compatibility: Oya has learned spells and styles specific to working with a group. As she knows she has to in order to get the most out of her minions. As such she can work with another if it furthers her agendas. Finding having allies in positions of power fo be most lucrative. However, she will not hesitate to kill them if they betray her.
Weapon: Urumi
Spells:
Vortex: Creates magical whirlwinds that suck up anything but allies, and thrashes them around violently. While also allowing allies to pound on them with their own spells.
Lightning bubble: forms a protective barrier around the overlord. That when attacked sends out a bolt of lightning to damage the enemy to even paralyzing them.
Deadly Rainbow: Creates a rainbow that shimmers with different colors. Enemies with lesser minds are forced to stare at, and cannot look away. If left active long enough it causes hallucinations, and seizures.
Legion of Boom: Enchants the minions with the power of wind, and lightning. Doing different things for different minions.
~Browns: They get an aura of wind, and lightning that makes them even more destructive than before.
~Reds: They occasionally shoot lighting instead of fire, and when fire balls land creates a small vortex of fire.
~Greens: Paralyzes those that they attack, and can move poison clouds by blowing it at the enemies with a gust of wind. That dissipates after scattering to the wind.
~Blues: Helps revive more minions as a chain of lightning connects up to three of the recently deceased. While their movement speed gets a great increase.
Worshipers: Dwarves |
54,158 | 1,473 | 30 | 1,212 | 122 | Draxus scanned the area with a frown. He lifted his left hand, summoning his 5 Browns. Upon seeing the wall, which one of his siblings had already knocked over, he sighed. With that path open, he glanced of his shoulder, "If anyone wishes to follow, you're free to do so." He stomped down the path with his sword drawn, unsure of what lay ahead. | Name: Draxus
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Mother: Fay
Preferred Minions: None
Compatibility: If towards the same goal, well.
Weapon: Sword
Spells: Dark Flare (short burst explosion of black flames) Dark Wall (bubble of darkness) Dark Enchantment (bends target to his will) Dark Heart (increases strength and speed as well as special abilities)
Worshipers: Elves |
54,159 | 1,473 | 31 | 1,118 | 7,627 | Soulless watched as a few of his siblings went about their different paths but for the time being Soulless decided to just follow his big sister Oya. Soulless called up his 5 minions from the gate and his were painted green, although they went crazy with their paint either it being on their face chest or back the paint was the main way to identify that they were his. Soulless took his browns and followed his big sister listening to the last part of her little speech As long as we find the greens and I get to torture a few worshippers once and a while I have no problem working with you sis. Soulless said patting his big sisters shoulder pad to emphasis that point and he stood next to her his browns soon falling in rank with hers.
Honestly Oya was Soulless's blood siblings from the same mother so he knew her the most and as long as Soulless didn't stab her in the back she wouldn't try the same. After all Soulless was the runt of the litter so to speak but his big sister took better care of him then his own mother after all. Soulless put his mace behind his head and motioned for her to take lead since she chose this path first... | Name: soulless
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Mother: Juno
Preferred Minions: Greens!
Compatibility: fairly well when the need is apparent otherwise id rather just send my minions to kill in secret
Weapon: poison sword
Spells: attack: enhancer blade, increases the damage I can do with my own weapon
shield: Poison shield
mental: mind control, serve me!
minion: poison enhancement, each deadly poison strike causes double damage (greens only)
Worshipers: dwarves |
54,160 | 1,473 | 32 | 2,718 | 262 | Pix gave an amused look at Oya, the small smile on her face managing to convey the smugness of her expression.
"Oh, but dear sister, you are all so eager to take charge and do such tasks yourselves." The reply came with a tilt of her helmeted head, as she continued with a tone of fake curiosity. "Surely my dear siblings can handle some rocks and sheep on their own without needing help?"
Turning her attention to the now opened paths, the blue-skinned redhead hummed to herself in thought as she pondered which way she wished to go. With a casual wave of her hand, five Browns sprang from the Minion summoning pit as she passed. Stepping up next to Luna as her sister's minions set to work moving the small pillar, she kept her tiny entourage gathered in front of her.
"I wonder what the farmers have to say for themselves, don't you?" The question was asked without expecting a verbal response, though she did bother to turn her gaze towards Luna in order to see if a physical one would follow. | Name: Pix
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Mother: Fay
Preferred Minions: Blues
Compatibility: Extremely well, because you can never have too many meatshields.
Weapon: Dagger
Spells:
Lightning Spike: Creates a crackling bolt of lightning to tear through foes.
Barrier: Creates a powerful protective bubble around the overlord.
Temptation: Creates evil, seductive thoughts in the target to make them your ally.
Sacrifice: Fills a minion with magical energy until it becomes a walking, living bomb. (Blues Only).
Worshipers: Elves |
54,161 | 1,473 | 33 | 901 | 2,059 | Don't worry little brother we'll find your greens. Plus I'm rather interested in finding and punishing the disobedient little slaves that stole from us. Yet I know most of them would be too stupid to not have a leader. So I am especially excited to flay the flesh off of their bodies, and inflicting other draconian methods of torture. I'd find that a rather therapeutic experience. Then pat her little brother on the head. She practically raised Soulless. While their actual mother was more focused on her wants, and desires than her own children. Oya didn't really like Juno, but appreciated that shed given her life, and her siblings. Even if she were evil she loved her siblings. But, she wasn't stupid if they betrayed her she would change from siblings to enemies. Ones she'd not rest till they were ground into fine powder, and scattered to the winds to never come together again. Come on let's go see what this path has to offer. Who knows maybe we just might find the green hive going this way. Then turned to start walking again. | Name: Oya
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Mother: Juno
Preferred Minions: Browns
Compatibility: Oya has learned spells and styles specific to working with a group. As she knows she has to in order to get the most out of her minions. As such she can work with another if it furthers her agendas. Finding having allies in positions of power fo be most lucrative. However, she will not hesitate to kill them if they betray her.
Weapon: Urumi
Spells:
Vortex: Creates magical whirlwinds that suck up anything but allies, and thrashes them around violently. While also allowing allies to pound on them with their own spells.
Lightning bubble: forms a protective barrier around the overlord. That when attacked sends out a bolt of lightning to damage the enemy to even paralyzing them.
Deadly Rainbow: Creates a rainbow that shimmers with different colors. Enemies with lesser minds are forced to stare at, and cannot look away. If left active long enough it causes hallucinations, and seizures.
Legion of Boom: Enchants the minions with the power of wind, and lightning. Doing different things for different minions.
~Browns: They get an aura of wind, and lightning that makes them even more destructive than before.
~Reds: They occasionally shoot lighting instead of fire, and when fire balls land creates a small vortex of fire.
~Greens: Paralyzes those that they attack, and can move poison clouds by blowing it at the enemies with a gust of wind. That dissipates after scattering to the wind.
~Blues: Helps revive more minions as a chain of lightning connects up to three of the recently deceased. While their movement speed gets a great increase.
Worshipers: Dwarves |
54,162 | 1,473 | 34 | 276 | 729 | Luna looked at Pix with a raised eyebrow. She rolled her eyes with a quick shrug, watching her minions move the pillar piece. She eyed her sister's weapon with a smile, stepping forward once the pillar piece was out of the way and her browns back at her side.
Despite the fact they had the same father, Luna had always thought both Pix and Oya to be rather attractive. She tried not to show it, though she knew she left clues for anyone who was observant enough to see them.
Down the path ahead of them was a small, burning farm house, obviously built for humans. However, halflings ran from the building, the last one burning and falling in front of them. Seeing the large beings in armor, the remaining three ran behind the building, continuing down the path.
Luna ran after him, her minions fast behind her. She cast a quick fireball at one, knocking them over for her minions to massacre. The other 2 ran faster.
Down the path behind the wall was a small hill. From atop the hill, Oya, Soulless and Draxus could see a spellstone on an island in the river, a minion totem surrounded by small trees, ones that would be easily burned by reds, and a set of health and mana fountains, neither of which Draxus would need at the moment. Farther down the path, half-hidden in a wheat field, was a mana stone that would increase the magic of all 8 siblings. | Name: Luna
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Mother: Fay
Minions: Reds
Compatibility: As well as anyone can work with her. If someone tries to be her teammate, as long as she doesn't hate them, she'll try her best to be a good partner.
Weapon: Sword
Spells: Fireball, Fire Wall, Fire Cage and Enrage (doubles all nearby minion powers for the next minute)
Worshipers: Halflings |
54,163 | 1,473 | 35 | 1,118 | 7,627 | personally I prefer to make them swallow one of elixirs and watching then gag and choke before their body turns inside out. It's music to my ears soulless said with a grin as he followed his big sister his browns sticking in rank with hers until he noticed something glimmering in the wheat field and found a spell stone ahead. looks like we found out first treasure soulless said as he pointed and his minions went over to pick up the spell stone | Name: soulless
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Mother: Juno
Preferred Minions: Greens!
Compatibility: fairly well when the need is apparent otherwise id rather just send my minions to kill in secret
Weapon: poison sword
Spells: attack: enhancer blade, increases the damage I can do with my own weapon
shield: Poison shield
mental: mind control, serve me!
minion: poison enhancement, each deadly poison strike causes double damage (greens only)
Worshipers: dwarves |
54,164 | 1,473 | 36 | 1,347 | 749 | "Fear not dearest sister. I'm sure that there is more than meets the eye here. The attack was too well organised to be a random act of insubordination. There must be some puppet master pulling the strings." Avalon explained, his voice calm and calculated; almost with a hint on admiration.
After he finished, he moved towards the minion tunnel. Calling forth five brown minions, their vains coursing with magical energy. | Name: Avalon
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Mother: Fay
Preferred Minions: Blues
Compatibility: Avalon has the tendency to use others for his own personal gain. While he may seem cooperative, he always has a hidden agenda.
Weapon: Sword
Spells:
Attack: Ice Splinters: Fires hundreds of razor sharp splinters.
Shield: Ice Armour: A layer of magical ice covers over Avalon’s body like a second suit of armour.
Mental: Cold Hearted: Causes his foes to lose all sense of empathy for their comrades and will begin to fight each other.
Minion: Magical Juggernaut: Using the power of the Blues, Avalon will fuse an entire hoard of minions into one giant beast, whose powers change depending on the dominant minion strand.
Worshipers: Dwarves & Humans |
54,165 | 1,473 | 37 | 901 | 2,059 | After I've had my fun you can finish them off with your poisons promise. Oya saw they couldn't get to the totem on the island or the one behind the trees. At least not till they found the reds and blues. Yet saw the path kept going so followed it to the end. To be rewarded by a mana totem that was half hidden in the wheat. She could see it by the faintly glowing blue column of light. She sent her browns with Soulless' own to help carry it faster.
Alright well that's this path. Let's head to the portal, and pick a new path. She followed the minions back to the portal, and looked around than saw the narrow path behind the spire, and went that way. Seeing as with Soulless they could move the trio of pillars. Let's check out this path and bring back any treasures we can get. | Name: Oya
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Mother: Juno
Preferred Minions: Browns
Compatibility: Oya has learned spells and styles specific to working with a group. As she knows she has to in order to get the most out of her minions. As such she can work with another if it furthers her agendas. Finding having allies in positions of power fo be most lucrative. However, she will not hesitate to kill them if they betray her.
Weapon: Urumi
Spells:
Vortex: Creates magical whirlwinds that suck up anything but allies, and thrashes them around violently. While also allowing allies to pound on them with their own spells.
Lightning bubble: forms a protective barrier around the overlord. That when attacked sends out a bolt of lightning to damage the enemy to even paralyzing them.
Deadly Rainbow: Creates a rainbow that shimmers with different colors. Enemies with lesser minds are forced to stare at, and cannot look away. If left active long enough it causes hallucinations, and seizures.
Legion of Boom: Enchants the minions with the power of wind, and lightning. Doing different things for different minions.
~Browns: They get an aura of wind, and lightning that makes them even more destructive than before.
~Reds: They occasionally shoot lighting instead of fire, and when fire balls land creates a small vortex of fire.
~Greens: Paralyzes those that they attack, and can move poison clouds by blowing it at the enemies with a gust of wind. That dissipates after scattering to the wind.
~Blues: Helps revive more minions as a chain of lightning connects up to three of the recently deceased. While their movement speed gets a great increase.
Worshipers: Dwarves |
54,166 | 1,473 | 38 | 1,118 | 7,627 | Soulless grinned as the minions went to the portal and put down the spell totem, soulless felt his magical prowess increase already. right behind you sis soulless said but this time he took point with guys browns and went down the path with the pillars. Seeing as how he was with his sister and her 5 browns soulless knew they could have them move the pillars together as he sent in his 5 waiting for his sister to do the same so the minions could clear the path... | Name: soulless
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Mother: Juno
Preferred Minions: Greens!
Compatibility: fairly well when the need is apparent otherwise id rather just send my minions to kill in secret
Weapon: poison sword
Spells: attack: enhancer blade, increases the damage I can do with my own weapon
shield: Poison shield
mental: mind control, serve me!
minion: poison enhancement, each deadly poison strike causes double damage (greens only)
Worshipers: dwarves |
54,167 | 1,473 | 39 | 901 | 2,059 | Oya sent all her minions to join Soulless', and watched the little b lighters move the pillars one after the other. Then walked behind her brother down the path they'd unlocked.
So how has your apothecary been coming along? Only focusing on poisons still? I'm curious because I want to help ensure you've got any tools you want to cover any potions or concoctions. You know as to heal some of your siblings that aren't as lucky to be immune to poisons as you. | Name: Oya
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Mother: Juno
Preferred Minions: Browns
Compatibility: Oya has learned spells and styles specific to working with a group. As she knows she has to in order to get the most out of her minions. As such she can work with another if it furthers her agendas. Finding having allies in positions of power fo be most lucrative. However, she will not hesitate to kill them if they betray her.
Weapon: Urumi
Spells:
Vortex: Creates magical whirlwinds that suck up anything but allies, and thrashes them around violently. While also allowing allies to pound on them with their own spells.
Lightning bubble: forms a protective barrier around the overlord. That when attacked sends out a bolt of lightning to damage the enemy to even paralyzing them.
Deadly Rainbow: Creates a rainbow that shimmers with different colors. Enemies with lesser minds are forced to stare at, and cannot look away. If left active long enough it causes hallucinations, and seizures.
Legion of Boom: Enchants the minions with the power of wind, and lightning. Doing different things for different minions.
~Browns: They get an aura of wind, and lightning that makes them even more destructive than before.
~Reds: They occasionally shoot lighting instead of fire, and when fire balls land creates a small vortex of fire.
~Greens: Paralyzes those that they attack, and can move poison clouds by blowing it at the enemies with a gust of wind. That dissipates after scattering to the wind.
~Blues: Helps revive more minions as a chain of lightning connects up to three of the recently deceased. While their movement speed gets a great increase.
Worshipers: Dwarves |
54,168 | 1,473 | 40 | 1,118 | 7,627 | Wolfram had become distracted by the feeling of displacement inherent to teleporting... He had always felt sick after such magical transportation. He didn't know why. by the time he got his bearings, his siblings had already walked off elsewhere. He surveyed the area as he called forth his own allotment of browns. Deciding upon the path of least resistance, he followed the plumes of smoke that indicated burning buildings... and hopefully some fighting. | Name: soulless
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Mother: Juno
Preferred Minions: Greens!
Compatibility: fairly well when the need is apparent otherwise id rather just send my minions to kill in secret
Weapon: poison sword
Spells: attack: enhancer blade, increases the damage I can do with my own weapon
shield: Poison shield
mental: mind control, serve me!
minion: poison enhancement, each deadly poison strike causes double damage (greens only)
Worshipers: dwarves |
54,169 | 1,473 | 41 | 1,212 | 122 | Draxus eyed each of the items they passed with a frown. One was blocked by water, the other by wood. With Oya and Soulless grabbing the spell stone, Draxus continued on. He had figured where there was wheat growing, there had to be a farm nearby. From over the trees, he could see smoke. He continued down the path past the wheat field, using his Dark Flare spell to set the wheat field aflame. | Name: Draxus
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Mother: Fay
Preferred Minions: None
Compatibility: If towards the same goal, well.
Weapon: Sword
Spells: Dark Flare (short burst explosion of black flames) Dark Wall (bubble of darkness) Dark Enchantment (bends target to his will) Dark Heart (increases strength and speed as well as special abilities)
Worshipers: Elves |
54,170 | 1,473 | 42 | 901 | 2,059 | Okay than I'll make it a priority of mine to spend what gold I get to upgrade you apothecary. So you can make us all sorts of potions, and poisons.
Oya seeing the path with the three pillars was impossible to pass. She turned to her brother, and motioned for him to follow. She went back down the path they'd come from moving a bit faster than a walk, but wasn't quite a run. As she wanted to meet back up with Draxus. Seeing the wheat field on fire she sighed in annoyance.
I'm gonna kill Draxus for blocking my path. The little prick should've known not to set the damn field on fire.
After a while the field was out, and she ran through the burnt field. When she got to Draxus she set an hand on his head. But, didn't do anything to him so walked past him. After waiting for the field to go out she figured he just wasn't thinking in the slightest. So didn't mean to block her on purpose. | Name: Oya
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Mother: Juno
Preferred Minions: Browns
Compatibility: Oya has learned spells and styles specific to working with a group. As she knows she has to in order to get the most out of her minions. As such she can work with another if it furthers her agendas. Finding having allies in positions of power fo be most lucrative. However, she will not hesitate to kill them if they betray her.
Weapon: Urumi
Spells:
Vortex: Creates magical whirlwinds that suck up anything but allies, and thrashes them around violently. While also allowing allies to pound on them with their own spells.
Lightning bubble: forms a protective barrier around the overlord. That when attacked sends out a bolt of lightning to damage the enemy to even paralyzing them.
Deadly Rainbow: Creates a rainbow that shimmers with different colors. Enemies with lesser minds are forced to stare at, and cannot look away. If left active long enough it causes hallucinations, and seizures.
Legion of Boom: Enchants the minions with the power of wind, and lightning. Doing different things for different minions.
~Browns: They get an aura of wind, and lightning that makes them even more destructive than before.
~Reds: They occasionally shoot lighting instead of fire, and when fire balls land creates a small vortex of fire.
~Greens: Paralyzes those that they attack, and can move poison clouds by blowing it at the enemies with a gust of wind. That dissipates after scattering to the wind.
~Blues: Helps revive more minions as a chain of lightning connects up to three of the recently deceased. While their movement speed gets a great increase.
Worshipers: Dwarves |
54,171 | 1,473 | 43 | 1,118 | 7,627 | Soulless smiled at the prospect of making new potions and poisons its appreciated sister Soulless said as he followed her and sighed when the wheat field was on fire, no doubt Draxus was the cause. So soulless was a little surprised when she didn't punch him for blocking the path. Right now Soulless was following her and just wanted to kill something soon, his mace was getting hungry for blood... | Name: soulless
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Mother: Juno
Preferred Minions: Greens!
Compatibility: fairly well when the need is apparent otherwise id rather just send my minions to kill in secret
Weapon: poison sword
Spells: attack: enhancer blade, increases the damage I can do with my own weapon
shield: Poison shield
mental: mind control, serve me!
minion: poison enhancement, each deadly poison strike causes double damage (greens only)
Worshipers: dwarves |
54,172 | 1,473 | 44 | 276 | 729 | Beyond the wheat field, the three of them would find 3 splitting paths. To the right, the entrance to a dark forest was overrun by vines just out of sight of where they stood. The reds would be needed here. To their left, they could see halflings running with fireballs flying past them. It was obvious Luna needed to work on her aim. In front of them, the path went for a while but would eventually lead to a halfling dwelling.
As they continued chasing the halflings, they came to a lifted drawbridge. "Oy! Lookie 'ere! We got some people chasing off the 'alflings!" The voice came from atop the wall. Beside the man, another man slid into view. "Yeah, kill them all!" "Kill them all and we'll le' you in our village." the first man said, smiling. "The 'alflings are 'aving a li'le par'y down the way." He said, pointing out towards the trees. "Bu' they also go' some of our men and women 'eld cap'ive a ways o'er there." He continued, pointing farther down the path. | Name: Luna
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Mother: Fay
Minions: Reds
Compatibility: As well as anyone can work with her. If someone tries to be her teammate, as long as she doesn't hate them, she'll try her best to be a good partner.
Weapon: Sword
Spells: Fireball, Fire Wall, Fire Cage and Enrage (doubles all nearby minion powers for the next minute)
Worshipers: Halflings |
54,173 | 1,473 | 45 | 1,212 | 122 | Wolfram listened to the peasants rambling anf thought for a moment. He wasn't interested in the slightest at being perceived as a hero, even by accident. He decided to simply go off and crush the halflings in the woods. "I'll go crash the party." He grumbled as he lumbered off between the trees.
It wasn't long before he came upon the despicable little runts. Gorging themselves on food and ale, didn't they know their place? Wolfram directed his minions to form a rank before him, as powerful as he was, he was also simply too important to just fight on the front line like a lowly footsoldier. | Name: Draxus
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Mother: Fay
Preferred Minions: None
Compatibility: If towards the same goal, well.
Weapon: Sword
Spells: Dark Flare (short burst explosion of black flames) Dark Wall (bubble of darkness) Dark Enchantment (bends target to his will) Dark Heart (increases strength and speed as well as special abilities)
Worshipers: Elves |
54,174 | 1,474 | 0 | 661 | 1,875 | Cyberpunk often expresses a sense of rebellion, suggesting it as a type of cultural revolution in science fiction.
Welcome to Europa, the neon city of the future, host to our neo-noir adventure; blurring the lines between good and evil, right and wrong. Ideas that are what you make it in a world where ideas are dangerous with revenge, paranoia and alienation recurring, dominant images.
The end of Industrialization and shift in product demographic have lead to a clear divide between rich and poor, like never before seen in history, visible in almost all aspects of modern living, unavoidable. Advances in the fields of medical science and technology over the last two centuries have increased lifespans and seen a reduction in mortality rates. World population has more than doubled and rising, little land mass is left unpaved, adding to the vast mega-metropolis' that make up the core of 'countries' governed by private mega-corporations having left behind traditional politics a shift that gradually made itself prominent with the world going in a more service-based direction.
Almost but entirely wiping out sense of national identity outside of a few small pockets. The breakdown and reformation of social order as known in the 21st century juxtaposed with the advanced technological and scientific achievements that have propelled mankind into a new high tech age. The neo-futurism movements of old from literature, film and art inspired much of the world we see today's high value on art and architecture, a departure from post-modernism adhering to the idealistic belief of a better future through a need to periodize modern rapport with technological advancement taking precedent.
VIGILANCE keeps us all SAFE. | Name: Xillian "Xil Gil" Giles
Age: Thirty-two
Sex: Yes please
Gender: Male
Notoriety 0
Appearance: Xil Gil by all means appears to be a douchebag's rendition of a quintessential, stiff-gaited British salary man. He stands six feet tall, 180 pounds (He looks like he should weigh less, but you know, he's full of metal shit), with coke bottle glasses, tidy hair, and tea-stained teeth. He is never seen without a pair of black gloves on.
Personality: Xil Gil comes across as a character you'd see in Monty Python. Everything about him screams "awful British humor". He's well-mannered but prone to accidental offences, a true upper-class twit. He enjoys the little things in life, and decidedly avoids discussions of a complex nature. Xil Gil is shallow and superficial, his quirky tidbits doing nothing to alleviate the unbridled cruelty with which he visits upon those his employers deem "troublesome". If anything, one could call Xil Gil a Bondian henchman and be right on the money.
Funny – Ruthless – Polite – Moronic
Bio: Xillian Giles had a fine upbringing in (formerly) Great Britain, though he had poor showings in school. Despite his poor aptitude he proved himself to be a hard worker and managed to claw his way into the Ministry of Defence, secret service. Hmm? His childhood? Not everyone has interesting childhoods, least of all little English turd tukeys. Trust me, it's boring. After a few years he migrated to Europa and found work in Eurocorp. They appreciated his talents, and did their best to put him to good use. He was fitted with cybernetic enhancements and told to discreetly kill those that undermine the company. An assassin? No. A mercenary? Not that. You've gotta call it what it is, the lable on the can. They helped Xil Gil to become a murderer.
People began disappearing at a greater rate than before. Opponents of Eurocorp, some quite famous, vanishing into thin air. Every force has its Red Baron. The one that people learn to fear. Is Xil Gil feared? Let's just say that he can get an empty table at any restaurant, at any time.
District: None specific. He is always on the move, workin' overtime.
Weapon(s): Xil Gil uses his hands. His mitts are completely robotic, and their strength is such that he can crush the skull of a cyber soldier in his grip as if their head were an egg. He can squeeze the juice out of an engine block. He can rub a quarter between two fingers and reduce it to warm shavings. This man gives steel girders Indian sunburns. You get the idea. The raw power of his pinching phalanges can make an industrial hydraulic press wet in the panties. The high tension single-atom filament muscle fibers and fiber optic nerve cables situated throughout his entire body serve only to make his paws as ridiculously strong as possible. Most of his frame is, metaphorically speaking, a pulley-system that powers his hands and wrists.
This being the case, it should be obvious why he likes to shake hands in dark alleys.
Armour: Since most of the sinew and bone in his body is interwoven with composite metals to power his crushing grip, Xil Gil is quite the tank. His body serves as its own protection, and he can endure as much dakka as can one touting a full set of heavy battle armor (and since it's his own body, his weight remains relatively low). His innards are studded with electrostatic transformers that create a field which reduces the effect ion blasts have on his circuitry. All in all, he's almost as tough to put down as the Terminator.
Cybernetics: His feet are purely cybernetic like his hands, but for another purpose. The circumference of his soles are flanked by retractable claws which can dig into concrete or seal against metal via magnetism. The primary purpose of this is to allow him to walk up walls to get at hard-to-reach victims and maintain sure footing in combat.
His brain also has a few chips in it that allow him to process information at a faster rate than what a normal human is capable of, juicing up his reflexes real good-like.
Account Balance: 2500 creds
Other: Despite Xil Gil's toughness and hand-to-hand killing power, he likes to avoid direct confrontations. He lacks the ability to deal with long-ranged attacks, and contrary to the public's perception of what a cyborg is capable of, he's actually no faster than a normal man. Yup, that's right. Xil Gil has no speed enhancements or guns. If you can outrun your average fit Brit, then you can outrun and most likely outmaneuver Xil Gil. Needless to say more physically balanced cyborgs can run absolute rings around him, and a good marksman can Kobe his ass from a hundred yards easy. He's also not exactly the brightest bulb in the basement, and can be outsmarted if somebody has the presence of mind to try and bluff him. The only conceivable way Xil Gil can nail a competent opponent is if he catches them unawares and grabs them before they can bolt. If he does manage to grab said opponent though, what usually follows is ghastly enough to make John Carpenter ralph in a baggie. |
54,175 | 1,474 | 1 | 2,801 | 61 | A day earlier
Alyxi had to hear a client complaining about this con artist in District21 nicknamed 'The District that Never Sleeps'. Alyxi has been to this district before once or twice with her deceased husband when he was alive. All the lights, casino's, drugs - alcohol, partying and crime. She never found it to fun, of a place especially when her husband was with her. 'Only a glass' he would say. For what? She didn't know. Though it annoyed her when he controlled what she was doing especially in front of a crowd and his friends. He always used his friends against her. 'Don't embarrass me in front of the guys', 'Are you going insane up there?' or 'You are just a party crasher when I bring you along.' all comments she would hear many times when he took her places. She was glad she got rid of him. Never having to worry about those words again having fun her own way. No one to control her. Though the one to be equal with her was taken away.
Taking the train there she was crowded around people. Alyxi was glad she was wearing her suit under the normal clothes she was wearing. The only thing not on her was her helmet. For she didn't want to pop out like a sore thumb when it came to things like this. It was in the backpack she was carrying. With her knife, M55, sniper, and gloves. As the train stopped she got off with a gathering of people which they all had to line up for the worker to check their passports.
It was close to her turn as she got her passport ready. She was handing it to the worker before she knew it. The worker didn't eve have to say passport she checked everything out then handed it back saying "You can go." Almost a complete emotionless robotic tone of voice left the female's lips. Opening the gate for her. Alyxi went through quickly and the lady closed it as fast as she opened it.
Shaking her head Alyxi traveled around the District21 train station for a little bit. Before she decided to go out of the building to go get a cab. Alyxi looked around as it was almost eleven-thirty o'clock at night it was still like it was midday with all the lights. Just how she remembered it. Noises coming from every direction physically possible. Once a cab noticed her waiting they pulled over and she took the backpack off and set it on the seat beside her as she sat down. Shutting the backdoor she got comfortable. "Where do you want to go? A male driver's voice echoed into the back. Alyxi thought for a moment before she remembered the place. "Lights Inn." it wasn't an expensive place to sleep and it allowed you to room with only yourself so it was a nice place to stay even though it had a unique name that was for sure.
Eleven hours later
Waking up in the hotel room she looked around and sighed propping the pillow up over her head. Last time she was here this place wasn't so loud. The people in the other room sounded like they were doing a gun show with a rodeo. She wasn't happy one bit being woken up to so much noise. After a minute or two of trying to block it out, she couldn't. Jumping up out of bed. Alyxi now yawned and sighed. Looking around she went and grabbed her suit putting it on then putting normal clothes over it. As she shoved her knife in the back left-side of her right boot. She yawned once more before looking around. Grabbing the backpack with only the M55, sniper and helmet in it. Also gloves. She zipped it up put the lock on the zippers and quickly exited the room. Leaving the room she went to find a location with food in this place.
Finding the restaurant in the hotel she was staying at. Alyxi sat down at a two person table which she was the only one eating so she took up the space she needed. A few minutes passed and she was almost done reading the menu as a waiter approached her with a smile. "What may I get you this morning?" Alyxi looked at him and smiled slightly. "I'll get a glass of cranberry juice with toast and eggs." She said as she looked at the waiter. He instantly left after writing down her order, repeating it to her and confirming it was right. Alyxi just read a newspaper now.
Sorry, if this is a bad roleplay post...I didn't really know what to do. | Name:Yuri Müller
Age: 26
Sex: Male
Gender: Male | He/Him
Notoriety +3
Appearance: 5'11", athletic build. He has brown hair usually tapered, depending on light his eyes can appear anywhere from an icy blue to a dull grey and a medium complexion. Rarely grows stubble out past a week or two. Minor scars to hands, fingers and knuckles gathered since childhood. Identifying features include two tattoos; left forearm wrap, neck
Personality: Yuri's apathetic side can lead him to seem indifferent on first glance. More often than not he shows a absence of interest or concern about emotional, spiritual, social or even physical life. He tends to repress feelings often not felt as strongly as other individuals, a defense mechanism brandished by the 'toughen up' attitude accompanying emotional hardship. Professionals in the past have referred to Yuri as 'troubled'. Compulsory psychological evaluations from time spent incarcerated put him on the spectrum of personality disorders - labeling him a 'secret schizoid.'
His personality is hidden behind an outward engaging appearance, following Klein's classification of 'secret schizoids', who present themselves as socially available, interested, engaged and involved in interacting yet remain emotionally withdrawn and sequestered within the safety of the internal world.
Yuri is a thorough individual in any endeavor he undertakes, a calculated individual who is precise and extremely attentive to accuracy and detail while doing business. Often working on his own intuition Yuri is known to be instinctive although this lends itself to a greater scheme of things to a plan.
Not the type to be afraid of getting his hands dirty Yuri is an adaptable individual his ability to do so has been nurtured from his path where life hasn't always been so peachy.
Adaptable – Cold – Thorough - 'Unstable'
Bio:
Early Life
Born and raised in District 11 of Europa, a place heavily influenced by Eastern Korporat18 from societal view to crime and punishment. A relatively poor District, one of the last industrial areas that suffered greatly from closure of all but one or two Factorums. Presently the business and inner section of District 11 is advancing and caught up to much of Europa but the area is still scarred by shanty towns built off of the high rise residential blocs that cover much of the districts outer and suburban boundaries.
Yuri's memories of his father, a career criminal, are distant and faded. Yuri was six years old when his dad was shot down in a firefight with the district's police. All he knows is that a warrant over black market related violations escalated into a chase and climaxed with a stand-off at abandoned Factorum A. His mother continued to raise Yuri for the next eight years but her declining mental state and inability to provide lead Yuri to stand up and take their quality of life into his own hands, returning one day to find his mother, Kaatje swinging from the light fixture over the disturbed coffee table. During her last few months she had seen Yuri turning into his father, this shifted her mental state over the edge and triggered her suicide.
An underhanded arrangement lead to Yuri being able to continue to rent the apartment from it's landlord. He had the credits, no questions asked right? Aged sixteen his dabbling in criminal endeavors evolved when he ran in with a local gang whose main area of expertise lied in smuggling and distribution, specifically home brewed CHEMS, black market firearms, gambling and sex. Over the course of the next three years Yuri had his run-ins with the law but his smarts had always either gotten him away safely or found with nothing.
Aged twenty-two the opportunity of a lifetime arose for Yuri, a get rich quick scheme that would effectively get those involved a get out clause to a new life. One job was all it would take, hijack Eurocorp identity technology, the ability to to produce and theoretically with some tweaking change ones credentials to whatever desired. The possibilities were endless if this payed off, there was an opening on the market for something new and needed, simple supply and demand. Yuri imagined making his lot and getting the hell out of District 11, leave behind the memories and to his mind - the demons that had been haunting him since day one.
Incarceration
Yuri was unsure of where it all went wrong, but he knew the risks. Maybe it was the luck of the cards a lot of the heist was faded and blurred. It had gotten crazy quick, unlike anything he'd experienced in his life. Out of the five operators involved in the execution of the job only the two had survived. Dimitri and Lacey were both gunned down in the initial fire fight, Jodie had been with them all up until the final stand-off. There was a twang of irony with the outlook of the situation as three armed citizens took on the force of District 11's police. As they were apprehended, Yuri remembered surrendering along with Christov before being taken down and arrested, a brutal beating was sustained which required medical attention. Psychological evaluation got Yuri moved to a ward where most mentally unstable and criminally insane were housed, separated from the general prison populace and medicated, some more heavily than others.
Yuri's personality directly conflicted with many others incarcerated, the death of Dimitri inside the general populace had made way to Yuri's ears, he'd been ganged up on by a gang on the inside over differences in ideology. He decided then that he was going to make an escape or stay here sectioned, imprisoned and detained for the rest of his days. He was not going to become the victim of experiments disguised as medical tests being carried out on selective mental patients. Unable to rest for more than an hour or two at a time Yuri spent night and day racking his brain but couldn't come up with a solid plan.
The answer seemingly came as a stroke of luck, a series of events that lead to a beneficial coincidence. During a group therapy session Yuri lost his cool, "Is this some kind of sick joke?" He asked, riling up the other patients, he stood up to confront the orderlies before being accidentally shoved through a glass pane dividing the room from the corridor. He awoke later in his bed, his mind began to clear from sedative medication which through the hectic incident had not been administered. Tied up and without side effects he shook loose an undetected shard of glass that had been dug into him from behind his vest. His heart was pounding inside his chest and with a struggle he managed to cut himself free of his restraints and fell down beside his bed where had to gather his thoughts. It was time to allow intuition to kick in. He stood up and pulled down the ceilings metal mesh climbing his way through spider webs in the dark vents, slowly trying to keep as quiet as a mouse. Exiting his way down a flight of steps he came across the staff locker room and ditched his hospital gown for one of the orderly's clothes but held onto the hospital gown in order to ditch it where the dogs wouldn't be able to find the scene. Caught red-handed he wasn't ready to give up and proceeded to fight his way to the outside, feeling the cold wind on his face before finally being tasered and apprehended.
'Freedom'
Yuri spent the next six months kept in solitary confinement, never seeing another soul the whole time other than a monthly psych evaluaton, never allowed out, kept alive by sustenance but was this really life? When approached by Korporat18 officials he was made an offer. He could choose to spend the rest of his days here, best case scenario returning to a normal room, same routine in and out or he could work for Korporat as an unaffiliated agent, taking on dirty and questionable jobs as well as anything that might have been in the hidden interests of the corporation. He agreed.
District: DST-11-EAST
Weapon(s):
K-93, East-Pattern Assault Rifle
-8x Scope.
Combat Knife
-Fixed blade
LPModel 786
-12 round mag, semi-auto, single fire
Armour:
Loadout
Cybernetics: None.
Account Balance: 2500creds
Other:N/A |
54,176 | 1,474 | 2 | 200 | 1,543 | - 2 days earlier - - District 13 -
It started as a perfect night. A job , a roof , a sniper rifle and a target. Everything was well. The target, a known mob leader that wronged someone with enough money to order him killed, was about to arrive with 4 guards to meet their police lialison. Crooked cops. Just what I like were Alexis's words when she took the contract. She lived enough on the street to know how bad crooked cops are for people that lived on the streets were. Always turning a blind eye if one that lived on the streets would be killed.
The target arrived as planned and she took her sniper rifle out and was about to take the shot when suddenly, two guards from the building she was on the roof of, "appeared" on the roof.
As soon as they saw her they took out their pistols and took a few shots at Alexis. Luckly these guards didn't have a great aim and Alexis rolled to the left and in a practised manner she took out her pistol putting two bullets in their heads.
Quickly she went to her sniper rifle only to see that her target and its guards entering an armored car and left in it, probably scared by the sound of the pistols the guards had.
Alexis cursed under her breath and packed her sniper rifle quickly before the real police arrived and make her already ruined night worse.
- a few hours later -
Alexis was moving through the packed streets of District 13. On her way towards her handler to strangle him for giving her bad information.
She approached a beggar and he looked up her and said with a horse voice.
" A credit for a soul of a wicked flower "
Alexis nodded and said the counter-phrase in a metallic voice created by her helmet.
" Here is one in the hopes that the sun will shine again upon the wicked flower ".
The beggar nodded and gave her a message that was written on real paper.
Alexis took the paper and it read :
Mission aborded. Someone leaked information about you. The contractor said he is sorry and he got a new contract if you wish to accept it. District 21. The Engineer. You'll be given an ID to pass through the guards at the entrance. Need to go there fast. It's an open contract.
Alexis cursed again for the incompetence behind the mission. She should've got this message a few hours ago. As usual something had to go wrong on a well paying job. 2000 credits gone in an instant because of an idiot and now another job ?
An open one this time...
- District 21 -
The District that never sleeps. The kind of district that her old self would've loved and the kind of district that's perfect to hide in for her target.
She passed through the security checkup with ease due to her new ID. Costly but good. Her contractor really needs her target dead, very much.
Hopefully the information was scarse so the chanses for bad info was small. Too small to be a problem. Hopefully . | Name: Alexis Hunter
Age: 23
Sex: Female
Gender: Female
Notoriety -3
Appearance: Alexis is 1.89 meters high and has a slim build. She is a red-headed woman that never shows her face. Always wearing something that obscures her face.
Personality:
Trustworthy – Money Seeker – Calm – No-Joke attitude
Bio: Alexis was born on the streets and was taught since she was a kid how to steal to survive. She was took in by one of the local gangs and stayed with them until her "accident" happened. A rival gang wanted to teach the gang Alexis was in, a lesson and so, they ambushed Alexis on the street and removed one of her eyes and her right arm. Alexis got up from the place she lost her arm and eye and moved towards her gang's territory on her own. She was quickly taken in by the gang leader who spent a lot of credits on her. Alexis was gifted a robotic arm and a cybernetic eye to compensate for her looses.
After a year of recuperation, Alexis tracked down the gang and slaughtered every single one of them with a sword. Soon after she became an assassin and started working for credits.
District: DST-13-EAST
Weapon(s):
Armour:
Cybernetics: Cybernetic Right Arm : A cheaper model that doesn't look human if looked at it from close range ( reason why Alexis never removes her armor in public ). Stronger than a normal human arm, Alexis uses it to steady her sniper rifle or fight with her sword.
Cybernetic Right Eye - Can accurately zoom in the distance, see the environmental conditions (wind, temperature) speed of moving objects and some other basic things. Early model but is precise.
Account Balance: 2500creds
Other: Has a scar near her left eye from when she was a child. She never met her real parents. |
54,177 | 1,474 | 3 | 661 | 1,875 | Terminal accessed...
Connection opened. Awaiting response...
Mission(s) found. Retrieving...
Decrypting...
Connection closed.
Location: DCT-21-WEST
Mission: Retrieval
Target: YH-98 “Crowd surfer”
Type: Chemical
Current owner: “the engineer”
Details: A former employee from Agratha Pharmaceuticals left the company an undisclosed time ago. Due to classification issues, we cannot give you his full name. He is known within district-21’s Enders zone as “The engineer”. This person is in possession of a chemical named YH-98. It has the street name: Crowd surfer. Retrieval of a large sample of this chemical is desired by Agratha Pharmaceuticals. Payout will be calculated upon retrieval and delivery. Be advised: potential bonus if POI “The Engineer” is neutralized. Tier 3 means authorized.
Happy hunting.
Location: District-21
Time: 15-12-2302
Adrian wandered the Enders. In his younger years, he used to walk through the central parts. Where you only stopped partying to sleep. Hell, even then most would stop dancing in drug induced dream. If you wanted drugs, district-21 was the best place in the West. Lax regulations, uncaring cops and a shady underworld fitting like a ring around the centre made sure that anything that can get cooked up will be at your disposal. The old man couldn't say he was particularly surprised when he noticed nothing changed. The drug lords profited on parties and district 21 has been partying for decades now. Of course, paired with the drug came the violence. Which the drug lords carefully kept within the borders of the Enders. Killing in Central would be bad for business. Still, as Adrian walked through the slums, he couldn't help but see a few burned out windows. Fire was a good way to clear out labs. Those places were filled with chemicals. Professional labs keep the most dangerous substances behind fireproof, locked, reinforced doors. In district 21? Hell, if they were placed in a closet the lab would be considered upscale. So the oldest trick in the book was applied. Kick down the door and throw a burning bottle inside. The molotov cocktail hadn't been changed for over 4 centuries now. Mostly because it's effective, cheap and quick.
Adrian knew all this because he carried out a few raids himself in the zone. Which meant he made some allies, but also a whole lot of enemies. Not that he cared much. He was a man that just took what he wanted and cleared out. If anyone had a problem with it, he moved swiftly to solve it. Adrian entered a bar that looked at weathered as he was and took his place at the counter. "A whiskey." was all he asked. The patron couldn't care less. Adrian wasn't a regular, so wasn't worth his time. He just poured the glass and shoved it towards Adrian. Who dutifully paid his 10 credits. The stuff was vile, raw and burned his throat. Too much alcohol, too little of something else. That, and it could use some ice. But this was the stuff from the Enders. Where men didn't drink to celebrate. They drank to forget. To feel numb. Hours past and the bar got crowded. It quickly got rowdy and loud. But Adrian kept silent. Seemingly without any indication, he walked out and pulled one of his cigarettes. In this time and day, they were both expensive and entirely replaced by eCigs and the like. "Hey, man! Spare a cig for a bro?" Some punk kid asked with a far too big smile. In a second Adrian examined him, as he held out his carton. Second-grade clothing, like most of the Ender residents. But lots of bling. Shiny belt, rings heavy necklace. The kid made top bucks. That and he asked for a cigarette. Cigs were still smoked as a sign of wealth. Especially among the lower classes. "Light?" the kid asked, and Adrian obliged.
For a moment it all stayed quiet. Both men puffed some smoke into the damp night sky. The cloud illuminated by the fading neon, and the only streetlight that wasn't broken. "A man of taste, I see?" Adrian asked, as he puffed another cloud into the air. "Must mean you're a man of wealth too." A man, with a girl on each of his arm walked out of the bar, completely ignoring the two smoking men. "A hommie gotta do what he gotta do to survive in this world, right?" Adrian silently agreed. "So what you sell?" The youngster eyed him, trying to get a grasp at the trenchcoated guy who was far too old to be wandering the Enders. "Yo man, you from the cops or something? Listen, doc said he cleared me. Check the name, man. Alejandro." "I'm not a cop." "Then what you on about asking about stuff man! You got cigs, walk in the trenchcoat. What next, a gun?" Adrian felt tempted. But instead he just threw his half-smoked cigarette into the ground and stamped it out. "Where can I find your... doc?" He did not expect cooperation. "Listen man, I'm out of-" the man couldn't finish his sentence, before a right hook landed right on his jaw. "The shit man!?" he cried out, as he laid out on the ground. With a leather shoe on his check. Pressing down. "The engineer. Where?"
"I don't know! Okay! I don't know! He contacts me! He moves his lab! From terrain to terrain. Okay! The guy cooks some fine stuff but he also makes some crazy! More crazy than good stuff actually! He's constantly on the run! So when he needs to spread some stuff he calls me!" Adrian kneeled down next to the kid, taking him by the cheeks with his hand, examining him. "You've ever been in a fight?" The kid looked confused but nodded yes. "Lost?" He nodded no. "Now you have." With one fell strike, he hit the kid in the eye with enough force to ensure he would get a black eye. After that he dropped a card on the kid's chest. "When he calls, you tell me." It wasn't a request. After that, he walked out into the shadows again. | Name: Xillian "Xil Gil" Giles
Age: Thirty-two
Sex: Yes please
Gender: Male
Notoriety 0
Appearance: Xil Gil by all means appears to be a douchebag's rendition of a quintessential, stiff-gaited British salary man. He stands six feet tall, 180 pounds (He looks like he should weigh less, but you know, he's full of metal shit), with coke bottle glasses, tidy hair, and tea-stained teeth. He is never seen without a pair of black gloves on.
Personality: Xil Gil comes across as a character you'd see in Monty Python. Everything about him screams "awful British humor". He's well-mannered but prone to accidental offences, a true upper-class twit. He enjoys the little things in life, and decidedly avoids discussions of a complex nature. Xil Gil is shallow and superficial, his quirky tidbits doing nothing to alleviate the unbridled cruelty with which he visits upon those his employers deem "troublesome". If anything, one could call Xil Gil a Bondian henchman and be right on the money.
Funny – Ruthless – Polite – Moronic
Bio: Xillian Giles had a fine upbringing in (formerly) Great Britain, though he had poor showings in school. Despite his poor aptitude he proved himself to be a hard worker and managed to claw his way into the Ministry of Defence, secret service. Hmm? His childhood? Not everyone has interesting childhoods, least of all little English turd tukeys. Trust me, it's boring. After a few years he migrated to Europa and found work in Eurocorp. They appreciated his talents, and did their best to put him to good use. He was fitted with cybernetic enhancements and told to discreetly kill those that undermine the company. An assassin? No. A mercenary? Not that. You've gotta call it what it is, the lable on the can. They helped Xil Gil to become a murderer.
People began disappearing at a greater rate than before. Opponents of Eurocorp, some quite famous, vanishing into thin air. Every force has its Red Baron. The one that people learn to fear. Is Xil Gil feared? Let's just say that he can get an empty table at any restaurant, at any time.
District: None specific. He is always on the move, workin' overtime.
Weapon(s): Xil Gil uses his hands. His mitts are completely robotic, and their strength is such that he can crush the skull of a cyber soldier in his grip as if their head were an egg. He can squeeze the juice out of an engine block. He can rub a quarter between two fingers and reduce it to warm shavings. This man gives steel girders Indian sunburns. You get the idea. The raw power of his pinching phalanges can make an industrial hydraulic press wet in the panties. The high tension single-atom filament muscle fibers and fiber optic nerve cables situated throughout his entire body serve only to make his paws as ridiculously strong as possible. Most of his frame is, metaphorically speaking, a pulley-system that powers his hands and wrists.
This being the case, it should be obvious why he likes to shake hands in dark alleys.
Armour: Since most of the sinew and bone in his body is interwoven with composite metals to power his crushing grip, Xil Gil is quite the tank. His body serves as its own protection, and he can endure as much dakka as can one touting a full set of heavy battle armor (and since it's his own body, his weight remains relatively low). His innards are studded with electrostatic transformers that create a field which reduces the effect ion blasts have on his circuitry. All in all, he's almost as tough to put down as the Terminator.
Cybernetics: His feet are purely cybernetic like his hands, but for another purpose. The circumference of his soles are flanked by retractable claws which can dig into concrete or seal against metal via magnetism. The primary purpose of this is to allow him to walk up walls to get at hard-to-reach victims and maintain sure footing in combat.
His brain also has a few chips in it that allow him to process information at a faster rate than what a normal human is capable of, juicing up his reflexes real good-like.
Account Balance: 2500 creds
Other: Despite Xil Gil's toughness and hand-to-hand killing power, he likes to avoid direct confrontations. He lacks the ability to deal with long-ranged attacks, and contrary to the public's perception of what a cyborg is capable of, he's actually no faster than a normal man. Yup, that's right. Xil Gil has no speed enhancements or guns. If you can outrun your average fit Brit, then you can outrun and most likely outmaneuver Xil Gil. Needless to say more physically balanced cyborgs can run absolute rings around him, and a good marksman can Kobe his ass from a hundred yards easy. He's also not exactly the brightest bulb in the basement, and can be outsmarted if somebody has the presence of mind to try and bluff him. The only conceivable way Xil Gil can nail a competent opponent is if he catches them unawares and grabs them before they can bolt. If he does manage to grab said opponent though, what usually follows is ghastly enough to make John Carpenter ralph in a baggie. |
54,178 | 1,474 | 4 | 2,801 | 61 | Hours earlier
Alyxi got finished with eating her breakfast. She couldn't find herself to go out and view the town for she was only here for business. In this city, you know nothing that will happen next and she was clueless to finding the Engineer. But she was going to figure out where to find him. In the meantime of trying to call her client, she moved her way back to her room. Shutting the door behind her and locking it Alyxi sat on the bed getting into a call with the client that wanted her to demolish the engineer wipe him off the planet. The only place that her client had was that the Engineer would usually be seen in the later hours and more towards the bad parts of the areas in district 21. Which every area was bad. So that didn't help much. It was a party animal area and no one seemed to ever sleep. Unless if was two hours or less.
After the conversation of help. Alyxi laid back down and drifted off to sleep very quickly for she didn't get the best sleep last night.
Hours later
Waking up from her sleep. She looked around. She was in her room she fell asleep in and she turned her towards the bedside table. She only wanted to know what time it was around. Already night and she had been feeling better than she did when she woke up. Yawning she was still in her clothes she put on earlier.
Looking at them she knew she had to change out of them and into her other clothes. Getting up from the bed and standing there looking like she was going to pass back out she rubbed her eyes once again yawning. Alyxi took off the casual clothes then put on her skin tight hitman suit she funded with her money. Putting her pants and normal shirt back over these clothes. She grabbed her backpack and put it on to both arms. Walking back out of her hotel she left her room quickly. Taking everything since she didn't think she was coming back. Alyxi went up to the front desk and signed out since she wasn't coming back to this hotel. Leaving the building once the papers were filled out. getting to the streets she smirked and started walking down the sidewalk she wasn't going to take a cab. Though she was curious on where to find this Engineer guy. He usually was at clubs, casinos, and other places ripping people off it sounded like. Though it sounded like it was hard to actually find him. She didn't know what he looked like her client wasn't very descriptive...literally having no description or anything her case file was flat as smashed as a nut after an elephant stepped on it. She sighed as she walked just going to the place her client said to go.
Alyxi was hoping this Engineer guy was actually real and not some goose chase her client was putting her on. Since it was her first time ever hearing about this guy. "I swear if I'm on a wild goose chase a free bullet is going right into that client's head..." She mumbled to herself. Never hearing the complaints on anything just from one person. So it seemed a little strange to her. She hoped that the police or anything worst found out her night time job and got somebody to call her. That would be a terrible situation. Though she kept walking. | Name:Yuri Müller
Age: 26
Sex: Male
Gender: Male | He/Him
Notoriety +3
Appearance: 5'11", athletic build. He has brown hair usually tapered, depending on light his eyes can appear anywhere from an icy blue to a dull grey and a medium complexion. Rarely grows stubble out past a week or two. Minor scars to hands, fingers and knuckles gathered since childhood. Identifying features include two tattoos; left forearm wrap, neck
Personality: Yuri's apathetic side can lead him to seem indifferent on first glance. More often than not he shows a absence of interest or concern about emotional, spiritual, social or even physical life. He tends to repress feelings often not felt as strongly as other individuals, a defense mechanism brandished by the 'toughen up' attitude accompanying emotional hardship. Professionals in the past have referred to Yuri as 'troubled'. Compulsory psychological evaluations from time spent incarcerated put him on the spectrum of personality disorders - labeling him a 'secret schizoid.'
His personality is hidden behind an outward engaging appearance, following Klein's classification of 'secret schizoids', who present themselves as socially available, interested, engaged and involved in interacting yet remain emotionally withdrawn and sequestered within the safety of the internal world.
Yuri is a thorough individual in any endeavor he undertakes, a calculated individual who is precise and extremely attentive to accuracy and detail while doing business. Often working on his own intuition Yuri is known to be instinctive although this lends itself to a greater scheme of things to a plan.
Not the type to be afraid of getting his hands dirty Yuri is an adaptable individual his ability to do so has been nurtured from his path where life hasn't always been so peachy.
Adaptable – Cold – Thorough - 'Unstable'
Bio:
Early Life
Born and raised in District 11 of Europa, a place heavily influenced by Eastern Korporat18 from societal view to crime and punishment. A relatively poor District, one of the last industrial areas that suffered greatly from closure of all but one or two Factorums. Presently the business and inner section of District 11 is advancing and caught up to much of Europa but the area is still scarred by shanty towns built off of the high rise residential blocs that cover much of the districts outer and suburban boundaries.
Yuri's memories of his father, a career criminal, are distant and faded. Yuri was six years old when his dad was shot down in a firefight with the district's police. All he knows is that a warrant over black market related violations escalated into a chase and climaxed with a stand-off at abandoned Factorum A. His mother continued to raise Yuri for the next eight years but her declining mental state and inability to provide lead Yuri to stand up and take their quality of life into his own hands, returning one day to find his mother, Kaatje swinging from the light fixture over the disturbed coffee table. During her last few months she had seen Yuri turning into his father, this shifted her mental state over the edge and triggered her suicide.
An underhanded arrangement lead to Yuri being able to continue to rent the apartment from it's landlord. He had the credits, no questions asked right? Aged sixteen his dabbling in criminal endeavors evolved when he ran in with a local gang whose main area of expertise lied in smuggling and distribution, specifically home brewed CHEMS, black market firearms, gambling and sex. Over the course of the next three years Yuri had his run-ins with the law but his smarts had always either gotten him away safely or found with nothing.
Aged twenty-two the opportunity of a lifetime arose for Yuri, a get rich quick scheme that would effectively get those involved a get out clause to a new life. One job was all it would take, hijack Eurocorp identity technology, the ability to to produce and theoretically with some tweaking change ones credentials to whatever desired. The possibilities were endless if this payed off, there was an opening on the market for something new and needed, simple supply and demand. Yuri imagined making his lot and getting the hell out of District 11, leave behind the memories and to his mind - the demons that had been haunting him since day one.
Incarceration
Yuri was unsure of where it all went wrong, but he knew the risks. Maybe it was the luck of the cards a lot of the heist was faded and blurred. It had gotten crazy quick, unlike anything he'd experienced in his life. Out of the five operators involved in the execution of the job only the two had survived. Dimitri and Lacey were both gunned down in the initial fire fight, Jodie had been with them all up until the final stand-off. There was a twang of irony with the outlook of the situation as three armed citizens took on the force of District 11's police. As they were apprehended, Yuri remembered surrendering along with Christov before being taken down and arrested, a brutal beating was sustained which required medical attention. Psychological evaluation got Yuri moved to a ward where most mentally unstable and criminally insane were housed, separated from the general prison populace and medicated, some more heavily than others.
Yuri's personality directly conflicted with many others incarcerated, the death of Dimitri inside the general populace had made way to Yuri's ears, he'd been ganged up on by a gang on the inside over differences in ideology. He decided then that he was going to make an escape or stay here sectioned, imprisoned and detained for the rest of his days. He was not going to become the victim of experiments disguised as medical tests being carried out on selective mental patients. Unable to rest for more than an hour or two at a time Yuri spent night and day racking his brain but couldn't come up with a solid plan.
The answer seemingly came as a stroke of luck, a series of events that lead to a beneficial coincidence. During a group therapy session Yuri lost his cool, "Is this some kind of sick joke?" He asked, riling up the other patients, he stood up to confront the orderlies before being accidentally shoved through a glass pane dividing the room from the corridor. He awoke later in his bed, his mind began to clear from sedative medication which through the hectic incident had not been administered. Tied up and without side effects he shook loose an undetected shard of glass that had been dug into him from behind his vest. His heart was pounding inside his chest and with a struggle he managed to cut himself free of his restraints and fell down beside his bed where had to gather his thoughts. It was time to allow intuition to kick in. He stood up and pulled down the ceilings metal mesh climbing his way through spider webs in the dark vents, slowly trying to keep as quiet as a mouse. Exiting his way down a flight of steps he came across the staff locker room and ditched his hospital gown for one of the orderly's clothes but held onto the hospital gown in order to ditch it where the dogs wouldn't be able to find the scene. Caught red-handed he wasn't ready to give up and proceeded to fight his way to the outside, feeling the cold wind on his face before finally being tasered and apprehended.
'Freedom'
Yuri spent the next six months kept in solitary confinement, never seeing another soul the whole time other than a monthly psych evaluaton, never allowed out, kept alive by sustenance but was this really life? When approached by Korporat18 officials he was made an offer. He could choose to spend the rest of his days here, best case scenario returning to a normal room, same routine in and out or he could work for Korporat as an unaffiliated agent, taking on dirty and questionable jobs as well as anything that might have been in the hidden interests of the corporation. He agreed.
District: DST-11-EAST
Weapon(s):
K-93, East-Pattern Assault Rifle
-8x Scope.
Combat Knife
-Fixed blade
LPModel 786
-12 round mag, semi-auto, single fire
Armour:
Loadout
Cybernetics: None.
Account Balance: 2500creds
Other:N/A |
54,179 | 1,474 | 5 | 661 | 1,875 | Xil Gil returned his attention to the man, letting go of him. Ray hunched over, panting, blood welling from between his fingers as he clutched at his face. The cyborg hadn't heard Yuri move.
"Right then, allow me to rephrase my inquiry. Tell me where the Engineer was last seen, or I'll have you feet up."
The words "I'll kill you". Certainly those who lead tough lives hear those words often, but they are scarcely to be taken literally. This was different, and not just because it was paraphrased. It was truth, pure and simple. Ray realized this, and needed no more motivation.
"That club on 45th, the Velvet Glove. He was there soliciting, last I saw. Ugh... I think you hurt my neck. I just want to forget all this shit and go to bed with an aspirin."
Xil Gil booted Ray in the chest, sending the cook sprawling onto his back. He stalked over to the man, crouched over him, and reached out to wrap both hands around his throat.
"I'll save you the bender, old duck. I'll kill your pain quicker than the aspirin will. Can't have the bills poking around when you talk, and trust me Mister Ray, I know you will talk."
The British goon seemed to take a capering delight in playing up his role. Likely the only reason why Yuri would have several seconds to decide whether or not he wanted to try and save the informant's life. | Name: Xillian "Xil Gil" Giles
Age: Thirty-two
Sex: Yes please
Gender: Male
Notoriety 0
Appearance: Xil Gil by all means appears to be a douchebag's rendition of a quintessential, stiff-gaited British salary man. He stands six feet tall, 180 pounds (He looks like he should weigh less, but you know, he's full of metal shit), with coke bottle glasses, tidy hair, and tea-stained teeth. He is never seen without a pair of black gloves on.
Personality: Xil Gil comes across as a character you'd see in Monty Python. Everything about him screams "awful British humor". He's well-mannered but prone to accidental offences, a true upper-class twit. He enjoys the little things in life, and decidedly avoids discussions of a complex nature. Xil Gil is shallow and superficial, his quirky tidbits doing nothing to alleviate the unbridled cruelty with which he visits upon those his employers deem "troublesome". If anything, one could call Xil Gil a Bondian henchman and be right on the money.
Funny – Ruthless – Polite – Moronic
Bio: Xillian Giles had a fine upbringing in (formerly) Great Britain, though he had poor showings in school. Despite his poor aptitude he proved himself to be a hard worker and managed to claw his way into the Ministry of Defence, secret service. Hmm? His childhood? Not everyone has interesting childhoods, least of all little English turd tukeys. Trust me, it's boring. After a few years he migrated to Europa and found work in Eurocorp. They appreciated his talents, and did their best to put him to good use. He was fitted with cybernetic enhancements and told to discreetly kill those that undermine the company. An assassin? No. A mercenary? Not that. You've gotta call it what it is, the lable on the can. They helped Xil Gil to become a murderer.
People began disappearing at a greater rate than before. Opponents of Eurocorp, some quite famous, vanishing into thin air. Every force has its Red Baron. The one that people learn to fear. Is Xil Gil feared? Let's just say that he can get an empty table at any restaurant, at any time.
District: None specific. He is always on the move, workin' overtime.
Weapon(s): Xil Gil uses his hands. His mitts are completely robotic, and their strength is such that he can crush the skull of a cyber soldier in his grip as if their head were an egg. He can squeeze the juice out of an engine block. He can rub a quarter between two fingers and reduce it to warm shavings. This man gives steel girders Indian sunburns. You get the idea. The raw power of his pinching phalanges can make an industrial hydraulic press wet in the panties. The high tension single-atom filament muscle fibers and fiber optic nerve cables situated throughout his entire body serve only to make his paws as ridiculously strong as possible. Most of his frame is, metaphorically speaking, a pulley-system that powers his hands and wrists.
This being the case, it should be obvious why he likes to shake hands in dark alleys.
Armour: Since most of the sinew and bone in his body is interwoven with composite metals to power his crushing grip, Xil Gil is quite the tank. His body serves as its own protection, and he can endure as much dakka as can one touting a full set of heavy battle armor (and since it's his own body, his weight remains relatively low). His innards are studded with electrostatic transformers that create a field which reduces the effect ion blasts have on his circuitry. All in all, he's almost as tough to put down as the Terminator.
Cybernetics: His feet are purely cybernetic like his hands, but for another purpose. The circumference of his soles are flanked by retractable claws which can dig into concrete or seal against metal via magnetism. The primary purpose of this is to allow him to walk up walls to get at hard-to-reach victims and maintain sure footing in combat.
His brain also has a few chips in it that allow him to process information at a faster rate than what a normal human is capable of, juicing up his reflexes real good-like.
Account Balance: 2500 creds
Other: Despite Xil Gil's toughness and hand-to-hand killing power, he likes to avoid direct confrontations. He lacks the ability to deal with long-ranged attacks, and contrary to the public's perception of what a cyborg is capable of, he's actually no faster than a normal man. Yup, that's right. Xil Gil has no speed enhancements or guns. If you can outrun your average fit Brit, then you can outrun and most likely outmaneuver Xil Gil. Needless to say more physically balanced cyborgs can run absolute rings around him, and a good marksman can Kobe his ass from a hundred yards easy. He's also not exactly the brightest bulb in the basement, and can be outsmarted if somebody has the presence of mind to try and bluff him. The only conceivable way Xil Gil can nail a competent opponent is if he catches them unawares and grabs them before they can bolt. If he does manage to grab said opponent though, what usually follows is ghastly enough to make John Carpenter ralph in a baggie. |
54,180 | 1,474 | 6 | 661 | 1,875 | Andreas brought his breathing down and listened, he wasn't going to be caught peaking from his hiding place. He heard a slumping sound, like weight hitting the ground and risked looking. He saw the taller man now hunched over the other.
"Right then, allow me to rephrase my inquiry. Tell me where the Engineer was last seen, or I'll have you feet up."
Andreas listened in, he'd get the information he needed and go, all he had to do was stay here a little longer - with any luck he'd beat this Xil Gil to the location and then stay one step ahead of him. If push came to shove, he wouldn't be too far behind Xil and could confront him if there was a need after they found the elusive engineer; no need to make himself known now.
The Velvet Grove. Andreas recognized the name, he'd partied there his first night a few days ago in the zone. For all he knew he'd probably bumped into, come across or even socialized with his objective and be none the wiser. He pondered on it, but only for a moment as more ruckus distracted him, Andreas once again peaked from his cover and caught sight of the man being kicked violently to the ground before his assailant wrapped his hands around his neck and began to squeeze. Xil spoke but to Andreas it sounded like nonsense although had the undertone of causing harm or worse. Instinctively his grip tightened further on his handgun, for a brief moment he almost ran out and confronted Xil Gil - But why? Who was this man to him other than a stranger among a society that put little to no respect on life, humans were a dime a dozen. His grip loosened as he reminded himself to stick to the plan but kept his eyes on the event as it went down.
As Andreas watched, it would have been no more than a couple of seconds when something came over him that he couldn't quite explain. He brought himself upright, boots scraping off the gravel and focused his sights on the back of the cyborg's head, taking quick steps towards him, "Enough!" His voice was amplified but not quite shouting, a commanding tone. Shit. Hindsight was a curse, or it seemed especially so now at least, Andreas immediately regretted the action and was still dumbfounded as to why he'd acted. | Name: Xillian "Xil Gil" Giles
Age: Thirty-two
Sex: Yes please
Gender: Male
Notoriety 0
Appearance: Xil Gil by all means appears to be a douchebag's rendition of a quintessential, stiff-gaited British salary man. He stands six feet tall, 180 pounds (He looks like he should weigh less, but you know, he's full of metal shit), with coke bottle glasses, tidy hair, and tea-stained teeth. He is never seen without a pair of black gloves on.
Personality: Xil Gil comes across as a character you'd see in Monty Python. Everything about him screams "awful British humor". He's well-mannered but prone to accidental offences, a true upper-class twit. He enjoys the little things in life, and decidedly avoids discussions of a complex nature. Xil Gil is shallow and superficial, his quirky tidbits doing nothing to alleviate the unbridled cruelty with which he visits upon those his employers deem "troublesome". If anything, one could call Xil Gil a Bondian henchman and be right on the money.
Funny – Ruthless – Polite – Moronic
Bio: Xillian Giles had a fine upbringing in (formerly) Great Britain, though he had poor showings in school. Despite his poor aptitude he proved himself to be a hard worker and managed to claw his way into the Ministry of Defence, secret service. Hmm? His childhood? Not everyone has interesting childhoods, least of all little English turd tukeys. Trust me, it's boring. After a few years he migrated to Europa and found work in Eurocorp. They appreciated his talents, and did their best to put him to good use. He was fitted with cybernetic enhancements and told to discreetly kill those that undermine the company. An assassin? No. A mercenary? Not that. You've gotta call it what it is, the lable on the can. They helped Xil Gil to become a murderer.
People began disappearing at a greater rate than before. Opponents of Eurocorp, some quite famous, vanishing into thin air. Every force has its Red Baron. The one that people learn to fear. Is Xil Gil feared? Let's just say that he can get an empty table at any restaurant, at any time.
District: None specific. He is always on the move, workin' overtime.
Weapon(s): Xil Gil uses his hands. His mitts are completely robotic, and their strength is such that he can crush the skull of a cyber soldier in his grip as if their head were an egg. He can squeeze the juice out of an engine block. He can rub a quarter between two fingers and reduce it to warm shavings. This man gives steel girders Indian sunburns. You get the idea. The raw power of his pinching phalanges can make an industrial hydraulic press wet in the panties. The high tension single-atom filament muscle fibers and fiber optic nerve cables situated throughout his entire body serve only to make his paws as ridiculously strong as possible. Most of his frame is, metaphorically speaking, a pulley-system that powers his hands and wrists.
This being the case, it should be obvious why he likes to shake hands in dark alleys.
Armour: Since most of the sinew and bone in his body is interwoven with composite metals to power his crushing grip, Xil Gil is quite the tank. His body serves as its own protection, and he can endure as much dakka as can one touting a full set of heavy battle armor (and since it's his own body, his weight remains relatively low). His innards are studded with electrostatic transformers that create a field which reduces the effect ion blasts have on his circuitry. All in all, he's almost as tough to put down as the Terminator.
Cybernetics: His feet are purely cybernetic like his hands, but for another purpose. The circumference of his soles are flanked by retractable claws which can dig into concrete or seal against metal via magnetism. The primary purpose of this is to allow him to walk up walls to get at hard-to-reach victims and maintain sure footing in combat.
His brain also has a few chips in it that allow him to process information at a faster rate than what a normal human is capable of, juicing up his reflexes real good-like.
Account Balance: 2500 creds
Other: Despite Xil Gil's toughness and hand-to-hand killing power, he likes to avoid direct confrontations. He lacks the ability to deal with long-ranged attacks, and contrary to the public's perception of what a cyborg is capable of, he's actually no faster than a normal man. Yup, that's right. Xil Gil has no speed enhancements or guns. If you can outrun your average fit Brit, then you can outrun and most likely outmaneuver Xil Gil. Needless to say more physically balanced cyborgs can run absolute rings around him, and a good marksman can Kobe his ass from a hundred yards easy. He's also not exactly the brightest bulb in the basement, and can be outsmarted if somebody has the presence of mind to try and bluff him. The only conceivable way Xil Gil can nail a competent opponent is if he catches them unawares and grabs them before they can bolt. If he does manage to grab said opponent though, what usually follows is ghastly enough to make John Carpenter ralph in a baggie. |
54,181 | 1,474 | 7 | 661 | 1,875 | Xil Gil released the informant and slowly rose up to face the newcomer. He held out both hands before himself to show he was unarmed.
"Oh, you've got me. I should ask though, before you shoot me, who do you work for? Out of simple curiosity, you understand."
The British chap seemed perhaps a little too eager to give up and die. Was he trying to trick Andreas into giving out information? Did he know something Andreas didn't? Quite simply, yes. Yes he did. For the most part, Xil Gil was bullet resistant. The metal composite muscles in his body powered his hands, and his bones were reinforced to withstand the pressures exerted. Hundreds of years ago, they had titanium alloys. Nowadays titanium was a low-market, substandard metal. The prime warriors of the age wore battle suits that were composed of cutting edge alloys the likes of which could made scientists from the turn of the century green with envy. Naturally there existed weapons which could match these armors, tools of piercing destruction made to combat such defenses. Guns were deemed inefficient out here in civilization, noisy and messy. Hence the talents of Xil Gil. What need had one for a laser rifle when one could walk up to a cutting edge cybersoldier on the street or in a nightclub, grab them by the gullet as they start to ask who the hell you are, and rotate their reinforced cervical vertebrae on its axis so that the last sight their eyes comprehend is the disbelieving faces of those who just witnessed a man getting his neck wrung like a pigeon.
But bullet resistant isn't the same as bulletproof. Everything has its weaknesses. Xil Gil's protection only extended as far as what his muscles and bones covered, hence any part of his body with no muscle was vulnerable. The base of the throat, the eyes, the center of the solar plexus, ect. But, that was only in theory. Putting theory into practice is a different story. It takes an expert to maintain confidence and a steady hand when the one coming after you happens to be a killer cyborg whose specialty is slowly grinding people into pulp with his bare hands.
And yet... Xil Gil looked to be rather clumsy, and perhaps a little dimwitted. A perfect killer only exists in fiction. Chances are that even in a bad scenario, one could easily survive so doofy a henchman. | Name: Xillian "Xil Gil" Giles
Age: Thirty-two
Sex: Yes please
Gender: Male
Notoriety 0
Appearance: Xil Gil by all means appears to be a douchebag's rendition of a quintessential, stiff-gaited British salary man. He stands six feet tall, 180 pounds (He looks like he should weigh less, but you know, he's full of metal shit), with coke bottle glasses, tidy hair, and tea-stained teeth. He is never seen without a pair of black gloves on.
Personality: Xil Gil comes across as a character you'd see in Monty Python. Everything about him screams "awful British humor". He's well-mannered but prone to accidental offences, a true upper-class twit. He enjoys the little things in life, and decidedly avoids discussions of a complex nature. Xil Gil is shallow and superficial, his quirky tidbits doing nothing to alleviate the unbridled cruelty with which he visits upon those his employers deem "troublesome". If anything, one could call Xil Gil a Bondian henchman and be right on the money.
Funny – Ruthless – Polite – Moronic
Bio: Xillian Giles had a fine upbringing in (formerly) Great Britain, though he had poor showings in school. Despite his poor aptitude he proved himself to be a hard worker and managed to claw his way into the Ministry of Defence, secret service. Hmm? His childhood? Not everyone has interesting childhoods, least of all little English turd tukeys. Trust me, it's boring. After a few years he migrated to Europa and found work in Eurocorp. They appreciated his talents, and did their best to put him to good use. He was fitted with cybernetic enhancements and told to discreetly kill those that undermine the company. An assassin? No. A mercenary? Not that. You've gotta call it what it is, the lable on the can. They helped Xil Gil to become a murderer.
People began disappearing at a greater rate than before. Opponents of Eurocorp, some quite famous, vanishing into thin air. Every force has its Red Baron. The one that people learn to fear. Is Xil Gil feared? Let's just say that he can get an empty table at any restaurant, at any time.
District: None specific. He is always on the move, workin' overtime.
Weapon(s): Xil Gil uses his hands. His mitts are completely robotic, and their strength is such that he can crush the skull of a cyber soldier in his grip as if their head were an egg. He can squeeze the juice out of an engine block. He can rub a quarter between two fingers and reduce it to warm shavings. This man gives steel girders Indian sunburns. You get the idea. The raw power of his pinching phalanges can make an industrial hydraulic press wet in the panties. The high tension single-atom filament muscle fibers and fiber optic nerve cables situated throughout his entire body serve only to make his paws as ridiculously strong as possible. Most of his frame is, metaphorically speaking, a pulley-system that powers his hands and wrists.
This being the case, it should be obvious why he likes to shake hands in dark alleys.
Armour: Since most of the sinew and bone in his body is interwoven with composite metals to power his crushing grip, Xil Gil is quite the tank. His body serves as its own protection, and he can endure as much dakka as can one touting a full set of heavy battle armor (and since it's his own body, his weight remains relatively low). His innards are studded with electrostatic transformers that create a field which reduces the effect ion blasts have on his circuitry. All in all, he's almost as tough to put down as the Terminator.
Cybernetics: His feet are purely cybernetic like his hands, but for another purpose. The circumference of his soles are flanked by retractable claws which can dig into concrete or seal against metal via magnetism. The primary purpose of this is to allow him to walk up walls to get at hard-to-reach victims and maintain sure footing in combat.
His brain also has a few chips in it that allow him to process information at a faster rate than what a normal human is capable of, juicing up his reflexes real good-like.
Account Balance: 2500 creds
Other: Despite Xil Gil's toughness and hand-to-hand killing power, he likes to avoid direct confrontations. He lacks the ability to deal with long-ranged attacks, and contrary to the public's perception of what a cyborg is capable of, he's actually no faster than a normal man. Yup, that's right. Xil Gil has no speed enhancements or guns. If you can outrun your average fit Brit, then you can outrun and most likely outmaneuver Xil Gil. Needless to say more physically balanced cyborgs can run absolute rings around him, and a good marksman can Kobe his ass from a hundred yards easy. He's also not exactly the brightest bulb in the basement, and can be outsmarted if somebody has the presence of mind to try and bluff him. The only conceivable way Xil Gil can nail a competent opponent is if he catches them unawares and grabs them before they can bolt. If he does manage to grab said opponent though, what usually follows is ghastly enough to make John Carpenter ralph in a baggie. |
54,182 | 1,475 | 0 | 770 | 30 | The Journey Begins
As the pokemon and weapons are issued the trainers of the town would be split up and brought to different tents to speak with officers there. The trainers would find themselves staring at a series of pokedex’s that double as cellphones and had rough maps of the southern Capasia. The officer spoke up as these items were handed out. “You have been split into groups.. Though you do not have to stay as such. If you wish to wander off in pairs of on your own that is your choice! Though by being in groups you are better protected against possible enemies who have made it through the front line. Also you will be able to train against one another which will increase the speed at which you can compete with each gym. What gyms you choose to go in what order is up to you. This group will meet up at the fountain at Eight AM. You are DISMISSED! Return to your homes. When you arrive here in the morning decide among yourselves what to do! We will have nothing more to do with you until you succeed or fail.”
At eight am soldiers walked around the town placing boxes in trucks that were preparing to leave as the draft was over. Some soldiers stayed behind and they stood by the doors of the pokemon Gym that the fountain stood in front of. They were there to restrain and transport any trainers who failed immediately to the front lines. Light billowed over the tops of buildings illuminating the streets with it’s soft light. People walked around town going about their normal business as the soldiers had become a common happening over the past two years.
The alarm clock had woke up Apalacia at seven in the morning. She showered and dressed grabbing her bag full of pokeballs and set out the door for the fountain. it wasn’t long before she found herself standing at it about fifteen minutes early. With a sigh she sat down placing her face in her hands for a moment before looking up. With light movements she pulled her machete free of the sheath and looked it up and down and sighed some before sliding it back in. “I can’t believe this is happening” She said more to herself than anyone else. She was in her own little world and would likely be unaware of anyone around her as her blue and green hair fell to frame her face | Name:Serenity Binson
Age: 16
Gender:Female
Weapon Choice: Rifle
Pokemon: Charmander and Ponyta
Family: Twin yougner brothers, age 7. Mother is an army medic and away from home almost all the time. Her father is taking care of things when she leaves.
Relations: TBD
Gym Badges:
Stance on War: For the war. As much as Serenity values her pokemon, she values the fate of all pokemon more, and believes that the northerners winning would put all wild Pokemon at risk.
Appearance: |
54,183 | 1,475 | 1 | 1,918 | 8,272 | Reggie
Reggie left his house that morning to the memory of saying good bye to his mom as she desperately tried to hold back her tears. He had wanted to comfort, to tell her that he'd come back when this is all over . . . but he couldn't. That was what his dad had told them both before he had gone off to fight, and those words haunt him to this day. He didn't want to add onto her burdens by weighing her down with a promise he couldn't keep. He said nothing to her, just a hug that didn't last long enough.
A yawn escaped his lips as he made his way to the fountain, still feeling exhausted from the events of last night. He hadn't been able to sleep, so he had gone into the woods to get used to training with pokemon, as well as get them more used to him. The Froakie, who he had decided to call Reign due to how snobbish he acted, was still wary of him, but the Axew, who had the super creative name of Axia, seem to have warm-up to him. That same Axew also tried to bite his Mom a couple times whenever she got close, which might've been a sign of it being a very protective pokemon. That was cute now, but when it evolved into a Haxorus. . . things could get ugly if he didn't break that habit.
As he neared the fountain, he noticed that he wasn't the first one to arrive, and did his best to wipe his dace clean of any residual traces of the second activity he did that night. If one looked close enough, they'd see the faint streaks that ran down from his eyes, and his hands were wrapped in bandages, the knuckles slowly turning red as the blood seeped through. By the time he was within sight of those around, he'd look like he always did, laid-back and without a single care in the world. As he approached he gave a small wave to the Red-haired girl who was looking around as if she might never see this place again. A sentiment he could relate to.
He recognized Apalacia rather easily, not many people had her awesome hair style( if he thought he could pull it off, Reggie would've totally died his hair the same color). He could also see that this whole thing was getting to her a bit as well. He didn't say anything as he walked over, just gave her a nod if she looked up to acknowledge his presence, just walked over to where she was sitting and took a seat next to her. He made sure to give her some space though, in case she wasn't in the mood for company. Reaching for his belt, Reggie let out Reign and Axia into the fountain pool.
Axia was less than pleased with the sudden transition, unlike Reign who took to swimming laps around the small pool, and she immediately exit the fountain in a hurry. After climbing out she quickly shook herself dry, which would cause both Reggie and Apalacia to get splattered with the run-off.
"Not a fan of swimming are ya Axia?" He chuckled as he picked up the little dragon type, pulling out a towel to help dry her off. As he dealt with the Axia's struggling, he finally addressed Apalacia in his usual cheerful tone. "So, Apalacia . . . what pokemon did you pick out? As you can see, I got these two little trouble-makers, the Froakie is Reign and this is Axia. Watch out, though, she's a bit . . . aggressive towards other females, so she might nip ya if you try to pet her." He laughed at his comment for a short while, but again his thoughts drifted toward what this adorable little creature evolved into.
"Ya know, if you coukd help me work on breaking that habit now, that'd be a big help. I'm kinda afraid of what'll happen in the future if we don't straighten her out while she's still little." Once Axia was dry again, he let her down on the ground, where she would waddle around for a bit until it was time to go. Reign was sitting on top of the fountain at the moment, looking over the plaza as if it were his own personal kingdom. Reggie looked over the plaza as well, and while his face never changed, his hands slowly clenched into fists as he felt an indescribable mix of emotions flood through him.
"I'm really going to miss this place." He said out loud, though it was clear to whoever listened that it was more to himself than anything else. | Name: Reginald Carter, goes by Reggie
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Preferred Weapon: Revolver
Pokemon: Froakie with Protean and Axew with Rivalry
Family: His mother is the only family he has, his dad went off to fight and never came back, is presumed to be KIA
Relations:
Barry Reed: A close friend and probably the closest thing that Reggie has ever had to a brother. Reggie's father and Barry's brother went off in the same regiment, and while Reggie was told the truth of the matter, Barry wasn't. It would be some years before they found out the fate of their family members, and while Reggie accept it with rage in his heart, Barry was locked in denial. Reggie, seeing it as his duty back then, tried to help the younger boy out. Overtime, this grew into a close friendship over formed over there mutual feelings of loss. Now Reggie sees it as his job to make sure that barry is protected in the place of his actual brother, who he tries very hard to not seem like he's replacing.
Gym Badges: None
Stance on the war: He just wants it to end, as the loss of his father has seemingly numbed him to it. He holds a deep hatred for the Northern militants for taking his father from him, however, and while he says he doesn't cate who wins, any mention of the Northern militants will be met with an angered silence and a glare. Simply put, he's conflict between his view of neutrality and his desire for vengeance. |
54,184 | 1,475 | 2 | 444 | 637 | Trystan had gone to bed early the night previous and had woke up just as early. Around 5'o'clock Trystan rose from his bed and dressed in a heavy sweat suit. He was going for a morning jog and he wanted a good workout before leaving. Exiting his apartment he jogged around the block a few time before jogging to the town park. As he ran in the empty park as the sounds of the waking wildlife greeted him he thought of his parents. He thought of his brother and sister. He even thought about his newly accuired pokemon.
This damned war had killed his folks and took his siblings away from him, but he understood it. He understood it as soon as he introduced himself to his pokemon. Something about having your own changes your whole outlook on them. The north was known for using them as simple means to an end, but they are more than that. He knew it just from knowing his own for this short time. That is why he vowed to end this war by any means nessisary.
As the morning sun rose Trystan continued his workout. Using the playground equipment to his advantage he did pull ups and other manuevers. An alarm on his watch sounded alerting him it was half past 6 and time to go home and get ready to go. When he returned home he released his pokemon from their pokeballs. "Rise and shine you two. Got a long and exciting day ahead of us. Who wants breakfast?" He asked with a smile. His Zubat and Sandile cried out excitedly. They were young and hopeful, but Trystan knew they were strong and eagar to please. Good traits in pokemon ment for war.
Trystan made a big breakfast for the three of them. Eggs, sausage, Blukberry pancakes, and potato and mushroom hash. It was probably going to be their last true meal in a very long time so he wanted it to be memorable. After breakfast Trystan took a long hot shower. Another luxory he wanted to remember while on the road. When he finished he dressed in his father's old military fatigues and packed a spare set in his pack. Strapping his belt on he returned his pokemon to their balls and secured them to it. Finally he gave his rifle a once over and stepped out the door.
Oddly enough he sort of blened into the crowd as no one recognied him in the uniform he was wearing. He just looked like another soldier walking among them. It sort of made it easy on Trystan. Not really wanting to go through goodbyes with people he knew he walked on to the fountain square they were ordered to meet at. Already a few trainers had arrived. Some he knew more than others, but one stood out with her long red hair. Serenity was an old friend. They met on the primary school playground years ago. He walked up behind her and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder.
"Hey Serenity. You look like we ain't coming back. Don't be so pessimistic. You got nothing to worry about. I got your back." He said with a smile. Sure they could never come back, but Trystan wasn't much of a negative thinker. To him you think about the negativity you get the negativity. | Name: Jericho O’Connor
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Weapon Choice: Six shooter
Pokemon: Skorupi and Houndour
Family: No siblings, living parents.
Relations: Apalacia: Apalacia and Jericho have been friends since they were 7 and 6. It all began when Apalacia moved in next door and since then they have been wonderful friends. Though will this friendship be tested with the events to come?
Gym Badges:
Stance on War: Interested in the potential legacy he could carve out for himself, Jericho is happy to enter the war. He doesn’t mind or fear the violence, and is actually quite eager to begin fighting |
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54,186 | 1,475 | 4 | 1,918 | 8,272 | Since day one, the morning had always been Jericho’s favorite time of day. No alarm was needed to pull him out of his bed, no coffee needed to rouse him from the remnants of sleep. Today was the day, and he would have been lying if he said he wasn’t excited for it. He was ready for it; that what it was. The young man was ready to begin his ascension to glory. There was a quick breakfast with his parents, no tearful goodbyes, no worry from either his mother or his father. He had promised them that he would bring nothing but glory back; and they had believed him. Why wouldn’t they? He hadn’t failed them before, and this wouldn’t be the beginning of that.
Carrying his backpack filled with the essential supplies he felt he’d needed, Jericho tapped the Pokéballs hanging off of his belt and smiled to himself. This was it, his chance for greatness. And he would grab the brass ring that had been presented before him and he would never ever let it go. Looking up, he could see the fountain he was meant to meet his ‘group;’ only one of which he really knew, despite all of them living in the same town.
The one that he knew, he knew very well. He’d known her since she’d moved here over a decade ago, and briefly they’d had a ‘thing,’ but it hadn’t lasted and had been mostly sexually charged in nature. Smiling as he drew closer to the group, Jericho nodded to them, giving Apalacia herself a wave. “I’m here, the party can start,” he said, a sarcastic tone in his voice. Looking at the ones he didn’t know, Jericho decided it would be a good idea to introduce himself. “Hey. I’m Jericho.” | Name: Reginald Carter, goes by Reggie
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Preferred Weapon: Revolver
Pokemon: Froakie with Protean and Axew with Rivalry
Family: His mother is the only family he has, his dad went off to fight and never came back, is presumed to be KIA
Relations:
Barry Reed: A close friend and probably the closest thing that Reggie has ever had to a brother. Reggie's father and Barry's brother went off in the same regiment, and while Reggie was told the truth of the matter, Barry wasn't. It would be some years before they found out the fate of their family members, and while Reggie accept it with rage in his heart, Barry was locked in denial. Reggie, seeing it as his duty back then, tried to help the younger boy out. Overtime, this grew into a close friendship over formed over there mutual feelings of loss. Now Reggie sees it as his job to make sure that barry is protected in the place of his actual brother, who he tries very hard to not seem like he's replacing.
Gym Badges: None
Stance on the war: He just wants it to end, as the loss of his father has seemingly numbed him to it. He holds a deep hatred for the Northern militants for taking his father from him, however, and while he says he doesn't cate who wins, any mention of the Northern militants will be met with an angered silence and a glare. Simply put, he's conflict between his view of neutrality and his desire for vengeance. |
54,187 | 1,475 | 5 | 444 | 637 | Jessie watched as the some of the people who he knew looked as if there was no war. He didn't mind the war but he worried for his pokémon, and his friends. He stood up to greet the one, who wasn't talking "Hey how's it going!" He said to talk to the boy with the Turtwig, he let out his Tyrogue and Aron. Aron walked around Jessie's legs while Tyrogue did push ups. "Show off..." He said under his breath. "Anyway, name's Jessie".
Maybe just talking will make him feel better then just staying to himself, he thought anyway. He couldn't help keep thinking about his sister and it seemed to start showing, due to his facial expression. What would this war bring? He had to forget that and stay in the present.
This boy seemed to be a honest person, hopefully he could read people correctly. If so maybe this might not be as bad as he thought luckily he knew a few familiar faces. | Name: Jericho O’Connor
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Weapon Choice: Six shooter
Pokemon: Skorupi and Houndour
Family: No siblings, living parents.
Relations: Apalacia: Apalacia and Jericho have been friends since they were 7 and 6. It all began when Apalacia moved in next door and since then they have been wonderful friends. Though will this friendship be tested with the events to come?
Gym Badges:
Stance on War: Interested in the potential legacy he could carve out for himself, Jericho is happy to enter the war. He doesn’t mind or fear the violence, and is actually quite eager to begin fighting |
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54,189 | 1,475 | 7 | 1,918 | 8,272 | Jericho almost fell when Apalacia jumped into him, wrapping her arms around his neck as he looked down at her, shaking his head. “Good to see you too, babe.” He teased, hugging her back in a tight embrace for a moment, giving her lips a kiss that lingered maybe a little too long, before letting her down as she unlocked his neck. When she mentioned Drogos, Jericho just shrugged and patted his friend on the back. “Don’t worry about it, I’ve got ya,” he said with a smile before turning to address the boy(Reggie, his name was) who’d complained about the northerners, and suggested a town they could travel to first. Frowning now, Jericho folded his arms over his chest. No way he was taking orders from someone else… but Applalta was where he had been planning to go anyway. Looking over at Apalacia, then back at Reggie, Jericho’s frown faded and he took Reggie’s hand firmly in his own, giving it a shake before he let it go.
“Well, Apalacia and I are going to Applalta--whether you guys follow my lead or not, is up to you.” There. Very plain, very clear: if they were in his group, they were following him. Glancing around the group, Jericho listened in on the separate conversations. Barry, Jessie. Easy; if he knew their names, surely they were more likely to listen to him. “By the time we get there, I plan to have at least three Pokémon--preferably three, to be honest.” He looked down at the Pokéballs hanging on his belt and shrugged. He was satisfied with what he had, and would simply capture whatever he saw first. There was nothing he was particularly pining after. He just wanted Pokémon. | Name: Reginald Carter, goes by Reggie
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Preferred Weapon: Revolver
Pokemon: Froakie with Protean and Axew with Rivalry
Family: His mother is the only family he has, his dad went off to fight and never came back, is presumed to be KIA
Relations:
Barry Reed: A close friend and probably the closest thing that Reggie has ever had to a brother. Reggie's father and Barry's brother went off in the same regiment, and while Reggie was told the truth of the matter, Barry wasn't. It would be some years before they found out the fate of their family members, and while Reggie accept it with rage in his heart, Barry was locked in denial. Reggie, seeing it as his duty back then, tried to help the younger boy out. Overtime, this grew into a close friendship over formed over there mutual feelings of loss. Now Reggie sees it as his job to make sure that barry is protected in the place of his actual brother, who he tries very hard to not seem like he's replacing.
Gym Badges: None
Stance on the war: He just wants it to end, as the loss of his father has seemingly numbed him to it. He holds a deep hatred for the Northern militants for taking his father from him, however, and while he says he doesn't cate who wins, any mention of the Northern militants will be met with an angered silence and a glare. Simply put, he's conflict between his view of neutrality and his desire for vengeance. |
54,190 | 1,475 | 8 | 444 | 637 | Jessie acknowledged Jericho and nodded at him using body language to say "I'll stick by you guys". At a moment later he seen a boy come over, Sadly He forgot his name. The boy, seemed to know Barry as if they were close friends. Reggie asked Barry Jessie's name, Jessie thought it would be good for Barry if he spoke for himself so he decided Barry would answer the question. The thought of the war zone frightened Jessie.
He looked around and seen all these soldiers just young soldiers. He couldn't help but think that they could just be Canon fouder. He shook his head and looked at Barry waiting for him to introduce Jessie to the boy. | Name: Jericho O’Connor
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Weapon Choice: Six shooter
Pokemon: Skorupi and Houndour
Family: No siblings, living parents.
Relations: Apalacia: Apalacia and Jericho have been friends since they were 7 and 6. It all began when Apalacia moved in next door and since then they have been wonderful friends. Though will this friendship be tested with the events to come?
Gym Badges:
Stance on War: Interested in the potential legacy he could carve out for himself, Jericho is happy to enter the war. He doesn’t mind or fear the violence, and is actually quite eager to begin fighting |
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54,192 | 1,475 | 10 | 770 | 30 | Serenity had jumped slightly at the hand on her shoulder, but she turned to look at the person behind her and smiled. Tristan was an old friend, for all that he was a few years older than her, and having him on the trip would do a lot to raise her spirits. He was an optimistic, steady presence that would work well to balance out her more realistic mentalities.
"Hey, we're leaving home-- I'm allowed to be wistful." But her smile only lasted a few moments as she looked over the gathering crowds, and the various personalities gathering there. "This is going to be rough, man, no lie. We might have each other's back, but I think that's all we can trust."
If she were to be perfectly honest, Serenity would have to say that she didn't trust most people easily. And even though she had lived in the same town for most of her life, and knew at least most of the people around her by name, they were practically strangers. And strangers, she had always believed, could not be trusted with safety or the security of her person.
Nodding at the rifle over his shoulder she patted the gun and attached scope that was against her pack. "So, Zubat and Sandile ready to go? You know that Ponyta will be happy to help carry some of your things if you need us to." | Name:Serenity Binson
Age: 16
Gender:Female
Weapon Choice: Rifle
Pokemon: Charmander and Ponyta
Family: Twin yougner brothers, age 7. Mother is an army medic and away from home almost all the time. Her father is taking care of things when she leaves.
Relations: TBD
Gym Badges:
Stance on War: For the war. As much as Serenity values her pokemon, she values the fate of all pokemon more, and believes that the northerners winning would put all wild Pokemon at risk.
Appearance: |
54,193 | 1,475 | 11 | 770 | 30 | When Serenity started Trystan removed his hand only to be met by her sweet smile. Returning it with his own he nodded to her words. "I suppose so, but still if were gonna make it through this we gotta stay focused." He said matter of factly patting her back assuringly. He then followed her gaze over the rest of the crowd and he shared her concerns.
As he watched on the happenings about the crowd he couldn't help but damn the government and their damned war. Sure recruiting kids like him and Serenity might make a difference, but Trystan just couldn't see the potential in the others. Well maybe a couple, and he wanted to be hopeful for the rest, but Serenity made a good point.
"Rough no doubt. I feel ya, but like I said we gotta stay focused and a positive outlook just might help. Sure things look grim, but that doesn't mean we shouldn't trust others. We're all this town has. That practically makes us family. Sure a bit dysfuctional for now, but I'm sure it'll get better. We gotta believe it will." He said trying to keep Serenity positive. If they were going to have an eye out for each other their vision needed to be clear and one in the same.
Trystan knew most if not all the others personally more or less. He had either seen them around town while on one of his odd jobs or done a job for their folks or even done a job for someone else that involved them in some way like deliveries. He could trust them as far as he could throw them, but he certainly hoped for more for most of them.
Serenity shook him from his thoughts asking about his pokemon. "Oh yeah, they're itching to go. Eager little buggers. Could barely keep them still for breakfast. I'll be fine. I've hauled more than this from one side of town to the other perfectly fine on my own. Speaking of Ponyta how she and your Charmander getting along?" He asked as he adjusted his pack and rifle to show he was perfectly capable of carrying them on his own. | Name:Serenity Binson
Age: 16
Gender:Female
Weapon Choice: Rifle
Pokemon: Charmander and Ponyta
Family: Twin yougner brothers, age 7. Mother is an army medic and away from home almost all the time. Her father is taking care of things when she leaves.
Relations: TBD
Gym Badges:
Stance on War: For the war. As much as Serenity values her pokemon, she values the fate of all pokemon more, and believes that the northerners winning would put all wild Pokemon at risk.
Appearance: |
54,194 | 1,475 | 12 | 1,918 | 8,272 | Reggie
"Pleasure to meet'cha Jessie, here to hoping we make it to the end of this road trip from hell." Reggie said with a smile as he gave a quick salute to the other boy. When Barry asked if they were going to go with Jericho and Apalacia, which caused Reggie's eye to twitch again, this time a little more violently than before. He sighed as he finally released Barry and thought of their options. He personally wanted nothing to do with Jericho's Alpha male bullcrap, plus he didn't want to see Apalacia and him getting all couplely and what not. However, he didn't want to leave her with just that guy as back up, and he also knew that the more people in a group, the better chance they had at surviving an attack.
"I'm going to regret this oh-so-much," Reggie muttered under his breath before speaking up again. "I think it would be best to travel with them, strength in numbers and all that. We'll stick with them for the first few gyms at the very least, until are little guys get a little bit more experience and we're sure we can fend off an attack on our own. Until then, we'll be following them. Also, Jericho's friend is also my friend as well, her name's Apalacia. I'll introduce the two of you later when we're on the road.'
Turning to Jessie, Reggie gave him a once over before he offered his hand out in greeting. "You want to come with, or are you going with those two over there," He pointed his head at Serenity and Trystan, having eavesdropped enough on their conversation to know they weren't to stoked about being around Jericho either. "Either way, it was nice to meet you, brief as it was, and I'll see you in Appalta if we're going our separate ways soon." | Name: Reginald Carter, goes by Reggie
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Preferred Weapon: Revolver
Pokemon: Froakie with Protean and Axew with Rivalry
Family: His mother is the only family he has, his dad went off to fight and never came back, is presumed to be KIA
Relations:
Barry Reed: A close friend and probably the closest thing that Reggie has ever had to a brother. Reggie's father and Barry's brother went off in the same regiment, and while Reggie was told the truth of the matter, Barry wasn't. It would be some years before they found out the fate of their family members, and while Reggie accept it with rage in his heart, Barry was locked in denial. Reggie, seeing it as his duty back then, tried to help the younger boy out. Overtime, this grew into a close friendship over formed over there mutual feelings of loss. Now Reggie sees it as his job to make sure that barry is protected in the place of his actual brother, who he tries very hard to not seem like he's replacing.
Gym Badges: None
Stance on the war: He just wants it to end, as the loss of his father has seemingly numbed him to it. He holds a deep hatred for the Northern militants for taking his father from him, however, and while he says he doesn't cate who wins, any mention of the Northern militants will be met with an angered silence and a glare. Simply put, he's conflict between his view of neutrality and his desire for vengeance. |
54,195 | 1,475 | 13 | 444 | 637 | Jessie listened to how Reggie went on, and how annoyed he was at sticking with Jericho Jessie sniggered. Then Reggie said "You coming with or are you going with those to over there?" He looked at the other too then to Apalacia and Jericho, then to Reggies hand layed in front of him as a symbol of Choice. He remembered the events that just happened.
Jessie acknowledged, How easily Jericho took to leadership, it didn't make him hate him but he felt as if he was untrustworthy. "Um yeah" he grab Reggies hand and shook it but replied " I'm gonna ask can I tag along with these guys" he looked at Apalacia and Jericho and walked over to Trystan and Serenity he felt bad for leaving BARRY and Reggie. But he felt as if he made the right choice. "Hey Trystan? And Serenity?" He said with a smiling yet confused face "I heard you were looking for a third member of your party?" He said looking from one person to another.
He just thought what might happen to Barry, Reggie, Apalacia and Jericho and if splitting up was the right choice. But nevertheless he knew he had to make the right decision. | Name: Jericho O’Connor
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Weapon Choice: Six shooter
Pokemon: Skorupi and Houndour
Family: No siblings, living parents.
Relations: Apalacia: Apalacia and Jericho have been friends since they were 7 and 6. It all began when Apalacia moved in next door and since then they have been wonderful friends. Though will this friendship be tested with the events to come?
Gym Badges:
Stance on War: Interested in the potential legacy he could carve out for himself, Jericho is happy to enter the war. He doesn’t mind or fear the violence, and is actually quite eager to begin fighting |
54,196 | 1,475 | 14 | 770 | 30 | All the interactions between the young people who were in the group made Apalacia’s head spin. She kind of frowned as Jericho made his announcement and shook her head at him. “Really... “ This is why they never worked out relationship wise. She crossed her arms under her chest and took a deep breath as everyone seemed to agree to go to Applalta which was fine with her. Sam and Cali ran over to sit by her feet and she reached down stroking their ears gently moving to squat between them. Her nostrils flared as she heard other people speaking of splitting up which only made her more confused as they all seemed to be deciding to go in the same direction. The entire idea of splitting up made her cringe on the inside.
“Guys really? Split up? We’re all going to the same city! Down the same road! Not to mention there are chances of us running into Northern Region soldiers, who are better armed! Better Trained! With stronger pokemon! And you want to split up? This is the worst idea I have ever heard in my life and my father one time suggested meatloaf cupcakes with caramel icing! I mean come on! This is worse than that idea!” She opened her two pokeballs and retracted the pair of Evee’s inside and pushed past Jericho and Reggie and walked straight through the little cliques everyone was trying to become. “Now come on. We’re a team! We got places to go! Pokemon to catch! And a war to end! And we’ve been screwing around for a hour. Let’s go!” Apalacia started to walk without waiting to see if everyone was following her. | Name:Serenity Binson
Age: 16
Gender:Female
Weapon Choice: Rifle
Pokemon: Charmander and Ponyta
Family: Twin yougner brothers, age 7. Mother is an army medic and away from home almost all the time. Her father is taking care of things when she leaves.
Relations: TBD
Gym Badges:
Stance on War: For the war. As much as Serenity values her pokemon, she values the fate of all pokemon more, and believes that the northerners winning would put all wild Pokemon at risk.
Appearance: |
54,197 | 1,475 | 15 | 1,918 | 8,272 | Reggie
Well shit, this escalated quickly. Reggie couldn't help but think, almost finding the situation humorous if not for the fact that their lives hung on the outcome of this decision. Also, as things were headed, the group would likely split because two hot heads are arguing at each other over the same point. He merely sighed at the situation, turning to Jessie with a look that said 'Ridiculous, aren't they', before he popped up two pokeballs to recall his pokemon, than turned towards Serenity, then Apalacia, then Jericho, breathing out another sigh after thinking through his response. Here goes nothing . . . fuck, I'm going to sound like such a preachy tool, aren't I?
"While the town and language of the red head's arguement had much to be desired for as a method of keeping people together, the basis is sound enough. We're all going to the same place, have little idea what the hell we're doing, are probably in for some tough times ahead, and don't have time for pointless squabbling." Reggue scratched his head before he turned to Jericho, choisong his words much less carefully this time.
"Dude, why did you expect any of us to follow you, only reason I wanted to was because I'd rather have more people around and because I wanted to make sure our mutual friend Apalacia stated safe. Like hell was I going to let any friend of mine go off into a battlezone with only one other person to watch their back. But I was never going to follow you like a little puppy, and if push came to shove, I'd knock some sense into your head if you were too simple-minded to see it. And don't say you aren't, cause only a simple-minded alpha male dickbag would think that a bunch of damn near strangers would entrust their lives to his leadership after just meeting him." Reggie's tone was calmmand neutral the entire time he spoke, betraying none of his emotions or feelings on the matter that his words didn't already show. "That being said, I'd rather be on a team eith you than without, for your sake as much as mine, so please suck up your pride and stop trying to be incharge. My dad always told me that a true leader is someone who inspires others to follow him, instead of trying to force and threaten them. That a true leader thinks about what's good for the group, not just the indivudual. Do you think you can be that type of leader, Jericho, because if so, you're going to have to prove it and earn the position."
After his lecture, Reggie walked over to be standing next to Serenity, scratching his head agaim as he turned to his audience. "Sorry for the preavhy lecture there, everybody, just felt like speaking my mind all of the sudden." Turning to the redhead, he extended his hand with a smile. "Name's Reggie, and it's nice to meet you. Also, would you not argue with Apalacia here when your both literally on the same side of the arguement. Oh, and good job to both of you for speaking out against sepating early, the rest of us were probably to distracted by our pride as men to actually speak up on that fact. So, do people want to keep argue and wasting valuable daylight, or do people want to make to Appalata town some time this year." His tone near the end was slightly mocking, but the message was clear: Calm your tits, save your arguements for the road, and lets get moving. Okay, the crudness wouldn't be clear, but the basis if the message would be. | Name: Reginald Carter, goes by Reggie
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Preferred Weapon: Revolver
Pokemon: Froakie with Protean and Axew with Rivalry
Family: His mother is the only family he has, his dad went off to fight and never came back, is presumed to be KIA
Relations:
Barry Reed: A close friend and probably the closest thing that Reggie has ever had to a brother. Reggie's father and Barry's brother went off in the same regiment, and while Reggie was told the truth of the matter, Barry wasn't. It would be some years before they found out the fate of their family members, and while Reggie accept it with rage in his heart, Barry was locked in denial. Reggie, seeing it as his duty back then, tried to help the younger boy out. Overtime, this grew into a close friendship over formed over there mutual feelings of loss. Now Reggie sees it as his job to make sure that barry is protected in the place of his actual brother, who he tries very hard to not seem like he's replacing.
Gym Badges: None
Stance on the war: He just wants it to end, as the loss of his father has seemingly numbed him to it. He holds a deep hatred for the Northern militants for taking his father from him, however, and while he says he doesn't cate who wins, any mention of the Northern militants will be met with an angered silence and a glare. Simply put, he's conflict between his view of neutrality and his desire for vengeance. |
54,198 | 1,475 | 16 | 1,122 | 317 | Trystan was going to say pretty much what every one else ended up saying when all hell broke loose. Jessie tried introducing himself and asking to join up, Appalacia blew up, and he knew what was happening with Serenity as soon as she started to move. Trystan knew it was best to just let her vent. She was as fiery as the fire types she owned. Then Reggie jumped in. Trystan physically face palmed himself. He had dealt with guys like Jericho his whole life and you did not talk to them like that. Nine times out of ten it got your ass in trouble. Trystan hoped this would be one of those lucky tenth times where the asshat is impressed and backs down. For all their sakes he prayed it would be.
Trystan stepped forward patting Reggie on the back. "Thank you for that lovely speech there Reggie. I for one was truly moved, but don't make it a habit to speak for others. It might come back to bite you. Just a little pro tip." He said before turning to Serenity and Apalacia. "Now ladies before we say or do anything we may regret lets take care of this." He unlatches Serenity's hand from Apalacia's arm. "There. Now, let's all take a deep breath." He says before doing so. "This little group needs to remember we have a town depending on us as well and we are literally in the middle of it arguing like we have no sense at all." He said indicating the concerneed looks of the citizens in the sqaure around them. "Can we at least leave them with a picture to be proud of not one that reminds them they are depending on a bunch of bickering teenagers?" | Null |
54,199 | 1,476 | 0 | 2,510 | 878 | Madison "Mad" Flaherty
Madison wiped the sleep out of her eyes; she had barely got any sleep. She looked at the open book (Quidditch Through The Ages) on her lap, and her wand lying there, alight with the spell Lumos. "Nox!" she whispered. Maddie sat up and thought she had better tell Mary to come "stuverse" (studying and conversing, as the Ravenclaws liked to call it) with her after breakfast. She looked over at her bed and saw Mary was fast asleep. 'Better leave a patronus to give her the message.' she thought. "Expecto patronum!" she said, and her unicorn patronus shot out of her wand. She knew it would give Mary the message, so she headed downstairs for breakfast, where she began munching on a bagel whilst reading The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 6. | Name - Devin Coal
Age - 27
Position - Care for Magical Creatures
Short bio
Born and raised in Cape Town, South Africa Devin has had a life full of adventure. His family is completely muggle born save for his great great great great grandfather. Needless to say everyone was surprised, but thankfully supportive. A magical school in South Africa helped with bringing David into the world of magic. After seven years with a specialty in Care for Magical Creatures Devin left to work for the magical community in Africa.
During his time in Africa Devin worked with both muggle NGO’s and the International Magical Creature Protection group. He was able to travel all over Africa protecting both muggle and magical creatures from greedy poachers. He loved his work, but found it depressing that no matter how hard he worked the job wasn’t seeing any results other than temporary.
While traveling for a conference Devin met the former Care For Magical Creatures for Hogwarts. They immediately hit it off, and after some convincing Devin was talked into doing a career swap. The change in pace is something Devin is excited for and after getting the green light from the IMCP and Hogwarts he packed his backpack and began a summer trip traveling slowly towards Hogwarts.
Personality
Friendly, adaptable, action-oriented. A "Doer" who can be often focused on immediate results. He lives in the here-and-now, absolutely a risk-takers who lives a fast-paced lifestyle. Can grow impatient with long explanations. Extremely loyal to his peers, but not usually respectful of laws and rules if they get in the way of getting things done. Great people skills.
Wand: Yew, 10” Fire Lion Mane Hair
Patronus: Giant Eagle
Hobbies: Birding - Hiking - Animals
Pets: Numerous
Relationships
Since Devin grew up and went to school in South Africa he has little to no relationships with students or teachers at Hogwarts. |
54,200 | 1,476 | 1 | 212 | 819 | Morning time.
Damian was already awake, having been awoke since 4 AM that morning...something he could never really fix, due to that same nightmare. He usually went to sleep at around 9 PM every night, and so, waking up so early wasn't detrimental for his health or mental state. It was around seven to eight good hours, so that was good...unless he stayed up all night doing a prank with Nick, which, in that case, he tended to sleep until around the 6 or 7 AM period. The main reasons for him waking up so early was for a few things; one, he could take a shower and brush his teeth before everyone gets up. Two, it allowed him the early time in the morning to jog around the lake outside, pump some iron, and hit the bag before everyone started to get rowdy. And, three, he simply liked roaming the halls and doing illegal stuff whilst everyone was still asleep. It was just...fun. He guessed that it was from Nick's influence.
Regardless, it was about about time to head down for breakfast. He had some beef jerky earlier that morning, along with a protein shake, to get himself ready for exercise, but his stomach was growling due to the food already have been digested and turned into energy. The Sixth Year stood inside of his dorm room, towel wrapped around his lower body as he headed for his trunk. The trunk was sat at the base of his bed - large, sturdy, and wooden, with the steel clasp padlock permanently keeping it locked unless his own magical signature registered inside of it. There was one problem, however. "Leo...Wake your ass up!" He growled it deep within the lion cub's ear, a small, quirked smirk on his face as the lion snarled cutely, swiping at him with a padded paw. Taking a step back, he watched as it fell face-first onto the floor, before flipping over and blinking stupidly up at the roof. Chuckling, Damian picked it and rested it on it's feet, where Leo looked around before blinking and looking up at Damian's smirking face. A second passed, and it let out a delightful lion-roar, tackling Damian's leg and giving out a growling purr as it rubbed it's head against his calf.
"Morning to you, too." Damian's smirked turned into a grin as he kneeled in front of his trunk, opening it up and quickly finding his clothes for the day. Comfortable muggle jeans and sneakers, along with a black tanktop. Since he kept his robe clasped almost the entire day, to hide his muggle clothing, he wore these sorts of outfits most of the time. It was for a reason; He refused to ride his broom or do any duelling/sparring with stiff, starched suits, slacks, and loafers, and whenever he took his robe off during DADA, Quidditch, Charms, or basically any of his practical classes, the teachers didn't usually complain; apparently, it was efficient in some of their eyes, too. He also slipped on his silver rings, one on each index finger. His wand was already strapped to his fore-arm - an instinctive thing to do after he gets done showering, and after putting on his Gryffindor-themed robe...he was ready for the day.
"Breakfast time." He muttered to Leo as he exited the room, the little lion following him. | Name: Damian 'Ian' Jackdaw
Appearance:
Age: 17
Year: Sixth
Classes:
Transfiguration
Potions
Charms
Defense Against the Dark Arts
Alchemy
Study of Ancient Runes
Care of Magical Creatures
House: Gryffindor
Short bio: Damian was born in America, a half-blooded boy raised in a bad neighborhood, somewhere between the borders of Texas and Arkansas. His father was a magical wizard - a former Auror, to be more specific, while his mother was a simple muggle housewife. Life growing up wasn't easy. He was often picked on at school, for no reason other than the fact that the bullies were idiots, and quickly learned to fight with his fists, feet, head, elbows, knees...practically everything. Magic didn't really interest him, but when he tried, he got his first spell done correctly, marking him as a naturally talented wizard - much to his stoicness, and his father's happiness.
However, Damian was busy with MMA and Boxing lessons - even at a young age, he was taught beginner stuff, but, at the age of ten, something happened...even he couldn't help. His father was gone on some Britian wizarding business, and an infamous gang in their neighborhood crashed the party. Long story short, unthinkable things were done to his mother while he was on the floor, half-knocked out and bleeding from fractures and broken bones...in the end, his mother was killed.
It was abrupt, insane, and brutal...but it happened. This marked the start. When his dad came, Damian was sent to Britain - as an American Exchange Student, to go to Hogwarts. Apparently, that's why his dad left. His dad became distant after that, and they never really talked much. Damian continued to take MMA and boxing lessons, and practiced magic so that, when his fists couldn't do the talking, curses could. He promised that he would never let anything like that happen to anyone close to him again.
Personality: Damian can come off as a rough, unfeeling boy, having suffered quite a bit of sad events in his life, early on. This gives him a tough outer-shell. He's independent, not easily making emotional connections, but this has also made him focused, brave, and determined - while also being protective of the friends he has. It's rather easy for him to get annoyed, but rather than throwing a hissy fit, he tends to either act violent, or put the anger into training. This makes him rather ambitious, which is why, combined with his quick-thinking and reflexes, makes him ingenious in stressful situations.
It's easy for others to get intimidated by the American, especially due to his calloused demeanor and blunt ways of getting things straight, and he will not take any crap from anyone. Despite all of his callousness, however, Damian is inwardly kind towards the 'nicer' people, and will help when he sees bad things happening to good or semi-good people. The kindness is gruff as if he's reluctant to show compassion. He can also be cheerful when either drunk, or happy about some success - successful pranks, for instance. Tends to smirk when things go his way, as well. Is rather quiet, all things considered, but absolutely has no trouble speaking up when he feels like it, although he tends to let his fists or wand do the talking when necessary. Actions speak louder than words.
Summary - Focused, determined, brave, quick-thinker, tough & calloused, ambitious. Maintains a cool, detached image. Oddly enough, he is very much like a lion...or a griffin.
Wand: Fir wood wand, Dragon Heartstring core, 12 1/2 inches.
Hobbies: Flying on his broom - Quidditch, to be more specific. He's incredibly good as a Seeker, and has been scouted by official wizarding teams ever since his third year. || Practicing the more practical magic arts, and perfecting them; Most are afraid to duel with the brusque American...his over-charged Reductos are very scary. || Exercising, something most wizards don't do. Magic is fine and all, but lifting weights and sprinting up hills tends to get the blood flowing.
Pets: A magical lion cub called 'Leo'. It has the physical appearance of a regular lion cub, but as it grows - which it does a bit faster than normal, it's size will become noticeably larger than any other muggle lions. It's hide will also be magic resistant as it grows.
Personal possessions: Other than the necessary thing, such as his necessary robes and school supplies, depending on the time of the RP, Damian has his personal riding broom, bought after quite a bit of hard work, and some funding from his parents, along with the sponsorship of a Wizarding Quidditch Team that wants to see him succeed; he has the Firebolt Supreme, hailed as the greatest racing broom in the 21st century. Hehas some less than legal items, easily disguised. For instance, the ring on his left and right hands will actually turn into brass-knuckles once a sliver of magic is siphoned into them. He also has a map, which was, once again, funded by a bunch of hard work and odd jobs; a map enchanted by some guy in France, which allows him to see the presence of anyone within a certain distance around him, along with their names.
He also has a few muggle-fied things; a motorcycle, tricked out with different runes and charms so that it could...yes, fly. A set of muggle clothing that he wears when not forced to wear robes, and boxing gloves, boxing tape, a weight set, and a heavy-duty punching bag that's charmed to never break or rip. He keeps the boxing equipment constantly in his shrunken trunk, unless he trains that day.
Patronus: Griffin
Relationships: Nicholas 'Nick' Gregory Hornhill - Despite their minor differences, with Damian being a bit more cold, focused, and ruthless than Nick, and Nick being a bit more wreckless, inquisitive, and persistent, they quickly became friends - with Nicholas really being one of the few people Damian talks to out of the Quidditch field. Damian's quick-thinking and ferocious presence has gotten them out of quite a few bad situations, and Nicholas is the one to make them go through the bad situations, with his love for pranks and the such - which, although he wouldn't admit it, has rubbed off on Damian as well. People have learned not to bully or otherwise mess with Nicholas due to the threat of Damian finding out - not to say that many people bothered Nick in the first place..
NPCs: His dad.
Why am I awesome?
'Cause. |
54,201 | 1,476 | 2 | 2,448 | 78 | Stein "The Reader"
Today Stein awaked more early than other days , even if he had classes this day he was in a good mood.Awaken and in a good mood decided to take shower , get dresssed with the winter Ravenclaw uniform ,take his wand , the ring of his grandfather , one book called "All about dangerous magical creatures Volume 2" and his cat ,but before leaving his dormitory he noticed a letter , it was from his uncle Balthasar ,he opened it and readed it, it was a very short one and sayed.
Dear nephew,i am going to be on travel to other country ,so before i leaved , i sended you a gift, a very special one it will arrive the day after you read this letter so goodbye and good luck with your studies i know you are the best
After this he was excited and even more happier than before,he thought. "A gift this is going to be so amazing my uncle always give me the best gifts"
So now ready and with a more better mood he decided to write his aplication to the quidditch team of Ravenclaw , he was going to send it in a month but now motivated and wanting to give a good new to his uncle,now he wanted to enter.
Now he just finished the aplication and needed to give the aplication to the Captain and to pass a test,he readed about quidditch when he was a in his first year so he though it wasnt going to be so difficult.But something pop up to him ,he didnt even know who was the captain,primarly because he wasnt very aware of the teams of Hogwarts, so he needed to ask some people.But before all of this he wanted to eat the breakfast to get energy for the day. | Name:
Keanu "Jaden" Wade
Physical Features:
Eye Color: Dark blue
Hair color: dark brown
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 195
Physique: Fit and toned
Scars: Has a thin scar going across his throat which is not noticeable unless you are really trying to see it. Has a deep scar across his stomach. One last scar that goes down the center of his back.
Age:
18
Year:
7th year
House:
Ravenclaw
Classes:
N.E.W.T Level courses
Potions
DADA
Transfiguration
Herbology
Charms
Short bio:
Not a lot is terribly known about Jaden mostly because anyone who really knows him chooses not to talk about it out of respect for his the silence he keeps about the incident. What is known however is that Jaden is from a small magical village located somewhere outside of Surrey England but was born in London, England where he lived until he was six. He lives now with his Grandfather who is an now retired Auror who once upon a time worked for the Ministry of Magic. Jaden lives a rather normal life compared to some, while his entire family is quite wealthy, they live a modest life not caring much for the luxuries that come with said wealth.
At school Jaden is not the most popular nor is he the most hated, he is what he likes to call secluded. Not known to be overly talkative he if often seen as a quiet person. Most any who know him think of him as a rather nice person, but also very complex, never being one to talk about himself. However where Jaden lacks social ability, he makes up for it with his amazing understanding on Defense Against the Dark Arts. Where Jaden excelled at his courses he strived even more in DADA, to the point where he is on par with the teacher. Jaden enjoys DADA and practices it everyday, even to the point where he has begun testing out new spells for defense, however none of them have panned out as of yet. Often seen shadow dueling and also taking part in school sanctioned duels, and also helping other students, he is quickly becoming a master of DADA. Due to his extensive studies of DADA and his dedication to the subject this earned him the position of Prefect for Ravenclaw. Jaden's aspirations in life is to become and Auror like his grandfather and his mother and father before him.
Personality:
Jaden is known to be quiet when he on his own time, while he is quite vocal in classes and when he helping others when they require it, he is just a secluded kind of person. Most would describe him as an incredibly generous person, and a genuinely nice person the kind that would go out of their way to help. Jaden is also incredibly intelligent and is a known strategist who loves a good game of wizards chess. He is also driven by a deep motivation, he does not easily allow himself to suffer defeat, and he has a no die attitude when it comes to his life and he inspires those around them if he is able. In reality Jaden is very eccentric when he wants to be or when he is not secluded somewhere. In the end Jaden is an enigma to other people, at one moment he is outgoing and then at the next he is quiet and not talking much, but he is passionate, dedicated and open minded and this is what people notice most about him.
Wand:
Jaden has a 13 inch black walnut wand with a phoenix feather core.
Patronus:
Jadens patronus is a dragon
Hobbies:
Jaden has a variety of hobbies that he enjoys, his top hobbies would include practicing DADA, trying to create new spells, he is a seeker on his school team in quidditch, he loves to play wizard chest, and is an avid reader.
Pets:
Owns an owl named Tarim
Personal possessions:
Jaden has a walnut trunk which has been bewitched giving it the capability to hold a lot more items then normal trunks. This is where he keeps items that are most important too him which include old pictures of his family, his school items along with his robes and his change of clothes and any extra money he may need for the year. He also owns a handcrafted chess board with matching chess pieces which was a gift from his grandfather, and of course his old black journal which he keeps his spell studies in and many other vital pieces of information.
Relationships:
None
NPCs:
None
Why am I amazing? Simply because I choose to be. |
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