The Enemy

Long time no see. [color=#282828][font='comic sans ms', cursive][color=#000080][b]Name: [/b]Trivain Lexington (Lex)[/color][/font][/color] [color=#282828][font='comic sans ms', cursive][color=#000080][b]Age:[/b] looks 35-ish (actual age around 800-900)[/color][/font][/color] [color=#282828][font='comic sans ms', cursive][color=#000080][b]Gender:[/b] Male (for all intents and purposes)[/color][/font][/color] [color=#282828][font='comic sans ms', cursive][color=#000080][b]Species:[/b] Lex is an Uros, a type of Skinner that takes its host permanently. The possession process stops the original human's ageing but also kills them during the initial bonding. [/color][/font][/color] [color=#282828][font='comic sans ms', cursive][color=#000080][b]Human Appearance:[/b] [url="http://images1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20100410112023/villains/images/0/0f/Re5-albert-wesker2.jpg"]Lex[/url][/color][/font][/color] [color=#282828][font='comic sans ms', cursive][color=#000080][b]Changed Appearance:[/b] Lex regularly maintains his humanoid visage, however when pressed in a serious fight he has two additional forms he may take. [/color][/font][/color] [color=#282828][font='comic sans ms', cursive][color=#000080][url="http://images.wikia.com/powerlisting/images/9/93/Albert_Wesker_Uroboros.png"]First Phase-[/url] This is where Lex releases a portion of his power and reveals a glimpse of his true nature. His arms become masses of tentacles extending from his chest, usually used to grab objects to bludgeon or hack his opponents to death.[/color][/font][/color] [color=#282828][font='comic sans ms', cursive][color=#000080][url="http://images1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20090326221511/residentevil/images/f/f6/Re5-uroboros-concept.jpg"]Second Phase- [/url]Lex becomes as close to his true form as he can while remaining bonded. Over the years Lex has gained greater mastery of this shift, making him almost indistinguishable [/color][/font][/color][color=#000080][font='comic sans ms', cursive]from an unbonded Uros. In this form Lex uses his entire form, now nearly entirely comprised of tentacles to simply engulf his enemies and strangle or crush them. [/font][/color] [color=#282828][font='comic sans ms', cursive][color=#000080][b]Personality:[/b] Lex tries to stay calm cool and professional in the face of any threat. He is reserved and in conversation can seem a bit stand-offish. He is generally condescending to those who he doesn't know, assuming they are less powerful than he and thus not worth his time. [/color][/font][/color] [color=#282828][font='comic sans ms', cursive][color=#000080]In combat he works hard to maintain his calm exterior, but when push comes to shove he can become aggressive almost to the point of animalism. Most noteworthy of Lex's personality traits is his quick temper. If not provoked one would almost assume he were incapable of anger, due to his stoic and calculating appearance, however when seriously insulted or truely threatened Lex has a tendancy to explode furiously. Most always yelling and becoming aggressive, if not outright attacking the transgressor.[/color][/font][/color] [color=#282828][font='comic sans ms', cursive][color=#000080] [/color][/font][/color] [color=#282828][font='comic sans ms', cursive][color=#000080][b]Weapons/fighting style:[/b] Lex has no need for weapons or armour. Due to the bonding process of the Uros; Lex is physically capable of punching or kicking through almost five inches of concrete, and fast enough to dodge all but high calibre bullets. In human form his superior regeneration can heal minor cuts or bruises in minutes. If seriously injured Lex falls back on his transformations, in each form his regeneration is amplified greatly.[/color][/font][/color] [color=#282828][font='comic sans ms', cursive][color=#000080][b]History:[/b] Preferring to stay off the radar, Lex hasn't had many publicly known incidents. His most infamous scandal being a travesty almost 100 years ago. Lex was on the subway when the his train car was besieged by a group from a local gang. Their intent was later revealed to be simply high jacking the train and getting ransom for the hostages. At the time one of the men put a gun to Lex's temple, very obtrusively disrupting his reading of the daily paper as well as threatening to shoot him. The resulting massacre was covered up as a horrific engineering malfunction causing the subway to "accidentally become derailed" and kill hundreds. While Lex does regret the accident, he has yet to apologize for human losses. [/color][/font][/color]

Jeff awoke that morning at his usual time, around 6:30 am. He went to the kitchen before any of the others got there, right on time, and had a small bowl of cereal. After making sure he'd cleaned all traces of his presence there, Jeff headed off toward his dark room. A commissioned room he had personally requested be added to their base of operations a few months ago. The room had no lights installed, and was essentially just a large empty space. Jeff had filled it with different objects throughout the last months. Nothing much, just a few wooden boxes, some metal bars, a wing chun dummy for martial arts practice. He spent 90% of his free time alone in the room, using his powers to move around the objects or himself, constant practice. Jeff was truly a perfectionist when it came to things he had so much access to, like his body and powers. He would spend 16 hours a day training or meditating. Coming out at unusual times to catch the kitchen when no one else was their. His schedule hadn't changed by the time Ali had come looking for him for the mission. He knew she was coming before she arrived, having answered and promptly hung up his cell a few moments before. He despised his phone, agreeing to even have one took an hour of convincing and even then he agreed only for the sake of emergency situations, not common calls. Ali knocked on the door, but Jeff was focusing as hard he could to slowly lift one of the boxes in the room 10 feet away without hurling it at the wall or himself. He slowly moved it toward himself, fortunately getting it within his five foot zone of control before the door opened and Ali entered, breaking his concentration. "Jeff you in here?" she called out. Jeff didn't answer, figuring his recent schedule along with her sensory powers would answer the question for him. Which proved true a moment later when she sighed and said "Get to the office, we have a mission. We're heading south." and left. Jeff took a moment to walk around and move some boxes back into their proper places before heading out. Passing Ali in the hall, he walked by her and toward the office, feeling no need for small talk. They entered the office together a short time later, seeing Demmy and Pocket had already gotten there Jeff took his place at the round table as far from anyone as possible. Ali flipped down the screen, and they recieved their mission. It was a short briefing, but unless there was some special information about the targets or victims, they usually were. After getting the information about the mission they all headed off and piled into the van. The gang traveled with their weapons ready at all times, so there was no need to go fetch them, the same went for Jeff, after buckling himself in he took out a small pair of fingerless gloves and slid them on, steeling himself for the mission ahead.

[b]Name:[/b] Jeff Arkhem [b]Age:[/b] 25 [b]Appearance:[/b] [url="http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs4/i/2004/233/5/f/Leofest.jpg"]Jeff[/url] [b]Personality: [/b]Jeff is usually a loner, hangs out in the back, drinks alone. Almost famous for his one word replies, Jeff is well known for not wanting to talk to anyone, ever. Often dismissing whomever approaches him with one or two words and walking away to be alone. No other members of the gang have really been able to get close to him as of yet and he remains a mystery to the majority of those who meet him. [b]Weapons:[/b] Jeff is nigh a master of hand to hand combat, his file claims he is a black belt is several martial arts including capoeira, five animal kung fu, and aiki jujitsu. In combat he utilizes his martial prowess and inate powers to devistating effect. [b]Ability:[/b] Jeff has the power to manipulate gravity. His power is rough and uncontrolled when dealing with objects or people more than 5 feet away, being only able to push or pull said targets and with only rough accuracy. On himself however, Jeff has honed his powers to a razors edge. He utilizes his powers to walk on walls and ceilings, to leap great distances, and to maneuver himself in incredible ways. Often using his powers to aid his martial arts ability jeff is a valuable member of the team.

[color="#FF0000"]Warning: This RPG is rated M for Mature[/color] Good day soldiers, you have all been called here to partake in one of the most dangerous missions ever assigned. You are here because you are the best of the best, each the utmost expert in your own field. You have been gathered from all over the world to face the most dangerous terrorist organization ever formed. As you all are no doubt aware, Canada launched a massive nuclear strike against America not one month ago. They used their former close ties with the U.S. to gather information about major military sites, and then decimated each with a series of neutron bombs in one massive attack. Now America is calling for help and we've gathered you to go into Canada and end this before it becomes World War 3. You will be stationed in a remote underground base in north Vermont, just across the border from both Ottawa and Quebec city, each holding a majority of Canadaâ??s military strength. Keep in mind, regardless of the strike on America, over 85 percent of those still living in Canada are unarmed civilians. Satellite images show us there are however, many heavily armed troupes throughout Quebec City and Ottawa, keep on your guard soldiers. You will be briefed on the final details of your mission while on the aircraft taking you there. Be careful. Be efficient, and make your countries proud. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ OK so as you've recently read, this is a military based rp, you will be playing the best of the elite forces throughout the world. You will be sent into Canada to rid the world of their nuclear strength before it sparks a 3rd world war. You will get the full briefing when I post the opening threat in the Theater. Base facts: each of you are highly trained soldiers from around the world, you will probably have a basic pistol of some sort as a side arm, a main weapon, and probably some sort of special equipment associated with your specialty. The Specialties now are: Medical specialist, Demolitions, Infiltration/Recon, Heavy weaponry, Long distance elimination, Close quarters Combat, and Endurance specialist. [b]Medic:[/b] If you're the Medic you are a specialist in treating the injuries of your allies and yourself. You probably have equipment for dressing wounds in stead of a third weapon, and probably have less lethal grenades like flash or smoke bombs. Medic's are also specialists in most kinds of medicine, how each compound effects curtain injuries, as well as how curtain drugs or injections will react with healthy enemy troupes. In dealing with various wounds and researching all kinds of injuries, you also know how best to take an enemy down (if the 'unload your weapon in his direction' isn't the best way at the time).All soldiers have basic first aid training, but your knowledge is above and beyond the regular standard. As this specialist your medical experience rivals that of most surgeons. [b]Demo:[/b] If you want to be the demolitions expert it's probably because you love seeing things explode. The Demo specialist has extensive training in all things that go 'boom'. Your third weapon is likely to be some sort of rocket launcher or other high explosive. Demolitions experts also bring with them numerous types of other explosives, rather than carry flash bangs or tear gas, your basic equipment probably includes C4, incendiary grenades, and maybe a basic fragmentation grenade or two. Along with the title of Demolitions specialist you have a mass knowledge of violent chemical reactions, knowing the ins and outs of every explosive on your belt. This allows you to also make make-shift explosives from various objects found throughout the environment. You know precisely when, where, and how much explosive is needed for any job. [b]I&R:[/b] OK so you want to be the Infiltration & Recon expert. This specialization includes extensive training in stealth and observation, you are the shadow the team will send in to scout out high risk areas. You have the skill and training to get in and out of virtually any room or building unseen and unnoticed. Your extreme education of stealth tactics and human psychology allow you to predict where the enemy is looking and when, leaving you the exact moment to sneak past, or walk right up behind them and put a knife in their back. Your weapons are most likely allot quieter than the other specialist's most if not all of your firearms wear high grade silencers for silent execution. [b]Heavy Wep:[/b] Utmost opposite of the I&R specialist, the heavy weapons expert is one of the loudest members of the team. He may not have the experience with explosives that the demolitions expert does, but he has just as much capacity for destruction. Your third firearm is probably an automatic shotgun or some sort of assault rifle with heavy armor piercing bullets, louder than usual but also causing more damage and havoc. The heavy weapons specialist is a one man army. Carrying more ammunition than the other specialists, sometimes in place of a pistol, he by far has the biggest hard core guns. As the heavy weapons expert it's your job to clear out rooms of hostiles and lay cover fire for almost the entire group, and boy do you deliver. [b]L.D.E:[/b] The Long distance execution specialist is a master of far ranged weaponry and killing at extreme distances, he is by far the groups best marksman, often getting ten headshots while the others simply fill a hallway with gunfire...or just fire. Your third weapon is almost definitely some sort of high caliber sniper rifle, your position is usually far behind the rest of the team giving highly accurate cover and taking out the most high profile highly guarded targets. Laying on a rooftop across the road from the building the rest of the team is clearing, they will rely on you for high caliber 'one shot one kill' cover fire, which you give with pinpoint accuracy. [b]C.Q.C:[/b] The yin to a Long distance shooter's yang, the close quarters combat specialist is the foremost expert on killing up close and personal. You are highly trained to disarm and eliminate your targets within one to five feet of you. Your third weapon may be a second pistol giving you more versatility with close range shooting, you're also the one on the team best trained in hand to hand and general melee combat. We have knives for utility and last resort, your knife is probably your best friend, always at the ready for a quick slice or stab that will bring down anyone around you. [b]Endurance:[/b] The endurance specialist or sort of a jack-of-all-trades. As the endurance specialist you're a little stronger and hardier than the rest of the team. You get up faster after being shot, you shake off shellshock in and instant, and you are overall tougher than most. Your endurance training leaves you more resilient to all forms of damage and fatigue, you are better at climbing, swimming, and holding your breath. AS the endurance specialist not only are you a tough as nails soldier dishing out as much as you can take, you're also a constant drive to the rest of us. Your undying determination and resiliency serve as a motivator for each member of the group to keep fighting no matter what the odds. These are only the specialties I thought up with a friend who'll also be joining. If you have any modifications or specialties I missed that you want your character to dominate, go ahead and try it out. I'll send you a message if anything isnâ??t quite what Iâ??m looking for in this rp. Till then, good luck on your sign ups, I'll see you all in the plane. [u]Application's[/u] [b]Name:[/b](include nick-name if you have one) [b]Age:[/b] (we're all specialists, no younger than 30 please) [b]Nationality: Personality:[/b] [b]Appearence:[/b] (pic or description) [b]Specialty:[/b] [b]Weapons:[/b] (Primary, Side arm, And special weapon, also include any types of grenades your carrying.) [b]Outstanding assignment:[/b] (write a quick clip from your best moment, the assignment that got you recommended for this mission)

Timothy looked around for a moment then closed his eyes, focusing on the phsychic barriers around the building and looking for ways to improve upon them. He found a couple holes here and there, patching them up was simple enough. He wanted to do something a little extra though, something to ensure they wouldn't be found. He cosidred layinga false vision on this place so any seers would see it as a second sight base of operations, but that ran the risk of a few soldiers coling in to 'check up' of the out of place base. He also considered setting up a trap, anyone using a seer or thinker to scan this lcation would be met with a counter wave of pain or some other debilitating effect, but that would immediately tip off SS to the location's true nature. Even the idea of a falsehood vision of an abandoned building ran the risk of Second Sight checking it just as a precaution seeing as the group was still on the run and might be desperate for a solid roof. The thought of making it sem like a busy local mall or rec. center or something crossed his mind aswell, alas the ammount of people inside coming and going but noone outside to be seen would be cause for alarm at SS aswell. It took about half an hour of Tim standing still in the room with his eyes closed to complete his final strategy. While his range wasn't infinite he could create traps for seers at least a few blocks away, more if he had been intimate with the location. So that was the plan he would pick a few strategically placed area's and rig them with seer traps. A few blocks from here there were 3 buildings in different directios that would appear to be housing the team, a few locations farther away would triger heavy headaches to any who tried to pierce Tim's blanket of darkness in store for seers and thinkers. A mall he frequented in his old town, an apartment building he lived at for about a month, anywhere Tim had been familiar enough with to create a solid connection. Once complete Tim opened his eyes and grinned, regardless of the throbbing headache he'd given himself with such use of his abilities. He reached into his pocket and took out bottle of pills, quickly popping off th topn and downing about four before closing the container and sipping it back into is pocket. He took his lasses off and pinched the bridge of his nose while waiting for the pills to kick in, as he went upstair to check out his room and the kitchen.

Timothy walked down the stairs of his most recent hotel with renewed hate. The building was dirty, the vending machine didn't work, the doors that worked squeaked, absolutely nothing was properly taken care of. Almost drove Tim over the edge every morning. He hated living here, but it was the best he could come up with. He was only in London Ontario a few nights while on his way south to elude capture, so there was no point in trying to rent an apartment. As he left the building he glanced back at the building and frowned with disgust. [i]At least this is my last day here. [/i] He thought, slightly cheering him up. He walked down the street toward the nearest coffee place to get started for the day with a nice cup of tea. On his way however his plan was interrupted. He sensed someone behind him was happy to see him; it was only a vague sensation though. They might find him attractive, or it could be someone from the bus station who he'd given money to in the last 24 hours. Just to be safe Tim changed his usual route dramatically. He veered left and right at nearly every street corner hoping to lose the follower when they continued to their own destination. The pursuer closed in now, in moments he would be within arms reach of Tim and it could be all over. To avoid this scenario Tim took drastic measures. He took off running, not looking back even for a moment, he ran down an alley way then another and another. Soon he thought of a trap to catch his pursuer off guard. He darted around a corner. When his follower caught up Tim was firmly in the grasp of a Second Sight agent. [b]"Mission accomplished; I have the mark under control."[/b] said the agent holding a gun to Tim's head. [b]"Wait what the-!?" [/b]the soldier saw Alex but it was too late to recalibrate for this new situation. Alex threw his hand out in front of him and a powerful wave of force crashed into the Agent, sending him hard into the wall behind him. Alex tried to grab Tim's hand to move him out of the way if he could find a large object to crush the agent with, but Tim wasn't there. The illusion was broken and the agent against the wall faded to reform into Tim himself. [b]"It appears I failed to account for this variable in my calculation."[/b] Tim coughed as he dragged himself up the wall. [b]"I suppose there's no one to blame though, with the time that's passed since our last encounter the chance that it would be you following me is astronomically low. "[/b] Tim concluded dusting himself off, and cracking his back. [b]"Same old Frost. Sorry if I hurt you. I honestly thought it was another Second sight dog... if that makes you feel better. "[/b] Alex reassured his old friend.�[b]We best get down to business. I'm gathering the old team. We're taking down Second Sight, you in?"[/b] Tim thought for a moment, and then appeared to be counting on his fingers. [b]"Yes the likelihood of someone taking down SS increases nearly 30% if the job is done as a group and another 13% if the group has experience working together as we do. Who can turn down those odds?"[/b] Tim replied with a smirk. Suddenly Alex felt a hand on his shoulder from behind, he turned to see Tim gesturing for them to go. Looking back the other Tim had faded and the indent in the wall was gone. [b]"I figured I was talking to a ghost."[/b] Alex commented, remarkably unsurprised. [b]"Noone gets up that fast from a push like that."[/b] He concluded to answer Tim's questioning look. [b]"Well let's go the faster we gather the other members the better." [/b] [b]"Agreed, a quickened execution increases our chance of success nearly thee fold!" [/b]Tim said aloud as he followed Alex. Alex grinned [b]"Same old Frost."[/b]

[U]Name: [/U]Timothy Frost [U]Age: [/U]30 [U]Gender:[/U] Male [U]Role Within Team:[/U] Thinker [U]Abilities:[/U] Tim is a high level thinker with powers specializing in the deception and manipulation genres. His form of thought reading is based strictly on his target's senses. He can see, hear, taste, feel, and smell anything his target is or has recently. This focus n the senses is the prelude for his true works of art, his illusions, Tim creates illusions so complete even most trackers are fooled by the layer of falsehood over items in his range. Reading his opponents senses however forces Tim to give up his own, making him blind deaf and more when seeing the world through his targets mind. This leaves him extremely open if used in open combat, giving him just one more reason to avoid it. As for his illusionary abilities, he creates images, smells, sounds, and feelings all within his targets mind, blinding the target to what he should be really seeing or hearing etc. Holding more than one target in one of his more complex illusions is extremely taxing on Tim’s mind and often leaves him with lasting migraines. [U]Physical Appearance: [/U][U][URL="http://www.desktopanimewallpaper.com/images/wallpapers/teru-mikami%20800-789744.jpeg"]Tim[/URL][/U] stands at about 6 feet tall, with dark hair and naturally red eyes. He prefers formal cloths, suits and uniforms mostly, anything to keep him looking professional. [U]Personality:[/U] Tim is a cold calculating logical machine in aspect of his life. He's an obvious perfectionist, and gets easily irritated with people for creating imperfect situations. When faced with a problem Tim will Calculate the soundest solution, often taking a long time to verify hypothesise and rule out theories before making his move. In combat he is no different; he logically analyzes the situation and determines which would be the correct course of action. Because of his power's lack of defensive or offensive power Tim prefers the quiet approach, silently eliminating any variables until the formula is flawless. His logical calculating demeanour often puts him at ends with pyro's and pushers because of their passionate or wild attitudes. [U]Weapons:[/U] Preferring the subtle approach Tim carries a simple [U][URL="http://world.guns.ru/handguns/hk-mk23-2.jpg"]MK23[/URL][/U] pistol with an attachable [U][URL="https://www.ssgtactical.com/elements/product/mk23mfican.jpg"]silencer[/URL][/U] [U]Other Skills:[/U] Tim isn't very skilled at combat, only knowing how to fight from various martial arts TV programs and maybe a yellow belt here and there in his youth. His true talents lay in his manipulation of words. Tim is a master of turning phrases, bending truths and making his adversaries points work against him or her. One of his favourite pass times is a good debate, poking holes in the logic of those he talks to, and twisting facts to make their initial statements mean the opposite of what they originally desired. [U]Writing Sample:[/U] Tim walked down the streets of Arthur a small town in south Ontario Canada. Really off the map sort of area. He had just walked to the local grocery store to pick up his food for the week. He had been doing odd jobs around town for about 2 months now, making just enough to pay off his rent and keep up with the groceries. Hoping that Second Sight never found him in this remote place was a false dream, all his information lead him to the conclusion that he would definitely encounter them again. Based on the frequency of his meetings with them, despite his best efforts to become lost, it was inevitable that they would find him again. As usual Tim arrived home and placed his groceries on one of the chairs on his front porch. Something caught is eye however. He cautiously approached the garage door, the lock specifically. There was nothing especially off about the lock, it was still closed, still in the proper place, and almost exactly where he left it. Tim was always obsessively careful to place he lock facing directly down, with the edges at perfect vertical angles. It was slightly off center, as if someone had opened and closed it without placing it where they ha found it. This both worried and aggravated Tim, he placed things where he did for a reason. Upon closer analysis Tim spotted the bottom of the lock had a few barely perceivable scratches, it was definitely forced open without the key. He could sense thoughts inside but nothing more acute. Determining there were two people in his garage Tim quickly thought of a plan of attack. Step one open the garage. He slid the key past the tumblers and clicked the lock open, and after removing it from the hinged door he bent over and pulled his garage door open. Surely enough there were two armed S.W.A.T. looking fellows standing in his garage. Well crouching behind a desk and some gas containers but all the same. Tim knelt down, placed his hands above is head, and closed his eyes. The two Second Sight operatives left their cover carefully keeping their sights trained on Tim. "We have orders to kill Mr. Frost, our apologies." said one of the agents putting the barrel of his handgun to Tim's temple. "Wait! Where's your partner?!" pleaded the second troop much to the confusion of the first. "Come on! Tell us where he is!" insisted the second agent. Tim had dug into the memories of the agents. He sat in a briefing room, listening to information on himself and his powers, watching a screen with several pictures of him on it, and most importantly seeing an opportunity. In the second soldier Tim built a vivid memory. A second part of the briefing, on his associate and partner in crime, a high level pyro of much higher priority than himself. Tim's senses came back to him as the second soldier shouted for the third time "Tell us the location of your partner or we'll kill you right now!" demanded the agent. Tim smiled and went to work on his senses. First blocking out the first soldiers voice and movements, s far as the second soldier was concerned the first was staying almost perfectly still. This image locked out the agents real actions, screaming at the second to explain what the hell he was talking about. Finally the last piece of the puzzle, a quick blur ran by the front of the garage toward the side of the building. The second soldier saw his opportunity and ran after the primary target of this operation, as far as he knew. The first agent cautiously moved after him, and looked around the corner to see where he went. Tim made his move. He ran as fast as his legs could carry him, dashing to the door from the garage into the house he swing open the door and leapt inside as the first agent turned around and fired several shots in Tim's direction. The agent moved forward, reloading his gun, he looked in the door slowly and his heart sunk with guilt as he saw the third soldier wearing the same full body gear as he had on, laying on the floor with several bullet wounds. "You bastard, watch your fire!" coughed the agent bleeding onto the ground before lying back and dying. The first soldier gritted his teeth and bowed his head as he laid the dead team mate on the ground. He stood up and took a step away before searing pain shot through his back four times. He fell to the ground and struggled through the pain to see his attacker. Tim got up off the ground, his illusion now fading, and the first soldier's vision blurred as he saw his dead team mate reform into Tim holding a silenced pistol. One more shot ended the agent's life. The second agent started running back into the garage after Tim changed his focus to the first agent’s illusion. By the time he got back Tim had already planned what he would find. The garage had both the first and third soldier's dead bodies on the floor, blood covered the walls. The second soldier checked the bodies to ensure they were dead. As he bent over Tim leaned around the doorway and fired several more shots, some missing, but a few crucial bullets hit the agent in the side and head. Tim grinned only being able to pick up one more set of senses within his house. The third agent waited patiently by the back door, waiting for Tim to arrive or try to exit unusually. Then the first soldier came back to meet him. "He'd hold up in the garage dug in tight." said the first agent motioning the third to help. They got to the door from the house to the garage. The first soldier ran forward and acted startled upon discovery of blood outside of the door. The blood of the true first soldier who, Tim had shot and dragged into the garage next to the body of the second agent. Tim readied his silenced pistol on the way to the back door, now holding the first soldiers sidearm. He leaned in the door and several gun shots went off. The first soldier leaned back in and urgently motioned the third "He's reloading go go go!!" The third soldier ran into the garage gun drawn. Stopping when he found nothing but the bodies of his two team mates. He turned quickly, and caught a glimpse of the target as Tim fired several shots into the head of the confused agent. Tim looked around, gathered some extra food, and began walking toward the buss station. The odds of him encountering more second sight agents would decrease exponentially if he left town within the next six hours.

Bre spread his arms wide and quickly closed them hitting his palms together, a second later a powerful cone of electricity blasted forth from his outstretched palms. The werewolves in front of him were blown away, covered in arching lightning. Bre ran between them dashing down the street. "Bre where are you going?!" Shan yelled after him. ?Well it was a good plan, want to fill in?? Nay asked Duke. Who nodded and ran over to where Bre was standing, his arms were bleeding heavily from two long cuts from his elbows to his wrists. With a pool of blood at his feet Duke waved his arms in large circles, causing the blood to flow and twist into large streams. Each stream hammered a werewolf whenever one wandered into his range. Bre ran down an alley and closed his eyes, focussing on Hath?s electric signature. ?Hath?!? he called out ?Hath where are you?? in a few moments he had found the signal and was running toward her. She was a few streets over. She was surrounded by werewolves, most of whom had no heads. Some of The wounds looked to be self contained, as if the wolves heads exploded on their own from an inside source, Bre habitually scratched this new observation down in his notebook. There were about six wolves all around her, one of which still retaining it?s head. Bre went to help but was too late. The remaining wolf lunged at Hath, only to be swarmed by his five fallen brothers. While their movements were obviously not their own, they were accurate enough to shred the remaining wolf?s head from it?s body. The wolf fell half way to the ground before awkwardly catching itself and stumbling to a fully upright position again. Bre grinned and made a quick note. ?Where are the others?? she asked. Bre gestured her to follow and took off again, this time back toward the group. When he returned the fight had become an all our battle. Shan noticed him first and responded as such. ?Bre where did you-?? she stopped herself upon seeing Hath coming up behind him, with six oddly shuffling headless werewolves. ?Fetching reinforcements I see.? Shan concluded with a wry grin. Bre nodded with a smirk and took his place beside Duke. Using the blood soaked battlefield (covered mostly in Duke?s blood) Bre took advantage of the ultimate conduit. He focussed his electricity through the blood, funnelling it around his allies and into the wolves. With the entire field covered, Bre was easily able to spread his power to attack several targets, as opposed to concentrating on one enemy at a time.

Bre watched as the creature of fur and fangs fought one of his best friends. Boush looked similarly displeased with his inability or rather, lack of permission to aid their friend. Even when Malinda appeared, wearing a suspicious smelling mud, the friends continued to watch in silent rage as their friend was torn into by the vicious wolf like creature. Finally Bre had enough of the horrible display, and decided to intervene, as subtly as possible. Bre walked over to a nearby car and carefully placed his notebook on the roof. He walked back with his eyes closed, then opened them to reveal his pupil’s had seemingly vanished and his irises had expanded covering the whites of his eyes, and giving them a solid purple colouration. While there were no other visual effects, those who knew Bre well knew he was activating his powers. He focused on the alpha wolf, tapping into the wolf’s eyes, ears, nose and overall nervous system. With his mind weakened by his blinding rage, it would be easy for Bre to control his senses. The alpha werewolf lunged for Shan yet again aiming to claw at her throat. Shan jumped back and barely avoided the razor sharp claw; she then jumped into a handspring over the wolf’s shoulders, landing behind him. However, to the wolf: [I]Shan tried to leap back from his claw but was too late; the razor sharp tip caught her just barely, leaving a shallow but serious slice across her throat just above her collar bone. She was still well able to fight however and leapt up onto his shoulders; remaining there she clawed at the great beasts face and neck with all her might, leaving many deep gashes all over his snout and cheeks. He felt her weight increase slightly as she attempted to jump off but sensing this he caught her by the ankle and slammed her heavily into the concrete. Shan yelped in pain as her back met with the pavement and probably broke a rib or two. The wolf’s fanged grin appeared once again as he repeatedly lifted the half wolf into the air and continued slamming her into the solid concrete of the road beneath them.[/I] The wolf was too consumed by rage and his own pride to notice the confused looks on Boush, Malinda, and Shan’s faces, let alone the sinister grin now marking Bre’s usually unreadable facial expressions. The great wolf had stopped clawing at Shan and roar, thrashing about while holding his face for a while, then continued by grabbing something out of the air and shaking in about in his fist over and over. At first it seemed as though he was overcome by madness, but the others soon noticed the grim grin on Bre’s face, and the disturbing colouration of his eyes. “Bre I told you not to interfere!” Shan growled angrily, her pride clearly hurt both by Bre’s insubordination and his lack of trust in her own abilities. Bre ignored her too focussed on his mental assault on the werewolf. By now: [I]Shan was next to dead her body lay crumpled in a heap in front of the mighty werewolf lord, his task complete he chose to attack the others. His ears caught the she-wolf’s voice berating her comrade, but before he could turn to check on the body he felt the vicious sting of a blade entering his flesh. He turned to see Bre standing next to him pulling a long thin knife out of his side, in an instant Bre was gone, and the sting came from his leg on the opposite side. The werewolf growled in pain and slashed at his attacker. No use, Bre was gone yet again, and yet again the horrid sting shot through the wolf’s body, this time it was his lower back. This time Bre was gone before the wolf could turn, the sting came faster as well, drawing a crimson line down his right arm, then his left, his heel was sliced also. The cuts and stabs came faster and faster, he could clearly hear the attackers’ sinister laughter as he carved each new line, as he jabbed each new hole. The wolf was overcome with pain, his rage did well to mask the first few attacks, but this onslaught was not to be ignored.[/I] Bre laughed aloud, an extremely unusual act for him surely. His hands danced with sparks and his grin grew more sadistic and dark. The wolf was all but destroyed, his body was fully intact, barely a scratch on him and only from where Shan had nicked him here and there. Still he roared in pain, he twisted every which way trying to snare an invisible assailant. Shan and the others watched in horror, unable to contact Bre verbally and not wanting to touch the lightning covered man, they had no way to break him from his trance. The wolf fell to his knees, grasping both heels in pain. Bre began walking toward his prey. Next were its arms, the wolf howled loudly and did his best to comfort both his biceps, appearing to cause himself great anguish by trying to move them. Bre came closer. The wolf let out one last growl and he laid down on the road, his back apparently wracked with pain as well. It took a long time, but the electricity wielding Bre had brought the alpha wolf down to a point of coup de grace. The wolf laid on the ground whimpering between growls as his body remained in Bre’s ring of pain. Bre now standing over the creature lifted his leg. A jolt of electricity could be seen snaking across his body as Bre’s hands ceased to spark but his leg pulsed with a powerful electric currant. Bre was unable to maintain his domination of the wolf’s senses while also focusing on increasing his own limbs, so the stasis was broken. But it was too late; Bre’s leg came down with all the fury and destructive power of a lightning bolt, the first strike let loose a resounding crack from the wolf’s skull, Bre was quick to bring his leg up again, and again. Over and over Bre’s leg came down on the wolf’s head, each strike pulverising bone and grinding flesh to paste. It had been 6 strikes in total before Shan’s call to him finally broke through. “Bre stop! It’s dead!” she cried out. Bre’s leg froze above the mushy remains of his targets head. He closed his eyes for a moment, and opened them back to their normal state. Without a word to his friends Bre walked over to his book, opened it to a fresh page, and hurriedly began writing with his broken pen.

Bre looked around the apartment on his own analytically. With his trusty note book in hand, he wrote down everything he saw, and sketched some things that were beyond his descriptive skill. After taking note of each new witch he met, writing their name general appearance and a summary of their powers into a chart he quickly drew up, Bre walked over to the apparent leader of the new group Nayomi. "You said we were micro chipped?" he asked with a sort of all-knowing air about him. "Yes, we were, it isn't like Red to change his methods on a whim. They'll be using them to track you even now." Nay replied with obvious annoyance coating her unusually serious tone. "That?s impossible." Bre shot back the instant Nay was finished, triggering a confused look from her and most of the older group. "That method of tracking us is denied effectiveness by my abilities." his oddly technical explanation of his point did little to lower confusion, so Bre reiterated his point as simply as he could. "I am electrokinetic, it isn't immediately noticeable but I give off a low powered electrical field at all times, it's sufficient to scramble most radio waves. I'm fairly curtain the only way your headset worked was because your darkness manipulating friend was within the same building." Bre concluded. "Well that's just bloody brilliant!" Duke called out walking across the room to join the conversation. "We've now got a Russian roulette style riddle on our hands. Either the organization was tracking you through direct observation only with cameras and stuff, or they had psychics followin' your minds. If it's the cameras we're set, they'll have seen Sin's little rebellion toward the popularity of light shows but nothing else" He paused to chuckle "However, if they had the mind to use your minds against you, they'll be here before we can make your beds." Duke's attire consisted of a sleeveless shirt and black jeans. The look didn't suit him, which led to the assumption of how practical it really was. The other most notable feature of Duke was his half spiked blood red hair. More subtly however, were the scars, both of Duke's arms were nigh covered in scars of all sizes, most appeared to be self inflicted contradicting how on display they were. "...I see, it seems fitting to send blood hounds after a hemokinetic like Duke...I understand..." whispered Hathfertiti from a completely solitary corner of the room. "Who is she..?" Duke asked looking over to her as she talked seemingly to herself. "Quiet!" Bre whispered as loudly as he could without seeming intrusive "Her name is Hathfertiti, she's necromantic. Just let her finish" Duke raised an eyebrow "Necro- ... Wait you mean she'd dead?" he asked without lowering his voice. "Does she look dead!?" Bre shot back. "Have you seen a vampire?" Duke replied with a cocky smirk. "The organization sent blood hounds, they said you'd know what that meant" Hath said aloud referencing to the empty space in the corner of the room. "Oh shit!" Duke nearly shouted. , resulting in lost or confused looks from most of the younger group. "What are blood hounds?" Asked Bre, already prepared to write a word for word explanation in his note book. "Blood hounds aren't a what, they're a who. The Blood Hounds are a group of elite witch hunters, it consists of at least 2 powerful telepaths and a few werewolves at all times, though the remaining three or four members are always changing. If the organization sent them we can be sure they'll be on us in an hour or two. As Bre and the others went back into the main room to tell the others, they caught a scene of Shan feeding Malinda food while she sat upon her lap, both of whom were nude. Bre shook his head and jotted something down in his notebook, while Nay frowned at them for being so foolish in such a serious situation and Duke merely put a hand over his mouth to stifle the laughter at the new recruits 'open relationship'. The pause brought on was long enough for Shan to stand up and get dressed, while also giving her enough time to close Jensen's mouth. After that, Nay explained to the group that the Blood Hounds were after them and explained who they were. "We only have a little time so introduce yourselves and grab something to munch on we gotta be outta here within the hour" Duke concluded.

Name: Bréagán Aigne [Bre] Age: 24 Ability: Electrokinesis (Elaboration) Oct 9th, 2983 Subject 89 was born into captivity, adopted from the mother and father to be a subject. (Note: both parents were Organization employees) Subject 89 showed positive reaction to early tests, developing a highly acute level of high voltage control. Dec 12th, 3003 Approximately 2 years ago subject 89 lost all progress, appearing to have lost his abilities completely. Plans for termination of the test and subject 89 were underway when several 'accidents' took place. Many of the employees assigned to the subject began committing suicide. We were only starting upon proper protocol when one scientist brought the pattern into questioning. The ones to seemingly have committed suicide had all killed themselves in the same region and around the same time frame. According to security cameras, all 14 victims were killed between the hours of 5 and 7, the time of subject 89's last meals, and all of them died within 3 meters of the subject. Each victim also showed signs of severe hallucinations immediately prior to their deaths. It will take some time to find out exactly what happened to them. Jan 28th, 3005 We have found the source on the ongoing murders connected to subject 89. It began 5 years ago when subject 89 apparently lost his powers. Rather than lose them, subject 89 was simply experimenting with them, outside of our knowledge. His new favourite is a form of faint electrical field generated around him, in a 3 meter radius. Generally this field does nothing but cause frequent electrical interference with small electrical devices, such a cell phones, P.D.A.'s and the like. However, when concentrating subject 89 can focus this field around a specific individual and cause their body to experience electrical based waves, not unlike those our bodies use already. In fact the signals subject produces are indistinguishable from natural signals, allowing him to subject s target to a wide array of 'fake' senses and impulse’s. The full extent of this new power is unclear, but we do know those who have killed themselves were definitely in his field, and affected by it. Analysts theorize that h targets were subjected to orchestrated visions, sounds, smell, and perhaps even feelings, brought on by subject 89. Ongoing research is in development, and new methods of questioning observation and feeding are already underway. Warning: We advise any organization staff to maintain a 3 meter no entry zone around subject 89 at all times. Profile Picture: [URL="http://i601.photobucket.com/albums/tt100/bilien_woldetatios/anime/nerd.png"]Bre[/URL]

[B]Name:[/B] Qui Honakorukaganemaru [B]Age:[/B] 53 [B]Race:[/B] Human [B]Appearence:[/B] [URL="http://fc00.deviantart.com/fs30/f/2008/110/9/a/Anima_____18_by_Wen_M.jpg"]Qui[/URL] [B]Class:[/B] Monk [B]Specialties:[/B] Unarmed combat. [B]Weapons:[/B] His own hands and feet. [B]Magical Items:[/B] Qui's finely made cloth tunic provides more protection then it would appear to. [B]Biography:[/B] Growing up in Akonyu, Qui was born into a monastery surrounded by superb martial artists. Since he was able to stand Qui had been training his martial arts, through his body mind and soul he became an unmatched fighter. His rigorous daily training earned him superior hand to hand skills and increased control over his bodies inner energies. Legends precede his very arrival, legends of catching arrows fired at him out of the air, deflecting oncoming swords with his bare hands, and many tails of his imperceptible speed when trying to instead, avoid the blade. He had nearly completed his life long journey to inner perfection, one of the last trials set down by his fellow monks, was to go on a walk about and change the world. For only he who changes the world can see the world as it truly is. PS: I am quite the fan of DnD I play 4th edition now so I may be a bit off, as I think this is based on 3.5. Anywho I made Qui to be a high level monk hope you don't mind. pm me if you need any changes

[B]Name:[/B] Gitenmaru Guruga [Ruga] [B]Age:[/B] 20 [B]Appearance:[/B] [URL="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l142/gooseberry_01/puppeteer.jpg"]Ruga[/URL] [B]Personality:[/B] Ruga is a taijutsu master at heart, but unable to attain this title has left him feeling hurt and betrayed. He shows this side of his personality as hating most all other ninja, and resenting those with naturally born talents greatly. During combat he thinks tactically and logically trying to trap one or all of his current opponents on one of the many gruesome attack 'performances' he and his puppets can enact. [B]Rank:[/B] Jounin [B]Village:[/B] Rock [B]Style:[/B] Ruga is a master puppeteer with some decent ninjutsu and genjutsu skills, but he's weak in taijutsu. [B]Main jutsu/techniques:[/B] Ruga wields his puppets with lethal efficiency, the exact number he has created is unknown but he usually fights with a maximum of three. [B]Bio:[/B] Ruga grew up in the village hidden among the stones, he originally wished to train heavily into taijutsu but a weak frame and poor muscle structure left this path closed to him. He went to see one of the higher level ninja to read his chakra at a young age, hoping they would tell him he might still have a chance at some variant of gentle fist. Alas they all rejected this idea, his dream, telling him his only real talent lied in ninja puppet wielding. He resented his superiors for tasking him with this path but it was all he could do to follow it. He became a master within a few short years of intensive training and built his own puppets since he was but a chuunin. He vowed to himself the day he knew his path "If I cannot attack them myself my creations will tenfold. I will be the best puppet master ninja ever an show that even when forced any ninja can raise to greatness! That is my ninja way!" Regardless of this vow he still regrets not being able to follow his dream and to his day wishes he could be the taijutsu master he's always wanted to be. [B]What law you want passed:[/B] For more money and resources to be directed to chakra research in hopes that we may develop a method of changing chakra types.

Rated M for Mind-blowing. May contain violence, strong language sexuality and other mind-bowing wrongness. The Hokage stood atop his man office with pride as he addressed the mass of ninja that had gathered before him. They came from every nearby shinobi village, all had gathered for the main event, the Grand Tournament! One event every many decades where the villages offer any ninja willing into a massive competition. The point of which to defeat rivals and prove your strength in combat. The prize, a law, one law chosen by the final victor to be passed in all participating villages. Such an open option gives every ninja something to fight for with all their might. The Hokage spoke "You all know why you are here. The Grand Tournament!" The crowd roared in response. "This year will be no different from any other, al participating ninja will be given a crystal coloured by rank. Blue for gennin, yellow for chuunin, and red for jounin. Each crystal is worth points, blue are worth one, yellow three, and red are worth five. To gather crystals is the objective, acquire them from any ninja you can, by ay means necessary. The first five ninja to accumulate 30 points will move on to the second round. From there, the first ninja to acquire all remaining crystals will be the victor! Again the crowd cheered. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- There you have it! You are one of the many ninja entering this competition to get whatever law you want passed. You can be from any village, and know virtually any jutsu real or fictional. Try not to overdo it. Also you can be of extinct clans (uchiha, kaguya) as long as you have a really good story behind it, that means no simple "my mom from kaguya clan ran away randomly before I was born" I want something creative and interesting. Otherwise, just have fun. [B]Name: Age: Appearance: Personality:[/B] [B]Rank:[/B] (gennin, chuunin, jounin) [B]Village: Style:[/B] (mainly taijutsu, ninjutsu, genjutsu or specify other) [B]Main jutsu/techniques: Bio: What law you want passed:[/B]

[COLOR="Red"]This will be a mature RP, and may include Violence, Coarse language, Sexuality, and adult themes. Player digression is advised. also this rp is based off of Dungeons and Dragons.[/COLOR] A cloaked figure stood alone in the rain, bodies lay all around him. For hundreds of miles every citizen of every city had been killed. The once bustling countryside of Alimathia, had become all but a necropolis, thanks to the rain. The rain had been falling almost a week straight, and they were up to the figure's knees in most parts of the large city. An incessant hissing could be heard at all hours as the countless snakes continued to fall. He allowed a smile to escape his grim visage as he slowly opened his tightly clenched fist, revealing a gem of some sort, blood red in colour, at least blood red from the angle he looked at in the current light. He had seen it appear to be hundred different colours over the few months he had it in his possession. In his other hand he bore a large book, written in an ancient language few could decipher. The mans smile grew to an insane grin as he began reading the book aloud. "Illacioden margleth iadiciph dothenrakos!" his tone, nigh a scream, echoed between the surrounding stone buildings. In one terrifying shift, each and every surrounding snake turned to face the cloaked man. His smile remained, undaunted by the practically infinite number of serpentine eyes piercing his every movement. Or, more accurately, every movement of the hand baring the now glowing crystal. "My pets" the man whispered "this is only the beginning" __________________________________________________ ______________________ Millennia had passed since the Apocalypse crystal had been shattered. Not one story remained of how the gem itself was broken. But there were countless tails, old and new, of how incredibly powerful the gem was when whole. More terrifying, was the most resent story circulating around the small village of Kaldante, and indeed the continent. It was of a woman, a young girl in actuality, who held beauty beyond compare, or so the story told. She had been nothing more than a mere scribe before she found it. Hoping one day one of the master wizards of her Academy would accept her into private tutelage. The day she found it however, everything changed. She embedded the wicked thing into the base of her thin wand, said to have been made to match her slender form. Within an hour of obtaining it she had decimated her Academy, and reduced the surrounding city to rubble. As the story goes the item compelled the innocent beauty to unspeakable evil. The item in the story was also a thing of beauty, so the story went. A sliver of gem, or some sort of crystal, that in one glance appeared to be a thousand colours at once. Indeed it was an attractive shard. A Shard of Apocalypse. The moment the story reached the nobles of the land they came to council, every lord and lady, king and queen, emperor and empress gathered. From the human kingdoms of the west, the elven and eladrin forests to the south, the shifter and half orc nomads. Even the genasi, half elementals from on high, and the drow and grey dwarves, treacherous and cunning beings from deep within the earth. Representatives pf all the aforementioned races and many more came to congress about the story. They all knew well the gravity of the situation. Not only was there a remarkably powerful sorceress about destroying towns, wielding a shard of the most powerful magic artefact in all history. The current dilemma was only a prelude to the chaos that was now a likely possibility. The same thought raced through each leader's mind over and over. "If there was one shard of the Apocalypse crystal in existence, there were likely many more." The counsel, after hours of debate, came to one signal conclusion. They would each summon their most powerful wizards, their most talented fighters, most cunning rogues, most hallowed of clerics and paladins, and indeed the pride and joy of each of their individual races. From there they would assemble a team, the ultimate team, the single most unstoppable team of adventurers ever to be assembled. This team would be assigned the most dangerous and intriguing of all missions, o retrieve the lost Shards of Apocalypse, before they fall into malicious hands. ________________________________________________________________________ There you have it, the story so far. If you haven't guessed yet, you are going to be one of the best of the best sent on this mission. Not all members will have good intentions however. Some may be collecting he shards for their own power, some hope to fall into good graces with their god. Some, like the original user of the crystal, simply want to see the world die. Your story begins as you are summoned to the main counsel, also known as the blended city. As it is he place where all major counsel is done and where a town in itself has developed from noting more than racial acceptance. Name: (be creative, race appropriate) Age: (should be race appropriate eg.100 is still young for an elf) Race: (any classic and expanded mythical races are available.) Appearance: (well if this isn’t race appropriate your obviously very confused, and should probably take a nap) Personality: (yes, you will end up basing almost everything on your race) Weapons: (Even this is based on race no Halflings running around with bastard swords ok?) Abilities/Powers: (everyone should put something here, this section includes magic and generic skills) Bio: (nothing to long, probably just your travel to/ arrival in the main counsel town.)

Quinn frowned at the idea of being parted from his precious humming bird, but at least it was for a tolerable reason. He had heard about the new sim suits being in production for about a week now, even having given some of his research into their creation. He decided to take one final look over his modifications before laving his mech alone. Checking off things on his clip board with an almost rhythmic pattern. He grinned at success, as he tucked the clip board under his arm and closed the open hatch on the side of the massive bird. [I]"It looks good, I think those damned thieves will be in for a surprise if they try to take you."[/I] Quinn whispered. He reluctantly climbed down the ladder set up next to his mech and straightened his suit and tie. [I]"I'll be back soon my friend"[/I] he whispered to the fantastic machine. Making his way to the lab, with a mixed feeling of dread and excitement for the new sim suits, Quinn readied his clip board with a fresh piece of paper for notes. Pencil in hand ready to begin, Quinn entered the room.

[B]Name:[/B] Prof. (Rupert) Quinn [B]Age(over 18 please): [/B]25 [B]Personality:[/B] Quinn is very strict and serious believing every experience is an opportunity to collect data. He thinks in the most analytical and coldly logical ways possible, usually having almost no emotion. This often creeps out is comrades at the least. [B]Appearance(image and/or description):[/B] [URL="http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs10/i/2006/124/8/d/Ishida_Ryuuken_by_LightSeeker.jpg"]Quinn[/URL], this is Quinn's most usual attire, a clean cut suit, tie and all. He is also often seen with a small note book for recording his observations. [B]Mech:[/B] Humming bird [B]Other:[/B] Quinn was one of the first scientists informed of the mech robbery, having been one of the original scientists on site when they uncovered the magnificent devices. Quinn sees the uncovering and study of these machines as his life’s work, what will make him remembered for decades to come, and as such retrieving the missing mechs is the single most important task in Quinn's life. Having studied the mechs from their unveiling to their loss, Quinn is, in as many ways as possible, a mech expert, knowing most of them as thoroughly as possible, and taking a personal interest is what he refers to as 'his' humming bird. He particularly knows that mech inside and out. Making him the perfect candidate to pilot it in the mech's time of need.

[B]Name:[/B] Talos [B]Age:[/B]189 [B]Birth age(Age you were turned):[/B] A pure born werewolf, mastered phasing at 26. [B]Appearance:[/B] [URL="http://fc09.deviantart.com/fs29/f/2008/092/9/d/__Glare___by_KielAourion.jpg"][I]Human form[/I][/URL], [URL="http://i184.photobucket.com/albums/x87/codypatton/YugoAnimal.jpg"][I]Beast form[/I][/URL] [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Weapon(if any):[/B] Talos uses his natural claws and fangs with savage ferocity. In human form however, he wields a pair of serrated combat knives, combined with his enhanced athletic and acrobatic abilities to lethal ends. [B]Personality:[/B] Talos' personality contrasts greatly with his attire, he is a reckless renegade with a wild streak, not caring or respecting for authority in any way. Most of the time he tends to rampage about using his powers to wreak havoc for amusement. When in combat his attitude depends on his opponent if fighting an enemy Talos deems unworthy he plays around using dramatic aerial manoeuvres and flashy combinations to overwhelm his opponent, if fighting against a powerful target Talos sees as a serious threat, he will phase into his werewolf form. In his beast form Talos fights with vicious primal methods and savage attacks, he becomes entirely feral and literally shreds the unfortunate fool who was unlucky enough to call out Talos’ dark side.

Hey just wondering, you don't have any big problems withmy Shadar-kai characters do you? If so I'll change them up or something I guess, just hoping it's ok to be something not on the list. Shadar-kai/ Shadow folk: Generally evil and underhanded assassins. -Can manipulate shadows. - No specific enemies, but no specific allies.

[B]Name:[/B] Brixon (Brix) [B]Age and Gender:[/B] [I]Brix-[/I] M,34 [I]Gwen-[/I] F,30 [I]Quiv-[/I] M, 33 [I]Till-[/I] F,29 [B]Race & Class: [/B]Brixon and co. are Shadar-kai, also known as shadow folk. Lurking in the gloomy corners of the world and attacking unseen for their god the Raven Queen. In his own land Brix is known simply as a Chainfighter. [B]Alignment:[/B] The group is evil made up of cold hearted merciless killers. [B]Company:[/B] Brix travels with three other Shadar-kai, his assassination team consists of a long haired woman with dread locks, duel poisoned punching daggers and many piercings known as Tillis, a long wavy haired man often seen in a cloak called Quivokk. Who wields a poisoned great sword. a woman with strangely shaved and braided hair with a long dress and many tattoos named Qwenvalla and himself. [B]Appearance:[/B] Left to right- [URL="http://www.wizards.com/dnd/images/art_preview/20080516_114853_0.jpg"][U]Till, Quiv, Gwen, and Brix[/U][/URL] [B]Personality:[/B] The group as a whole is generally cruel and murderous. They all have slight differences though. Till is the youngest and makes this fact obvious with her childishly playful attitude toward killing. Quiv lives in constant scorn by the fact that Brix is one year older than he, he views himself as a superior fighter and commander than Brix and while they are as close of friends as Shadar-kai could ever be, they also hold a constant rivalry. Gwen is almost obsessed with their god the Raven Queen, constantly seeking new ways to please her, this usually consists of attaining new targets for the group to eliminate, so that their souls may be offered to her. Brix is the oldest of the group and also the leader, often being the key part of their assassinations and overall actions. Almost none of the group acts without consulting Brix in some way or another, but Quiv may make a rash decision of his own once in a while trying to prove his [I]superior[/I] strategizing. [B]Weapons/Magic: [/B] [I]Brix-[/I] While not as magically inclined as some of the other members in his group, Brix makes up for it with his deadly prowess while wielding his bladed chain (in pic). [I]Till-[/I] Till's skills are few but lethal. She is not only exceptionally skilled with her use of duel punching daggers, she also has the Shadar-kai ability to twist shadows around her opponent, tying him within a net of shadowy tendrils. This technique is commonly called a [I]Cage of Gloom[/I]. [I]Quiv-[/I] Quiv's weapon of choice is a poisoned great sword (in pic), he also has the Shadar-Kai ability to blanket himself in shadows, this gives him the ability to turn invisible for a short period of time, as a combination attack Quiv often uses his brief displacement to strike a critical blow on his target. [I]Gwen-[/I] Having no weapons, Gwen provides support to the group through magic alone. She can infect a targets mind with shadows themselves, making the target see the area around him as an extremely light reduced place. While not totally blinded the target can only perceive things within a foot or two of himself. Gwen can also extend this ability to her surroundings, oozing out dark writhing shadows from herself to conceal herself and her Shadar-kai companions. This living shadow not only hides her allies but greatly sickens her enemies eating away at their lungs and skin slowly like a gaseous acid. Unfortunately Gwen can only hold this up for a minute or two and while maintaining it must concentrate on it with almost all of her mental power. For close combat Gwen can coat her palms in a strange black fire, burning her opponents on contact but harmless to herself. [U]Notes:[/U] 1. The poison used on Till and Quiv's blades is not a lethal variety, it is only a neurotoxin that attacks the nervous system, those with immunities too weak to fight it off become completely numb, and soon unconscious. 2. Though not listed above, all Shadar-kai have the ability to assume the form of pure shadow for very brief moments, this manifests as a short teleportation (only 6 ft max) and as they reappear they appear to be of a smoky composition for about 10 seconds this makes it hard to pinpoint their true location and increases the chances of an attack missing them. They can only use this shadow jump about once every half hour or so. [B]Writing Sample:[/B] The sun was just barely taking it's last glimpse of the land on the horizon as Brix and his team made their approach. Their target this nigh, a wealthy business man, mostly wealth because of his darker businesses, namely an elven slave trade. This didn't matter to the team of elite assassins tracking him though. The most important thing to them was getting their target eliminated, unfortunately to do that they needed first to eliminate his hired security guards. All four guards were highly skilled and hired with the intention of stopping assassins just like the group following them, this would be tricky. [I]Would be[/I] if Brix and the gang hadn't murdered dozens if not hundreds of targets with similar protection. They made their approach silently as always, Brix signalling the others with swift tactical hand gestures they had practiced for years. With merely a few signs the message was deathly clear. [I]Back guard, on the left, trails behind, strike.[/I] As motioned, on the next corner the target and his security turned the back left guard trailed behind, and as ordered, the assassins struck. As the man took his last look around before turning the corner to join his party, Brix dropped down silently behind him. In an instant the razor sharp chain fell around the guards neck slicing deep. The guard still gurgling through his own blood reached for his broad sword, his hands were stopped as two punching daggers were thrust into his biceps. As Till pulled back her blades, so too did Brix, jerking the chain to run it's course around the guards neck. In a quick flash f sharpened steel and a spray of blood the man's body fell limply to the ground. Not to be careless Till quickly ducked and caught him, not fully but enough as to stop his small pieces of armour here and there from clanging onto the hard ground. Shortly after the guard did not catch up The slaver sent one other guard back to fetch him. Insisting he keep at least two with him for safety. The single guard sent back met is end a moment later, it seemed to the slaver that most of the street’s lamps had suddenly went dark, but in fact his mind was infected by Gwen's darkness. The single guard sent back was met with a deep jutting stab from cloaked figure. Quiv was careful to make his gash only just deep enough to hide his blade from protruding the man's back. As he walked on the guard fell to the ground in a quickly spreading pool of blood. The two guards tried to rush forward, but only one managed to get past a few steps, as it was none other than the slaver who grabbed the other and held him within view. The single guard who rushed forward quickly redirected is attention from his dead comrade to the cloaked man who was obviously his killer. The guard went to slash forward with his mighty broad sword, when Quiv vanished from sight. Using his brief invisibility Quiv ducked behind the guard and hacked off one of his legs at the knee. The guard fell to the ground with a thud and a scream. A scream quickly silenced by Quiv , now visible, driving his great sword into the back of the man's head. The final guard twisted and wrestled his arm away from his client, having the man just killed being his blood brother, the guard was rightly enraged. Though it was all for not. For while Quiv had no time to turn, he did not have to, a bladed chain shot across in front of the guard's shins digging hard into the wall beside him. Not strong enough a collision to sever his leg's, the guard still fell to the ground with a yelp and two deep slices. Till a second later fell on top, landing daggers first onto his back. The man let out a painful scream and quickly the cry fell silent as one of Till's daggers was lurched out of his back and onto the back of his neck. The primary target now wide open he began running. not getting to far before being grabbed by the neck with one of Gwen's burning hands. The man let free a muffled cry, and swung wildly. One lucky fist collided with Gwen's cheek sending her down on her backside. The slaver had not made it 2 steps farther, however, before a flash of steel had spun around his neck and torn away. The man gasped for air s a mane of blood encircled his chest shoulders and back. As the one who ordered the hit had requested the death be especially painful, the assassins did not disappoint. In the blink while the man was only dying and not yet dead. Quiv sent his great sword cleaving into the man's side, Till had slid forward and jabbed her daggers through the mans shoulder blades, and Gwen had gotten up and kneed him in the face for good measure. The group of assassins all made a quick unified nod to each other and vanished back into the shadows from whence they'd come, disappearing from sight completely by the time the slaver hit the ground.

Tucker ran as fast and hard as his almost atrophied muscles would move him. He weaved through trees and overgrowth trying to get away from his pursuers. His straps flailed hopelessly in the win as he looked up at the moon's reddening pitch and began running faster. Unfortunately he all too quickly jumped a fallen tree and got tangled in the roots of another as he landed. Crashing to the ground with a thud. The 6 or 7 men chasing him nigh instantly caught up and pinned him to the ground. Tightening the straps of his jacket and dragging him back from whence he was running. "No! You must let me go! They are coming!" Tucker shouted fanatically. The six men deafly continued hauling him back. "Please!" Tucker continued. "You don't understand, you will all be killed! They have returned!" "Yah yah, sure they have, we're all scared." one of the men commented sarcastically. "Who is coming?" another questioned. "Oh right I forgot" the first man answered "you haven't met Tucker yet, this is your first time. Or 'Titan Tucker' as he's usually called. You know much about Greek mythology?" the other man gave a 'yes and no' gesture. "ok well the titans-" Tucker shouted again cutting him off "Do not call me a titan! How dare you lump me in with those beasts!" "Anyways," the first man continued "The titans were like crazy giant monsters or something, and the gods sealed them away. But Tucker was admitted because he keeps warning people that the titans are coming back and the Greek gods have to save us." The group broke out in laughter. Moments later several of the surrounding trees began catching fire spontaneously. "I told you! I told all of you! The time has come! I knew I was right, I just knew it!!" Tucker shouted obnoxiously. The men began pulling Tucker back faster but soon they were surrounded by fire, and the full moon shown a bright blood red. Tree's began falling, covered in flames. "You should have listened to me! I could have saved you all!" Tucker boasted as a tree crushed 2 of the men and another began cracking towards him. "I could have saved you-" Tucker was transported to the mighty mountain as well, standing before the gods and his now apparent team mates "-all!!!!" he concluded, before realising he wasn’t in the burning forest anymore. "Oh good...Chaos has arrived, and I was so worried..." Zeus proclaimed with a note of epic sarcasm. [URL="http://fc53.deviantart.com/fs23/i/2007/341/9/b/Werewolf___human_form___by_DrexilWatcher.jpg"]Tucker/ Chaos[/URL]

Alucin glanced over the building with an analytical eye, and motioned the others to stay still. "'I'll go in first, you wait for my signal before advancing." Alucin dashed forward toward the building seconds later. Weaving through the shadows to avoid being seen. As he approached the main waiting room however, he noticed something was definitely a miss. The blood bank was supposed to be closed this late at night, but there were several people sitting in the waiting room and a 'nurse' sitting idly by the counter. [I]"What's going on here?"[/I] Alucin thought to himself as he casually approached the girl at the counter. "I'm here to make an appointment." He state calmly. "I know why you're here...pure blood." The girl at the desk answered with an icy glare. "I don't know what you're talking about, I just want to donate some blood." Alucin defended. "Stop the acting you beast! Die!" the girl answered angrily. All 6 of the people in the waiting room jumped to their feet and bared their fangs against Alucin. "Well this is a disappointing surprise." Alucin spat out with a disgusted look. He wasn't wearing his gloves, but that would have to change real fast. In a flash another dozen Alucin's appeared from nowhere, all darting around in different directions, along side the original. ?Hurry find the creator!!? the woman yelled vanishing from site in a nigh invisible blur of speed. She cut through 4 of the copies with a small silver edged knife, each one fading as they were struck. Two of the other vampires were pyrokinetic , creating waves of flame that washed over another 6 of the copies. Only about 5 Alucin?s now raced around merely as a distraction, unbeknownst to the attackers. In only a few moments all of the high sped Alucin?s had been eliminated, leaving only one in the corner, standing almost perfectly still. ?Kill him!? shouted the desk woman. For this task one of the older looking men in the waiting room stepped forward. He had an ability even Alucin had never seen before. Holding up moderately sized and obviously sharp hunting knife, with a gleaming silver edge. The old man made one swing, still standing nearly 12 feet from Alucin. As the blade sliced through the air it left several after-images, instead of fading though, each of the roughly 7 images stayed perfectly solid and actually flew forward with the momentum of the old mans swing. Wide eyed, Alucin bore a startled look, before fading into the air. ?He was a duplicate too!?? the woman cried. The true Alucin stepped from the corner behind all the artificials. Gloves on hand, he charged forward, his crisscross path lead him between the fakes perfectly. His wires dancing almost invisibly behind him. In a glimmer two of the fakes fell to the ground headless, in a sudden 180, Alucin doubled back, his wires following suit twisted through the air slitting one of the fire maker?s throats. Alucin re-evaluated his course as 8 hunting knives were thrown at his head. Barely dodging, he created another copy which darted the front door. Alucin redirected his attack to focus directly on the old man with mysterious multiplying abilities. His wires flashed through the air like a sharp wind. In reply the old man simply dodged them, moving around the wires with little effort, letting them whisper their metallic hiss as they made hair line slashes deep into the surrounding walls. Another ten knives flew at Alucin, he moved out of the way by inches, and began running around the room with dizzying speed. The old man missed with a couple dozen knives before the quickened desk girl took initiative, she tackled Alucin head on as he in front of a window. Both fell to the ground in a harsh thud, and 14 knives collided where Alucin?s head would have been in the secretary hadn?t intervened, 7 of which flew straight through the window vaguely toward the team, the others piercing the wall slightly slowing the broken glass as it rained down on Alucin and the woman. Alucin flicked his wrist and wires slid across the woman?s back creating thin but deep gashes. She shrieked in pain and bent backward trying to comfort the wounds with her hands. Alucin took his chance and pushed her to the side. Moving out of the way as four knifes his where he had just laid. ?How dare you interfere?! Horrid wench!? The old man berated the woman with a steely voice, similar sounds would come from rusted iron filings being forced against a chalk board via sandpaper. The old man coughed for a moment after talking then made a swift three slashes toward the woman. Over thirty knives dug into her body a moment later, her death cry being shortened by one of which that had ripped through her neck. With a cruel look the old man then turned back to Alucin, who was recovering from the high speed collision. Meanwhile, the illusionary Alucin that had escaped ran out of the building and toward the others. He arrived quickly and spoke the same. "Hurry, they were expecting us, need back-" the duplicate was cut off as it evaporated from site. A stray band of hunting knives had been launched out the window as Alucin fell down in front of it. Four of the knives met with the illusions back and another 3 stabbed the ground around him.

[B]Name: [/B]Nokorutsa (Noko) Myaska [B]Age:[/B] 21 [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]You Are:[/B] Senior agent [B]Appearance:[/B] [URL="http://img245.imageshack.us/img245/4102/13shinoaburamechp394pg1nk1.jpg"]Noko[/URL] [B]Personality:[/B] Very quiet and a loner to the core. Noko stays to himself as much as humanly possible preferring the company of himself and hi smaller 'friends' to actual humans. [B]Weapon/power: [/B]Both Noko's weapon and power are in insects. He has an inate ability to manipulate them an control where they go and what they do, often just ammusing him by crawling over his hands. However, in combat, they can become quite a powerful weapon. His ultimate ability culminates in taking the form of a swarm of insects.

Alucin came in to view just behind Ony and 'running' A.K.A. Valence. "I apologize for my lateness" he began, as h wiped blood from around his mouth "I just stopped for a bit to drink." Ony shot him a mean glare. "No use denying what you are." Alucin answered the look "They are cattle, bred and grown to feed us." Ony took a breath and was about to clearly state a rebuttal but Alucin continued abruptly, cutting her off before she began. "The artificial vampires have become too bold, even trying to attack pure bloods directly. Some have decided to 'teach them a lesson' and 'put them in their place' These smart alecs usually end up food for entire mobs of artificial vampires. I do not mean to 'show them their place' for I believe they have no place." Alucin paused as he looked over the group with a well trained eye, appraising each of them and gauging their strengths and weaknesses as best he could with what he knew about them. "We need to finish this, ending it once and for all. That means killing every artificial vampire, then finding and destroying the one who's creating them." he concluded. Everyone looked at each other for a moment then back at Alucin. "And how exactly do we accomplish that?" Sabien spoke first. Alucin cracked a sinister looking grin. "That's an interesting point. I have gathered that a blood bank on the far end of town is actually operated by artificials." Ony looked up curiously "Don't panic, this is a much less used bank than the one you use. The plan is to break in, kill everyone but the top dog, and get him to teach us about other 'artificial operations'. The problem being: this blood bank has about twice as much security as a top notch cash bank; camera's, laser security, on site guards, and all alarms alert an elite protection unit of about 20 artificials ranging in abilities. This is obviously a high level operation for their society probably raking in about 40% or more of their current blood supply. It'll take all of us working together to get in and out without alerting the elite. If we do trip an alarm, it might b better to fall back and regroup as opposed to fighting head on. This bank has been attacked by pure bloods many times. I gather most of the information about their security from an old file a friend of mine dug up." Alucin briefed the group as best he could. "Now we'd best be off, it' now 12:56" Alucin said dryly as he checked his watch "We have about 5 hours to get in, get what we want, and get out. The bank is located on the corner of west gore st, an huntingdon st, right where the dark district meets the subway web. It isn't hard to spot, and the shadows of the dark district cover the area well. Aside from some security lights and the lighted camera?s we will at least have concealment of night. As far as I know only curtain artificials can see as well as we can in pitch darkness and low light conditions, that will give s a slight advantage. Though I doubt the banks lighted inside will be stationed with night vision vamps, so be careful and expect to be seen if you see anyone looking your way. So, that's all, let's get this done." And with that Alucin gestured the group to follow him and began walking toward the blood bank.